Neighbourly Differences Ch. 04

Asha: Emily wants to meet him again today, says she will tell you we're going out again to cover

Tom's belly was a knot of excitement and nerves throughout the rest of the day. He walked home as fast as he could, containing himself from breaking out into a jog. He took several deep breaths upon reaching the apartment, and then went inside, trying to appear normal.

"Hey honey, you're back early," Emily said, looking up at Tom before turning back to her computer with what Tom swore was a hint of a smirk. He stood around awkwardly for a moment, wondering if Emily was going to tell him about her evening plans, before continuing on into the bedroom to put his bag down.

He potted around the apartment for almost another hour, trying not to get hard while constantly catching himself glancing at Emily expectantly, before she finally said anything.

"Oh, by the way, I'm heading out with Asha again tonight."

"Oh, ok, no worries," Tom managed to croak out. Damn! How could Emily act so natural?

For the next hour, Emily was busy messaging someone on her phone. Tom tried to observe her surreptitiously, watching her smiling and occasionally biting her lip as she read and responded. She disappeared into the bathroom with her phone three times and Tom couldn't help but imagine she was sending Bill some enticing pictures.

Emily finally started getting ready at 6:30, grabbing an outfit out of the closet and getting in the shower. She didn't reappear for another hour, her makeup perfectly applied, her hair looking straight out of a shampoo commercial, and her body shown off in an incredibly sexy outfit. She was wearing a white tube dress that just covered her pussy, while still exposing the top of her hips, showing where her abs narrowed down to her pubic mound. It was less than a hand span in width. Her top was also elasticated and very narrow, showing a mouth-watering amount of cleavage. It was a floral pattern, with small, off-shoulder sleeves. Overall, the outfit just managed to be stylish, straddling the line between classy and trashy.

Emily paused and let Tom drink her in, not saying anything.

"Wow, that's, uh, that's quite the outfit for a girls night out," Tom said, chuckling nervously.

"Haha, yeah, well Asha always looks so stylish, I thought I'd better lift my game!" she replied easily. She stood there for a few moments more, casually shifting on the spot, rocking from one foot to the other, letting Tom stare at the outfit, or, more accurately, the vast expanses of skin left uncovered by it. Her skin tingled, knowing he was imagining Bill getting his pudgy hands all over her. Her skin flushed as she imagined the same, feeling like a wave of arousal had just smashed into her body. "Well, I'd best be off," she said, striding for the door as she felt her nipples beginning to harden, becoming even more evident through the clinging material of her top.

"Oh yep, have a good time!" Tom said to Emily's back as she departed. A moment later he heard her knock at Asha's door, before he heard them chatting and laughing as they headed for Asha's car. Knowing he had a small window with nothing happening, and with his stomach already rumbling, he made himself a nice big sandwich for dinner. He ate in front of the TV, not able to pay attention as he kept his eyes glued firmly to his phone sitting on the arm of the chair.

He did not have to wait long, the phone dinging after only a few minutes. He quickly put the remainder of the sandwich back on the plate and set it aside, hastily wiped his hands on his pants and grabbed his phone.

Asha: Just dropped her to Bill

The message was quickly followed by a series of about twenty photos, showing Emily approaching the window of Bill's beat up ute, being greeted by him sliding his hand up her short skirt as she was forced to grab the truck for support. He then grabbed her top and used it to pull her down, exposing her breasts to the world as he did so, before making out with her, their tongues visible even from where Asha was taking the photos. Her bent position also exposed her pussy to whoever happened to drive by.

The last few photos showed her walk around to the passenger side and hop in.

Asha: Going to try to follow

Tom sat there impatiently for several minutes with no further messages from Asha. Feeling a little silly he eventually grabbed his sandwich and finished it off. Still not seeing a new message when he finished he dashed into the kitchen to drop his plate into the sink and wash his hands. He then ran back to the loungeroom to see his phone lighting up with a notification. He snatched it up and unlocked it with shaking hands to see another photo from Asha.

The photo appeared to have been taken from across the road from a dive bar, and showed Bill's car parked out front. Bill and Emily were climbing out, Bill dressed in a dirty, old shirt and jeans, Emily's outfit now fixed up to at least cover the small amount of her it was supposed to. Tom felt the blood drain from his face. There's no way Emily would go out in public with Bill, right? What if they ran into someone they knew? Tom googled the name of the bar, and saw that it was only a fifteen minute drive away. It didn't look like a place anyone he knew would go, but he still couldn't help but picture Emily running into someone they both knew and chatting to them as Bill felt her up. She'd be moaning and panting the whole time as she tried to keep the conversation going. Eventually Bill would probably just grab her head and pull her in for a sloppy kiss, right in front of the shocked face of her friend.

Despite the intense feeling of embarrassment he would feel if their friends did find out, Tom's cock was also incredibly hard at the thought. The shame of having his girlfriend publicly stolen by a fat old man with a way bigger cock than him only seemed to turn him on even more.

The ding of another photo roused him from his shameful daydreams. This one showed them walking towards the entrance, side by side, Bill's hand grabbing Emily's butt. Tom rubbed his cock through his pants at the sight of Bill lewdly claiming ownership of his incredibly attractive teenage girlfriend in public. They could not have looked like a stranger couple, his massive frame and old clothes, next to her athletic figure clad in her risque outfit.

The next photo showed that instead of heading straight into the bar, the mismatched couple stopped and embraced in a passionate kiss, Emily's back pushed against the wall a metre away from the door. Tom distractedly undid his fly as he stared at his phone, trying to take in every detail of the image. He looked at Emily's eyes closed in lust, Bill's hand disappearing down between Emily's legs, his other holding one of her hands against the wall above her head. When his eyes finally roamed over the rest of the photo Tom immediately saw the two scruffy looking men walking towards the door from the other side, only a few metres from where his girlfriend was getting groped and kissed by Bill. He groaned and his cock lurched as he imagined what it must look like to them. There was no way they didn't think that Emily was some hooker that Bill had splurged on for the night.

Another photo arrived. It showed Bill and Emily still in the same position against the wall. Emily's head was leant further back, her lips still locked with Bill's. Her free hand was now placed on the forearm of the hand between her legs, as if trying to hold him back. However, she must not have been trying too hard, as her legs were now spread much wider. This had caused her skirt to rise up the short distance necessary to expose her pussy, showing that she had four of Bill's fat fingers jammed up her leaking pussy.

The two men had stopped dead in their tracks and were eagerly watching the defilement of Tom's girlfriend, mouths agape at the spectacle.

Tom couldn't help himself and began jacking off as he stared at the photo of Emily acting way more sexual than she ever had with him, with a deplorable, ugly man more than three times her age, in public with an audience. His phone buzzed several more times before he finally scrolled down.

The next image showed Bill pulling back, looking down and grinned at Emily's state, her eyes wide and looking up at him almost pleadingly, her skirt up around her hips, her pussy gaping open and thighs shiny with moisture.

She appeared to realise the two men, as the following photo showed her blushing and desperately pulling her skirt down, overshooting slightly and showing the top of her slit. Bill was grinning at the men, gleeful at having the incredibly sexy arm candy. One final photo showed Emily being dragged by Bill into the bar as she was still trying to get her skirt adjusted, the two men still watching on with mouths agape.

Asha: Sorry, that's all I can get, I can't head in without being spotted. Still haven't seen them actually having sex, so we should probably keep waiting until I can get photos of that before you make a move, right?

Tom: Yeah, I think you're right, no point jumping the gun

Asha: Ok, well I'll let you know next time she messages me! :)

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Emily was so aroused she could barely make her legs move to walk her into the seedy bar, feeling like they'd been replaced by quivering jelly. Bill was basically hauling her along behind him as she tried to pull her clothes back in place as best she could while keeping her legs underneath herself. The fear of being seen by someone she knew was only fueling the fire of her arousal. She could still feel the eyes of the two older guys staring at her mostly uncovered body. Imagining what they must think her relationship to Bill was only made her pussy leak more. She wasn't sure if it was more humiliating (and thus hotter, she had to admit to herself) if they thought she was his willing companion, or some cheap whore he'd paid well enough to appear in public with him.

With all those thoughts running through her thoughts it took her a second for her brain to process what it was seeing when she was pulled through the door. When it did, all those other thoughts were suddenly forced from her brain, replaced by the sudden realisation of how many pairs of eyes were now on her, just how goddamn public this was going to be. There were about forty or so people in the bar, filling it close to capacity. They were nearly all men, and nearly all of them turned to stare as she stumbled through the door in Bill's wake. They all looked like similar types of people to Bill, or the men outside. Blue collar or unemployed, with maybe a couple of white collar workers mixed amongst them. Emily noticed that of the few women, at least half of them looked like they were currently at work, their sagging flesh stuffed into slightly ridiculous looking outfits, doing their best to look interested in the men they were with for whatever meagre rate they were getting in their twilight years of their careers.

Bill headed straight for the bar where there were two stools free. He hefted himself onto one as Emily carefully pulled herself up onto the other, trying not to flash the whole bar. Bill got the attention of the bartender, not having to try too hard with him staring at them, alongside nearly everyone else in the bar, while Emily finally got her skirt fixed.

Bill ordered them each a beer. Normally Emily wasn't much of a fan of beer, but she gratefully took the cold glass when it arrived, happy to have something to distract her from everyone still fixated on her, and hopeful that the alcohol would help settle her nerves. After downing several large gulps she looked over at Bill to find him looking around the bar, trying to appear unfazed. She could see the sparkle in his eyes though, like a kid showing up at school with a brand new toy after Christmas.

Emily took a deep breath then also let her eyes roam over the bar. While most people had tried to return to their conversations, she could still see them constantly trying to glance in her direction. Bill reached over and possessively grabbed her high up on her exposed thigh. Emily's heart fluttered as he dug his fingers into her perfect, tanned skin. Bill leaned his face over to her and whispered into her ear.

"Just think about what they must all be thinking, imagining how I'm going to destroy your pussy when I take you home tonight. They must all be wondering what type of messed up teenage slut would go out with a guy like me." He let out a barking laugh before taking a swig of his beer, looking at her smugly. She felt her pussy clenching in need, felt the moisture between her thighs, dripping own to where her bare ass cheeks contacted the stool.

They sat like that for another fifteen minutes, each getting another beer. Bill leant his ugly face across to raspingly whisper degrading comments into her ear three more times, sending a shiver down her spine every time.

"I can't wait to get home so i can try and fit even more of my cock into your tight little cunt, stretch you out even more so that if you ever do let your boyfriend fuck you he won't even be able to feel anything," whispered, his pudgy lips brushing her ear. She realised she had opened her mouth and actually let out a moan at the thought of showing Tom her used pussy.

"Oh, you like that idea, do you girly?" Bill continued in her ear. She felt him slide his hand up the couple of inches necessary to brush against her pussy. "Jesus Christ, it's going to look like you pissed yourself!" he exclaimed a little too loudly, causing her face to flush red. He began to rub his fingers up and drown her slick pussy, making her bite her lip to stifle a moan.

It didn't take him long to slip a finger in, quickly followed by a second, and, soon after, a third. Emily threw her arms around his shoulders and moaned into his ear as she felt the start of an orgasm building at the now familiar stretching sensation. He upped his pace and Emily couldn't help but spread her thighs wider under his assault. She felt her skirt rise at the back, exposing most of her ass to anyone sitting behind her. She looked over her shoulder as Bill began sucking and slobbering on her neck and was shocked to see a dishevelled, almost homeless, looking man staring intently at her ass, rapidly jerking his cock. She let out a gasp, her pussy spasming. He looked up, eyes wide with fear, before taking in Emily's eyes fluttering with arousal. He grinned at her, showing off the many gaps in his teeth.

She barely held back a gasp as he tentatively reached out a weathered hand towards her exposed ass. She knew she should stop him, that the sad old man was not worthy of touching her perfect, eighteen year old body, but the idea was too hot. She desperately wanted him to get to feel her up, with Bill remaining unaware. Bill was still aggressively kissing her neck, but she was afraid he'd stop at any moment and see the man groping her. Thinking quickly, she yanked up her top and pulled Bill down to her breast. She felt the old man's grasping hand come into contact with the smooth flesh of her butt at the same as Bill bit down cruelly on her nipple.

Emily looked around the room again and barely found a set of eyes that weren't glued to her body as the two men felt her up. She felt one of the man's fingers slip in between her butt cheeks and looked back over her shoulder at him, a moan escaping her throat. His eyes were glassy and his mouth agape, the pace of his hand jerking his dick getting faster as he clutched at Emily's ass. Suddenly he groaned and his hips flexed. He slowly sat back onto his stool before his eyes became focused again. He looked at Emily almost reverently, slowly opening his hand to reveal the sticky load of cum he'd deposited there.

Emily couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight. She saw his eyes flick over to her mostly finished beer. She couldn't hold back another moan as her mind caught up with what he was thinking. Not needing any more permission than that, the man reached his hand out and used the rim to scrape his cum into the glass. There was enough there for much of it to drip down into the beer. As soon as he withdrew his hand, she grabbed the glass and put her lips to the rim where his cum was and threw her head back. She greedily gulped down the contents. There was still plenty of cum stuck on the inside of the glass, so she used her tongue to lick up as much as she could.

As she felt the taste coat her tongue a huge orgasm washed over her. She had to slam the glass back on the counter as her body began quaking. She clutched herself to Bill as the orgasm wracked her body, her quivering legs unable to keep her perched on the stool.

As she slowly came down, the aftershocks coming less and less frequently, she released her grip on Bill. He pulled away from her and stared at her with an animalistic hunger. Emily hadn't seen that look in his eyes before, it looked almost dangerous. Yet she felt like she wanted to put herself in the path of whatever beast she'd unleashed. She leant in and whispered in his ear.

"You ready to take me home baby?"

Bill stood up suddenly and Emily looked up at him with wide eyes, worried she'd angered him. Suddenly he lunged forward and Emily squealed as he threw her over his shoulder, her tits still out and skirt up around her waist. He carried her out to his truck and Emily felt several pairs of hands grope her ass as they passed by. One old guy reached up and pitched her nipple, a big grin on his face. When they reached Bill's car, he wrenched open the passenger door before tossing her in and striding around to his side. He clambered in and started the engine. Emily had his fly open before he'd even pulled out of the parking lot, and greedily shoved as much of his cock down her throat as she could. She stayed down, happily sucking and slurping on his cock as he raced home.

Every time Bill careened around a corner or over a bump Emily would squeal around his cock, the rush of adrenaline seeming to just make her hornier. Some of the bumps forced his cock even further back into her throat, eliciting a moan of approval from Bill as Emily's throat spasmed around his massive head. She felt her pussy quivering with arousal when she heard his approval. She forced herself down further on his cock, until each bump felt like it was driving him into the very bottom of her throat. She gurgled and moaned around his massive shaft, occasionally having to pull back to draw in some desperate gasps of air, thick lines of frothy saliva running down her chest and hanging in the air between her mouth and Bill's bobbing cock, before plunging herself back onto his cock as far as she could go.

They finally arrived, Bill pulling up to the curb of the overgrown lot out the back of his house, still trying to keep out of sight of Tom. Bill yanked her off his cock by her hair, leaving her panting, looking up at him with eyes wide, pupils dilated, begging for more. He grinned smugly at her, taking in her perfectly formed body, her tits and pussy still on display, made even more obvious by her tan lines drawing attention to what she usually kept covered.

Bill suddenly struck out and slapped her across the cheek. Her head snapped around, and she slowly looked back at him with shock. "Well come on bitch, get a move on! Or do you not want to get fucked?"

"No! Sorry, I do!" she replied, scrambling out of the car. Bill laughed and climbed out his side, following her through the long grass and bushes. He watched her round, toned ass and muscled thighs in motion as she pushed her way through the vegetation. The sight of her forging through the scratchy bushes in her ridiculously sexy outfit that completely failed to preserve her dignity just to get to his house so he could fuck her made Bill's cock throb with anticipation.

By the time they'd reached his house she had scratched up her legs and had twigs in her hair. Bill pushed her through to his room and threw her onto the bed. He pulled down his worn trousers to release his cock to spring up and bounce threateningly in the air. He went to clamber onto the bed.