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Subject: {ASSM} Lusting after Michiko - Pt. 4 (Fsolo, MMF, voy, exhib, interr)
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Date: Sun, 11 Feb 2007 03:10:02 -0500
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Lusting after Michiko
Part Four

Michiko didn't remember any dreams from that night.
But the next morning she woke up feeling strangely
excited. Something was happening now. Her neighbour
had taken a step further - proving that he wasn't
just a repetitive nutcase. Who knew what he'd think
of next?

Her mood was great. She danced around her apartment,
humming to herself as she got ready for work. She
even decided to wear an outfit that was a little bit
sexier than usual: A short black skirt and black
stockings, with a white satin blouse showing just a
hint of cleavage.

At work, she could see her male colleagues noticing
her appearance. But she only got the most innocent
compliments, like "you're looking good today" or "is
that a new skirt?" Still, she enjoyed the attention
- and tried to imagine what her neighbour would
think.

When she came home, he'd left the usual presents for
her. This time, the bouquet was white and orange
again. And on her door he'd left the usual stains of
semen.

Michiko felt a strange tingle between her legs at
the sight. The whole situation was so kinky. And she
felt that she was partly responsible. After all, she
hadn't tried to stop it. She could have reported him
to the police, but she hadn't. Instead, last night,
she'd played along with his perverted games. Which
in fact made her an accomplice.

She looked at the stains on the door. This was his
sperm. She shivered at the thought. Last night she'd
seen him masturbating, heard his grunts of pleasure
and watched his jerking cock spurting jets of creamy
spunk all over her window.

Michiko wondered what his semen tasted like.
Normally, she found the taste of semen slightly
disgusting. But she'd noticed than when she was very
aroused, she actually craved the spicy taste on her
tongue. Then, feeling a cock pumping its salty load
into her mouth, the taste actually added to her
excitement.

She looked up and down the hallway. Then she knelt
down, stuck out her tongue and licked a drop of
sperm off her door. It had a powerful, salty taste,
not really unpleasant - or maybe she was just
getting aroused.

Michiko licked another glob of semen off the
polished wooden surface, savouring the taste of
thick, creamy liquid. She kept licking, wanting to
swallow every last drop of her neighbour's sperm.  
God, this was so kinky - it really turned her on.

She couldn't help herself. Her fingers reached
inside her panties and found her clit. And there in
the hallway, Michiko began to masturbate, licking a
strange man's semen off the door to her own
apartment.

Suddenly, she heard a door handle turning further
down the hall and jumped to her feet. Hurriedly, she
grabbed the bouquet and stumbled into her apartment,
locking the door behind her.

Michiko's fingers were wet from her juices. She put
them in her mouth and licked them clean. Then she
arranged the flowers in yet another vase. Amazingly,
none of the bouquets had started to wilt yet, and
she was running out of vases.

She felt a bit weird - the shock hadn't quite killed
her excitement. She considered just throwing herself
on the couch and masturbating herself to an orgasm.
But somehow she felt that it would be wrong. Maybe
her neighbour had something planned. In fact, she
was almost certain he had. And in that case she
should probably just wait and see.

So Michiko lay on the couch, trying to relax. The
itch between her thighs was so strong, it was almost
painful. It would so much easier to get herself off
and get it over with. But no - she had to wait and
see what her neighbour had planned for tonight.

After half an hour, she just wished he would hurry
up and do something. She went to the door and looked
through the spyglass. Nothing. She looked through
her windows to both balconies. Not a trace of him
anywhere.

Restless, Michiko poured herself a vodka and
collapsed on her couch. She turned on the TV to the
same stupid game show she'd seen the other night -
in fact it appeared to be a rerun of the same
episode. She sipped her drink and sighed.

The doorbell rang.

She smiled. So her neighbour was going to pay her a
visit tonight. She got up from the couch and checked
herself in the mirror. Oh yes, she was looking
pretty good: Her short, jet-black hair slightly
ruffled, her blouse revealing her figure, and the
short black skirt showing off her shapely legs.

Walking to the door, she hesitated: What was he
going to do to her? He had already revealed his
kinky side. He was an imaginative suitor - some
would call him a pervert and a stalker. After
exposing himself to her, letting her watch him
masturbate and ejaculate - what next? When she
opened the door, would he throw himself at her and
rip off her clothes? The very thought made her wet.

She was too excited to think - she wanted this to
happen, whatever it was. With trembling fingers, she
opened the door.

It wasn't him.

To her surprise, she looked into the eyes of a
handsome black man about her own age. He was
impeccably dressed in a sleek dark suit and tie.

"Good evening," he said. "Your neighbour sent me.
May I come in?"

Michiko's mouth fell open. She was unable to speak
for a moment.

"I..." she finally said. "Um, sure. Come on in."

The black man entered her apartment, and she closed
the door behind them. He stood by the window,
looking out.

"May I ask," she said, "why did he send you?"

The black man turned around and looked at her
curiously. He slowly pulled off his jacket, then his
tie, then his shirt.

"It's up to you, Miss," he said quietly. "I'm at
your disposal."

He was thin, but muscular, his dark brown skin
glistening in the lamplight. Still looking at her,
he opened his belt and unzipped his pants. He kicked
off his shoes and pulled his pants off.

Michiko was about to ask him to stop, but she was
too surprised to utter a word.

The black man stood there dressed only in boxer
shorts - which he then pulled off, standing naked in
front of her. She couldn't help looking at his cock.
It was quite long, exquisitely shaped and a dark,
chocolate brown. As she looked at him, it quivered
slightly, beginning to rise.

"Oh, shit," she whispered.

"Come here," the black man said in a soft, soothing
voice.

Michiko moved slowly towards him. He gently touched
her arm, making her tremble.

"Don't be afraid," he whispered.

His calm was reassuring. She relaxed and obliged as
he gently led her towards the small table in front
of the window.  Touching her softly, the black man
made her bend over and placed her hands on the table
top. Then he stood next to the table and let her
watch as he massaged his cock. Within seconds it
grew to a full erection.

Michiko had never seen a man get a hard-on this
fast. His cock was long, dark and shiny. He stood
behind her, out of her view. Yet she saw his
reflection in the windowpane - his stiff cock
visible above her buttocks.

And that's when she saw him: Just visible in the
lamplight shining through the window, her neighbour
stood on her balcony looking in at her. How did he
get there? This time, though, he was fully dressed,
wearing a dark suit over a black t-shirt.

Michiko froze as she felt the black man's fingers
touching the insides of her thighs, moving up
towards her pussy. She gasped. He lifted up her
skirt, his fingers skilfully slipping inside the
crotch of her panties, gently caressing her labia.
She was so wet, it was almost embarrassing. His
slender fingers explored her tender flesh, slick
from her juices. As she squirmed, she was aware that
her ass wiggled in front of the black man's face.

Grinning, her neighbour unzipped his fly. Slowly,
teasingly, he pulled his semi-erect cock out from
inside his pants. He even managed to pull his hairy,
bulging balls through the zipper. Looking at
Michiko, he caressed his cock and balls. Then he
grabbed the shaft and slowly began stroking it,
making the bluish head swell.

As she watched, she was aware of the black man's
fingers slipping inside her pussy, gently moving
back and forth - at first slowly, but soon sliding
in and out of her flesh with faster and faster
movements. His other hand pulled the crotch of her
panties aside. And when she felt something soft and
wet against her pussy, she knew it was his tongue.

"Oh God," she gasped.

Slurping loudly, the black man sucked at her flesh,
licking her, drinking the juices that flowed from
her excited pussy. She sobbed quietly, as he thrust
the tip of his tongue into her soft crevice, licking
her from the inside. Quivering with pleasure,
Michiko held onto the edge of the table. Outside the
window, her neighbour masturbated, watching her and
enjoying every minute.

The black man pulled his mouth away from her pussy.
She heard the rustling of a condom packet being
opened. As he once more pulled the crotch of her
panties aside she felt the hard tip of his cock
pushing against her labia. Her muscles tensed up.
She was wet and more than ready for him, but it was
as if she was suddenly afraid. As if her pussy
muscles tightened against her will, preventing the
black man's cock from entering her.

He held onto her hips and pushed forwards with
greater force. Michiko felt the heat of his skin
through the smooth surface of the condom. Eyes
closed, she spread her legs wide, trying to relax.
And finally she felt her labia yielding, as he
forced the tip of his cock into her pussy. They
sighed in unison, as he slowly pushed forward, his
erect shaft entering her inch by inch.  

"Yes!" she gasped.

Her neighbour grinned viciously, stroking his stiff
cock at the sight.

Michiko felt the black man's tool slowly penetrating
her flesh, burying its entire length inside her. She
clenched her pussy muscles around it, as he pulled
back and thrust into her again. Over and over, his
erect cock slipped in and out of her dripping wet
slit, making her whimper with lust.

Her excitement was unbearable. It was as if her
orgasm was pent up inside her, ready to be released.
The slightest stimulation would cause her to explode
in a surge of pleasure. The black man kept a steady
rhythm, pumping her tender pussy like a piston.

"Oh! Oh!" she cried in time with his thrusts.

She stared at her neighbour's cock, rough veined
skin stretched across its stiff shaft. He kept
masturbating, his cock releasing tiny droplets of
clear liquid, dripping onto the concrete floor of
her balcony. As she watched him, she felt the black
man's cock plunging deeper and deeper into her
pussy, pushing her back and forth across the table
top.

Michiko cried out with pleasure, as the orgasm hit
her.

"Aaah! Aaah!"

Her climax was so violent, it was almost painful.
She felt her sex clutching his pumping tool, as
waves of ecstatic pleasure coursed through her body.

The black man didn't stop fucking her, didn't even
slow down. In her orgasmic daze, she felt his
slippery cock hammering into her over and over,
relentlessly. She sobbed helplessly, feeling her
excitement already building towards another climax.

Suddenly, he let his cock slip out of her aching
pussy, only to thrust it all the way back in. He
pulled out again and penetrated her once more. Again
and again he repeated this motion, letting Michiko
feel every inch of his long, erect cock.

"Is it good, Miss?" he whispered in her ear.

"Oh yes," she gasped. "Fuck me."

"Come here," he said.

Grabbing her gently by the shoulders, he pulled her
off the table and steered her towards the window.
Still trembling from her orgasm, Michiko stood in
front of the pane and leant forwards slightly,
placing her hands on the cold glass. Grinning, her
neighbour kept masturbating, now inches away from
her body, with only the glass separating them. She
looked straight into his eyes. They were mad with
lust.

Still fully dressed, she spread her legs. She felt
the black man lifting up her skirt, pushing the
crotch of her panties aside and slipping his long,
hard cock into her slit from below. Then, holding
onto her hips, he began fucking her in a fast,
steady rhythm, plunging his cock in and out of her
succulent pussy. Her nipples were hard, pushing
against the thin fabric of her blouse.

Watching them fuck standing up, her neighbour
stroked his cock faster and faster. His face was
flushed with excitement, his eyes bulging. She
looked straight at him. Having sex with a complete
stranger was outrageous enough. But what really
turned her on was having her neighbour watch her as
she did. And she could tell that he was enjoying
every second.

He obviously had a serious crush on her. He desired
her - wanted her. That's what this was all about:
The semen stains, the mutual masturbation, and now
hiring a man that could fuck her while he watched.
Would he ever approach her himself? Or was his
desires too twisted?

Looking at him masturbating, she wanted to turn him
on as much as possible, wanted to make him come. The
black man's cock thrust into her over and over,
driving her ever closer to another orgasm. And
knowing that her neighbour was going to watch it -
and knowing that the sight might make him come as
well - finally pushed her over the edge.
 
"Ohhh!"

With a loud scream, Michiko climaxed again. She
almost fell over, the black man's cock still
thrusting in and out of her slippery pussy. Her sex
muscles tensed up, clutching his hard shaft, as she
gasped in ecstasy.

The sight of Michiko's orgasm seemed to set off both
men. First, she felt the black man's cock swelling
inside her, until he quickly pulled out. Next, she
heard the sound of the condom being torn off. And
then the sound of the black man, roaring with
pleasure as he came. The first spurt of his hot
semen landed on her back - she felt it, wet and
heavy, through the thin silk of her blouse. Another
spurt flew almost all the way to her shoulders.
Grunting, the black man kept ejaculating.

Outside the window, her neighbour suddenly froze,
grabbing his cock in his fist. She saw his hairy
balls tightening and his glans swelling, as his
orgasm approached. Then, with a loud gasp, he threw
his head back as he climaxed. She blinked
involuntarily as the first jet of sperm shot out of
his cock, aimed towards her face. Instead, it hit
the window pane, spattering and flowing down the
glass. Moments later, another shot of semen joined
it - and another. Her neighbour masturbated, forcing
spurt after spurt from his swollen cock.

As the two men emptied themselves, their grunts and
moans subsided. Breathing heavily, Michiko watched
her neighbour's thick sperm trickling down the
window in front of her face. She wanted to stick her
tongue out and lick it up.

"Ahhh..." the black man said. "That was nice."

Her neighbour shook the last drops from his cock and
zipped up. Then, he calmly pushed the glass door
aside and entered the room. He patted her cheek.

"Good girl," he said, grinning.

Michiko stood up and turned around, her head still
spinning from her last orgasm. Her neighbour turned
to the black man who was calmly getting dressed
again.

"And good job, Frank," her neighbour said. "I
enjoyed it."

"My pleasure," the black man replied, zipping up his
pants.

Her neighbour reached into his pocket, pulled out a
handful of bills and handed it to the black man.

"Thanks," he said, quickly counting the money and
placing it in his wallet.

"Okay, let's go," her neighbour said. "We have a big
day ahead of us tomorrow."

The black man buttoned his shirt and pulled his
jacket on. Then, the two men walked to the door and
let themselves out. In the doorway, her neighbour
turned and looked back at her.

"Yes," he said with a nasty smile. "You heard me,
Michiko. I'm not finished with you yet."

And he closed the door behind him.

Michiko stared at the closed door. Still shaking,
she went to her drinks cabinet and poured herself a
vodka.

Tomorrow. What was going to happen tomorrow?
Tonight, he'd hired a stranger to fuck her, while he
watched. And he had even more plans for tomorrow?
What kinky excesses did he have in mind?

Sitting on her couch, sipping the vodka, she smiled.
Yes, her neighbour was some sort of sex freak, and
she was now the object of his twisted desires. But
by now, Michiko had begun to realize one very
important thing.

She was enjoying it.

-- 
bonfils, 2006
http://storiesonline.net/auth/bonfils

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