I’d been revealing bits of myself for months to the male neighbours across the fence with 10 units, all very innocent. Nothing too bad, a bit of nudity at night with the lights on, with open windows and no curtains, lots of topless shots with lacy lingerie and some without. I knew they were watching because I would see males standing in front of their windows masturbating with erect cocks so I knew the effect I was having, but didn’t think anything of it, until one day something happened to change that.
You see, I live in the end unit, in a ground level dwelling and across the fence are double storey units and the occupants are housing commission tenants, all male from what I can tell, I assume they are unemployed because they are home all day or recently come out of jail, according to the local housing authority, so they are bad boys, I don’t know for sure and the details didn’t matter.
One late afternoon, I heard a big holler across the fence saying, “Come over”, and at first, I wasn’t sure who that was meant for. I looked all around and didn’t see anyone else, so I figured it was intended for me.
So I yelled back, “Sure, I’ll be there in a few minutes.
“Yeah, ok,” the unseen male voice calls back.
Well, this is my chance to meet this stranger, or maybe there were more than one I was flashing at with my perky boobs at night. I was becoming curious, so I decided to do something about my fantasy and make it come true. I’ve also dreamed about a consensual/non-consensual situation where I’m helpless and someone takes advantage of me, maybe that’s why I started flashing through open windows and walking around my unit nude knowing my neighbours were watching, I could tell by the curtain twitching, they were interested alright, but it was unspoken and it had been dragging on for months, so it was time to do something and bring my fantasies out into the open at least get it sorted.
It took a while for me to pick the right outfit to wear, a bit slutty but not overly so. You see, I am a bit older, so I need something to accentuate my ample features, as I am voluptuous with curves in all the right places. I was on heat, but there’s also a certain level of respect I need. I have a wish to be civil to the neighbours and have a conversation to see where it would lead.
It took me 30 minutes to get ready, including showering and selecting an outfit. In the end, I chose a sleeveless, white cutout dress with no knickers or bra underneath and a jacket to cover everything up. It was very risqué, but no more so than some Hollywood actresses who believe in nude outfits they call evening dresses. I figured it was good enough for a first meeting, and I had to walk out onto the street first with halfway decent clothes. Luckily, it was dusk at 6.00 pm in the middle of winter, so not much sunlight was left.
I put on my subtle perfume and minimal makeup and left my long, wavy black hair to flow nicely over my pert tits with erect nipples. I looked in the mirror to check my appearance and saw my earrings, necklace and bright red lipstick, and I thought I looked presentable, more importantly, fuckable.
So I leave my property, which I own, walk down the pathway to the back gate, open it and walk to the neighbour’s place. I wasn’t sure which unit it was, so I figured it was unit 1 and very nervously, I approached the front door dressed to the nines with my shoulder bag and a big smile on my face.
“Hey, I’m Caitlin, your friendly neighbour,” I say in my softest voice.
“Yeah. Sure. I’m Rhys, come in.”
I felt his eyes check me out from top to bottom, and he stepped forward to open the door, and I walked through straight into the basement area where I saw some furniture, a couch, chairs, a table and a TV. I figured this guy looks rough with his manner, his tattoos, short brown hair and stocky build. He was wearing weather-appropriate casual shorts and a t-shirt, which fit in with our seasons in Queensland, and included a mild winter. I heard noises coming from upstairs, but didn’t think anything of it.
I felt a bit scared as I didn’t know what to expect. It was obvious why I was there, but making small talk was awkward considering I’d never been this bold before. This was the first time I had gone to a neighbour dressed like a slut without knowing who they were or anything about them. Looking back, I wasn’t thinking straight, although to be fair, this is my own property, so I can walk around naked if I so choose; this is my castle.
“Nice to meet you, Rhys.”
“You look much better up close than through the window. You’ve been flashing your tits and pussy at me for months. Do you want a pounding of my big, hard cock?”
I felt a bit embarrassed at his directness as I wasn’t expecting that, and I didn’t know how to respond. So, I bowed in submission without saying a word to his deep and authoritative voice, which frightened but also turned me on. It made my body crave more, know more, see more. I couldn’t help it. I desired him.
I looked around and noticed there were no window coverings; everything was wide open with no pictures on the wall, just the bare necessities, really, except I noticed the TV screen was exceptionally big.
I followed his lead, and he beckoned me to sit, so I took the couch furthest away from him, and he helped me to take off my jacket. So now he saw that I was wearing a revealing dress, and his non verbals confirmed he approved; he liked it. I did a twirl, it was almost automatic, as though I knew that he wanted me to do that. I felt his eyes look at my important parts, my erect nipples poking through the fabric of my cut-out dress, which he couldn’t fail to notice, and he touched them, and I squealed, and he also noticed my shaven pussy through the fabric; everything was on display, but he didn’t touch my pussy, not then anyway.
Rhys sat down in one of the chairs, and I watched him take out his semi-erect cock from his shorts to show me.
I liked the look of it already, especially the thickness, and I was yearning to touch it, but didn’t trust myself, and I felt uncomfortable; I wanted more of a get-to-know-you scenario first. But despite the abrupt beginning, I felt very turned on by his cock, I must admit, but I couldn’t inspect it up close because he was sitting so far away.
“Spread your legs wide.”
“Look, I can’t do that. I don’t know you.”
“You flash your tits and pussy for the world to see, and you are trying to tell me you don’t know me. That’s bullshit.”
I felt embarrassed sitting here, ½ naked with a stranger who was stroking himself and looking at my aroused state, trying hard to stop myself. I stood up from the couch and changed my mind; it was all too much emotionally, despite being very turned on, but a little bit humiliated at the same time that I’d let this whole exhibitionism thing go too far.
He could see I was having second thoughts, and he got up very quickly with his now erect cock to stop me from leaving and reached for my left hand and placed it on his throbbing cock, which I loved the feel of, so beautiful and hard.
“Look, lady, I don’t know who you are, but you obviously need a good fucking, and I’m going to give it to you. Do you want me or not?”
I closed my eyes because I didn’t know what to think. I started stroking him and feeling his hardness, and I loved it, but unfortunately, he took my hand away from his cock just as I was enjoying touching him, which was disappointing because I wanted it in my mouth. I was very sad. He sensed this immediately by my facial expressions, and then I felt his hands reach under my dress, and his fingers felt my developing wetness; it couldn’t be disguised, and he smiled. He fingered me so beautifully, making perfect circles on my clit, going around and around and causing me to moan and groan.
“Oh God, yes, keep going. I love it.”
“You’re such a whore aren’t you?”
“We can see you’re alone next door; your boyfriend has stopped coming over.”
“So you want cock, don’t you?”
He grabbed my hair, and I allowed him to do whatever he wanted as I was so aroused. I literally was beyond pressing the stop button; it was too late.
Then he stopped suddenly without warning.
“I think you had better stay. Do you want to?”
“Yes.”
After hearing my consent, he took off my dress, and it fell to the floor. I stood before him naked, with swaying tits that screamed for his touch and a wet pussy that he had just massaged to attention. I also watched him take off his clothes, and I saw a hot cock spring out in front of me and a great body with minor imperfections, but he was good-looking, tall and very masculine. He knew what he wanted, I could tell, a man who could satisfy me in the bedroom, of that I was 100% sure.
So here we were, in a matter of minutes, completely naked on the ground floor of his unit, and the windows had no curtains, which scared the living daylights out of me, an ex-convent girl with a conservative upbringing, but strong desires; anyone could be walking past and see us or hear us. It was high risk, especially with camera phones being so readily available.
“Get down on all fours and suck my dick, you whore.”
I hesitated, as I am not used to anyone speaking to me like that.
He slapped my arse, and I winced from the pain. He also pulled my hair.
I felt all of my resistance slip away because I was enjoying being treated like this. This was so terrifying, but I was so fucking turned on, I could scream.
So I got down on all fours in front of him, wet pussy, turned on tits, and I looked up at him longingly, waiting for the next move.
It didn’t take him long to instigate something rehearsed. I heard him shout out to people familiar to him upstairs.
“Come on down. She’s ready.”
I was stunned and didn’t know what to say or where to look. What was happening?
Before I knew it, I saw 5 fully dressed men descend the stairwell, and they were of various ages and sizes, and as they came down, they smacked my arse hard, and it hurt. One of them had a dog collar, and I was truly petrified as I didn’t know any of these people, and my consent had not been given to go this far.
“She’s prime meat. Good deal, Rhys. How did you get her over here?”
“She came willingly. Look at her.”
“Come here, pet. We are going to put a dog collar on. Do you want this?”
I looked up at him with my submissive eyes and nodded as I wanted to do what Rhys said, especially when he spoke directly to me, and I was in a vulnerable state of heightened arousal.
Then the dog collar was attached to my neck, and Rhys pulled on it to assert his power, and the boys yelled in unison with agreement.
I bowed my head as I imagined what they saw. A neighbour, fully naked and now collared, was kneeling on all fours in front of their friend and his big cock that I was about to suck. They started cheering and applauding so loudly. I felt hands all over my body, squeezing my nipples, feeling my wet pussy, slapping my arse multiple times, pulling at my collar with its lead; they were having a field day. I was an object to them, but I wanted it to be that way. It was my destiny to please them.
Meanwhile, I was so turned on by Rhy’s powerful voice and my wet pussy, I looked up to him as my master. I longed to please him, and the more commands he issued, the more turned on I got. This was my fantasy coming true: to be submissive to a dominant alpha male; I’d always known it.
Having an audience watching me, I went down on Rhys, the leader of the pack. I licked his shaft up and down, touching his balls, putting my mouth on the head before swallowing him whole. I heard his groan very loudly.
Unfortunately, a small crowd was gathering outside his open windows as they’d heard Rhy had female company, and they began to cheer him on. There must have been about 12 people peering in the window and looking from the open front door. Before long, I heard the door open, and they started walking in. My worst nightmare was losing control, and the world saw it. Holy crap. What happened to the rational part of my brain?
They gathered on the other side of the room near the door, and the room was beginning to get crowded as I saw their eyes look downward at me on the floor with a collar, and he tugged it now and then to signify his power over me. I did notice that no women were present, only men, either stroking themselves or watching with leering eyes. Rhys must have told the rest of the neighbours to join in.
“Go, Rhys, Go. Give her a good fucking, she deserves it.”
He took his cock away and swung his erect cock around and around in full view of his friends sitting on the couch and to his neighbours near the window who had gathered to see a public fucking up close, as though he was so proud of his cock, the size and thickness. He then came back to where I was kneeling on all fours and tugged on my collar as he wanted a change of position. He was very confident in what he was doing and took charge of me and everyone else. I had yielded to him.
I felt him pull my collar so that I had to crawl on all fours with a straight back and pussy sticking out and tits wobbling as I walked past them all until I got to the back of the room. He told me to lie down on the mat, so I did. Then he took my arms and pushed them out of the way and spread my legs wide apart. I noticed he was very strong. The voyeur neighbours near the front door came close to see me up close and how wet my pussy was with all this excitement. All I wanted was his hard cock inside, but he didn’t want that, so I lay there and closed my eyes as I lay on the mat on the floor, as I was too far gone in ecstasy land to care about what a slut I’d become. I wished he would enter me. I looked upon him as a master; he controlled me, and I was in heaven. This had happened so fast, I couldn’t believe the speed at which this all happened.
“Before I give you my cock, you have to show me you deserve it. Now, everyone, get out your cocks, and she will show you how neighbourly she is, because she’s a born slut and needs you.”
So the other cocks in the room lined up to come close to me so they could stick their cocks into my waiting mouth, and I sucked on them, licked them, stroked them and enjoyed them, but they were not allowed to enter my pussy. I was so happy to give them oral; it’s my speciality. Some of them sprayed me with cum, some just stuck their erect cocks in a few times and took them out without cumming. My mouth was really stretched from accommodating so many different sizes and shapes. I was having the time of my life. Then things changed.
“You’ve been a good slut. Here is your dessert with cream on top.”
I felt him plunge into my pussy without even lining it up. and the room heard my squishiness as he pushed his cock into me so deep with hard pounding, and the room erupted with loud clapping.
“You’re so fucking good, oh yeah, ohhhh my Godddd here I come.”
I felt spasms in my body as his cock was growing larger inside me; the big climax was coming.
Then he’d stop as if to tease me. His movements would be slow and then fast. Sometimes he’d withdraw his cock and hold it over me and pose for photos by others who were fascinated with his dominance, and I didn’t know when he would plunge in again; there was no notice, and my eyes were closed.
Around the room, the cheers were getting louder and louder.
“Fuck her hard. Fuck her well. Give the bitch all she deserves. GO RYS GO. GO RHYS GO.” The sound was deafening with all these people staring at his big cock going all the way in and all the way out, and they watched his hardness, my pussy juices and our naked bodies together in a gyrated movement, and my tits were bouncing everywhere with all the jarring on the floor, but it didn’t feel uncomfortable, it felt natural. I didn’t stop anyone from grabbing my nipples, cum was being continuously sprayed on my face and hair, but it felt good. It really was an unrehearsed sex scene that felt fantastic. I’ve never felt freer.
“Yes, it’s here….oh yeah yeah.”
He released his load deep inside me, and I felt it was a lot, and he wanted to make sure his cum was buried deep in my uterus, and if I’m honest, I wanted his sperm. Then he pulled out and allowed the last drops to be shot onto my waiting pussy as a souvenir. I heard phone cameras were videoing the whole show, mainly of him but also of me and my pussy. I sensed that he enjoyed being part of a show put on for other people’s enjoyment, and he needed the applause. His masculinity was being affirmed. In contrast, my femininity of being passive, receptive and nurturing was also affirmed.
“Oh fuck did that feel good.”
“Rhys, you did well, bro.”
“Good on you, man. Let’s use her again, she loves it; look at her.”
I sat up, faced them all and opened my eyes. I saw their faces, and I felt humiliated that I had allowed this, but on the other hand, I have never felt more alive, to be pleasing so many people and myself. I needed this.
“Get up, girl, get your things and leave. We’ll see you again when we need you, so be available. Your hot pussy is exclusive to me; only my sperm will touch your pussy, and it’s going to stay that way, even though I’ll dip my cock into other women for variety. Are we clear about that? Next time, don’t worry about your clothes, you won’t need them.”
He came over to me, kissed my hand, and I noticed that it was now dusk and getting dark fast.
“Yes, I understand.”
“We dare you to walk home naked.”
“Sorry, I can’t do that.”
“If we keep your dress, you’ll have no choice.”
I looked around at the other males in the audience for support inside the room and on the far side, but there was none.
Someone else cheered on.
“Go on, girl, you’ve just fucked a stranger, walking home naked with cum on your face and running down your thighs shouldn’t be hard. Besides, you’re a certified slut now to Rhys. Be proud.”
I thought about those words and agreed. It was what I had become, and I wasn’t going to hide it.
So I stood up, waved my bouncy tits around for the others to see and didn’t remove the dripping cum running down my inner thighs, or my cum-drenched hair, so I grabbed my purse with my keys and left the neighbour’s house naked. On my journey, I didn’t see anyone, mainly because it was dark, and I was able to get inside my own property without anyone seeing me. There are no security cameras at the back of my property.
When I got home, I went to the spare room where all my exhibitionism fantasies had started months before, and I saw my neighbours waving and cheering me on from the basement. I waved to them with a big smile on my face. I had arrived. This is who I am.
It was hard to sleep that night, and I woke up many times and didn’t believe it was real, but I saw the collar on my bedside table and knew it wasn’t my imagination.
The following week I waited, but no signal came from the neighbours. Then another week, then another. I had almost given up when one day Rhy appeared at my window as I was working on a uni assignment. I nearly died. I wasn’t sure how he got there, but he was alone.
“Meet me in thirty minutes at unit 16, there’s a surprise waiting, wear only your dog collar and nothing else and get on your hands and knees at the front door.”
Oh my God, this is really happening. I felt so excited but a little bit scared too. It had been three weeks, and I had thought I had done something wrong.
To find out what I experienced, read on for Part II…
