Denise and Eileen

Denise and Eileen Neighbours Extraordinaire Pt. 6

Sunday morning came and so did Eileen as she lay in bed masturbating. She wondered if her errant boyfriend had pulled on his night out in his home town but decided that he wouldn't easily find someone to indulge his submissive nature. But it wasn't him who was prominent in her wanktasy. Neither was it her neighbour and her house boy, who she conceded was very cute.

When Denise had told her he had a really pretty seven inch cock, her cunt had instantly began to tingle and become wet. She was looking forward to getting to know him this afternoon, and spanking him as he licked his Mistresses cunt and also as he fucked her.

Denise's description of one of their positions with her on her back and once his cock was in her he would manoeuvre his legs to put them on the outside of her hips, due of course to her injured hip, made Eileen think it would be an excellent position in which he could be spanked.

But still that didn't take her to an earth shattering orgasm. However the thought of having the Viking with the enormous cock between her legs and in her mouth, then in her slave's mouth and back in her cunt jackhammering her as her small cocked bf knelt at her side.

She came on his eight inch plus cock and then she came again as her slave shuffled between her legs and worshipped her. Of course in her bedroom worship meant licking the torrent of thick cum out of her and swallowing every last drop. Right now it was only a fantasy but she was determined to bring it to fruition.

As her second orgasm subsided she wondered if he, her slave that is, would do everything she ordered him to or if she would end up just playing with Denise and The Viking and possibly Daniel?

She mused at her options, but whatever the outcome, this afternoon would an entirely new experience, something she'd never seen: a couple fucking right in front of her.

She breathed heavily as she lay there wondering if Denise was doing the same on the other side of the wall, when the doorbell went. Eileen got up and wrapped her thick blue dressing gown around her and went to the door. She looked through the spy hole and saw a middle aged man holding a box. She unbolted the door and he held out the phone for her to scrawl her signature on the screen, which she had perfected even without glasses, and then handed over the box.

She took the box into the kitchen and opened the knife drawer. Three slices later and the box was open. There was paper packing in the top but underneath the contents made her eyes almost pop out of her head: In a cellophane bag was something made of black spandex. She ripped it open and held it up. It was a spandex mask, however there were only two holes: the neck and the mouth. It wasn't really thick so she put her hand inside, stretched her fingers out and held it up to the light. It was a little translucent and she thought the wearer would still be able to see something, but not everything.

Next out of the box was a two inch wide dog collar. It wasn't studded but there were three chromed rings. She delved further into the box but there was no leash.

What she found at the bottom was inside a plastic bag, which she ripped open. She removed the bag and set the item on the table: it was a dildo but unlike anything she had seen. At the cock end was a huge thick black cock. It had a nice bend to it, with bulging veins, a prominent foreskin behind the head which she though was a little oversized. She reached into the drawer and took out her one metre linen tape and measured the length of the cock. The Viking Voyeur evidently had between 8 and 9 inches, which was impressive at the end of the marine binoculars and when she measured the dildo from hilt to tip, top and bottom it was pretty much nine inches.

Beyond the hilt guard which was curved was a shorter dildo, it was really only a cock head, not as big as the other end and Eileen hoped she wouldn't get the short end of the deal. Underneath that in the box was a black and red strap about eighteen inches long and then in the very bottom, underneath, a pair of stockings and some black fluffy handcuffs. She got her reading glasses to read the packet and was delighted to see that they were black fishnet lacetops, the lace was a deep pink and about five inches deep and laced at the back. They were gorgeous and Eileen had never had any quite like them before.

She put the packing back in the box and closed the lid at which point she noticed that the address said number 11 not number 10 and that the recipient was Denise not her! Why had the delivery man given her it when it didn't even have her name on it? Maybe Denise had gone out early?

She was immediately aghast and packed the items back in. She couldn't put the dildo back in the packet, so she discarded that. She picked up the box and went into her bedroom, pushed her feet in her furry slippers and headed for the door.

She took a deep breath and stepped onto the landing, crossed over and rang Denise's doorbell.

Maybe she had gone out and just as she was turning away she heard the click of her walking stick as she approached the door and hoped she didn't hit her with it. Can you imagine how awkward it would have been if yesterday hadn't happened?

The door opened and Eileen was immediately contrite and effusive apologies cascaded out. Denise just blinked at her non plussed then said "can we not do this on the landing?" and ushered her inside.

The mix up was explained and Denise took it rather better than Eileen thought she would and the box was again unpacked.

"When did you order this?" asked Eileen.

"Oh, last night after you left. Its next day delivery."

"It fucking came quickly"

"Yes I did." smirked Denise.

Denise delved into the box and held up the dildo and fished out the strap and threaded the cock through the hole.

"Hope I don't end up with the short end of that!" joked Eileen.

"Darling, the long end is for you, or me for that matter. The short end goes in his mouth."

Eileen's eyes were wide open as Denise stood and walked behind her. She popped the cock head in her mouth with an "open wide" then fastened the strap behind her head and walked back in front of her.

"I think it'll suit either of them to be honest."

Eileen went to undo the strap behind her head but Denise said "uh oh, I think it needs testing." She stood and took hold of the huge dildo and limped off to her bedroom leading Eileen.

"Strip" she ordered and Eileen shrugged the dressing gown from her body.

Denise was dressed in a short silky black nightie, very short and very skimpy.

"On your knees."

Eileen sank to her knees and Denise sat on the edge of the bed then crooked her finger at the brunette.

As the dildo approached her crotch Denise reached down and spread her cunt lips then guided the head into her vagina, then grabbed a handful of curls and pulled her into her cunt until it was in her to the hilt.

"Fuck, that's good, imagine if that was the Viking. Oh god THAT. IS. SO. FUCKING. GOOD."

Eileen began to rock the dildo back and forth, with only an inch or so fucking her, but Denise began to pull and push her head back and forth.

"Deeper, harder, fuck me harder."

With her free hand she reached down and began to wank her clit. Eileen could smell her cunt and it filled her head. She reached down and steadied herself on the bed with one hand then used her other hand to begin to masturbate.

Denise came first, her scream fracturing the relative silence of the last five minutes, the only sound being the squish of cunt juice as she was dildoed to an ever growing orgasm which, when it arrived, wracked her body. She stopped wanking and grabbed Eileen on both sides of her head, dragging her in up to the hilt. Eileen continued to wank herself her orgasm arriving a minute after Denise's and she wavered on her knees until Denise let go and the long thick cock slurped from her sopping cunt. The two ladies were spent and Eileen loosened off the strap and removed the cock head from her mouth, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.

Denise sat up and smiled down at the young brunette.

"Now, a masked and collared slave wearing that mouth dildo, spanked and wanked til he's nice and hard should really appreciate those amazing stockings, don't you think?"

They both laughed at the thought but which house boy would be the lucky recipient?

Eileen stood and Denise reached out to take the dildo from her hand, turning it round and pointed it back at Eileen "I'd like you to lick it. Imagine it's the Viking's cock. I'm really looking forward to watching you suck it."

"Yeah, I'm going to love watching you suck it too."

"Oh no darling, I can't possibly!"

"So I have to swallow the monster but you don't? Hardly fair is it?"

"Eileen darling you have the lips for it. " Denise sat upright and leaned towards her. She traced her finger around Eileen's generous mouth before almost kissing her but instead said "You have a mouth that was just made to suck cock Eileen, I can't wait to see a hard cock fucking your mouth. I once blew a West Indian cricketer behind the pavilion and he almost choked me! But just think of it pulsing in your mouth, mmm so delicious darling you'll love it, especially after it's been in my cunt."

Eileen burst out laughing and conceded that she was going to be the cocksucker, well, until they decided which house boy would take over that particular duty that is.

"Go on, lick it. Lick my cum off it." Eileen leaned forward and her tongue snaked up and down the length. As the cock head went in her mouth Denise leaned into her and licked up along the length of the cock towards Eileen's generous lips wrapped as she savoured the monstrous cock head.

"Do you think he'll go for the test?" said Denise.

Eileen's lips smacked as she sucked the end of the cockhead and finished off with a lick around the glans where there were traces of Denise's cunt cream mixed with her own saliva.

"If he knows what's good for him."

"Maybe he's content with wanking over the married couple along the street."

"I'd love to watch them too, wouldn't you?"

"Well, if he invites us over we'll take the binoculars."

More laughter and a deep passionate kiss followed and when they broke they looked longingly into each others eyes. "I want to watch him give you a good hard fucking."

"Who, the Viking?"

"No, thats too far away. This afternoon, my slave's coming over, then he's going to come in you."

Eileen closed her eyes and she momentarily became a little light headed at the thought.

"He isn't as big as the Viking but I'm sure he'll fuck you hard, once I get my nails in his arse cheeks."

They parted to get on with the usual Sunday morning things and decided to firm up arrangements, once Eileen had gotten the train times from her own house boy.

Eileen went back to her flat and as the door shut she leaned back against it, closed her eyes and contemplated the last 24 hours and tried to think through how she would handle her boyfriend. Would she even need him once the Viking was on board? Well, he wouldn't last long if he failed to obey her, then he could fuck off back to his football and his mates, and his mother's fucking cooking. She giggled at the thought and headed to the bathroom. The hot shower was delicious and mused that perhaps she did need her boyfriend if only to wash her back and feet in the shower? She lifted her foot and lathered her cunt, picking up her slaves razor and shaved her cunt, leaving her landing strip, just shaving around it. She rinsed the shaving gel away and felt around her mound for any stray hairs. There was one or two and they were swiftly dealt with.

Once showered and dried she laid out her clothes for the day and also the evening. She loved the burgundy skirt and cashmere sweater but it wasn't really practical for getting her cunt licked. She picked out another skirt, another burgundy leather skirt but this was much shorter, about mid thigh length which she liked to wear when showing off her amazonian thighs. Rather than the sweater she wanted something which could be elegantly unbuttoned either by her or Denise's house boy. The Armani type silk blouse was perfect. Gold and green motifs, chains and flowers with a wide lighter green border down the buttoned front, collar and cuffs. Very classy, very her.

She picked out underwear a black push up bra and classic knickers. She held them up in front of her and decided to ditch the knickers, she wasn't going to be wearing them long but the bra would certainly enhance what she had, not that she was well stacked. The silk blouse and burgundy skirt were classy editions and she pulled out matching burgundy high heels. All that she needed to add were the black fishnets which .....SHE HAD LEFT IN DENISE'S FLAT,

Damn, she was so distracted today, and that wasn't helped by the doorbell ringing.

She looked through the spy hole and was surprised to see Denise standing there.

She flung the door open to find Denise holding the box delivered earlier, like a waiter with a platter.

"You forgot something." she said handing over the box.

"If my head wasn't screwed on..." replied Eileen taking the box.

"Can I ask a favour? "

"Yeah of course."

"Can I borrow your shower?" asked Denise casually allowing her dressing gown to fall open giving Eileen a flash of her naked body.

Eileen stood aside and waved Denise inside.

"When Daniel isn't around its really hard for me to get in and out of the bath." she explained.

"That's ok Denise, anytime you like as long as I can take a bath at yours."

They laughed and hugged.

Denise took a long hot shower, during which time Eileen flung on some leisure wear, black yoga pants and a sweatshirt, and prepared cappuccino and crumpets.

Denise stepped out of the shower and looked for the towel. She smiled at the irony of Eileen having taken the towel as she had done to her the previous night, but Eileen opened the door and stepped towards her with a fluffy bath sheet held wide. Denise turned on her good heel and Eileen wrapped the towel around her shoulders.

Sat at the breakfast bar in the galley kitchen they discussed various topics, but they were all sex: large cocks, length v girth, flying cumshots, anal (neither was a fan), analingus (both loved it), face sitting v kneeling slave, threesomes (Denise 1 v Eileen 0), and dressing up sex (both keen to have their houseboys in mask and collar, but Eileen and surprisingly not Denise had put her sub in improvised masks made from a variety of laddered stockings.)

They parted and Eileen phoned her sub at his mother's to get his ETA at the train station, which was too late and was very strict in insisting he bring his trip ahead two hours.

Denise had told Daniel to arrive at three and just before twelve Eileen began to cook an amazing lamb broth which she planned to take over as an introductory ruse just after three.

Daniel arrived five minutes early and Eileen heard him on the stairs and slipped into the maroon lace top stockings, black platform bra, Armani style shirt and maroon leather mini skirt. She applied her make up and decided on vampish over housewife with the long faux diamond earrings. She sprayed on some perfume, not too much and decided on the tallest high heels she owned, black 4 inch high patent leather stilettos. She went into the kitchen and took the casserole from the oven in oven gloves and placed it on a tray, before going to the front door, opening it and going back for the casserole. Closing the door with her foot was her at her most ungainly, it must be said, but she managed to push the door bell, turned her back and waited....and waited.

Inside Daniel had arrived and Denise had merely pointed to the box room. He went inside and stripped. His freshly shaven cock and balls felt cool against the pink knickers she had laid out for him.

He folded his clothes, slip open the door and stepped into the hall. Denise's bedroom door was shut and he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

"Come." Her usually command to enter.

Daniel opened the door to see Denise sat at her dressing table dressed in a black satin negligee. Daniel stepped closer and asked "excuse me Miss Denise, may I serve you today?"

He was surprised to see her in sleep wear in mid afternoon but as he got closer he could smell her perfume and the cleanliness of her fair hair. She picked up the hairbrush off the dressing table and held it over her shoulder towards him. He took the brush and very gently began to brush her shoulder length hair.

Just as he wondered how long he would be brushing the doorbell rang. He looked at her in the mirror.

"I wonder who that can be?" she said a wicked smile spreading over her smirking lips, and when he didn't move she snapped "Go on then, get the door!"

"But Mistress..." he began but didn't get any further into his excuse as she cut him off.

"GET THE FUCKING DOOR SLUT!" she shouted at him.

Daniel put the brush down and turned to hurry out of the bedroom. He reached the door and looked through the spy hole then ran back to Denise.

"Mistress, it's your neighbour, the brunette!"

"The brunette? I'm sure she wont be happy to called that."

There was a pregnant pause of perhaps three seconds before Denise spun around and pointed to the door "Get the door, do not keep my guest waiting any longer!"

Daniel blinked at the knowledge that the tall brunette was expected, and was her guest and he hurried off to open the door. He opened it and hid behind it thinking she, he didn't even know her name, and even if he did what should he call her? would walk in. Several seconds went by and he coughed then peeked around the door. The brunette stood with her back to him and he said "Please come in Miss."

She turned and he instantly felt his cock tingle, she looked gorgeous, far from the bedraggled look she had last night on the stairs. He looked down and saw the pot in her hands and he took it from her and indicated the living room. He turned and as she passed shut the door with his foot before pushing it firmly closed. He put the pot on the stove, but down the oven gloves and headed back towards the bedroom. They weren't there and he diverted off to the living room but the door was shut. He knocked gently and again heard Denise say "Come."

On opening the door he almost did come but his cock immediately became hard as he saw the brunette standing in front of the seated Denise, whose hand was definitely up her short leather skirt. Denise turned to him and smiled at him, without acknowledging what she was doing and said "White wine."

He returned with the white wine on the silver tray and offered a glass to her guest then to her. They were now sat, Eileen on the large easy chair, Denise on the sofa.

After serving the drinks he went behind the sofa and knelt between them, put his hands behind his back and bowed his head.

For all of ten minutes he was completely ignored other than both of them holding their glasses out for him to hold between sips.

Denise took her glass from Daniel and indicated Eileen should do the same. The conversation was steered round to sex and then Denise asked Eileen about her often and how hard she thinks Daniel should be spanked. Daniel's breathing became a little ragged, even more so when they drained their glasses held them out for him to take and Denise ordered him to take them and refill them. He stood up walked behind the sofa and went back to the kitchen to refill.

When he got back Denise was leaning back having shuffled her bottom forward, her legs open and the long black negligee pulled to one side.

"Serve my guest!" she snapped. Daniel held out the glass for Eileen which she took, sipped and put on the side table.