His Beautiful Neighbour

Carol was a nervous wreck when she rang the doorbell and waited for someone (

James! God, let it be James and not... her!

) to open the door for her. For the tenth time since she got off the bus she pulled her skirt further down on her hips, though it helped little. She'd bought it the same day together with the matching white bra-and-panties set that she was wearing now. The saleswoman, Rosie, had loved her in it (or so she'd said, though Carol still didn't quite believe she was someone others would find attractive) and Carol had to agree: her boobs looked pretty good with that push-up effect it gave them, but the flimsy thong was so small that it might as well not be there.

"That's the point!" Rosie had explained eagerly, "they're there, yet they might as well not be. The guys love it..." She'd given Carol a knowing wink that had made her blush -- she was quite new to all of this. Until this day, underwear was something she wore to keep her warmth and privacy (and in the case of bras, to her keep her boobs from bouncing all over the place!) but now she was taking her first steps into a brand new world. A world of suggestions and seduction, where panties were designed to tempt rather than protect.

She liked this new world. Though her short skirt and semi-buttoned shirt made her nervous and she had blushed whenever someone had looked at her on the bus, it also felt good to be noticed... for once.

Her shirt was new too. The same with the earrings. And the perfume. Actually, her shoes were the only thing she wore tonight that she hadn't bought the same day. Her bank-account was nearing zero quickly but if only James liked it would be worth it. Actually, it would be worth living of spaghetti and ketchup for the rest of the month if only she could out-shine that old harlot of his...

Andrea. She couldn't quite figure out her feelings about this woman. On one hand, she'd like nothing better than to claw out her eyes -- kind of the normal girlfriend-reaction, she figured -- but on the other side, the entire idea of James having a sex-slave was extremely arousing... especially if she could help him punish her. Ever since James had shown her Andrea's webpage, she hadn't been able to stay away, and she'd become quite the fan of her blog.

"I caught Master kissing another girl yesterday, and I got so angry I took off my collar and threw it against a wall. Now Master has invited her over to watch as he punishes me for being a bad slavegirl.

I can't wait. My pussy gets wet whenever I think of that blonde girl watching Master whip me. Will he fuck me while she watches? Will I be allowed to cum? Does he want me to do something with this girl?

I don't know. But can't wait 'till I find out..."

Carol had read those very lines so many times (usually with a hand between her thighs, labouring away at making her cum just one more time...) that she could them by heart now -- and still they made her cream her panties! She'd argued with herself about not to come tonight, to let James handle this woman on his own, but she'd figured this was an ideal opportunity to try and get him for herself, so he could see that she was the one he'd be with. At least that's what she told herself, though she couldn't ignore the sexual pull seeing another woman 'punished' had on her.

Carol was so lost in thoughts that she hadn't heard anyone move on the other side of the door and was quite surprised when it suddenly opened, and she was looking at James.

"Hey Carol," he smiled with eyes roaming her body and obviously liking what he saw, "you look good."

Blushing, she smiled at him. There was something in his eyes, something very pleased and eager that told her he certainly approved of her outfit, and seeing that aroused look made it worth all the effort of finding and buying new clothes.

"Come on in," he told her and she followed him into the small hallway, stumbling a bit on her heels. She'd dug her only heeled pumps out of her closet and wore them now. They were brown and not overly high (compared to the pictures on SexSlaveAndrea's webpage of the towers Andrea apparently was used to staggering around on) but she figured that it was better than nothing.

Inside James just stopped and looked Carol up and down -- checked her out, if you will -- and smiled that self-assured smile of his.

"So..." Carol began, not really knowing whether she liked being ogled like that or not. Normally she'd be annoyed and a little offended but considering the fact that he had an extremely sexy slut at his command, it was kind of flattering. It was certainly a good sign that he wanted to look at her -- and wasn't that why she'd bought all this new stuff anyway?

Life was going better than James ever could have imagined. Now he had not only one sexy woman to do with as he pleased but here came another! If someone had told him a month ago this was the direction his life would turn he'd... well, he'd hoped that it would be true but no way would he have believed it. It gave him a much needed self-esteem boost, no doubt about that.

"So..." he repeated in a low, intimate voice and stepped up close to her and kissed her, softly at first but gradually more and more intense. His hands found their way around her waist and pressed her against him, and he couldn't stop himself from letting them wander a bit further south to her squeezable ass.

"Mhm..." Carol sighed delighted and welcomed his tongue as the kiss turned French. She'd missed this! For a moment she forgot all about Andrea and punishment and sexual deviousness and just enjoyed the kiss and the closeness to James. When he pressed her against him, she eagerly followed suit and pushed her deliciously curved body into him, feeling how her huge tits were mashed against his chest. Perhaps his hands on her ass were moving a bit fast but locked as she was in his embrace and kiss, she really didn't have the means to protest, even if she wanted to... and she really couldn't see any reason to!

The rules of what 'good girls' did and didn't do with boys (e.g. waiting till she had gotten further inside the house than just the hallway to let him feel her up...) were quickly fading from her mind. Considering her purpose for coming here tonight, they didn't make much sense anyway.

"I'm glad you came," James told her earnestly in between kisses, looking into her eyes in an honest attempt to convince her of his feelings for her -- which were confusing even to the young man. He liked her, he really did but he also liked Andrea, and he wasn't willing to let either go. But then again, if everything turned out the way he hoped, he'd have his cake and eat it too.

"Mhm..." she smiled happily, "me too." His hands still kneading her ass and the memory of his soft lips on hers made it impossible to say anything else.

"Why don't we go inside..." he suggested and left the hallway without looking back, assuming she'd follow him.

"Ehh..." she said, suddenly nervous, "can I-should I take off my shoes?" She felt herself blush but it felt important to her not make a social blunder like walking around inside with her shoes on.

"Hm? No, leave them on. You look good in heels," he answered, not caring at all about Andrea's floors. It mattered little to him if her heels were spikes that made huge holes in the carpet, as long as it made her ass look good. He hadn't really seen it in those heels yet but a woman's ass always looked better in heels to James.

She followed him inside, through the kitchen to the living-room where he had prepared for her arrival (or rather: where he had had Andrea prepare for her). It was dark, except the light from the kitchen and all the candles that were burning everywhere, giving the room a rather nice atmosphere. On the coffee-table two glasses of wine awaited them.

Carol stopped and looked a little confused; this was certainly not what she had been expecting: She had figured that Andrea -- and the things done to Andrea -- was the reason he had invited her. But this was so much more, this was... romantic.

---

Upstairs Andrea had heard the doorbell too but couldn't really do anything about it. After she'd prepared for James' seduction of the teenager, which she couldn't help but view as a rival to James' affections, he'd taken her upstairs.

"Strip," he commanded and she'd immediately obeyed, removing the few garments she was wearing: a dark-brown push-up bra that made the best of her impressive breasts (and looked really good with her tanned skin) and a black thong that was so small its only task was to ensure that she wasn't leaking when she walked -- she couldn't help that the mere fact that James had her wear lingerie in her own home and nothing else always made her so damn wet!

"The shoes too," he told her when she had pulled the panties down and stepped out of them, and as a good slave she obeyed that too. Naked, sexy, inviting, eager and only wearing her collar, the sign of his ownership she now stood in front of him, trying her best to look alluring and tempting without moving... not a hard task when one looks as sexy as her! At least James couldn't resist letting his hands wander around on her tight body, from her firm ass up to her soft breasts and down to her wet pussy. When he squeezed her asscheeks a feeling of discomfort arose from her still slightly sore tattoo -- which only served to turn her on further, as being reminded of how he had permanently marked her always did.

James was wearing tight jeans that looked awfully good on him and as he felt up his sexy slavegirl she clearly noticed a series of jerks in his crotch-region, telling her that he liked having her in this state of undress as much as she enjoyed being naked in front of him. Okay, most people wouldn't have seen anything, jeans are rather good at hiding such involuntary compliments but Andrea was looking (hoping) for just that reaction.

"You want some relief... Master?" she asked with an enticing smile and let her soft hand run delicately across the front of his jeans, clearly feeling the tell-tale hardness.

"Mhm..." he sighed, and Andrea was already on her way down on her knees, to do what she did best -- servicing her owner -- but he stopped her.

"No, better wait for Carol. I want to be as ready for her as possible... But that was perhaps the plan? That I'm too tired from your slutty mouth -- or cunt -- when she arrives to do anything with her?" he accused Andrea, half serious, half joking.

"I'm sorry, Master," she meekly answered, sliding down on her knees from where a slave's apology should be given, "I only wanted to feel you in my mouth again..."

"Yeah, I guess you just can't help yourself, can you?" he smiled down at her. Her complete surrender and humble apology seemed heartfelt enough for him to forgive her little trick.

"Now, get on the bed," he ordered, and watched her enchanting body as she hurried to comply. She lay down on her stomach in the left side of her king-sized bed. He took the cuffs laying on the bedside-table and cuffed her hands to the barred headboard. Once they were secure and he was certain she couldn't get out he moved on to her feet.

The day before he'd bought a spreader-bar in the porn-shop (he had considered having Andrea buy it but he had other plans for her and that shop...), which was basically a seventy-five centimetres long, rigid bar with cuffs at each end. Basically, it stopped her from closing her legs and thus taking away that last fragment of decency and protection. Now she couldn't help but showing off her soppingly wet pussy for the world. Of course the effect would have been greater for the audience if she'd been on her back displaying her pink bits, but that wasn't really the point. The point was that she

knew

she couldn't close her legs, even if she wanted to -- which she of course never would, at least not if James told her not to! But the humiliating thrill the wanton woman got from being exposed like this was enormous.

"You know," James said as he sat down in the bed, so close he almost touched her, "I know you're being punished but I'll be generous with you." God, she loved the superior way he talked about her, like his will was law.

"Thank you, Sir. How?" she asked, showing proper respect. And suddenly there was a couple of fingers in her pussy, slipping inside her well-oiled hole without meeting any resistance.

"I'll let you cum as much as you can," he said, making himself heard over the instant moans coming from Andrea, "as often and as hard as you can, and you won't have to ask for permission."

"Ahh! Thank you, thank you!" she moaned, the casual way he 'allowed' her to experience orgasms (and his busy little fingers, gliding in and out of her!) already sending her along the road to explosion. She had been aroused for most of the day, but he hadn't used her, not once -- much to her frustration!

"The only downside, of course," he continued and thrust his fingers deep inside her, making her cry out in arousal, "is that

you

are cuffed, and

I'm

not gonna touch your greedy little cunt anymore tonight," and with that frustrating message he pulled his hand off her pussy, leaving it empty and desperate for more.

"Oh no, no, no!" she whined, trying to will him back to her hungry pussy, "please, please, Sir, finish me!" The once proud woman didn't think twice about begging her young neighbour to touch her -- just a little more!

"Please, I'm so close!" she exclaimed but knew it was in vain. Once James made up his mind -- and this was clearly an evil little plan of his -- he wasn't going to change it just because she wanted to cum.

"Well, if you're lucky, being whipped will be enough to satisfy you. If not," James shrugged as if it really didn't matter to him, "maybe Carol will find some mercy for you. If you ask her nicely enough..."

With that he walked out of the room, leaving the horny woman alone with her needy cunt.

---

"Why don't you sit down?" he asked Carol as he took her hand and let her into the candlelit room to the couch, where they sat down. James handed her a glass of wine and she dutifully took a sip. Surprisingly it was quite good -- normally she didn't care overly much for wine but right here and now it would seem quite adolescent not to drink (at least to her) and she wanted desperately to be... sophisticated enough for James. It hadn't escaped her that he was very interested in what lay beneath her clothes but she still felt in competition with Andrea, who was so much more mature, experienced and sexier than her... at least in Carol's eyes.

"Mhm..." she said, much to her surprise enjoying the wine. It wasn't sour like the kind she was used to (perhaps because it wasn't as cheap as the ones she was used to, she figured) and took a deeper sip.

James didn't care for the wine -- it had been Andrea's idea and he'd just gone along with it (truth be told, he felt that it showed him in a sort of 'worldly' light, and he very much liked that!) and he could see it worked on Carol. But he didn't invite her here to drink wine with her, oh no, his plans were much more fun. His hands remembered how soft her ass had felt, and he was dying to feel her massive tits again. They were so big and soft, so tempting, so... indescribably sexy! "So..." Carol began once again, cursing herself for not having

anything

intelligent to say. The unfinished sentence just hang in the air between them, making James smile and her blush. To cover her confusing and annoyance with herself, she downed the rest of the wine in one gulp.

Noting her obvious nervousness, James moved in on her again. His right arm slid around her and pressed her into his embrace -- and she was only too eager to follow his lead, especially as his lips found hers once again, in a long, demanding kiss. The busty teenager surrendered obediently to the controlling man James had become, and she was more than willing to do so! His left hand quickly found her massive chest and groped it the best he could. Her tight shirt offered no resistance at all (much like Carol herself, actually...), and James could feel every little detail of her immense jugs through it. So soft... except for her cute little nipples that became hard the very instant he touched them.

"Mhm..." she moaned gently into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying his ministrations. Her tits had always been very sensitive, and in her aroused state, even the slightest touch resonated throughout her body. Her eager response was all the encouragement that James needed, and he groped her harder and more powerfully, marvelling at the sheer volume of her impressive bust.

"You're so sexy," he whispered to her and began unbutton her shirt (of course, the top buttons were already opened, allowing the world -- but first and foremost James -- to admire her generous cleavage... just like Rosie had showed her at the store when she had bought it). He quickly uncovered her white lace bra (the only colour that wouldn't have made it overly noticeable through her thin white shirt) and her impressive breasts, where her hard nipples were very easy to spot even through the bra.

"Really?" she asked breathlessly but with a pleased, hopeful smile. She wanted to hear this, wanted him to want her!

"Oh yes!" he assured her, with a crooked smile, thinking how strange it was that

he

was the confident one in this relationship. It felt good....

"You have an amazing body," he continued, telling her the truth as he saw it, "simply amazing." He underlined his words with a solid squeeze of her still-bra-clad breasts. She was cute when she was blushing, he decided as her cheeks again turned scarlet, from a mix of him praising her body, him taking so brazen liberties with her (and her allowing it!) and pure, simple sexual arousal.

"They're so big... sexy... so tempting..." he muttered, more to himself as he explored her enormous breasts with his hands and eyes, though she paid very careful attention to his words, delighted at his compliments. He bowed his head down and kissed her above the bra; hard, greedy kisses that clearly told her of his desire for her.

"Oooh, yes," she whispered as his teeth nipped at her skin, the sharp pain turning her on further.

"You like that, don't you?" he asked with a pleased smile and bit her again, this time through the bra, just above her hard nipple.

"Mhm..." she agreed, wanting him to continue but feeling awkward about telling him what turned her on -- and what really turned her on! Truth be told, she couldn't really imagine anything James might do to her that wouldn't turn her on...

"What do you want me to do? If you ask me nicely, I might do it..." James teased her. Though he found her innocence quite endearing and sexy, he wanted her to be more... active, more vocal. James didn't realise that this would only be the fourth time Carol had sex, and he wouldn't have cared even if he did. Though it might be arrogant to try and change one's partner this soon, James had only Andrea to hold her up against, and he wanted her to be a bit more like her. More... dirty, if you will.

"Mhmm..." she sighed, "please continue..." That was hardly enough to satisfy James who really needed more than just that 'continue'.

"Continue what?" he grinned at her, "just looking at you?"

"No," she protested and blushing more profoundly, "what you... what you did before. With your mouth..."

"Oh..." he said in mock understanding, "you mean talking? Well, I really-"

"No!" she interrupted, "I want you to..." but stopped again, feeling even more embarrassed.

"You want me to..." he repeated, and slowly, caressing let his hand run up her bare thigh, to the hem of her short skirt.

"Suck my tits!" she all but screamed out as the dam inside her broke, and her needs and desires came pouring out, "God help me, I want you to bite my nipples and suck on my tits!"