My name is Frank Hawkins and I approve this message
I sat on my front deck watching my new neighbors move in. I was not close enough to see every detail but he looked like a runt and she looked hot. She had long brunette hair and a sexy walk. She was wearing a tight T so I could see the outline of her tits. This one I had to get to know.
I had lived alone for about a year ever since my wife Kathy moved out and went back to live with her parents. The stupid cunt walked out on me just because I slapped her around a little bit. I was doing it for her own good. I was just teaching her to show me a little respect. A mans house is his castle and she seemed to have a hard time learning that. In my opinion a wife should be good in bed and good in the kitchen and leave the rest to the husband.
Talking about bed, I admit Kathy was a good fuck and I missed that. I had fucked a few cheap bar pickups but they did not satisfy me the way she did. However I feel if I hold out a little longer, she will come crawling back to me.
One day I came out with a beer in my hand to see my new neighbor struggling with a big box on his front lawn, trying to get it in the house.
"Do you need a hand little man?"
"Why yes, thank you."
"My name is Frank Hawkins and I live next door. Here give me the box and I'll carry it in for you."
I carried the box into the living room while he held the door open for me. My first impression was right. He is a runt, about 5' 5" tall, wears glasses and is going prematurely bald. He spoke in a high pitched voice, "Thank you very much. I was having a difficult time. My name is Bill, although everybody calls me Billie. Would you like a beer?"
"Sure."
"Amanda, would you bring us each a beer please?"
She came in carrying 2 beer. She had been unpacking and she was wearing tight faded shorts and the top 2 buttons on her blouse had come undone. She was not wearing a bra. I could see a lot of tit when she sat the beer before me.
"OH my; you are a cutie," I said. "Come sit beside me and tell me all about yourself." Amanda was blushing and hesitant but she did it.
"So, are you married Mr. Hawkins?" she asked.
"Not any more. My wife left me about a year ago. I don't miss her but I miss her home cooking,"
"Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow?" Billie asked. "Amanda is a great cook and we would be happy to have you join us, wouldn't we Amanda?"
"Sure," she said without much enthusiasm.
I went home feeling good, looking forward to tomorrow. When she was sitting beside me, every time she leaned forward to take a sip of her tea, I could see her tits. When she saw were I was looking, she buttoned her blouse giving me a dirty look.
I was sitting close beside her with my leg touching hers. The first time I put my hand on her thigh she said quit it and pushed my hand away. The 2nd time I did it she said stop it, but she was saying it in a low voice. The 3rd time when she tried to push my hand away saying don't do that, I squeezed her leg with my hand and she couldn't do it. Once she removed her hand I started rubbing my hand up and down her leg gradually getting closer to her pussy and was almost there when Amanda got up saying, "I have to start dinner," and walked into the kitchen.
The next evening over dinner we got to know each other better. Billie was some kind of computer geek that worked for Hi-Tech Computers. Amanda worked part time as a sales girl in a department store. I told them I worked in construction now but I used to be a biker.
Billie seemed quite interested the in stories I told them about my biker days. At one point I said to Amanda, "We used to capture pretty little innocents like you and make them suck and fuck us. After we tired of them we would turn them out on the streets to make money for us."
"You are disgusting," Amanda said.
"You say that but I can see your nipples poking through your blouse. You are turned on and you did not wear a bra because you knew I was coming for dinner. Now I want you to give me a kiss or I am going to slap around your husband."
"If I give you a kiss will you go home and not bother us anymore?"
"Maybe, let's see how well you kiss,"
I grabbed Billie's wife and kissed her hard forcing my tongue into her mouth, and then pushed her down on her knees in front of me. "You kiss good; let's see how well you suck."
Billie said, "Stop doing that to her. I think it's time you went home."
I punched him saying," Don't annoy me boy. I'll go home after your wife has sucked me off; now get with it bitch."
Billie could see her, with a frighten look on her face, do as I asked and started sucking me off. She was not putting in enough effort so I said, "If you don't want your husband beat up you had better try your best to get me off in your mouth."
Billie could tell by the look on my face that she was now doing a good job. She had never sucked him like that. I was holding her head and face fucking her and she seemed to be able to take my cock down her throat with little difficulty. She has done this before I thought.
A few minutes later Billie could tell by her throat action that she was swallowing my cum. "That's a good little bitch. You are a natural cocksucker. I love the way you swirl your tongue around my cock. I can tell you have had lots of practice."
Amanda got up saying, "Now will you go home and leave us alone?"
I said, "You did such a good suck job I want to see how well you fuck." Then I said to Billie, "I want to fuck your wife. Co-operate with me and everything will be OK. If you give me any trouble, like calling the police, I'll have some of my biker friends take a baseball bat and break your arms and legs. I'll have an iron clad alibi so no one can pin anything on me.
"Amanda, I want you to show up at my place tomorrow wearing a mini dress and nothing else, to cook my dinner. Billie you had better encourage her to do it or you are going to be in a world of pain. Do you understand me?"
"Yes," he replied in a low voice.
"Say it loud and clear and call me Mr. Hawkins." He mumbled something close enough so I let him away with it while I went home. Things were starting to work out well. It seamed once Amanda realized she had no choice she could perform very well, and it would appear I can dominate Billie with the threat of physical violence.
The next afternoon she showed up dressed the way I wanted. "You are a very beautiful girl Amanda. She blushed at my complement. I want to make love to you, not just fuck you."
"You told me I only had to make your dinner. I am not having sex with you,"
