Adam had been hearing the noises for some time now. At first he thought nothing of it presuming that it was a cat or any other one of the strange noises that occupied the cold London nights. But after a while he started to wonder at the noises. They did seem to be coming from the building and there was definetly a strange human feel to them. It was only a couple of weeks previously that he finally found out the source of the murmurs. He had just returned from a walk one evening and was mounting the stairs that took him up to his small bedsit when he heard the murmurs emerging from the flat directly beneath his. He stopped and continued to listen at the door with a feeling of great anticipation. As the murmurs continued he finally understood that they were the noises of a woman - a woman writhing and heaving in sexual pleasure. He froze knowing that he should move on but compelled to listen to the sweet music of this woman in sexual frenzy. As he continued to listen, the murmurs continued to emerge from beneath the door and soon he could hear the sound of springs and heavy panting. Oddly enough there didn't seem to be any other noise coming from the room, either the purveyor of this passion was silent or the woman and her lover were one and the same.
Adam had noticed the woman from downstairs on a number of occasions. She was after all extremely beautiful - not a conventional beauty but one of savage desire and contempt. She never seemed to notice him and appeared to be in a world of her own, an almost vacant expression in her eyes. Adam had never dared converse with her - speaking with women had never been his forte, in fact quite to the contrary. The result of this was very little sexual activity, leaving him to release himself on his own most of the time. His only sexual experience with a woman had been with a prostitute.
It had happened one night after a few too many drinks. Geered up with unnatural courage, Adam had decided that he would at last enter the body of a woman putting to an end his unsatiable curiosity. The prostitute had not been hard to find - she was in fact the first one he came across. She had been standing on a street corner, wearing a short leather dress and the remains of what was once a skimpy top. Negiotations were brief and Adam soon found himself in a dark and damp room occupied soley by a bed with soiled sheets. The prostitute ordered him to remove his clothes and indifferently did the same. As Adam removed his pants, barely managing to stand up, his enormous penis sprung out onto his belly craving for attention. The prostitute looked at he penis and for the first time showed some sign of interest. She approached Adam and took his member between her long fingered nails and slowly began to stroke along the length of his penis while the other hand gently began to massage his balls preparing them for the unevitable milking that they were about to receive. Adam stared on in wonder as the woman's face came closer and closer to his now throbbing cock. Slowly but surely, she let her full painted lips envelop him, sucking first at the tip and gradually allowing the enormous organ to delve deep into her mouth and then her throat. Adam's body jerked in pleasure and anticipation, the muscles in his thighs and neck struggling to keep him in balance. As the woman's mouth and throat thrusted themselves on to him he could feel the sensation of come brewing in his balls desperately wanting to shower the prostitute's tonsils and throat. The prostitute, despite heaving on the size of this enormous cock, was unusually aroused and was soon fingering her soaked sex in rhythm with the pummeling of Adam's cock. Eventually, crazed with desire, the prostitute screamed to Adam to fuck her properly, to make her come like she had never come before. Adam, confused, replied that he could not afford anymore but helpless to the crazed woman was violently pushed on to the bed.
