Morgan didn't expect to hear from The Voice that weekend. Then Monday came and went with no ring of the doorbell. Same for Tuesday. Wednesday morning she waited. 9 a.m. came and went with no doorbell tone. She occasionally checked her phone to make sure she hadn't missed a call. She checked her headset to make sure it was working. Her heart sank. She thought maybe The Voice had gotten his thrills at the warehouse and that was the end of it. Then, suddenly, there was someone at the door at 1 p.m. that afternoon.
She stood up straight. Her heart leapt.
Could it be?!
She raced to the door. Just as expected, no one was there. But there was a white package with a white bow at her feet. She gleefully grabbed the package and raced inside. Like a child at Christmas, she tore open the box.
YOU DESERVE A BREAK, MORGAN. PUT THIS ON A SOAK UP SOME SUN.
She pulled out the two pieces of material. She was holding a slinky white string bikini in her hand.
She smiled and chuckled.
This might be the most discreet thing he's sent me yet!
She looked in the mirror and liked what she saw. The white material against her tan Italian skin was stunning. She grabbed a bottle of sun tan lotion and a book she'd been neglecting and headed to the backyard. There she pulled a lounge chair to the middle of the yard and settled in on her stomach. She untied the string behind her back, took a relaxing breath, and opened her book.
The sun and gentle breeze felt good on her skin. The book felt good for her brain. The ring of the phone startled her. She tapped on the ear piece.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Morgan. Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Very much so!"
"You untied the string on your back. Why did you leave your bottoms on?"
She perked up and looked around.
How does he know that?!
"Yes. Well, I...I don't want the neighbors to..."
"Who cares about the neighbors? This is your backyard, Morgan. Why are you letting them dictate what you do in your backyard?"
"But they'll see my..."
"You're butt?"
"Well, that, too. But they'll see, um, you know..."
"Your cunt?"
The bluntness of the word made her flinch. "Well, yes."
"Who gives a shit? Take your bottoms off, Morgan."
"Um, okay."
She untied one side of the bottoms, pulled it out from underneath her, and dropped it to the ground.
"Haven't you been on your back long enough, Morgan?" She gasped.
How the fuck...
"We don't want you to burn."
"What?! But...but..."
"But what? You're afraid someone will see you? Come on, Morgan. If you're completely honest with yourself, don't you find it a little exciting that someone might see you?"
She thought about it. "Well..."
"I know you better than you know yourself, Morgan. I'm just trying to get you to see it. You're a beautiful woman, Morgan. You should be proud of that body."
He was right. She should be proud of her body. She was beginning to realize that.
"Well, okay."
She hesitantly rolled over. The sun was bright even with her sunglasses. She laid there stiffly.
"Morgan, this is supposed to be relaxing. Breathe. Take a breath."
She took a deep breath, then another.
He's right! Fuck 'em!
She settled back into the chair.
"Did you enjoy Friday, Morgan?"
A smile creeped across her face. Her body temperature rose just thinking about it. "Yes," she said sheepishly.
"I knew you did. You loved that fat black cock in your cunt, didn't you?"
Her body grew hotter. She could almost feel that monster inside her. "Yes."
"Your pussy's getting wet just thinking about it, isn't it, Morgan?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to touch yourself?"
"A little."
"Just a little? You're not being honest with me or yourself, Morgan."
"I know. I'm sorry." She wanted to stuff her fist into her slit right now.
"Morgan, I'm going to tell you something. I don't want you to freak out, okay?"
Her brow furrowed. "Um, okay."
"No, say it, Morgan. Tell me you're not going to freak out."
"Okay. I won't freak out. I promise."
"Have I steered you wrong yet, Morgan? Have I harmed you?"
"Um, no."
"You're being watched." She lightly gasped. "Take a breath, Morgan. It's okay."
A smile crossed her face. "It's you. Where are you?"
The Voice laughed. "No, Morgan, it's not me. Don't look. You'll scare him away. We don't want that." He paused. "It's your neighbor, old man Atkins."
She gasped again. Behind her sunglasses, she cracked one eye. There he was, in the second floor window mostly hidden behind a curtain, looking directly down at her.
"He watches you whenever you're outside. When you hang laundry. When you give your husband a blow job." She lightly gasped again. "He thinks you're sexy as fuck, Morgan. He's no different than any other man. Surely you've noticed the glances. Men find you beautiful. Sexy. They desire you. They want to fuck you. Every single one of them."
Her lip curled at the corner. "What about you?" Her body went right back to needing a scratch itched.
The Voice paused. "What do you think?"
Her mind went to somewhere she had forgotten existed. "I think you want to fuck me. I'll bet you've got a huge cock."
"Why don't you put on a show for Atkins while you tell me what you think I'd do?"
He didn't have to ask twice. She squeaked when her finger brushed across her raised knot.
"I think you want to fuck me. I think you want to fuck me in the middle of the street. Mmmmmmm..."
"Go on."
"But...but first I think you want me to deep throat you. I think you want me to swallow your whole fat cock."
"I don't think you can."
She giggled. "I've been practicing."
"I know you have been."
"Then, after I've done that, I think you'll take me somewhere public. Mmmmmmm..." She began to paw at her breasts. "Do...do you want me...mmmmm...do you want me to be completely naked. Ah!" she yipped when a finger parted her lips.
"What do think?"
"Hmmmmm. I...I think you...you want me to have something slinky on. Oh!" she yipped when she pinched an erect nipple. "I think you want to...to fuck me...while...while people watch but...but don't know you're fucking me. Mmmmmm... Am I...am I right?"
"Go on."
She was squirming in the chair. "I think you'd fuck me with your big fat cock until I came in front of all those people. But...but you...you wouldn't be...mmmmmm...be done yet."
"Oh?"
She shook her head. "Uh huh. Then...then you'd...you'd...ohmagawd...you'd fuck my ass with that big cock."
"Are you tight?"
"Ohhhhhh...mmmmmm...I've got a...a tight little...mmmmm...ass. But...but you'd probably stretch it all out."
"And you'd love it."
"I would!"
"You love a fat cock in your ass, don't you, Morgan?"
"Ohmagawd, I do!"
"Do you think I'd cum in your ass?"
"No. No. I...I think...ohmagawd...I think you'd...mmmmmm...you'd make me...ohmagawd! I think you'd make me...grrrrrrrr...make me get on my knees and...and...cum all over my f-f-f-face." She was squirming on the chair like a snake in the grass.
"Would I allow you to cum, Morgan?"
She was drumming a steady beat on her angry beat. "Yes! Yes. You'd...you'd make me...me cum...mmmmmmm. You'd tell me to...to spread my...my....grrrrrrr. my legs so all those people could see my...my...mmmmmmm...pussy."
"And what would they see?"
"They...they'd see...how wet it was. How...how swollen it was."
"Then what?"
"I think you would...would let them...them...ohmygawd...them fuck me." Her heart was about to pound out of her chest.
"How many of them?"
"All of them!"
"Would each one of them make you cum, Morgan?"
"Yes!"
"Are you about to cum just thinking about it?"
"Ohmagawd, yes!"
"Show me."
Two fingers were pumping her gash. A thumb was rubbing her buzzer while she molested her breasts with the other hand.
"Ohmagawd, yes. Yes. Ohmagawd, yes," she moaned. She began to buck. Her stabs grew harder. Her back arched off of the chair. "Ohmagawd! Ohmagawd, yes! Yes! Yes! Ohmagawd, yes! Ohmagawd! Ohmagawd! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes! Yes! Guh! Guh! Nnnnnngggghhhh aaaaiiiiiyyyyyeeeee!"
She howled into the bright sunshine while man after man had their way with her in her spinning mind. She poked and pawed herself for what seemed like hours until she finally sank back into the lounge chair. Her hands fell away and her ample chest heaved.
"That was impressive, Morgan. You're progressing faster than I anticipated you would. I had no idea you were ready for a gangbang already."
Her eyes flew open. "Wait! No! That...that...no! I'm not! I mean, I don't!"
The Voice laughed. "Calm down, Morgan. I have no intention of leading you into a gangbang."
Yet!
"Remember, everything from this point on is strictly your choice. You control what you do and don't do. Okay?"
"O-o-okay," she stammered hesitantly.
"However, Mr. Atkins is still in that window probably with some unfinished business." Her heart skipped a beat. She'd forgotten all about the old man looking down upon her writhing body. "Why don't you invite him down? Maybe get to know your neighbor a little better."
"What? No!"
"Come on, Morgan. I notice you didn't even bother to try and cover yourself when I mentioned he was still there."
"What?! I...I..." It was true. She hadn't given it a second thought.
"So don't bother now." He paused. "Go on. Invite him down."
"But...but why?"
"Don't you want to see how excited you make men up close and personal?"
"Well, I..."
"I'll bet he's got a huge hard on right now. Don't you want to see how hard you make men?"
"Well...I..." The thought intrigued her.
"Have I steered you wrong yet, Morgan? Go ahead. What's it going to hurt?"
It was true. This voice had done nothing but introduce new pleasures to her life. Her lip curled at the corner. She lowered her glasses and stared at the man in the window. His jaw dropped and he froze. He knew he was busted. She raised her hand and wiggled a finger at him indicating she wanted him to come see her. He pointed at his chest as if to say, "Who? Me?" She nodded her head and wiggled her finger again. The old man felt like he was getting called to the principal's office. He didn't know if she was going to yell at him or bitch slap him or what. But he decided to face the music, whatever it was.
The gate between the two houses slowly creaked open. Atkins was surprised to see her sitting up right on the lounge chair still naked and facing him.
"Hello, Mr. Atkins," she said nervously but with a smile. "Please, come in."
