What Are Neighbors For?

[All characters are 18 years or older.]

What Are Neighbors For?

With help, Darcy totally abandons her prim-and-proper ways

Erotic Fiction

by

Casey Bea

Part-2

Darcy and Cassandra went back into Darcy's bathroom to clean up again, and as the water in the sink ran to get hot, Cassandra said to Darcy, "So, you've seen the video of Bobby acting out his MILF fantasy with me, and you watched live as Melissa and I acted out our respective mom-dad-daughter fantasies. What's

your

fantasy?"

Darcy chuckled, and answered, "Having you and Melissa and Bobby as next-door neighbors!"

Cassandra laughed, and said, "Okay, but

before

you accidentally discovered that you were living next door to a house full of perverts. What turned you on when you masturbated? Was it having your pussy eaten? Giving a blowjob? Getting fucked doggy-style? Taking a cock up your ass? Those things sure seemed to get your motor running while you were watching them, and you told me you'd never experienced any of them before."

"Not taking Bobby's big dick up my ass! That's for sure!" she replied. "I don't think I could even have taken Harvey's wiener in my butt if he'd wanted to try that." She thought for a moment, and then added, "Although you sure seemed to like it. And it

was

hot to watch."

"It's not for everyone and it does take some getting used to," Cassandra said as she wet a washcloth. She turned Darcy around and as she wiped the cum off her ass-cheeks and then pressed the cloth into the crack of her ass, she added, "But that it turns you on to watch is a good indication that it might be something that you should at least try."

She turned her around to face her, and as she kissed her she rubbed the wet cloth over her pussy. Darcy mewed into Cassandra's mouth and squatted slightly to spread her legs. Cassandra reached under and washed her pussy all the back to her pucker, and then wiped her inner thighs.

Cassandra broke the long kiss and as she held the washcloth under the water again, she said, "So, you've told me what your fantasy

isn't

; now tell me what it

is

. What gets prim-and-proper Darcy Clark so worked up, so horny that she needs to sneak away and stick her finger up her pussy to make herself cum?" She wrung out the cloth, handed it to Darcy, and said, "Inquiring minds want to know."

Darcy went into a squat and began pushing the warm cloth through Cassandra's thick pussy-hair. As she washed, she said, "I ... I don't think I'd call it a

fantasy

actually. It's ... well ... perverted dreams that I have once in a while. I should wake up from them horrified, but I'm always horny as hell. I've woken up with my panties soaked and even with my finger in my pussy."

"Fantasy or dream, you have my undivided attention, sweetheart," Cassandra said. "Talk to me."

Cassandra leaned against the sink and spread her legs, and as Darcy washed between them she began, "So, this one particular dream takes place in a restaurant. There are people there—men and women—that I don't know." She turned Cassandra around and as she ran the cloth over her rear-end, she said, "God, you have a nice ass, Cassie! I've always been envious of it."

"Thank you," Cassandra replied. "But as you were saying about these strangers in a restaurant ..."

"Yes, well, they, um, they tell me to do things that I wouldn't normally do, and somehow, for some reason, I can't resist them. I just do it."

"What do they tell you to do?" Cassandra asked. She found it a little amusing that her neighbor—who at that moment was sliding a washcloth over her naked ass—appeared to be having a hard time admitting that she had erotic dreams.

"Usually, they start by telling me to take my clothes off."

"Right in the middle of the restaurant?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I like how this is starting out!" Cassandra said. "Go on. What else did they tell you to do that you wouldn't normally do in a public restaurant?"

"There was a woman; I think she was the hostess or manager of the restaurant something. She was really pretty and dressed in a tight, sexy, all-black outfit. She's the one who told me to take my clothes off and she stood there watching while I did."

"Were the other customers in the restaurant watching too?" Cassandra asked.

"Oh yes! Everyone was staring at me as I stood there peeling off one thing at a time until I was bare-ass naked!"

"And how did that make you feel in your dream?" Cassandra asked as if she was a therapist.

"Embarrassed and excited at the same time," Darcy answered. She stood up and tossed the washcloth in the sink, then Cassandra kissed her and said, "Let's continue this in the bedroom."

A minute or two later they were sitting on Darcy's bed, still naked and side by side and leaning back on a couple of pillows against the headboard. "Okay, so the mistress of the house has gotten you to take off all of your clothes and you're standing there naked being appreciated by the other patrons," Cassandra recapped. "Then what?"

"Then a waiter came out carrying a plate with some fruit and crackers and a big sausage on it. I told the hostess—the

mistress

—that I hadn't ordered yet, and she said, '

Oh, the appetizer is on the house

.' When I looked back, the waiter was naked and damned fine looking—six-pack abs and everything—and it was his big boner that was lying on the plate."

"You'll have to tell me the name of this restaurant," Cassandra said with a chuckle.

"If I could remember, I'd make reservations for the two of us," Darcy joked in return. "So, anyway, I squat down and I take his glorious cock in my mouth and start bobbing my head giving him a blowjob while everyone is watching.

"Even in my inexperience, I must have been doing something right," Darcy continued, "because after about half a minute he began squirting in my mouth. Only I remember in the dream being very disappointed that I couldn't taste his cum. I'd never tasted Harvey's so I was really curious what it would taste like."

"Then, all of a sudden, in one of those time-warp things that dreams do, I'm lying face down across the table—still naked—with my head hanging off one side and my legs off the other so my ass is sticking out. The mistress comes back with a couple who are elegantly dressed, shows them to

my table

, and tells them, "

Happy Anniversary!

' The man takes off his pants and the woman takes off her skirt, and they sit down. The waiter that I sucked off has his clothes back on, and he pushes the woman's chair in for her, which pushes her naked pussy right into my face. I naturally start licking."

"Naturally," Cassandra repeated with a chuckle. "She must have been sitting in a highchair for your mouth to reach her pussy."

"I guess," Darcy said. "Another one of those dream things that don't need to make sense. But her hubby must have been in one too, because when the waiter pushes

his

chair in, his cock goes right up my cunt. Then they sit there and casually look at their menus while my pussy is filled with cock and my face is filled with pussy. The waiter takes their order and leaves, and they reach across over my body, hold hands, and she says. '

Isn't this lovely dear? Happy Anniversary!

' Then he says to her,

'Thank you, sweetheart! You always know just what to get me!

'

"Then he starts to fuck me, and she starts rocking her hips, squishing her pussy against my mouth. I start fucking her with my tongue—which has suddenly become like five inches long—getting it way up inside her cunt. She starts to cum and I suck up her pussy-juice—which tastes exactly like my own. As I'm swallowing her cum, her hubby starts to squirt his load in my pussy, which triggers

my

orgasm, which leaks out around his cock, which curiously runs

up

into my ass-crack. Then I hear applause.

"I look and see that everyone in the restaurant is standing around the table clapping for the show they've just watched. Except that not everyone is clapping because some of the guys have their cocks out and are jerking off, and some of the women are frigging their pussies inside their slacks or under their dresses. That's when I woke up and realized that the applause I was hearing in the dream was Harvey snoring."

Cassandra laughed, and said, "A rude awakening from a great dream! Did you try to go back to sleep to see what dessert was going to be?"

Darcy laughed, and replied, "I wish! No. The reason I felt my pussy-juice running

up

my ass crack in the dream was that I'd blown an orgasm in bed and it was running

down

my ass-crack. My panties and nightgown were soaked and I had to get up and change." She turned toward Cassandra, and asked, "So, what do you think, Doctor? Is there any cure for me?"

"Oh, God, I hope not!" Cassandra answered with a chuckle. Then she went on in a serious therapist voice, "You obviously have dormant hypersexuality tendencies, Mrs. Clark. What we used to call

nymphomania

. But you also appear to be suffering from a repressed desire for sexual attention. You are what we call a

closet exhibitionist

. This, of course, is a contradiction in terms, which leads to your frustration, which leads you to have these deviant dreams that culminate in a purely mentally-induced orgasm. You also demonstrate a longing—perhaps even a

need

—to be told what to do regarding your unfulfilled sexual desires. In other words, you're a

closet submissive

, as well."

"So, is there any treatment, Doctor?" Darcy asked with a smile.

"Oh yes!" Cassandra answered. "Out of the closet and into the bedroom! ... or the attic window, as the case may be. You need to confront—no

embrace

—your subconscious desire for sexual attention and dominance, which obviously includes attention from both male and female partners."

"So, you're saying it's

okay

for me to want to be a reckless slut who wants to get fucked and eat pussy while other people watch her and jerk off?" Darcy said.

"Oh, it's more than just

okay

!" Cassandra said with a laugh. "Welcome to the club!" She then tossed the pillows aside, and as Darcy lay back on the bed, Cassandra moved on top of her, kissed her passionately, then said, "I am

so

looking forward to being part of your treatment, Mrs. Clark!"

"I'll do whatever say, Doctor," Darcy replied with a wide smile.

"So, you used the phrase

this one particular dream

when you were telling me about the restaurant. I take that to mean there are other such dreams where the real you is trying to get out."

"There's one where a woman delivers pizza to my house but I can't find my wallet, so she tells me I have to eat her pussy or she'll call the cops on me. And another where I'm at work and my boss tells me I have to take care of all the male clients who are there to listen to a sales presentation."

"Ah, yes. The recurring theme of being dominated," Cassandra said. "Tell me about this office dream."

"Well, I'm a secretary or something, and I get called into the conference room where my boss—a sexy woman in a skintight jumpsuit—is trying to sell a bunch of men on something."

"Is your boss the same woman—the mistress—from the restaurant?" Cassandra asked.

Darcy thought for a moment, and said, "It could be. I hadn't thought of that before. She dominates me the same way."

"Go on. What does your sexy dominatrix boss tell you to do?"

"She tells me to take off my clothes and get under the big conference table and take care of all of the clients' erections while she gives her presentation. I strip right there, but nobody is even looking at me."

"Your unfulfilled desire for attention from your husband, no doubt,"

Dr. Cassandra

commented. "Do go on."

"So, I crawl under the table on my hands and knees and I see that all of the men—probably three or four of them down both sides of the table—have their pants down around their ankles and their stiff boners sticking out. They're all so big compared to Harvey.

"I begin at one end and I start giving the guy a blowjob while I'm stroking the next guy's cock. Then I feel hands on my ass and a finger gets pushed up my pussy. Then a second finger gets stuck in my pussy but it's not from the same hand. I don't know how they're all reaching me, but here's like half a dozen hands on my ass and playing with my cunt.

"Then the guy that I'm giving the blowjob to cums in my mouth—which, again I can't taste—and then I get passed along to the next guy. I close my lips around his big knob then he holds my head and starts rocking in his chair, fucking my mouth. Hands are still caressing my ass, but the ones in my pussy are gone, and suddenly I feel a cock getting pushed into my cunt. Then the two guys start pushing and pulling me so their cocks are fucking in and out of my mouth and pussy as I go back and forth. Both of them cum in me and they pass me along.

"The next two guys just want to beat off for some reason. I hold my mouth open for the one guy while he's jerking off, but then he reaches down and closes my mouth, and squirts his thick cum all over my face. The guy behind me blows his load all over my ass.

"Then all of a sudden, I'm lying face up on top of the table and all of the guys are totally naked now and jerking off all around me. My boss peels off her jumpsuit and climbs up on the table, straddling my head on her knees, and as she pinches my nipples and pulls on my tits, she tells the guys to cover me with their cum. Then she squats down and rocks her hips, rubbing her soaked pussy across my face.

"I'm pushing my tongue as deep into her pussy as I can get it and at the same time, I feel my legs being pulled apart and then a finger getting pushed up

my

pussy the same way my tongue is going up hers. I jab my tongue faster and the finger goes faster. I push my tongue against her clit and the finger starts to rub

my

clit.

"All the while, my boss is encouraging the guys by telling them,

'Jerk off your fat cocks on her body! Blow your hot sperm all over her! Squirt your cum on her tits!

' That kind of thing. And they start cumming on me one after the other until I feel jism running off of me everywhere.

"Then—and I'm not sure how I see this with my head between my boss's legs—but I notice that there's a bunch more people there—men and women—and they're all watching me being used as a slutty cum-dump. Having an audience arouses the shit out of me, and I start to cum around the finger in my pussy at the same time my boss starts cumming in my face. Then they all start to applaud and that's when I woke up."

"Harvey's snoring again?" Cassandra asked.

"Yup. He had rolled over and was sawing wood right in my ear," Darcy answered with a little chuckle. "I think it might have been his hot breath that I was feeling on my face that I dreamt was my boss's pussy-juice. Anyway, I woke up to find it was my own finger in my pussy making me cum, and the jism I felt running off my body was trickles of sweat. I had to get up and change my panties and nightgown, and I slept in the spare bedroom the rest of the night. I changed the soaked sheets in the morning."

Suddenly, there was a faint beeping coming from somewhere outside the bedroom.

"Oh, crap!" Darcy said as she looked at the nightstand clock. "That's my phone down in the kitchen; I have a dentist appointment this morning! I completely forgot!"

They both got out of bed, and as Darcy gave her wet pussy another quick wash, she said, "So, um, do you think we can, you know, do this again sometime?"

Cassandra gave her a quick kiss as she took the washcloth from her, and replied as her doctor, "Your case is a very intriguing one, Mrs. Clark; one I intend to take a very personal interest in. I believe that effective treatment will require

many

more therapy sessions like this. I'll have my office call you to set something up. Is your schedule open next Saturday?"

Darcy laughed, and said, "I'll have to check, but I think I'm free. Will it be another house-call?"

"I'll get back to you on that," Dr. Cassandra answered. Although having a "watch party" including Darcy when Melissa finished editing the mom-dad-daughter video was a great thought, watching the MILF video just now gave Cassandra another idea. It was something she had wondered about for a long time.

***

Saturday morning, Cassandra called Darcy, and said, "Hello, Mrs. Clark. This is Dr. Cassandra's office calling."

"Oh, yes! I've been hoping you'd call," she played along. "Does the good doctor have the time for another house-call? Or should I come into the office?"

"The doctor has arranged for a field-therapy session," Cassandra replied. "Can you be ready to join her at 4:00 this afternoon?"

"

Field therapy

?" Darcy repeated. "What does that mean?"

"The doctor said she'll explain it when you get to her office," Cassandra said, "and to just trust her. She also said to have you wear clean underwear—panties and bra; a conservative skirt and button-front blouse; and low heels. Oh, and a choker of pearls if you have one. If not, she can lend you one."

"I have one," Darcy said amused and intrigued. "Should I wear stockings?"

"If you have stay-ups, yes," she replied. "But not pantyhose."

"Would a garter-belt and stockings be acceptable?" Darcy asked having fun with this.

"If you have them, that would be perfect," Dr. Cassandra's

secretary

replied although she couldn't imagine that her conservative next-door neighbor would ever have had occasion to wear them.

"I'll have them by 4:00 o'clock!" Darcy responded.

"The doctor will be most appreciative of your cooperative nature, I'm sure," Cassandra said. "She'll see you at her office at 4:00 o'clock and she'll explain the next step in your therapy over a glass of Chardonnay if that's acceptable."

"Acceptable and eagerly anticipated!" Darcy replied.

***

When Darcy arrived at Cassandra's back door, Cassandra looked her up and down, and said, "Oh, you look perfect! Just what the doctor ordered!"

Darcy hiked up her skirt to where the tops of her tan stockings and the black garter straps showed, and asked, "This, too?"

"Even

more

perfect!" Cassandra answered then gave her a kiss and led her into the kitchen where two wine glasses and a small plate of cheese and crackers sat on the high-top.

"So, what is this field-therapy session your secretary mentioned and was so mysterious about?" Darcy asked while Cassandra poured the wine.

"Have you ever been to an adult movie theater?" Cassandra asked her.

"You mean aside from watching your daughter's porn movies on my TV with you last week?" Darcy replied. "No. I wouldn't even know where to find one."

"Neither had I until watching the movie with you last week," Cassandra said. "One of the ads that was running on the side before I switched to full-screen was for an adult theater that encouraged

audience participation

. When I looked it up after I got home, I found that it's part of a national chain of adult stores where they sell sex toys and slinky lingerie and x-rated DVDs out front and show porn movies on a big screen in a theater in the back. They have a branch just over the county line, about twenty minutes away."

By

audience participation

do you mean having sex with

strangers

?" Darcy asked obviously skeptical. "I don't know that I'm ready for

that

."

"Neither am I," Cassandra replied. "And we couldn't if we wanted to. For the

full immersive experience

—as their website puts it—where you can have sex with anyone else in the theater, you have to join their

executive club

. That costs $500 a year, but more important for us today, is that you have to go to a clinic that they're apparently associated with and have a blood test for STDs and whatnot, and leave a DNA swab so you can't fake your identity I guess. Anyway, the test takes five-to-seven days to get back."