I sat up in bed and listened, wondering if it was a dream or if I really did hear Nancy call my name.
Our bedrooms in our condos shared a wall. I moved in nine months ago after my divorce. Nancy and I worked for the same company and she had suggested the unit to me. Since we both traveled for our jobs, we exchanged keys in case there was ever an emergency when one of us was away.
"Bill, please...help me!" she whimpered.
Now that I didn't imagine. I threw my covers off and ran over to the wall. I tapped on the wall, calling her name.
"Bill, oh my God...please!" she cried out.
I ran into the living room, grabbed both sets of our keys and opened my front door. The hallway was empty. It was 2:00 am and our neighbors across the hall were elderly and hopefully sound asleep. Nancy's door was shut and locked. I inserted her key and pushed the door open, turning on lights as I went thru her hallway and living room. The master bedroom door was open and I could hear her moving, struggling. I reached for the light switch on the wall and the room lit up as I took in the scene before me and froze.
She was naked in the middle of her bed, her mouth open in an O, her eyes glued to mine when she saw me standing there. Her one hand was clutching the pillow under her head, the other was between her thighs.
"Bill..." she gasped.
I walked towards her, stopping at the foot of the bed, taking in the sight of her. Red cheeks, heaving pink-tipped nipples, slight belly, chunky thighs, bald pussy, dimpled knees, blue polished toenails. I put my hands on both her knees and pushed them wide and flat to the bed, opening her. It was then that I saw the cock, the end of the black cock she had shoved into her cunt, dripping with her juice. I grabbed her hand, forcing her to let go.
"Push it out, Nanc," I told her.
"Bill..." she shook her head no.
"Push it out," I growled at her. And she did. She lifted her ass off the bed and slowly started to expel it. I watched inch by inch of the black plastic release from her pussy. She grabbed her tits and arched her back. It was almost out of her when I reached down, grabbed the base and shoved it back in.
"Bill!" she cried.
I leaned over her as I held onto the end of the slippery toy. "You were calling my name, Nanc. I heard you. Did you buy this black cock because it reminded you of me?"
She bit her lip, rolling her hips on the bed, tugging on her nipples.
I pulled the toy out and shoved it back in, twisting it, rotating it, rubbing the walls of her pussy.
"Bill, please, I want you," Nancy whispered.
"You've never told me. I guess you'd rather play with plastic. How long is this thing, baby?"
"Nine inches," she admitted.
"Really? Let me show you mine." I backed up, leaving the toy inside of her and walked to the side of the bed. I knelt next to her head and pushed the waistband of my pajama pants down slowly, revealing inch by inch of my cock, watching her eyes grow as big as saucers.
I reached my hand around the side of her neck, sinking my fingers into the silky strands of her red hair, pulling her head towards me.
"Open, little one," I told her, rubbing the tip against her lips. "I can't wait to see those pretty pink lips wrapped around my meat, pulling me in. I can't wait to feel my 10 inches fucking your throat."
Nothing has ever looked as hot as her mouth opening around me, my shaft gliding over her tongue. She had taken about 3 inches of me when she closed her mouth and sucked hard, her saliva coating my dick. She hummed when I pushed harder and she opened wider. I gave her at least 6 inches before I pulled completely out, bathing her lips with our combined juices. I reached down and spread her pussy lips, her clit kernel popping out immediately, brushing my knuckle. I flicked it and rubbed it and her eyes grew wide as she licked the ridge of my shaft.
"Get ready," I warned and I fed her again. I kept pushing until she swallowed eight inches and my dripping tip touched the back of her throat. And still I rubbed that hot little button. Tears pooled at her eyes.
"Ride that fake cock that's still snug inside of you. Move and fuck yourself on it," I demanded. And she did. She moved, I rubbed her clit and I fucked my cock in and out of her mouth.
All I could hear was her wetness. Her pussy juice as she squeezed that cock, her mouth secretions as she bobbed her head up and down my dick.
"I can't believe this is real, Nanc. I've dreamed about you so long. I can't wait to taste you, baby. Look how creamy and pink you are." I grabbed her tits, squeezing hard. Her head went back as I thumbed her nipples. I slowly pulled my cock out of her mouth. She fought me, gasping for breath but trying to hold on.
"Breathe, little one," I told her. And she was little. Compared to my six- foot three-inch frame, she was tiny. I knew she was self-conscious of her weight, but to me, she was perfect, so real.
I stood to push my pants off. I kicked them out of the way and walked to the foot of the bed. I knelt between her thighs and looked her over, head to toe. I laid my open hand on her belly, my thumb reaching down to rest on her clit. She moaned and threw her head back. I grabbed the base of the fake cock and slowly pulled it out of her body. I threw it over the side of the bed. She whimpered at the loss.