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.