The New Weighbour -

The New Neighbour -- Part 10

At 9:27am the following day the old man received a call from his lawyer.

"Mr. Harris?" the lawyer asked.

"Yes Mr. Jeffries," the old man answered.

"I just called to inform you that George Prescott stood before a judge at 9:00am this morning."

The old man waited anxiously.

"The judge gave him 30 days in a minimum-security facility at Brentwood, three hours away."

The old man could not have been happier. One less thing to worry about.

"Why such a long time. I would have thought ten days at most?"

"Apparently he had a knife in his possession when he was arrested. He claimed that he always carried a knife and that he had no intention of actually using it. The judge didn't buy it and gave him the maximum 30-days. However the judge did give him a couple of days to arrange his business affairs which typically require his daily attention. He is required to check in to the facility in two days from now at 4:00pm."

"I am pleased to hear that the justice system has taken this matter seriously," the old man said.

"We are fortunate this time," the lawyer added, "perhaps this will change his demeanour toward you."

"Maybe. Has he been released already?" the old man asked.

"No, there is paperwork to finalize and other procedures to follow before his temporary release. He is expected to be back home by mid-afternoon today."

"Thank you for letting me know Mr. Jeffries," the old man said as he hung up.

Less than a minute later the old man's phone rang again. It was Amanda Prescott.

"Hello!" the old man answered anxious to hear what she had to say.

"Mr. Harris, it's Amanda Prescott."

The old man waited.

"I just received a call from my husband. He will be home shortly. I just called to let you know that I will not be able to provide nursing services to you today but I will be there tomorrow at 10:00am."

"Mrs. Prescott," the old man began in a stern voice, "I am sorry but that is not acceptable."

The old man was not pleased that she had lied to him. George wouldn't be back home for another six hours at a minimum. The old man would later learn that George's business partner, Harold Martin, had agreed to pick him up and would drive him back to the prison at the required time.

"Please," she begged, "my husband is being released from jail and I need to be here when he arrives," she sniffled.

"Mrs. Prescott," the old man began, "I really do not care about your husband after his behavior the other day and frankly I am in pain every day as a result of his attack on me. I hope you understand that I am not sympathetic to him and if you decide not to show up today that I will have no choice but to inform my lawyer that you have breached our arrangement."

"Oh my God no, no...please," she pleaded, "there must be something we can agree on," she added.

The old man grinned. "I am willing to make some accommodation Mrs. Prescott this one time...for you."

"Please anything Mr. Harris, I'll do anything...please."

The old man's cock hardened at her words. He always wondered why women said such things without much thought.

"Very well," he said, "I am willing to come to you this one time."

She hesitated knowing George would be livid if he knew that the old man was in his home. She would have to keep that from him.

She took a deep breath, "thank you Mr. Harris. I accept."

The old man looked at his watch, "I'll see you in about thirty minutes," he said and hung up.

The old man had been giving a lot of thought to his plan for revenge on the Prescott's and realized that this opportunity could pay off in a big way. He had a plan in place, that seemed to be evolving daily, that would test the boundaries of his abilities but he was convinced he could pull it off.

The old man picked up a bag that he would take with him. He looked inside again examining the special items he had recently purchased at a sex shop on the outskirts of town. The items included a thruster dildo which was a life-like penis, six and a half inch long two-inch-thick flesh coloured with a shorter clitoral stimulator appendage. The old man thought that it looked like a weird can opener. The old man was told by the store clerk that it featured tiny rotating beads that when activated felt like a constantly throbbing penis that reached most areas of a woman's vagina that were unreachable with a standard dildo.

The second item was the remote love or honey egg stimulator which looked like a plastic egg attached to a wirelike device with a bulbous tip. The egg, as the store clerk told him, was the most popular device as it was designed to over-stimulate the G-spot with mild clitoral stimulation. The device could be triggered remotely with an app that would allow the app user to increase the sensation on an app dial that scaled from one to ten. This allowed other persons to take control of the device. Apparently the device was commonly used for couples who lived far apart.

Another purchase was a black half face mask that covered the forehead, eyes, and half of the nose. Other purchases included a set of three pasties for women with large areolas, three g-strings, a nineteen-fifties style corset with cups that would just hold a woman's breasts with nipples visibly exposed, a maternity bra with Velcro flaps to quickly reveal nipples, two see-through negligees -- one sheer black and one sheer red and three panty and bra sets that left little to the imagination. The old man hoped that the negligees and other items fit. Just the thought of having Mrs. Prescott bringing them back for exchange was something he would have loved to see particularly the store owner Mr. McAllister's.

The sex shop was owned by a cranky overweight Irishman who had to be in his fifties. A strip club was connected to the sex shop through an adjoining door. Apparently the club attracted quite a crowd especially on Fridays and Saturdays. The old man had noticed advertisement for amateur hour which included the classic wet t-shirt contest and a stripper pole competition. Pictures of the prior week's competitors were posted on the connecting door. The old man noted that Mrs. Prescott was in a league well above the winners.

While taking a quick look around before departing the old man noticed that there were four small private rooms in the far corner off to the left. He could have sworn that he saw one of the strippers on her hands and knees with a client.

After making his purchase and having taken a look around he had called for an uber and waited out front of the sex shop.

Suddenly he was enveloped in smoke. Coughing he turned around to see the over-weight Irishman smoking.

"Sorry about that," he said waving his hand to clear the smoke. He held out his hand which the old man shook, "I'm Shawn McAllister."

"Glad to meet you Mr. McAllister," said the old man.

"You can call me Shawn," he said with a smile glancing down at the bag of purchases the old man had made.

"Shawn it is," the old man said, "and you can call me Vince."

"Nice to meet you Vince. I see you made some interesting purchases," he added, "a special lady I imagine?" he said eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Very special!" the old man replied.

"Aren't they all," Shawn said laughing.

"You ever get local women making a purchase or two?" the old man asked.

"Once in a while," Shawn answered.

"They ever take part in the contest and competitions?"

"Sometimes but that often requires a little extra encouragement," he added unwilling to elaborate.

The old man nodded. He looked at his phone -- the uber was five minutes away.

"Out of curiosity Shawn why the hell are you so far out of town?"

The old man watched as the owner clenched his fists and his face showed signs of anger.

The old man took a step back. "I guess I touched a nerve Shawn. Sorry about that," the old man apologized.

Shawn McAllister took a deep breath and seemed to calm down. "I'm the one that needs to apologize Vince. When I looked into opening a sex shop and strip club a few years ago I had picked out a perfect location in town. It was away from schools and any community sensitive areas but was apparently too close to one particular neighbourhood. My partners and I needed city council approval and were a day or two from a thumbs up when a resident and her weasel husband called for a city meeting. She barged in with over a hundred residents who threatened to oust any city councillors who voted to approve the business. Given that a municipal election was, at the time, only a few days away the city council quickly denied the approval forcing us to locate way the hell out here -- twenty-three miles away. Granted we do just fine but we would have tripled our business at that first location."

"Sorry to hear that," the old man said.

"And you know what really pisses me off Vince?"

The old man waited.

"The fucking bitch responsible didn't have any kids to worry about, was more concerned about her precious country dance nights, and not having to see my business in any form."

The old man perked up. No. It couldn't be... he thought.

"Fucking Amanda and George Prescott," he growled.

"You should see that bitch Vince. She is fucking sex in cowboy boots -- a real wet dream fantasy that one with tits out to here," he said extending his hands from his chest.

"I'd love to get her and her husband back. She would make me a fuckin' fortune if I could get her working the strip club and a special room I have laid out in the back of the sex shop. I'll show it to you next time Vince," he said as the old man's uber arrived.

The old man bid Shawn McAllister goodbye thinking, as he climbed into the car, that it was a small world. He began to think about revising his plans for Mrs. Amanda Prescott wondering how George would react if he caught his gorgeous busty wife working as a stripper or providing very personal services to complete strangers and men he knew. He knew that would kill him. He grinned from ear to ear.

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The old man arrived at the Prescott home at a little after 10:00am. He noted that Mrs. Prescott was dressed in a stylish button-down blouse, a knee-length skirt that emphasized her hips and ass, a pair of black sheer stockings and a pair of two-inch high heeled shoes. The old man figured that she wanted to give old George a memorable send-off and it was the only explanation he could think of for her attire.

As soon as she closed the door he pounced sealing her in the reinforced mind room. The pounding and screaming started up in earnest but did not last long.

He dropped the sex shop bag and put his arm around her waist and drew her to him. He pressed his body against hers, pushing her against the front door and began to kiss her, his tongue battling hers as she responded in kind. His hands quickly found their way to her buttocks taking a firm hold. He could feel his erection pressing between them. Again he wanted nothing more than to strip her down and fuck her right there but he held back. Be patient, be patient he repeated to himself.

He pushed away from her and looked around the two-story home. He concentrated and learned from her that there was a finished basement, a main floor and a second level where the bedrooms were located. Looking around he knew that closing drapes and blinds on the main level would likely be noticed by neighbours. He took her hand, picked up the bag, and told her to show him her bedroom. She moved to the stairs holding onto the old man's hand. He ushered her up the stairs ahead of him and pulled his hand from hers slapping her on the ass as they moved up the stairs to the second floor.

From the probing of her mind the old man had learned that she wanted her husband to have a pleasurable experience with her before he was sent away for thirty days. She was prepared to venture beyond their ordinary boring lovemaking for the first time. Her friends who she had confided in had encouraged her in that direction to strengthen her marriage. The old man was intrigued especially since he had been informed that the fast-acting drugged protein powder had been delivered early and had already been partly consumed by her husband. Poor George the old man thought cynically. He knew that George would likely ask for regular conjugal visits but the old man intended to use his abilities to send her images of prison guards watching her on surveillance cameras masturbating to her having sex with her husband. That will do the trick he thought.

The old man followed her into her bedroom. The sight of her bed made him want to fuck her even more. His self-control was taking a serious hit, he thought eyeing her up and down. If she had been in control of herself the lustful look that the old man gave her would have justified a head-wrenching slap.

The old man instructed her to remove all her clothes and to sit on the edge of the bed. He reached into the sex shop bag and took out the mask which he handed her. He watched as she put it on. He then took a video of her with his phone as she undressed and sat on the bed.

Now to the difficult part the old man thought. He concentrated penetrating her mind a reshaping her visual reality so that the old man became a younger version of George. When he finished he explored her mind and finding that her visual acuity perceived her husband George in the room with her and not the old man.

Content the old man moved to his knees in front of her and told her to spread her legs wide. She obeyed. "Damm," he thought, "that bush has to go."

The old man planned to take care of that as soon as George was in prison for his thirty day stay. If things went well it wouldn't be him shaving her as that was one of his many new ideas in an ever-evolving plan.

The old man pressed his mouth against her splayed pussy and began to lick and tongue her. She set her hands behind her leaning back supporting her upper body while raising her hips up to him. He felt her slowly responding as he held her labia in his mouth sucking on the folds. After a few minutes he sat back to inspect his progress. Her open pussy glistened with his saliva and her own secretions. He pushed a finger into her and wiggled it around before adding a second one quickly locating her g-spot and working on it. Her hips were trembling as he worked away. He felt her clench her vaginal muscles and was rewarded with increased lubrication. He looked up at her breasts and saw the telltale signs of arousal as her nipples stiffened invitingly. After a few more minutes he eased away and again reached into the sex shop bag and withdrew the thruster dildo. He thought that he might have to use KY jelly but was convinced that she was sufficiently lubricated to take the dildo without it.

He removed the box and opened it to reveal the penis-like device complete with lifelike testicles. He removed it from the box, reached into his pocket and withdrew two AA batteries which he inserted. He flicked the switch on the base and felt it vibrate in his hands from tip to testicles. Impressive he thought. He held it up for her to see as it hummed away.

"This is one of your new friends, Mrs. Prescott. You will treat it with love but as soon as you feel that tingling getting out of control you will turn it off. Is that clear?"

She nodded glassy-eyed.

"All right then," he said, "now let me show you how this works."

The old man turned it off and aimed the tip at her opening telling her that the separate connected small, curved end must be on top so that it contacts her clitoris. He pushed it into her vagina until the full length was imbedded. She took a deep breath as it entered her. The old man checked that the smaller appendage was in full contact with her partially visible clitoris.

"Now for the fun part," he added flipping the on switch.

When the dildo began to vibrate she moaned. "Feel good?" he asked.

She nodded. "Good!" He then began to pull it out until only the crowned head remained in her then he pushed it back in. He closely watched her reaction as her pussy lips clasped tightly around the dildo. Her breathing became erratic and her mouth opened as the old man pushed it in and pulled it out, in, out, in, out, in, out. She began to make a constant low moaning sound which matched the movement of her hips meeting the device with each plunge into her. Her nipples begged to be sucked he thought as he played and manipulated the beauty before him. Then without warning the old man pulled the dildo from her and turned it off. The sight of her panting, legs spread wide with a look of utter lust was enough to harden the old man's erection to the breaking point. He reached for the camera and took three pictures of her in that state. There's my next screensaver he thought.

After getting his own breathing under control the old man looked at her and smiled. He loved the smell of her sex and realized that he was becoming addicted to it -- to her. Before continuing he lowered his head and began to suck and lick her pussy until her hip movements let him know that her arousal was reaching a point of no return. He pulled away not wanting her to experience an orgasm just yet. He vowed that her first orgasm was to be with him impaled on his cock. It had to be so powerful that all other orgasms would be measured by it. This meant taking her to the edge of orgasm over and over again until she could no longer endure it.

The old man had to be careful. He couldn't let his own immediate needs thwart his plans. He studied her over the next few minutes to make certain that the high level of arousal had diminished before the next phase. When he was satisfied he handed her the dildo.

"Alright Mrs. Prescott, it's your turn."

She took the dildo with her right hand and placed it between her legs like the old man had shown her. She pushed it slowly into her. The old man was recording every move with his phone. When it was fully imbedded she flipped the switch and groaned at the sensations. She held it in place clearly enjoying the quickly building arousal as her left hand moved to her left breast. She pulled mercilessly on her left nipple until it seemed to be permanently stretched before repeating the action on her right nipple.

"Move it in and out," the old man instructed.

She immediately obeyed moving her left hand down alongside her right and with both hands began to viciously fuck herself with the dildo. The old man watched as she spread her legs even further and leaned forward her breasts hanging with hardened nipple tips. The old man was shocked at the viciousness of the assault she afflicted on herself. "Fuuucccckkkk..." she screamed, "Oh my Goddd...".

Seeing the approaching orgasm the old man reached down and trued to pull the dildo from her but she held on tight unwilling to let go.

"AMANDA!" he yelled, "LET GO!"

Suddenly she released the dildo which the old took from her. He examined the slippery device making certain there was no orgasmic discharge from her -- he found none. That was a little too close he thought.

She watched anxiously as the old man put the slick dildo back in its box. The old man instructed her to hide the dildo where her husband would not find it but that on his last night before checking into prison she was to put in a place where her husband would discover it. She was not to clean it. The old man wanted George to realize that his wife was relying on something else for sexual satisfaction and had actually been using it. He knew that it would drive him crazy and get the old man a little closer to the vengeance he was after.

The old man looked at his watch knowing that he had more than a few more hours with her. He again reached into the sex shop bag and this time withdrew the remote egg vibrator. She watched him as he removed it from the box, inserted the necessary batteries and synced it to an app on his phone. She could, in theory, wear the egg twenty-four-seven. The old man tested the app control and when convinced it was fully operational was about to tell her to spread her legs but they remained as wide as possible. He smiled at the beauty of Mrs. Prescott totally in his control.