Naughty Next-door Neighbour Needs

Naughty Next-door Neighbour Needs Need Servicing

What a fucking week! Things went south on Monday or Tuesday when my boss, Virginia, went nuclear on the team for no apparent or logical reason. Her behaviour was most out of character, and, as 2IC, it was my duty to enquire what was on Virginia's mind. My enquiry was treated with short shrift.

Come Friday, the team was eagerly anticipating the end-of-day drinks at the Mitre Tavern in Melbourne's financial district. Virginia's mood had not improved, and I noticed a change in attitude in another team member, Amanda.

My work issues were confounded by domestic considerations. My next-door neighbour was increasingly making greater demands on my time; wanting sex at strange hours of the day and night. Oftentimes, Sasha would sneak into the house in the middle of the night, sidle up next to me and kick start the action. While she was an amazing fuck slut, these irregular nocturnal visits were disturbing my sleep patterns so that I was becoming increasingly irritable at work.

At the tavern, I stayed far away from my teammates, preferring to drink with the procurement team. As the night drew longer and the staff thinned out, I was inevitably forced to regroup and talk to my colleagues. This was the moment when Virginia swooped.

"Can I talk to you about a delicate matter?"

"Sure," I answered, a little worried.

We grabbed a booth and I sat, waiting, expectantly for something to happen. Virginia was most perturbed, something important was weighing on her mind.

"What is it?"

"Can I trust you?"

"Of course," I said, "We've been working together for a long time."

"Something happened at work the other day," She began nervously, "That's causing me some grief."

"And what is that?"

"Well," Virginia sighed, clearly put out but unsure how the phrase the issue, "A staff member came on to me."

"You?" I asked, incredulous at the disclosure, "When, who?"

"Let's just say that it was a member from the third floor," Virginia replied coyly, "And it wasn't altogether unwanted."

"What, you accepted?"

Virginia went bright red and held her head in her hands. She explained that the offer came at a vulnerable moment.

"How vulnerable?"

"En flagrante, in fact."

"I don't understand," I said, shaking my head trying to make sense of these scraps of information, "What does that even mean?"

"Okay, so you know that bathroom on the top floor?" Virginia stuttered, "Well, you know that the lights go off after 15 minutes of inactivity."

"Yeah, so what about it?"

"I can't believe I'm going to tell you this, but..." Virginia sat silent for a moment before continuing, "I was masturbating in one of the cubicles and the light went off. I went to activate the sensor when...she...came in."

So, this was all revelatory stuff. It was well known that Virginia took extended absences from her office when there were no meetings in her calendar. One of the team suggested, darkly, over drinks that she was having an affair. However, Virginia was married with three children; I knew her husband Craig. An affair seemed impossible, but now I had an explanation for these extended absences. Virginia went off to masturbate in the bathroom on the top floor.

"Who came in?" I pressed.

Virginia tossed her blonde-haired head towards my colleague Amanda, happily flirting with another work mate.

"Really?" I asked in disbelief, "She came in, and the very moment you were trying to turn the light on?"

"Yes, I believe she timed it."

"And what? You were naked or something?"

"Not quite but enough was showing to make it obvious what I was doing."

"Then what happened?"

"Well, we did the deed," Virginia admitted, "Reluctantly at first but then with more enthusiasm."

She seemed embarrassed, but not that embarrassed and certainly not regretful. I asked whether Amanda had threatened her if Virginia did not go through with the act. If so, blackmail would be a profoundly serious matter. I was assured that everything was consensual.

"So, what happened in the bathroom?" I asked, adding, "And omit no detail, no matter how dirty."

"Well, we..." Virginia began before twigging to my request, "That's for another conversation."

"Can we agree then that you two did the...a... deed in the bathroom?"

"Yes," Virginia admitted meekly.

"And you don't regret it?"

"No," She said, "We have not done anything since - not even talked about it - but I feel guilty."

"Craig?"

"Yes," Virginia said, "I want to tell him, but I don't know how."

"Tell him what you have told me," I said, "Say that you were horny and vulnerable, and that Amanda seduced you."

"Cheating?"

"Not really," I replied, "More like an indiscretion that won't be repeated, will it?"

Virginia looked me sternly and hoped that it would not happen again. However, there was hesitation in her answer.

"But?"

"I really enjoyed it."

"You been with women before?" I asked.

"Back in university, thirty odd years ago."

"I had no idea that you and Amanda swung that way," I said, "I always took Amanda a s straight."

"So did I," Virginia sniffed, "But she knows her around the female body."

"I bet," I replied, "Still if you tell Craig, I'm sure he'll be fine with it. He's a red-blooded male, after all, and probably fantasises about such things. I do all the time."

"Yeah, but you're not married."

"I don't think that really matters," I chuckled, "Hot chicks that are into each other is a desire for most men."

"Most men are perverted," Virginia observed, "But thanks for letting me unload on you."

Poor choice of words but I understood the reference. Virginia promised to think about my advice and let me know next week her course of action. She stood up and prepared to leave for home.

"There's one more thing," She said, "Since we're about full disclosure, Amanda has the hots for you big time!"

"What?" I exclaimed, "You're fucking joking!"

"Nope, she's discussed you many times over drinks," Virginia smiled, "Do what you will with that information."

As Virginia departed, leaving me stunned, my phone pinged. It was Sasha my next-door neighbour asking about my ETA. She wanted some action and wanted it before she fell asleep.

Sasha was a stunning brunette with massive boobs, a shapely butt, and an appetite to rival the gods. In a way, she reminded me of Tory Lane a lusty American porn star. She fucked early and fucked often, not always with me. Whatever she did for a living was something I did not want to know about, but she attracted a lot of boys to her yard with her milkshakes.

Since moving next door, we struck up a volatile friendship that became increasingly sexual as time went by. For months, we spent each Sunday at each other's homes simply drinking and chatting casually. I had a girlfriend at the time, and she did not approve of my friendship with Sasha, but there were other reasons why we broke up. Sasha was happy about this development and during one severe thunderstorm last summer, we fell into a torrid affair in which she showed her submissive side.

Since that first time, I have been on call to satisfy the needs her other lovers fail to meet. Since hooking up, we have endured some tremendous arguments over petty issues. I discussed some of these fights with a psychologist friend of mine who told me that, on the face of it, Sasha was suffering some form of depression, possibly because of drug addiction.

Sasha certainly consumed a lot of cannabis on top of drinking a lot of bourbon. Most of the time, she was fine, but when a dark mood hit her, she was to be avoided. My solution was just to leave her house, or order to leave mine, which she always did. Next day would be like nothing happened; no apology or anything, just move on. The make-up sex was mind-blowing though, so I could look past some of these indiscretions.

What kept me coming back and enduring so much toxicity? Anal sex. Sasha loved it but only I could make her orgasm from that sex act. She mentioned that her other lovers were not into anal at all, which seemed odd to me. We had all kinds of sex together, but the session always ended with my cock up her butt. Sasha had one further attribute which excused a multitude of sins, dainty feet. She would employ these assets to jerk my cock off, spunking all over her cute toes. She revelled in it, and I came frequently.

"I'll be home in ninety minutes," I replied after checking the train timetable online.

"Sooner please!"

"It's after nine," I said, "The trains don't run as frequently."

I figured Amanda could wait for another time. Saying my goodbyes, I hightailed it to Flinders Street Station and boarded the train to Pakenham, all stations stop. My journey was consumed with processing the evenings revelations: my boss regularly masturbates at work and was seduced by a subordinate, and that subordinate has the hots for me. Those stations flew by.

Upon arriving at the station, I drove the ten minutes to my house and parked up. Sasha's bedroom lamp was on. My instructions were to enter via the rear door, and I ascended her stairs. The house smelt of pot and the bedroom stunk of sex.

"How many today?" I asked a languid Sasha who was lying naked on the bed.

"Three," She giggled, "Back-to-back."

"You're such a fucking whore," I said while undressing.

"I am," She answered, "But I need my anal. Can't fall asleep without it."

Sasha was lying on her side. I grabbed the lubricant that sat on the bedside table and helped myself to a generous dollop. After applying a liberal amount to my hardening cock, I added to rest in between Sasha's perfectly sculpted arse cheeks.

"You ready?"

"Give it to me," Sasha reached around and spread her left cheek giving me the ability to press my cock head against her pucker

There was significant resistance until the pressure became too much. Sasha forced her sphincter to accept the invasion and my slippery rod eased inside followed by a mutual gasp.

With her anal cavity full of cock meat, Sasha suddenly came alive and encouraged me to fuck her hard. This is where she goes full porn star, yelling obscenities and imploring me to fuck her without restraint.

Knowing that my services will require several orgasms on my part, I unloaded quickly after entry, filling Sasha's bowels with hot man sludge. After I popped out and rolled over, Sasha became more animated and quickly revived my pole, telling me how much she loved her "arse juices."

The second anal entry resulted in my coming on her face while the third, and I was flagging now, was a puff of smoke over her toes. Three orgasms later and it was after 2am. The only thing I had the strength for was to take Sasha's dildo and butt fuck her in the doggy position before she squirted over the sheets.

I grabbed my clothes from the bundle on the floor and prepared to leave without getting dressed. Given the time, I doubt anyone would see my pasty white butt sneak between adjacent houses.

"Oh, and I fucked your ex the other day," Sasha said, scornfully as I exited the bedroom.

"Of course, you did," I groaned, rolling my eyes before departing, "Tell me about it on Sunday."

I went home and collapsed on my bed, completely spent. There was something malevolent about Sasha's departing remarks. Why was she so interested in my ex-girlfriend? The two could not stand each other when we were together. For the first time since I moved to Pakenham, I began to serious contemplate an escape plan.