Fucking the neighbor's 18 year old slut daughter II

Part II of How I Turned My Neighbor's Slutty 18-Year-Old Daughter Into My Whore Keep commenting. It inspires me to come up with new stories.

Lily left my house early the next day. She sat on the stairs waiting for her father to come out, lying about being there all night. In the days that followed, however, she became a fixture in my life, sneaking over whenever her dad was out or asleep. Since she wasn't hanging out with friends and going to parties anymore, her dad thought she was finally coming to her senses, when in reality she was getting plowed almost every day, just closer.

She’d show up in those same jean shorts, sometimes no panties, flashing her pussy when she bent over to “pick something up.” I’d order her to her knees, and she’d obey, sucking my cock with a sloppy eagerness that made my head spin. One night, I had her strip in my kitchen, bent her over the counter, and spanked her ass red for “disobeying” by wearing a bra. She moaned, dripping wet, begging for more, her cunt clenching around my fingers as I teased her. “Please, fuck me,” she’d whimper, and I’d make her wait, edging her until she was shaking.

In public, she’d play coy, but I’d catch her rubbing against me in the building, whispering, “I’m your whore, Daniel.” Every time I took her—on my couch, against the wall, her ass or her pussy—she gave herself fully, craving the way I owned her.

Soon enough, our dynamic spilled beyond my apartment. At a neighborhood barbecue, Lily showed up in a tight dress, no panties as I’d ordered, her nipples hard through the fabric. She teased me all afternoon, grinding her ass against me when no one was looking, her breath hot as she whispered, “I’m so wet for you.”

I pulled her into the community center bathroom, locked the door, and shoved her to her knees. She sucked me off, gagging on my cock, her eyes watering but eager, swallowing every drop when I came. Later, in a quiet corner of the yard, I slipped my hand under her dress, fingering her soaked pussy while she bit her lip to stay quiet, her thighs trembling. “You’re my slut, aren’t you?” I murmured, and she nodded, gasping, “Always.” That night, back at my place, I fucked her on the balcony, her hands gripping the railing, her moans muffled as I took her ass, knowing anyone could look up and see. She loved it, her body mine to command.

Weeks later, I had Lily folded nearly in half on my bed, her legs held high, knees brushing her ears, my cock buried deep in her tight, dripping cunt. She was moaning, clawing at my back, her pussy clenching with every thrust, when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. The screen lit up—Jake, the guy from the car that night in the parking lot. Lily had told me all about him, how he’d cum in seconds, leaving her wet and frustrated, nothing like the way I owned her, despite her best efforts. He’d been blowing up her phone for weeks, desperate for another shot, but she ignored every call, her body and mind devoted to being my whore. I smirked, slowing my thrusts, and nodded at the phone. “Answer it,” I ordered, voice low, my cock still deep inside her.
She hesitated, eyes wide, but I tightened my grip on her thighs, pushing deeper until she gasped. “Now,” I said. Trembling, she grabbed the phone, swiped to answer, and put it to her ear, her voice shaky as she said, “Hey, Jake.” I didn’t stop, fucking her slow and deliberate, watching her try to keep it together while I claimed her, knowing he would hear the hitch in her breath anytime now.

Lily’s word were clipped, barely holding steady as I picked up the pace, slamming my cock deeper into her soaked cunt. Her legs shook as she moaned, loud and raw, unable to stifle it. The wet slap of my thrusts filled the room, her pussy gripping me like a vice, slick with her arousal and the remnants of her earlier orgasms. Jake’s voice crackled through the phone, hesitant, “Lily? You okay?” I knew he could hear it—the gasps, the rhythmic creak of the bed, her desperate little whimpers as I fucked her harder, my balls slapping against her ass. I grinned, snatching the phone from her hand. “Hey, Jake,” I growled, my voice thick with mockery. “She’s busy getting fucked right. Not like you, cumming in ten seconds and leaving her dripping for a real man.”

Lily writhed beneath me, her nails digging into my arms, her cunt clenching tighter as I degraded him. I angled my hips, hitting that spot deep inside her, making her scream, her body arching off the bed, the nipples hard as pebbles, her face flushed with pleasure and shame. “Daniel, fuck!” she gasped, her voice breaking as I pounded her relentlessly, my cock stretching her wide, her juices coating me, dripping down her thighs.

Jake stammered something, his voice small, humiliated, before the line went dead. I tossed the phone aside, grabbed her hips, and fucked her even harder, my fingers bruising her skin. Her moans turned to screams, her pussy spasming as she came, her whole body shaking, “Daniel! Fuck, Daniel!” Her cum soaked the sheets, her eyes rolling back as she surrendered completely, lost in the pleasure only I could give her. I kept going, chasing my own release, a King enjoying his servant.

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