A Threat and a Handjob

“Hmmmm....I think I know...” Your crazy neighbor tapped at her chin as you sat there still in shock. The shock faded as she grabbed you by the hair, yanking it till you met her eyes. You tried to fight back, but she simply dropped her knee onto your ground, leaning into it until her bulge pressed into your chest through her skinny jeans. You floundered for a second, before discovering the weight lifting off of you as your hands fell limo. Silently, you understood the message. She was stronger than you and would beat you down if you fought back.

“Since you got those hands free, you’re gonna put them to work,” Sandy informed you with glee. You had a pretty good guess how, but that didn’t stop her words from giving you a look of horror. “I want you to jerk me off until I cum. I know you have a lot of experience doing it to yourself...”

“I-I...Sandy...I...” You stammered, trying to process the facts that she was expecting you to do this and had probably watched you masturbating. “I won’t.” You finally say sternly.

“Oh!” Sandy mimed surprise, holding her hand to her face. “Well, if that’s the case, I guess I’ll still have to punish you. Did I ever tell you about my collection of condoms?” Sandy asked walking away. She turned to face you, taking your look of worry and confusion as a sign to continue.

“I guess not,” She said, delighted, hurrying closer snd sitting in your lap, before twisting to face you lovingly. “Every time I look at a picture of you, I can’t help but imagine putting my load in that cute mouth of your’s,” She emphasized with a trace across your lips, a wicked grin suggesting she knew you were connecting the dots, “So I like to save my condoms, tie them up nice and tight, keep them with the picture that got me going. So...if you don’t feel comfortable touching my cock, I guess I can be nice and get you used to its taste...I have a few moneyshots from earlier this week I could feed you,” Sandy’s words were sickeningly sweet as she tried to make forcefeeding you her cum sound like a cute couple’s activity.

“I-I’ll do it,” You manage to whimper as Sandy turns away from you. She glances back, looking expectantly at you. “I’ll...g-give you a h...a handjob,” You manage to say, bile building in your throat.

“Oh goodie!” Sandy exclaims scurrying over to you with all the carefree jubilation of a girl who’d just convinced her boyfriend to buy her a plushie at the fair. She waggled her hips and planted her hands on your shoulders, looking down at you with an eager smile.

After a moment, it became clear she was expecting you to take her pants off. You swallowed hard and began working the zipper, slowly pulling it down to let her cock breath its hot musk over your hands. With the snap of a button, the opening widened. You planted your hands on Sandy’s hips, earning a giggle from her and a rising in your own loins. Sandy was pretty shapely...something you admired even as you worked her pants down to reveal the stretched white panties.

“You really are taking your time Doe, such a good girl~” Sandy commended you, her smile just growing more eager as your shaky hands pinched the waistband of her panties with a level of inexperience that drove her wild. Slowly her panties joined her pants, resting midway down her thighs. The monster was loose. Just watching you already had Sandy at half-mast, the thick bulbous head bouncing around with only a bit of swaging on Sandy’s part.

She wasn’t making it easy, her cock bouncing around like that. It was like a sick twisted game, one where you had to act fast to get a hold of her cock. You closed your eyes tightly and wrapped both hands around the unfamiliar shaft. Maybe you could have imagined it was just your own cock, but Sandy’s shrill noise of pleasure turned that image into something more unpleasant. Eyes still shut, you began to run one hand up and down the shaft, the other resting on her tip. You could feel the heat, you could feel the shaft pulsate in your hands...

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