Creepy Neighbour

Shannon, was just about to throw her dirty clothes into the washer when her creepy neighbour Chris, 35, barged into her house, interrupting her. Shannon’s husband was at work and she was all alone.

“Shannon,” Chris started, panting as if he had just run a marathon, “I couldn't wait till that pathetic husband of yours left, I need to fuck you, I have need it for a while!” he exclaimed.

Shannon was caught off guard by Chris’s sudden intrusion and his dirty comment. She was never attracted to Chris and always found him to be creepy. His brown hair was unkempt, and his shirt was stained with what looked like spaghetti sauce.

“Chris, I’m not interested,” Shannon said firmly, trying to hide her annoyance. She didn’t want to encourage Chris’s behaviour.

But Chris didn’t seem to care about Shannon’s rejection. He stepped closer to her, his eyes fixed on her chest. Shannon could feel his hot breath on her face, and she took a step back, trying to put some distance between them.

“Come on, Shannon,” Chris said, his voice low and seductive. “You know you want it. You dress so slutty all the time and I always hear you moaning even with needle dick.”

Shannon’s heart raced as Chris’s words cut through her. She couldn’t believe he was saying such things to her. She wanted to slap him across the face, but she was afraid of what he might do.

Before she could react, Chris grabbed her by the waist and lifted her onto the countertop.

Shannon’s heart pounded in her chest as Chris pushed her legs apart and pulled down her pants.

“Chris, stop!” Shannon cried out, trying to push him away. But Chris was eager he dropped his underwear his already fully erect and leaking precum. He **** himself between her legs and pushed inside her.

Shannon gasped as Chris filled her up. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She had never been with anyone but her husband, and now this creepy neighbour was fucking her on her kitchen counter.

Chris grunted as he thrust into her, his hips slapping against her thighs. Shannon’s pussy clenched around him, and she felt herself getting wetter. She tried to fight it, but she couldn’t help it. She felt herself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Chris’s fingers dug into her hips as he fucked her harder and faster. Shannon’s moans filled the room, mingling with Chris’s grunts. She could feel herself on the edge, and she knew she was about to cum.

“Cum for me, you slutty little whore,” Chris growled, his voice low and menacing. “Cum for me and leave my cum inside your pussy for your husband to find.”

Shannon’s orgasm hit her like a wave, and she cried out as she came. Chris’s cock twitched inside her, and he groaned as he filled her up with his cum.

Chris pulled out of her and adjusted his clothes. Shannon sat on the counter, her legs still spread, as she tried to process what had just happened. She felt violated, used, and dirty.

Chris walked towards the door, but before he left, he turned to Shannon and said, “Don’t forget to leave my cum inside you for your husband to find.”

With that, he left, leaving Shannon alone in her kitchen, her pussy still tingling from the orgasm Chris had given her. She didn’t know what to do. She felt dirty, ashamed, and used. She wanted to wash herself, to clean herself up, but she knew she couldn’t. Chris’s cum was still inside her, and his words rang in her ears "Leave my cum inside you."