Make her nasty.

I focused on Ms. Chung, willing her to stay unconscious. I really didn't know much about my neighbor. She had lived next door less than a year. But as I focused on her mind, I felt like I did know her. It was odd. Not how I pictured mind reading to be. I didn't hear thoughts, but I had a sense of who she was. Maybe I hadn't noticed with Cynthia and Candi because I felt I already knew them.

I got the sense that Susan Chung was divorced and that her marriage had broken up over financial problems and conflicting professional goals. That seemed rather boring, so I changed it. Her husband had left her because of her insatiable sexual appetites and escalating nymphomania and perversion. It was something she had always struggled with. She didn't just crave sex. She wanted nasty, dirty sex. She wanted to shock people by how slutty she could be.

She had seen a therapist about it. He thought it might be her way of rebelling against the ideal image imposed on her as a child by her parents. She decided to test the idea by dressing in a school girl uniform and seducing her therapist. Once doing him in his office wasn't enough to get her off, she started sucking him off in his car and in back allies. Eventually, through a combination of seduction and threats of blackmail, she convinced him to take her home where she seduced his wife and his 18-year old son. Ms. Chung felt really bad when the therapist lost his license over the whole thing, so she had asked her father-in-law to give her a thorough spanking as punishment. Apparently that had been the last straw for Susan's husband.

She had begun selling real estate as an excuse to have access to lots of different people who were in transition points in their lives and open to new experiences. Plus she had access to lots of empty houses and several burly contractors on speed dial. But she quickly found that her appetites made it very easy to close a deal. She was willing to go to much greater lengths than most real estate agents to close a deal. She had once even fucked her client and the sellers agent at the same time. It might not be ethical, but it sure was fun.

I made a few more tweaks to my neighbor's mind, then I slid myself underneath her head and stroked her silky black hair while I brought her back to consciousness.

She blinked awake, confused, then recognized me and gave me an impish grin.

"oops!" she exclaimed. "You found out my secret!"

"You're secret?" I asked.

"My dirty little secret," she nodded, reaching up to stroke my face, then running her hand down my chest. "My dirty, nasty secret. I like to watch. I really, really like to watch."

She laughed deep in her throat.

"But I never liked watching quite so...intensely...as I liked watching you from my window."

"I wouldn't normally fuck Ms. Sorensen up the ass in the backyard," I assured her. "But it's my birthday so it seemed like something special."

Ms. Chung's eyes glittered.

"It's your birthday?" she asked, sitting up. "Which one?"

"18," I told her. "18-years to the day."

"Oh! THAT is a special birthday!" she exclaimed. "A VERY special birthday indeed! I should do something nice for you on such a special birthday!"

"You don't have to," I lied.

"But I WANT to!" she said, then giggled naughtily. "I REALLY, REALLY want to!"

Then she started stroking my cock, which was making a noticeable bulge in my pants at this point.

"But what could I give you?" she asked in mock innocence, then her eyes gleamed in feigned epiphany. "Oh, I know! I could give you head! What 18-year old boy doesn't like head! Can I give you head, Sam? For your birthday? Please say yes! I want THIS between my lips!"

She gave an insistent squeeze to my engorged dick.

"But I just fucked Ms. Sorensen up the ass," I reminded her. "Isn't that kinda nasty?"

Ms. Chung quivered and appeared to have a tiny orgasm.

"Boy, you don't know what nasty is, but Susan Chung's gonna teach you!" she exclaimed.

Then she ripped her blouse off, buttons flying, and emphatically knelt before me, going to work on my fly.

"Give me that cock and I'll show you nasty!" she proclaimed, her eyes on fire.

"Well, it is my birthday," I said with false reservations and helped in the process of freeing my dick.

"Happy fucking birthday, baby!" she exclaimed, and then gobbled up my cock.

Unlike Ms. Sorensen's mindless, obsessive cocksucking that morning, there was a definite mind behind this blowjob. And her primary purpose wasn't an urgent need to make me cum. It was rather a desire to show me just how nasty she really was. She took me into her throat with a predatory snarl. Her tongue probed and prodded aggressively.

After a minute or two of me staring with a stupid grin on my face, she pulled up and looked at me fiercely, my balls between her fingers.

"Call me slut!" she demanded. "Call me whore!"

And then I was back between her lips and she started taking long, vigorous draws along my shaft as she fondled my balls.

"Oh you're a slut, Susan," I assured her. "A nasty, dirty whore!"

"Unnngh!" she exclaimed with relish and somehow managed to get into blowing me even more.

"Oh that's right!" I said. "You're a cock-sucking cunt-face! That's what your mouth is for, isn't it you nasty little whore! It's just another hole for my cock!

"Mmmm!" she agreed, tugging at my balls. "MMMMMNgh!"

She pushed me deeper and deeper down her throat, gagging a little but determined to keep going.

I continued to call her a depraved twat and a nasty nympho and she proceeded to do everything she could to earn the titles. At last, it was more than I could take.

"Oh god, slut, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum..." I told her.

She jerked back.

"Cum in my face, damn it!" she demanded. "Cum in my nasty fucking face!"

I couldn't really say no to an invitation like that. I exploded and ropes of spunk artlessly draped themselves across her face as she quivered with ecstasy. She was still cuming long after my dick had sunk to half-mast.

"God, Susan, you ARE fucking nasty," I observed.

"You're fucking right I am!" she said, dripping proudly on her knees.

"Are you up for something even nastier?" I asked.

"Oh FUCK yes!" she exclaimed.

I grinned. It was time to wake up Ms. Sorensen.