The Visitor - Part Two

“Can Daddy give you a present?”

The sounds of Nicola's high-pitched giggles, coupled with smatterings of kisses wafted in from the neighboring room. “He sure can.”

The man’s grunt seemed to boom across the apartment, reverberating inside William’s ears as he was quickly beginning to understand the severity of his current situation. There was no hope of sneaking out of the apartment; his bedroom door wailed like a banshee every time it swung open; Nicola and her playmate would hear him.

“Oh, yes, daddy, please, please, I’ve been waiting for it for so long!” His beautiful roommate’s normally serene voice now seemed three octaves higher as she played along, her words staggered by quick, lusting breaths.

“Yeah, you like the big treat I got you?” The sounds of an insistent sucking on flesh, interrupted only by deep, sucking breaths, and overlayed by a groan so deep it seemed to reverberate around William’s skull, leaving little doubt in his mind as to what kind of treat Nicola had been given.

Nicola seemed to moan with ecstasy in response, as if her soft mouth was a sex organ.

Panic rose in his chest, making it feel as if his ribcage was going to burst upwards and out of his shaking flesh as he desperately tried to work out an escape. Simultaneously, the image of Nicola, kneeling on the ground, a massive cock between her pink lips, made him hot with a lust that seemed on the verge of overcoming him like waves dragging him underwater. He could feel his groin stirring as the soft squelching noises drifted from next door, begging him to free himself, to let carnal instincts take control.

There was no way out. They would hear him if he attempted to leave, so he had to stay.

Trembling with a mixture of stress and concupiscence, he remained paralyzed at his small desk, helplessly listening as the most stunning woman he had ever met gave the blowjob of a lifetime. He resisted the temptation to play with himself, but was unwillingly to put on some headphones to drown out the sounds either; for twenty minutes, William’s whole world was centered on bitterly imagining what it was like in the bedroom over, to have Nicola kneeling in front of him…

Suddenly, the sucking noises stopped. He breathed a soft sigh of relief, the stress lifted finally by the pause, although the feeling was short-lived. A loud smack against the dividing wall between the two rooms caused William to fall over from his swivel chair in a failed attempt to leap to his feet. For a half-second, he was certain some chiseled rock imitating a man was about to tear a hole through the thin wall and beat him senseless for daring to listen in on their copulation. Then another sound came, and he realized that the reality was so much worse.

“Yes, yes fuck me, oh!!!”

Nicola begged her lover, her every word accentuated by her being thrusted against the plaster barrier causing her headboard to hit the wall with a loud reverberation. In his mind, William could see her, she was on her hands and knees, gasping with indescribable ecstasy as her body was swung backwards and forwards against the stranger’s massive shaft like a pendulum. The tight pink shirt she had worn earlier was discarded on the ground; the matching little shorts draped around the ankles of her shaking legs. Her long brunette hair sometimes caught in her gaping mouth, although she paid it no mind.

He **** down the urges to touch himself, almost disgusted by how his body was reacting to the sexual symphony flowing from the next room over. Instead, he merely continued sitting at his desk, vainly trying to take in every note of a bittersweet experience that would surely change his life. He couldn’t tell whether the sex going on next door was so loud that everyone in the building could hear it, or that he was so focused on it that nothing else could grab his attention.

The animalistic sex seemed to go on and on, any verbal communication between Nicola and the stranger abandoned in the throes of their coupling. Nicola screamed with abandon in her euphoria, seemingly uncaring that their neighbors would surely hear her. The man for whom William would trade the world to switch places, began to gasp in shorter and shorter intervals, until with one mighty roar, and a jubilatory cry from Nicola, the last of the crashes against the wall sounded, and silence reigned.

Quivering with emotion, William slowly looked down at his pants, his crotch sticky with an unmistakable substance as his brain struggled to comprehend what had just happened.