For your goth neighbor Beth, in unit 3B

"We going inside?" Kristi looks at the door to 4B. You remember that sometimes, she does know stuff. Like how this is your apartment.

"Nah, I don't even have my keys anyway! We're going downstairs to meet my neighbor!"

The angel who flew you here chimes in with her musical voice, "You have need of no key, eternal David, for this is the realm of Nevarth."

"You could have said that with less words," you tell her, your animal brain upset at having been taught something obvious. "Suck my dick."

She smiles and obeys, gliding to her knees and swallowing your knob. "MMMMMmmmmmmmmmm" she moans as she sucks you off, the vibrations of her angelic sex hum rippling over your dick, stimulating various spots all over your penis in ways the more expensive condoms had always promised, but never could deliver on.

"You should know, you dirty angel slut, that your mouth is for ... ahhhhh ... for sucking my cock, not for lecturing...oooooo yeahh" She nods, still on your dick, selflessly accepting your bullshit.

You stand in the hall for a minute, and let her go at it. Beth either lives here or not, and there's no reason to rush to find out. When you hear an apartment door shut behind you, you ignore it, because the angel is swiveling her whole head around your dick like she's buffing a long, tall bowling ball, but also because the sound came from above, and that's not where Beth lives, so it's not Beth, so who gives a fuck who it is?

"Hey neighbor, you get waylaid on the trek to the mailbox?" It's Beth's voice. You freeze, and the angel does too, attached to your crotch at the mouth and far more in tune to the whisperings of your desires than even you yourself are. You strain your neck to look over your shoulder, and you see your neighbor Beth, who lives one floor below you, carrying a basket full of dirty laundry down to the machines in the basement, from the floor above you...wait what floor above you?

On Earth, you have apartment 4B in a 4 story building. There is no stairwell beyond your door. There is no Beth above you. Who is this, then? Beth has no twin, no stunt double, clones aren't real, right? You stare at her like she's from another world, but she just raises her eyebrows like 'what?' and keeps descending the stairs to the laundry room.

Of course even the most **** dullard will eventually come to expect the unexpected in the Blowjob Universe. For now, however, your cock throbs in the mouth of the curviest, sexiest creature you've seen since the nearly identical one who sucked you off just minutes ago. Your happily **** sex **** is waiting patiently and your uppity goth neighbor says hi and jokes with you in the hall like everything is peachy. You stand stupefied with your pants at your ankles, and the thing that weirds you out about all of it is an unexpected expansion of some architecture.

You're the only idiot with a boner in the whole building, though, so you don't have to worry about any competition, no matter how big the building is. Wait, is that true? Beth had a boyfriend at some point, you remember. You used to see him coming and going when you let the pizza guy in or when your landlord made you take out your trash that one time.

Kristi said no other men would be in your Blowjob Universe, unless you wanted them there. You remember that, but what does that mean, 'unless you want them'? Why would you want them? If Beth's stupid nerd of a boyfriend is here in Nevarth, maybe you should be hurrying.

The angel woman moans on your cock again, "mmmnnnnnnnnnngggggggmmmmmmmm" and your load starts pumping up from your Nevarth-swollen balls. As you ready yourself for a blast of cum, you lift the angel by her tits and pivot to the left, to face the wall of the stairwell by your door. The angel does most of this, of course, with a smooth, graceful flap of her wings, at the slightest hint of a tug from you, but you still feel in charge. Happy with the angle of the angel, you let loose your jizz, blasting her off of your dick and splaying her out on the wall by the window you flew in through, upside down. Her limbs are plastered in a wide stretched display of her naked body, her whole frame stuck to the wall and suspended in the massive sticky gobs of jism you launched her there with.

"That stuff holds better than duct tape!" exclaims Kristi, completing her entire thought for once instead of being interrupted by your cockslap ****, and you smile at the compliment.

"Keep the meter running, whore!" you shout at the angel, and head down the stairs to the third floor, pulling Kristi by the wrist behind you.