Meeting the neighbors

The next few days, you settle into an incredible new routine.

Wake up in your King bed to a blowjob from Steffie while you eat the breakfast she made you. Isabela joins you in the shower for a rough fuck while Steffie lays out your clothes and makes the bed. You dry off and give Steffie your dinner order. Then you get in the car and either you drive while Isabela gives you road head, or she drives while you take a nap in the back seat and recharge. You step out of the car directly in front of the door and Isabela parks and waits for you. You get to your desk and find out what work Veronica has done that needs your signature. Then you and Veronica do everything you can think of to make the entire HR department resign in disgust until lunch time, when you text Isabela to pick you up in front. You get in the car and head to Trish and Tammy's for a teenage bimbo twins three-way, collect your money, get in some vindictive humiliation with what used to be your bitch ex and the asshole she cheated on your with, and then go back to your place for a home-cooked meal and some race-based degradation of your Japanese maid and your Latina driver.

Life is perfect.

Then one morning as you're heading downstairs to meet Isabela in the car, Ms Brooks catches you in the hallway. She's wearing a silk robe open over a sexy green teddy with matching panties, her makeup done flawlessly and not a hair out of place, perched atop three inch heels.

"Hey, Mister Mark. If you wanted to fuck me tonight, I won't be available from six to six-thirty. I finally rented 4B and they're coming over to sign the lease. But don't worry, this pussy will be ready for you before the ink dries."

"Sure, Miss Brooks," you say. "Yeah, maybe I'll swing by after dinner and give you some dick."

"Oh, goody!" she says, jiggling her tits with joy.

You take a step closer to her and wrap your arm around her waist and pull her in for a deep tongue-swirling kiss. Your other hand gropes her fat tits and she moans into your mouth.

"canipleasesuckyourcockrightnowpleasesir?" she whispers breathlessly when you break the kiss. Her green-painted nails brush over the bulge in your pants.

"I told you that I decide when we fuck and I decide when you suck my cock. You don't get to decide."

"I know... but I just... I want it. Please?" she bats her big emerald eyes at you.

You make a show of checking your watch and sighing. You can't just let her get away with beding the rules.

"Fine, I guess. You've been good."

Miss Brooks doesn't even pull you into her apartment. She drops to her knees right there in the doorway and starts unbuckling your belt.

"Wow, you _really_ want this, huh?" you ask as she finishes pulling down your zipper.

"Yes, sir. Ohmygod, yes, yes, yes, yes. I want this big dick in my mouth so bad. It's all I've been able to think about for a week!" she pulls down the waistband of your boxers and your swelling erection springs up to bob in front of her watering mouth.

"Ohhhh, fuck yessssssss!" she moans, and then your ten-inch monster disappears down her throat. Her hands grab your hips and she pulls you closer, until her head is trapped between your pelvic bone and the doorframe and your cock is buried completely inside her esophagus. With her mouth fully impaled by your enhanced dick, she begins swallowing over and over, using her throat muscles to massage the length of your cock without moving her face. She stares up at you, using her eyes to say _This is what my mouth is for. Your cock belongs here, deep inside my throat. Anytime. Always._

With every swallow, you feel your orgasm approaching. You try to back out a little to slow things down, but she uses her iron grip on your hips to keep your dick deep in her throat. You may get to decide when she sucks your cock, but she gets to decide how she does it.

Your eyes roll back in your head as your balls explode, pumping hot ropes straight down her gullet. She doesn't flinch, doesn't blink, she just keeps her steady rhythm of swallows until every last wriggling sperm is safely in her stomach. Only when your cock has fully deflated does she let it slowly slip out from between her plump red lips. She gently kisses it and takes a long lick from the bottom of your balls to the tip, before she fixes your underwear and pulls your pants back up.

Buckling your belt for you, she smiles.

"Thanks, Mark. You're just my absolute _favorite_ tenant ever!"

Fuck. You need a nap. Definitely going to let Isabela drive today.

A few days later, you are woken up not in your usual manner. There is no hot mouth wrapped around your cock. There is no wet tongue slathering your balls. There isn't even coffee and a muffin on the bed table. What the fuck? Instead of the usual morning routine, you were roused by loud scraping and sliding coming from upstairs.

You sit up and look at the clock. 7:29. While you watch, it clicks over to 7:30 and the door softly opens as though on queue. Steffie shuffles in silently carrying a tray coffee, eggs, and toast and wearing a version of a slutty maid uniform. She stops guiltily in her tracks when she sees you're already awake.

"Ohhh... you are already awake! I am so sorry, Master Ma-ku. Please, lay back. Let me service your perfect penis with my mouth. I made an omelet."

She hurries to put the tray on the bed table, and then dives between your legs. She starts to lick and suck, but all the banging and shuffling from upstairs is distracting you.

"God dammit, Steffie. Get off me, slut. Get your sloppy mouth off my dick. You dumb cunt, can't you see you already fucked up? You didn't wake me up with breakfast and a blowjob. I was already awake and then you walk in here late and you think I'm going to let you suck my cock? You're lucky I don't pack you in a shipping crate and send you back to Japan."

Tears well up in her narrow eyes.

"I have dishonored you, Master. Please, forgive this lowly ****."

You sit up and slap her sharply across the face.

"Don't be late again, bitch. That lazy throat of yours is my alarm clock. I want it wrapped around my dick TO WAKE ME UP, you stupid cow. Get out of my room. Go fucking clean something."

Fully crying now, Steffie slinks off to clean.

"Isabela!" you shout.

"Yes sir!" she replies, standing naked at attention at the door to your room, her large brown nipples proudly on display. "Is it time for our shower?"

"No, it's not time for our shower. Steffie didn't suck me awake and my whole morning is out of whack. What the fuck is going on upstairs?"

"I assessed the perimeter, sir. New neighbors are moving in upstairs. A family, sir. The Winstons. David, 45, auto sales. Alice, 42, jewelry designer. Katharine, 18, high school senior.

"Why the fuck are they doing it so early?"

"I don't know, sir. I'm sorry Steffie dropped the ball this morning, sir. Would you like me to suck your cock?"

"No, fuck it. Just find me a pair of pants. I'm going up to meet the neighbors."

A few minutes later, you're standing outside the door of 4B watching moving men carry boxes and furniture up the stairs. _How the fuck can three people have this much stuff?_

Peeking through the open door, you see a skinny bottle-blonde with big crow's feet and huge fake tits directing the movers. This must be Alice.

"Careful with that, you fucking wetback! That lamp is worth more than your whole casa!" It wasn't. You have the same lamp. $9 at Target.

"Mom! Don't talk to him like that!" came a rebuke from a much skinnier bottle-blonde with much more reasonable proportions.

"Shut it, Katie. You have to learn you can't give these people an inch, or before you know it they're taking over the whole country!"

The mover put down the lamp and made his escape. When he passed you at the door, you shrugged at him and he grimaced back.

"You there!" shrieks Alice, pointing at you. "Move that chair over by the window!"

"What?" you respond.

"Oh, Lord, does this moving company not hire anyone who speaks English?" She slowed her speech and increased her volume. "THE CHAIR. CHAIR? TO THE WINDOW? WIN-DOW!"

"Uhh... I'm not with the movers. I'm your neighbor from 3B. Mark." You step into the apartment and stick your hand towards Alice. She recoils slightly.

"Yes. Hello. Alice."

Katie smiles warmly and shakes your hand. "Hi! I'm Katie."

"Nice to meet you both. Uh, welcome to the building."

Just then, a heavy hand drops down onto your shoulder.

"Hey, go grab a box! I'm not paying you to slobber all over my daughter!"

The hand spins you around to bring you face to face with what can only be described as a meathead. He stood a full head taller than you, fat and muscular. He was built like a refrigerator. _He probably played football in high school._

"Move," he pokes a sausage finger into the middle of your chest.

"He's not a mover, babe. He's the neighbor," says Alice.

"His name is Mark, Daddy," Katie chirps.

"Oh, well, hey there, Mark. Name's Dave Winston. You stop by to bring a housewarming gift?"

"No, I just wanted to see what all the noise was at 7:30 in the morning," you say. "Woke me up."

"Unemployed, huh? Don't worry about it, Mike. You'll get back on your feet. In the meantime, though, keep your hands off my daughter, huh."

"Mark."

"Mark what?"

"My name."

"His name is Mark, Daddy," says Katie again.

"Whatever his name is. Thanks for stopping by, Mark. Next time, bring a gift, will ya?"