Dalia 3: Return of the Neighbor

We continue the story of Dalia, a 19 year old college student at home for the summer after her first year. Dalia is an athletic, flexible, insatiably horny girl who stands 5'2 and weighs 110 lbs. She has curly shoulder length brown hair, green eyes, and freckles. Dalia has perky, bouncy D cup tits and perfect round bubble butt. Previously in our story, Dalia has introduced herself to her nasty next door neighbor, Mr. Martin, and visited a local bar to fuck her old teacher, Mr. Carslyle.

This chapter is dedicated to the anonymous commenter who left a note on the first chapter.

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Dalia was standing in her room wearing only her brand new lime green thong, and looking at her own ass in a full length mirror. She reached back and squeezed herself, giving her butt a smack to watch it jiggle. She had spent a couple hours that morning in the gym and was pleased with what she was seeing. She had gained a few pounds in college, sure, but it seemed like it had all gone right to her ass. She hopped up a few times, twerking it.

Dalia squeezed her tits, tugging on her nipples as she walked back towards her bed, wondering what to do tonight. She didn't want to spend another night inside, she was so bored. She thought about visiting the bar. She imagined it full of customers this time. She imagined herself dancing up on that stage in front of a real crowd. Guys throwing her money, cheering for her. Mmm.. she liked that thought.

Dalia wandered over to her window, the one facing Mr. Martin's house. She loved walking around her room naked with the lights on, just imagining that he was watching her. Just thinking about it was making her wet. She looked at his house, wondering if she should get one of her toys out, the purple one maybe?

Then, suddenly, a light flicked on in his front window. The lamp! The signal that he wanted her to come over!

Dalia was so excited she felt lightheaded, she quickly grabbed a long tshirt and pulled it on, looking at her hair in the mirror. She wondered if she should get dressed up for him at all, but, fuck! she couldn't wait any longer! Then she was slipping out the backdoor and eve gelen escort cutting across the yard to Mr. Martin's place. She found his front door open, and let herself in.

The house was dark, lit mostly by a flickering from the TV. Dalia could hear moaning, slapping, the sounds of sex.

"Hello Daddy? I saw your light. Your door was open, I hope you don't mind that I let myself in."

Mr. Martin was sitting at one end of his sofa, an empty beer can on the table next to him. His eyes were on the TV, where a porn star Dalia instantly recognized as Sasha Grey was getting fucked in the ass. Mr Martin had his cock out in his lap. He was stroking it slowly as he turned to look at Dalia. He grinned.

"Hey babydoll."

"Hi Daddy."

Dalia bit her lip as Mr. Martin looked her over, he seemed a little drunk, leaning back on the couch like that. He was stroking his fuck stick slowly, and her eyes stayed on it a long time. She heard herself whimper.

Mr. Martin laughed, "Feeding time, princess." He stood, turning to face her, his open bathrobe hanging at his sides.

Dalia smiled and walked towards him, sinking to her knees in front of him and reaching up. She took his cock in one hand and started to stroke. He placed his heavy hand on top of her head. Her pussy was so wet it felt like it was on fire. She jerked him off and grinned up at him while he smirked down at her.

"You came quick, horny little slut, aren't you?"

Dalia nodded and rubbed hsi cock against her cheeks, "Yes Daddy. I thought about you every day."

Mr. Martin glared down at her and spit on her face. She gasped, feeling his spit running down her cheek.

"Get to work, girl."

Dalia had to strain to wrap her lips around his dick, her tongue flicking at the bottom of his hard shaft. It tasted like sweat.. just like she remembered. The smell alone had her soaking through her thong.

Mr. Martin groaned and leaned his head back. He reached down with one massive hand and grabbed a handful of her hair. He gripped firmly and pumped his hips, his gaziosmanpaşa escort cock thrusting deep down her throat and then back out, over and over.

Dalia choked. She could feel drool dripping down her chin, staining her shirt. She opened as wide as she could and tried to relax her throat, letting him take her. Letting him throat fuck her like a dirty little whore. She couldn't help it, she reached down and yanked up on her shirt, rubbing her wet pussy hard while he fucked her face. Moaning around a mouthful of stiff cock.

He gripped her hair hard and tugged up. She opened her eyes and looked into his sneer helplessly as he rocked forward over and over, fucking her throat hard and deep, could she take it? She wasn't sure. She closed her eyes again and he yanked her head off his fat sloppy cock. He shoved her back onto the floor and stood over her.

Dalia scrambled onto her back, catching her breath. Her face was smeared with drool and she could feel that her shirt was too. Mr. Martin leaned over her and spit on her again.

"Get that fucking shirt off!"

He reached down and roughly pulled the shirt up and over her head. He stood back a moment and admired her as she scrambled on the floor in just her thong.

Then with a sudden movement he leaned over again and grabbed the thong, yanking it to the side until it was ripped off of her.

He pushed her on her back and pinned her down, straddling her chest. He smeared her pretty face with his obscene sloppy wet cock while his balls pressed against her mouth. She opened, tasting them, flicking her tongue on them as he pushed down against her head.

Then, his hand was in her hair again and he was fucking her mouth while he sat on her chest. From this angle he couldn't get it all down her throat but he was trying, his cock shoved up against her throat and made her gag loudly with every thrust.

Dalia had to struggle to hold herself up. All she could see when she opened her eyes was Mr Martin's body on top of hers, dominating her.

Just when Dalia felt like she might gölbaşı escort puke he stopped, and tugged his cock out again, slapped it against her cheeks and toyed with her.

"you like that don't you?"

"yes Daddy I do"

"I know you love it so much."

"Yes Daddy give me more! please!"

Mr. Martin reached back and shoved her legs apart with one hand, finding her pussy with his big meaty fingers and rubbing it hard. Dalia screamed, feeling electricity shooting through her body.

"Daddy's little whore!"

"Yes Daddy!"

He shoved a finger into her tight little box and wiggled it. Dalia screamed again, about to cum on his hand, she was so close.

And just as she let it go he yanked his finger out and started to slap her pussy. whipping his fingers against it with little taps, slap! slap! slap!

"Ohhhh fuck!!" Dalia squirmed underneath him, squeezing her legs together and then spreading them, digging her nails into his thighs as she came so hard that she saw stars.

Mr. Martin grinned some more, slapping her pussy until she couldn't take it, moaning, "please Daddy, please!"

Only then did he stop. He wiped his sloppy fingers all over her mouth and pinned her hair down with one fist while he jerked his cock off just over her face with the other.

"Ready for your reward princess? Open wide and say ahhh."

Dalia did as she was told, eagerly awaiting her prize, that hot sticky cum that came gushing out of his cock like a fire hose, spraying all over her lips and tongue, forehead, cheeks, coating her face. She couldn't believe how much there was.

He groaned as he came and came all over her face, smearing his dick against her lips when he was done while she blowed little bubbles with his cum and grinned happily up at him, her head spinning.

"Thank you Daddy."

Mr. Martin kissed his fingers and then lightly tapped her cheek.

"Good girl, now get back home before someone misses you."

In a daze, she got up and looked around, finding her t-shirt, hopelessly messy on the floor and pulling it back over her body. She found her thong, ripped in half and decided not to bother.

Mr. Martin walked her to the door and slapped her ass hard as she walked out, closing and locking it behind her. As Dalia walked back to her house, her knees wobbling, she heard a car roll past, and looked up as the headlights raked her body, cum still dripping from her chin, a mess. She smiled and waved and the car moved on.