Emily slowly peeled her tight t-shirt over her head and flung it aside. Her firm D-cup tits—strained against the fabric all day—were still trapped in a low-cut white bra, the innocent lace framing a deep, tempting cleavage. She bent forward, easing her shorts down her hips, giving a teasing glimpse of bare ass before straightening up to reveal the thin white string thong hugging her curves. She turned, shaking out her golden blonde hair until it cascaded freely down her back. She looked sweet, almost angelic.
She moved through the room, flicking off lights until only the bedside spotlight remained, bathing her pale skin in a soft glow. Standing by the bed, she reached back and unclasped her bra. It fell away, her heavy breasts bouncing free as the cool air pebbled her pink nipples into stiff peaks. She hooked her thumbs into the thong, leaning forward so her tits blocked the view, then stood tall to display her smooth, perfectly waxed pussy.
From the bedside drawer she pulled a massive pink gel vibrator and a bottle of lube. She stretched out on the bed, spread her legs wide, and switched on the toy. At first she circled her clit slowly, teasing, then dragged it along her slick folds. Her free hand cupped one breast, lifting it so she could flick her tongue over the hard nipple. Moans escaped her; she bit her lip hard. A generous squirt of lube coated the thick shaft, and she pressed it against her entrance, easing it in inch by inch while holding her thighs up and apart, opening herself completely.
Her face twisted in raw pleasure as the toy stretched and filled her. She cranked the vibrations higher, then activated the thrusting mode. Eyes squeezed shut, mouth gaping, she panted desperately. Her fingers dug into her tit, leaving angry red imprints. Finally the wave crashed—her screams rang out as the brutal orgasm ripped through her, body shaking violently.
Emily’s cries carried through the open window, across the balcony, over the fence, straight into the darkened bedroom of Alejandro next door. He sat in the shadows, fist wrapped tight around his thick 9-inch cock, stroking furiously since the hot blonde had disappeared into her room. His eyes fluttered closed as he groaned, ropes of cum erupting across his stomach. It was only a brief release. When he glanced back, she was lazily licking her juices off the vibrator while her fingers lazily strummed her swollen clit. Fuck, he wanted his tongue buried there instead.
The 38-year-old Spaniard had first noticed Emily a month earlier when she moved into the renovated Seville mansion next door—now split into luxury apartments. Her unit faced his family home’s bedroom wing perfectly. He’d quickly realized the pale English beauty had an insatiable sex drive… and apparently no man to satisfy it. He’d briefly wondered if she preferred women, but dismissed it. A body like that was too filthy, too hungry for pussy alone.
Every night she staged her slow, torturous striptease, and Alejandro was hooked. The last two weeks he’d blown off dates and dinners just to catch the show. He came home early, eyes glued to her windows, waiting for the reveal of that perfect body.
At his age, Alejandro had never married. He’d spent his life fucking whoever he wanted—usually the “unattainable” ones. Seduction was the thrill: target a woman who seemed out of reach, then within days have her on her knees, lips stretched around his fat cock, begging. He loved the control. If he went too long without, he’d show up uninvited at an ex’s place; even the married ones spread for him again, no matter how much they’d hated him for ghosting.
But Emily had consumed him for a full month. To take the edge off, he’d fucked half his old roster on the way to work—yet it only made him crave her more. He’d tried everything: washing his car in tiny shorts (the neighborhood women drooled, but she just smiled politely), bumping into her at the market, the bar, the garden. Always cool, always brief. His balls ached constantly.
The next morning Emily stretched naked, padded to the window, and pushed it wide. She giggled seeing Alejandro climb into his car for work. She knew he wanted her—and that knowledge made her nightly performances electric. Masturbating was hot, but knowing he was jerking his big dick while watching? That was the real rush. Her coworkers had warned her about him—the classic player who fucked and chucked pretty girls left and right.
She’d felt the pull the first time they met. But she refused to be another conquest. They’d fuck eventually—she was sure—but only when she decided. So when she spotted him lurking in his dark room one night, she started the shows. His shadow moving the next night confirmed he was addicted. Now it was routine, and the game turned her on more than she wanted to admit. She wondered how long she could drag it out.
A couple nights later, Emily strolled home from the bus stop clutching a sleek bag from Seville’s top lingerie boutique. Alejandro had just parked as she passed his drive. He stepped out fast, blocking her.
“Good evening,” he said in lightly accented English, eyes dropping to her cleavage and the shop’s name on the bag.
“Good evening,” she replied, letting him look.
“Dinner with me tonight? I’d be honored.”
“Sorry, I can’t.”
“Plans?”
“No, just… things I have to do.”
“Sure they can’t wait? It’s Friday.”
“I wish, but tonight’s no good.”
“Tomorrow then?”
“Can’t tomorrow either. Thanks for asking, though—I really have to run.”
She slipped past, grinning once inside. If only he knew her “plans.” She pulled out the sheer black babydoll she’d bought at lunch—completely see-through, nipples and pussy on full display. Two hours later, wine in hand and an erotic novel open, she stepped onto her balcony in nothing but the filmy fabric. Nipples rock-hard, cunt already dripping, she settled in to read, fingers lazily tracing her wet slit as she sounded out the spicier Spanish passages. The slow build felt delicious.
Next door, Alejandro was losing his mind. Cock throbbing like steel, and she was starting early—in slutty lingerie, fingering herself to porn on the balcony. Enough. Tonight he was taking her, consent be damned after a month of torture.
He stormed over, used his company’s master key knowledge to find her door, and pounded. She opened it—and fuck, the sight stole his breath. The bedroom light made the babydoll transparent, every curve glowing.
He shoved inside, locked the door, slammed her against the wall. One hand pinned her wrists overhead; the other ripped the babydoll away. Naked now, he crushed against her, devouring her mouth. She whimpered protests—he ignored them. His lips dropped to her tits, sucking hard, biting each nipple until she gasped.
He scooped her up, carried her to the bedroom, threw her on the bed. Clothes shed in seconds, his cock sprang free—thick, veined, raging. No more games. He covered her, kissed her brutally, then forced her thighs apart. His fat head nudged her soaked entrance. She was drenched. One savage thrust buried him balls-deep. They both cried out.
She locked her legs around him as he pounded, bed slamming the wall. Her pussy gripped like velvet, sucking him deeper with every stroke. The month’s buildup exploded—he slammed home one last time, roaring as he flooded her, her cunt spasming wildly around him in her own screaming climax.
He pulled out slow, dropped between her legs, and ate her messy pussy—lapping up their mixed cum. She squirted twice more before he was hard again. Flipped her onto hands and knees, fucked her doggy-style, deeper, harder. Another mutual explosion.
She sucked him clean, tasting herself, then climbed on top. Riding him, tits bouncing in his hands, nipples between his teeth—they came again, and again. They fucked until dawn.
Alejandro slipped out at first light, sated. Finally claimed the tease. Not until he was showered and driving to see neglected friends did it hit him: no condom. First time ever. If he was finally getting trapped, might as well be by that tight, insatiable blonde.
Nine months later, little Mateo was born by C-section. His father grilled the doctor relentlessly about when he could fuck his wife again—making the nurses blush and laugh.
