by Miley Milque
Copyright 2017 by Miley Milque
All Rights Reserved
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Cover models are used for illustrative purposes only.
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real individuals is purely coincidental. The following content is intended for mature audiences. All characters are consenting, legal aged adults.
CONTENTS
Story One
Story Two
Story Three
Story Four
Story Five
Story Six
Story Seven
Story Eight
Story Nine
Story Ten
Story Eleven
Story Twelve
Story Thirteen
Story Fourteen
Story Fifteen
Story Sixteen
Story Seventeen
Story Eighteen
No Protection
I wrap my arms around my neighbor's sunken shoulders and hold him there in a tight embrace as he weeps into his hands, still sulking over the fact his wife left him for another man.
She just up and left without so much as a goodbye just last month, and Mr. Miller has been lost in a state of depression since. I have done my very best to comfort him, to let him know I'm still here for him and that I care about him.
Mr. Miller has done so much for me over the years since we moved in next door. Personally, I never really gave a shit about his wife. She’s been cheating on her husband for as long as I can remember, but I’ve never had the heart to tell him.
I am eternally grateful for him, and I am determined to stay by his side during this difficult period. I would do absolutely anything just to make him feel happy again.
I would even give him my body, if he weren’t still so emotionally attached to his wife.
I am nineteen years old now, and I know that I could please him the same way his wife used to. I may still be a virgin, but that doesn't mean I don't know how to make a man feel good.
I know how to work a man's cock in just the right way to milk every ounce of cum from it. And for Mr. Miller, I would show him everything I've learned on the Internet.
I know just how I could give him the wettest, sloppiest blowjob of his life. I could probably slurp his entire cock down my naughty little throat without gagging.
Then I'd lick the cum off my face like a good little whore after he shoots his pent up load all over it.
I bet Mr. Miller hasn't even masturbated once since his wife left. And I would swallow every last drop of that massive load in delight, never satisfied until I see Mr. Miller smiling again.
Even if he wanted to get inside my ass, I'd let him. Nothing would make me happier than to make Mr. Miller cum in any whole he chooses.
Hell, I would let him cum inside my tight little virgin pussy if I could see the look on his face afterward. To see a face that has put that bitch wife out of his mind, even if just for a little while.
But if he did ejaculate inside my vagina, there's a good chance he would get me pregnant. I haven't had a reason to go on the pill yet, or any other form of birth control.
But if Mr. Miller wanted to finish inside me, I would definitely let him. I would even risk getting knocked up just to make him happy again.
And I think that if he ever got inside me and felt the warmth and tightness of my wet virgin walls squeezing the length of his stiff dick, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Mr. Miller has never been that great with self-control.
In fact, he was still recovering from a gambling addiction when his wife left. It was probably the reason she told herself when she ran out on us, that he's just a deadbeat loser.
Whatever she had to tell herself to make her feel better. Deep down that cheating bitch knows she was just looking for an excuse to get rammed her younger co-worker.
But he hasn't stepped foot inside that Indian casino down the street since. That's how I know her leaving him has really torn him apart. Come to think of it, he has hardly left the house at all.
I would be really nervous about having to give birth at such a young age, but I would do it just for him. If Mr. Miller wanted to put a baby in me, then I would suffer through that pain.
I may never be able to replace what his wife meant to him, but I could still fuck his brains out better than she ever did. My body is his forever, if only he would ask for it.
I massage around Mr. Miller’s tense neck and watch his long dark hair fall in his face as his head slumps into his chest. He is trying hard to fight back more tears. I can tell he really hates looking so helpless in front of me.
For most of my life he has been the confident, responsible father figure, at least up until he lost his way with the whole gambling thing. But now he just can't hold it together anymore. It's the first time I have ever seen him cry.
"Maybe--maybe you should lie down..." I say. He gives a slow nod and falls backward onto the soft, springy mattress of his bed. His arms cover his face and he begins to sob some more.
"I--I just loved her so much, Beth." It's been a whole month now, and Mr. Miller is still a complete wreck. I've been wondering just how long he is going to be like this.
"I know Mr. Miller, I know..." I pat him gently on the stomach. He wipes an arm across his face, sniffling. He looks up at me through soggy red eyes and tries to force a smile. "Hey! That's the first time I've seen you smile since!" I say, pretending I don't know it's a fake one.
"I hate that you have to see me like this," he says. "You must think I'm pathetic." I shake my head at him.
"I just want to see you happy again, Mr. Miller..." His fake smile goes wider--it almost looks like it could be real. I beam at him and say, "Yay! I would do anything to keep that smile on your face." He grabs a tissue from the box lying next to him and blows into it.
My hand moves across his stomach toward his crotch. When my fingers reach the hem of his shirt, I lift it just above his abdomen.
Mr. Miller has always managed to keep himself toned and in shape. In fact, the only thing he has been doing other than moping for the last month is his excessive weight lifting. He said it helps take his mind off of everything, but it is almost becoming obsessive.
But if it keeps him out of that card room, I'm not going to say anything. Besides, doing all those crunches has made him look hot as ever.
I run two fingers along his tight six-pack and dance around his belly button. Then I bend over and press my soft lips of crimson lipstick against his navel.
"Beth--what're you--" He starts to say, then can't help but burst into laughter when he feels me blowing hard on his belly. My wet lips vibrate and tickle him and, at last, a real smile spreads across his face.
"Haha! Beth! That's not fair!"
"But I got you laughing, didn't I?" He grabs a pillow and tosses it at my head. I dodge and give him a playful smirk.
"Missed me!" I say, giggling. He laughs some more and sits up on the bed. He sighs and tells me,
"You always know how to make me feel better..." But I know how to make him feel a lot better.
"I've been thinking..." I start to say. I pause a moment, wondering if I should follow through and take this opportunity to get Mr. Miller to fuck me. He cocks his head and stares at me through those pitiful eyes.
I just want him to finally move on. I want him to see that I can be everything for him that stupid whore was, and more.
"I know a way to make you forget about your wife. To move on and be happy again." He’s looking perplexed.
"What are you talking about? I don't want to forget her..."
"But you're so miserable all t
he time now! I can take away the pain for you. I don't want you to suffer anymore, Mr. Miller..." I place a hand lightly on one leg of his black jeans. My pink manicured nails dip between his thighs and make their way toward his crotch with a graceful confidence.
"Did you know I'm still a virgin, Mr. Miller?" He squints hard and shakes his head. My question has him totally stunned.
"Beth, what the hell? I don't want to--"
"I want you..." I interrupt, leaning in close enough to whisper in his ear. "I want you inside me." Mr. Miller’s whole body goes tense. His eyes study me, wondering what kind of game I'm playing at.
"I want you to fuck me, Mr. Miller. And I'll even let you cum inside me." I plant kisses along his neck and feel the tiny hairs of his neck stand on end. I rest a palm on his cheek and try to turn him toward me, but his neck is totally stiff, refusing to budge.
So I make a bold move by putting my face in front of his and go in for a kiss on the lips.
He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me away. His grip is tight and fierce as he shakes me, saying,
"You know this isn't right!" His expression is stern and the tone of his voice commanding. It's the sort of look he used to give me as a kid whenever I'd been disobedient. Only this time it feels good to be naughty.
"I bet I could deepthroat your entire cock." His eyes go wide and his jaw drops slightly in utter disbelief. "It's true. My friend Katie taught me how." My hand clutches the crotch of his jeans.
I feel around until I have a hold of his balls and shaft. "Oh, yeah. You're pretty big, but I think I could get it all down..." My tongue circles the edge of my mouth, leaving a wet sheen of saliva around my lips as I lean in for another kiss.
Our lips connect and my tongue dives between his parted lips. I swirl it around in his mouth then nibble on his bottom lip. My eyelids drop as I make out passionately with Mr. Miller’s mouth.
He's still frozen in place, staring at me like a deer in the headlights.
I reach around the back of his head to hold him in the kiss while I work a deft hand to unzip his jeans. I press my palm against his abdomen and slip my fingers down the front of his briefs. When my fingers wrap around his engorged shaft, I say,
"I think he likes it..." I tug on his bottom lip with my teeth and stretch it playfully. Then I open my eyes again and his lip snaps back when I release it.
"But--Beth, it wouldn’t be right if I let you..." I press an index finger on his mouth to silence him.
"Shhh... Just relax, Mr. Miller. You've earned this." I get off the bed to kneel down in front of him. "No one will ever have to know except you and me." I spread his legs apart and get my face down near his crotch.
I grab hold of the waist of his jeans and briefs and tug down hard. To my surprise, he lifts his legs out straight to help me get them off and I can't help but smirk. Mr. Miller is going to let this happen.
His erect cock springs out from his underwear and I gasp.
"Oh, my!" I trace the tip of my finger along the length of his shaft, admiring the magnificent size. "It's even bigger than I thought! I really hope I can get it all down my throat."
I wrap my fingers around it and begin to stroke up and down. "You might have to help me..." I spit into my hand to lubricate it a bit and continue stroking some more. Mr. Miller moans and his eyes roll back.
"Beth! I really don't think--" But he shuts up when he feels my tongue curling around his stiff dick. I wrap it around his girth and slide it along the shaft, enjoying the tickle of thick veins rolling against the flat of my tongue.
A thick drop of saliva drools form my mouth and dribbles down to his ball sac. I lap at the neck of his cock and swirl around the head. Then I sit up slightly to get my mouth over it, being careful to protect him from my teeth.
I seal my lips around his dick and start sucking.
"Oh, fuck!" He moans. But I'm just getting started. Considering how long it's been since he shot his load, Mr. Miller is going to have to use every ounce of willpower to stop himself from cumming too soon. I want him to enjoy this. I lift my mouth off his cock for a moment to tell him,
"Now don't cum in my mouth. I want you inside me for that." I wait for a nod of acknowledgement, but he just continues staring blankly. I shrug, then plunge his cock back into my mouth anyway.
I push down hard, slipping my wet lips along his cock and thrusting it deep into the back of my throat.
I fight the urge to retch when his dick enters into my esophagus, but I insist on forcing it deeper. He grips the top of my blond hair and moans load and long.
He pulls my hair hard enough to make me wince, but I ignore the pain and focus on getting the whole of his cock down.
I choke and slurp and suck on Mr. Miller’s dick, gulping it down as best I can. My eyes begin to water as the depths of my throat close around his cock and my airway is blocked.
Viscous globs of saliva and mucous shoot from my nostrils and splatter on his abs. Then I gag hard, and more of the stuff drizzles out from my nose and lips, drenching his pubes.
I focus my concentration on his toned abs, determined to touch my nose to them. I squint hard and open my throat again, attempting to swallow every inch of him while trying to ignore the pain.
He tugs hard on my scalp, groaning as his hips jerk forward to thrust himself deeper. I would scream out loud if I could breathe. He pulls me down by my hair farther onto his cock, and I'm but a centimeter from touching my nose to him now.
I put a hand on top of his and apply a little downward pressure to let him know it's okay to push me the rest of the way.
Dark mascara is running all down my face and rolling over my cheeks. I know I must look ridiculous, but if this is what it takes to make Mr. Miller feel good, then I'll willingly be his little whore.
With one final shove from behind, I make it all the way down. My bottom lip stretches tightly across his balls and the very tip of my nose grazes his pubis.
"Ungh!" He yells. I'm desperate for air now, but I'm proud of myself for proving I could do it. I slobber and suck all along his cock as spurts of saliva jet from my lips and coat his balls.
Then I moan and vibrate Mr. Miller’s cock with my vocal cords.
I grope around the base of his shaft and begin bobbing my head up and down in time with quick strokes. Then I feel his cock twitch in my esophagus and I know he is fighting his every instinct to ejaculate in the deep wetness of my throat.
I can't help but smirk a little at the though of how much he is enjoying this, so I let myself gag on his cock a little just for fun.
The gag reflex forces the walls of my throat to clench tight around his throbbing dick. I continue bobbing and stroking like a naughty little whore just to tease him.
His cock twitches again and I hope I haven't pushed him too far.
I watch his jaw clench and he pulls on my hair again. I wince at the pain of Mr. Miller tugging on my scalp and another stream of tears rolls down my cheeks. I decide it's time to come up for air at last before I make him cum.
I clasp the wrist of his arm holding my hair and lift myself slowly off his cock. My lips leave behind a trail of thick bubbly spit oozing down to his balls.
He tries to fight me on my way up, to hold me down on his cock so he can cum. I tighten the grip around his wrist and twist.
"Ah!" he yells at the burning sensation of his skin being stretched. I take the opportunity to lift my head completely off his dick as his cock continues to twitch just on the edge of climax.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and tell him between heavy breaths,
"See! I told you I could do it!"
He squints hard as he fights in desperation to stop himself from cumming as my spit trickles down his cock. He lurches forward and groans,
"Damn! Holy shit Beth..."
"I know how to be a good little slut..." I mischievous grin spreads across my face. I turn around and bend over, lifting my tiny black ruffle skirt enough to expose my tight round ass and pink lacy panti
es. "Does Mr. Miller want to stick his cock in this tight little virgin pussy?"
His hands spring forward and clutch me by the waists, pulling my ass toward his face. He tugs down hard on my panties to reveal my smooth, tanned ass cheeks. Then lifts my skirt up to bury his nose between my crack.
"Ungh--yes!" I drop my hands to my knees and shove my ass into Mr. Miller’s face when I feel his tongue lapping at my pussy from behind. His tongue swirls around in my wetness and curls around to flick at my clit.
My eyelids close shut and I bite my bottom lip, enjoying the sensation of Mr. Miller slurping at my virgin sweetness with relish.
"Taste good?" I giggle, my body jolting forward with every slurp and suck.