My neighbor asked me if I would take care of his favorite pussy the following night after I got home from work.

I like cats, and I like my neighbor, so I didn’t see a problem with doing him that favor. I knew the cat was pretty independent, so it really wouldn’t be a bother. But I wondered why he couldn’t leave Mr. Snuggly on his own for the night.

No matter. I was happy to help.

But I’ll admit the real reason I said yes was Millie. My neighbor lucked out in the wife department. Millie is a knockout and then some. Built like a supermodel, she has legs that go on for miles and a smile that makes my dick hard every time I see her. I’ve gotten good at hiding my true reaction to her beauty, but I’ll admit she’s been on my mind during quite a few of my masturbatory moments. Fantasies are free, right?

Harris is no slouch himself. He’s all grit and muscles from working construction, and if I were the type of guy who liked guys, well, I’d like him.

As it stands, we get on swimmingly. The three of us have shared a few backyard barbecues, and once we had a candlelit hangout during a blackout caused by a summer storm. That night, I felt something almost happened between the three of us, but nobody made a move. I went home and jacked off to all sorts of filthy thoughts involving the three of us. And then a few extra ones about just me and Millie.

Watching their cat wasn’t exactly what I’d hoped for when Harris stopped by, but maybe helping them out was a step in the right direction.

After work on Friday night, I let myself in with their key and stepped inside their home. I could tell something was off right away. At least, I thought something was off. There was a sensation in the air, and then I heard a sound that shouldn’t have been there — the throb of music coming from down the hall. Maybe they’d left a radio on by accident, I thought, and headed in that direction.

But a little voice in my head told me I was wrong. The music was subtle and sensual. There were lights on, too, and when I reached the door, I saw that it was open a crack. I actually found myself knocking. Just in case. Even as I did so, I chided myself. They were out of town, right?

No, there was definitely someone there.

“Hello, Mark,” came a voice.

“Millie?” I asked, although I knew. Oh, yes, I most definitely knew that was the sexy voice of my hot-as-fuck neighbor, and she was speaking my name in a way that made my dick stand at attention. I had dreamed of her saying my name. Dreamed of her sucking my dick. Dreamed of…

“What are you waiting for?”

What was I waiting for? That was a very good question. I pushed open the door to discover her on the bed with her legs spread and her fingers trailing over her slit. Her pussy was shaved, and she looked absolutely edible. I would have tripped over myself to get to her, but a nagging thought pulled at me.

“What about Harris?” I asked. Because, really, he’s a good friend and neighbor, and even more than that — he’s six-foot-four-inches of solid muscle I didn’t want as an enemy.

She chuckled, and her laugh was as magical as her voice. “Didn’t he explain things to you?”

I shook my head.

“He told me he talked to you yesterday. About taking care of his favorite pussy…”

Oh, fuck. He had said that. And I’d been a little startled by his word choice. How could I have been so thick as to think he was talking about Mr. Snuggly?

Speaking of thick, my dick was at full mast now, and Millie was crawling across the mattress toward me. The look in her eyes let me know she had cock-sucking on the brain. But I had to ask, “Where’s Harris?”

She motioned toward the closet doors, which reflected the image of us back at me. So Harris was hanging out in the closet. I guessed that the doors must’ve been two-way mirrors.

“So he gets off…”

“On watching,” she said, interrupting me and pulling me close to her. “He likes to stay hidden and out of the way. He says it makes for a better show — and helps to keep our guests’ stage fright at bay.”

She unfastened my belt buckle, and then opened my slacks to free my dick. I heard the sound of a moan nearby and realized that was Harris. Did I mind him watching? Not at all. Did I mind anything where Millie was concerned? No way. I wanted to be in this girl in every style and form that exists. I wanted to fuck her mouth, her tits, her pussy, her ass…

As I was imagining the different ways we might connect, Millie was making my cock disappear down her throat. She played tricks with her tongue, working to tap my balls with the tip, then backing up so she could really slobber all over my sac. I couldn’t believe how good that felt. She then took my full length down her throat. I told her I was on the verge of shooting, but that didn’t stop her. She used her fist to pump me, and then she sat back and made me spray my cream all over my chest and stomach.

“I drew her clit between my lips and sucked hard enough to make her groan.”

Then I was the one watching, staring helplessly as she licked me clean, not allowing any drips or drops to go to waste. When I caught my breath, I returned the favor, spinning her around so we could continue with a 69.

This was the meal of my dreams — Millie’s dripping snatch. I licked her up and down, then side to side. Then I drew her clit between my lips and sucked hard enough to make her groan. She ground against me, intensifying the connection between the two of us. I cradled her perfect ass in my hands as I worked her with a growing fervor.

All the while, she sucked my cock back to life. I couldn’t believe I was hard again so quickly, but Millie worked me in ways I couldn’t even have imagined. I was rock-hard and speeding toward another climax in what felt like no time at all.

Only when I sensed that she was going to come did I allow myself to shoot for a second time. On this round, she swallowed me from the source. I filled her mouth with my load, and she sucked me until I was empty.

There was another groan from behind the closet door, and I could imagine Harris was blasting off, too.

Millie moved so that we were faced in the same direction — Harris’ direction. The mirrored doors showed us our reflections. Glistening and relaxed, we were a pair of sweaty, satisfied lovers. She set her head on my shoulder and practically purred.

“I’ll always be willing to take care of your pussy,” I told her. “Anytime — day or night.”

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