Betty slugged me in the arm and laughed. We hadn’t had a customer in a while, the coffee shop always went dead after lunchtime. And our conversation had gone to the place it normally did, sex.
“So you struck out again! I keep telling you to watch out for those redheads. They are tricky! Fuck, how long has it been?” I had just regaled her with my trip to the bar last night.
How I had spent over a hundred bucks on drinks for this hot little number only to have her unmentioned boyfriend arrive right before closing. He thanked me and drove her home. She had been flirting all evening. I wondered if this was a game they played. If I had just been a pawn they used to get her sloshed and horny before he took her home and screwed her rotten.
I shook my head, trying to put the feeling of defeat aside. “Like six months. Fuck, I’m going crazy.”
“Shit, I don’t think I’ve gone that long since I took my first cock.” She looked thoughtful as her tongue stud clicked against one of her lip rings. Some people found it annoying, it just made me wonder what a blowjob from her would feel like.
The metal band t-shirt under her apron clung to her breasts. Her wild dreads were blue and purple this month. She changed them often. They were dried out and ratty from the constant bleaching. Betty may have been my best friend. Despite our long relationship she never had any interest in screwing me. In fact she had made it something of a game winding me up. Not that I still didn’t try. “Well, Dirk doesn’t mind lending you out. Think you could give me a hand?”
“James, I have been working with you for three years. There are few people I trust more. And I respect you far too much to subject you to the humiliation of a pity fuck.” She peeked out the window of the shop. “But maybe I could make it a lot worse.”
She lifted her shirt above her tits. Never wore a bra, but the apron still cruelly hid her nipples from view. Hadn’t seen those in a while, she had silver straight bars that always poked out of her shirt. I often thought of flicking those with my tongue. Her flesh was a work of art, dozens of tattoos covered her body. She liked vibrant colors. Her front was mostly decorated in flowers that peaked out from behind her uniform.
“Fuck, Betty. Yeah, now I’m in fucking horny hell. Thanks for that.”
She giggled at my misfortune and bounced her chest. “I’m sure your luck will turn around soon. But at least now you’ve got something for the spank bank when you get home.”
I didn’t even make it that long. Took a bathroom break and came into the sink.
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I rarely thought about the woman in the house next door. We had never even spoken since she moved in. Hell, the only times I ever saw her was on garbage day when she took out her bins or the rare occasion I saw her pop outside to retrieve one of the many packages she had delivered. She didn’t own a car, I don’t think she ever left her house.
And I would have gone through the rest of my life barely ever considering her at all, that is until I arrived home to find her standing by my front door. This was the first time I had ever even gotten close. She had a spooky look about her. And she just stared at me. “Um… hello.”
“I… I need…” Damn, she was pale as a ghost. She pointed to her house. “P-please come with me.”
Well, that was direct. “What for?”
“Need to talk.” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. And she seemed skittish like she thought I was going to snap at her.
“Yeah, OK. Let me just drop off my stuff.” I looked her over, she was hard to read. “Is something the matter?”
She didn’t look up and kept her eyes pointed to the ground. “C-could you just come? I’ll make tea. I… I wanted to talk to you about something.”
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She took me to the back door of her house. I was finally able to get a good look at her after all this time. Nothing exceptional stood out. She was cute, maybe a little older than me. Maybe younger. It was hard to nail it down. Her hair was unkept and messy. It was dark and black. It matched her large eyes, which were so dark they almost appeared black. Like a shark smelling blood.
Couldn’t quite make out her frame. She wore sweatpants and a thick, woolly shirt. But her face was pretty cute. She was incredibly pale and wore no makeup. Her face was like porcelain. If I had to guess from what I could see maybe she was probably a little on the thicker side. I would have been very interested in her if she hadn’t acted so strangely. Hadn’t said a damn thing to me since I agreed to come to her place.
“So, what did you need?” I noticed she was trembling. Was she afraid of me? She didn’t turn toward me, just faced the stove and waited for the water to boil.
“Wanted to see something. If maybe you would…” Fuck she was quiet, her voice just pittered out. Barely over a whisper.
“Are you alright? You seem nervous.” I made sure to stay still and kept the table between us. I was doing everything I could to seem nonthreatening.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and spoke a bit louder. “I don’t like people. Too much talking, too many feelings. Work from home, get deliveries. Don’t want to go out.”
Yeah, that explained a lot. “So, is there something you need help with.”
She didn’t answer. She brought me a cup of tea. Something cheap with the teabag still bobbing in it. After setting it down she placed a yellow envelope next to the cup. “This is what I want.”
I looked her over, and she shrunk back. Didn’t seem interested in sitting with me, but looked out the rear window over the woods that sprawled out back into the mountainside. “Alright…” There was a slight weight to it and something slid around inside. “Should I open this here?”
She shook her head. “No, at home.” Well, this was awkward. I took one sip of the tea, over-brewed and unsweetened. Kinda terrible actually. She just stood there, looking away like I wasn’t there anymore.
“So, I’m going to head off then. Um, thank you for having me.” I left my relatively untouched tea and took the curious envelope with me. It was the first and last conversation I ever had with my neighbor, and I never even asked her name.
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As soon as I got home I went straight to my kitchen. I slid a knife under the top of the envelope and opened it up. Inside were two things. A key and a folded letter. I began to read it. It wasn’t a request, but a contract.
‘I, Lilly Redwood, submit to the following conditions of Free Use:
Article 1: You may use this key to enter my house at any time with no restrictions.
Article 2: You are under no circumstances allowed to try and engage in a casual conversation with me.
Article 3: I will only speak to you if it is in relation to servicing the conditions of Article 5.
Article 4: You are to not use any of my possessions unless it is in service of the conditions of Article 5.
Article 5: You may use my body in any way, at any time you like. I shall obey any command and follow any order to the best of my ability.
Article 6: Under no conditions may remove me from my home.
Article 7: When not satisfying yourself under the conditions of Article 5, I ask you to not interact with me in any way.
Please keep this letter for your records. Should I ever wish to terminate this contract, I shall change the locks. If this happens I ask you to cease any and all contact with me.
-Lilly Redwood’
Huh. Well, that’s interesting.
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Betty suggestively stroked the wand of the espresso machine with a towel, unnecessarily twisting her wrist and moaning as she cleaned. “You like that? Yeah, you fucking do!” She spun the knob, sprayed out steam into the drain below it, and feigned an orgasm. She panted and stroked the side of the machine, “Was it good for you?”
She looked over to me, I hadn’t reacted. I had barely even noticed what was happening. I was thinking about Lilly.
“What’s the matter, Mr. Mopey Face? Normally I can at least get a giggle out of you when I jack off the frothing wand.”
“Oh, um… sorry. Really distracted today.” I had been up all night, fumbling the key around my hand. Reading and re-reading the letter. It didn’t feel right. Or at least I didn’t feel that lucky. I had looked it up of course. Free use. People did this sort of thing and contracts were often involved. But normally it was with someone you knew and trusted. Not some man you’ve never spoken to.
“You still thinking about that redhead in the bar that blue balled you?”
“No, not anymore.”
She tilted her head curiously. She could tell something was bothering me. But I was cautious to share this with her. I don’t know why, but it felt like telling her would break the illusion that it could be real. She would probably tell me everything I was thinking.
Something is off. This was some sort of trap. I was going to get in trouble. It was dumb to even consider it. I should just return the key and that would be that.
“Earth to James! Look over here! Fuck!” I looked over, she had her tits out again. My eyes went wide. I needed to get laid. “Perk up, little soldier! You’ll touch a boob again one day!” She winked at me and gave her left breast a little squeeze.
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I had beat off again and again. Thinking of Betty’s tits. Imagining what Lilly looked like under that clunky sweater, what it would be like to simply walk in and fuck her. My mind went back and forth, but it settled on Lilly.
It was such a stupid idea. And the more I thought about it, the more anxious I got. More depressed. I reached for more lotion, ready to have another go at self-abuse.
‘Article 5. You may use my body in any way, at any time you like. I shall obey any command and follow any order to the best of my ability.’
Fuck. That kept going through my head. There’s… there’s no way this is real. She was so strange, something had to be up.
But as I rubbed the lotion on my hard cock, I just thought of her timid little mousy face.
Fuck, this wasn’t going to work. Beating off wouldn’t satisfy this need. I had to know.
I went to the bathroom. I showered myself, shaved. Put on my nicest aftershave. I gave my hair a comb. I even spent some time picking out my clothes like I was getting ready for a date. Nothing fancy of course, I was just going to the house next door. A nice button-up shirt and a good pair of slacks. And then the key in my pocket…
It was close to two in the morning. Clouds hung in the sky and the road was dark. A steady misting of light rain fell over the world. There were only a few more houses spaced far apart on our street. The area was so remote there wasn’t even a street light.
I walked to Lilly’s front door. And from there I began questioning my actions. I raised my hand ready to knock. But that’s not what the contract said.
Article 1. I had a key. I was allowed to enter. Any time I wanted.
I held it to the lock. Knowing if I slid the key inside I was not going to be able to come back from whatever I was getting myself into. But the ache, the yearning. I… I couldn’t go one more day without knowing. Without fucking.
I slid the key slowly and carefully. Trying to make as little noise as possible. The process of opening and closing the door behind me took at least ten minutes in my extreme caution. I felt like a thief taking something that didn’t belong to me. I slid off my shoes and entered.
The house was small with only a few rooms. Figuring out which was the bedroom was an easy guess. But I didn’t go straight there. Instead, I lingered. Article 4 said I was not allowed to use her possessions. It didn’t say anything about inspecting her things to satisfy my curiosity.
The living room was surrounded by shelves of books. There wasn’t even a TV, just stacks and stacks of reading material. The first shelf I found was very functional. Cooking, bird watching, plants of the region, and textbooks about coding. I wondered if that’s what she did for a living.
The next bookcase was quite mysterious. There were journals and picture albums. I opened them up, expecting to see something personal. Quite the opposite it seemed. They were full of pictures of our neighborhood. They were all taken from behind a window in her house. Some were of the street, many of her backyard. Sometimes I could tell what she was looking at, others seemed to be of nothing in particular.
And there were some of me. Other neighbors too. Nothing intimate. Just shots of us living our lives, getting the mail, walking down the street, taking in the groceries. Stuff like that. A few were taken of me while I was inside the house when she could peer inside my window. She had dozens of these books. That was a bit unsettling. But nothing that seemed dangerous.
I inspected another shelf. Romance novels. Top to bottom. Really cheesy bodice rippers like my Grandma used to have.
And after that, a few curious shelves of books it seemed she assembled herself. They had clear, plastic covers, and seemed like she had printed them out. I pulled a few out to look them over. ‘The Deflowering of a Chaste Nun’. ‘I Told Him No.’ ‘The Pleasures of Pussycat Park’. I flipped through the last one and read a page. Fuck, no respectable company would ever publish that. I realized most of the authors weren’t names, but online handles. She collected smut people had posted on websites.
Lilly had them all carefully ordered. I began to understand the categories. Romance, fan fiction, fantasy, science fiction… I didn’t have time to go through all the shelves. But there were more of the unpublished works than anything else. They were meticulously cared for. She cherished these.
Fuck, that was hot. She hated being around people but was obsessed with sex. God, I couldn’t tease myself anymore. I put the books back and tip-toed to her bedroom.
She had a slight whistle in her snore that I could hear as I approached. She slept with the door closed. So again, I carefully twisted the knob like when I entered her house, taking as much time as I could to be silent. In my excitement of seeing her bed, I let go of the knob earlier than I meant. There was a click and the snoring stopped. I couldn’t see her, just a pile of blankets that stirred.
I remained still in the dark. Waiting for her to sit up, probably scream. Maybe call the cops. I had the contract at home, but would that be enough to keep me out of jail? The pile of blankets shifted and I saw her hand drape over the side of the bed. Then the snore returned.
I crept closer. One soft step at a time. I looked over the table beside her bed. One of the printed-out stories was face down with a bookmark sticking out. Next to it was a purple dildo. It glistened. Was it covered in lube or had she used it that recently? Either way… fuck.
And finally, I was close enough to touch her. She slept buried under the blankets, I wondered if it was hard to breathe for her like that. I could only see her messy hair and hand sticking out. I reached for the blanket close to her face, lifting it ever so slightly, and began sliding it carefully down the bed.
Her whistling snore remained as I did everything I could to not disturb her. She was on her stomach and her limbs went in every direction. Going fractions of an inch at a time, I revealed her slowly. Her face was scrunched, I wondered if she was dreaming about her stories. She wore another thick sweater to bed, she liked being warm. It was over-sized and covered her to her thighs. After that, I was finally treated to her flesh.
In the dim light, her legs almost seemed to glow. As pale as her face had been, her body was even more so. Nearly completely white. She reminded me of a doll. Her thighs were pleasantly thick and her ass was round with the bottom of her cheek peaking out from under the sweater.
Her body was unlike any I had ever seen. She was… unkept. Her leg hairs were covered in a thin bristle of short, dark hairs. Like she hadn’t shaved in a few weeks. The hair on her head was a tangled mess, I doubted she regularly combed it. And I found my hand almost moving on its own, lifting the sweatshirt up her body so I could see between her legs.
From what I could tell, she did not groom. Nothing tidy, certainly not shaved. Stray hairs were scattered around her inner thigh. The smell of her was a bit musty, a wonderfully robust aroma that emanated from her wet labia. I realized how fucking hard I was, how much I needed to screw her. Yet in my distraction, I had failed to realize until that point one very important thing.
She wasn’t snoring. I looked up from her body. Her eyes were wide open, and she was hugging a pillow close to her chest. Watching me. She clenched her teeth and began to shake. I braced myself, ready for the scream. Ready for her to run or kick. But she remained still. Waiting for me to continue.
I opened my mouth. “Lilly,” I whispered tenderly. She turned her head away. Refusing to acknowledge being addressed so intimately. So that’s how it was going to be.
I gently reached for her shoulder and pulled. “Sit up.” She complied and allowed me to guide her, dangling her legs over the side of the bed. Taking the hem of her shirt in my fingers, I began lifting it. Her soft body was much like I had imagined it. Some might have described her as slightly chubby, but I found her curves very pleasing. Her breasts were large and full, more than a handful each.
She lifted her arms to allow the sweater to be removed. The milky color of her skin was broken up by patches of black hair in her armpits. Not sure if she ever shaved them. They were pungent, something I found pleasant. The smell that reminded me of sweet onions. In a moment that surprised us both, I found myself running my tongue upward and tasting her sweat. I bristled as it spread through my mouth.
I dropped the sweater to the floor, tantalized by her. She lived on her own and never wanted to leave. Her grooming made it clear she didn’t care about what others thought, including the man she gave her key to. There was something animalistic about her.
I explored the feeling of her breasts, taking the large handfuls of her flesh and feeling their weight. It was a strange way to enjoy a woman’s body. I normally focused on pleasure, finding ways to make them squirm and moan. But with Lilly, I was free to explore for the sake of exploration. Not that it didn’t seem to turn her on as well.
“Mmmm…” She groaned and the smell of her cunt became more intense. She kept her head turned away, doing her best not to look at me. I realized she was experiencing this in a way I had never considered as well. It didn’t matter who I was, simply what I did and how it felt.
I thought of the rules. It was written that she would obey any command. That she would submit to any demand I made. Fuck, my mind raced. But for tonight, I kept it simple. I was testing the waters. “Lay down and spread your legs.”
Without a word, she did it. I felt silly having gotten myself dressed up like I did. There was no need for pageantry here. Lilly wasn’t a conquest to be wooed and impressed. Whatever she wanted from me was something different. I became agitated looking at her. And the weight of my frustrations and needs crashed down.
I fumbled with the first few buttons on my shirt. Fuck it, I just ripped it open. She was watching me again. Still quiet, her hands grasped the sheets. She was nervous and began gasping as I slid down my pants and underwear. Something raw and needful was in her eyes and her body trembled in anticipation as I quickly kicked off my socks.
I crawled over until my naked body was between her legs. She turned her head again. Looked out the window. That was fine for now. If this were a date, if she were my girlfriend, I would have done it differently. I would have spoken to her softly, told her how pretty she was. I would have kissed her, played with her. Ran my hands over her body and engaged in some foreplay.
But with Lilly, there was no need. Not according to the contract. She wished to be used. I slid my knees under her thighs, took my cock in hand, and pushed it inside her slippery cunt.
“Mmff!” She put her hand over her mouth. Stifling the noises that seemed to involuntarily spill forth. Her eyes grew wet before she shut them tight. I began fucking her. “Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!” Each thrust produced more grunts and moans.
I wasn’t gentle. I doubted that’s what she wanted anyway, not that it mattered. The contract was clear. If I followed the rules set forth she was mine. My little plaything. This was my cunt, not hers. So I slammed my hips hard. There was little resistance. I thought of the dildo on the nightstand. She had loosened herself up.
There was a devilish part of me that wished she hadn’t. That she was tight and I would have had to tear into her savagely. But in the moment, I found satisfaction with the way she clenched her eyes and covered her mouth. Her smells… pussy, sweat, and the stale aroma of her unwashed hair spurred me on.
I adjusted my hips, got a better angle, and slammed myself into her. “AH!” That seemed to spook her. I got a legitimate cry from her. That only pushed me into a feral state. I pressed my toes against the baseboard of the bed and fucked her all the harder.
I found a growl escaping me. A weird rage of being denied the pleasure of her moans. “You fucking filthy slut. You’re like a bitch in heat. Stop hiding it!” I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand from her mouth. Pinning it by her head, I issued another command. “Don’t you try and silence yourself. Don’t fake it either. Let me hear you!”
Her mouth hung open, guttural groans spilled out of her. There was something delightfully pure about it. She was following my instructions well, allowing me to hear her unfiltered. And it wasn’t long before that started edging me on.
My dick was swelling as her pussy squeezed me. I briefly considered if she was cumming, but realized it wasn’t important. That thought itself pushed me over, to be so unconcerned with the woman I was stuffing my cock into. Like she was a thing, not a person. It was a dehumanizing, cruel thought. And fuck, it made me cum hard.
I jammed myself deep inside and I pulsed and spurt, enjoying the rapture I had longed for. I realized I was drooling, my spit dripped down onto her tits as my semen began spilling out. I slowly withdrew as I came, seeing how much of my semen I could fill her with.
At last, my swollen head slipped out and bounced, dripping what was left into her hairy mound. Lilly lay motionless except for her panting, listlessly watching the trees sway in the wind. I had an impulse to say something. Maybe even kiss her pale cheek. But instead, I simply sat up on the edge of the bed and began dressing myself.
I looked back at her as I slid on my pants. I watched my cum spill from her cunt onto her sheets. Pride and power swelled in my chest. I could have gone again. No, more than that, I could have fucked her all night long and into the next day. But I wanted to savor this, the first time I used Lilly.
There would be time, and I could do anything I wanted to her. So long as the key opened the door her body was mine. For now, I enjoyed the dark pleasure of taking what I wanted and walking out the door.
