I had lived in a rather large apartment complex for several years, and I noticed one day that the couple that lived directly above me were having some kind of dispute. I could hear them out on their balcony, and it seemed like the girl, Dawn, was getting the worst of the argument. Whatever was going on, I could tell it was a heated debate and that Dawn was very angry. I knew them just a little, but just by name, having chatted with them once in a while since they moved in above me about six months ago.
I heard a door slam, and I wondered what the hell was going on. A few minutes later, there was a knock at my door, and Dawn, my neighbor from upstairs, stood there in tears.
"He's horrible!" she said.
"Come in," I said.
She brushed past me, and I could smell her perfume on her. It left its
hint in the air: something fresh, clean, and well, sexy. She went into
the kitchen and I followed. It kind of struck me as strange that she
would make herself at home so readily. But, I figured, in times of
stress, I guess people have a tendency to forget.
"You got anything to drink?" she asked, turning to me as I entered the
kitchen.
I shook my head. "Ho, I don't drink very much," I said, "but I can make
some coffee, or tea, or whatever."
She walked back into the living room and sat on the couch and looked at
me. "Anything you have is fine," she said, her voice quivering, close
to tears.
Well, here she was, sitting on my couch, and I had no idea what the
hell to say. I didn't want to be rude and ask her what the situation
was all about, and I really couldn't tell her to get the hell out of my
apartment, either. I felt sorry for her, and sort of protective, like,
she had come to me for help and I needed to help her. Burt then, I
didn't want to get involved in what was going on between the two of
them.
"Well," I said, standing there, not really knowing what to say, "is
there something I can do to help you?"
She looked at my face, and her gaze travelled down my chest, to my
crotch. Her eyes lit up and she moved off the couch toward me.
"Yes," she said, and reached out and pressed her hand against my
crotch.
Now that was a shock! I hadn't expected anything like this. Quite to
the contrary, I would have expected her to be tearful and full of
anxiety - not at all interested in sex or any man's crotch.
She moved her other hand to my chest, running her fingers down the
center of it as she smiled at me, her long lashes blinking slowly, her
eyes narrowing to slits. As she continued pressing against my growing
cock, I felt her other had reach the snaps to my jeans. Feeling my cock
jerk and expand in response to her expert attention, I leaned forward
slightly as she unsnapped the top button to my pants.
After a few moments of feeling her fingers moving down my snaps, I
could feel her hand move away from my crotch, and then I watched as she
lowered her head. She moved down and was on her knees in from of me as
she reached inside my briefs with both hands. She pulled my hard cock
out, along with both my balls. Her eyes widened a little, and I felt
one hand move to each side of my jeans. She tugged, and my pants were
down around my knees.
My fat cock bobbed straight out, pointing right at her lips. Her tongue
flicked out and she licked the underside of the head, bouncing it away
from her face. With her tongue, she played badminton with the head of
my cock, bouncing it first one way, then the other.
She was kneading my balls with one hand, and with the other, she
reached up and grabbed my cock at the base, wrapping her fingers around
it. Her fingers went under the base of my balls and she pulled forward
gently as she went all the way down on my cock. The pressed her chin
against my balls, and she tugged forward with her hand, moving her chin
back and forth against my balls, pressing them. I had never had anyone
do anything like that before, and it appeared that this young woman
knew all kinds of little secret moves, and knew a lot about how to
stimulate a cock.
I reached down and ran my fingers through her curly blonde locks as she
began to move her mouth up and down faster and faster on my cock. I
knew that it wouldn't be very long before I came. I tried to pull away
from her, but she reached behind me and grabbed my ass, holding my
crotch to her face. My knees began to shake and I could feel my balls
tighten as I shot a load of hot cum into her mouth. Against and again,
my cock jerked deep at the back of her throat and she made swallowing
motions with her mouth. She swallowed all of it, every drop, as I
continued to shoot my load. Then, after my orgasm was finished, she
kept my cock in her mouth, her fingers still massaging my balls as she
sucked the residue of cum from my cock Finally, she let go of my cock
and let it slid out of her mouth. She stood
and looked at me, smiling.
"Do you know what a 'grudge fuck' is?" she asked. "Like, you go fuck
someone, just to get back at someone else for doing some thing wrong to
you?"
I nodded.
She smiled even more broadly.
"Well," she said, "this was a grudge suck." Then, she turned and headed
for the door. At the door, she turned and looked at me again.
"Good night," she said, and was gone.
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