**The Knock at the Door** A few years ago, during the slutty rampage that followed a major loss, I reconnected with an old flame. I enticed him into trying ecstasy with me, and we fucked for hours on end. He gave me the deliciously rough treatment Id been craving but can’t trust just anyone to deliver. Then came a knock at the door. I answered in a tiny pink teddy with my ass hanging out, messy space buns in my hair, and mascara streaked down my face from getting face-fucked. Standing there was my neighbor (also my friend’s ex) who had just been kicked out and only wanted to charge his phone on my porch long enough to call for a ride. I pulled the door open so he could properly see what he had just interrupted, and his eyes nearly launched out of his skull. He stared, grabbed the trim of my nightie to feel it, and told me I looked absolutely delicious. I took his hand and pressed it between my thoroughly used thighs, slid his fingers across my silky wet pussy, thanked him for the compliment, and told him that if he behaved himself, he could charge his phone on my couch and listen to my abuse. He was normally rugged, serious, and hardly ever smiled, so watching his whole face light up with that huge, giddy grin was a delicious new image. He happily agreed. I left him in the living room and crawled back into bed with my lover. I explained exactly what I had done at the door to tease him.. and admitted I couldn’t stop imagining how hard our unexpected guest must be on the couch. My lover asked if I wanted him to join and I said YES. He agreed to share me with one condition: the neighbor wasn’t allowed to creampie what my lover planned to eat later. I peeked into the living room and whispered, “Pssst…hey. Come fuck me.” That man jumped up and started shedding clothes and shoes before he had even reached the bedroom. When he entered, I was already on my knees giving my lover the nastiest, sloppiest head, ass pointed toward the doorway and a shiny butt plug acting like a…
