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Love Thy Neighbor
🕑 Added 2023-07-23 00:50:21 +0000 UTC
Y/n's always up to no good. This time she gets caught.
Natasha/Reader
content: older woman/younger woman, degradation, name calling, oral sex, strap-on sex.
a/n: half beta read and half not so sorry for any mistakes/inconsistencies!
Y/n did her best to be as sneaky as possible.
She thought she had done everything right, like she usually does. She was as quiet as she could be, and made her ride drop her off a block away from her house. She took all the usual steps to secure her escape plan, but somehow she forgot to remember her faulty bedroom window.
She complained about it to her parents and she was assured that it would be fixed soon. But, it wasn't a top priority to them because her window was not budging as she tried to get it open. How the hell is she going to get inside now? The fact that she has to sneak in and out of the house when she's in her 20s is ridiculous in the first place.
With her parents room upstairs on the other side of the house, she figures she won't wake them. Her bedroom window is cracked just the tiniest bit, but it might be enough to get in. It seemed foolproof, but was louder than she thought.
Never would Natasha expect to see her neighbor's daughter trying to sneak into her room. She wasn't sleeping so it was easy to hear the sound of a window screen being removed. For a split second she thought someone was breaking into her home, but a simple peak and she saw the source of the noise. Natasha had her fair share of crazy nights as a teen, so normally she wouldn't judge. Yet she has an opportunity to put this girl in her place.
Y/n showed herself off to be a good girl, but she's a good little actress, one that is persuasive. Y/n has caught her daughter sneaking in one night and it didn't take much to break her down to get her to admit where she was and who she was with. Y/n was a few years older than her 18 year old daughter, but she had no business trying to corrupt her daughter. She's going to put the fear of god into this girl.
The loud bang made her jump and yelp. She was dead -- so, so dead. The credit card from her father is going to be cut up and her parents will be threatening to kick her out.
"Y/n!?"
The voice she heard was not her mother's voice as she had expected. It came from behind her. She turned around to see her neighbor Natasha standing in the window facing her bedroom. Y/n naively saw this as an out. She could go to Natasha's house and tell her parents that she forgot to tell them about her sleepover with Natasha's daughter.
"I'm locked out," she says sheepishly.
"I can see that. Come around back."
Y/n felt the greatest sense of relief. Natasha has always been kind to her, but she was completely saving her ass by letting her into her home.
"I'm so sorry I woke you up," she whispers. "I was trying to be as quiet as possible-"
"Where were you"
Y/n was taken aback by not only the question, but the tone of her voice. She thought she was going to receive a warmer welcome instead of the cold stare from Natasha. Who does she think she is? Her mother?
"I was out."
"Out where? You surely weren't at bible study in that outfit."
"I-It's none of your business," Y/n tries to sound firm but fails. She's not a little girl, in fact she's a grown woman in her 20s, yet her neighbor's questioning was making her feel like a teen again. She crosses her arms to cover up her body after Natasha's observation. A crop top and short-shorts were perfect for a late night party, but certainly not for getting caught trying to sneak back in the house.
"It's my business when you drag my daughter into things," Jill begins to circle her like prey, looking her up and down. "When you take her out, do you make her do things with the sleazy guys you let fuck you?"
Y/n pauses when she feels a hand on her hip. This woman is absolutely degrading her and has the nerve to touch her. Even if the woman is not as docile as her mother, she's not gonna take her shit so easily.
"She doesn't do anything she doesn't want to," she explains when she catches Jill's eye. She watches the anger color her face and Y/n knows she struck a chord.
"You think it's cute actin' like a slut, don't you?" The sudden grip on her wrist causes Y/n to wince in pain. She could feel the older woman's nails digging into her skin. The stinging pain was similar to the burning sensation similar to the burning sensation the alcohol from earlier gave her. Maybe it was the similar sensation that made her feel intoxicated. She was paralyzed when she felt Natasha grab a handful of her exposed ass cheeks. Being groped in the middle of her neighbors living room warped her reality. Natasha touched her as if she was owed her young flesh.
Y/n didn't mean to moan in the process, but Natasha's hands reminded her so much of the guy she almost fucked earlier. The fact that it was an "almost" situation left her feeling depraved -- so depraved that she's letting her older neighbor touch her inappropriately.
Natasha just ignores her, kneading her ass harder to hear those moans come through. Y/n bites back a moan and instead threatens Natasha, telling that she'll tell her parents about this.
"You can tell them, and they can also find out their daughter is a slut that loves to sneak out of the house." Natasha easily calls her bluff and she weakens under her grip. Y/n was in disbelief that her neighbor was basically blackmailing her. She's trapped.
"Bend over the couch."
Y/n's body responds before she can understand. She places her palms on the back of the couch. Her body is completely exposed to Natasha. Y/n has never been with an older person before, but she can feel the difference of when she's with someone her own age. There was something new about it. Natasha's hand rubbed against her smooth thighs and back up to her ass.
Natasha has seen Y/n in revealing clothes, but nothing like this. The white booty shorts left little to the imagination. The pink crop top hugged her tight enough to perfectly outline her tits. Natashae needed to touch them. It's been a long time since she's had young tits in her hand. She pulls the top over her head freeing her tits. Her nipples are hard from Natasha touching her plush thighs and they grow even harder when Natasha turns the attention from her ass to her tits.
"Bet these tits bring you a lot of attention," Natasha coos. She's enamored by how they feel in her hands. The skin is soft yet bumpy around the edges of her nipples. Y/n's breathing stutters when the older woman takes her nipples between two fingers. She gasps at the pain but she can't deny that it feels good. Natasha was quickly becoming obsessed with the girl. She was such a whore that she had already gave up resisting. She knows that pussy is wet.
Natasha instructs her to get on her back on the couch. Y/n knows that it means she'll end up with her tits exposed to her older neighbor, and that the white shorts will come off soon. When she put the thong on earlier, she expected they guy she's been taking to take them off, not Natasha.
Natasha wanted to keep the panties as her own personal keepsake. "Open," Natasha gestures to her lips.THe lacy fabric fills Y/n's mouth and she hums in confusion. The material dries her mouth out and muffles her words. "Gonna need you to keep quiet. If you wake my daughter up, I'll make sure your parents find an adult boarding to send you to."
Y/n struggles with believing Natasha's thinly-veiled threat. The threats add to the thrill of the rick. Natasha spreads her legs wider before using her thumbs to spread her lips apart. Y/n holds her breath as Natasha seems to inspect her. She is wet, her arousal clinging to her pussy lips; she looks ripe for the picking. It's been years since Natasha has been able to touch and taste such delicate flesh. She's almost envious of the shitty boys that get to fuck her on a regular basis. And with a twat this tight, she wonders how many boys actually get to be inside of her.
Y/n's walls immediately respond to the single finger in her hot cunt. Natasha's hand comes cascading down her body before running back up to her perfect tits. Y/n begins to hum but this time in delight. Her pussy drenches every single digit. Natasha's finger reaches surprisingly deep inside of her
"You like that?" Natasha asks even though she knows the answer, but seeing Y/n nod her head is so much more satisfying.
Even at a slow pace her thrusting fingers feel so good. Natasha bounces off her body's reaction and curls her fingers to rub against that sweet spot. Y/n back arches from the pleasure. She likes it so much that she almost feels guilty -- almost.
Y/n's body moved in such a restless way that Natasha knew what she needed. A single finger wasn't enough for a slut like her. Natasha reaches up and pulls the panties out of Y/n's mouth.
"What do you want, little girl? Tell me before I make you leave horny and locked out."
"I need you to fuck me!" Y/n answers quickly, but too loud. Natasha swiftly stuffs the panties back in her mouth before standing up tall over her body. Natasha knows Y/n need something more than her fingers, something thicker and longer.
Y/n is surprised that a housewife wood on such an obscene sex toy. Her mouth watered at the site of the girthy toy wielded by the older woman.
"This is what you want," Natasha lets the fat toy flop against Y/n's pelvis. " a slut like you is always eager for dick."
Natasha grabs the base to control the robbery toy. The Headtaps against Y/n's car before pushing in. If it wasn't such a risk, Natasha would pull those cute patties out of jealous mouth and hear her moans. However, she keeps them in and enjoys the whimpers instead.
There was something in the way that Natasha uses her body that makes Y/n tremble. The older woman begins to pound into her so deep and hard her tits jigg;e with every move as Natasha grabs her hips hard, and Fucks her. Her young cunt stretches around the dick inside of her. She throws her head back in a state of ecstasy.
Y/n just couldn’t get over the situation that she was in. Her neighbor, the mother of the girl she has grown up with, was fucking her with the biggest thing she had been fucked with before. Any buzz she had from the cheap alcohol she had earlier had gone and been replaced with a dangerous mix of lust and adrenaline. She grips Natasha’s arm, her nails accidentally sinking into her skin much to Natasha’s discomfort. Natasha shoves her hand away forcefully. She then rests her hand on Y/n’s left breast. Her finger rubs the hard bud before she takes it between her thumb and pointer finger and squeezes. Y/n squeals against the panties in her mouth. The pain of the pinch made her eyes water, but the realization that she enjoyed the pain was somehow even worse. Her eyes shoot open and she sees Natasha staring down at her. Her cheeks grow hot in embarrassment (as if this situation isn’t already deeply embarrassing). She moves her eyes away from her and makes the mistake of looking down between her legs. This was worse than looking Natasha in her eyes. She sees her poor twat getting fucked and filled. The panties in her mouth may be preventing her from making any noise but the sound of her pussy being filled makes up for the audio stimulation.
Natasha notices Y/n looking away from her positions herself so not only both of them can get a better view, but Natasha can fuck deeper into her pussy. Y/n lets out a deep groan as Natasha fucks into her deeper. Her strap is covered in the girl’s slick. Some of it rolls down her ass and drips onto the cashmere-colored couch. Her husband spent nearly 10,000 dollars on this couch. The slut next door isn’t going to ruin it.
“Get up.” She says harshly.
Y/n is confused by the sudden bout of anger and wonders what she did wrong. She was laying there and taking it like Natasha wanted her to. Her pussy was left empty again, but she knows better than to whine and complain about it.
“Get on the floor.” Y/n is quick to follow the command. Her hands and knees are pressed against the soft carpet, her pussy spreading in this new position.
Natasha grabs her face, forcing Y/n to look her in the eyes. That innocence she tries to hide is still there. Y/n’s heart is beating so fast she can hear it in her eyes — she’s terrified and thrilled at the same time. Natasha pulls the panties out of her mouth once again. Y/n takes in a deep breath before she gets chastised again.
“You just love making a mess, don’t you?” Natasha makes her look at the little stain on the couch. It wasn’t much, in fact it would be very easy to get out, but she wanted to shame Y/n a bit. “Let me see that tongue.” It’s clear that Y/n was hesitant to listen, but the look on Natasha’s face made her follow through. “Clean it up,” Natasha continues.
Y/n bends over and runs her tongue over the wet spot on the couch. She expected a rough texture to irritate her tongue, but the couch was softer than she imagined. She can faintly taste herself in the spot that Natasha has her lick. When she pulls away she realizes that she’s made a bigger wet stain, defeating the purpose of her “cleaning it up.” She expected Natasha to be pissed, but she turns to see her smiling back at her. It wasn’t about the mess, it was just about seeing how obedient Y/n can be.
“Good girl,” she coos. Her eyes are soft as she says it, but they are contrasted by a rough touch guiding Y/n back onto her hands and knees.
Natasha gets behind Y/n and spreads her cheeks apart. She’s messy and sticky. It should have been easier to take the strap since she'd be so wet, yet this new position makes it even harder to take it. She feels much more tighter being bent over, but Natasha doesn’t seem to care. She pushes inside of her and is met with little resistance. Y/n moans loudly and reminds them both that her mouth is no longer gagged with the panties. She hoped that Natasha would forget and just let her breathe without it in her mouth. Her cute moans were tempting, but Natasha has a family upstairs.
“If only you were able to keep your mouth shut,” she begins as she grabs the panties from the floor and once again Y/n’s mouth is stuffed. However her moans being silenced is pointless when the sound of her ass hitting Natasha’s thighs begin to fill the room.
Each thrusts gets louder and sweat begins to form on Natasha’s brow. The outline of her breast bounces underneath the nightgown as she thrusts roughly into her slut. Y/n is whimpering like a helpless little puppy, the cock spearing into her sweet spot over and over again. She feels like she’s getting split in half in this position. It’s too much — but not too much to enjoy it and push her ass back to meet Natasha’s thrust. She notices this right away and it turns her on so much to see Y/n acting like a desperate whore.
“You want to get fucked on the fucking floor like the slut you are?”
She grabbed a handful of Y/n’s hair and used it as leverage to pound into her harder. Natasha felt like she was in college again, fucking some inexperienced yet overly excited campus freshman. She had missed this so much that for a split second she wondered why she stopped doing this. Sure she has a husband and a family, but what they don’t know won’t kill them. Watching Y/n throw her ass against her thighs to continue taking her dick is hypnotic enough to convince her to not let this be the last time. Whether that’s with Y/n or not, it doesn’t matter to her anyway.
Y/n was shaking and could barely keep herself up. The only thing that kept her on all fours was Natasha’s harsh grip on her hair. The prickly feeling on her scalp spreads throughout her entire body as she has what feels like multiple small orgasms that bloom into one. Moving her body becomes a chore and she stops throwing her ass against the cock dragging her to bliss. Natasha takes over again and shows her poor pussy no mercy despite how it tries to push Natasha’s cock out. The older woman doesn’t care about the resistance, instead she is too occupied with the gorgeous sound of their skin slapping together and the wet sounds from the cock inside of Y/n’s cunt.
Soon the hypnosis she fell under begins to dissipate and she slows down her thrusts. A creeping feeling of guilt makes her come to a complete stop, but it’s the look of Y/n’s cum completely covering her cock that makes it hard for her to pull her eyes away. The girl is panting beneath her, completely spent. Her arms gave away some seconds ago and she was laying with her face against the carpet and her ass in the air. Natasha felt like it would be impossible to pull out. See how Y/n’s pussy hugs her cock so snuggly is so hot.
“Oh God,” Natasha sighs, tired from fucking Y/n as if she was the energizer bunny. She used to be able to go to town on some pussy for hours and hours, but she’s rusty as it’s been years.
She finally pulls out of Y/n and her wetness drips down onto the carpet. Y/n whines at the empty feeling. Her muffled cry of desperation reminds Natasha of the panties stuffed in the poor girl’s mouth. When she pulls them Y/n takes a deep breath. Natasha almost feels sorry for her — almost.
Y/n is no stranger to just cleaning herself up and leaving right after a hook-up, but she’s reeling right now. She just got the shit fucked out of her by her neighbor. Her neighbor that she sees daily, the neighbor who her parents know and like. This is only going to make the occasional neighborhood barbecue a little more awkward.
Then it dawns on her that being around Natasha’s daughter is going to be even worse. Y/n doesn’t even like her like that; she’s annoying and too young to be hanging out with her. Y/n isn’t fond of hanging out with people who can’t even legally get into the clubs she goes to. She just attached herself to Y/n like some lost little girl, which Y/n didn’t welcome. Seeing her face is going to be a constant reminder of what happened between her and her mother. She’ll end up seeing Natasha too, and the older woman will be coy about it but she’ll catch her staring one day and the look in her eyes will make Y/n’s heart race. She almost feels sick to her stomach thinking about it.
“You can go sweetie,” the lilt in Natasha’s voice pulls Y/n out of her daze, “wouldn’t want you to wake up my family. I’m sure you’re used to sneaking out half-naked, aren’t you?”
The way she was being treated was not new. The people she usually hook up with don’t like her. They enjoy each other’s physical company until they both get what they wanted and Y/n is sent on her way. But, it makes her feel much more lowdown and whorish for her own neighbor to be doing it here. She’s barely given time to make herself look half-decent. She guesses that she deserves it for trying to sneak in. Fuck that fucking window though.
