The next evening I was a nervous wreck. I had barely slept after watching Mr. Blackwell fuck that woman through my window.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his massive Black cock sliding in and out of her stretched pussy, glistening with her juices, and that arrogant smirk when he caught me staring.

My body was still sore from how many times I’d made myself cum to the memory. I felt ashamed, embarrassed, and so desperately horny that even wearing clothes felt too stimulating against my sensitive skin.

I spent the whole day jumping at every sound, convinced he would come knocking.

When nothing happened by dinner time,...