I just moved into a new place. When I was moving in, the family across the hall from my apartment introduced themselves and the dad (late 40s I think, tall, muscular, salt and pepper hair, great eyes) helped me move some boxes and chatted me up. I could tell right off the bat he was doing more than just being a good neighbor. He kept offering to carry boxes into the bedroom, asking if my boyfriend would be moving in too, things like that. I think he thought he was being subtle, but I could definitely tell. I returned the favor, bending over in my leggings, showing him my cleavage, wiping sweat off my chest, stripping down to a tank, the whole thing. His wife eventually got suspicious (for good reason, frankly), because she practically pulled him out of my place after all the boxes had been moved out of the truck.

See, I have daddy issues (the first one usually being that I don't have a nice, thick daddy dick in me), so this guy across the hall was just icing on the cake of my cool new apartment. I knew I had to get a chance with him. That night, while rubbing one out, I came up with a plan.

The next day, I went across the hall and knocked. The dad, let's call him Greg, answered and I asked him if he could come over and help me build my desk. Now, to be honest, I've disassembled and re-assembled my desk like five times because I've had it since I moved to college, but he didn't need to know that. He agreed to come over in 15 minutes. I ran back to my apartment, stripped out of my bra and threw on a white tank on top of my booty shorts, and waited patiently (while rubbing myself in anticipation, of course). The night before, I had spread some of my lingerie across my bedroom and left my dildos and vibrators on my nightstand. Everything was set.

A few minutes later, Greg knocked. I answered, perky tits bouncing under my tank, and led him to the bedroom (where my disassembled desk was stored of course). I feigned surprise and embarrassment when he spotted my lingerie and toys, and quickly threw a blanket over them. Greg, in classic dad way, commented on the baseboards of the apartment as a way of changing topic. Greg collected the desk parts and I led him out to the den where I needed it put together.

Can you tell I thought this was a great plan when I was horny AF?

The assembly started off great. I had to stretch and lift my arms, showing off underboob galore. I had to straddle him to hold the pieces stable while he laid below me and screwed things together. It was just as planned. Then there was a knock at the door. I popped over and swung the door open. It was his wife. She was curious where Greg had gotten off to. I showed her the way, feeling the icy glare the whole way. The wife shared a few terse words with Greg. He then said it would just be five more minutes and the wife left. I had to act quickly.

I walked the wife out and locked the door behind her. I went back to Greg and told him I would like to repay him, but how could I? Without looking away, he told me to not worry about it. He was just being neighborly. This dude hadn't gotten laid in so long I'd have to hit him over the head with it. I pulled off my tank top and stared at him until he looked up. I told him he could have any and every part of me whenever he wanted. He let out an anxious laugh. I stepped closer and presented my tits to him. After a moment he reached out and squeezed my boobs, pinching my nipples and making me blush.

He told me that he really shouldn't be doing this and that there wasn't enough time anyway. All I wanted was him doing me. I told him I'd give him a preview of our next visit.

I tugged down my shorts and stripped out of my panties. I handed them to him and told them to hang onto them until next time. He reached behind me and squeezed my ass and I put my arms around him. I pressed my body up against him. I was gushing as he ran a finger against my pussy from behind. I don't know how long we stood there, him fondling me and my hand rubbing his dick through his pants, but then there was a knock at the door. It sounded like the cold, angry rap of a cold, angry wife. I let him go and Greg walked around the corner and let himself out.

The rest of the day passed somewhat uneventfully, other than my dozen or so orgasms imagining him inside me.

I spent the next few days trying to figure out how to get Greg to come over for more fun, but every time I saw him in the hallway, he was with his wife who was staring daggers at me. I figured she noticed his raging erection and put two and two together and was keeping him away from me. I resigned that she had won.

Then, about a week later, in the middle of the day while I was working from home, Greg knocked at my door. I let him in and he pulled my panties out of his pocket. They were covered in dried cum. Obviously he'd been keeping busy while we were apart. I took them from him and licked at the dried cum. He unbuttoned his pants and I dropped to my knees, right there in the entry way. He told me he should only watch. I put the panties in my mouth and undid my blouse. If he was only going to watch, I wanted to give him a real show.

I stood up, led him to the couch, and told him to sit. I unzipped my jeans and tugged them around my ankles and started rubbing myself. I moaned his name as he slowly jerked his growing cock back and forth. He was already dripping precum. I sat on the coffee table in front of him and spread my legs, moaning through the panties, rubbing my clit, squeezing my tits. I moaned that I wanted him. I turned around, kneeling on the table (praying it didn't break underneath me, lol), fingering myself faster and faster on all fours. I felt him grab my ass. I guess he wasn't watching anymore. His thumb rubbed my asshole.

I turned around and sucked his thumb and looked up at him, moaning gently (I told you, daddy issues). I climbed off the coffee table and sucked his thumb up and down, next to him stroking his cock. I asked if he wanted me to take over. He pushed his cock toward me. I licked from the base of the shaft to the tip. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to fit him in my mouth, but I started licking the head. He pulled back and told me if I kept going, he'd cum. I told him I don't care how quickly he cums. I just needed two things from him. I wanted to choose where cums and I wanted to call him daddy. He nodded and put his fingers in my mouth.

I straddled him, holding onto his cock like a joystick. I stroked him, gently caressing each inch. I rubbed the tip against my pussy, using my juice to lube up his shaft. He flexed in my hand and pushed his thumb deeper into my mouth. I stroked faster. He started to let out a low groan. I moaned daddy and lowered myself onto his cock. I'm sure my pussy was tight as hell in that position, especially with how big he was. I got him as deep as I could and moaned loud. I felt him jerk and pulse inside me. He moaned. His hand tightened, thumb in my mouth, fingers around my jaw. His other hand on my hip, pushing me down and him deeper.

He pumped for about 30 seconds. I pulled myself off of him and then bent over to give him a lick. He pulled back and looked a bit embarrassed. He quickly pulled up his pants and buttoned. I asked if he wanted to stay for round two, but he made an excuse about the time and quickly made an exit. Obviously he was uncomfortable with what just happened, but I figured that was just post-orgasm clarity. I felt his load run down my leg and I knew he must have enjoyed himself at least a little bit in the moment.

There's more, but I don't know if this kind of story is what you all are into. Let me know if you want to hear the rest!