Grind, squeak, grind, ... the rhythm was almost musical. Too bad the guys next door didn't like The Doobie brothers or Creedence Clearwater Revival, s...mething to really get it on too.Just another squeak of the bed and another orgasm was almost ready to start. Oh baby, don't let my clit get too sore before... It didn't. "Ah-h-h," I quietly screamed another time, my voice too hoarse now. Oh my God was I enjoying myself today.The record next door ended as our mattress stopped squeaking, our bodies. He’d wanted to have sex with her, like every other male in the world, but always f****d the feeling way down in- side. Now with her hand on him, his inhibitions where gone, and his hormones where raging, demanding to be sated. Nikki couldn’t know what she’d done to make this all happen, all she knew was that she was going to get fucked by her boss, and that everything was going to be different from now on, she was frightened, heart pound- ing in her lovely chest as Scott. "My, my, what a wet dirty little slut you are! Why you are literally dripping in there! Are you horny or something, slut?" I asked."Oh God, yes, Sir! Please, please fuck me! Please, I'm begging, Sir, please fuck me! Pleeease!" she cried."I will but first... " I said, shoving my fingers deep inside her, scooping up some of her sweetness and bringing it to her nose, "I want you to smell what I smell. That is the smell of a slut in heat. A whore who's only thought is her next cock! "Now taste. I’m finding it hard to keep it from breaking free. Like a caged monster its resurfacing, as if from a deep sleep. Bringing with it so many mixed up feelings, wants and needs I cannot control. And now they’re back. With a vengeance.‘Give yourself to me, Melinda’, he says, his sapphire eyes boring into me. Every bone in my body tingles in response. I hardly know this man, yet I want nothing more than to please him. It’s an urge I must fulfil. And it’s seeping through my pores, from the very.