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Title: Forbidden Desires Unleashed: My Free Use Neighbor

It was about a decade ago when a scintillating encounter unfolded between myself, a man in his thirties, and my attractive single MILF neighbor, who was also in her thirties. Little did I know that she was the one who responded to one of my tantalizing #DMV M4f CNC advertisement, completely unaware that we lived in the same neighborhood. The subtle flirtation between us had been simmering for a while, creating an electric tension.

She confessed to me, revealing her deepest and darkest fantasies of being free to explore her desires, of being controlled by a stranger. As a yoga instructor, she boasted a body that attested to her flexibility and sensuality, leaving me willing to fulfill her every whim.

Before we met in person, I playfully encouraged her to embrace her sexuality by dressing provocatively whenever she walked her dog around the neighborhood. Her yoga pants clung to her every curve, revealing tantalizing glimpses of her contoured, panty-less form. To further ignite her desire, she entrusted me with remote access to a wireless toy, which she wore throughout the day. She would send me alluring photos of her outfits as a prelude to her walks, and with the click of a button, I would buzz her into a state of delicious anticipation. As she ventured closer, her composure wavered, and her attempts to remain stable and composed became an exquisite display of her surrender to desire. Every day, she would distribute new snapshots of her drenched yoga pants, evidence of the pleasure I elicited during her walks.

She informed me of her schedule, pleading with me daily to seize the opportunity when her child was away at their father’s or college. The essence of Control and Consent (CNC) was to be realized, and I assured her it would happen when she least expected, intensifying her anticipation.

After a couple of weeks, the time had come. It was 1 am, long after she had retired to bed, when I adorned a mask and stealthily made my way to her house, finding the key she had discreetly left beneath the doormat. Grasping the covers, I revealed her naked form, and with a forceful intrusion, I claimed her. Though she challenged me, her futile resistance only served to intensify the intensity of our encounter. Her wrists bound, she writhed and struggled as I ravished every inch of her, capturing every moment through photos and videos that would later serve as a testament to our forbidden connection.

This passionate affair continued for several months, an unrelenting symphony of control as I directed her every movement, even from afar, through control of her remote. Whether it was at neighborhood meetings, during her daily walks, or her private moments, I received a multitude of photos and videos capturing her enraptured self, edging closer to release. Almost every other day, I would pay her a visit, all the time shrouded in a mask, with the sole intention of keeping her on the precipice of ecstasy, granting her orgasmic release only when I deemed it fitting.

One fateful day, during one of her walks, she confided in me that her child’s father was moving back in due to financial struggles, though it didn’t indicate a rekindling of their relationship. Time was of the essence, as I realized my time with her as my free-use plaything was nearing its end.

The edge of desire became sharper, the frequency of remote control heightened, especially when I caught sight of her strolling down my street. I visited her more frequently, indulging in our CNC encounters, leaving her trembling and begging for more.

Then, on a day when she informed me that she was home alone, I seized the opportunity for a video call. I playfully ensured my video was off throughout our conversation, teasing and commanding her in the use of her toys. She blossomed into a drenched mess, yearning for my presence, as she acknowledged the only path to fulfillment lay in being used.

What she didn’t know was that I was already making my way to her front door, driven by primal desires. As she received an unexpected visitor, she hastily prepared herself, revealing a disheveled yet enchanting appearance. I arrived under the guise of “neighborly concern,” bearing a joint as a token of camaraderie. Cordially, she invited me inside, intending to fetch some clothes. Light-heartedly, I suggested that she need not go out of her way for my sake, assuming the role of a friendly neighbor.

Unbeknownst to her, I activated her remote vibrator, manipulating its frequencies with every intention of keeping her on her toes. She struggled to maintain coherent conversation, intermittently squirming and squeezing her legs in a desperate effort to regain composure.

Concerned, I inquired about her well-being, though it was merely a facade to conceal my knowledge of her secret desires. Her attempted deception came to an abrupt halt when I growled at her, unleashing her own vulnerability. With the remote set on high, her voice was silenced, her body tensed in response. Stepping closer, my arousal evident through my jeans, she instinctively reached for my belt, her eyes a concoction of longing and surrender.

Amidst our intoxicating interaction, I took pleasure in calling her every name that heightened her arousal. Grasping her hair firmly, I forced myself into her mouth, prompting a symphony of passion and gagging. Pleasure and pain entwined, resulting in a cascade of uncontrollable moans and drooling subservience. Her beseeching gaze implored me to ravish her like my own personal whore.

With each powerful thrust of my desire, she succumbed to an intense climax, convulsing in a breathtaking release. Orgasm after orgasm coursed through her, rendering her helpless in waves of pleasure while she squirmed uncontrollably. The blissful screams and moans that filled the room surpassed anything she had experienced before. This transcendental ecstasy repeated several times within the next 30 minutes until, finally, I released inside her.

Exhausted, we collapsed together, gasping for breath. Amidst laughter, she revealed that her girlfriend next door had been privy to her passionate symphony, hearing her lustful moans and pleas whenever I paid her a visit. In fact, she had shared with her partner every intricate detail of our encounters.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she resumed her seductive exploration, teasing my reawakened desire with her lips, before granting this newfound passion her devoted submission once again…

“Did you know that she, too, harbors secret desires and yearns to explore them? She wants to experience what we have together.”

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