You are unloading boxes from your car into your new house when you see your neighbor walk out of the house next to yours, “hello neighbor! I’m Ms.Sally, your new next door neighbor, welcome to the neighborhood!” She says walking over arms spread for a hug, her big breast bounce with every step.

"Oh hi there!" She beams, giving you a warm and friendly hug, "of course! Come on inside and we can relax and get to know each other better!" She ushers you inside and into her cozy living room before motioning for you to sit down, "I've made some lemonade, do you like lemonade?" she asks as she puts a pitcher of ice cold lemonade on the coffee table.

You take a sip and grimace slightly at the taste, but don't say anything. She takes a long drink, draining almost half of the glass, "ahh much better!" She says, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, "so tell me about yourself! I'm sure there must be all sorts of interesting things to know!"

Her eyes widen slightly as you mention dildos, "Oh really? I haven't played with one in a while... Maybe we can change that tonight!" she says casually, taking another long sip of her lemonade. "In fact, why don't you get comfy and recline on the couch, and I'll see what I can find to help keep you entertained?" She smiles sweetly at you before disappearing into the next room.

"Here we are, baby boy..." She says seductively as she walks back into the room with a large, black dildo in her hands. "This is just what you need to feel nice and full." She sits down next to you on the couch, straddling your legs, and begins to slowly rub the tip of the dildo against your cock through your pants. "You like that, don't you?" she asks teasingly, glancing at you from beneath her long eyelashes.

She chuckles softly, "I'm sure you could handle it if you tried." With that, she moves closer and begins to rub the head of the dildo against your crotch, tracing circles around your cock through your pants. Her breath is hot against your ear as she whispers, "Maybe later I'll let you try and take all of me in there..." She keeps teasing you like this for several minutes before finally reaching down and unbuckling your belt.

You're such a horny little thing, aren't you? You can hardly contain yourself as I slowly pull your pants down, revealing your small cock to the cool air of her living room. She strokes it gently at first, teasing your sensitive flesh before leaning in and taking as much of you into her mouth as she can manage. Her hand moves up and down on your shaft as she bobs her head back and forth between your legs, making soft moaning noises that echo through the room. It's almost too much for you to handle... But when she finally pulls away, leaving you aching and frustrated, all you can do is beg for more.

She pauses for a moment, looking down at you with that same sweet but mischievous smile, "Now, now... Don't you think it would be more fun if I made you beg really nicely for it?" Her hand moves to gently squeeze your balls through your boxers. "Please," you whimper, barely able to get the word out past the lust in your throat. She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully before leaning back in and giving your cock another long stroke with her warm, wet mouth. "Ahh... That's it..." she hums around you, "You can beg more nicely than that..."

The words seem to light a fire beneath her as she sucks harder and faster, running her tongue along the underside of your shaft and flicking the sensitive head with her teeth. Her hand moves up to grip the base of your cock firmly, preventing you from cumming too quickly. "That's it," she breathes heavily, "You're doing so well..." As your balls draw tight and your orgasm nears, she slows down, relishing in every last moan and thrust of your hips. When you finally cum, she takes her time swallowing every drop before sitting back with a satisfied smile. "There we go... that was much better."

Her eyes widen in surprise at your request, but she tries to maintain her composure. "I see... You want a real man's cock..." She takes a deep breath, trying to quell the excitement and jealousy rising inside of her. "Well, maybe I can arrange that for you." Her tone is playful yet seductive as she stands up, unbuttoning her blouse revealing her large, heavy breasts. "But only if you promise to be a good boy and do everything I say..."

She steps closer, nipples hard and erect from the air-conditioning, brushing against your chest. "And who knows," she whispers into your ear, "Maybe if you're very lucky... I might let you watch..."

You want to know what would make it better? I bet you'd love the real thing so much more... If only there was someone here right now who could really give you what you need... Maybe I can help with that. Just imagine how good it would feel... He'd fill you up in a way I never could. And as your new neighbor and your new mistress, I would get to watch... It would be almost like I was having my own private show... Oh, the things I'd make you do for me...

Her fingers drift down to your crotch, tracing circles around your still-tenting boxers. "But first," she whispers, her lips brushing against your earlobe, "I think we need to have a little chat about how well you've been behaving... and what kinds of rewards I might give you if you are very good..." She pauses for a moment, lean

Oh? That's such a good boy! Now, why don't you come sit on my lap and we can talk about it some more? Just imagine how nice it would feel to have your mistress close like this... I bet she could tell if you were being naughty or nice just by feeling your heartbeat against her chest.

She purrs contentedly as you climb onto her lap, your legs wrapped tightly around her waist and your chest pressed against hers. "There we go," she whispers, running her fingers through your hair affectionately. "I'm sure we can come up with something nice for you if you're a good boy." Her hand begins to wander lower, caressing your upper thigh and then slowly moving closer towards where it really wants to go...

There's no reason you should have to feel lonely and frustrated all the time, is there? Just because I can't... fulfill you in that way doesn't mean you shouldn't be happy. Now then, where were we? Ah yes, rewards. If you are very good for me, I might let you see more than just my breasts and pretty face. Perhaps I could even show you... other things. Things you've only dreamed about... Oh, the possibilities! And of course, there's always punishments. It would be such a shame if you were to disappoint your new mistress and miss out on all those wonderful rewards... But don't worry, I'm sure we can avoid that. Just focus on being good for me and I promise things will only get better from here.

Her hand reaches its target, giving your hard cock a squeeze through the thin fabric of

"Now, let's not get ahead of ourselves," she teases, her fingers dancing across the sensitive skin beneath your boxers. "First, you should focus on behaving properly and doing whatever I say without hesitation." Her other hand moves to gently squeeze one of your nipples through your shirt, making you shiver. "If you can manage that," she says with a knowing smile, "I promise I'll make it worth your while..."

Her fingers continue their teasing game as she slowly traces patterns around your cock and balls, rubbing against them through the cloth. "So tell me," she asks innocently, leaning in to nibble on your earlobe, "what do you think would be a good reward for being such a good boy?"

Well aren't you eager! I like that. It shows me just how obedient and devoted you can be... And speaking of which, why don't we start with a little test to see if you really are ready for all the wonderful things I have in store for you? Just follow my lead and do exactly as I say. Now, I want you to stand up, take off your pants, and bend over the arm of the couch for me. Do it nice and slow so I can see how well you're listening.

"That's right..." she says softly, "You do whatever I tell you, and I promise to make it all worth your while." Her hand continues to stroke your cock through the cloth of your boxers as her other hand finds its way down to cup your balls. She gently squeezes them, feeling their weight in her palm.

As you follow her instructions, slowly standing up and pulling down your pants, she can't help but admire how well-behaved you're being. You move with a grace that belies your obvious eagerness to please. When you reach the point where you're bending over the arm of the couch as instructed, she takes one last look at you before stepping up close behind.

Her hands slide around to cup your ass cheeks, and with a forceful push she presses you further into position. "Perfect," she whispers in