I couldn't take it anymore. The sexual frustration was eating me alive. My boyfriend never seemed interested in my needs, leaving me feeling unsatisfied and unfulfilled. I longed for a man who would take control and give me the release I craved. And I knew just the man who could do it. Mark, my confident and assertive neighbor, was the object of my desire.
I fantasized about him constantly, imagining the ways he could dominate me and make me feel alive. His tall, muscular frame and chiseled features were just the beginning. I couldn't help but stare at his bulge whenever I saw him in the hallway, imagining how thick and long his cock must be. I pictured myself on my knees before him, taking in every inch of his massive manhood, feeling it stretch my mouth wide open.
My body buzzed with anticipation at the mere thought of him. I knew I had to have him. And tonight, I was going to make it happen. I wrote a note granting Mark consent to take me however he wanted and left it under his door. I knew it was a bold move, but I couldn't resist the temptation any longer. I waited nervously for his response, my heart racing as I sat in my room, wearing nothing but a sheer negligee that left little to the imagination.
When I heard a noise in the middle of the night, my body trembled with fear and excitement. Suddenly, a hand was over my mouth, stifling my screams. I opened my eyes to see Mark towering over me, wearing a mask to conceal his identity. His eyes glinted with desire as he looked me up and down, taking in my petite frame and perky breasts, which were on full display through the thin fabric of my negligee.
His cocky smile made my knees weak, but it was his throbbing cock that caught my attention. It was even bigger than I had imagined, standing at attention and ready for action. My body trembled with excitement as he forced his thick, rock-hard cock into my mouth, causing me to choke and sputter. He held me down, face-fucking me with wild abandon, and I could taste his salty precum on my tongue. The sensation of his cock hitting the back of my throat made me gag, but I didn't dare resist.
Mark flipped me over and spread my legs wide, exposing my tight pink asshole. He spit on it and rubbed his finger around my rim, preparing me for what was to come. I writhed beneath him, overwhelmed by the intensity of the encounter. He inserted his finger inside me, gently at first, and then gradually increasing the pressure. I moaned and gasped as he added a second finger, then a third, stretching me open and readying me for his cock.
I could feel every inch of him filling me up, taking my breath away. He held my mouth shut to stifle my cries, and I could feel his hot breath on my neck. He began to move inside me, slowly at first, then building up speed. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and I surrendered to his control, allowing him to take me in every way he desired.
As Mark continued to alternate between anal and vaginal penetration, I felt myself reaching new heights of pleasure. I moaned and gasped, savoring every moment of the encounter. The sound of his heavy breathing and grunts of pleasure filled the room, along with the musky scent of sex. I could feel my orgasm building, so I grabbed onto Mark's firm ass, pulling him deeper inside me.
Finally, Mark pulled out of my ass right before he climaxed and impaled my pussy, filling me up with his icy seed. I cried out in ecstasy, feeling a rush of pleasure wash over me. Mark collapsed on top of me, spent and satisfied. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, "You're mine now." I shivered at the thought of what he had in store for me next.
As I lay in bed, feeling fulfilled and alive, I knew I had made the right decision. Mark had given me the sexual release I so desperately needed, and I couldn't wait to experience it again. I drifted off to sleep, my body still humming with pleasure, and dreamt of the many ways Mark would dominate me in the future.