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Anya was out in her backyard sunbathing. The high fence kept out the perverted glances of the older men, as she seemed to be the only fairly young individual in the whole neighborhood. Still, she had had issues with most of her neighbors over her stay and kept herself somewhat decent with the smallest bikini she could find that covered her essential parts. Though Anya did feel a pleasant rush of naughtiness at the peak of her areola that could not be covered or how her sweat under the sun made the white bikini slightly transparent as it absorbed her sweat. It was definitely not suitable for the beach, she was too nervous for that. But here, she could be as indecent as she wanted.
Anya hummed, grabbing her tanning lotion and pouring a generous amount into her hands. She started between her thighs and down her legs, evenly coated her skin. She stretched, flexing her toes and wiggling them as the sun's warmth sat upon her skin. It felt extremely nice, and her mood couldn't have been better. "Well, if I had a good drink and a hot man it might be the tiniest bit better." Anya laughed to herself as she put more lotion in her hands and started to spread it over her stomach, grunting as she tried evenly coating her back. "Ugh, I am very flexible! Why is this so hard?!" She hissed as she struggled back and forth. Her backside raised off her towel as her toes dug into the ground. Anya's hips swayed back and forth to get it everywhere. By the time she was content, she could only collapse down onto her towel.
"Shit." Anya huffed, her chest heaving. "I should start jogging in the mornings again or something. My stamina is ass right now." She sat up, grabbing the bottle and pouring more out. She had been careful this whole time to only squeeze out a bit at a time, but now she squeezed hard without realizing and a huge amount fell out into her hand. "Oh fuck!" She cursed her own carelessness and went to try opening the bottle back up to scrape some back inside, when she heard a pained scream come from the house next door.
Anya froze, not sure what to do until she heard it again. Now when it was stated that all neighbors were gross towards her, there was one exception. The mysterious neighbor, Mr. Zhongli, whom she had only heard about through talking to the other older men and women in the neighborhood. He was single and lived in a very nice looking home, and was the only other home with a privacy fence to match Anya's. But there was an exception.
Their fences were so close until the big tree that laid on the split of their properties. Instead of chopping it down, as that would be a waste, Anya had followed the design choice of the mysterious neighbor and built her fence low and around the natural bends of the tree. Which meant it was low enough for her to climb over her and Mr. Zhongli's fences and go check on him.
Anya quickly wiped the excess lotion on her thighs and went to hop over the fence. It was a bit of a struggle but no one could see her straddling the fence so she tattered over without care. It might be breaking and entering but she was very worried about this old man. She had never seen him leave or come back to his house, so she had assumed he was unable to leave or so old that leaving was not appealing anymore.
She tiptoed around the yard, listening. Sure enough, there was another grunt of discomfort and strain. She followed it to the side of the home. Passing under a line of billowing sheets hung out to dry, Anya pushed through the cloths to see a slightly ajar door. The sound of struggle was inside of there.
"Hello?" Anya called as she peaked into the room. It was so much darker than the bright outside that she couldn't see anything at all. Except she could hear perfectly well.
There was a loud bang and some muffled grumbling. As her eyes finally adjusted, Anya gasped and her face grew tomato red at what she saw. A man, naked from the waist down, was stuffed into what looked like a dryer. His feet were firmly on the ground, and his lap was openly available if anyone were to wish for a seat. Well, except for the enormously large cock standing erect and staring right at Anya.
"W-who are you?" The man asked, obviously nervous, though nerves were doing nothing to make his cock go down.
Anya moved to cover her face but when she realized he couldn't see her anyways, she spread her fingers apart to look at his mighty pole. "I-I'm your neighbor. We haven't, uh, met yet...." She moved closer, definitely trying to see his face and not to study his veiny cock more. "Are you..."
"Stuck." The man replied, defeated. "You must excuse my... appearance. I had not expected to find myself hosting any guests right now."
"It s'cool." Anya drawled, noting that the man's subtly muscular legs didn't seem like a very old man's. "How did you...?"
Mr. Zhongli let out a deep sigh that echoed slightly in the dryer's drum. "Well, you see, I was trying to fix my dryer but it seems I am no repairman." Anya did not say that he could be a repairman in a porn video but instead hummed her agreement. How could she not think that though? It was staring right at her!
"D-do you want me to help you? Maybe pull you out or... call someone?"
Zhongli shifted, his large cock swaying slightly with the movement. Anya stared at it, totally not having to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth. She was brought back to reality by Zhongli's voice. "I don't suppose you might try pulling me out before we get anyone else involved? This is a rather embarrassing situation."
Anya nodded in understanding before realizing he couldn't see her. Right. "Oh yeah, for sure! Uhm, let me just..." Anya walked up, looking for a way to pull the man. She tried not to look at it as she grabbed a thigh and pulled. The man jolted and let out a grunt of pain.
"I don't... nng... supposed you might be able to pull both sides at once?"
Anya gasped, letting go immediately and rubbing her hands on her thighs nervously. "I'm sorry! I can try... it's just that..." Anya bit her lip as she squatted down, grabbing the man by his hips. His cock pressed between her breasts, and it slid against the suntan lotion.
Both froze and Mr. Zhongli only said a simple, "ah. I... see what you mean."
"No, no." Anya forced a laugh, trying not to move as the cock somehow grew harder nestled between her breasts which pressed his cock tightly between them as she geared up to pull. "This can't be helped. Shall I try again, Mr. Zhongli?"
"If you would... uh.. I'm sorry you seem to know my name but I have failed to remember yours."
"Oh no problem!" Anya tried to move forward to gain more room to pull back, but it just led to her lips ghosting over the tip of his cock. She did not move back, however. She kinda liked the way she could feel the veins of his cock pulse as her plush lips dragged ever so lightly across with each word. She talked a bit excessively, just to keep up her teasing. Surely he would forgive her if she got him out? "I'm your next door neighbor, Anya. I moved here last year. Everyone has been... excessively friendly and has told me a lot about the neighborhood. So that's how I know about you, even though we never met."
Zhongli groaned a few times during her explanation, and now his voice was heavy. "I see. Do pardon my rudeness, but from what I am... graciously feeling against my body, the more lascivious members of our neighborhood would no doubt have cause you much trouble."
"Oh my GOSH!" Zhongli jolted at Anya's exclamation, feeling her warm breath encompass the head of his cock just from how close her open mouth was. "You have no idea! Honestly I built the privacy fence to tan without having them trying to walk right into my yard sporting an erection in their ugly khaki pants! How creepy could they be!"
Zhongli coughed and Anya realized their current situation again. "I...apologize again for my state of undress."
"How did this even happen?" Anya couldn't help laughing a bit.
"Well. It is a long story. But the easy explains was that I had spilled my lunch upon myself. I went to wash up and dress but I had somehow run out of clean pants. I had recently cleaned out my closet, you see, and had yet to restock it with new clothes. Therefore, I decided that in the privacy of my own home it would be fine to be in such a state while my pants washed. However, when I went to dry them, the appliance did not work. I couldn't bare to call a repairman out while I looked like this, so I tried to fix it myself. But it seems my shoulders are a bit too wide and the added tight squeeze in must have my arms swelling a bit for I can not get out."
"And you couldn't call for help while stuck in there." Anya finished.
"Yes."
"Well! I'll pull you out in a jiffy! I'm really strong, Sir, so don't you worry!" And it was true! Anya was very strong. However, she forgot to account for the fact that she had not only wiped her lotion onto her thighs, but Anya had then rubbed the excess lotion on her thighs out of nervousness earlier. Her hands did not find purchase as she slipped forward too quickly to catch her self and her open, gasping mouth captured the extra large cock straight down her throat.
Anya tensed up, including her throat, as she gagged around the girth stretching her throat. Her hands scrambled against Mr. Zhongli's thighs but kept slipped, her head desperately bobbing as she snorted and tried to breath. Zhongli was making gasping sounds himself, the drum of the dryer alive with his struggles as he tried to refrain from bucking into the poor girl's throat. "Anya." Zhongli called, voice gruff and strained as he tried to get across his desperation. "Please ease off slowly. Struggling is just-nnmm...ahh.. making it worse."
Anya wanted to nod but she couldn't dip her head down any further. With shaking arms, she tried to pull herself up and got the cock halfway out her throat, but her traitorous hand slipped again and she sobbed as Zhongli burst down her throat. Hot cum easily sliding straight down her throat as their moans mixed in the small room. Anya's eyes rolled up, her mouth subconsciously sucking Zhongli dry as she tried to help swallow the thick load. He must have been pent up because it seemed like he just kept filling poor Anya's throat. She swore she would taste his cock for weeks now, not entirely that she minded. He kept it very clean.
Finally as she could pull away, body shaking from the lingering experience, Zhongli's voice raised in worry. "Are you alright dear? I have no words to justify myself, it has just been so long since I was touched that your tight throat-"
"Zhongli..." Anya's voice was scratchy, her throat absolutely bruised. "Why did you have an erection in the first place?"
Zhongli paused, before letting out a strangled breath. "I would lie, as it is rather embarrassing, but I think after what you experienced I should be honest. There is little to do while you sit and think half naked in a dryer. And the thought of someone walking in on me did occur... and I found it to be a bit exciting. I hope you understand, I had not anticipated anyone to actually come in. So when I heard your voice and was actually caught while fantasizing about it... well you saw the state I was in..."
"I personally felt it." Anya quipped back, rubbed the outside of her sore throat. Though he released, Anya's own intimacy was aching. It, too, had been a while since she got any. She had been so busy and was tired of one night stands that led nowhere. But now, the monstrous cock of her dreams was right before her. "My hands are too slick to pull you out."
"I understand. Thank you for trying to help anywa-!!!" Zhongli's words cut off in a strangled gasp as Anya's wet cunt easily devoured his still rock hard cock. He couldn't talk, all his focus was on the way her walls squeezed around him and dragged up and down as she adjusted. And she was so wet. How was she so wet yet so tight?
"Yup, that will do." Anya sighed, happily sinking into the stretch of Zhongli's cock. She moaned, letting herself rock for a bit before tapping Zhongli's thigh. "If my hands are too slick to pull you out, I should just use something else, right? Aren't I a smart girl?" She teased.
"Anya." Zhongli growled, and she could feel him grow inside of her. Seems he was getting ready as well. "I think you will find your little pussy is quite 'slicked' as well."
Anya moaned at his tone, giggling as she bounced a bit. "I think you're right, Mr. Zhongli. But I'm sure you noticed my grip down here is much more secure and strong." She squeezed to prove her point, making the man hiss as his hips jutted sharply forward. Anya let out a shaky breath as her eyes fluttered closed. He could reach every spot she loved, without even trying. But she was a bit serious about this plan. Which was to enjoy his cock if she couldn't help. "Please, Mr. Zhongli. I think we can wiggle you out like this. Won't you move your hips?"
"This isn't-"
"Please!" Anya begged, already moving herself. Zhongli's hips would come up to meet hers every now and then as his determination wavered. "Oh please. Oh you feel so good!" She didn't try to muffle her voice as she encouraged the cock inside of her to start twitching and wetting her already slick insides with hot precum. She kept moving her hips as Zhongli struggled, his thrusts slowly forming a steady rhythm as he gave in to fucking his almost savior.
But while Zhongli had already cum before, Anya's pleasure had only built up and she was peaking soon. Her toes spread out in the dirt tracked onto the concrete as her head hung backwards. Her brain was getting foggy as sparks started to dance behind her eyes. Her one hand left his thigh to move down to her clit. Her pussy was so wet that her hand easily slid over the sensitive nerves. She practically forgot about the man being stuck in the dryer as she helped herself reach climax, clenching down upon his still thrusting cock as her voice raised an octave in a demure scream.
Though Anya's body sagged, Zhongli was only just reaching his own peak. But the poor girl was too tired to help him as her movements slowed. Zhongli was not normally so rough, but this mysterious woman had his stomach on fire with desire and lust. Was it similar to a burst of adrenaline in dire moments? Zhongli forced his body out with one strong thrust. Both toppled forward, Anya catching herself on her forearms. Zhongli grabbed her hips and drove them back onto his cock. The poor woman collapsed onto the ground, moaning with a wide open mouth as her eyes were rolled back. Zhongli's cock driving deep into her until he pulled out with a stuttering growl and came all over her back. His cum mixing with the excess lotion from before.
Zhongli looked down to see Anya's cunt spasming through another orgasm, her voice mute as her body shook. He brought his hand down to 'help' her until she was truly a melted pile upon the floor.
Anya looked up, a very tired grin on her face. "Well, I told you it would get you out." Zhongli stared in shock before letting out an exasperated laugh.
"That you did."
Anya giggled, her voice dragging back into a moan as she moved to get up. The pleasant burn of her pussy from their rough activities almost had her looking back at his cock, hungrily. Instead, she looked at the man himself and oh. Oh. He was beyond gorgeous. He was older, but Anya knew what the clench of her intimacy meant. "Hey, you never did fix your dryer."
Zhongli sighed. "No, I guess I should hang up my pants to dry outside."
Anya bit her lips, the coy expression catching Zhongli's attention immediately. "Or, perhaps you could come over and use my dryer this time." Anya sat up onto her knees, spreading her legs while knowing her swimsuit was still pushed to the side to show her throbbing pussy off. Zhongli had no way to hide his cock's apparent interest in this idea. Especially seeing the sexy and excessively horny woman on her knees before him.
"If you wouldn't mind." Zhongli breathed, mesmerized as she licked her lips. Her tongue running slowly across her bottom lip.
"Oh, well I'm sure there's some way you can repay me."
Zhongli would probably be giving in to that smile more times than he could even imagine in the near future. Like say the moment they got over the fence. In Anya's yard. Her kitchen. In fact, they probably did it in every room of her house, including the shower.
Zhongli didn't get to dry his pants, though, but he didn't mind repaying Anya for a second time the next day as they waited on her washer to finish.