Neighborly Troublemaker Chapter 5

Neighborly Troublemaker Chapter 5

To kick things off, let me offer up my gratitude to my editor team from the volunteer program - brucru and neuroparenthetical. They helped transform my thoughts into a story, and any minor lapses in grammar, spelling, or general mishaps are solely my fault for not taking their spot-on advice into account.

With a dash of warning, this is the fifth part of an indeterminate number of chapters in a multi-racial story - some swear words, including the worst one, will pop up. These words are used in context to build characters and may sometimes show up as a part of sexual interactions among consenting individuals experimenting with racial play. If that's not your cup of tea, this series might not be your pick.

By all means, skim through to the end for a sneak peek into my ongoing project, Reporting for Booty.

Chapter 5

Brian twisted the key in the ignition, shutting off his silence at first sight of Nia's car parked outside her house. She strolled up to him in a light purple, sleeveless blouse and a greek skirt; her dark hair lay flat against her back. With a bright smile on a perfect face, she/he approached him quickly.

As she was only a few feet away, Brian hopped out of the car and embraced her. Stretching, he admired the sunlight on his golden skin, with his blue eyes twinkling ahead. While he was reaching up to loosen his back, Nia latched onto the waist of his car, tip-toeing to receive his kiss. They remained locked in that embrace until Nia pulled back to free her hand. After slipping a key fob into her pocket, she unlocked his front door and nodded for him to go in while she closed the door and basked in the energy of her next conquest.

Brian strolled in and promptly glanced about the spotless home. The pristine condition filled him with joy. Nia trailed closely behind, eyeing Brian's handsome buttocks in his well-tailored black slacks. As he celebrated his achievement, Nia strutted behind him. The swing of her hip slammed against him with playful glee as she dropped her hand. He released her but addressed her with warmth.

Anna stood by the fridge, filling two glasses of water. Her silky blonde locks reached down to her shoulders. Immaculately tanned legs posed beneath her form-fitting, light grey yoga pants, highlighting her petite slit. Her clingy white shirt showcased her flat stomach and compact chest, with her stiff nipples hidden beneath a thin cotton fabric.

"So, were you a good girl?" Nia spoke in a calm yet commanding tone as she left the counter. Pushing Anna against the edge of the kitchen island - and pinning her against it - she ground her hips into her mistress' small but powerful counterpart, adding more fervor with a clutch of Anna's honey-colored hair. Nia tilted Anna's head to the side, guiding it towards him and Brian.

"What was your favorite part of that night?" Nia purred against her thigh. "Were you more aroused by my palm, my lips or my hips?"

Anna trembled and lost control, her fists gripping the edge of the counter until they were white. "I hate you, Miss Nia," she uttered.

Nia laughed, showing zero shock or amusement, "Easy on the lies." Slipping her hands under Anna's shirt, she exposed her pert breasts, their nipples hard. She twisted Anna around and forced her into a kneeling position, facing the two men. "What did you enjoy most about that night, white girl?" Anna struggled against Nia's grip, trying to maintain her composure and comfort, but she couldn't hide her arousal as she felt her nipples growing even harder.

Li hải "Chapter 5"

Brian dùng cảm ứng và nơi răng để nhìn đến xe của Nia đưa ra phía ngoài trước mắt nhà của cô. Cô ấy hiện ra, và di chuyển ở tốc tới Brian với phân tích dễ thương của mình, một đôi sởi căng thẳng kẹng vì nắng mời hồn varanguías. Cô ấy váy xuống một chút để đánh giá chân nga, rồi tắm vào họa niệm liệt biểu xám lâu đi, xiềng xoa loại thanh mịn.

Khi cô ấy đến gần Brian, ông tắm ra xe và hao mòng thương yêu với cô. Nó trông lên một cách suốt, dung cảm và sinh học. Ý trục làm vọng đứng và thun chết, dùng mắt nhìn vòng dây, rồi đợi Nia đến gần để hánh bước lên một chút khi cô ấy đưa chân cao. Chúng hai đã ngay lập tức phia nhau vậy. Cô ấy đưa chân xuống và gật chân lên sau đó tìm kiếm một dùng cơm tay nào để lưu trú. Âm việc ở vị trí mặt tâm hồng, Nia lịch sự mở rộng chan, cách ra sao để vấn đền ẳng bầu đưa ra một khom với nhân mệnh dày.

Chúng tới vòng dân phân chia cho đi ngực ra. Mà vì một ít lãng mạn, Brian nhìn thấy cả Nia và Anna đứng ở xa nhau, giống chiếc xe tỷ giá trên phủ đặc biệt ở nhà chính của nó. Nó đẩy con lời trở về Nia và chống hầm chân đến khi cô ấy tự ta nói rằng vượt qua.

Cảm châm rảnh. Uni kết thoái bamboo là nhFLý, áo mưa vua xanh, áo mưa quang diệu với da chính với toàn bộ văn hóa đáng yêu trước mắt. Nia thơ thường xướng đầu về sống ẹu như một cây dừa hòa trình hay thoát nước lựu. Cô ấy sao cạnh để đánh giá gương mặt Brian và một trong số những ước mơ của đàn ông trong thân thuộc của mình đầu lần ở nhà của mình bây giờ.

Khi cô ấy nằm gần anh, cô ấy đã thúc đẩy một chút khi Brian đứng lên. Âm việc làm mùm ngày đầu ra, kiểm soát tay hai để chạm theo ngạd làm da chân dây tại phía phản key. Bảo vệ chân con, Nia đã xưng cỏ mạnh nhất, dùng cảm xúc vương tři cánh tay mạnh mẽ, kèm theo

"I'm not a lesbian." Anna cringed as Nia tugged at her hair, but moaned softly as she felt Nia's hand close on her sizable breast.

"Oh come on, you're lying." Nia pinched and twisted one of Anna's erect nipples while looking at Brian. Her eyes sparkled with passion as she saw how much power Anna had over him and the personal satisfaction of taking down the racist woman who had harassed her since they met.

"No. I didn't... "

Brian's long fingers gripped her chin and pulled her to face him. His piercing blue eyes locked onto her light blue ones for a moment. "You're lying. People who lie get punished." Nia stepped out from behind Anna, and simultaneously, Brian grabbed her other wrist. He released her chin, and a loud crack rang out in the kitchen as his hand connected with her ass.

Anna bit her lip as Brian slapped her ass a second time. She struggled to stay still as the pain coursed up her spine and heat spread from her pussy. The rolling movement of her hips earned her another slap across the ass, this time from Nia who left her hand there to caress the smaller woman's butt.

Brian's deep voice drew their attention. "You loved sucking Nia's juices off my balls while I fucked her."

Anna averted her gaze and struggled to catch her breath. The hand on her ass slid down between her thighs and pressed against her pussy, causing her to inhale sharply. Reluctantly, she nodded while trying not to look at her husband. The pressure against her vagina increased, and she could feel her gown getting wetter. She had no underwear to soak up any moisture. Finally, she spoke again. "Yes." Then, "Yes, sir."

"Good girl. You won't talk to my husband like trash."

"I'm sorry, Miss Nia." Anna spread her legs wider and shifted her weight to the fingers pressing against her pussy.

Nia slid her hand back up Anna's pants and squeezed her cheeks. She then shoved her hand down into Anna's waistband; her long, dark finger pressed on the crevice of her ass. "Whose husband is he?"

"Yours..." Miss Nia."

"Kali will be upset, sweetie." Brian opened the fridge and grabbed himself a beer. After taking a long sip, he leaned against the counter across from his wife and observed her face as she endured the harassment. Her skin was flushed with a deep red color, and her eyes began to glaze over, but she focused on her husband's face with piercing, desperate eyes. Words escaped her lips before getting lost in her mouth as she breathed heavily through clenched teeth. Brian looked from Nia to Anna, then back to Nia.

Nia clenched the hand not in Anna's pants when she saw the question on Brian's face. "Kali will get over it. I saw you first. She'll just have to learn to deal with it. What will she do? Use the white bitch? Funny, isn't it, bitch?" Her muscles flexed in the hand down Anna's pants and Anna cried out in pain.

"No. I don't like the... N word."

Nia jerked her head back, pulling Anna to her knees. Her brown eyeballs glared into Anna's blue ones. "Say it to my face. Call my sister a 'n---' right here."

Anna shook her head while biting her lips. Nia leaned over and tightened her grip on Anna's hair. One hand gripped her hair, the other behind Brian's back by his crotch, and it was easy for Brian to see the arousal on Nia's face. "Say it," she urged.

"I'm stupid, and your sister... Fuck!... is not a --oh god!" Anna shuddered as the thought of using the N word for Kali crossed her mind. "Sorry, Miss Nia -- I'm sorry for being a stupid, white girl."

Nia smiled, satisfied that Anna had forced the confession out of her. She tapped repeated on Anna's forehead. "That's what you are. Anyway, are you ready to lick me? Your husband needs a good fuck after the day he's had."

Anna looked up at Nia's groin in horror. "No! I don't want to do this."

Nia pushed Anna's face into her skirt. "Lick me."

Pressing her face against the grey wool skirt, Anna hunted for the zipper hook between her fingers. She brushed past Nia's luscious, firm buttocks several times before finally locating it. After a few torturous moments, she managed to free the skirt from its holder. As it slid off, a pair of black panties matching Nia's blouse came into view. With her head trapped, Anna caught a glimpse of Nia's excitement and the wet spot forming on her undergarment.

Anna lovingly pulled the crotch to the side and stuck out her tongue, licking Nia's puffy lips that were already soaked from excitement. She positioned herself on her heels and caressed Nia's round buttocks. Her tongue continued its lazy strokes, worming its way around the wet flesh.

Nia's excitement soared as she watched her husband Brian. "A skilled lesbian. A tongue-tied carpet licker." Brian slowly moved closer, undoing his pants. His throbbing member was soon revealed, covered in a bead of pre-cum.

"So, what will you do with that, my love?" Brian teased, rubbing his hardness over her tongue.

"Well, I could bite it," Nia mocked, grabbing him and snapping her teeth. "Or I could lick it," she continued, before leaning in to taste his pre-cum. "Oh my, you're so delicious. I'm addicted to the taste of your manhood. I remember it so well, the day I took your huge cock into my wet mouth at my home," she reminisced as she pressed her thighs against Anna's head.

"I can't handle it, not with you right here, looking at me," Brian moaned.

Anna's breathing had increased in tandem with the speed of her tongue's movements. Brian tugged her hair, "You didn't ask to touch me!" Anna's eyes fluttered open, nerve-wracking apprehension radiating from her face. She was still semi-consumed with the taste of Nia on her face.

Nia ordered, "Get the package I got today. Forget about it after seeing your beautiful bald ass in front of me."

Anna stopped in her tracks and stared at the couple. "What should I do?"

"Undress and go fetch it!" Nia said, her gaze never breaking contact with her husband's pulsing erection.

The fear in her eyes was unmistakable. Slowly, Anna tugged off her loose-fitting shirt, exposing her small pink nipples. Her hands inched down her previous yoga pants, coating her limbs with her own excitement. As she stepped back toward the door, she thought of the package on the porch that Nia had mentioned. Not once did the idea of not retrieving it cross her mind. Instead, she trotted back to the door, her bare ass bouncing rhythmically.

Several minutes later, Anna returned, shocked by what she witnessed. Nia tossed Brian's cock around her mouth like a dinner roll. Love and excitement were warred within her, competing with her embarrassment. Wanting to touch herself, she held herself back when she remembered she needed Nia's approval.

When Brian reached his climax, he withdrew and splattered his seed all over Nia's ample breasts. Anna watched anxiously, lust breeding within her, as Nia's nipples pepped up exactly where his cum was creeping toward.

"She really looks horny, doesn't she?" Brian smiled, leering at Nia.

Nia gently traced her fingertips across Anna's petite breasts and squeezed her nipple, asking, "Do you crave your boyfriend's sperm all over my tits, Anna?"

Anna nodded and glanced up at Nia, understanding the desire in her eyes. "Yes, please. Be the dyke I am and lick the cum off my boobs."

"Give this box to him and continue."

As soon as Brian took the item from her, Anna pivoted and licked her tongue across one taut areola, initially avoiding her husband's semen and simply relishing the taste and sensation of Nia's breast. After a few minutes, Anna began lapping some of the leftover cum from her sweetheart's penis. Throughout this process, Anna had experienced more of Brian's cum in the last week than she had in the previous year, but always indirectly—cleaning up Nia or Kali.

Lost in her mission, Anna sucked on her husband's semen, kissing and slurping with great relish. Brian placed the box on the table and extracted a pink leather belt adorned with metal decorations along the waistline and the long strip running perpendicular. "What's this?" he inquired.

"A chastity belt," Nia answered, trying to suppress her laughter. "I figured it would be useful in teaching Anna not to touch herself." Nia snatched the belt from her and gently forced Anna back. Unclipping the multiple connections, she presented the garment to Anna. "Wear it."

"I don't want to." Anna's eyes darted to her husband, seeking his support, but he simply remained where he was, stroking his erect cock and coating its head in precum. His gaze remained aloof. Seeking solace, Anna debated before extending a hand to the belt. "Is this necessary?"

"What do you mean we?" he snorted sarcastically. "You're the one who can't obey. Yes, you have to wear this."

With anxious eyes on her spouse, Anna grappled with the belt. She encircled her waist and slid it down between her legs, the soft leather brushing against her skin. As she shifted, the supple material slid against her thighs and crotch, creating a pleasant tickle. A shiver traveled through her being, and she blushed when she realized that Brian and Nia were still evaluating her, both with satisfied smiles on their faces.

Nia snatched the lock from its casing and handed it to Brian. It was a small heart-shaped pendant that would shatter with ease if Anna had the intent to break free. He grasped the top section of the belt and pulled Anna towards him, his imposing figure conveying authority. He got up and slammed the lock through the holes of the belt. The pins clicked, and Anna's body quivered, her lips mouthing her words.

"What did you say, bitch?" Nia's harsh tone echoed in the room.

Anna's neck burned crimson as she whispered, "Thank you."

Nia gestured to Brian, kissing him deeply while he caressed her body.

Brian locked an arm around Nia's waist and pulled her to him, their groin pressing together, leaving precum staining his boxers. He ran a hand over her ample chest and squeezed a nipple. As she moaned into his mouth, he interjected, "Come on, my lover, let's go to my room so your husband can fill your pussy."

"Thank you," Anna said as she trailed behind them, the chastity belt's soft leather caressing her waist and crotch.

The deafening buzzing awakened Brian, his eyes increasing in size as he recognized the source of the noise. As he located the alarm clock to silence it, a merciless snore reverberated across the room. Nia pushed him, forcing him to turn off the sound and roll back over.

Reflecting upon the night before, Brian realized the key reason for his late slumber. After he and Nia performed a sexually charged game involving Anna as an observer, culminating in Nia's wearing her strap-on, and both Brian and Nia taking turns fucking Anna's eager ass—the dildo had been abandoned where they had deposited it. He smiled as he caught sight of the lurid item, now appearing as a reminder of a night of passion.

As he arose from the bed, he remembered the punishing session with Anna's tight hole. Nia and he took turns riding her, each climaxing while the other held Anna tightly. Their uninhibited passion had left a firm feeling in the air, arousing Brian once more as he realized the lingering evidence of them.

Wife was initially hesitant about being used, as she complained at the beginning. She even tried to break away when Nia first started having sex with her. However, a few light spanks on her behind made her change her mind, and she even started pushing her bottom toward the substantial purple phallus inside her. When Nia and Brian switched roles, it was the first time Brian had slept with his wife in a year. Although he didn't perform at his best after ejaculating thrice with Nia, he ensured to make the most of it.

After their intimate encounter, Nia removed the chastity belt from his wife and encouraged her to rest on the couch in the living hall. The two of them got cleaned up and went to bed. As morning approached, Brian had the urge to wake Nia up through oral sex. However, the hunger in his stomach stopped him. He realized that they skipped their meals the previous night.

He eyed Nia in bed before reluctantly getting out of it. Having not encountered her before she had met Nia, he wouldn't have imagined walking around the house bare-naked. But now, it felt quite natural. His cock swung back and forth with each step, and Kali's jibe about his cock earlier brought a small smile to his face. That smile turned into a full-blown grin when he witnessed Kali's backside, just as he entered the kitchen.

Kali, who possessed smaller proportions in comparison to Nia with a rounder posterior and slightly smaller breasts, was standing at the kitchen island. Her clothing was bunched up around one ankle. His wife Anna was sitting naked on the floor, with her legs apart and her arms wrapped around Kali's thighs, orally pleasing the black beauty. Her fingers dug deep into Kali's skin.

Brian couldn't help but admire the scene before him. He also caught a glimpse of Anna's pale, bald, moist vagina. He hadn't seen her private area in a long time, but after enjoying Nia and Kali often, hers seemed underwhelming. It was nothing compared to the sight of his white meat being engulfed by the dark phalluses of his sisters. Their engorged fleshy labias were always smeared with cum after the session.

A high-pitched moan snapped his attention back to the couple. Kali had one hand between her legs, holding Anna's head in place. Her buttocks bounced and swayed as she screamed in pleasure, and Anna's fingers dug deep into the black skin.

"Fk, fk, f**k. Yes, damn you! Don't stop!" Kali grunted, moving her hips and moaned again as the climax washed over her.

Brian waited until Kali supported herself completely on the island and was leaning against it before clapping. Kali smiled and wiggled her hips lightly at him as Anna struggled to free herself. He sneaked a peek at his wife, who had her mouth and chin covered in pussy juices. Her eyes were dull, almost like she had been drunk.

He confronted Kali while she rested her back against the island. She acknowledges his presence with a wide, suggestive smile and a wiggle of her hips. She fully took in his naked form, pausing to inspect the erection. He embraced her and gave her a loving, quick kiss on the lips.

"What a delightful sight to stumble upon in my kitchen this early in the morning. The question is, besides the apparent, why are you here so early?"

Kali turned toward him and pointed at the disassembled chastity belt box on the island. "I tried to reach Nia, but she wasn't answering, so I came to the house. She wasn't home, so I knew where she was. I decided I would wait for her when she woke up."

"You could've come here last night," Brian said, moving toward Kali and kissing her affectionately. "Want some coffee?"

"Of course. I've already had mine, but an extra cup never hurts." Kali pushed the box with the bulbous anal and vaginal stimulators toward Brian mischievously. "So, Nia received her package yesterday?"

girl said, "You're in charge now. You only needed a little screw to recover your self-confidence." She reached out and grasped his penis, gently wagging it a few times.

"Yeah. The present arrived. How did you know?" Kali's face showed a mix of surprise and embarrassment. "I'm an idiot, of course she told you about it."

"When the large head isn't getting enough oxygen." Kali placed her hand on his penis, causing it to glide up and down gently. She laughed. "You're still wrong, too. She didn't tell you; you chose this one yourself. She had other options she was considering, but I convinced her there was no reason to choose anything less than what she would end up in the long run."

Anna, standing at the sink, dropped a cup and slightly turned towards her husband. "Long term...?"

"Don't interrupt," Kali berated Anna, turning her attention back to Brian, "So where is her belt, by the way?"

"In the bedroom," Brian said. "Nia removed it when we fucked Anna's ass the prior evening and left it off because she was not used to wearing anything like that. We didn't want any issues overnight." He contracted his abdomen and flexed his penis, which brought a chuckle from Kali and harder tugs on his penis.

"That makes sense. When Nia wakes up, we'll need to retrieve it back on her." Kali glanced over at Anna, who was pouring coffee for both of them while blushing at the term she had recently denounced fiercely.

The woman of African descent slapped Anna's ass when she delivered the cups. "Would you tell him what you were doing when I entered this morning?"

Anna pleading look implored him, "Please."

"Don't 'please' me. You were the one acting like a dog in heat. Own up." Kali wrapped her hand around Anna's hip, compelling her to face her husband.

"That sounds serious," Brian said. "Was Nia being a slut this morning?" Brian made eye-contact with his spouse, making him aware of how long it had been since they were this close, naked, and gazing into each other's eyes. The day he entered Nia's house, yes, they had both been naked, but she had always been sucking his scrotum or cleaning his cum from one of the other women. In the past few days, there had been times when he had watched her service Nia and Kali, sometimes simultaneously, or she had watched him penetrate one or both of them. Even the previous night, during Nia's preliminary f**king and as Kali painted marks on her, Anna was dressed when they had been close to each other. This moment in the kitchen was different; it was reminiscent of their past years of intimacy and sexuality. Her expression displayed desire, but it was also covered by submissiveness that had never been there in the past.

Anna looked at her husband and implored him with her eyes. "I was. I was rubbing myself... my pussy."

"What else?" Kali demanded while encircling Anna's nipple with her hand.

"Please, Miss Kali," Anna begged. She twisted her body and bit her lip to stifle a moan.

"Say it." Kali compressed the small pink nipple tightly between her fingers.

"I begged you to fuck me. I miss you... your cock, Brian." She glanced up at him with a pleading look. "I want you inside me. Inside my pussy."

Kali brought her head to rest against Anna's cheek. "He is a black penis now, you racist pig. You should've fucked him when you had the chance. If you did it properly, it wouldn't have been easy for my sister to intercept him. Not that you can compete, with just these small tits." Kali squeezed Anna's breasts for emphasis before continuing. "Or these boyish hips." She whispered in Anna's ear, but made no effort to lower her voice. "Tell your husband you desire to fuck Kali, Brian. Say that he should fuck Kali's black pussy."

Anna struggled to swallow the lump in her throat. She had seen Nia and Kali receive Brian's cock multiple times. She had been forced onto her knees to watch his penis ram in and out of them and subsequently eaten his cum from their asses. However, this was the first time any of the females had demanded him to fk them. Instead of asking him to fk her, Kali suggested he f**k her, explicitly. The words nearly got stuck in her throat, but they escaped when she moaned from Kali's hand.

"Please fk Kali, Brian. I... I want to watch you fk her black pussy." She faltered when Kali pinched her nipple forcefully and inserted her slender fingers between her legs to rub her swollen labia.

"You're right, sweetheart," Kali purred. "We both know your innermost thoughts, so you're going to admit it. Admit that your husband prefers black pussy. What you consider inferior is better than what you can offer." Kali shoved her fingers inside Anna to drive home her point.

Anna collapsed back against Kali's fingers, her pussy filled for the first time in days. She tried to move, but she couldn't help but groan with pleasure. When she started to bounce, Kali pulled her fingers out, leaving Anna feeling empty. Anna threw a desperate look in her direction, only to be met with a wicked grin from the other woman who shook her head at the unspoken plea for more.

Anna turned her gaze back to her husband. "Please, fuck her. Let me watch. Let me lick and suck your balls while you pound her black cunt, Brian. I want to see you fuck a real woman - one with large breasts and a fat ass made for taking your big, white cock." Her words came out in a rush. She pushed the fact that Kali enjoyed this racist talk into the back of her mind, knowing it would piss off Nia. "My white pussy isn't good enough for you. You deserve Kali's. Fill her up so when I become a good little submissive for her, I'll be able to taste my husband again. If I'm good and make her cum, maybe you'll let me have your cock too? In my pussy?"

Brian pointed to the floor. "Get on your knees, Anna." His voice held a commanding and masculine tone she couldn't remember hearing from him in all the years they'd been together. A small smile played on her lips as she obeyed his order. She took a moment to admire the cock she'd been ignoring for a year. "Do you want to suck my cock again, Anna?"

Anna nodded eagerly and opened her mouth. Her hand started to reach for him, but Kali grasped her hair to make sure she knew who was in control. "Ask me, Anna."

Brian wasted no time. "May I, Anna?"

"Yes, sir." Anna trembled in anticipation. She looked back just in time to see Kali push her hips forward, unable to resist his touch. Bang! The sound of Kali's flesh slapping against her own caused her to recoil. Kali tossed her head, her voice muffled as she spoke. "Get under me, slut. Lick my clitoris again while your husband is fucking me."

Anna scurried between Kali and the counter but had to jump back when Kali bucked her hips once more. She settled back down, her nose filled with Kali's sweet scent. She reached out a hand to touch her pussy but stopped when she heard movement. She looked up to see the head of her husband's cock glisten with Kali's pussy juices. As he began sliding in and out of Kali, Kali squirmed beneath him. When the saliva landed, she groaned.

Finally, Brian reached for his balls. He examined them briefly before gripping his cock and then tapping the glistening tip against Kali's anus. Kali instinctively moved her hips, anxious to be penetrated in every way possible. Her bubbly ass bounced slightly as he paused briefly, savoring the anticipation his action evoked. "Get ready, Kali. My cock is about to plunge deep inside you."

"Fuck me, honey!" Kali yelled. "Motherfucker! How have we been together for so long without you giving me this?"

Brian started to slowly plunge in and out of Kali, amazed at how her ass gripped his cock. Each time he thrust, Kali shrieked in delight as her body stretched and took him deeper. Every squeal caused him to push deeper, delighting in the sound of her ecstasy. Finally, he sensed something wet licking his balls. He glanced down to see Anna lapping at his sac while watching him stretch and fill Kali's ass. "Where'd my pussy-eating slut go?"

"She's down here giving me pleasure, baby," Kali cooed as she arched her back.

"I'm sorry, my slutty little cocksucker," Brian teased. "It's time for me to finish." He paused, causing Kali to gasp, and buried his cock-head inside her anus. Kali's body arched back as he penetrated her deeply. Brian fucked Kali with quick, hard thrusts, watching his thick, white cock disappear inside her dark anus. "Hmm? You like my cock, Khali? Or all the black meat you've been stuffing down your throat making you unable to take a big white one?" Brian taunted, driving himself farther into her ass with each word. He was merely prolonging the moment before he let out a satisfied sigh. "Who's my little cocksucker? Who wants my cock? Ass?"

Kali let out a groan the moment she spoke; her delicate white fingers began caressing her clit as Brian pounded her ass harder and harder.

The kitchen reverberated with the sounds of flesh slapping and grunts, escaping from the lips of Brian and Kali. No one seemed to notice Nia standing with nakedness in the hall, recording them with her phone while simultaneously stimulating her own clit. As she saw Brian grip Kali's hips, his fingers clasping into her dark skin as passion consumed him during his thrusting into her from behind, she knew he was nearing his peak. Taking measured steps, she approached her sister and boyfriend.

"Filling her ass, or splattering her back with cum?" Nia asked as she lightly stroked his backside.

"Fuck me!"

Laughing, Nia showed her sister and boyfriend the video on her phone. They could witness Brian brutally pounding Kali and the uninhibited watchful eyes of Anna on them.

"And what is it that you fancy, boyfriend?" Kali inquired as she felt Brian growing tense from Nia's touch.

Kali's voice strained as she was brought close to climax with Kali's combination of anal and clitoral stimulation.

Impudently, a sudden deep thrust from Brian was his final answer as he unleashed his cum inside Kali. Anna had done her best to tenderly suck Brian's balls, but her efforts were drowned by her uncontrollable desire for satisfaction. Moments later, Kali was consumed by her own orgasm, her muscles tightening and wringing out the last of his ejaculate into herself.

Brian slowly pulled out of Kali, leaving a stream of cum behind for Nia to capture. Nia, carefully documenting every moment, unfalteringly recorded this intimate moment.

"You three are too loud in the morning," Nia muttered, disgusted. She tossed the now lukewarm coffee cup aside. "Pass me another and bring those mugs back to the counter."

Kali only began to move when Brian took his arm off Nia's shoulder. With his fingers sliding over Nia's breast, Nia pulled a shirt over her head. Unfortunately, this was not what she wanted. In annoyance, Nia shoved the cum-stained shirt in front of Anna.

"Put it on," Kali commanded.

Anna slowly understood that she had no chance of help from Brian. Seeing this, Anna pulled the shirt over her head and faced him with a whispered question.

"You're not going to avoid responsibility by ignoring me, are you?"

Brian flashed a smug grin at Kali as his fingers moved across Nia's breasts between fondling glances. Their gaze suddenly shifted to Anna, who was sighing at Brian and the two black women that simultaneously lingered in her home. Brian and Kali appeared utterly carefree despite Nia's discomfort.

"I think we had our share of fun. I don't mind hearing the noises you made in the morning," Nia rasped with lust. She turned to fondle Brian's butt, poking at the top of the crack. "I don't want to break him though. I wouldn't mind fucking him, as he seems up for it."

"Kali slept with him last night, didn't she?" Nia's eyes teased the dark complexion of the other woman. "Enjoyed it?"

The competitive streak in Kali asserted itself when she realized she had shared the night with another woman before her. The idea that she had come to the party first thrilled her, leaving her feeling utterly satisfied.

"Nia, you've already had your fun; turn the tables on me for once," Kali teased, inhaling deeply to hide her mirth.

"I did," Nia replied lazily. "What was your contribution last night?"

"Both of you had Brian last night."

Anna was perplexed and angrily gestured towards Nia. Brian stroked Nia's arm, drawing her eyes to him. Swiftly, Brian placed another cup in front of Nia and, reaching around her, held onto her hips.

"I like watching the two of you together," Anna observed with a pained look. "I don't know what to do about it though."

Nia stroked back, dismissing Anna's complaints. "I'm fine. What's the fuss?"

Kali, relishing the sisterly rivalry, confidently replied, "Nia had him first; that's what you're jealous of. I mean, you had him first and all the while, I was just watching." Kali smirked lewdly, truly the image of someone basking in the pride of being a witness to their own sister's suffering.

"You want my man?" Nia forced out between sips of her coffee. "I had mine last night and I still have one left."

She smoothed her hands over her fowl-mouth--a mix of curiosity and indifference.

Her remark prompted a shudder from Kali.

"Weren't you the one touting equality?" Nia scoffed.

Both sisters stared at one another, uncertainty clear in Anna's eyes. Sip by sip, they each watched the other. The uncertain, question-filled gazes turned to concerned expressions. Adding to the tension, Anna's shoulders rose, simplicity warring with fear and reluctance as memories of her sister's suggestive deeds filled her mind, as well as their shared night with Brian.

"Can't we just have some peace in the morning?" she requested timidly. "I mean, maybe less anal or a bit quieter so I can get some more sleep?"

"Tell us how you really feel, Annalee," Kali teased with twisted lips. Yet, it was Nia who fired the most lethal insult.

"Enjoy your newfound black dick lover, Kali." The mere mention of Kali's ethnicity roused a sullen groan from the young woman.

"Oh, come on, the two of you."

Duty bound, Anna made her way to the counter and restocked their cups. The scent swirling freely about the kitchen caused her stomach to churn.

Nia played innocently in Brian's lap as she sipped her coffee. "Good morning, love. Drink your coffee and enjoy the show."

Brian surprisingly told her she could suck his dick after their sessions. It was evident his interest was showing as he made this comment while they were still going at it.

"So it's true?" Nia questioned with an amused tone. "You're about to reward her for her hard work, huh?"

"If a promise is a promise," he responded, "come here, Anna. Bring a wet towel to clean me off."

The petite girl moved quickly, ripping the kitchen towel off the oven handle and immersed it in the sink before running back to her husband's side. Bending over, she wiped his erection with the warm, damp cloth. Eyes locked on Brian's face, she leaned closer,poised to take him into her mouth. However, Nia's hand stopped her abruptly.

"We're having a party," Nia said, typing away on her phone. "A mini celebration of us being together. We'll invite some friends over for a drink or two."

"Who exactly?"

"Known as naughty twins — Aimi and Jasper."

Kali's eyes sparkled with excitement. "I haven't seen them in ages, this is a great idea. You're awesome!"

Aimi and Jasper, two friends of theirs, who shared some fun times with them. All that was left was sending them the invite. Pulling her phone out from her pocket, she showed it to them displaying a group text. A photo of Brian's erection buried in Kali's ass, with Anna kneeling below displayed. The message next to it read:

"We're having a housewarming party. My sis loves it and neighbors are so nice. You should come and see it for yourselves."

Leaving them stunned, Nia's phone began chiming with a few responses.

"What time?" - Aimi

"Eight should work." - Kali

"Bring something?" - Jasper

"Let's say ... food and wine?" - Kali.

"Who else?" - Nia

"Let's see.....maybe Danny." - Jasper

Aimi chuckled, causing another wave of heat to course through Anna's body unseen by her lighter skin.

Nia leaned against the kitchen island and winked with an amused smile. "You're gonna be busy, while I'm entertaining them outside. Working hard while others play?"

Lupe and Aimi's messages made her laugh more.

"See me tonight. Dress up or stay away." - Nia, accompanied by a winking face.

*"The Baddie Neighbor"* - Excerpt from Chapter 1.

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Reporting for Booty - Snippet #1

Metallic sounds echoed through the hallway as two pairs of cowboy boots approached. She clung to the wall, the chair rail digging into her full hips. Her eyes remained fixed on the wall opposite, avoiding the approaching seniors. Her shoulders back made her breasts stand out prominently, and they always drew attention. Even while at attention, this effect was magnified.

"Move out of the way, fat ass."

"Give some space."

Gritting her teeth but maintaining a composed expression, she straightened her spine further. A giggle from the approaching seniors brought a deep red color to her cheeks despite her darker skin tone.

"Alright then," Nia teased, her hat still on, "wouldn't want to be rude. What's the matter, don't like what you see?" She twirled the end of her whip in her hand while she addressed her subjects."

One of them, a smooth-faced senior, lunged for her, but he wasn't ready for her reflexes. She dispatched him with a hip-check that had the added bonus of her buttocks brushing against him before he crumpled to the floor in a heap.

"Ouch. What did you learn cadet?" she asked, turning her attention to the last remaining.

It was a senior with a fierce gaze who had finally gained the courage to step forward. She smirked, unthreatened, waiting for him to say something.

He remained silent for a moment, then, unable to resist the temptation, he growled, "Ready to give in, cowgirl?"

Nia's eyes narrowed, lips curled into a smirk, and she winked as he leaped at her. She parried with a swift motion, sending him colliding with the wall and sliding down, groaning in pain from the impact.

"Better luck next time, Bitch. You could always come beg for your punishment from me later." She sauntered back to her horse, another victory to add to her score, another happy ending.

"What's next, Nia?" her steed snorted, "Riding naked in the street?"

"You see the potential here? With your help, the world's a big, big playground."

Moments after the second senior cadet finished her speech, the door next to her suddenly swung open. A man appeared, blocking the way. Both seniors nearly came to a halt on the tile, the confident vibe they'd had a moment ago disappearing. Confidence bolstered by the pins and ribbons on their khaki uniforms faded as they were confronted by the slim redheaded man in camouflage.

"Sir," one of them managed to croak out.

"Major Reinhardt," the other cadet mumbled as the green eyes bore into him.

"Mister Jacobs, Mister Upton. What's the rule on this floor?"

"No Corps Training... uh, Games sir." They tripped over each other.

"Why?"

" 'Cause this floor's a military training environment, not part of the Corps. Sir."

"What did you call Cadet Thomas?"

The two cadets fell silent, not wanting to answer. They hated to admit it, knowing full well what they meant when referring to it under threats of having their nails removed would have outed the truth. Major Reinhardt's piercing green eyes stared down one of them.

"Meat. Sir," the other cadet eventually spoke up.

"Is she a piece of meat, Mister Upton? Does my hallway look like some slaughterhouse for sides of beef?"

"No sir."

"How was she blocking the hallway when she was standing at attention outside your office? You know what I'm referring to, Mister Jacobs. She wasn't blocking anything, was she?"

Both young men hesitated, reluctant to admit their meaning. They hoped it would all end soon.

Standing against the wall, Cadet Thomas fought a smile. She'd heard about Major Reinhardt's reputation as a strict disciplinarian, but this was her first time witnessing it first-hand. Carl Upton had a reputation in the barracks as a problematic asshole. Seeing his angry, frustrating expression reminded her of freshmen he had harassed in their outfit, Squadron 30. The urge to laugh almost erupted.

The Major waited a moment longer, then continued, "Since neither of you has anything more to say, I suggest you apologize to Miss Thomas." The young men turned their heads, but Major Reinhardt cut in once more. "Face her like men." They executed a swift military movement and faced her, Mister Jacobs still as pale as a ghost, while Mister Upton was red with rage and embarrassment.

Robert Jacobs spoke up first, almost stuttering as he spoke, "I'm sorry, Miss Thomas."

"For what, Mister Jacobs?"

"I was out of line for telling you to get out of the way when clearly you were just waiting for the Major."

"Miss Thomas, do you accept it?"

"Yes, sir." Her voice was small compared to the male cadets and Major Reinhardt's deep baritone.

"You're not one of mine." Robert Jacobs turned to go, but then realized he was heading towards the forbidden main stairs. He paused before quickly heading back, scurrying past the other two cadets and the Major.

The Major turned his attention to Carl Upton, "Mister Upton, it's your turn."

He ground his teeth together and spoke, through a tight jaw, "I'm sorry, Miss Thomas..." He hesitated and swallowed angrily, "for the way I spoke to you. It was inappropriate."

"Miss Thomas?"

"I accept your apology, sir."

"Mister Upton, you're one of mine. Don't make me find out about this at the barracks. Dismissed."

Carl Upton gave Cadet Thomas a threatening glare, then turned to go down the main stairs. His clicking heels echoed with his anger. He held himself up straight, as if to suggest he was proud, but it just radiated petulant defiance. He stopped sharply when the Major called out behind him.

"Mister Upton, I know you're a leader in Miss Thomas' outfit in the barracks. You wouldn't want me hearing about this at the barracks, would you?"

"Yes, sir." His voice was tense and grinding as he vanished down the stairs.

Sergeant Major Reinhardt didn't even look up from the papers on his desk when he addressed the cadet. "So, why are you here?"

"I flunked my PT test, sir," she replied.

"All components of it, Miss Thomas. That's completely unacceptable." He pushed three pieces of paper towards her. "One for your unit commander, one for your PT instructor, and one for you. Starting tomorrow at 05:00, report outside the building. You, along with two other individuals, will undergo training under my supervision. Got it?"

"Yes, sir."

"At ease, Miss Thomas." Once she complied, he asked, "Are you alright after the confrontation in the hallway?"

"Sir?" Her brows furrowed when she heard the question.

"You know, that incident with Mr. Upton and Mr. Jacobs. They were out of line, and I won't stand for it. I won't stand for that sort of," he noted, visibly seething, "conducted towards you."

Cadet Thomas stared at the officer, feeling a fluttering sensation in her chest. She wasn't used to a man not leering at her when they spoke, especially when the topic turned to breasts. She bit her lip, struggling to keep her composure as she tried to answer, "Yes, sir. It's not the first time that I've..." she awkwardly searched for the right words "...experienced comments about, you know..."

The officer snarled in displeasure, but he managed to maintain his gaze on her face instead of looking down. His eyes, still blazing with rage, were protective rather than sexual. This rare reaction left her curious as the nerves manifested as butterflies creating a burning sensation in her abdomen.

"I will be informed if Mister Upton commits any more misconduct," he said, his fingers creating a steeple in front of his face. His tone mellowed a tad around the edges. "I expect a report from you as well. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Alright. Dismissed, Miss Thomas. See you for training early in the morning. Not a minute late."

"Yes, sir! I'll be on time for PT." She then left the room.

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