Neighbors.3

More than a month passed without us seeing each other again. I even thought he had moved. We met at the neighborhood café and he was the one who approached me again. He explained that there had been a moment with his wife but the encounter had failed again. Mainly due to his "intensity" in the sexual realm.

The minimal conversation we have already excites me and I start thinking about the previous experiences with Dimas again. I can't miss the opportunity and "invite" him to have a drink at my apartment. He accepts, seems determined, and when we enter my flat, he makes his intentions clear:

- Are you going to do what I want?

I quickly reply yes, and he tells me to prepare condoms and a porn movie. To prepare a gin and tonic but leave the bottle nearby. He instructs me to undress but if I have a jockstrap to hide my "little d*ck," I should put it on.

I prepare everything and leave the condoms nearby. I kneel down and start to unlace his shoes. He, focused on the video, begins to grow his package. In silence, I start to lick his feet and I notice he enjoys it.

- Look in that bag - I hadn't noticed the small bag he had brought with him.

I open it and see red lingerie, like what people usually wear for New Year's Eve.

- Put it on! - he says smiling.

So, he was expecting me and ready at the café.

I have never cross-dressed before and I'm a bit embarrassed, but I do it. It seems they are close to my size: panties and a bra with lace. Naturally, the bra is empty.

- Lick again! - he orders.

He has also brought a long silk scarf with which he ties my hands behind my back. Strongly. I can't try to untie myself. Then he goes to the door of my apartment and opens it: my surprise increases when I see someone entering. In a ski mask. I don't recognize him although I can see his body perfectly with black tracksuit. I'm stunned. They smile but they are also nervous.

Dimas has taken off his pants and underwear, sat back down and grabs my head directing it to his balls for me to lick. His arrogant attitude turns me on and I lick everything slobbering and getting more excited. His d*ck also gets hard.

At one point, I realize the "guest" in the black tracksuit is recording us with his phone.

- Do you see how he likes it? And the b*stard is good at it: I'm going to c*m soon...

Indeed, holding my head tightly, he f*cks my mouth until he c*ms in a few minutes. I have no choice and swallow all his c*m.

They exchange some words between them. I can't hear them properly but I see the tables turn. Now it's the "guest" who sits down, lowers his tracksuit. He's already hard. He starts f*cking my mouth even harder while Dimas is now the one recording.

Dimas also encourages him to insult me and slap my a*s, each time harder. With all that, the second one also c*ms, but on my face, pulling out fast and on time. Dimas also takes a photo of me with my face stained.

And now, relaxed and smiling, the "new" one removes the ski mask and indeed, I recognize him, he's Ramón, a municipal police officer who lives in the building across the street.

They both quickly get dressed and before leaving, Dimas shows me the phone, as a threat: "You know what's there!"