Lusting after Michiko Part Four Michiko didn't remember any dreams from that night. But the next morning she woke up feeling strangely excited. Something was happening now. Her neighbour had taken a step further - proving that he wasn't just a repetitive nutcase. Who knew what he'd think of next? Her mood was great. She danced around her apartment, humming to herself as she got ready for work. She even decided to wear an outfit that was a little bit sexier than usual: A short black skirt and black stockings, with a white satin blouse showing just a hint of cleavage. At work, she could see her male colleagues noticing her appearance. But she only got the most innocent compliments, like "you're looking good today" or "is that a new skirt?" Still, she enjoyed the attention - and tried to imagine what her neighbour would think. When she came home, he'd left the usual presents for her. This time, the bouquet was white and orange again. And on her door he'd left the usual stains of semen. Michiko felt a strange tingle between her legs at the sight. The whole situation was so kinky. And she felt that she was partly responsible. After all, she hadn't tried to stop it. She could have reported him to the police, but she hadn't. Instead, last night, she'd played along with his perverted games. Which in fact made her an accomplice. She looked at the stains on the door. This was his sperm. She shivered at the thought. Last night she'd seen him masturbating, heard his grunts of pleasure and watched his jerking cock spurting jets of creamy spunk all over her window. Michiko wondered what his semen tasted like. Normally, she found the taste of semen slightly disgusting. But she'd noticed than when she was very aroused, she actually craved the spicy taste on her tongue. Then, feeling a cock pumping its salty load into her mouth, the taste actually added to her excitement. She looked up and down the hallway. Then she knelt down, stuck out her tongue and licked a drop of sperm off her door. It had a powerful, salty taste, not really unpleasant - or maybe she was just getting aroused. Michiko licked another glob of semen off the polished wooden surface, savouring the taste of thick, creamy liquid. She kept licking, wanting to swallow every last drop of her neighbour's sperm. God, this was so kinky - it really turned her on. She couldn't help herself. Her fingers reached inside her panties and found her clit. And there in the hallway, Michiko began to masturbate, licking a strange man's semen off the door to her own apartment. Suddenly, she heard a door handle turning further down the hall and jumped to her feet. Hurriedly, she grabbed the bouquet and stumbled into her apartment, locking the door behind her. Michiko's fingers were wet from her juices. She put them in her mouth and licked them clean. Then she arranged the flowers in yet another vase. Amazingly, none of the bouquets had started to wilt yet, and she was running out of vases. She felt a bit weird - the shock hadn't quite killed her excitement. She considered just throwing herself on the couch and masturbating herself to an orgasm. But somehow she felt that it would be wrong. Maybe her neighbour had something planned. In fact, she was almost certain he had. And in that case she should probably just wait and see. So Michiko lay on the couch, trying to relax. The itch between her thighs was so strong, it was almost painful. It would so much easier to get herself off and get it over with. But no - she had to wait and see what her neighbour had planned for tonight. After half an hour, she just wished he would hurry up and do something. She went to the door and looked through the spyglass. Nothing. She looked through her windows to both balconies. Not a trace of him anywhere. Restless, Michiko poured herself a vodka and collapsed on her couch. She turned on the TV to the same stupid game show she'd seen the other night - in fact it appeared to be a rerun of the same episode. She sipped her drink and sighed. The doorbell rang. She smiled. So her neighbour was going to pay her a visit tonight. She got up from the couch and checked herself in the mirror. Oh yes, she was looking pretty good: Her short, jet-black hair slightly ruffled, her blouse revealing her figure, and the short black skirt showing off her shapely legs. Walking to the door, she hesitated: What was he going to do to her? He had already revealed his kinky side. He was an imaginative suitor - some would call him a pervert and a stalker. After exposing himself to her, letting her watch him masturbate and ejaculate - what next? When she opened the door, would he throw himself at her and rip off her clothes? The very thought made her wet. She was too excited to think - she wanted this to happen, whatever it was. With trembling fingers, she opened the door. It wasn't him. To her surprise, she looked into the eyes of a handsome black man about her own age. He was impeccably dressed in a sleek dark suit and tie. "Good evening," he said. "Your neighbour sent me. May I come in?" Michiko's mouth fell open. She was unable to speak for a moment. "I..." she finally said. "Um, sure. Come on in." The black man entered her apartment, and she closed the door behind them. He stood by the window, looking out. "May I ask," she said, "why did he send you?" The black man turned around and looked at her curiously. He slowly pulled off his jacket, then his tie, then his shirt. "It's up to you, Miss," he said quietly. "I'm at your disposal." He was thin, but muscular, his dark brown skin glistening in the lamplight. Still looking at her, he opened his belt and unzipped his pants. He kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants off. Michiko was about to ask him to stop, but she was too surprised to utter a word. The black man stood there dressed only in boxer shorts - which he then pulled off, standing naked in front of her. She couldn't help looking at his cock. It was quite long, exquisitely shaped and a dark, chocolate brown. As she looked at him, it quivered slightly, beginning to rise. "Oh, shit," she whispered. "Come here," the black man said in a soft, soothing voice. Michiko moved slowly towards him. He gently touched her arm, making her tremble. "Don't be afraid," he whispered. His calm was reassuring. She relaxed and obliged as he gently led her towards the small table in front of the window. Touching her softly, the black man made her bend over and placed her hands on the table top. Then he stood next to the table and let her watch as he massaged his cock. Within seconds it grew to a full erection. Michiko had never seen a man get a hard-on this fast. His cock was long, dark and shiny. He stood behind her, out of her view. Yet she saw his reflection in the windowpane - his stiff cock visible above her buttocks. And that's when she saw him: Just visible in the lamplight shining through the window, her neighbour stood on her balcony looking in at her. How did he get there? This time, though, he was fully dressed, wearing a dark suit over a black t-shirt. Michiko froze as she felt the black man's fingers touching the insides of her thighs, moving up towards her pussy. She gasped. He lifted up her skirt, his fingers skilfully slipping inside the crotch of her panties, gently caressing her labia. She was so wet, it was almost embarrassing. His slender fingers explored her tender flesh, slick from her juices. As she squirmed, she was aware that her ass wiggled in front of the black man's face. Grinning, her neighbour unzipped his fly. Slowly, teasingly, he pulled his semi-erect cock out from inside his pants. He even managed to pull his hairy, bulging balls through the zipper. Looking at Michiko, he caressed his cock and balls. Then he grabbed the shaft and slowly began stroking it, making the bluish head swell. As she watched, she was aware of the black man's fingers slipping inside her pussy, gently moving back and forth - at first slowly, but soon sliding in and out of her flesh with faster and faster movements. His other hand pulled the crotch of her panties aside. And when she felt something soft and wet against her pussy, she knew it was his tongue. "Oh God," she gasped. Slurping loudly, the black man sucked at her flesh, licking her, drinking the juices that flowed from her excited pussy. She sobbed quietly, as he thrust the tip of his tongue into her soft crevice, licking her from the inside. Quivering with pleasure, Michiko held onto the edge of the table. Outside the window, her neighbour masturbated, watching her and enjoying every minute. The black man pulled his mouth away from her pussy. She heard the rustling of a condom packet being opened. As he once more pulled the crotch of her panties aside she felt the hard tip of his cock pushing against her labia. Her muscles tensed up. She was wet and more than ready for him, but it was as if she was suddenly afraid. As if her pussy muscles tightened against her will, preventing the black man's cock from entering her. He held onto her hips and pushed forwards with greater force. Michiko felt the heat of his skin through the smooth surface of the condom. Eyes closed, she spread her legs wide, trying to relax. And finally she felt her labia yielding, as he forced the tip of his cock into her pussy. They sighed in unison, as he slowly pushed forward, his erect shaft entering her inch by inch. "Yes!" she gasped. Her neighbour grinned viciously, stroking his stiff cock at the sight. Michiko felt the black man's tool slowly penetrating her flesh, burying its entire length inside her. She clenched her pussy muscles around it, as he pulled back and thrust into her again. Over and over, his erect cock slipped in and out of her dripping wet slit, making her whimper with lust. Her excitement was unbearable. It was as if her orgasm was pent up inside her, ready to be released. The slightest stimulation would cause her to explode in a surge of pleasure. The black man kept a steady rhythm, pumping her tender pussy like a piston. "Oh! Oh!" she cried in time with his thrusts. She stared at her neighbour's cock, rough veined skin stretched across its stiff shaft. He kept masturbating, his cock releasing tiny droplets of clear liquid, dripping onto the concrete floor of her balcony. As she watched him, she felt the black man's cock plunging deeper and deeper into her pussy, pushing her back and forth across the table top. Michiko cried out with pleasure, as the orgasm hit her. "Aaah! Aaah!" Her climax was so violent, it was almost painful. She felt her sex clutching his pumping tool, as waves of ecstatic pleasure coursed through her body. The black man didn't stop fucking her, didn't even slow down. In her orgasmic daze, she felt his slippery cock hammering into her over and over, relentlessly. She sobbed helplessly, feeling her excitement already building towards another climax. Suddenly, he let his cock slip out of her aching pussy, only to thrust it all the way back in. He pulled out again and penetrated her once more. Again and again he repeated this motion, letting Michiko feel every inch of his long, erect cock. "Is it good, Miss?" he whispered in her ear. "Oh yes," she gasped. "Fuck me." "Come here," he said. Grabbing her gently by the shoulders, he pulled her off the table and steered her towards the window. Still trembling from her orgasm, Michiko stood in front of the pane and leant forwards slightly, placing her hands on the cold glass. Grinning, her neighbour kept masturbating, now inches away from her body, with only the glass separating them. She looked straight into his eyes. They were mad with lust. Still fully dressed, she spread her legs. She felt the black man lifting up her skirt, pushing the crotch of her panties aside and slipping his long, hard cock into her slit from below. Then, holding onto her hips, he began fucking her in a fast, steady rhythm, plunging his cock in and out of her succulent pussy. Her nipples were hard, pushing against the thin fabric of her blouse. Watching them fuck standing up, her neighbour stroked his cock faster and faster. His face was flushed with excitement, his eyes bulging. She looked straight at him. Having sex with a complete stranger was outrageous enough. But what really turned her on was having her neighbour watch her as she did. And she could tell that he was enjoying every second. He obviously had a serious crush on her. He desired her - wanted her. That's what this was all about: The semen stains, the mutual masturbation, and now hiring a man that could fuck her while he watched. Would he ever approach her himself? Or was his desires too twisted? Looking at him masturbating, she wanted to turn him on as much as possible, wanted to make him come. The black man's cock thrust into her over and over, driving her ever closer to another orgasm. And knowing that her neighbour was going to watch it - and knowing that the sight might make him come as well - finally pushed her over the edge. "Ohhh!" With a loud scream, Michiko climaxed again. She almost fell over, the black man's cock still thrusting in and out of her slippery pussy. Her sex muscles tensed up, clutching his hard shaft, as she gasped in ecstasy. The sight of Michiko's orgasm seemed to set off both men. First, she felt the black man's cock swelling inside her, until he quickly pulled out. Next, she heard the sound of the condom being torn off. And then the sound of the black man, roaring with pleasure as he came. The first spurt of his hot semen landed on her back - she felt it, wet and heavy, through the thin silk of her blouse. Another spurt flew almost all the way to her shoulders. Grunting, the black man kept ejaculating. Outside the window, her neighbour suddenly froze, grabbing his cock in his fist. She saw his hairy balls tightening and his glans swelling, as his orgasm approached. Then, with a loud gasp, he threw his head back as he climaxed. She blinked involuntarily as the first jet of sperm shot out of his cock, aimed towards her face. Instead, it hit the window pane, spattering and flowing down the glass. Moments later, another shot of semen joined it - and another. Her neighbour masturbated, forcing spurt after spurt from his swollen cock. As the two men emptied themselves, their grunts and moans subsided. Breathing heavily, Michiko watched her neighbour's thick sperm trickling down the window in front of her face. She wanted to stick her tongue out and lick it up. "Ahhh..." the black man said. "That was nice." Her neighbour shook the last drops from his cock and zipped up. Then, he calmly pushed the glass door aside and entered the room. He patted her cheek. "Good girl," he said, grinning. Michiko stood up and turned around, her head still spinning from her last orgasm. Her neighbour turned to the black man who was calmly getting dressed again. "And good job, Frank," her neighbour said. "I enjoyed it." "My pleasure," the black man replied, zipping up his pants. Her neighbour reached into his pocket, pulled out a handful of bills and handed it to the black man. "Thanks," he said, quickly counting the money and placing it in his wallet. "Okay, let's go," her neighbour said. "We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow." The black man buttoned his shirt and pulled his jacket on. Then, the two men walked to the door and let themselves out. In the doorway, her neighbour turned and looked back at her. "Yes," he said with a nasty smile. "You heard me, Michiko. I'm not finished with you yet." And he closed the door behind him. Michiko stared at the closed door. Still shaking, she went to her drinks cabinet and poured herself a vodka. Tomorrow. What was going to happen tomorrow? Tonight, he'd hired a stranger to fuck her, while he watched. And he had even more plans for tomorrow? What kinky excesses did he have in mind? Sitting on her couch, sipping the vodka, she smiled. Yes, her neighbour was some sort of sex freak, and she was now the object of his twisted desires. But by now, Michiko had begun to realize one very important thing. She was enjoying it.