My Mature Neighbor Turned Me into Her Dog

I live in a quiet housing development, the kind where almost everyone leaves their car on the street and we cross paths every day while taking out the trash, coming home from work, or going for a run. For months I got used to seeing her from a distance, always at the same time, always returning from her walk with a firm stride, her ponytail high and that carefree way of moving that made it impossible not to look at her.

Her name was Nadia. She was unmistakably an adult woman, the kind who didn't need to pretend to be anything to attract attention. Tall, blonde, with wide hips, a defined waist, and big tits that she almost never fully concealed because she rarely wore a bra. I pretended to act normal, but every time she passed me, I felt desire land like a hard blow in my stomach.

That morning, the heat had been sticky since early on. I was running late, my car keys in my hand, when I saw her turn the corner of her house. She was drenched in sweat, wearing a gray T-shirt plastered to her body and black leggings so tight they outlined every curve of her legs and ass.

I couldn't hide it. The damp fabric revealed the outline of her nipples beneath her shirt, and when my gaze dropped, the shape of her tightly pressed pussy under her pants left me rooted to the sidewalk. It was one of those idiotic seconds when you know you ought to look away and still can't.

—Good morning —she said, stopping a few steps away—. What disgusting heat.

—You can tell —I blurted before thinking about what I was saying.

She arched an eyebrow. I was already red, but the worst was yet to come.

—I'm going to take a shower, because look at me —she added, pointing to her wet shirt.

And I, like a horny idiot whose filter had suddenly broken, replied:

—You look gorgeous. I'd shower you with my tongue.

The silence fell on me like a slab of stone. Her expression changed. So did mine. I felt embarrassment rise up my neck, and I was about to apologize, say it had been a stupid joke, anything that might fix the situation.

But Nadia said nothing. She turned around, walked to her door, and put the key in the lock. Before going inside, she turned her head and looked at me over her shoulder.

—Do you really want to do it? —she asked, with a calmness that threw me off.

—Yes —I answered instantly.

—And your wife?

I swallowed.

—She doesn't have to find out.

Nadia opened the door all the way and held my gaze.

—Then come in. We'll talk.

I followed her with my heart pounding. As soon as I crossed the threshold, the smell of her house hit me: clean, fresh, with an undertone of recent sweat coming from her body that aroused me even more. She closed the door, set her keys on a console, and turned toward me without any hurry.

—If this continues, it will be my way —she said—. I'm in charge here. You obey. If I give you an order, you carry it out. If you hesitate, you leave. It's that simple.

I couldn't take my eyes off her chest rising and falling beneath the damp shirt.

—Yes.

—Don't answer me as though you're drunk. Do you really understand?

—Yes, I understand.

She came one step closer. I could smell her hot skin.

—There is no turning back once we begin —she murmured—. If you continue, you'll do what I say even if it embarrasses you, even if you don't expect what I ask of you. Do you want to continue?

My cock was pressing hard against my pants just from the way she spoke to me.

—Yes. I want to continue.

The corner of her mouth curved slightly.

—Good. Get undressed here.

I looked at the entryway, the mirror, the staircase to one side, and felt a tremor of pure embarrassment.

—Here?

—Either you obey or you walk out that door.

She didn't give me time to think any longer. I took off my shirt, then my shoes, my pants, and my underwear. When I finished, I was completely naked in front of her, stiff from nerves more than arousal. Nadia slowly looked me over, shamelessly, assessing me as if she'd just bought something she was now inspecting.

—So this is the brave mouth that talks in the street —she said.

She grabbed my cock with one hand, not tenderly but with authority, and pulled me toward the hallway.

—Come.

We entered her bedroom. The blinds were half lowered, and the room smelled of body lotion and clean clothes. She stood in the middle of the room with her hands on her waist.

—Now undress me.

I came closer and lifted her shirt. The smell of her sweat hit me full force, strong and animal, and aroused me more than I would ever have admitted. Her heavy, large tits appeared beneath it, free, their nipples hardened by the heat. I pulled the garment off completely, and she raised her arms without helping me in the slightest.

I saw the dark hair in her armpits, and it shook me with a mixture of kink and submission I hadn't known I possessed. I knelt without her ordering me to. I untied her sneakers, removed them, and slowly pulled the leggings down her thighs.

When the fabric fell to her ankles, her pussy was right at the level of my face. She had hair there too, damp and flattened by sweat. Before I could do anything, Nadia gripped the back of my head hard and slammed my mouth against her crotch.

—Clean my pussy —she ordered—. Since you offered, do it properly.

I stuck out my tongue and ran it between her lips. She tasted of salty sweat and hot fluid. She let out a deep moan and pressed my head harder. I began licking hungrily, opening her pussy with my tongue, pushing it in as far as I could while my hands gripped her thighs.

—That's it. No disgust —she said—. I want you to swallow everything.

I licked her from bottom to top, focusing on her clitoris until her legs trembled. Then I plunged my tongue back inside, feeling her grow wetter and wetter. The smell was strong, dirty in the best possible sense, and it was driving me crazy. She was breathing faster and faster, and every so often she rubbed her pussy against my face as though using me as a towel.

—Don't stop, dog. Don't stop.

That word went through me. Dog. It didn't humiliate me; on the contrary, it made me rock-hard. I kept licking, sucking, pushing my tongue between her swollen lips until Nadia suddenly came with a sharp spasm. She pressed my head against her pussy while she shook, filling my mouth with her hot cum.

I swallowed without pulling away. She gasped, relaxed for a second, and I took the opportunity to kiss her wet vulva, slowly cleaning it.

—Good boy —she murmured, and that praise aroused me more than any caress.

She dropped onto her back on the bed, spread her legs, and looked at me with eyes heavy with arousal.

—Now you're really going to shower me with your tongue. All of me. From my feet to my neck. I don't want a single dry spot.

I moved to the edge of the bed and took one of her feet in my hands. I began licking the arch, the heel, each toe one by one, putting them in my mouth while she shifted and exhaled small, satisfied moans. I'd never done anything like it, but the way she looked at me, using me without shame, had me completely surrendered.

I went up her ankles and calves, leaving slow trails of saliva. I kissed her knees and the insides of her thighs, and when I tried to return to her pussy, she stopped me with a gesture.

—Not yet. I told you all of me.

I obeyed. I licked her hairy groin, then her damp belly, her navel, and continued up to her tits. They were even better up close than I had imagined so many times. Big, heavy, with warm skin and a clean smell mixed with sweat that I found obscenely arousing.

I kissed them underneath, where the skin was hottest, and she lifted them herself so I could lick the damp crease that formed beneath them.

—More —she told me—. I sweat underneath there too. I want to feel your tongue.

I sucked her nipples eagerly, alternating between one tit and the other, biting them just enough to draw a stronger moan from her. Nadia grabbed my hair and forced me upward toward her armpits.

—Clean them.

I didn't argue. I ran my tongue over the wet hair, breathing in her body odor at point-blank range. I did it again and again, slowly, while she closed her eyes and arched her back, clearly aroused by being attended to in such an exact, filthy way.

I was burning. My cock hung hard and heavy, dripping onto the bedspread. Nadia opened her eyes, looked at it, and smiled.

—I see the little dog likes serving.

She grabbed me by the chin and made me look at her.

—But you haven't earned anything yet.

She turned over on the bed and got down on all fours. Her ass, broad and firm, was in front of my face. She spread her cheeks with one hand and showed me her tight, clean, provocative asshole.

—Now eat my ass.

I hesitated for a second. She turned her head.

—I warned you. I'm in charge here.

Arousal overcame my surprise. I leaned in, pulled her cheeks apart with both hands, and cautiously began licking her ass. Nadia let out a satisfied growl.

—More. Don't brush against me. Lick.

I obeyed. I stuck my tongue out fully and pushed it between her cheeks, moving from pussy to asshole and asshole to pussy, soaking her. She began masturbating herself in front, forcefully pushing two fingers inside while I worked behind her. The more I licked her ass, the more she writhed.

—Fuck, yes... like that... —she panted—. I want to feel your tongue inside there. Harder.

I drove my tongue in as far as I could, insisting in slow circles around her hole and then pressing into the center. She pushed her ass against my face, practically fucking my mouth, while she fingered herself in front. When she reached orgasm, she fell half face-first onto the bed and trembled with hoarse moans that left me even more submissive.

I kept licking her until she pushed me away with a gentle slap on the cheek.

—Mmm... you were born for this —she said, still panting—. But I want to find out how far you can go.

She stood up, opened the nightstand drawer, and took out a bottle of body oil.

—Get on all fours on the bed.

The order sent a strange jolt through my chest. Even so, I followed it. I felt the mattress sink behind me and, a moment later, Nadia's oiled hands wrapped around my cock from underneath. She stroked it slowly, firmly squeezing the slippery shaft, and I let out a moan that embarrassed me because of how needy it sounded.

—Look at you —she mocked near my ear—. So horny you tremble just because a neighbor touches your cock.

She jerked me with a delicious, long, steady rhythm, using more pressure than I would have given myself. Her tits brushed my back whenever she leaned forward, and that soft, heavy contact was undoing me. I was breathing with difficulty, completely at her mercy.

—Are you going to come already? —she asked—. Do you have so little stamina?

—No... —I lied, though I was at the limit.

Then she slipped a finger into my ass without warning.

I tensed all over and let out a choked cry.

—Stay still —she said, giving one of my cheeks a sharp slap—. I'm in charge here.

She withdrew her finger for barely a second, added more oil, and entered again, deeper this time. She continued jerking me off at the same time. The contrast between the discomfort of my ass opening and the brutal pleasure of her hand left me breathless.

—Relax —she ordered—. If you clench, it hurts more. If you obey, you enjoy it.

I tried to loosen up. She noticed the change and smiled.

—That's it. Good dog.

She inserted a second finger. The sensation became more intense, dirtier, more humiliating and more exciting all at once. Every time she stroked me upward, her fingers moved inside me and drew involuntary spasms from me.

—Look how much you like it —she whispered—. You act surprised, but you're dripping.

It was true. The tip of my cock was soaked. Nadia sped up a little without losing the pressure of her hand or the movement of her fingers inside my ass. I wasn't thinking about anything anymore. I only moaned, supported on my hands, letting myself be used.

—Ask for it.

—Please...

—No. Ask me to let you come.

The sentence filled me with fierce embarrassment, and perhaps for that very reason it broke me inside.

—Let me come, please.

She squeezed my cock harder.

—Tell me who's in charge.

—You.

—Again.

—You're in charge.

—Now you may. Come.

I came instantly, helplessly, with a brutal convulsion that emptied me onto the sheet in thick spurts. Nadia didn't remove her hand until she'd squeezed out the last drop. Her fingers remained inside my ass while I panted and trembled, completely defeated.

When I had recovered a little of my breath, I felt the fabric beneath my face. She had lifted the stained sheet and held it in front of my mouth.

—Clean it.

I looked at her over my shoulder, still panting.

—What?

She slapped me again, harder this time.

—Don't make me repeat myself.

I stuck out my tongue and licked my semen from the fabric. The salty, thick taste, combined with the humiliation of doing it while her fingers continued playing inside my ass, drew another involuntary moan from me. Nadia laughed softly, satisfied.

—You're filthier than you look.

She finally withdrew her hand and made me sit up. Then she pointed toward the bathroom door.

—Come. I'm not finished with you yet.

I followed her as though I were wearing an invisible leash. In the bathroom, she opened the shower door and pointed to the floor.

—On your knees.

I obeyed. The tile was cold beneath my knees. Nadia stepped into the shower with me, braced one hand against the wall, and spread her legs to bring her pussy back to my face.

—Suck.

I began licking her eagerly again. By then I was completely surrendered to her smell, her taste, and the mixture of authority and shamelessness with which she handled me. I pushed my tongue inside her, moved up to her clitoris, then down again, feeling her grow softer with pleasure against my mouth.

—Don't move your face away, no matter what happens —she warned.

The sentence confused me for barely a second. Then I understood why she'd said it. Without stopping her pressure on my head, she began to urinate. The hot stream hit my mouth, chin, and chest. My instinct was to pull away, but she held me firmly.

—Stay still. Keep going.

I obeyed. I continued licking as best I could amid the warm flow pouring over me. The sensation was extreme, dirty, unexpected, and yet it made me even harder than I had thought possible after coming. Nadia moaned as she pissed on me, wildly aroused by dominating every one of my reactions.

When the stream ended, she let me breathe for a second, but immediately pushed me against her pussy again.

—Now finish this for me.

I sucked her clitoris insistently, using my tongue in short, rapid circles. She began trembling again, grabbed my hair, and rubbed me against herself until she came in my face once more, this time with a long, shuddering orgasm that left her leaning against the wall, catching her breath.

She turned on the shower. Warm water fell over both of us, washing away sweat, saliva, traces of urine, and the thick smell of sex filling the bathroom.

—You passed —she said at last, looking me up and down—. With flying colors.

She handed me a bottle of shower gel.

—Now wash me.

I lathered her entire body with my hands, but whenever I tried to move quickly down her thighs, she stopped me.

—Slowly. I want you to touch me properly.

I washed her legs, belly, tits, armpits, and ass. When I reached her pussy, she spread her legs farther and let me do it carefully, caressing her between the lips with soap and warm water. She smiled like someone enjoying a service she deserved.

Then she made me turn around.

—Your turn.

She soaped my chest and abdomen, moved down to my already half-hard cock, and rubbed it with gentle, mocking strokes. Then she slipped two fingers between my buttocks to clean me inside with almost obscene thoroughness.

—This has to be perfectly clean for me —she said, as if she already assumed there would be a next time.

And I, instead of being scandalized, felt an immediate desire to nod.

We dried ourselves in silence. She put on a light robe. I dressed with my hands still trembling slightly, trying to sort out my thoughts. I didn't know whether I'd just cheated on my wife, discovered a buried fantasy, or gotten myself into trouble I was going to want more of.

Nadia accompanied me to the door. Before opening it, she took me by the chin and kissed me hard. It wasn't a tender kiss: it was a dirty, dominating make-out session in which I could still taste some of her and me mixed together.

When she pulled away, she slapped my ass.

—Goodbye, dog. When I'm dirty again, I might call you.

I went out into the street with weak legs and my head in knots. The cars were still parked where they always were, a neighbor was watering some plants in the distance, and the sun shone with the same normalcy as any other morning. But I was no longer exactly the same.

For weeks I'd fantasized about my mature neighbor's tits, her clinging leggings, and her ass moving as she walked. I never imagined that one stupid sentence, coming out of my mouth without permission, would be enough for her to open the door to her house and show me how far I could go by obeying.

I don't know whether Nadia was my lover, my mistress, or simply the owner of a part of me I hadn't known existed. I only know that ever since that day, whenever I hear her door opening across the street, I feel the same lash across my body and a single thought crosses my mind.

I hope she calls me again today.