“What the hell are you doing here?” the accusation came out of me. It was her, the damned bitch. I scanned her with my sight and liked what I saw. She wore thigh-short jogging pants, which gave full access to her short and golden legs. It tickled pleasantly in the crotch when my vision reached the full and sexy thighs that emphasized the wide hips, but also the narrow waist of her. At the same time, she was wearing a dark green belly blouse, which was extra short, and stopped just before the navel, while the large young breasts stretched the thin fabric completely with their wide and round shape, which created the absolutely fantastic cavalier gait.

I could feel that I was very divided in my mind. I wasn't exactly happy to see her, and could feel an uneasy shiver growing in me, but at the same time it also reassured me that the neighbor's gorgeous daughter was standing in front of me in her sexy mouth ring.

"Ehmm, you see," she snapped hoarsely, and hovered with her eyes, and seemed as if she was trying to gather courage. I immediately noticed that she deliberately placed herself in a seductive body position to highlight her feminine beauties.

"Spit it out!" I shouted in a raised voice. The lanky beauty was taken aback by my reaction and was thankfully thrown out of her flirtatious approach. My patience had already worn out with her, and I had neither the time nor the energy to go through her manipulative girl nonsense.

"My father thinks I smoked weed," she said softly, with a light and sad tone. Her gaze was scared, but the sharp blue crystal eyes made her look adorable and cute, resulting in me feeling a bit sorry for her. But only for a short moment.

"And what does it matter to me?" I snarled, forcing myself to remove the last bit of empathy I had for her. It was absolutely not supposed to happen that I felt guilty about that piece of shit.

"You were there, it was you who left it," her voice was tense, but at the same time also hardened and determined.

"And?" I knew it was cynical of me, but I had to keep going, for my own safety.

“You need to tell my father that you made me do this!” her voice became harsh, and she had even found her thin index finger, which she strutted and pointed instructively with.

"Why would I?"

"Well, because it's your fault that he found out!" It was almost amusing to see how wronged she felt in this situation. I had a boisterous laugh in my head, and couldn't help but smile back and stare expectantly.

"Then what will it be?!" She crossed her arms and pushed her hip out to one side. A dear sight. She looked like my eight-year-old niece when she sulked about not being able to get her way.

"Thank you very much, but no thanks," was my response.

"What do you mean?" Her eyebrows began to dance around.

"What I said."

"You can't do that!"

"Watch me!" I slapped my butt on the couch, put my arms outstretched on the back, threw my feet up on the coffee table, shifted my attention to the television, and ignored the bitch's presence. A few minutes passed in complete silence, where only the sound of the screen and her deep sigh for attention could be heard. I refused to react and managed to ignore her completely until she started to twitch.

"Would you please?" The bright and powerless voice was like sweet music to my ears.

"What's in it for me?" I asked coolly, without moving my gaze, and played as damn precious as I possibly could. Out of the corner of my eye, I could sense that she was getting closer and finally sat down carefully on the couch next to me. She pushed herself closer, and sat with her body facing me.

"Would you please?" I was interrupted, and moved my gaze down to my thigh where her loving hand suddenly lay rested. The thumb slid with small caressing movements as she slowly drove further up my inner thighs. When I looked up, my gaze was glued to two large sky-blue eyes and a pair of lowered, full, dark eyebrows. It was impossible to resist such a loving puppy dog look that was so typical for women to exploit as a trick. Those damn bitches always used the puppy dog look as an alternative solution to most of their problems. I knew it was a positive sign because now she was close to being desperate.

I stood up, turned to her, and looked down. She looked up with the same look, and pouted artificially with her adorable lips.

"Come with your hand," I said softly. Her face lit up, like a little kid in a candy store. I could sense that she thought I was going to grab it to pull her off the sofa and join her over to her father. But I quickly put a damper on the blooming heart the moment I put her hand down on my crotch. It was a joy to see her great joy disappear like dew before the sun. I knew that she sincerely believed that she could persuade me so easily without having to work for it. But she was wrong. With a disgusting gasp, she immediately pulled her hand back, while turning her body away, and dropped the lower jaw in astonishment.

"If I'm going to do something for you, then you have to do something for me too," I said firmly. "You started it yourself," I pointed out soon after, standing with a confident smile as I enjoyed the tense atmosphere. It was entertaining and mega-exciting to see the many contractions in the cute facial expression working at full blast. She thought hard about which direction to go.

"Fine," she sighed, and rolled her eyes, and settled herself so she was sitting right next to my crotch. Unforgiving and violent, she lifted my shorts and underpants at the same time, sighing several times. Each sigh she let out gained more force than the next before she finally put a firm grip on my limp member. She squeezed hard, a little too hard, but I liked it. The girl's disgruntled and tormented behavior excited me so much that it quickly worked wonders. My growing member immediately got busy showing off, and was equally turned on to see her in discomfort. The bitch fell silent and her pitiful let-me-go-and-feel-sorry-for-me moans disappeared. Thank God. It was not tolerable, either. Finally I could concentrate on enjoying every touch.

She rubbed the long shaft with sloppy motions, which was fine, but also a little disappointing. It wasn't rocket science to know how to get a penis off. The lower parts received absolutely no attention, which only led to another boring experience. At least I didn't care a bit. Obviously, it would only take her longer to make me come.

After enough time with the same movements without any variation, I had to take action myself and spice it up a bit. I placed my hand on her cheek, tilted her chin up so our eyes were looking into each other's, and gently ran my thumb over her lips. Slowly I spread them apart and gave the neighbour's daughter a stern but smiling look that helped loosen her jaw muscles.

"Good girl," I praised, then moved my chin to the tip of my cock. The girl rolled her eyes and let out a okay-I´ll-do-it giggle, then moistened her lips with her tongue and brought them down like a warm blanket over my cock head. It was a nice and fantastic sensation that made me sink my teeth into my lower lip.

"Mhmm," she moaned, and voluntarily began to suck with slow and loving movements. I could feel her slowly getting more and more passionate in her blowjob as her tongue became more lively and my shaft was sucked further into the hot gap. When she stopped to catch her breath, I noticed that her smile and the way she looked at my cock was filled with lust over the size of the powerful tool, which was very sweet.

It was a bit of a surprise to me that she was so good at taking care of a lustful cock with her mouth, at least when I compared it to the totally wasted handjob she had just performed. It made me want more and so I pushed, moving one hand behind her head to push her further down. Heat wrapped itself around my long shaft, giving a completely new experience. It tickled, and the smooth surface of the tongue massaged me thoughtfully. I bit my lip, and could feel faint signs of my ejaculation appearing right down at the root.

When I got far enough into her oral opening, the bitch started to fight back a bit. I almost had her pushed all the way to the root of my meat banana before she started to loosen her grip on me. I gave her permission and removed my hand. Desperate for breath, she let go of my member at full speed, gasping heavily. Her eyes were red and almost watering, while the expression on her face showed disgust and horror. There was no doubt that she had been insulted by my domineering trait. I could sense that she wanted to stop, but at the same time, she also knew that there was no way around it. I placed my hands majestically on both hips and patiently awaited her return, ensuring she had to complete her work if she wanted a chance for me to help her.

Another sigh and roll of the eyes was needed before she put her rolling tongue on the head of my cock again. When the tip was offered inside, I chose to collide with my member and let it in even further. It came as a surprise, and unleashed a violent gag that she by no means chose to hold back, continuing her moaning sounds when her limits were reached. It seemed like she did it on purpose, to inhibit my sexual arousal. If so, it was a comic play, since her countless whimpers and plaintive outbursts only contributed to the opposite. It totally turned me on to see her tormented and tormented like this.

Her exaggerated behavior caused the amount of saliva to increase drastically. It began to flow over the tongue, which was a wonderful sensation in every way. It made the phenomenal blowjob more supple, hot and erotic at the same time. Occasionally drops of mouthwash ran down my cock and onto the floor. The experience was indescribable, and I spontaneously grabbed her blonde hair again with a firm grip on the fly. I steered her head back and forth around my throbbing erection that was fighting hard to hold back, enjoying every second of the ecstatic moment.

I slowed down at one point as I could feel the electrical impulses peaking, but it was too late. The creeping orgasm jogged from the base of the root, all the way out to the tip of the penis head. I used the overwhelming myriad of energy from my climax to hold the bitch's head in place. My moaning had become frantic, which made her quickly put two and two together, and knew that my climax was coming. She eagerly tried to wriggle free from my grip, to avoid the inevitable, but I had the upper hand and the physicality, so her attempt to get away failed.

I held her oral opening tightly against my throbbing member as I moaned heavily, ready to shoot cascades of long-awaited semen like powerful cannonballs into her mouth. My body went into convulsive motions. With each pump stroke, and with each shot fired, my grip weakened, eventually allowing her to break free.

"FUCK YOU!" she screamed, spitting out a large glob of cum as the rest of the thick consistency fluid dripped onto the floor. It was just like watching one of your overly drunk friends at a party, who was in the process of regurgitating all the contents of his stomach.

Satisfied and out of breath, I bumped down on the couch again. All my neck muscles were disabled, so my head fell heavily into the soft back of the sofa. I groaned breathlessly, but in a good way, and couldn't help but smile triumphantly at the neighbor's daughter next to me.

"That'll teach you, bitch," I whispered to myself, biting my tongue slyly at the sight before me. She was hunched over on the couch, right next to me, coughing and wheezing. She had spat my entire load onto my fine wooden floor in the living room.

"There's beer on the table," I commented when she had regained her composure. She raised the green can to her lips, took a good sip, and grunted as she swallowed the intoxicating liquid. She looked at me very offended, but I could still sense a bit of gratitude from her. The beer took the worst aftertaste of semen. It was a trick I had observed from a former ex-girlfriend. She always took a big gulp of beer after accepting my load and swallowed it.

I lit the half-finished bean, took a puff, and passed it on. The bitch just had to send me her last killing look before she accepted my kindness. I shook my head with small and quick movements, and averted my eyes from her. She took a long, deep drag of the hash bean, and still hadn't moved her death stare from me. When she could inhale no more, she moved the joint from her mouth and deliberately blew the thick mist into my open face. I smiled, tight-lipped, feeling amused by her brat behavior.

"So, do we have a deal?" she asked.

"What deal?" I replied, trying to appear as ignorant as possible.

"That you tell my father about the hash he found on the terrace is yours." Her lips began to quiver as her full eyebrows sank down to her nose.

"Not at all sweetie, we've just gotten even."

"Even? What do you mean?!" she exclaimed hysterically, having a hard time understanding the situation.

“I satisfied you and you satisfied me,” I announced curtly, maintaining my cynical demeanor.

“Satisfied me?”

"Mhmm," I nodded sharply.

"It was you who wanted to."

"You made me do it," I exclaimed sharply, and could feel my frustrations tensing up everywhere in my body. I knew that there was no way she could understand things from my perspective, after all, she was a fucking bitch. A typical woman who never tried to think beyond her own horizons, and always stuck to her own narrow and egocentric world. Fucking bitch. But I was used to it. Used to being part of their little world when there was something they couldn't understand. They got frustrated, and it typically ended in a horrible spectacle. Either you could use all your energy to get them to understand things, which rarely succeeded, or you could give up, take the blame and have peace restored. I took a deep breath and exhaled the heavy air as I slowly felt my frustrations leave.

"So it's now 1-1," I concluded, not intending to discuss the matter any further. But the bitch persisted. She asked extremely difficult questions and expected a deeper explanation of my behavior. She didn't get that, and I ignored her in the most rude way, and in the end could only see her as a babbling toddler who didn't get her way, and who kept babbling and bickering with herself.

I therefore decided to direct my concentration towards the television, tuning my selective hearing to the sound coming out of its speakers. It didn't take long before she finally got up from the sofa and walked out the patio door, which she slammed behind her, with stomping feet.

"Fuck, it was nice!" I breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't get enough speed to get to the fridge to find a cold and refreshing green beer. The sound when I opened it was like sweet music to my ears. I drank half of it in one gulp, followed by a loud belch that echoed throughout the cabin.

When I entered the living room, I had an inner urge to clean the little cottage when I looked around at the bombed-out dumpster. It was probably a little out of place to clean up for the late hour of the evening, but that didn't hold me back. I therefore opened the patio door and all the windows, while the television was switched to the music function and the volume turned up to a suitable level. It made my mood shine even more now that the dear babe had been so kind as to push it into action by popping the meat whistle for me.

“Weakness,” I giggled the moment I spotted all my cum on the floor to be wiped up. I shook my head in resignation at the thought that the delicious bitch couldn't swallow my life seeds. In return, she had at least been kind enough to spit it out in one place, and not in all sorts of directions. It made the cleaning easier.

Shortly after, when the living room looked like its original self again, and was completely clean, it was time for a well-deserved bath. I just managed to pull the curtain off the shower and on my way in when I heard a knock on the front door.

"I wonder who it is?" I muttered, looking at my watch. It was close to ten in the evening.

"It couldn't possibly be the neighbour's daughter again," I thought. Last time, she waded carelessly into my living room without announcing her arrival. I highly doubted that in just a few hours, she had acquired the courtesy to knock before her visit. I hurriedly put on a pair of loose track pants and slapped the towel over one shoulder before walking out into the hall to open the front door.