SPH-THEMED EROTICA STORIES

The Neighbor

Evan stood in the empty kitchen of his newly bought house. It was a prominent place with a big mortgage, but he could just about afford it.

The sun came streaming in from the back windows, and he thought about trying out the pool, but before that, he would almost certainly be indulging in a goon session to some Asian femdom porn.

He was just about to draw the blinds when there was a loud knock at the door. In fact, it sounded like someone was kicking the door. A little startled, he checked the peephole. It looked like a short young girl was standing outside his house. Confused, he opened the door.

“Hey, I’m Katie. I live down the street,” she said, looking him straight in the eye.

Evan instinctively looked away.

“I need to use the pool,” Katie said matter-of-factly.

Evan tried not to stare at her gorgeous body.

Looking past him, she asked, “Do you have any coffee, real coffee?”

Evan turned toward his kitchen as he attempted to process what was happening, but before he could answer, he felt a sudden pain in his stomach as Katie violently shoved past him, bounding into his kitchen.

“My head is killing me,” she continued. “I’m in no mood to wait around for a Starbucks delivery.”

Evan hurriedly followed her in to find Katie opening his kitchen cupboards and rummaging around.

“Oh, my God. Order me an ice americano, stat,” she said as if they were old friends.

Evan closed some of the open cupboards and tried to think of an appropriate response.

“Where’s your phone?” she barked.

Evan reached into his pocket and presented the phone to Katie.

Pleased, Katie snatched the phone from his hand and stuck it up to his face. The phone unlocked, and Katie walked into the living room.

“What are you doing?” Evan asked in the least accusatory tone he could muster.

“Don’t worry about it,” Katie said dryly.

Not knowing what to do, Evan sheepishly followed her once more. But on entering the room, Katie yelled, “At least get me some water or something. Have you never had a guest before?”

Evan stood frozen in the doorway.

Completely dumbstruck by what was happening, he took a step forward and then back.

After a few seconds of dithering, he made his way back to the kitchen. Grabbing a glass from the cupboard, he noticed it was a little dusty. He thoroughly cleaned it in warm water, then rinsed it in cold water. After inspecting the glass to make sure it was spotless, he filled it with water from the faucet. Feeling that it was too full, he poured a bit into the sink. Then he noticed the outside edge was now wet, so he dried it with a hand towel. Finally, he walked tentatively back into the living room.

Katie was sprawled out on the couch with his phone in one hand and a vape in the other. Her feet – still in their sneakers – were resting on the coffee table.

“Is that Xbox plugged in?” Katie asked, still on Evan’s phone.

Evan looked at her anxiously, wondering if she was checking his Chrome tabs. His mind raced as he thought about all the things that might be on there.

“Are you broken? I said turn it on,” Katie snapped.

Evan put the glass of water on the table and turned his attention to the Xbox.

“Bottled water, idiot,” Katie snapped.

“I don’t have any,” Evan said hesitantly, then added, “Sorry.”

“That’s OK, I’ll order some,” she said, unfazed.

Evan turned on the Xbox, then tried to signal his unhappiness at Katie putting her feet on the table. But Katie seemed utterly oblivious to him.

“Right, I’ve ordered some stuff,” she said, throwing the phone in his general direction.

It landed badly on the side of the TV shelf and bounced to the ground.

“What the…” Evan said before checking himself. He looked at the phone. The screen was slightly cracked. “I-I think y-you’ve… You’ve cracked my screen,” he stuttered, worried about how she might react.

“Y-y-y-y-you’ve cracked my screen,” Katie repeated in a mocking tone. “It’s an old piece of shit. I did you a favor.”

Evan could feel his brain being pulled in two directions. He was partly angry with embarrassment. This young girl was so openly disrespecting him in his own house. But at the same time, he could feel his little dick twitching with excitement every time she snapped at him.

“You’re right,” he said, trying to play it cool.

“Always,” she replied without missing a beat. “Now be a good bitch and hand me that controller.”

“Certainly,” Evan said, playing along with her bratty attitude. “Anything else?”

“Yes, of course,” Katie grinned. “Get me a towel. For the pool.”

Evan rushed upstairs, grabbed a towel, and returned as fast as he could.

“Here you are,” he said, presenting it to her proudly when he returned.

Katie barely registered him as she was immersed in an online game he’d never seen before. Her feet were now perched on the edge of the table, almost as if she was using it to clean them.

“No, get a white one,” she said. “No patterns or shit. And make sure it’s fluffy.”

“Of course,” Evan beamed. “But do you mind not putting your dirty sneakers on the table?”

For the first time in a while, Katie looked up at him. “Do you want me to take my sneakers off?” she said coolly.

Her face was utterly blank.

Evan suddenly felt embarrassed. “No, you don’t have to do that, it’s just.”

“Do you want me to?” she asked again.

“I don’t, um, mind,” he said, struggling to keep his composure.

“Then shut the fuck up,” Katie chuckled and returned to her game.

Evan stood there for a moment, wondering what to do, but eventually returned upstairs and looked through his towels for the one that most closely matched Katie’s description. When he found the Xbox still on, but the room was empty. Evan walked out the back door to see Katie stepping out of the pool.

“Woo, I feel better,” Katie said, glistening in the sun.

She grabbed Evan’s towel and walked back inside, dripping water everywhere.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Evan opened it to find two delivery drivers. One handed him a Starbucks bag and the other a larger nondescript bag containing a bottle of Martini and a packet of cigarettes.

Evan delivered the bags to Katie, who had returned to the living room.

“Finally,” Katie said, snatching the Starbucks bag.

She took a big gulp, burped, and then said,” I’m going to bring my friend, Mia. You’ll like her. She’s a hot young brat who likes to bully pathetic losers like you.”

Evan looked stunned.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed your little shrimp dick twitching every time I boss you about, loser,” Katie said before standing up and pouring the remainder of her drink all down Evan’s face. “What a fucking babydick loser.”

Before Evan could even begin processing what had happened, Katie had rebagged the martini and cigarettes and proceeded to walk out the front door, which she, of course, left wide open.

*****

The Tutor

Thomas was sitting in his office, anxiously shaking his leg. In front of him sat a pile of unmarked papers. He looked at them dejectedly and checked the time on his phone. Instinctively, he opened the X app to check if his favorite findomme had posted anything new. He stared at the profile picture for a moment, and his tiny cock began to twitch.

Suddenly, the door to his office thundered open, and in walked the most incredibly beautiful girl he had ever seen. He quickly put his phone away and sat up.

“Thom-ASS,” the girl said mockingly. ‘I’ve been hearing a lot about you.”

‘Who are you?” Thomas choked even though he knew exactly who she was.

Thomas had been watching Katie since the first week of term. From his office window, he could see most of the large quad that separated his department from the main building. Katie was often out there drinking with her friend. Sometimes, he’d spend hours just watching the two of them. He also found himself staring at her whenever he happened to see her in the hallway. He just couldn’t help himself. And once, to great embarrassment, he’d accidentally caught her eye.

It had happened about a week ago, while he was walking back to his car. Out of the corner of his eye, he’d spotted Katie sitting on a wall vaping and texting. He’d tried to pass her by with his head down, but at the last moment, he’d given her a quick side glance, and Katie – as if having some special antenna – had immediately looked up and stared back. Thomas quickly averted his gaze and kept moving, but he could feel Katie’s eyes on him like a great force of energy. He suddenly became acutely aware of his limbs’ movements and found it increasingly difficult to walk in a straight line. His eyes blurred, and the ground grew increasingly uneven.

He was convinced he was about to trip and fall at any moment. Eventually, he made it to his car, got inside, and looked back in her direction. She appeared to be head down on her phone again, but after a while, she looked up once more. Thomas jumped and accidentally hit the car horn. Panicked and embarrassed, he scrambled to start the car and drive away.

Katie swung her legs onto his desk, planting her feet firmly on top of his unmarked papers. She was wearing brand-new white-and-pink Nike sneakers that glistened in the light streaming through the window. As Thomas stared at them, Katie slowly raised one so that it was right in front of his face.

“Kiss it,” she smiled cheerfully.

Thomas’ eyes darted from the shoe in front of his nose to Katie’s beaming face. He must have looked like a startled rabbit.

In a flash, Katie’s grin vanished, and her face became blank. ‘Kiss it,” she said again, but this time coolly and without emotion. ‘I heard you were a weak little finsexual slut, Thom-assssss. And I heard you paid thousands of dollars to a student last year, so that she’d text you insults.”

Katie began to wipe her soles on his nose and lips. ‘How disgusting, how fucking retarded,” she said matter-of-factly.

Thomas closed his eyes as a shiver ran down his spine.

“Now here’s what’s going to happen, loser. You’re going to strip naked right now and get on your knees.”

Thomas audibly swallowed.

“Strip, bitch,” Katie said, slapping his face with her foot.

“Yes, daddy,” Thomas said mechanically.

Katie burst out laughing. “That’s fucking right, haha. Say that again.”

Thomas felt embarrassed. He was used to following orders from findommes online and loved to say ‘yes, daddy, thank you, daddy’ in response. But this was the first time he’d said it out loud.

“Say. That. Again,” Katie commanded.

“Yes, daddy,” he mumbled.

“Now strip.” Katie snapped her fingers.

“Yes daddy, but…” Thomas paused and nodded in the direction of the unlocked door.

“Do it,” Katie said coldly.

The words reverberated in Thomas’ mind, melting away all inhibition.

“Do it, you perverted fucking freak.”

Thomas could feel himself getting weaker each time he heard the command.

“Do it,” Katie repeated. Her gaze never strayed from his. It was almost hypnotic, the way she nonchalantly repeated the phrase. ‘Do. It.”

But then her face hardened into a glare, and for a second her tone turned to anger and impatience. “Do it now,” she barked.

Thomas began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Faster,” Katie grinned.

Once Thomas had awkwardly stripped himself down to his boxers and socks, he suddenly stalled.

Of course, he had sent pictures of his tiny dick to girls online to be humiliated, but it had been a long time since he’d shown it to someone in person. He looked up at Katie, who was slumped in her chair, toking on her vape.

“Off,” she said indignantly.

Thomas slowly slid his shorts over his semi-erect penis, bracing himself for the inevitable laughter and mockery. But Katie didn’t respond; she simply beckoned him to lean in over the desk, which he dutifully did. And as soon as he was within arm’s length, Katie grabbed him by his hair and pulled him towards her face.

‘Right, bitch, here is a list of classes I’m taking.”

She passed him a crumpled piece of paper to inspect. Thomas glanced down at the scrawl, immediately noting that the writing was barely legible; clearly written with great haste.

“Your job is to make sure I have full attendance and top grades in each of them. You fucking got that?”

“Yes, daddy,” Thomas stuttered while desperately trying to make sense of the list. “Yes daddy, but…”

“But fucking what?” Katie leaned in.

“How can…” Thomas struggled to form a sentence as he realized that, despite the tremendous fear he felt, his tiny shrimp was rock-hard and leaking onto the carpeted floor. Katie pulled him in closer and forced him to meet her gaze. Then she slowly looked down at his twitching shrimp.

“Do you think I give a shit about your tiny dick? Did I think I was going to find it amusing and laugh at it?”

Thomas didn’t answer.

“You’re disgusting. Your face is disgusting, and your body is disgusting. And so it’s no fucking surprise, is it, that you have a disgusting little dick? It stands to reason,” she hissed.

Thomas tried to meet Katie’s gaze once more, but could only raise his eyes as high as her mouth.

“Why do you think you are naked?” Katie asked. ‘Do you think I like seeing lumpy-ass middle-aged men leaking on the floor? Do you?” Katie paused for a response.

“No, daddy.”

“You make me want to fucking puke, you know that, right?”

“Yes, dad…”

“The reason…” Katie cut him off, “…that you’re naked is because it makes you weak. It makes you even weaker than you already fucking are. And that’s pretty fucking weak, let’s face it,” she said, shaking his head up and down. ‘Isn’t it bitch?”

Thomas didn’t know how to respond.

“Isn’t it?” Katie said more aggressively.

“Yes, daddy,” Thomas whispered breathlessly. In all of his sad existence, he’d never felt so weak and pathetic, and aroused.

“So just do as you’re fucking told, got it?”

Thomas looked at the paper again and remembered what he wanted to say. He had an overwhelming desire not to upset Katie and to serve her as best he could, but it was nearly impossible to improve student attendance at the school.

“I, how?” he struggled to form a sentence. “Attendance is, there’s isn’t a way to…” he spluttered before being cut off again.

“Well fucking find a way, you stupid fat fuck,” Katie said, rolling her eyes, then looked around his desk. “Close your eyes, open your mouth, and stick out your tongue,” she ordered as she picked something up from the table.

Thomas obeyed, and Katie placed a pen between his lips. “Suck,” she commanded.

Thomas eagerly began sucking it like a straw.

“Imagine if I shoved this pen up your ugly, sweaty asshole,” Katie said sternly.

“Oh, my god,” Thomas said without thinking.

Katie snorted with laughter. ‘Imagine if I took your anal virginity with this pen and then made you lick it clean. Made you lick up your own fucking shit,” She laughed.

Thomas was almost in tears with excitement.

Katie began thrusting the pen faster and deeper down his throat. “What a sad, sad, fucking freak,” she lamented.

Suddenly, the pen went too far, and Thomas began to choke. He reeled away from her and frantically grabbed the pen from his mouth. Katie burst into laughter again as Thomas coughed.

“Oh my gawd. How the fuck are you a professor? I mean, what kind of dumbass school would hire such a retard.”

Thomas realized that his eyes were watering and looked up at Katie, who immediately stopped laughing. “Give me the pen,” she demanded.

Thomas cautiously handed it to her.

“You need to work on your fucking gag reflex, don’t you?” She chuckled, pulling Thomas towards her by his chin. “Open.”

Thomas could almost feel his mind breaking in two. He wanted so desperately to follow Katie’s instructions, but at the same time, he was genuinely terrified of what she might do to him.

“I said open, slut,” Katie repeated. Her voice was calm and assured again.

She spoke to him as if she were the lady of some grand manor house in a British movie, and he was some lowly servant whose job was to obey without question.

Thomas slowly opened his mouth, bracing himself for what might happen.

“Wider,” Katie snapped.

Thomas obeyed.

“Wiiiiider.”

Thomas stretched his jaw as far as he could and watched in fear as Katie slowly moved the pen towards him. He then felt the pen gently rolling, dentist-like, around the inside of his mouth.

“Now listen carefully,” she said, smiling. ‘I’m not going to attend ANY classes this year or next year or ANY year. And I’m not going to write ANY stupid papers, you understand?”

Thomas nodded as best he could.

“All I’m going to do for the next four years is get drunk, party, and fuck whoever I want. And then when I’m done, I’m going to walk out of this fucked up school with first class degree, you got that?” She took the pen out of his mouth and wiped it down on his cheek.

“Yes, daddy.”

“And how the fuck that happens is not my problem, is it?”

“No, daddy.”

“It’s your fucking problem, isn’t it?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Now get dressed, you ugly fuck,” Katie said, jabbing Thomas in the forehead with the pen.

She then jumped to her feet and stormed out of the office, leaving the door wide open.

Thomas stumbled across the room and desperately scrambled to close it before anyone passed by.

Locking it, he fell back to the floor and then compulsively began masturbating.

He thought about Katie’s demands and wondered how on earth he’d find out exactly which classes she was taking without breaking into her file. He would probably have to break into her file. This was highly difficult and highly illegal. He thought about how he could fix the attendance of a student who was not going to attend a single class. And he wondered how he would enable Katie to pass her classes without her doing a single piece of work.

He then imagined himself writing each of her essays, actually having to study the topics and do the readings if he was unfamiliar with the material. He then imagined changing the names on the database so that someone else’s work would appear as hers and she could pass the course that way. He imagined targeting one specific student, one of the top students, and doctoring all their work so it would appear to be Katie’s.

He then imagined the student failing the course so that Katie could pass. And the stress and brutal unfairness of it all made him even more aroused, because he loathed the corruption and unfairness of any kind, and so participating in them disgusted him; therefore, being forced to do so by Katie really turned him on.

Thomas imagined all the work he’d have to do, the hours of sneaking around, lying, cheating; he knew he could easily be fired for this, how he could lose everything. And then his thoughts turned to Katie having fun with her friends, getting drunk, and having sex with hot young guys. He tugged frantically on his tiny dick.

He imagined licking Katie’s sneakers clean while she sat at his desk, calmly transferring all the money in his bank account over to hers. He imagined her looking down at him in disgust as she hit send. And then he imagined, whenever he managed to get a loan or handout from a friend to make ends meet, she’d force him to send her that as well.

Thomas came violently onto the carpet and, for a brief second, felt shame and resentment. But almost immediately, he thought again of Katie and felt an overwhelming need to text her. To swear his loyalty to her. To assure her that he would complete his mission. And once again, he felt arousal. He picked up the list of classes Katie had written, and just knowing that Katie had written it, knowing that she had made the pen marks, excited him.

He began masturbating again, naked on the floor. Finding the pen she had shoved down his mouth, he began licking and sucking it. Feeling its texture made the memory all the more vivid, and he closed his eyes as he envisioned Katie’s blank, expressionless face staring down at him. He bent over and violently drove the pen into his asshole.

‘Fuck me, daddy.” He groaned and was just about to cum for the second time in a handful of minutes, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. His eyes snapped open, and his whole body froze.

‘Mr. Jones’ came the voice. It was another student—some annoying twerp who wanted to speak to him about his last seminar.

Thomas crept towards his desk chair, where his clothes sat in a pile.

‘Mr Jones, ‘ the voice repeated before falling silent.

Thomas scampered to his chair and hastily started to get dressed. Suddenly, the door shuddered as someone tried to enter. Thank god it’s locked, he thought as he threw on an old t-shirt from his bag and buried his shirt and tie in a drawer.

Sitting at his desk, he decided not to answer and simply wait for the situation to develop. The noises from outside his office soon subsided, and he sat back in relief.

He couldn’t do it, he thought to himself. It was impossible. What Katie had asked of him was ridiculous, and he needed to stay away from her. He needed, in fact, to change his whole life.

It had been bad enough when he’d been paying students or findommes online thousands of dollars only to have them insult him and demand more. But this, this was too much. It was dangerous and illegal. He thought about what evasive action he could take to ensure that he was never again alone with Katie. She was just too powerful, too dangerous to be around. He then thought again about how he’d felt standing naked in front of her with her bratty demands fucking up his beta brain. In that moment, he thought, ‘she could have made me do anything, literally anything.”

As he thought on this, his dick began twitching once more, and he slowly reached down into his pants.

The End.

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