Lusting after Michiko
Part Two

As Michiko came home the next evening, she didn't
quite know what to expect. In fact, she wasn't
exactly sure what she was hoping for. Discovering
flowers from an unknown admirer and his semen all
over her door was kind of scary. Then again, it had
triggered some hot sexual fantasies - and she'd
masturbated herself to one hell of an orgasm.

Michiko imagined that some women might have been
ashamed by this, but she wasn't. Fantasies were just
fantasies, and if they turned her on, they were
okay, no matter how freaky. What mattered was what
happened in real life. And she wasn't exactly shy
there either. What she got up to with another
consenting adult (or more) was their own business.
Giving and receiving pleasure could never be a bad
thing. Never.

She stopped in front of her door. Nothing. And now
she knew: She did in fact feel a slight sting of
disappointment.

Well, never mind. Michiko opened her door and walked
in. She threw her handbag on the couch, opened the
sliding glass door to her balcony and stepped out.

She leaned out, feeling the cool night air on her
face. It was dark already, and she'd always loved
watching the city lights - the warm glow from
apartment windows, the bright flashes of neon, the
slow movement of cars' headlights in the distance.

So what happened yesterday was only a freak
occurrence. She should have known, really. Now, she
might never know who it was. But didn't that just
make it even more exciting? She could fantasize
forever about who it might have been and what might
have happened. It was actually turning her on even
now.

Michiko sighed. It was a beautiful night. Sure, she
understood why people would want to escape from the
city and find the peace and quiet in the country.
But standing here, she felt fascinated by city life.
All those people, all those lives - each represented
by those small luminous dots. Each with its own
history, its own desires, its own secrets. And at
any point in time, any of them could happen to meet
unexpectedly, and their lives might change forever.

"Connect the dots," she whispered to herself.

There was a beeping sound from the living-room. And
again.

Michiko recognized the text message sound of her
cell-phone, and rushed back into the room. She
picked the phone from her handbag and read the
message.

The number wasn't in her address book, and she
didn't recognize it herself. The message said
simply:

"I'm there right now"

Michiko furrowed her brow. Why would someone she
didn't know send her a message like this? Why would
he presume she knew what he meant by "I" and
"there"?

Unless...

Michiko ran to the door and looked through the
spyglass. She had guessed correctly: Outside the
door a man stood, unzipping his pants and pulling
out his semi-erect cock.

And to her surprise, it was her neighbour from
across the hall. That nice man? She could hardly
believe it. But there he was, not much taller than
her, of medium build, his hair almost entirely grey.
He was dressed in black: A black suit over a black
t-shirt. And in his right hand he held his cock,
gently stroking it, making it swell and rise.

Michiko couldn't take her eyes from the man's cock:
It was almost as long as the one in her fantasy, but
also unusually thick. Its skin looked rough, with
hard, blue veins clearly visible beneath the skin -
not smooth like young men's cocks.

He might have been an older man, but his erection
was anything but feeble: As he masturbated, his cock
grew hard as a wooden branch. Michiko thought she
could she the watery fluid oozing from the tiny
opening in the middle of the head, but she wasn't
sure. She licked her lips, wondering whether he was
aware that she was watching.

She could hear her neighbour breathing heavily
outside the door. She pressed her eye against the
spyglass, wanting to watch him ejaculate. He
masturbated vigorously in an ever-increasing rhythm.

"Yeah," she heard him whispering. "Oh yeah..."

The head of his cock swelled with excitement, his
climax approaching.

And suddenly he turned his face towards the spyglass
and looked Michiko straight in the eye.

"Here I come, baby," he whispered. "This is all for
you. Now watch this..."

And with a quiet gasp, he threw his head back as he
began to ejaculate. His cock jerked, uncontrollably,
shooting a spurt of semen several feet up onto her
door. And then it spurted again - jet after jet of
white, creamy sperm squirted from his pumping shaft.
Michiko gasped, fascinated by the sheer force and
volume of his orgasm. She couldn't remember any man
climaxing quite like that.

Eventually, his ejaculation subsided and his thick
cock ceased twitching. He wiped the last drops off
on her door and zipped up.

And just as he was about to leave, he once more
looked straight into the spyglass and grinned
salaciously.

"Enjoy the show?" he whispered. "I'm not finished
with you yet."

And then he turned his back on her and hurried back
into his apartment.

Michiko's head was spinning. What a strange and sexy
experience. Last night she had been turned on by the
mere thought of a man masturbating outside her door.
And tonight she had seen the real thing up close.
She felt incredibly aroused, her labia swollen and
wet.

She quickly opened the door. As she did so, a flower
bouquet fell onto her floor. White and purple
flowers this time, with the same red ribbon. She
picked it up and closed the door, not wanting to
look at the semen stains tonight.

Michiko put the flowers in a vase and placed them
next to last night's bouquet. Then she stopped in
her tracks.

She was getting reckless, wasn't she? This whole
thing was about to get out of hand. "I'm not
finished with you yet." Was it a threat? Was her
neighbour planning to rape her? It was naïve of her
to pretend it was all fun and games. After all, she
hardly knew the guy.

She picked up the phone and dialled the police. As
she waited for someone to pick it up, she almost
changed her mind again.

"Metropolitan police," a male voice said. "How may I
help you?"

"Ah, hello," Michiko began. "Michiko Sakamoto. I'm
calling about a..."

She paused. She hadn't prepared this, and now wasn't
sure what to say.

"Yes?"

What could she accuse him of? Sure, he was a
flasher. But after all, she'd been a willing
participant. Suddenly, she wasn't even sure he had
threatened her after all. And what if the police
brought her neighbour in and questioned him? What
would his story be like?

"I, um..." Michiko shook her head. "I'm sorry..."

"Just take your time, Ms." the voice said, not
really sounding friendly, though.

"No," she said, "I'm sorry. There's nothing wrong.
Really. Don't worry about it."

"Ms.,..." she just heard the voice said before she
hung up.

Michiko stood in the middle of her room for several
minutes, just looking at the flowers. She honestly
had no idea what to do next. She didn't even know if
she was scared or not.

She poured herself a vodka and drank it in a few
gulps. The alcohol seemed to soothe her mind
slightly - at least she felt a little less confused.
She decided to sleep on it and think about it in the
morning.

Michiko went to bed. Thanks to the vodka, she dozed
of within minutes.
 
---

She was naked. She stood in her doorway, naked. The
hallway was full of people - all the tenants from
the building: Old Mrs. Simmons was there, the black
couple and many more. Some she'd only seen once in
the elevator, some she'd never seen before. But she
knew they all lived in the building and they'd come
to see her.

She wanted to get away, get inside and close the
door. But she couldn't move. She looked at her arms
and legs and saw that they were tied to the
doorframe with heavy ropes, like the ones used on
old sailing boats. She tried to wriggle free, but it
was hopeless.

Michiko was painfully aware that she was showing off
her naked body to the entire crowd - that they had a
clear view of her breasts and her pussy. They all
looked her over with great interest. Especially the
men, of course. The black guy was grinning
lustfully, a bulge growing in his jeans.

"Anyone call the police?"

She turned the head at the sound of the voice. A
policeman stepped out of the elevator, and the crowd
let him through. He stood in front of her in full
uniform, pursing his lips. And suddenly she
recognized his face: It was her neighbour.

No! This was wrong! She wanted to shout something to
the crowd, explain to them that he was a fake. But
she couldn't speak.

"Well, well, well," the policeman said slowly, his
black gloved hands reaching for her breasts. "What
have we here?"

She tried to struggle away from him, but he grabbed
her naked breasts with his leather gloves, caressing
and squeezing them. The crowd talked among
themselves, nodding, as if to say "yes - she asked
for it."

"No..." Michiko whispered, but no-one seemed to hear
her.

The policeman looked over his shoulder, addressing
the crowd:

"I'm afraid we have a flasher on our hands."

The crowd gasped, as if Michiko's nudity was somehow
a threat to them. The policeman now reached down to
touch her pussy.

"Please..." she pleaded.

She felt the leathery glove stroking her labia. And
then, slowly, a gloved finger pushing into her
pussy. Michiko realized how wet she already was and
felt ashamed. The policeman finger slid in and out,
in and out of her pussy, making her moan against her
will.

"Ohhh..." she whimpered. "Nooo..."

The policeman's face was an expressionless mask, as
he kept finger-fucking her, increasing the pace,
going deeper, faster, making her wriggle helplessly
in her ropes. The crowd murmured approvingly.

She heard the sound of the policeman zipping down.
She couldn't see his cock, but moments later she
felt it. The swollen head pressed against her labia,
pushing into her. She didn't have the strength to
fight it, and eventually she felt his rigid shaft
entering her, slipping up into her, burying its
entire length in her slick, wet pussy in one
powerful stroke.

"Ahhh..." she cried.

The policeman pulled back, slipping almost all the
way out of her slippery cunt. Then he thrust
forwards and upwards, impaling her on the full
length of his tool. Then out - then in - then out -
then in.

Gradually, the crowds murmur began to follow the
rhythm. Michiko struggled, sobbing helplessly, as
the policeman increased his pace. Relentlessly he
hammered his rigid cock into her tender pussy over
and over, while the crowd chanted:

"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."

The policeman grabbed her ass with his gloved hands,
guiding his thrusts into her flesh with even greater
precision. Michiko closed her eyes, as she felt her
climax approaching. She didn't want to come. She
didn't want the policeman to make her come, and she
didn't want the crowd to watch. But it was useless -
the policeman was a skilled lover, and she couldn't
fight her body's natural sexual reflexes.

"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."

She writhed in ecstasy, her juices flowing down her
thighs. A few more deep thrusts of the policeman's
bone-hard cock, and she lost control. Hanging by the
heavy ropes, Michiko felt a powerful orgasm surging
through her trembling body.

"Aaah!" she cried. "Aaah!"

But the policeman didn't stop. His thrusts had
settled in a steady rhythm, and he seemed to be able
to go on for ever.

"No..." Michiko whispered, "Please..."

"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."

Michiko hardly heard the crowd anymore. She heard
the blood boiling in her ears, as she policeman kept
fucking her. Unable to fight it, she came again.

"Ohhh..." she cried.

He went on forever. Michiko hang there, limp like a
lifeless puppet, the policeman's cock pumping her
like a piston. Juices gushed from her aching pussy.
The crowd was still cheering, now clapping in time
to the chant:

"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."

The policeman was sweating from the strain. He put
his face close to hers and grinned - a vicious
grimace of evil lust.

"I'm not finished with you yet," he sneered. "You
hear me talking? I'm not finished with you yet."

"Fuck... her... fuck... her..."

As Michiko's body exploded in yet another orgasm,
the policeman tensed up, too.

"Unnnh!" he yelled. "Fuuuck!"

She felt his cock contracting inside her, pumping
its white-hot spunk into her succulent cunt. She
moaned quietly, as the two sensations merged into
one: Her own climax and the policeman's cock,
spurting its creamy load into the depths of her
cunt. Together it was enough to make her faint.

The crowd applauded. Then, realizing the show was
over, they slowly drifted away.

His climax over, the policeman stayed hard inside
Michiko. Savouring the afterglow, she clenched her
cunt muscles around the stiff tool. He grunted. She
felt his semen trickling slowly down the insides of
her thighs.

And then his cell phone rang.

And it kept ringing. Louder and louder.

---

Michiko opened her eyes. Her bedroom was dark. After
a moment's confusion she realized her alarm clock
was beeping and rolled over in bed to switch if off.

She sighed. She was drenched in sweat and still
shivering from climaxing in her sleep. That was
something she hardly ever did, but tonight she'd
possibly had the wettest dream of her entire life.

Michiko lay there for a minute, remembering the
dream. It had been pretty wild. For a moment she
considered writing it down before getting up to go
to work. Just get the main themes on paper so that
she would remember it.

She thought it over, then got out of bed. Writing it
down wouldn't be necessary. This was one wet dream
she was never going to forget.

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