Portraits of Fame: The Noisy Neighbor (Featuring Addison Rae)

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The following is a complete work of fiction. There is nary a word of truth below.


Middle age was quite the challenge for Ryan Wylie. Gone were the parties and a robust social calendar, in their place sitting on the couch and chauffeuring kids from activity to activity. There was nary a moment of alone time with his wife Kelly where they weren’t in parent mode. It was a taxing way to be, he’d sneak off for time with his friends, but it just didn’t have the same feeling.

To make matters worse, the house next door was a hive of activity. Some influencer who barely looked out of college had people coming and going all hours of the day on the other side of an eight foot white wooden fence. There was a pool that he could see an end of from the master bedroom, but not much else. Their backyards mirrored each other, meaning that when the parties got out of hand, Ryan would be the one who’d have to climb into his black Toyota Highlander and drive around the block to go knock.

The gorgeous young brunette would always answer the door in various states of undress and play coy about how loud the party was. She’d playfully tease him, biting her lip, stepping aside and offering “come inside and have a drink, be a good neighbor.” It’d been three separate occasions, Kelly insisted they should call the police, Ryan would rebuff the intensity and protest, “they’re just kids.”

But this weekend was different, on this particular Saturday, Kelly was taking Braxton and Kyleigh to her mother’s house on the premise that Ryan would fix the kitchen island’s loose countertop.

Ryan was quite perplexed when he heard the doorbell ring about 40 minutes after his wife left with the kids, but he powered down the sander and caked in sweat and dust walked over to the front door. Through the frosted, semi-translucent glass, he caught the unmistakable shape of his neighbor Addison.

What the fuck?

Ryan wiped his forehead with his right forearm, the sweat forming a film on his arm as he pulled open the door. “Yeah, Addison?” He asked, extremely surprised. The perfectly shaped influencer was clad in a blue bikini top, Jean shorts and thong flip flops, her chest on proud display. “Well, I saw your wife wasn’t home and wanted to ask if you wanted to come to the get-together I’m having later,” she replied, smiling with her bleached white teeth.

She’s fucking with me

“And if I did, what might I bring over?” Ryan asked, bemused and mildly entertaining the thought. Standing 6’2, with wide shoulders and a slight gut, he clearly had been in good shape once upon a time even though he was mostly just arms now. Addison smirked with the cockiest of grins and replied “I like tequila,” before saying “she leaves you in this big house all alone to do work?” Rhetorically as if it were the craziest thing in the world.

“I mean, it needed to be done,” Ryan replied, pointing back towards the island and the power tools. “Why, what should she be doing instead?” He asked, curious where exactly this line of question would lead them.

Addison took a step forward, leaving the distance between them to less than arm’s length. “She should be clearing the house to help keep you happy,” Addison said, untying her bikini top and pressing the inside of her biceps against her bust to project their size further.

What the fuck is going on?

“Addison, this is a really bad idea,” Ryan replied fantasizing about what Addison’s asshole would taste like on his tongue. He hadn’t had any action in weeks. While Kelly wasn’t opposed to fooling around after the kids went to bed, they were both often too beat to seriously entertain the energy required.

Addison reached up, pressing her perfectly manicured nails against the dead center of his chest. “You can have this, whenever you want if you don’t call the cops on us,” the influencer offered as if she were chumming the ocean.

Her cunt is probably pinker than bubblegum.

“Can I actually come to the party later too?” Ryan joked to break the ice as he not so subtly closed the distance fully between them, her bare chest pressing against his sweat soaked navy t-shirt.

“You make a good impression now, and there are all kinds of things on the table,” Addison replied, grabbing the visible bulge through his work pants and getting a full understanding of just how hung her 46 year old neighbor was. “Fuck me,” Ryan sighed out under his breath as she started to massage his girthy member.

“Good boy,” she teased, getting up onto her tippy toes and closing the distance between their far too apart mouths. Ryan sighed harshly into her open mouth, slipping his tongue in, swirling with hers. The married father of 2 had his instincts take over, he reached down gripping over Addison’s ass and taking a greedy squeeze.

They kissed for what felt like years. Ryan was on fire from head to toe, his cock begging to be freed from his pants which Addison was all too aware of as the bulge protruded against her tan thigh. The songstress reached down, inside the waistband of his work pants and underwear in one fluid motion taking a firm grasp of the hard cock which elicited a heavy groan from Ryan.

Addison was impressed, for a married suburban man embracing a mid-life crisis in the most direct way possible, she could picture him as an assured cocksman earlier in life. She pumped her wrist up the length, getting close to the tip where she felt the unmistakable dampness of prejeculate against his underwear. For whatever reason, that feeling always drove Addison crazy, knowing that a man’s body was preparing for her, she got feral.

The kissing had been sloppy for minutes now, there was spit dripping from their open mouths and landing on her bare chest like a leaky faucet. The shorter of the two broke the kiss and pushed Ryan back ever so slightly so his back was against the island he’d been working on, Addison instructed “get those off,” referring to Ryan’s work pants which he was all too eager to oblige. The father of two nodded his head in affirmation and peeled them off his sweaty frame.

Addison, noticing the same wet spot on the front of his briefs, licked her pouty lips and teased “someone’s excited,” as she got on her knees, the cold tiled floor shooting goosebumps up her legs. There was something so erotic about being separated by less than an inch of fabric and the influencer was fully in control of the man more than twice her age. Addison pressed her face up against the bulge, giving it a sense of scale and allowing Ryan to take a mental snapshot of her head looking small next to his cock. With a tent of fabric jutting out, Addison used the visible erection as a guide, kissing down through the material, going down the length, agonizingly slow.

She took in his whimpers like water after wandering in the desert. It’d been a while for Ryan, while Kelly didn’t mind putting out, getting head was a different story. She’d do it, but with nowhere near the enthusiasm or attention to detail that the temptress at Ryan’s knees was.

Addison reached up, tucking her perfectly manicured nails inside the waistband and tugging them down into a puddle of fabric at Ryan’s feet. She stuck out her tongue, licking against the visibly licking tip of his dick, and swirled it slowly, clockwise, beginning to take his tip in past her lips in a soft bobbing motion as if it were the tip of soft serve ice cream.

Ryan grunted harshly as his pink tip disappeared into her tight, warm mouth.

Fuck her mouth

As off putting as it always was, the married man reached down with both hands and brought them to rest at the back of Addison’s head, creating a soft buffer to restrict her range of motion. While he wasn’t forcefully pulling her open mouth down onto his length, he certainly wasn’t allowing her to get that far off. With the steady tempo Addison built up, she was getting about ⅔ of it into her mouth and forcing herself to gag harshly for his pleasure. The songstress knew that there was something forbidden about the notion of deepthroating. Being so subservient to another’s pleasure to deprive oneself of oxygen was freeing and true.

Sure, Addison wanted to get fucked by her neighbor and playfully tease him about it going forward, but if he had emptied his sorely swollen balls down her throat and made her choke on his hot load, she’d have been flattered. A man being so aroused he could no longer control it, that was the fun.

Addison finally strained herself trying to pull her head back off, reaching Ryan’s hand barrier, and looked up with strained, tearing up eyes. Ryan had a harsh scowl on his face, expressing his displeasure with her attempts at breathing without his permission. Addison in turn reached up, fondling his balls as she resumed the tempo of servicing his member.

Ryan, standing in his kitchen entirely naked, looked down at her still jean short clad body and said. “That little pussy is too tight for me to just force myself in, isn’t it?” With a glimmer of smug condescension, as if it were unreasonable that she’d need foreplay to comfortably fit 7 inches inside of her.

”Okay, up,” Ryan directed, pointing next to him towards the island. Addison took a heavy deep breath, trying to compose herself and brought her right hand up to her mouth to wipe away caked on spit and the tears that’d been running down her face. The greying man pointed at the island and said “raise your leg.”

It wasn’t a secret that Addison was flexible, that she often was contorting her body in all shapes and forms for dances, posed pictures and yes, carnal relations. She peeled the tool small jean shorts down her legs and kicked them off to the side. Knowing her plan, she was fittingly not wearing underwear and when she placed her foot up on the counter, her bare asshole and cunt were on full display.

Ryan eased himself down to his knees behind Addison, and brought his mouth up to her wet folds and took a hearty lick, the length of her slit. His nose was buried in between her ass cheeks, pressed up against the rim of her forbidden hole and he was taking deep hits as if he were testing an air freshener. She’d been laying out tanning prior to coming over and he could smell the sweat on her skin as he lapped up her pussy.

He felt his cock stiffen at the married taste and smell of her holes and couldn’t help but compliment “Better than I could have ever dreamt,” to which Addison couldn’t help but reply “Stooppppp,” genuinely embarrassed from the compliment. The influencer was enjoying the reprieve. She knew this was going to be the moment of Ryan’s life, she was in her prime and he was going to fuck her harshly shortly.

Ughhhhhh

Addison groaned out as Ryan sucked on her clit like a lollipop. Ryan pressed his lips together, forming a seal, engulfing her rosebud between his lips gently sucking and releasing rhythmically. She was groaning, muttering utter nonsense, pleading for more, pleading for god, Ryan was getting into it now.

Feeling Addison’s increased moisture on his chin, Ryan knew his neighbor was ready for a finger. With his right index finger, the married man slipped it inside and continued working her clit over with his mouth. Inside, he gently made a come here motion. “That’s it, that’s my girl,” Ryan encouraged as she eased in, taking more and more of his finger inside.

“Your girl, huh?” Addison shot back, bemused by his pet name. “So what’s your wife, your bitch?” She teased back with some bite. Ryan respected the moxie and responded in kind with a firm smack across her right ass cheek. “Think you’re ready to get fucked?”” Ryan asked, reaching down between his legs and beginning to stroke his stiff member in anticipation of her cunt.

”Only if you come do it later after telling us to turn the noise down too,” Addison replied, looking back over her shoulder with a devilish grin. Ryan didn’t bother replying again, he got up, bent at the knees slightly and angled his member upward towards her pussy. With his member in his right hand, Ryan ran his tip along her folds, trying to find the entry point.

Addison was so wet that he slid in effortlessly, he was almost entirely inside and hadn’t even thrusted. Ryan grunted out a breathy “Fuck me,” as he tried to compose himself. Addison was seeing stars, though Ryan wasn’t the largest she’d ever taken, he certainly wasn’t small. “Who knew dads were so fun?” Addison teased, once again needling Ryan.

Instinctively, Addison began to buck her waist backward to meet Ryan’s length where she was being penetrated. With her leg still up on the counter, Ryan was thrusting slightly upward, his worn hands on her waist, holding her in place as he pumped away.

Slow slow slow.

Ryan was taking full pumps, Addison’s butt coming all the way down to thud against his midsection, his length fully disappearing as their bodies came together, then separated. He knew it wasn’t going to be long. The greed within was running wild, Ryan, fully lost in the moment started to forget who and where he was "God we should be doing this all the time," he muttered, reaching down and spanking across her ass again.

Addison had created a horny monster over her shoulder, glaring back, the influencer looked over her shoulder with a scowl married to a pair of fuck me eyes before she said "Oh yeah Ryan, all the time?" in a dismissive tone. She knew the reality of the situation, more likely than not they'd do this one or two more times, he'd get overcome by guilt and pretend it never happened. Addison was entirely okay with that, but the fun of it would satiate her desire for chaos.

"When's the last time you came on your wife's face?" Addison teased, biting her lip. "Have you ever came on her face?" She quickly followed up realizing they could've met at an age where that wasn't really in the cards. Candidly, Addison had always liked a nasty facial, it was getting rewarded for the fruits of her body and in this case, she was sure it'd get Ryan over the line in short order.

"Yeah, is that what you want Addi?" Ryan asked, dubbing her with a terrible pet name that elicited an eye roll. "Yes, I want you to jerk your married balls empty all over my face," she replied in her best wannabe pornstar tone.

The married man didn't need to be told twice, he reached up, retrieving his shaft from Addison's gushing wet cunt into his right hand, and yanked at her waist, bringing the brunette down to her knees. As Addison tried to adjust herself on the cool tiled floor, Ryan had fully gotten lost in the moment, he furiously pumped away on his shaft, the veins in his neck and forehead visibly popping up from under his skin, his breathing and grunts at a breakneck pace.

Addison knew what Ryan wanted, he wanted a young whore and obliged. She stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes, making an "ahhh" sound as if a doctor was about to use a tongue depressor to check her tonsils. With his right hand moving fast enough to start a fire, Ryan finally muttered out a climactic

"oh fuck,"

This was it. Ryan reared back, and shot out one. two. three. four. five ropes of soul emptying cum across Addison's face. The first load hit her square in the middle of the forehead, and she adjusted her head ever so slightly so the subsequent blasts would end up on her cheeks and closer to her mouth. As Ryan finally released the tension in his body, his knees wobbled and he couldn't help but start to chuckle in satisfaction. Still caked in his load, Addison reached up, helping to steady him and kissed along the side of his spent shaft.

"If you come over later, I'll let you lick my asshole after laying out in the sun," Addison offered, licking along the shaft, eliciting groans of pure pleasure from Ryan.