True to his word neighbor guy came back last night. Knocked at front door but told me to meet him at patio doors. He was already n*** because he had only worn loose shorts and a tank top. The way he seems to paralyze me had me just standing there. He asked me to step outside and trust him but do as he asked. That basically meant standing there trembling as he undressed me without a word and then his hands were gently all over my body leaving me shaking and shamefully aroused. My head was full of “why am i letting a man do anything with my body what is wrong with me” but the sensations of his hands on my body had my body betraying me. Soon his hands were focused on grabbing my a** cheeks and cupping my testicles. He gently pushed me back against the patio glass doors and I gasped from the feel of the cool glass against my body but then his lips were in my neck and his breath in my ear growling that he found me so f****** hot. Those were words no woman had ever said to me and I moaned and melted into his embrace. He asked if i trusted him and i gasped yes because all i could process was that someone found me desirable. Then his lips covered mine and i whimpered into his open mouth as his tongue violated my mouth. My arms wrapped around him and my hips thrust forward, feeling the shock of my erect c*** sliding against his much longer thicker one. His c*** against me felt scalding hot. One of his hands slipped around my waist cupping and grabbing a cheek and pulling my hips up and into him snd my face burned with shame as i lifted a foot and wrapped it around his leg like a wanton w****. He chuckled and told me that this was proof that what he wanted from me was inside me waiting to be found. My head was a wreck and filled with lust and the sense of being lusted for. He stepped back and with hands on my shoulders turned me to face the glass and stepped back into me, my c*** hot and hard but sensing the chill of the glass. He pressed into me tightly and when his c*** pressed against my a** and lower back i moaned with desire and shock because my body betrayed me completely, my a** pushing back to him. He grabbed my hips as i thought omg please no he is going to f*** me but feeling powerless to protest and almost nauseous with the realization that god help me I would let him..that part of me wanted it or at least my body seemed to. He told me he wanted nothing more than to f*** me but when that time came he wanted me wanting it. Begging for it. His hand reached around my waist and took the base of my hungry tiny c*** between his thumb and index finger and began to slowly jerk me off in slow motion. He knew i was close. But kept his finger grip at the base. He told me to beg and I did. To c** for him. He never touched the head of my c*** but the spasms were so intense as I spurted against the glass and went limp. Thankfully he held me up with his other arm or i would have collapsed. Then he told me to take me inside to where ever the largest mirror was in my home. I took him to a spare bedroom that had a full length mirror and he told me to kneel at his feet. Took my hand and wrapped it around his dripping c***. Made me look in the mirror and see, acknowledge, my predicament. I saw myself naked and at the feet of a man whose erect c*** was in my hand and i felt another slight wave of nausea. He asked me if this was what i wanted. I saw my own shame in my reflection as I nodded. But then he almost angrily snapped at me to say it out loud. Told me to tell my reflection that this was what i wanted. And the words were out of my mouth and i sobbed. He gently turned my face to look up at him and told me to not be afraid. That this is never easy. Then he made me say it again looking up into his eyes. My voice cracked but i said it. He said that learning would be difficult but he was a gentle loving teacher. That there was much he needed to explain to me so that it was easier for me. Then as he looked down at me he told me to make him c**. Eventually he had me holding his balls in one hand while stroking his thick c*** with the other, and when he was ready he told me to close my eyes and my mouth. It seemed strange but after I realized he was being gentle with me. He growled and I felt the hot wet spurts on my face running down my neck and shoulders. He smiled at me and told me he was proud of me, and told me to hold still as simply memorized what he felt was a very special moment. He pulled me to his feet and took me by the hand and told me to walk him out. As he pulled his shorts and tank back on he smiled at me and told me i looked beautiful and s*** with his c** dripping from.my face, and told me he was offering me my first test of willingness and obedience. That the proof of my sincerity was not in the heat of lust but after as I processed what I was doing. He told me that he would return in the morning and he expected to see the dried c** in my hair and on my skin still to prove I slept in it and did not wash his c** away with regret and shame. And then he was gone into the night. This morning he was sitting naked on my patio erect and waiting. He smiled when he saw I still wore my sin on my face and skin and hair, then walked me to the bathroom because he wanted to m********* as he watched me shower. I was childishly giddy with this because it made me feel s*** all over again. He told me to m********* for him as he watched, and he uttered such obscene things as he stroked his c*** while watching my tiny c*** shoot off in the shower. But he did not c** while watching. He walked me to the kitchen and told me to jerk him off into my coffee because he wanted to watch me drive off to work knowing I was willingly drinking his c** as I went through my morning. I have been wearing a secret smile in my workplace because no one would suspect as I talk to them or attended a meeting that the coffee travel mug in my hand included my neighbor’s c**.