Tonight, I got to hear a little whore beg for cock. I love listening to people fuck. Almost more than I like watching, and I love watching. Hearing a girl moan around a cock that's fucking her mouth, or listening to the whimper of a little whore getting fucked by a cock that doesn't belong in the hole it's being forced into, any sound that feels like fucking sets my cock tingling. I think that's why I caught her begging.

 The little whore question lives above me with her mom. She's a sweet girl and it's been fun watching her grow into a woman. She would get tongue tied talking to me in the hall or outside and it was always fun watching her squirm. She's a good girl and I've always been good to her, but she has blossomed and I enjoy thinking about her taking cock. I think about slinking in to her place while she sleeps and taking her. I've dreamt of seducing her. I've stopped myself from flirting with her because I know it would work.

 So tonight with her mom off at work, her girlfriend came by. They giggled through the wall and listening to music. They smokes weed on their back porch and ran through the house, pounding up and down the hall laughing. Finally her friend left, and things died down for a while. It's very quiet here, and the second arrival was unmistakable. She let someone in. There was more weed on the back porch and some laughing. Then they went back in and things were quiet. Until they weren't.

 I never imagined her begging for cock, not in most of my fantasies. Most often, she would be begging the group of sadists I'd conjured in my mind to stop, or she was learning on my cock for the first time. But tonight I got to hear her. 

"Oh fuck me." Then louder, meaning it. "Oh please fuck me. Fuck me." Some grunting. A little from him, but he was clearly working. You could hear the force in her voice. He was fucking her hole open. "Please don't stop. Fuck me." And then a creaking that indicates a headboard being tested. Screaming. Like a fucking whore.

I wanted to write it down while it was fresh in my mind. Her mom is home now. The boy left an hour or so ago. Not long before mom came home. I planned quickie.

She's downstairs right now, probably curled up on the couch with her mom. They're watching an action movie. I can hear the TV.  This little girl who I just a little helped raise, tonight begged a boy to fuck his load into her before her mom came home. It's probably leaking out of her right little fuckhole right now. A dirty cunted whore, so pleased with herself and her secret.

Only it wasn't a secret. Not really. We both know I can hear her. We talked about it in the hallway last week when she said she could hear me watching TV. I don't watch TV that loud.

Tonight, I'm going to jerk off right below her. I know where her bed is. Our floor plans are identical. Her bed sits over mine every night. I'll fist my cock to the thought of her dripping little hole, and her little begging whore voice, and know that next week, when I flirt with her, because now she is woman entirely to me, I will smile at her and she will squirm and we will both know.

Perhaps I will put my foot in the door. Ask her what she did tonight. Watch her blush. Tell her I won't tell her mom. And that next time she wants to make noise she should just text me. She can come right down, we'll split a bowl, since she's big enough now, and we'll watch something stupid. 

But tonight, in my dark heart, I'm going to pin her down and do all the things I have always dreamed of. I'll listen to her beg, listen to her whimper, I'll listen to her cry. I will watch her take cocks of my choice and then finish by worshipping mine. As she has done for years. My little fuckhole. All grown up. Begging for cock. It's going to be a fun night.