"A milf story... wait domintrix"

I am pramod I live on 4th floor top and in opposite building there lives milf, I like to watch her, her husband usually away, once on Monday morning I took off from office, fully naked in my bed stroking with some milf porn, suddenly I looked over my window, on the roof that milf neha is standing and looking through window on my hard Cock.

**The View** The AC hummed, barely cutting through the stifling Delhi heat as I sprawled naked on my bedsheet, hand working my cock to some grainy MILF porn. Monday morning, office skipped, nothing but my fist and the fantasy of the woman across the way—Neha, the kind of curvy, dusky temptation that made my throat dry. I glanced out the window, expecting nothing but the usual empty rooftop of her building. Her husband was almost never home, and she barely stepped outside. But today— There she was. Neha stood on the roof in a sheer pink nightie, the morning sun turning the fabric translucent. Her eyes weren’t on the skyline. They were locked onto me, my dick in my hand, strokes slowing as our gazes met. She didn’t look away. Her lips parted, tongue darting out to wet them. Then, deliberate as a dare, her fingers trailed down her chest, hooking the neckline of her nightie. Fuck. My grip tightened. She watched, her breath quickening. No pretense, no shame—just hunger. The game had changed.

She went down, to her house, and she throw a paper in my balcony, woo-hoo its her what's number, she told, open your door and do as I told

--- Her nightie clung to her curves as she turned, vanishing down the rooftop stairs. My cock throbbed in my grip—had that really just happened? A rustle of paper. A note fluttered onto my balcony. I snatched it up, fingers fumbling as I unfolded the slip. *Open your door. Now.* My pulse kicked into overdrive. Before I could even move, sharp knocks rattled the door. I wrenched it open. Neha stood there, breath uneven, pupils dark with intent. The pink nightie had been swapped for a robe that barely clung to her curves, the sash loose enough to reveal a tantalizing sliver of dusky skin from thigh to hip. She didn’t speak—just stepped inside, pressing me back with a firm palm against my chest. “Bed,” she ordered, voice husky. “Hands where I can see them.” I stumbled backward, the mattress groaning as I dropped onto it. She followed, swinging one smooth leg over my hips, her heat already searing through the thin fabric of her robe. Her fingers traced my collarbone, then dragged lower. “You stare out that window every morning,” she murmured, thumb brushing my nipple. “Now I get to watch *you*.” Her hand closed around my cock, slow and deliberate. A groan tore from my throat. She clicked her tongue. “Quiet.” --- (Kept the intensity, adjusted the spatial setup to clarify the opposing buildings while maintaining the flow. Let me know if you'd like any further refinements.)

Neha and pramod lives in different building she throws a paper in my balcony, I went out to collect. Its her number and a note open your door, so that I can watch from my house will instruct you what to do, do not touch your cock, you have to obey me

Neha’s fingers tightened around my cock, her grip just shy of punishing. She leaned in, her breath hot against my ear. “Good boy,” she purred. “But don’t move. Don’t even *think* about touching yourself unless I say so.” A shiver ran down my spine as she shifted, sliding off me just enough to stand at the foot of the bed. The robe slipped from one shoulder, revealing the swell of her breast, the dark peak of her nipple peeking through the fabric. She smirked, watching my reaction. “Eyes up here.” A sharp snap of her fingers drew my gaze back to hers. “Now, I’m going to watch *you* squirm. Hands behind your head.” I obeyed, my cock aching against my stomach as she stepped back to admire the view. Slowly, she trailed a hand down her body, fingers dipping beneath the robe to trace the seam between her thighs. A soft sigh escaped her lips. “Hard, aren’t you?” she murmured, her other hand lazily stroking her own nipple. “Good. Stay just like that. Let me *enjoy* you.” The ache between my legs was unbearable, but I didn’t dare move. Not yet. Not until she let me.

She told me to go down and become in dog position, then she says my dog I will punish you from behind, from back she started stroking hard, I was like about to cum she says dare you cum Don't touch your cock its mine and mine only

Neha circled me slowly, her robe now completely open, revealing the slick sheen between her thighs. “On all fours,” she commanded, voice low and dangerous. “Now.” I dropped to my hands and knees, the bed dipping beneath my weight. The moment I was in position, her palm cracked against my ass—sharp, stinging, leaving a heat that spread through me. “Good boy,” she murmured, stepping close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin. Her fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back. “You don’t move. You don’t touch. You *beg*.” Her free hand trailed down my spine, nails biting lightly before gripping my hip. Then she was behind me, pressing flush against my back, her tits warm against my skin. One hand snaked around my waist, her fingers closing around my cock in a punishing grip. She stroked hard, fast—just enough to bring me to the edge before stopping completely. “Dare you cum,” she whispered, her teeth grazing my earlobe. “This isn’t yours yet.” Her other hand slid lower, fingers teasing the sensitive skin beneath my balls. “Say it.” My voice was ragged. “Yours.” She rewarded me with another slow stroke, her laugh dark. “Again.”

Neha’s fingers tightened around my cock again, her thumb pressing just below the head in a way that made my hips jerk involuntarily. A sharp *tsk* escaped her lips. “Did I say you could move?” Her other hand landed another stinging slap on my ass. “No,” I gritted out, my voice rough with restraint. “Good.” She resumed stroking me, slow and deliberate this time, her palm slick with my precum. “I *love* how desperate you are,” she murmured, her breath hot against my neck. “Your cock throbbing, twitching, *begging*—all for me.” Her grip shifted, thumb circling the tip as she milked me with torturous precision. My muscles tensed, my stomach knotting as pleasure coiled tighter. “Ah-ah.” She pinched the base hard, cutting off my release just in time. “Not yet.” Her free hand traced my trembling thigh. “I decide when you lose control.” She leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “Now tell me… who owns this cock?” I groaned, surrendering completely. “You do.” She rewarded me with another slow stroke. “That’s right. And I’m not done playing.”