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Pervert Neighbour
by John Eastmann (john_eastmann@hotmail.co.uk)

***

A father gets a shock, he's been too busy climbing the 
corporate ladder to notice his family. Then a chance 
encounter on the internet starts his climb down into 
perversion with the assistance of the Pervert 
Neighbour, a master of perversion and corruption. (M/f-
teen, ped, intr, exh, voy, v, 1st)

***

I know I took the promotion for all the wrong reasons, 
I had never even tried my hand at selling but the 
interview panel were obviously impressed with my CV 
since I joined the company because they went right 
ahead and made me 'Vice-president, African sales and 
development'.

I had really only gone for the job because things were 
so difficult at home, my wife, April, was one of the 
strongest willed women I knew, she was still stunningly 
beautiful, long blond hair that she called her 
'crowning glory' and at five foot six inches tall with 
thirty-eight inch, double 'D' cup on top with twenty-
four inch waist and thirty-six inch hips (I often said, 
out of her earshot, her waist is so tiny because 
nothing much grew in the shade) she was a whole lot of 
woman, to be honest too much woman for me to handle.

We had a daughter who was more like her mother than I 
could really handle too, Ella-May had just turned 
thirteen, she was the same height as her mother but 
because she had been in the athletics team at school 
her body development had been restricted, she had been 
on a strict diet since she was seven years old and 
needed to keep slim and supple for gymnastics, she was 
also in the school track and field team, she really 
needed more calories a day while she was doing track 
and field but she was, just like her mother, stubborn. 

She got through track on pure willpower and dogged 
determination, at the end of a half-mile race her body 
would almost shut down, all she could take was isotonic 
drinks for the rest of the day but instead of carb-
loading before a race like the rest of the girls she 
would push herself and her body to finish the race, her 
body's response was to try and devour its self to 
provide the fuel she needed but throughout all of this 
time she was happy, her body looked like a victim from 
a German concentration camp that we often saw on the TV 
history channel but for her hair, instead of being bald 
as most concentration camp victims were, Ella-May's 
hair was just like her mothers.

Ella-May's hair, now that I think about it that was the 
starting point of all the friction at home, it started 
there but developed into much more. Ella had decided 
that her hair, which was golden like her mothers and 
which reached down past her bottom, almost half way to 
her knees, also like her mothers, was slowing her down. 

Ella had asked many, many times if she could cut her 
hair short to se if that would lift her out of third 
place at the race to second or even first place, April 
had forbidden any thought of even trimming beyond that 
which was absolutely necessary for control of split 
ends, April's suggestion for improving Ella's times was 
to eat a bowl of pasta, pasta with meatballs and tomato 
sauce would be even better to give her the fuel she 
needed to run faster for longer.

We moved house, everyone hated me for that, but as 
vice-president I was expected to live within commuting 
distance of our head office. Ella had to start over 
with her plans for domination of the athletics world, 
her résumé had made it a little easier for her, the 
various coaches at her new school could see her 
recorded times for the half mile, see her points score 
for the various gymnastics events but, unfortunately 
for Ella, at her new school she was competing against 
African Americans, not just the spoilt prodigy of over-
rich white Bostonian middle class families. 

I had to make a pan-African tour as my opening shot in 
my new job, three months away from home and away from 
all the bickering and the disappointed looks on the 
face of my wife and daughter. April was disappointed 
because she hated the racial mix in the expensive 
suburb we lived in, in Boston the nearest black or 
Hispanic family was almost five miles away, the only 
time you saw a non-white face was when the pool-boy or 
lawn boy came around to work in your yard, here in 
Maple Creak, we had two Afro-American, one Dominican 
and two Puerto-Rican families in a close of just twenty 
houses. 

Ella-May was disappointed because she suddenly found 
out that the black girls at her new school could run a 
whole lot faster than her and that the Chinese and 
Korean girls were smaller, suppler and more determined 
than she was to win. The swim coach had asked her to 
try out for him, her body-shape was perfect for 
swimming, she needed work on her upper body strength 
and her arm muscles but Coach Bingham had great hopes 
for her. 

Ella didn't really want the swim-team but in track she 
could only make the third team instead of the third 
place in the first team and in gymnastics there was no 
place at all for a five-foot-six, all American girl. 
There was only one drawback to the swim-team, Ella's 
hair, whatever she did with her upper body and her arm 
muscles, her hair would still cause too much drag 
through the water, even if she managed to force it all 
onto her bathing cap, the rubber cap would be twice as 
big as any other girl on the team and in the pool big 
means slow.

I had been trying to ignore all of the moaning and 
fighting in the lead up to my African tour, I had been 
given three months to familiarise myself with all the 
African developments my company was engaged in, we had 
interests in farming, agro-chemicals, Mining and 
quarrying and oil and gas. I had come from the 
companies manufacturing arm, in Boston we had produced 
some of the world's finest quarrying machines so I knew 
a little about quarrying but all the rest I had to 
learn from the ground up. 

I shut myself off from my wife and daughter, one reason 
was the amount I had to learn and the other was the 
constant fights and battles, I basically only ate with 
my wife and daughter and for the rest of the time I was 
in my new study, locked away above my detached, two car 
garage, the room was designed to be a granny-annex so 
it had everything I needed, a toilet and shower, a 
kitchenette and best of all, silence. 

I had noticed that Ella had begun to eat more, not more 
healthy food, not even good protein or carbohydrates to 
help with her stamina, she was eating chips and ice-
cream, chocolate and biscuits, all fat and no goodness 
but that would have to wait, as soon as she made the 
swim-team and started training in earnest she would 
lose the few extra pounds she was putting on.

I was shocked by South Africa, the contrast between the 
rich, white minority, and the millions of black people 
with nothing, since the end of apartide the black 
African people were getting a little richer, they were 
slowly moving from the shanty towns into the big 
cities, not because they had become more wealthy but 
because the whites were running for European countries, 
they had moved all their wealth out and then followed 
it. 

I was staying in a small town, I was getting use to 
being the only white face as far as the eye could see, 
almost half way through my African tour, at first I had 
phoned home every night but as night here in Africa was 
about ten hours ahead of USA, I was only able to phone 
when Ella was at school or April was, well, where ever 
April was it was hardly there when I phoned so I 
gradually cut back to phoning only once a week, on 
Sunday, if I phoned home at six on Sunday mornings Ella 
or April would usually be home as it was eight in the 
evening but even that conversation was over very 
quickly, we seemed to have nothing to say to each 
other.

I was lonely, there was a lot on offer, if you know 
what I mean, women who would spend all night with you 
in your hotel room making you feel like a king for just 
five dollars but then there was aids, African Invented 
death Sentence, to worry about so I sat alone in my 
room with my lap-top working on charts, graphs and 
briefings that I emailed home to head-office. 

I had been working one evening and found that two 
o'clock has sneaked up on me, it crossed my mind that 
Ella would probably be at the pool, it was eighty 
degrees in my hotel bedroom, small town Africa hadn't 
heard of air-conditioning, outside it was only forty 
degrees but if I opened the window or took a stroll in 
the street I would either be eaten alive by the flying 
insects or killed and robbed in the street by one of 
Africa's many criminals. 

I spotted my MSN messenger; I hadn't used it in over a 
year so I guessed that the account might even be frozen 
out by now. As soon as MSN opened up there was a grey 
box, a user called 'Pervert Neighbour' had requested 
that I added him (or her) to my contacts list. I 
checked out my friends, not one was on-line so I 
decided to add the new contact, they weren't online 
either, I left MSN running in the background while I 
finished off my work and at three o'clock I was just 
about to close down when a message came in from 
'Pervert Neighbour':

PN – "Hi, you finally accepted my contact request!"
Me – "Hi, tonight is the first time I've been in MSN in 
almost a year."
PN – "Where are you?"
Me – "Killia, South Africa."
PN – "Funny, you don't type like a South African :)."
Me – "I'm not, I'm from Boston, Well recently moved to 
Washington".
PN – "I'm from Washington too, so I could really be 
your neighbour!"


The conversation went on innocently enough for thirty 
minutes, I was tired but it had been so long since I 
had any real contact with another American I managed to 
fight it off, then I made a mistake:

Me – "So why the name, Perverted Neighbour?"
PN – "Well, on the net we are all neighbours, I guess 
we are all perverts too".
Me – "I don't think I'm a pervert?"
PN – "Have you ever taken the test?"
Me – "What test?"
PN – "Do you have a web-cam?"
Me – "No."
PN – "I do, so you fail part one of the test!"
Me – "Are there more parts?"
PN – "(inviting me to accept a web-cam feed from him)."

It took a while for the picture to immerge on my 
screen, 'Pervert Neighbour' was a middle-aged black 
man, the room he was using must have had almost studio 
quality lighting as the picture from his web-cam was 
almost TV quality. 'Pervert Neighbour' was sitting 
there in front of the camera with no shirt on; his 
chest was very muscular and glistening with either 
sweat or oil:

PN – "I was just getting ready to have sex, as you see 
I'm all oiled up."
Me – "I see that, I didn't realise from your typing 
that you were black!"
PN – "Is that a problem for you?"
Me – "No, I see black men all day long!"
PN – "I'm going to stand up now, I don't want you to 
get an inferiority complex."

'Pervert Neighbour' stood up, it looked like he was 
holding a baseball bat between his legs, more than ten 
inches long and six in circumference:

PN – "I've been working on a new neighbour of mine, 
today will be our first time, you want to see?"
Me – "OK!"
PN – "Well at least you pass the second test, my friend 
is only thirteen years old, will that be a problem for 
you?"

I thought about things for a while, I'm not the kind of 
man who would be interested in under age sex but it had 
been almost six months since I had sexual contact of 
any kind:

Me – "No!"
PN – "That's cool, you pass part three too!"

'Pervert Neighbour' pulled a body in front of the 
screen, the camera fought to find it's focus again but 
when the new person came into view, just the head, 
blond, short-back and sides style haircut from the 
sixties, I pulled back slightly, if he had a boy there 
I was about to fail part four, the face looking at the 
camera was without expression although it was really 
hard to read the face as the eyes were covered with a 
'Lone Ranger' style mask. 

I started to type, 'I'm not into Guy on Guy stuff' but 
my typing was cut short as the face moved up the screen 
and a white T-shirt came into view, there was no 
mistaking the breasts filling the screen, the material 
of the T-shirt stretched so tightly that the nipple and 
areola area were clearly visible as if the girl was 
naked, I backed out of the typing.

PN – "You like?"
Me – "Very nice!"
PN – "You want me to unwrap her?"
Me – "Yes!"
PN – "You've almost passed part four but first you have 
to ask me to take her shirt off!"
Me – "OK! Take it off!"
PN – "Not like that, you're an educated man, a 
Bostonian man, ask me properly!"
Me – "Please take her top off for me!"
PN – "That's nice, and you have now officially passed 
part four of your own personal pervert test!"

My mouth went dry as the black hands came into view and 
carefully wasted the T-shirt off over the head of the 
girl, her tits were wonderful, totally white, it had 
been an age since I saw such white skin, even the 
European women I had seen during my trip were so tanned 
from the African sun that they look almost Asian. 

A large black hand squeezed and pinched the girls tits, 
when he had unwrapped her I had thought that they 
compared with April's size and shape but it had to be a 
camera effect because the girl was so close to the 
lens. Unless 'Pervert Neighbour' had hands like 
catchers mitts the girls tits could only be something 
like thirty-four 'C' or 'D' cup.

PN – "You like?"
Me – "Yes!"
PN – "You want to see more?"
Me – "Ohhh! Yes!"
PN – "Please remember your upbringing and ask 
properly!"
Me – "Please show me more of the girl's body!"
PN – "Would you mind calling me 'Master', I am after 
all this pretty young things master and I don't want 
her to lose respect for me!"
Me – "Would you please show me more of the girls body 
Master!"

The girl was pulled away from the camera and it took a 
while for the auto focus to kick in and show her to me 
properly, she was quite a skinny kid, her ribs were 
showing down her chest but she had beautiful full round 
breasts, they stood out proud from her chest like only 
the young girls breasts can do, as 'Pervert Neighbour' 
was sitting down it was hard to gauge her height, she 
was wearing a red skirt, much too short, her legs were 
encased in stockings, not tights, the shortness of the 
skirt allowed a hint of the stocking tops hidden 
beneath.

PN – "I'm waiting!"

I thought for a moment, this was so wrong on so many 
levels but the erection straining for release in my 
pants was forcing me onwards.

Me – "Would you please remove her skirt Master!"

There was a mere seconds delay, I saw black hands 
fumbling behind the girls back and the red skirt 
slipped to the floor, there was no suspender belt, the 
stockings were hold-ups, the girl wore a thong of such 
shear white material that I could see that there wasn't 
the slightest trace of hair covering the girls pubic 
mound.

Me – "How old is she?"
PN – "Does it really matter?"
Me – "I was expecting her to look slightly older at 
least!"
PN – "Don't worry about her lack of hair, I'm training 
her and hair just gets in the way, just slows things 
down, while she serves me she will never have more hair 
than she has now."
Me – "What do her parents say about that?"
PN – "She is a typical spoilt little rich kid, her 
parents don't even know she exists."

I got a pang of guilt, Ella-May could easily say that 
about me recently, hell probably since she was about 
three and I began the corporate ladder to the top but 
April was always there for her, possibly too much!

PN – "You've gone quiet! You want to end this now, at 
this point?"

I really did want to end it but my cock wouldn't let 
me, it needed to see the girl totally nude before it 
would let me release it and set my frustrations free.

PN – "She came to me for training because she is in 
love with her father and wants to have his child, 
that's if I don't manage to put one in her first."
Me –"Isn't she a little young to get pregnant?"
PN – "I would say too old, I usually only take a girl 
on if she is about eight or nine, I want a girl to 
begin her productive life as soon as possible!"

I didn't want to do it, really deep down inside I was 
totally disgusted with myself but I began typing all 
the same.

Me – "Please can I see her with her panties taken off!"

I watched as 'Pervert Neighbour' slid the girls thong 
down to expose her lower body to the camera The girl 
just stood there emotionless still, I should have found 
that disturbing but I didn't, the girl could have been 
drunk or drugged, she may have not been the willing 
participant I had thought she was but my cock was in 
charge of me now!

PN – "If you want to qualify as a fully-fledged pervert 
you have to ask me to fuck her and watch the whole way 
through!"
Me – "Pleas fuck her so I can watch and become a 
pervert!"
PN – "You forgot to call me Master but I'll let that 
slide this once!"
Me – "Please Master fuck her so I can see it all!"

I saw a smile break across that black face, a row of 
perfect white teeth showing up against the coal black 
face, there was a little delay while 'Pervert 
Neighbour' moved into position, he had obviously 
switched from the web-cam to a slightly better quality 
camera mounted over the bed. The girl was still masked, 
naked apart from her stockings, 'Pervert Neighbour' 
placed his body over the girl and then I got a 
surprise, I heard a scream through the lap-top's 
speakers, the new camera obviously had a microphone 
attached to it,.

I heard the breath being pounded out of the girl as 
'Pervert Neighbour' lifted his butt and then threw his 
body back down again and then I heard a timid voice 
say, "Please master don't put a baby into me, I want to 
let my daddy put his baby there first!" 

I was so shocked, I was expecting the rough East coast 
accent, the truly uncultured sound that had hurt my 
ears in my last few months in America, this girl had 
the soft tones, the educated voice, almost British but 
with a colonial twang. Her accent sounded more like me 
or my wife than a girl from DC.

'Pervert Neighbour' lifted his body off of the girl, 
"Dam! I have to stop now unfortunately, now that she 
has told me to stop if I carry on I'll get life for 
rape!" 

There was a little movement to the side and 'Pervert 
Neighbour' held the girl's thong up to the camera to 
show how pure and white it was, then he wrapped it 
around his coal black cock and drew it along the length 
of his shaft, as he returned the garment to the camera 
it was bright red with blood.

PN - So if you're out there watching this daddy, you 
have only two weeks to come home and fill this girls 
belly with a white baby, after her next period she 
moves in with me for a month and I guarantee that she 
will be pregnant by the time she gets home, your white 
baby of my black bastard!

I was about to close the internet connection when the 
girl was pulled in front of the camera again, it wasn't 
'Pervert Neighbour', I could still see him sitting at 
the keyboard so there had been another in the room 
helping him, he truly was a pervert and a monster, I 
wanted to be the pervert but not the monster. 

The second man in the room started to untie the mask 
even though the girl was trying desperately to stop 
him, she was twisting and kicking trying to either keep 
the mask on or her face from the camera.

There was a loud ping and a second screen opened up, 
April was on-line, I panicked and was about to close 
the connection with 'Pervert Neighbour' when I realised 
that April couldn't see what was going on, on the other 
message screen.

April - I'm glad you're still up; Ella hasn't come home 
from school yet!

I checked my watch, did the maths.

Me – "She's only an hour late if she had training after 
school!"
April – "I know but we had a massive fight last night 
and!"
Me – "And?"
April – "I didn't see her go off to school this morning 
I was so mad at her that I stopped in bed until after 
she left!"
Me – "You've been mad with her before, what's different 
this time?"
April – "When she came home yesterday she had someone 
at school cut all of her hair off to make the swim-
team, I lost it, you know what I think of a girl having 
short hair. And I think she might have been drinking or 
worse!"

My attention was suddenly drawn to the video message 
panel on the screen, the mask was off and the girl was 
being held still in front of the camera, as the face 
came into focus I had to gasp for air, it was Ella-May 
staring back at me before the second man forced her to 
her knees in front of 'Pervert Neighbour', she 
willingly took his monster cock in her mouth and began 
sucking him off.

'Pervert Neighbour' hadn't cleaned his cock off totally 
with Ella's panties, he had left lots of her blood on 
his cock shaft for effect, he kept pulling his cock out 
of her mouth and rubbing the shaft across her face so 
that after he finally climaxed into her mouth and 
turned her face to the camera she had her own blood 
covering her face, her mouth was open to show the 
camera that her mouth was totally full of 'Pervert 
Neighbours' spunk.

Then she tipped her head back and I could see her 
throat moving as she swallowed, when her mouth came 
back into view it was still open and totally empty, I 
heard a faint, "What do you say?" And then a slightly 
louder, "Thank you master!" 

I noticed that in the bottom corner of the video 
picture there was a web-address, I made a note of it 
and then started to type.

Me – "Master, can Ella go home now, her mother is 
worried?"
PN – "Ella is free to do as she wishes here, if she 
wishes to go home she can, if she wants to stay here 
for the rest of her life she can do that too, she knows 
that the life of a breed slave can be short, four 
babies in three years is a big ask on a young body but 
it does maximise profit! And then there is the risk 
from all the men that will be visiting her, some like 
to pay extra for rough sex, and even more for rougher 
sex."

Me – "Ella, please go home, your mother is worried 
about you!"

I could tell from the look on her face that she wasn't 
at all impressed with my plea.

Me – "Ella, go home right now and I'll make sure that 
you can have everything you want in future!"

Ella's face brightened up slightly, as much as her 
drugged or drink induced state would allow, I watched 
as she began to dress in her school uniform, she pulled 
on her panties, simple full sides, double cotton 
gusset, white school knickers, as she reached for her 
bra she bent down and a red circle of blood appeared on 
the gusset of her knickers, she was still bleeding from 
her vagina, understandable really, a thirteen year old 
virgin being opened up so violently by a black man with 
a base-ball bat for a cock, as Ella pulled her bra on 
the screen went blank. 

I typed the web-address I had seen in the corner of the 
video screen, there was 'Pervert Neighbour' on a video 
stream, and a small message panel at the foot of the 
screen, I saw a comment, "Who is it that every time we 
see this the father doesn't recognise his own daughter 
on the screen until her mask is removed?" The reply 
was, "If the father took any notice at all of his 
daughter she wouldn't turn up in here!" 

The camera panned around the room, there were six girls 
sitting on the floor naked, all the girls were younger 
than Ella, Ella's blood covered panties were on the 
floor in front of the girls, 'Pervert Neighbour' pulled 
one from the floor, she looked around ten or eleven, 
her belly was distended and even though her breasts 
were barely developing her nipples had changed from 
those of a child to those of a child baring woman.

The young girl was dragged to the bed and a man stepped 
into view, 'Pervert Neighbours' voice could be heard as 
the man started to fuck the girl, "Tammy has already 
been impregnated so this is just a little money maker 
for us, Leroy had paid extra for rough sex, if you 
don't like to see a child suffer then turn off for an 
hour, the next impregnation will be in an hour, we will 
be trying for a blond haired, blue eyed baby so 
Samantha will be bread with Bjorn from Finland, the 
baby will be offered for forty-thousand dollars on the 
open market!" 

I watched as the black man fucking the little ten-year-
old girl punched her in the face and started her nose 
bleeding and I killed the link.

April was still waiting for my response, she had asked 
me several time what I thought she should do.

Me – "Start dinner, Ella will be home soon!"
April – "What makes you think that?"
Me – "I've just asked her to come home!"
April – "How?"
Me – "I sent her an email, I promised her that if she 
came home you'd get off her case and stop off of it!"
April – "I'll give that little madam a piece of my mind 
when I see her!"
Me – "If you do that she'll piss off fore ever, we'll 
never see her again! Just leave everything to me when I 
get home!"
April – "You won't be home for six weeks; I can't let 
things go on that long!"
Me – "I'll come home as soon as I can, I'll just close 
the deal here and come back for a while!"
April – "Ella's here now!"
Me – "Well just remember, keep off her back or else!"

I closed down MSN and tried to go to sleep, I hadn't 
closed the lap-top down, I'd even left the internet 
connected, part of me wanted to sleep, needed to sleep, 
was desperate to sleep but I hadn't brought myself off, 
I had been close when April called me and that had put 
me off my stroke, there was only a small part of me 
that wanted to see Samantha and Bjorn start mating.

I turned on the link to 'Pervert Neighbours' web site, 
Tammy was being helped from the bed, the man who had 
abused her was long gone, Tammy couldn't even walk or 
stand, "What do you say Tammy?" There was a weak and 
feeble "Thank you master!" 

Tammy was black and blue all over; she was bleeding 
from several wounds all over her body as well as from 
between her legs, it turned me off big-time seeing 
that, Samantha looked terrified as she was led to the 
bed, she was only eight or nine, 'Pervert Neighbour' 
voice was heard again, "Samantha had her period two 
weeks ago, she has been taking fertility drugs ever 
since.

"Bjorn will be the only stud to mate with her until she 
gets pregnant, a white, blond haired, blue eyed baby is 
far too valuable to risk anything happening to it so if 
you want to see Samantha getting the fucking of her 
life you only have a few weeks to see her before she is 
put back in her kennel until after the baby is born!" 

Bjorn was a huge bear of a man, I watched a close up of 
his cock slipping into her body, the edge had been 
taken off of my appetite for perversion so I closed 
down and went to sleep.

END

If you have enjoyed this story and would like to see a 
part two please feel free to email me at 
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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