She knew Ken was watching her, but she didn’t care.
Or more precisely she didn’t care that he was old, and fat, and ugly.
She did care very much that he was looking at her tits, and even more so that he might one day fuck her. Both were at the top of her list of things she wanted more and more each day.
When bought the house next door and moved in, she’d tried to be nice, friendly, easy going, but he’d made it hard. Snide comments on her clothing, dirty stares when she walked to get the mail, talking to her like she was a idiot.
Eventually she’d just stopped paying attention to him and hoped he’d just go away.
Then, slowly, as summer came into full force and she spent more time out at her pool, things had started to change. Strange thoughts had started to pop into her head, like how sunbathing naked or masturbating by the pool might be hot.
She was soon doing both.
While masturbating, she often thought about a popular movie star, or musical performer, but even that shifted over the week. Her fantasy men grew older, and less in shape, and treated her less and less like a person and more and more like a sex object. Her orgasm grew more and more intense, until finally she was imagining Ken using her like some cheap whore.
She walked around the pool one more time and returned to the spot she knew Ken was watching from. This time she stopped and turned to the pool and bent over at the waist, pulling her bikini bottom down around her ankles. She held the pose and gave her ass a little wiggle, before standing up and stepping out of her bikini and diving into the pool.
She did a few laps and then headed over to her cot and laid out on it, her legs slightly spread so Ken could get a good look at her pussy. Her fingers eventually reached down between her legs and she started masturbating again.
It wasn’t long before she could hear herself saying Ken’s name aloud, followed by a string of sexually degrading remarks about herself, that she knew he could hear.
Ken looked over the fence at Tracey as she masturbated by the pool, the subliminal speaker he’d pointed at her pool area was almost done it’s work.
The day he’d moved into his new house and met her, he knew this would be how it ended.
He sighed and shook his head, how long before he was going to have to move again? He just couldn’t control himself, Tracey would soon be his groveling sex addict, humiliating herself around the neighbourhood, and then the suspicions would start.
It wouldn’t take too long for the nosey neighbours to focus in on the new guy, and then he’d be moving before the authorities got involved.
He shook his head and stepped off the stood he was standing on and headed back inside and logged into his computer. Sure it was a pain to move so often, but the benefits outweighed the costs. He clicked on the admin to his private streaming site, three of the girls were on streams now, six others were scheduled in the next hour or two.
He smiled and reminisced over each of them, like Tracey, they too had been neighbours over the years, now they were making him money hand over fist.
He clicked over to the new profile page and started to fill in Tracey’s details, she’d be streaming for him in a week or two and there was no reason not to get started promoting her early.
