**Alex and the Ladyboy Next Door**

I’d seen her—well, *him*—moving in next door a week ago. Long legs, tight jeans, a sway in her hips that made my cock twitch every time I caught a glimpse. But it was the subtle things that gave it away: the hint of stubble under makeup, the way she filled out a blouse just a little *too* perfectly. A ladyboy. And fuck, I was into it.

Tonight, she—*he*—was at my door, lips glossy, eyes lined to perfection. “Sorry to bother you,” they purred, voice smooth but with that husky undercurrent. “My power’s out. Mind if I use your phone?”

I knew what this was. No way they didn’t.

I stepped aside, letting them in, catching the scent of perfume and something muskier underneath. The door clicked shut behind us.

“You’re Alex, right?” they asked, fingers trailing over my kitchen counter.

“Yeah,” I said, throat tight.

“I’m Lila.” A smile, slow and knowing. “You’ve been staring.”

No point denying it. My dick was already half-hard just from having them this close. “Can’t help it.”

She laughed, low and throaty, then stepped closer, one hand sliding up my chest. “You like what you see?”

Fuck, yes. My pulse hammered as her other hand drifted lower, cupping me through my jeans. I groaned, hips pushing forward on instinct.

“I think you do,” she murmured, fingers working my zipper down. “Let me see it.”

I didn’t resist as she tugged my jeans and boxers down, my cock springing free, already leaking. She licked her lips, wrapping her fingers around me, stroking slow. “Nice.”

Then she dropped to her knees.

Her mouth was hot and wet, lips sliding down my shaft, tongue swirling under the head. I groaned, fingers tangling in her hair as she took me deeper, throat working around me. She sucked like she was starving for it, pulling back just to lick up the precum beading at my tip before swallowing me again.

“Fuck—” I hissed, hips jerking.

She pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at me, lashes fluttering. “You want more?”

I could only nod.

She stood, turning around, bending over the counter, her skirt hiked up. No panties. Just smooth, round cheeks and—fuck—a tight little hole already glistening with lube. My cock throbbed.

“Ever done this before?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder.

“No,” I admitted.

A smirk. “I’ll go slow.”

She reached back, spreading herself, and I lined up, the head of my dick pressing against her entrance. It was tight, so fucking tight, but slick enough that when I pushed forward, I slid in with a low groan from both of us.

“Shit—” I gasped, sinking deeper, her hole clenching around me.

“Good?” she teased, rocking back.

“Yeah.” My hands gripped her hips, pulling her onto me, fucking in deeper. The heat was unreal, her body sucking me in, tightening with every thrust.

She moaned, pushing back against me, urging me faster. I obliged, slamming into her, the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Her ass jiggled with every snap of my hips, her hole gripping me like a vise.

“Harder,” she demanded, and I obeyed, fucking her rough, my balls slapping against her.

Her hand snaked between her legs, stroking herself—cock or clit, I didn’t know, didn’t care—as she whimpered, “Gonna cum—”

I pistoned into her, grunting, feeling my own orgasm coil tight. “Me too—”

She clenched around me, crying out as she came, and that was all it took. I buried myself to the hilt, spilling inside her with a groan, my knees shaking.

We stayed like that for a second, panting, before she straightened up, my dick slipping out of her with a lewd wet sound. She turned, grinning, and licked her lips.

“Power’s probably back on,” she said, smoothing her skirt. “But… you should come over sometime.”

Fuck yes, I would.