Masturbating to Sex Sounds of Tracy The Hardnipped Whore in Lockdown

Masturbating to Sex Sounds of Tracy Hardnipped Whore in Lockdown

It will come as no surprise to all of you, that the Coronavirus has played havoc with my lifestyle of debauchery. It’s messed with everyone’s lives and I’m lucky to still have my job, my health, and my sanity. But as a sex addict, it quickly became almost unbearable being cooped up with just porn to satisfy me. But my saviour came in the form of real sex sounds from Tracy the hardnipped whore next door.

As the outbreak of the virus spread across Europe, I was working in Prague before being told to return home to Belfast before the borders closed. My apartment at home is a new build. The type sold with some of the best marketing you can buy but in reality are actually built fast and with poor quality materials whilst looking sleek on the outside.

Nevertheless, after some initial teething problems with the construction company, I’m happy here and have made the apartment my own cosy space. The neighbours in the block are all nice and we all keep ourselves to ourselves. It’s the neighbours next door to me who are the focal point of this story slash confession that I wish to share with you all.

Upon moving in, my next-door neighbour was a nice, quiet guy from the UK working off and on in Belfast. As soon as Covid hit, he packed up and headed home leaving an empty apartment next door. I was expecting it to be empty for a while under the circumstances, but he was soon replaced by a stocky guy from Dublin.

He was a nice guy and settled in fast. Like everyone, I spent a lot of time indoors during the lockdown. I suffer from asthma so I was particularly concerned about catching the virus. In contrast to the previous neighbour, my new one spent a lot of time on the phone. The thin walls meant I could hear almost every word. It was annoying, but soon I discovered it had a silver lining.

In an attempt to make up for the lack of casual sex that I usually enjoy with travelling, I began watching porn regularly to try and make up for it. But before long, it began satisfying me for shorter periods of time. My savour came in the form of Tracy, my neighbour’s new girlfriend who moved into his apartment not long after him. I would soon find her nickname of “Tracy the hardnipped whore”.

I bumped into them moving in as I came back from the shop and we had a socially distanced conversation. ”You make a lovely couple, where did you meet?” I said and received the awkward simultaneous response of ”Tinder” from him and ”pub” from her. We laughed it off and went our separate ways.

That night, I could hear their muffled voices as they talked in the apartment. Getting into bed, I settled into my freshly washed sheets for a Saturday night Netflix session. As it got to around 11pm, the voices got louder. It appeared that their bedroom was basically back to back with mine. Whilst I was hoping they weren’t going to start blasting music until the early hours, I got a pleasant surprise instead.

The voices disappeared and were replaced by softer noises. I paused my TV to listen closer and could hear the soft moans and sighs associated with foreplay. I was frozen. It was like being in the same room as them. I’m very much a voyeuristic person and whilst I’ve observed multiple orgies, gangbangs, and private sex parties at swingers clubs and the like, it was never with an everyday couple who were unaware of my presence.

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I know it’s wrong. I know I should have popped in headphones and turned my TV back on. But I didn’t. I could suddenly hear her deepthroating her boyfriends cock loudly and it triggered me. I reached inside my bedside table for a magic wand and dildo as quiet as possible in case they heard me, lubed it and placed the wand against my clit and inserted the dildo into me slowly.

The sex sounds next door dropped in intensity and I was disappointed thinking he’d cum in her mouth and it was over. But then she began moaning intensely. I assumed he was eating her pussy. I pressed harder against my clit wishing someone was doing it to me. When the fucking finally began, their sex noises got even more intense.

He was a very vocal guy who was pounding her hard with manly grunts and she was a very loud moaner who had a beautiful orgasmic moan as she was fucked. I could hear almost every thrust as their bed hit the wall. I would plunge the dildo into me in sync with every thrust he plunged into her, fantasizing about what position they were in, what she was wearing, and what the whole scene looked like.

My neighbor was pretty intense with dirty talk and placed a big focus on Tracy’s tits. To be fair, she was gifted with a pair of natural big tits. He made comments on how hard her nipples were and she responded with “fuck me like a whore!”. So, since the first session I mentally referred to her as “Tracy the hardnipped whore”.

About twenty minutes into their session, I had cum twice. My orgasms were almost seizure like as I clenched my mouth closed and tried to remain as still as possible. The thought of them knowing this slightly awkward but friendly woman next door was masturbating to them was terrifying. But it also added to the sheer taboo and horniness of it all.

After thirty minutes, I could hear their sex sounds and moans getting louder and more intense. I wanted to cum with Tracy the hardnipped whore and my neighbour. I pumped up the intensity of my dildo thrusts and edged with the wand. “Cum in me! Cum in me, baby! Oh fuck, please! Please give it to me!” she screamed at him in lust. It was as loud as being on the bed next to her.

As he made the telltale growing series of intense moans, I knew he was about to cum hard. I slammed the magic wand against my clit and pulled the dildo out at high speed. I let out a weak moan and gasp that I tried my best to hide. As the dildo came out, so did an involuntary squirt all over my bed.

I lay there quivering and writhing in the throes of an orgasm on soaking sheets listening to their sex sounds subside before being replaced with the distant sound of the shower and extractor fan. It was the best orgasm I’d had since the lockdown. Ever since, I’ve been masturbating to their sex sounds and have enjoyed prolonged sessions listening to them as they dabble in BDSM.

Ironically, the construction company called a few weeks later asking how everything was going and if I had any complaints. I neglected to mention the thin walls. My only regret was the initial soaking of my newly washed bedsheets on the first session of listening to the intense sex sounds of Tracy the hardnipped whore and my neighbour.

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