My Neighbor Makes Porn

My Neighbor Makes Porn: Oh, Henry!

Hello, naughty ones. Ever have that one neighbor who seems so normal, so put-together that you’d never guess in a million years that they’re into some wild shit? Well, that was Henry for me. And I remember texting my BFF and spilling the beans: “I just found out my neighbor makes porn!” But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Finding Out My Neighbor Makes Porn

Let me paint a picture for you. Imagine Henry lives two doors down from you. He’s clean-cut and soft-spoken, drives a sensible car, and always says “good morning” when getting his mail. His lawn is always perfect. Plus, he recycles and even has a small garden.

Now that’s the kind of guy you’d trust to feed your cat while you’re on vacation, isn’t it? You certainly wouldn’t expect to casually say “yeah, my neighbor makes porn,” while shooting the breeze with someone. And that wouldn’t be the guy you’d expect to catch choking a tied-up girl on camera while calling her his “cum dumpster,” would you? However, that mild-mannered guy I just described did those things—and more.

I was taking my trash out one afternoon when I heard sex sounds coming from his place, and I froze. Up until then, the only sounds I ever heard coming from Henry’s place were his car and lawnmower.

That couldn’t be Henry… could it?

Some of you already know what a nosy parker I am. So it should come as no surprise that I made it my business to get a better view. And I’m glad I did because I followed the noises to his half-cracked garage door.

Inside was an array of cameras, ring lights, tripods, and a futon. A petite redhead, wearing a collar, wrist restraints, and nipple clamps, was on her knees, gasping for breath. Henry was standing in front of her, shirtless, with his jeans around his ankles. And he didn’t seem to care about the redhead’s lack of oxygen. He grabbed her hair and forced his cock down her throat.

I stood there, watching through that narrow crack, stunned and instantly turned on by what I saw. You never would’ve convinced me that quiet, earth-conscious Henry was into amateur porn. I think I even mumbled to myself, “I can’t believe my neighbor makes porn.”

And to be clear, it wasn’t generic guy-girl porn

Not only did I learn that my neighbor makes porn, I also learned he likes it rough, and he obviously likes an audience. I watched him pull out, grab her jaw, and spit right into her mouth like it was nothing.

“Swallow,” he growled, before slapping her tits so hard they bounced and reddened. And she moaned like she loved every second of it. Then he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock down her throat again, fucking her mouth with brutal thrusts. Her gagging only seemed to make him get rougher with her.

Soon, he was breathing so heavily that he was almost hissing between his teeth. And with one last thrust, he held her head down and groaned loud enough for me to feel it between my legs.

“Don’t you fucking waste it, slut!” he barked, pumping every drop down her throat as she struggled to breathe. Then he pulled his freshly milked cock out of her mouth and slapped her cheek with it. “Open. Show me.” She obeyed, tongue out. Mouth glistening.

“Good slut,” he offered just as I crept away and headed home.

I had so many questions after I found out my neighbor makes porn

How many videos had he made? How many co-stars did he have?

So did I end up gagging on his cock like the redhead while his cameras captured every second? Call me and find out.  In the meantime, read about my lover and  his creampie obsession!

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