The Houseguest Part II

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The Houseguest Part IIPart I: https://xhamster.com/stories/the-houseguest-745472Part II: The next morningThe next morning, after very little sleep, I got up quietly and turned off Brenda’s alarm. I went upstairs and began making breakfast for everyone, got lunches ready, and then made sure everyone got off to school. Then, her and I remained.I called in sick to work. I rarely do, and it felt to me like there might be an extension of last night. Brenda had been staying over for a few days while her house was being renovated. She was a good friend of my wife’s, but with her husband away and my wife away, we ended up connecting in more ways than one.I was on my second cup of coffee when I heard her footsteps coming up from her basement room. She had put on some pink fleece pyjamas (she was completely naked when I left the room a little over an hour ago), and was still completely dishevelled. “Is everyone gone?” she asked, coming up to me, seizing my coffee mug and having a drink from it. I nodded. The she got up on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. I went and got myself another coffee while she leaned up against the kitchen counter, holding the coffee mug against her chest, with both hands. “Thank you for letting me sleep in.””I figured you needed a little more sleep.””Can you just come home with me when the house is done?” Her husband neglected her so much, which is really what led to last night’s adventure. Apparently all these gestures, which seemed completely normal to me, were sharp contrast to her everyday life.I smiled.She took a sip of coffee and put it on the counter, walked in front of me again and put her hand on my chest. “Well maybe I could thank you properly before you go into work.” Her hand brushed against me as she moved it down over top of my pants. She bit her lower lip, before I kissed her.She began undoing my pants. She canlı kaçak iddaa said back before she got on her knees and pulled my cock out. She started by running her tongue along the shaft, slowly, from the base to the tip. She kept her eyes trained on me, and each time she got to the tip, she started again.I began running my hand through her messy hair as she continued to tease me.She kept looking at me as she took the tip in her mouth, her mouth open wide when she took it in. Then she would close her mouth as she pulled it out, with an audible pop at the end. She had on hand on the base, stroking it as she took it in and out of her mouth.Her eyes continued to look up at me as she sucked on my balls and stroked my cock. Then taking my cock back in her mouth, she looked down for a moment.I pulled her hair back a little bit to make her look up again. She looked back up at me and took me deeper. Maybe a little too deep. She gagged a bit and pulled back suddenly, drool creeping out of her mouth.”You like that,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Yes,” I said.Brenda then went as deep as she could, holding herself there as she fought her reflexes, coughing spit up the shaft of my cock. When she pulled back, a line of spit continued to connect her mouth to my cock until it broke and landed on her pjs.I signalled for her to stand up, and she did. I grabbed her pyjama top and ripped it open. One of the buttons ripped off and fell onto the kitchen floor, but it only turned her on.She got back onto her knees and took me in completely. She gagged harder but continued to look up. I watched her run her hand down the front of her pj pants and she started pleasing herself. Between the feeling of her moaning on my cock and gagging, I was starting to feel myself get more and more excited. This seemingly innocent woman was giving me one of the best canlı kaçak iddaa blowjobs I’d ever received and she just kept going. Her tongue. Her lips wrapped around me. The stream of spit running down her chin and onto her chest.I grabbed her head and began thrusting hard into her mouth. She was gagging so much, still fingering herself and moaning, unfazed by the progressively rough nature of this facefuck.Every time she moaned the vibration brought me closer and closer. Every time I looked at her on her knees, watching me, submitting herself to me, I got closer to cumming.”Make me cum,” I ordered.She pulled my cock out, holding it against her cheek as she smiled at me and asked, “are you going to cum all over me?””I’m going to cum down your throat.”She enthusiastically put my cock back in her mouth and rocked herself to send me back and forth into her mouth, then grabbed my legs and pulled forward so that I was as far into her throat as possible. I could feel her gag and fight every instinct to pull back. She looked up and I grabbed her hair, holding her there, as I released down her throat.I watched as she composed herself enough to swallow, then opened her mouth wide with her tongue out. I put my hand under her chin and fingers along her jawbone, tilting her up in inspect her mouth.”Good girl,” I told her. She stood up and I spun her around. I put my hand down her pants and started playing with her pussy. Her panties were soaking wet. Then I whispered in her ear, “I think I am going to stay home today.””Mmmm. I wonder what we will do with our free time,” she replied, playing with her glistening breasts.”I have a few ideas.””Do they all involve using me for sex?””They do.”She turned around, still a mess of bedhead and a face and chest full of spit. She grabbed my hand, which I removed from inside her when she turned, and took canlı kaçak bahis my fingers into her mouth.”You know I’ve never done a blowjob like that.””Could have fooled me.””Well I’ve watched the porn my husband watches. And he always wanted me to gag for him, but I never wanted to.””What changed?””You’re not him.”I smiled. “You’re right.” With that I lifted her onto the counter and split her legs, holding them while I put my cock against her. Knowing this would be the second time in many months that she had been fucked was enough to get me hard again. She was so wet that I slid in with little effort, although she was tight from not having had sex often lately.With nobody in the house besides us, she did not hold back. She was a screamer for sure, belting out the high-pitched notes every time I thrust into her. She reached back and held onto the lip on the opposite side of the counter as I held her legs and fucked her hard.”Oh fuck,” she started crying out. I could tell that she strengthened her grip on the counter and was climbing toward an orgasm.”Cum for me baby,” I told her. Her screams had turned into one long, loud moan. She barely moved her body, her breasts bouncing only from the momentum every time I thrust into her. “Right there,” she managed to get out, breathlessly. I thrust several more times. “Cum inside me,” she begged.Her wet pussy and her body were enough to make any man cum. But knowing she was on the verge. Hearing her beg for it. It was too much.I moaned as I felt my body ready. That must have been the catalyst for her too. We both had orgasms, and my warm cum burst inside her. She was quick to slip off the counter and she grabbed my cock. She sucked off the leftover cum on it, licking it clean.When she stood up I swept her pussy with my fingers, gathering the stream of cum that dripped from her and put it to her mouth. She licked my fingers clean too.Then she grabbed my hand and led me downstairs. We walked into the bathroom and she brought me into the shower with her. She didn’t say another word while we were in the shower, but that might be because her mouth was full…

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