A few months back, I was housesitting for a relative at a rather posh midrise condo — the kind with a concierge and a rooftop view of the city, full of new money and people living beyond their means enjoy.
Naturally, I wanted to milk this temporary fantasy lifestyle for all it’s worth, so I reached out to my favorite fuckbuddy (aka [the “wish fulfilling college girl” from my last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/RandomActsOfMuffDive/comments/60njp3/30_m4f_success_makeawish_granted_in_boston/) aka Claire because that name just kind of came to mind) and invited them over.
Okay so here’s a physical quick description for those that want it:
**Me**:
Average height white guy with a slim build. Closely-shaved head and a modest beard. Pretty standard I guess, but I’ve got a nice cock. Nothing record-setting — approximately 7” long and about as big around as an empty toilet paper roll — but it makes me (and others) happy.
**Claire**:
Tiny-but-mighty mocha-skinned girl with hair almost as short as my own, like if a younger Rosario Dawson was cast as Natalie Portman’s character from *V for Vendetta*. Piercing dark brown eyes and full, sexy lips with a tight round ass to match. Their tits are perfect little handfuls with pierced nipples — VERY fun to suck on.
Alright now back to the scene:
Claire comes over for a little smoke, a little drink, and a little *Shaun of the Dead*. Before long though, we start making out and I suggest we go scope out the roof deck. This wasn’t a sly kind of *”oh, look we’re up on the roof deck I guess we may as well fool around…”* situation: my intentions were clear. Claire knew *exactly* what I wanted to do once we got up there.
We went to the very top floor and out onto the roof.
Nobody there.
We walk across a narrow catwalk connecting two separate parts of the roof.
Nobody on the other side, either.
Strange, because it’s a beautiful night out, but good news for us.
I turned back at my trusty fuckbuddy with a sly grin. Those full, pouty lips looked so delicious that I couldn’t resist: I pushed Claire up against the railing and we made out hard.
I made my way from their mouth over to their left earlobe, and could hear Claire’s breathing quicken as I nibbled softly.
My hands wandered up their blouse. I squeezed Claire’s small, supple breasts and pinched both nipples. Claire’s blouse was loose enough that I could easily access their tits with my mouth. I kissed and licked and played with their nipple rings; the tiny, metal barbells *clanged* against my teeth as I sucked harder and harder.
I opened wide and fit most of Claire’s left tit in my mouth, much to their apparent delight.
But as soon as I made made my way over to their right breast, Claire unzipped my pants and got down on their knees.
I inhaled sharply, bracing for what was about to come.
As I mentioned in [that last post](https://www.reddit.com/r/RandomActsOfMuffDive/comments/60njp3/30_m4f_success_makeawish_granted_in_boston/), this girl has never been subtle when it comes to blowjobs; they’re bold and messy and fucking out of this world.
I soaked in the view of the Boston skyline while listening to the faint city traffic and a deep, deliberate slurping sound coming from below.
We were by no means in the shadows, and anyone in the adjacent buildings could have potentially gotten a free show — not that either of us cared very much at that point. (If you saw us, upvote and leave a comment!)
My cock got wetter and wetter as Claire took it deeper and deeper into her throat.
Just when I began to feel a trickle of saliva running down my cock, Claire suggested that we head indoors. (Probably for the better, too, because if we had kept going I wouldn’t have lasted much longer!)
Back inside, I turned off the lights in the living room and opened the door to the balcony overlooking the courtyard.
Balcony sex wasn’t in the cards tonight (too well-lit and too many families walking about), but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t enjoy a good midsummer night’s breeze.
Claire went into the bathroom while I moved things around to make space for us in the living room.
The living room is open and dark, the only source of light coming from the courtyard below the balcony. In walks Claire, wearing this stunning black lingerie complete with garter belt and corset. I legit felt like some kind of wealthy playboy with a way-too-expensive escort.
So innocent yet so slutty: dressed like this classy lady of the night, but that night Claire was going to be my little fuck toy.
I couldn’t keep my hands OR my mouth off of Claire. I moved from their lips down and around to the back of their neck. Claire bent over a chair while my eager mouth traveled down their back, toward the aforementioned tight round ass.
I moved the sexy lace underwear aside and gently traced Claire’s soaking wet pussy with my tongue. I teased for a bit, brushing my nose against their wet cunt and listening to the gasps of anticipation. The tease was on both of us though, as I couldn’t WAIT to get a taste of that delicious pussy.
I eagerly and deliberately lapped Claire’s pussy front-to-back, making a broad stroke with my tongue to savor as much as possible. I couldn’t reach Claire’s clit with my mouth at that angle so I used my fingers to massage the g-spot while my tongue circled their tight little asshole, causing Claire to quiver and gasp loudly. These gasps only got louder when I plunged my tongue deep inside.
*(side note: if y’all are interested, I’ll definitely tell you the story of how Claire turned me from a complete analphobe to a card-carrying booty-eater. It’s a true coming-of-age tale, but one for another day)*
After a good amount of ass eating, my cock was getting jealous and Claire was well past ready.
Using a combination of spit and lube, I s-l-o-w-l-y penetrated Claire’s asshole as they let out a deep moan. We hadn’t practiced anal in a long time — maybe even a few months — so we were basically back to square 1 (that’s the square where you go very, VERY slowly and use a ton of lube).
Claire’s ass was so goddamn tight around my cock, but it was the reaction it generated that really excited me. Claire once told me that anal makes them squirt, and come to find out they weren’t bluffing: before long they had worked themself into a frenzy and released a small geyser on the towel beneath us.
Claire suggested that we head to the bedroom. I grabbed us some water (or was it wine? My memory is a little fuzzy…) to rehydrate. When I got in there Claire immediately plunged mouth-first onto my cock, getting me rock hard again in no time.
From there I pushed Claire onto their back, ass elevated by a pillow and legs up over my shoulders. I entered Claire slowly, making long, deliberate thrusts with my cock rubbing against their clit. To be honest I don’t think I lasted very long at that point — I had been building up and building up all night and I couldn’t hold back much longer. I came hard and kissed Claire even harder.
Completely and utterly satisfied, we both passed out on this king-sized mattress and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning started with another amazing, messy blowjob and Claire riding me cowgirl while I played with their tits. Lots of kissing, lots of fluids shared, lots of sheets being washed, and then…the bad news:
in a few days Claire was going to be going out of state for the rest of the summer.
Like a good Netflix binge, I had reached the series finale without even realizing it.
But, like any great finale, this one turned out to be a two-parter…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/78tyxy/adventures_in_housesitting_mf_semipublic_mouth
Good story and all, but I wonder what your native language is. Generally good English, but you keep using the wrong female third person pronouns, it is “her” not them or their. These are plural forms. Or is Claire schizophrenic and has more than one personality?
So distracting to try and read that. You call her a girl in the story but refuse to use she or her? I truly don’t understand the whole pronoun thing. Someone please explain it to me. I’m my eyes girl = her and she. I’m not talking about anything to do with transgender right now but if someone is a girl, wtf is wrong with her and she pronouns? Also, you typed Claire 33 times in that story.