I take a deep breath and press the doorbell and wait. Oliver moved into a new apartment and has invited me over to see it. I hear footsteps shuffling towards the door, and Oliver opens it, and I look at him beaming.
“Welcome to my new lair, stranger.”, he quips.
I thank him and take off my shoes in the foyer before stepping further inside. Oliver finishes wiping down his kitchen counter and invites me to chill in the living room while he grabs us some wine. We pick a sitcom to watch on his new blue couches.
After an episode, I shift my body, so I’m laying my head on his lap. From this position, I start to glide my hands up his calves’ thighs before settling on his bulge. I stroke his bulge over his jeans, which hardens under my touch, making me grin. I turn and make eye contact with Oliver, winking at him before unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans to take out his cock. I reposition myself off the couch, so I am kneeling in front of him. I look Oliver in the eyes and lock in the gaze, give a sly smile, and slowly lick up and down his shaft to warm him up. As I am coating his beautiful cock in my saliva, the moans Oliver makes sound like a symphony to my ears and ever so encouraging to take him deeper down my throat. Oliver gathers my hair up in a gentlemanly way so I can pay special attention to the head, gently suckling while I swirl patterns around the tip using my tongue.
Oliver smooths my hair down and grabs my arm to pull me up to straddle him. He lifts my shirt up, and I take it off. Oliver takes one of my tits with both hands and puts his mouth on the nipple, sucking. He gently bites my nipples, causing me to squeal and squirm under his touch. Finally pulling off my tits, he asks me if I want to “christen” the new place with him. I smirk in response look over to the freshly cleaned kitchen counter.
Oliver’s eyes follow my gaze, and he grabs my legs to lift me up to carry me over to the kitchen counter. He sets me down on the edge gently, and I lean my head back to rest against the cupboards. Oliver kisses me on the lips, jaw, neck, tracing his way down my torso. I frantically pull my panties and bottoms off and throw them to the floor. Oliver lowers himself, so he is eye level with my pussy, stroking along the sides with his thumb. He looks up at me, moves his hands up to pinch and massage my nipples, and attaches his mouth to my pussy lips like ants on a stick. I run my hands through his short hair, get a nice grasp and gently pull his head further in while he strokes himself to the sound of the profanities coming out of my mouth on this holy Sunday.
With his mouth slick and drenched in my juices, I grab his face and pull his lips onto mine, making out passionately. Oliver grabs his cock and centers it at the entrance of my pussy. I deeply inhale and exhale into Oliver’s mouth as we both moan in ecstasy, feeling him break open my seal and stretch me. Oliver grabs on my hips and pumps into me, slowly and shallow, to warm my body up to take his member. He wraps his left hand around my neck softly and slides his right hand onto my ass, pulling me deeper onto his cock. I grind and try to rock my hips to fuck him back.
Mid-kiss, he sees me eyeing his dining table across the room and pulls out of me. Oliver grabs my hand and leads me to the table, facing a long horizontal décor mirror hung on the wall. He pushes me to bend over onto the table from my shoulders, his hands gliding down my back, tracing the curvature as he lines up his cock to my pussy again. When I look back at him, he grips onto my hip with one hand, holds his cock with the other hand, and gestures with his chin towards the mirror, pointing to our reflection. Just as I look back into the mirror, in one swift motion, Oliver thrusts his entire cock into me, which pushes me forward, and I lower my head, feeling overwhelmed with pleasure. Oliver’s body follows mine bending over, and he wraps his hand around my torso up to the base of my neck and jaw. He lifts my face up and stares intently into my eyes in the reflection as he begins to pound away at my pussy.
Oliver chuckles, watching my face closely, and breathes into my ear, “Look at how gorgeous you are, sweetheart. You’re such a good little girl, taking daddy’s cock in your tight, wet hole. I’m so fucking glad that I get to fuck this pussy whenever I want because what, baby girl?” Oliver pauses his thrusts while he waits for my answer.
“This pussy is all yours, daddy!” I huff out breathily.
“That’s right, this amazing pussy *is* mine. Good girl.”, Oliver grunts, resuming his thrusts. Oliver knows this is one of my favorite positions, so he takes his sweet time groping my body, teasing my nipples, and kissing down the contours of the back of my neck. Oliver continues pumping into me rhythmically, gradually speeding up when he feels my pussy clenching on him harder. With the increased speed of Oliver’s thrusts, I scream out his name as I am tipped over the edge… of orgasm, not the table.
My legs are still quivering when Oliver picks me up and carries me to the bedroom, tossing me onto his queen bed. Before I can sit up properly, he pounces on the bed, wrestles his way to straddling me, and grabs both of my hands, pushing them up above my head. He locks them together with one hand, shifts his body, so he sits next to me and uses his other hand to massage my clit. Oliver asks if I am ready for more between kisses, and I nod enthusiastically.
He grins mischievously, hovers as he straightens his body, and begins to glide his shaft along my pussy lips which are still shaking a little bit from the previous round. I beg Oliver to put it in, to fuck me, and Oliver simply dips the head in and remains still. He waits for me to adjust to his size again before pushing in more of his cock, inch by inch, until he bottoms out and looks at me, squirming and taking deep breaths to accommodate him. When I am finally more relaxed, he pulls out enough and pushes entirely back in. My arms break his hand restraint, wrap around his neck, and while my legs wrap around his back. I lightly dig my fingers in deeper as Oliver’s movements speed up, gaining both speed and momentum. Oliver steadies himself and starts to vary his pacing to elicit a range of verbal and nonverbal responses from me, including dragging my nails across his back creating pink trails of lust on his skin.
I put my hands on his chest and pushed him away from me a little. Oliver gives me a look of confusion mixed with concern and asks if I’m okay.”I’m more than fine, but there’s still one more room in this house that we haven’t blessed…and if we go there, well, clean up may be easier too.” Oliver’s eyes light up, and we both get up off the bed. I speed off to the bathroom with Oliver hot on my tail, “what a view,” he comments, staring intensely into my back and giving my ass a light but firm slap.
We stand next to the tub, and I wait for Oliver to turn on the showerhead. We explore each other’s bodies with our mouths and hands fervently while we wait for the water to warm up. We begin to lather each other up with a cream body wash in the shower. The soft lather of the soap, along with Oliver’s warm hands rubbing up against my body, has me feeling tingling in my pussy. As if Oliver is telepathic, his hands start to wander south of my abdomen towards my pussy while I wrap my hands around his hardening length and begin to stroke it. We back into the corner of the shower, and I get down on my knees and start to suck off Oliver’s cock. Oliver comments that my mouth is surprisingly warmer than the water flowing down his body and just as wet, if not more.
While I’m worshipping his cock orally, Oliver caresses my head and asks, “Have I ever told you how I love the way your ass makes a cute heart shape when you kneel in front of me, or I bend you over? It’s surely… a sight… for… sore eyes.” Oliver trips over his last few words, and I take that as my cue that it is game time.
I stand up, turn around, and place my leg on the ledge of the bathtub. Oliver angles his cock at the entrance of my pussy and eases it in. He steadies himself on the wall with the other and grabs my face with the other hand, and tells me that he won’t last much longer.
“Fire away then, captain.” I tease and bring my leg down to tighten my grip on his cock. I brace the wall with both hands to prepare for what is about to come.
Oliver takes this as an opportunity to fuck me, drilling into me with every fiber of his being, and I scream out at the sensations that this man makes me feel all over but especially in my pussy. I feel myself start to clamp down, and he strains to utter, “No, not yet you’ll make me cum!!”
“I can’t help it; I’m about to cum, daddy!” I squeal.
“FUCK!!!” Oliver screams and swears under his breath when I feel a sudden stream of warm liquid shooting deep into me, which induces my own earth-shattering orgasm.
“Holy shit… That was… that was…” Oliver sputters, trying to catch his breath. He slowly lowers his body to sit on the ledge of the tub and watches his cum drip out of me. Oliver takes a finger, swipes some of the cum dripping, and stands up to feed it into my mouth. I suck it clean off of his finger and smile at him.
We kiss, I pull away and grin, “well, we’ve officially broken in every room of your new home babe.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/t5j0jw/blessing_the_new_apartment_mf
This made for quite a nice fap🤔