I had one subject to complete my degree. It was a do-over because too much partying the first time around.
At the time I was working and studying a very manageable workload (one subject that I had done before). Unfortunately for me the subject was a year long ordeal.
Anyway, one of my bosses was going on holiday just at the time that I took leave to study for my final end of year exam. She lived close to town in a little inner-city village, lots of restaurants, pubs and coffee shops.
She approved my leave and told me she and her family were taking leave at the same time. I’d been at her place before and we had a good relationship. She asked me to house-sit and look after the family dogs. Awesome! I’d get out of my housemates’ way and be able to enjoy a little inner city cafe culture into the bargain.
The time arrived and I got the tour and instructions on how to take care of the dogs, tend to the composting and so on. My boss had pre-prepped and frozen some meals for me and her husband showed me their porn stash and given me *carte blanche* to enjoy it.
Anyway, at the time I was *entertaining* a couple of ladies regularly and another couple of ladies on the occasional. I have previously written about some of these ladies.
I think my decision to use their home as a debauched bachelor pad came from when I went for a coffee on the first morning with my notes and books and set up camp in a little cafe a short walk from the house. That’s where I met Ella.
Ella was a waitress on a working holiday during gap year. She was 18 and from Cardiff, Wales.
Ella’s accent was a gentle lilt and music to my ears.
She was about 5’1″ with a sun-kissed honey tan, dark brown hair and beautiful clear blue eyes. She was wearing black flats, black stockings, a black skirt, black apron and branded lighter coloured t-shirt which was of baggy on her.
I drank coffee and read my notes and she’d clear cups and we’d chat. After the second cup of coffee she gained sufficient confidence to start to tease me saying stuff like “*…all work and no makes for a dull boy*” an things like that.
I told her that “*All play and no work sees me having to repeat a very dull subject.*”
I told her I was minding a place not far from there and studying for my finals and that she was a very wonderfully welcome and appealing distraction yaddah yaddah yaddah.
We’d back and forth a little like that pushing the *double entendre* envelope from both sides.
Eventually the lunch crowd moved in and Ella asked me if I wanted to order anything for lunch.
I asked her if there was anything she could recommend.
“*What do you think you’d like?*” she asked.
I looked straight into her sparkling blue eyes and said “*Nothing on the menu. Is there something you could recommend?*”
The electricity in the air was palpable. Our eyes were locked for what seemed like an eternity.
Micro-expressions are a wonderful thing. They’re so brief and so subtle that they can pass without notice but when you do notice them it’s like a lightbulb moment.
Her eyes crinkled (in a smile or in disbelief at the brazenness of my suggestion I don’t quite know), she bit her lip for an instant and her tongue darted across them moistening them before she spoke.
“*Well…we close at 2 so perhaps we can find something that will fit the bill after that?*”
“*Excellent idea*” I said barely able to think. I closed my books and said “*these are not going to be any use to me whilst I can’t concentrate*”
She smiled. I ordered another coffee.
Two o’clock came and I settled the bill and waited for Ella to close up.
She came out having changed out of her branded tee and was wearing a strappy little top which was anything but baggy and shewed off her amazing C Cups.
We were at the house in no time, all over each-other in no time after that and naked, if it was two minutes I’d be amazed, after that.
I lifted her onto the kitchen table and began kissing my way down her neck to those beautiful tits. Her tan lines were hot as fuck. She had this golden tan and ghostly white tan lines marking out a bikini bathing suit pattern.
I kissed her almost invisible ghostly nipples until they became pointy little pink rocks on her beautiful white tits. I trailed kisses down her belly and across her mound which was covered in dark brown pubic hair trimmed neatly to match the line of her bikini bottoms. She smelled amazing but I wasn’t going anywhere near her pussy just yet.
I kissed and licked down her thighs and back up parting her legs as she lay back on the table giggling and sighing as I kissed my way towards her pussy. Her lips were covered in sparse dark hair which was slick with juice. I couldn’t restrain myself any more but I wasn’t going to go in like a bull at a gate and delicately dragged the tip of my tongue from the glistening opening of her pussy gently and lightly tracing the outline of her sensitive inner lips which were peeking through her puffy outer lips. After a couple of laps of that delightful circuit I dragged my tongue along the underside of her clit which was standing proud and uncovered.
She involuntarily arched her back and swivelled her hips to meet my tongue.
I grabbed a condom from my pants and rolled it on and positioned myself at the gates to paradise. I leant into her forcing the head of my cock into her drenched, hot tight pussy. She shuddered, I shuddered in response (only polite right?).
I love first entry. Love, love, love it. I love the reaction it gets, the way it feels, the whole lot.
I look up and see goosebups all over Ella’s tits – fuck! I just love the way that girls’ bodies are put together like that.
I start thrusting slowly and methodically, going deeper each time, almost pulling all the way out each time until after a few minutes I’m taking long steady full depth strokes into her beautiful pussy.
She locks her heels behind my arse and reaches up for me. I lean forward and she grabs at my back lifting herself off the table as I fuck her. I bend my knees and brace to take her weight as I’m buried in her up to the hilt.
I glance over and we’ve left a small, smeared puddle of juices on the table.
She grabs me harder wrapping her arms around me and flexes her legs and hips to start riding me as I stand with her impaled on my cock in the middle of the kitchen dining area.
My legs are starting to feel it and I tighten my bearhug crushing her tits against me bringing her riding of me to a halt. I waddle with her impaled on my cock over to the couch in the lounge (not far).
I go to deposit her on the couch but I miscalculate and we end up on the floor. No injuries just a very inelegant transition which breaks her heel lock and ends up with me pulling out of her as we come to rest on the rug on the floor.
I find her lips and kiss her hard lining my cock up with her pussy as I do so. I achieve re-entry as we kiss and she moans into my mouth (another thing I just love).
Now, with a more stable and comfortable platform I start thrusting into her with greater and greater ferocity my balls slapping against her arse and her tits jiggling on her chest as she lets out a little high grunt with each inward thrust.
Pretty soon she’s clawing at my chest and arms announcing that she’s about to cum.
“*I’m cumming, I’m cumming, oh my God I’m cummmmmminnnnnggggg*”
Well that’s enough to send me over the edge and I blast a load into the condom.
A few minutes of post-coital recovery on the rug and we get up and start kissing again. I take her by the hand and take her to the bedroom for round 2.
After round 3 it was starting to grow dark and I suggested she stay the night.
She agrees.
I put her clothes into the washing machine. Round 4 whilst her clothes wash.
I hang her clothes as she sleeps she wakes and comes out of the bedroom naked as I’m making (reheating) – vegetable curry and rice.
We eat naked. We take a bath. We fuck in the bath.
We switch on the TV in bed. I tell her that my boss’ husband showed me their porn collection. We throw on a video. We fuck again.
We fuck throughout the night three or four more times. I’m absolutely drained and she’s covered in bruises, carpet burn and whisker rash.
She’s got an early start. So, at 5am I get a good morning blow job. We fuck again. My cock is sore (not as sore as it would have been had we not been using condoms but sore enough) and it feels like I’m cumming dust. The kind of pain and misery every young man longs for.
She leaves for work with a spring in her step and an invitation to come back for a late lunch. Unfortunately she declines as she has plans.
My house-sitting stint was to last 10 days.
During that 10 day period I entertained both my regular ladies and my guest star for probably 8 of those 10 days and I think the only rooms we did not fuck in were the kids’ bedrooms because that would have just been wrong, wouldn’t it?.
I did my best to sanitise the dwelling and the hard and soft furnishings but I really hope they burnt the sheets.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tdrpyi/bad_housesitter_bad_boy_down_mf