It’s been weeks. Aya’s still here. Still leaving the kitchen a mess. Still leaving her clothes everywhere. Refusing to help with any of the chores. Refusing even to clean up after herself.
I can’t even remember who invited her in, was it me? Clive, across the hall? Ilan, upstairs in the master? Maybe she came to a party here, crashed for the night? Maybe she’s a friend of a friend? Maybe she just walked in when someone left the door open.
It doesn’t even matter anymore.
She’s sitting on the couch, leaning back, watching tv, feet up on the ottoman. I sip my coffee, standing against kitchen counter, watching her watch tv. I could just ask her to leave. But it would be rude… considering.
I sit down next to her, my eyes trace her tanned, muscular legs, smooth, bare, completely exposed. She’s wearing these ridiculously tiny black panties, basically a string around the curve of her hips. Her pussy is covered but little else.
Her belly, flat, toned, disappears under a thin, white t-shirt. Her large breasts pull at the fabric, her dark nipples visible through the semi-transparent material. I can’t help myself, I reach out, place my fingers around her breast, squeeze it, feel its weight.
Aya smiles at me, her brown eyes inviting my touch, welcoming it. She has her dark brown curls tied in a bun over her head. Even having just woken up, she’s beautiful.
“Good morning, Xander,” she says, “Sleep well?” Her hand slides beneath my wasitband, grabs my cock, strokes it. “You feel tense.”
It feels fucking amazing, is what it feels. I lay back, let her rub me while she watches her show. I’m playing with her nipples, pulling her breasts by them. I’m always looking for new ways to enjoy her tits. She loves letting me explore, is down for anything.
Ilan lately has been riding her ass. But Clive loves her tits even more than I do. He ambles down the hall, sees us, takes a seat on Aya’s other side. He grabs her other breast, pinches her nipple. Her smile widens. She grabs Clive’s cock, strokes him, too.
Clive lifts her shirt, leans over, sucks on a tit.
I put my hand behind Aya’s head, push her down, towards my cock. She gently pushes Clive off her. I was here first, it’s all about etiquette. She leans over, takes my erection into her mouth. She gives me a smirk, I gasp. This never gets old. I have pumped so much cum in her since she arrived.
She led me, the first time. I still remember that, at least. Her walking into my room, early in the evening, wearing just a towel, making small talk while I wondered what was going on, wondered about the swell of her chest hinted at beneath her towel. She saw my glances down. They were obvious, they were what she wanted. She dropped the towel away, showed me her nude body, smiling proudly, confidently, legs crossed to emphasize her curves. My jaw dropped. “Wanna fuck?” she asked. Damn right I wanted to fuck. Three times that night she drained my balls, once in her mouth, once in her pussy, once on her tits. It was something out of a fantasy.
And she’s never stopped. Any time, day or night, if she’s in the house, she lets me fuck her. I’ve woken her up when I was drunk at 3am and had her blow me. She was happy to, swallowing like always. Whlie she was on a phone call, laying face down on the couch, she let me pound away at her ass. I’ve fucked her in the kitchen, bent over the counter, I don’t know how many times. That’s one of my favorites. In retrospect, having to clean up after her is a small price to pay.
I found out later she did the same thing with Clive, and similar with Ilan. She was ingratiating herself to all of us. I’ve had friends over, too, had them fuck her. She always obliges.
She’s sucking and slurping on my cock, slapping it against her cheek, making sure its messy, that drool gets everywhere. Making sure I can see. Clive’s cock is in her pussy, he’s fucking her from behind. “You nasty fucking slut,” I tell her. She grins, blows another wad of spit onto my cock. Rubs it in with her hand. Wraps her lips around the head of my shaft, flicks her tongue around.
It’s incredible, I’ve never had anyone blow me so enthusiastically. She’s got me so hard, so swollen, my cock is flush, ready to burst. She knows, she’s an expert. She pushes it flat against my belly, exposing my balls. She sucks them into her mouth.
I groan, pant, writhe. Her lips tug on my sac. Her tongue teases me. She’s really enjoying seeing me squirm. There’s no way I’m going to last much longer.
Clive bucks, slams his hips into Aya’s ass. He finishes, rolling back, catching his breath. His cum drips from her pussy.
I guide her onto the floor, onto her knees, bend her over the ottoman. I slap and squeeze her ass, feel her muscles. She arches her back, presenting herself. Her swollen pussy lips drip, ooze with fluid. She grins over her shoulder, says, “You horny for my asshole, big boy?”
She spreads her cheeks, showing me her tight pink knot. I lean forward, lick it. I like hearing her moan, hearing her suck her breath between clenched teeth. I push my finger in, she’s ready. I guide my drool-slicked cock to her asshole, push the tip against her opening, feel its heat.
“Are you a man?” she says to me, “Are you going to teach me my place?”
I push my shaft in. Her ass is so tight, so hot.
“Deeper,” she begs. I push in deeper. “More,” she whimpers. I push in all the way. My hips are against hers. Her ass is so incredibly tight. “Fuck me,” she moans. I thrust once, twice, three times. That’s all I can take, it’s too much. Her ass milks my cock, my balls twitch, I cum, my cock spurting deep inside her, filling her ass. “Fuck yes,” she says.
I fall back, lean against the couch. Watch the cum drip from her ass, mix with the heat of her pussy. She rolls over, sits spread eagle on the ground, in front of Clive and me. She fingers herself, finishing herself off.
I guess I’m ok with her staying on, a houseguest who won’t leave.
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