Cumming Home

Lazing on the couch after I’ve woken up, it was such a cold day that I did not feel like doing anything at all. The shows on the TV was boring as hell and my iPad was the only thing that provided me with entertainment. After an hour of drowsy gameplay, my housemate came home and she walked clumsily onto the empty spot of the sofa, carelessly dropping her bag. I went to her and held her up while leading her back to her room. Lydia had been living in my apartment for half a year now, and I still couldn’t get wind of what she was working as, only knowing that she would leave house at night and only return in the morning.

I brought her to her room and fetched a glass of warm water for her, unable to smell any alcohol, just the same perfume she wore out the previous night. After she was done with the glass of water, I tucked her under the blankets and made sure everything was tidy, before turning to leave the room.

The drunk-looking girl suddenly pulled my arm and stopped me, bringing me down onto her body. With my face right in front of her, the tear stain down her cheeks seemed so much more obvious.

Me: ‘Are you alright? Don’t cry k?’

The beautifully make-up face did not utter a word but held me close, hugging me in an attempt to feel wanted again. Then in a sobbing voice, she breathed a few times of hot air into my ears before speaking in a tired tone.

Lydia: ‘After all these months, you are the one who would be there for me when I need.’
Me: ‘Well, you said I was the only friend you have in Singapore. Haven’t you been meeting your old school mates?’
Lydia: ‘My girlfriends have been avoiding me while my male friends just see me as a girl gone wild, approaching me only to hope I sleep with them.’
Me: ‘Such things do happen when you’re overseas for such a long time. People change.’
Lydia: ‘I just want someone to be there for me. I don’t want to be alone anymore.’
Me: ‘You’re never alone.’

She thanked me in a accidental sexual voice and pulled the blanket away, leaving her low cut V neck cleavage in my view.

Lydia: ‘Help me undo my bra?’

I was about to reach behind her back when she held my hands, giving me a mesmerising stare.

Lydia (whispering): ‘The hook is in front.’

Since she said that, I pulled her shoulder straps down her arms and examined the lacy silicon bra with a gold-plated lock between. I tugged at the cups to free her breasts and she grabbed me closer to her, kissing my lips with life. I remained seated next to her but was leaning down over her soft boobs, letting her tongue summon the devil in me. Our wet tongues kept brushing across each others’ and her hands quickly removed my shirt, while my hands slowly went back to her breasts and tuned her nipples.

Me: ‘I can’t be your boyfriend you know? You deserve someone better.’
Lydia: ‘I don’t care about better. I just want to thank you for being there for me.’

She pressed my head to direct my lips to her nipples, where I sucked and licked them until they were wet with my saliva. As I was busy with my mouth, she asked me to strip naked and I did so, without stopping the nipple-play. Her free hands lowered her dress all the way to her feet and she held onto my dick gently, playing with it as redness painted across her cheeks.

Lydia: ‘Lie on the bed. Let me service you.’

The excitement made me jump into the bed next to her and she leaned on my chest, listening to my heartbeat for a minute or so. After that, she brought her head to my groin and the sensation of her warm mouth covered my little head. The cute probing of her tongue around my tip was unbearably arousing, and she knew I had been longing for this moment too. Flashbacks of the sweet looking girl walking around the house in just a long t-shirt, sometimes translucent, but mostly braless, flooded my head. The day-to-day visual teasing was completed with the openness of her attitude, hanging out with me and getting so close as though I was her guy.

That was what a girl would pick up when she had spent three years overseas studying. Her speed picked up shortly after and my rod was thrusting in and out of her face, driving me crazy with moans that urged her to go further. Once pre-cum was flowing much faster, she stopped the intense oral sex and held my shoulder.

Lydia (sensually): ‘Will you make love to me?’

My action of climbing between her legs gave her the answer and she held my rod in place, aimed at her pussy. I let myself in and a pee-like shiver was seen running through her body.

Me: ‘Like it?’

Lydia: ‘It has been years since I had a dick inside me.. and yours fit perfectly.’

Hearing how pleased she was, I did not make her wait anymore and thrust my hips in long and slow strokes, slowing down the one-day love affair we just started. Her body was responding well to the gentle fuck by her abs rising and lowering with my thrusts. Her opened eyes kept themselves on my face, watching my expression while she squeezed her vaginal muscles. For someone who usually cum before it was time, I found the confidence to deliver my goods at the right moment this time.

Lydia (whispering): ‘Faster?’

I picked up my pace and the wet, slopping sounds came from our privates. The girl’s head was tilted upwards and moaning sexily, with her hands on my forearms gripping tightly at times. Suddenly, she looked at me innocently and told me she was cumming. I kept my tempo steady and went on, until her body trembled in the cutest, small move ever. Her legs went around my waist to keep my inside while the orgasm overtook her body.

Panting hard, she had shown me the look that she enjoyed it a lot. I could only smile at the happier girl and she relaxed her legs to let me continue.

Lydia (whispering): ‘Shall we go wild this time?’
Me: ‘But I don’t know if I can last long if we go faster.’
Lydia: ‘It’s okay. I’ve gotten what I need.’

I placed her bolster under her hips and raised it so I could do her while kneeling. Once we were in position, I began ramming harder into her, making sure to go as deep as I could. Her relaxed pussy made my life easier by not being so tight, and I just kept going. The second orgasm hit her hard and I did not let her legs stop me. I grabbed her waist and kept tugging her pussy over my rod, jerking her so hard that another orgasm came right after.

Lydia: ‘Oh my god.. you’re making me crazy.’
Me: ‘That’s the whole point right?’

Her legs got stronger and this time, she stopped me after she recovered. We flipped over to let her ride me and her dance classes she took during her studies abroad was put into use. Her belly-dance ground me in high speed and my dick, which was constantly pushing against the underside of her pussy, was overwhelming me with sensitivity. The stimulation on her g-spot threw her into a frenzy as she continued going even in the midst of a climax.

Me: ‘Lydia, I can’t take it anymore! It’s too sensitive.’

She climbed off me and wore a loose white singlet, bringing me to the kitchen, where the opened windows offered no protection. My naked body stood behind her as she raised her shirt up, tugging hard on my dick at her pussy. I guided myself in and rammed her so hard that it shook the grills. Her perfectly arched back still managed to achieve the maximum depth I could reach and as I pounded her harder, her knees gave way and we found ourselves doggie-ing on the kitchen floor.

Me: ‘I’m cumming now.’
Lydia: ‘Don’t shoot yet. Not inside me.’

I yanked my raw and swollen dick out of her and she ran into the living room, standing in front of the sofa. I took my seat on the couch and she kneeled before me, like how a concubine would serve her king. Her head went over my rod and took it right into her mouth, slurping on it without wasting any time. The shoving of her head at my groin totally made me weak as I felt the load building up in my balls.

I gave an *arghh* as my cum fired through my barrel, pumping furiously on its own to channel the load into her mouth. The girl kept ramming her lips down my shaft and it further sucked everything out of me, giving me no chance to recover before my oversensitive tip lost control. As much as I was begging her to stop, she continued sucking me and mouth fucking me. I had no choice but to keep my hands holding onto the headrest, while my body prepared for the next round.

The growth in my groin came after minute and she just kept going, as though she was trying to kill me. The playful hands on my balls did not help either and I just kept shivering to her domination. It was only five minutes later, where I finally gave up and pinned her head into my balls, thrusting a few times before the second wave fired into her mouth.

The gagging girl did not fight my forceful hands and just swallowed, giving me a feel of my dick down her throat. Only then did she remove her mouth from my dick, which was totally confused from what it just went through.

She stood up and sat over my lap, held my face in her hands and kissed.

Lydia: ‘You like it?’
Me: ‘Yeah. But it’s sore now.’
Lydia: ‘Aww.. ‘

She reached behind her butt for my dick and fondled with it, massaging it to help me get well. We sat in that position for some time while my mouth went to her nipples to relieve the pain she just went through. That night, we made dinner together while she wore the same loose top without any underwear, and I was asked to only wear my top. Once dinner was finished, we did a quick workout on the dining table so we could have dessert. This time, I licked her pussy so hard that she came into my mouth, quenching my thirst (for her). She then sat on the chair around the table and I got on the table top, letting her suck me off till the measly drops of cum came to sweeten her night.

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