I looked down at Michael, nuzzling in against his neck, pressing my sweaty breasts against his sweaty chest. I was still panting gently from my last orgasm, and he smiled up at me as he gave a few final playful thrusts of his now mostly soft cock, which then slipped out of me. We both gave a little sigh of disappointment.
Eventually, I rolled off and lay beside him, my head now resting on his shoulder and one hand resting on his slippery, soft cock. He gave the top of my head a bit of a nozzle in an act of post coital bliss.
"Coffee," I eventually stated.
"Mmmm," he responded, obviously he had drifted off to sleep.
I got up and found one of his T shirts from a pile of clothes beside his bed. I hoped this was his semi-clean pile. I gave it a quick sniff test and decided that it could have been worse. This was my third sleepover and I think I had the layout of the kitchen in my head. I put the kettle on and found a coffee plunger, grabbed the milk from the fridge and was reaching up to the top cupboard to grab the coffee when I heard a voice behind me.
"Either the local burglars are getting very comfortable, or you are a friend of Michael's."
I turned around and found myself looking at some sort of male god. Broad shoulders, narrow hips, dark south-American type skin, chiselled jaw and a mass of wavy hair. He was tall, wow, was he tall and he was giving me a huge smile. I'm always a sucker for any guy who smiles at me, and who can make me smile. After I had finished admiring this stunning package of maleness, I finally met his eyes. They are deep brown, almost soft, but with an undercurrent of danger, or curiousness, and from the way that his eyes moved over my body, it was pretty obvious that he was undressing me in his mind. Some guys give off a really creepy vibe when they are obviously imagining me naked, but the way this guy was looking at me, just sent a flood of warmth to my pussy. Despite it being full of another man's cum.
"Arghhh," was all my lust filled mind was capable of coming up with.
"So, burglar or friend" he asked, still smiling.
'Mmmm, what happens if I am a burglar," I asked.
"Some from of punishment would definitely be required" he grinned.
God, what am I doing, I am flirting with a guy, and I don't even know his name, and Michael's cum is running down my inner thigh. It was then that I realised that all I was wearing was a slightly baggy T shirt. I could feel my nipples hard against the material and I tried really hard not to look down to check how much of a display they were providing. From the way his eyes were lingering over my breasts, I guessed that the display was impressive. And how long had he been there, as I reached up to get the coffee, had I flashed my arse at him?
"No, no, no... I'm a friend. Hi, I'm Molly."
"Hi Molly. I'm Stephen, Mike's flatmate."
I smiled.
"I was hoping you were the flatmate, and that you were not the burglar. But aren't you meant to be away somewhere with work. We thought we had the flat to ourselves for the week."
"Sorry if I spoilt your plans, but I finished up early, so grabbed a flight home early this morning."
Mmmm, should I tell him that our plans included fucking in every room of the flat this weekend, including using his en-suite. Probably not.
"No, no real plans" I sighed.
"I'll leave you to make coffee and I'll start unpacking. I really need a shower," he told me as he turned away.
The thought of him naked in the shower, soaping up his body, maybe stroking his cock thinking about me... "Bad Molly" I told myself.
I finished making the coffee and took two mugs back to Michael's room. He was sitting up scrolling through his phone.
"Your flatmate, Stephen, is back. I just flashed my arse at him in the kitchen."
He just raised his eyebrows, questioningly, so I explained our encounter.
"You never told me you shared with the most sexy guy on the planet" I started to say, then thought better of it.
"He is a good-looking guy," I finally went with.
"Yeah, I guess so. He seems to have a steady stream of girlfriends, but he never seems to stay with anyone long."
"So good for a hook-up, but not really Mr Now And Forever After."
He looked at me quizzically, "Are you looking for Mr Now And Forever After?"
"Me, no, not really, I'm only 28. But then, I guess if he fell into my lap I wouldn't push him away."
I gave him a non-committal, and I hoped, non-threatening, smile.
Wow, this was getting heavy quickly I thought to myself. We have only known each other for six weeks.
"So, what are you doing on your phone, scrolling Tinder, looking to replace me already" I asked teasingly?
'Yep, I need to find someone who is less good in bed, who hates sucking cock and who just wants Missionary position with the lights out. I never get any sleep with you."
He held up his phone. He was looking at memes of cats sitting on top of dogs.
I pulled down the sheets to see that his cock was about half hard.
"Do memes of cats get you hard," I giggled?
"No, but thinking about how little sleep we got last night did."
"I was thinking about our sexy phone call last week. That was so hot." I rested my hand on his thigh.
"I've never done that before" he told me. "Watched anyone play with themselves on a phone while I told her what I wanted to do to her. Watched her come with her fingers."
"And I reciprocated. You seemed to really enjoy how I described licking your cock. You certainly make a mess of your belly when you came."
"It wasn't just your words. You used that banana" he laughed.
I thought for a moment, then asked "Who were you thinking about when I put on that show for you. Were you fantasising about someone?"
I saw him pause. Was he going to be honest. All guys fantasise sometimes during sex, and I think that during phone sex it is even more likely."
"You of course," he replied.
I smiled. "Thank you for that correct answer. But I don't mind if you were thinking of someone else, provided that it wasn't an ex, or that blond barista at the café across the street. Come on, someone unattainable, you're a bit of a nerd. Which MCU woman would you like to have? I'll reward you."
I let one finger run along the length of his still half hard cock.
He sighed gently as he watched my finger.
"I guess Natasha Romanoff" he smiled. "No wait, that new one. The young Natasha, umm, Yelena Belova."
"Wow, assassins, high risk. I reckon that if you came before her she would cut your balls off."
I wrapped my hand around his cock, which had grown significantly, and squeezed gently.
"But what a way to go" he laughed. "So, what about you. Who were you fantasising about when we had that call?"
"Idris Elba" I told him quickly. "When you described bending me over the table and pulling down my panties, running your finger along my slit, it was definitely Idris Elba doing it."
I leant forward and kissed the tip of his cock.
"Do you want to play a game" I asked him?
He looked at me enquiringly, our coffee getting cold beside the bed.
"Do you want to tie me up and blindfold me? I brought some scarves. They're in my bag."
"Is this so you can fantasise about someone else fucking you. Am I going to be Idris Elba." He seemed to be a bit unsure if he wanted this.
"And we can blindfold you too. I can be Yelena. If you had Yelena tied to your bed, what position would you want her in?" I stroked is cock a bit more firmly.
"On her back. Missionary. I'd want to see her face, watch her breasts bounce as I thrust into her."
I rolled off the bed and scrounged through my bag, pulled out the scarves I had brought, and returned to the bed.
"If we just tie my hands, you can roll me over later of you want to. I think Idris would want to eat my pussy before he fucked me and you definitely would before you fucked Yelena."
"Fuck" was all he was capable of saying.
I laughed. "You'd better."
I lay back and offered my hands to him, wrists together. He didn't need any more of a hint and soon had my hands tied to the end of the bed and a blindfold across my eyes. I lay there, listening, trying to work out what he was doing. I could feel him moving around on the bed but couldn't work out where he was. I brought my knees up and spread my feet apart, hopefully he would find his way to where I wanted him.
The first sensation was so gentle, I wasn't sure if I had actually felt anything, then I realised that he was breathing, maybe blowing, gently across my pussy lips, it was his warm breath that I could feel. He quickly followed this with the tip of his tongue as he spread my pussy lips and then pushed deeper along my slit.
"I'm going to call you Idris. Is that OK" I asked him, almost panting.
"I don't care what you call me Yelena, you're a dangerous lying slut and I'm just going to use you and then probably get rid of you."
He pushed his tongue deeper into my pussy, then found my clit, as be brought one finger then two into play. I had started thrusting back gently against his fingers and tongue when he pulled back. I pushed my pussy up and down, thrusting against nothing, wanting more attention, before he pushed his cock roughly into me, pushing deeply in the first thrust, then was balls deep on the second thrust. All the time, I was calling him Idris, crying out the name, telling him to take me harder, to use me, to fill me with his cock. And he was calling me Yelena, being a real arsehole, abusing her, telling her how dangerous she was.
And the whole time, even as he came in me, I was imagining it was his flatmate, Steve. God I'm a bad girlfriend.
He untied me quickly after he had finished, and I removed my blindfold. I hadn't come, but it was still an amazing fuck.
