Dinner Invitation from the Landlady (1)
I got a dinner invitation from the Landlady. And with her husband, no less. Of course, I texted back that I'd be happy to join. Then I figured she'd contact me again around evening and set my phone down.
But buuuz—my expectations went off track right away. In a pretty nice way, though. More like, an exciting way.
She apparently couldn't wait until dinner. Her message basically said to come up right away. You don't turn down an offer like that—it's just common sense. I threw on some clothes in a hurry and headed to the fifth floor, where the Landlady and her husband lived. I rang the doorbell—ding-dong.
"It's open~."
Her voice floated out, so I pushed the door open. And there she was.
"Hooh."
A naked apron. A demure lady with kind eyes kneeling on the floor, a bit shy but oh-so-inviting.
"D-dear~."
She called out to me like that, then opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue.
"Let me welcome your cock first~."
Of course, I stepped right up without hesitation. I pulled out my dick—already half-hard and throbbing—and plopped it down on her tongue with a couple taps.
Slurp.
She took it straight into her mouth and started sucking. Schlurp. Schlurp! Her kind eyes crinkled in a smile, cheeks hollowing out. Her tongue wrapped around my shaft, kissing it with wet pops. That long, elegant face swallowed my cock down to the base, nose burying into my pubes.
"Glurk! Glllrk! Huurk! Huurk!"
Her excited, ragged breaths snorted out her nose as a bonus. The tip of her tongue teased my cockhead, relentlessly lapping at the slit. She snatched up every drop of precum leaking out and gulped it down. Lick lick, slurp slurp. Schlurp schlurp, chu-pop chu-pop. Quuulp, schluuuurp. Pop.
It was a vacuum blowjob so intense it felt like she was devouring my dick, nearly pulling my whole body forward. And then those brutal head-bobs—not quite throat-fucking, but damn close. Satisfied with her perfect manners and discipline, I grabbed the back of her head and thrust deep—shluuup.
"Hngk! Ohguk! Hoooook…!"
I ground my cock deep into her throat, rubbing it around. Damn, how much had she practiced in the meantime? Not a single gag—she just clenched her throat around me, glug glug. Her nostrils flared as she breathed through her nose. Hoo hoo—she slowly exhaled through her mouth. Tap tap. Tap tap. She cautiously patted my thigh, checking in. Touched by her devotion, I pulled out.
"Puhaaa!"
The moment my cock left her throat, she gasped for air. But even as she did, she stood up. Turned around, spread her pussy wide with her hands.
"Dear~ Fuck me please~. Fuck me all the way to the kitchen~."
She wiggled her ass playfully. Squish. I slid my cock into her offered hole.
"Ohook!"
Her warm pussy melted around my dick. The fleshy walls hugged me tight. Squeeze. I savored the deep, wriggling welcome of her depths for a moment, then gripped her hips.
Plap! Plap!
"Ohook! Ohook!"
I pounded her hard, and her body shuffled forward one step at a time. She was balancing perfectly now without even touching the ground. So I ramped it up—like whipping a galloping horse. I hammered her walking pussy relentlessly.
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!
"Ohook! Ohook! Ohook! Ohook!"
Sometimes she braced against the wall; other times she trembled too hard to walk. Before I knew it, we were in the kitchen. We paused briefly by the dining table where we'd all sit for dinner soon.
"Here. I brought this ahead of time."
"Oh!"
I pulled out the hallucinogenic sleeping pills I'd prepared, and her eyes sparkled. Her pussy clenched tighter too.
"You know what to do with it."
"Yes, dear…! Hooook!"
I slammed back in deep. Revving up her quivering pussy-mobile, we headed to the kitchen counter. It was stocked with ingredients—all prepped, ready to cook. I made her brace her hands in the middle of it all and thrust hard as I asked,
"Lots of prep work, huh?"
"Ohook! Y-yes! I prepared a ton for you, dear!"
"Not the food—you."
Thud thud thud thud!
Naked except for that white apron. Her back view—just a thin string tied around her waist—slammed back against me.
"Ohook! Ohook! Ohook!"
"Dressing up like this. You're in heat, dying to seduce my cock!"
"Ohook! Yes! I wore this to tempt your cock! Picked the perfect outfit for you to fuck me senseless!"
"That desperate to taste my dick?"
"Yes! I thought I'd die waiting to get fucked by your cock!"
In the kitchen where she prepared family meals for her husband—thud thud thud thud! Apron-clad and naked. Hair yanked back. Waist arched deep like a bow. The kind-eyed housewife took my merciless pounding.
"Why not beg your husband to fuck you like this!"
"You know that's impossible! His dick just teases me!"
"Mine doesn't tease?"
"Not at all! Yours fills me up so good—it's worth it! Good thing I forced this dinner invite!"
Her cries spurred me on harder. I slammed with full force, shaking the cabinets. Plates rattled, on the verge of falling.
Thud thud thud thud!
Suddenly, one plate couldn't take the vibrations…!
"Hoot!"
Squish. Dangerous—I thrust deep while reaching out to catch it. Set the plate back, then crushed her plump ass flat again.
"Ohook! Hooook!"
Smack! Smack! I spanked each cheek.
"Whew. Can't go all out here."
"Huuu… Sorry, dear. With all the cooking prep…"
"No need to apologize. But we can't stop fucking. Instead…"
I glanced around. Past the kitchen was the living room. TV on one wall. And on the opposite wall, reflected in the dark screen…
"That looks good."
"Hwah! There…!"
A wide sofa where she sat alone or with family. Chats, TV time, warm memories huddled there. One cushion had discarded clothes—clearly a woman's, strewn about. No need to ask; her face flushed as she stammered,
"I-I didn't know when hubby would come home, so I took them off to dress quick…"
"Good girl."
I rubbed her pussy with short presses and stroked her head. She squirmed her blushing face and ass. One more spank for being so good—smack! Smack!
"Ohook! Hooook!"
"To the sofa."
With palm-whips and grinding thrusts, we chugged along—squelch squelch, hoook hoook. Like a steam train's moans. We arrived at the sofa. I shoved her toward it, grabbed her jiggling massive tits with both hands, and rammed in.
With the sofa beneath, her pussy clenched even tighter.
"Pussy's gripping harder than before. Why?"
"W-well… this is…"
I whispered in her ear,
"What's so special about here? What do you usually do here?"
"F-family rests or… watches TV…"
"And what're you doing now?"
"Fucking with you, dear…!"
Slowly, I picked up speed. Plap. Plap.
"Fucked here before?"
"Th-that's…!"
"Your pussy's squeezing tight, telling me all about it. A lot, huh?"
"N-no! Not much!"
She shook her head frantically, yelling. I matched her volume with harder, faster thrusts. Thud thud! Thud thud!
"Then why can't you answer?"
"B-because it wasn't memorable! I can't remember, so…!"
"But now it's clenching harder 'cause you remember? I love a pussy that grips like this."
"Ohook. Th-that's… um…"
"Gotta make it unforgettable. How should I do that…"
Thud thud thud thud!
"Ohook! Hooook!"
I lifted her with thrusts onto the sofa fully. Turned her sideways along the long cushions. Then commanded,
"Head down."
"Hueh…!"
Flustered but obedient, she slammed her head into the sofa. I planted my foot on her head, pressing her face and nose into the leather.
"Smell the sofa! Inhale and remember! Memories on this sofa. Fucks on this sofa. Breathe in the scents it holds—recall every memory!"
"Hngooop! Hngooooop!"
Instantly, her nostrils flared, snorting the leather. Over her, I stomped her head steady and pounded—plap plap!
"Ohook! Hooook!"
"Ohook! Ohook!"
Each thrust reddened her smooshed face. Huuuuh. Shiver. Puuuuh. Shiiiiver. Ragged breaths from her crushed face. The trembling leather underfoot. Feeling those vibrations, I pinned her ass down!
Thud thud thud thud!
"Hoooook! Hooooook!"
Her face turned beet red in seconds. Body quaking. Her pussy spasming around me—I asked right away,
"Remembered? How're those sofa memories?"
"W-worthless!"
"Worthless? Why?"
"His sex was weak! Nothing compared to yours!"
Unable to hold back, I gripped her hips. Slammed deep and declared!
"Forget that lame sex from now on! Remember only mine!"
"I will! So cover it! Overwrite it! His blurry fucks—with your intense ones! Make it so head-down on the sofa only reminds me of your sex!"
"Yeah. I'll overwrite it! Fuck you brutally hard!"
Thud thud thud thud thud thud!
It was right then!
Beep beep beep beep beep.
The front door lock chimed softly as the code was entered.