The whole day had been a whirlwind. Work, without words, household chores—things went wrong in both areas—then dinner; by nine o’clock, I headed straight for the shower and then to bed. Karolína came by to tell me that Sandra, a friend of hers, was dropping over for a drink, and asked if that was okay. “Of course—though I’m already settled in for the night.” “Sure, it’ll just be for a bit—out on the terrace,” she said, gave me a kiss—a bit like a parental peck—and trotted off.

I put on a show on Netflix, watched one episode, turned off the TV, and closed my eyes. It couldn’t have been long, because I was still aware enough to notice the bedroom door opening as someone came in. From the foot of the bed, she ran her hands up my legs, starting from my toes. Then she reached under my loose pajama bottoms, and within seconds, I was hard.

… without words

I shifted up toward the headboard, and she moved with me. She pulled off my pajama bottoms and began licking my balls; she held them firmly in her hand while her tongue traced a path all the way back to my anus. Perfect. I reached out and took hold of her head—only to realize it wasn’t Karolína. I opened my eyes, and there was Sandra, looking up at me from below. I flinched instinctively, about to say something, but she placed her hand over my mouth—a clear signal to stay quiet. Honestly, that was for the best; I wouldn’t have been able to get anything coherent out anyway.

She kept firmly massaging my balls with her hand while moving her tongue to the head of my cock. She began licking it gently and carefully, pressing it between her full lips. Incredible. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted her to keep going like that, or to take the whole thing into her mouth. … without words

Sandra resolved that in a few seconds; she knelt between my legs and took me all the way down to the root in one go. I could feel myself hitting the back of her throat—she was drooling—but she sucked me as if I belonged entirely to her. Devotedly, with everything she had. She wet her finger and slowly pushed the first joint into my anus. It was…

She grabbed my hand and placed it on the crown of her head, letting me control the speed and depth. I slowed her down, but firmly pressed her head down as far as it would go. I only lasted a moment longer before cumming in her mouth. She didn’t flinch; she swallowed every drop, stood up quickly, and left. At the door, she turned back and blew me a kiss.

I lay there, stunned, trying to process what had just happened. I hadn’t even had time to wonder where Karolína was—whether she knew about this, or if she’d have a problem with it—when the door opened and Karolína walked in. She came over to me and kissed me. She tasted of semen. I pulled back and asked… “She kissed me on her way out.”

“Did you like it?” she asked.

“It was perfect!”
“Is it okay? It didn’t bother you…”

She didn’t let me finish; she sat on my face—no panties this time. Clearly, it didn’t bother me—quite the opposite.