This is a continuation from part one. It is lengthy and there will be more to the story soon.
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As soon as the door shut behind Marisa, I just stood there frozen. It had not occurred to me that when she got me in bed last night that she would have taken the time to check me out in my underwear. I heard her car start up in the garage and get thrown into reverse, the sound of the door slowly shutting as she pulled out of the driveway and down the street.
“Was Marisa hitting on me?” I thought to myself standing there. It took me a minute again to realize that my head was still pounding and my mind came back from it’s blissful hiatus to the task at hand. I needed a long hot shower and to go back to sleep.
I went back upstairs and to my bathroom, turning on the shower to it’s almost hottest setting and let it warm up. I stripped down to my underwear and stood in front of the mirror, checking out the bulge formed by the stretched-out fabric over my shaft. I nodded in approval before sliding them off, “I’d take a second look too.”
In the shower, my favorite thing to do when hungover was to lay down and just let the hot water run over me. I laid down immediately after getting in and didn’t get up again until the hot water was starting to run out. I shut the water off before it got cold on me and dried off. When finished, I went back to my room to grab a fresh pair of underwear and put my hoodie back on. I climbed into bed and before I knew it I was out cold.
I wasn’t sure how long I was sleeping for but woke up to a knock at my door. “Vince, are you up?” Marisa was home again. Glancing at my alarm clock, I guessed I had been sleeping for about 45 minutes.
“I am now, you can come in.” I was laying there in bed with the comforter pulled up to my neck. Even though they kept the heat on, it was still dead of winter in the northern US and wasn’t exactly the warmest in the house all the time.
Marisa opened the door slowly and walked into my room and next to my bed. She was still wearing her yoga outfit and I could tell she had been sweating a little bit. Her hair was up in a ponytail and she looked a little exhausted herself. “How are you feeling?”
“A little better, but my head is still hurting pretty good.”
“I thought it might. I brought you a couple more pills. They are a higher dosage of Aleve so it should help with that headache pretty quick.” She reached out with her hand, two pills in her palm. I didn’t think twice before grabbing my water on the nightstand, snatching the two blue pills and swallowing them before taking a big gulp of water to wash them down. “I’m going to take a shower and change. When I’m done you should come downstairs, we can lay on the couch and watch movies until you feel good enough to get your car, yeah?”
Part of me wanted to tell her I just wanted to sleep in bed, but figured I could nap on the couch all the same. “Sure. I’ll be down in a few.”
She patted my knee over the comforter. “Sounds good. I’ll let you pick.” Within seconds she had already exited the room. It took me another minute or two to get my bearings fully and I got up, threw on a pair of sweatpants and went down to the living room. I grabbed a blanket from the top of the couch and sat on one end, pulling the blanket open and over top of me.
In a few minutes, Marisa came down the stairs. I caught a glimpse before she disappeared behind the wall and into the kitchen, but she was wearing a pair of booty shorts and a tight tank top. When she came back into the living room with a glass of wine, she could have walked behind the couch and around to her side but instead walked in front of me between the couch and the coffee table. Her perky tits were pressed down by her tank top and her nipples were rock hard, poking through her top what seemed to be a solid half inch. Her booty shorts were hiked up high enough that the bottom of her big ass was falling out of the shorts. I tried to make it look like I was focused on the TV as she slowly walked by but couldn’t help but stare.
She grabbed a throw pillow and placed it just next to me, took another blanket and sat down on the middle of the couch before pulling the blanket only up to her waist, resting her head on the pillow next to me with her feet going the other way and laid down on her side facing the TV. I thought it was odd she didn’t lay the other way, but was still in a trance from the little show that she just gave me and wasn’t able to say anything. She reached up to the coffee table to grab the remote then handed it to me, “here, pick something good.”
I looked down to grab the remote from her, now able to look down to my right and see her tight tank top and erect nipples and part of her toned stomach. In that moment, I could feel my cock start to twitch in my underwear and I knew I was in trouble. Without hesitation I started flipping through the channels and landed on some movie, I can’t remember what it was. I set the remote down on the table and leaned back.
“Why was she doing this now?” I thought to myself as the movie was playing. After nearly three months there, this was by far the most flirtatious she had ever been and I wasn’t quite sure what to do. From her position, she could clearly see if I was looking down and checking her out, so I tried my best to only sneak quick peeks in when I thought she wouldn’t be paying attention.
After about fifteen minutes of the movie playing, I could feel my headache going away completely. In about another ten minutes, I was starting to feel as if I had been high. At the same time, my cock was growing stiff in my underwear. Not just a regular hard on, but it was now rock solid. I could feel my underwear straining to hold it back under my blanket.
“What the fuck was happening?”
Marisa must have noticed me getting nervous. I was starting to shuffle a little in my seat, trying to adjust my now throbbing cock without actually touching it.
“Sweetie, you alright?” Marisa asked softly, lifting her head slightly to look up at me.
“I feel like I’m high all of a sudden. Like I’m light headed and in the clouds a bit.”
A big smile crossed her face before she sat up in her seat, then she turned to the side to face me. “I didn’t give Aleve Vince. I gave you some oxy.”
“You gave me what?!”
She shushed me as her hand fell onto my thigh. “You should be feeling really good right about now, right?”
“I don’t feel anything at all.”
“That’s good! I also gave you something else.” Her hand was now slowly moving up my thigh to the top of my blanket. When it reached the top, her hand slid under and down my stomach to my lap. Her fingers traced slowly over my sweatpants and throbbing cock. “Mmm, I see it’s working.”
She propped herself up with her knees on the couch and leaned in close to me with her lips. They pressed against mine and she started to kiss me. At the same time, her hand slipped under my sweatpants and underwear, she now had her whole hand wrapped around my hard cock. With her lips still on mine, she whispered “I wanted to do this last night but you wouldn’t get hard.”
She let go of my cock and then pulled the blanket off me. Her hands grabbed the bottom of her tank top and slid it up over her head, exposing her firm little tits with and huge nipples. With a couple of shuffles, she was now on her knees on the ground in front of me between my legs. Her fingers clipped on my waistband, and she pulled both my sweats and underwear down off me to my ankles.
One hand gripped my cock at the base, “fuck you’re so thick.” Her eyes lit up once she finally got to see my hard rod. Her other hand slid under my hoodie and up to my chest and without hesitation, she leaned down and wrapped her warm lips around the tip of my cock.
I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as she went right to work. Her hand slowly stroking the shaft as her lips bobbed on the tip. She took her hand off and grabbed my hip as she plunged my cock deep down her throat, her lips pressing against my skin. Once all the way down, she opened her mouth just a little wider and I could feel her tongue start to flick my balls.
There was no way this was going to stop, I had no choice but to lean into it now. Frankly, it felt too fucking good to even try and put an end to it. I reached up and grabbed as much of her hair as I could before pressing the back of her head down on me. I could hear her moan in excitement of me now getting into it.
She came back up and as she gasped for air, her hand started vigorously stroking my wet cock. “Do you like my warm mouth baby?” she asked as she locked eyes with me.
“Fuck yes.” We were way past any line at this point. My hand pulled her head back down onto me and I held it still as I thrust my hips up, pushing my cock down her throat. I continued to fuck her mouth as her slobber was dripping down onto my hips. She grabbed my rod again and pulled up.
“That’s it hun, fuck mommy’s face and give me all of your cum.”
The way she referred to herself as mommy got me going even more than I already was. I stood up from the couch and she backed up a little to give me some space. My hand pulled tighter on her hair now and I went back to fucking her pretty little mouth. Her hands reached behind me, gripping both of my ass cheeks and she started pulling me deeper into her with every thrust of my hips. Her mouth must have been getting a little sore, I could feel her teeth now just barely brushing the skin of my tip every time I was sliding back and forth. The little bit of extra friction got me right to the point of no return.
I let out a louder moan this time, feeling the cum starting to rush up my cock. I pulled her head all the way down on me one last time and held it there as I started to shoot my thick load deep into her throat. She was moaning the second it started to gush into her and my cock kept pulsing with each rope it unleashed. When I knew the last shot was done, I let go of her hair.
She slurped all the way up my cock, pulling the last couple drops out of the tip as drool and slobber fell to the floor between us. With a big gulp she had swallowed everything left in her mouth as she got to finally get some air.
“Holy shit that was a lot of cum.”
I fell back down to the couch as she looked into my eyes with her own now all watery and glistening. “You aren’t going to tell anyone what happened here, right?”
Trying to catch my own breath, I looked back at her. “No ma’am.”
“Good.” She stood up, grabbing her tank top from the floor and pulling it back on. “Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat.” Right before she turned to head toward the kitchen, she reached down and gave my softening dick one last tug. “I’m full now but I’m sure I’ll want something later.”
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