The next morning

It was the next morning. Josh would come home in a few hours, and I was to pick him up. We had talked on the phone, and I had told him I had something to tell him. At first we joked about me killing a prostitute and had to hide the body, but when he tried to press further I refused in a series of devilish giggles. Instead we hung up, and I promised to tell him later when he was home.

Right now, however, I was just waking up. I had some shit I had to do before then, so I got up at a reasonable hour. Which was at eleven in the morning. Some would call me a slacker, but hey. I have my own schedule. I rarely had to get up earlier, so why should I?

I had just finished my espresso when I heard bare feet stumble along the hall, towards the kitchen. Toby was awake. My mind immediately went dirty, wondering how awake he was. If both heads were stood up. “God, come on now, grill. Get it together,” I thought, shaking my head at myself.

But I refused any awkward shit, so I turned back to the espresso machine and started making myself another one. Letting him enter the kitchen like any other day. But I heard what could only be described as some awkward shuffling. Toby had moved between the kitchen island and the fridge, a few feet behind me. He tried to speak up, but only was able to mutter a low, “uh”.

I turned around to see what he wanted. My eyes immediately shot to his crotch. Turns out he didn’t enter the kitchen like any other day. He came in packing. Packing heat. Through his sweatpants an obvious bulge protruded. I moved my eyes to meet his, and he stood there with an awkward, expecting smile. “Really now?” I thought.

“You gonna cum on my face everytime you need to jerk off now?” I challenged, folding my arms across my chest. I wasn’t even dressed in anything particular. The same shit I wore last night, as I had just gotten out of bed. And still he wanted me?

Toby looked up at me, a bit taken aback. Maybe he was recoiling? Suits him, taking such liberties, I chuckled. I was after all his landlord. And married. It was so fun teasing guys. Even if it was my number one fan.

“W… would you let me?” Toby asked after a bit. Not the response I expected.

Perhaps he was eyeing his opportunity. Now I was the one a bit taken aback, but I was careful not to show it. Not wanting to seem like he got me or anything, I responded without thinking.

Toby didn’t look half as taken aback by that proposal. Perhaps by my language, but not so much the proposal. I hadn’t indulged him, but I hadn’t totally shut him down either. Maybe that was my rookie mistake.

If we were both going to masturbate, why not just do it together? We had done it already, and it was what I’d do in the shower now after, anyway. Wait, was I really? This was so unlike me. Perhaps I should test that out some day.

“So how about it?” I asked, placing my fists to my waist, looking sternly at him. Slowly trace my gaze towards his crotch again. “You got something you wanna do?”

“Y–you sure?” Toby muttered.

I didn’t reply. I just raised my eyes and met his beady dark ones, and raised my eyebrows expectantly. Slowly his hands reached the sides of his waistband. After a moment's hesitation, Toby pushed down and unleashed his fat cock, already at a half chub. While I wanted to keep eye contact, my eyes were drawn down. His cock was almost like a magnet. I just had to look at it.

But he was hesitating again. What was it now? I looked at him expectantly. Then it dawned on me what he wanted. Toby wanted me in his favorite position.

“Of course, how could I forget,” I said and sank down to my knees in front of him. “You want me down here don’t you?”

His cock was now inches from my face. It was rapidly growing at my proximity.

“E–easier to aim,” Toby said with a small smile, daring a joke. I opened my mouth in playful shock, and slapped his thigh.

“Naughty!” I exclaimed. Then I felt his warm cock throb in front of me. Best close my mouth before he dares anything more. Instead, slowly and shallowly Toby started to stroke the head of his cock.

“So you want this to become routine, then?” I asked. Toby nodded eagerly.

I didn’t say anything more than that. I didn’t mind helping him like this, especially if I got to enjoy the show as I now started to stimulate my clit. But I also knew how much guys jerked off, no way would I commit to that. Instead, I sat back on my heels and looked down at his cock. My vision was filled with nothing but his throbbing member jolting slightly up and down as he stroked it. It was mouth watering to see Toby’s full hog throb like this. Knowing he was imagining my naked body. Staring at my body in the flesh.

Which reminded me. I dragged my t-shirt off. Revealing my perky tits for him once again. Some extra motivation. I heard him groan a little at how eagerly I had undressed for him. It made me giggle to hear how Toby loved the visual of me shirtless on my knees before him. His slightly older, married landlord eagerly awaiting his cock to explode on her again. I was so wet for him. He could probably hear how slick I was for him. I couldn’t help it.

Toby then let out a loud satisfied grunt. At the same moment did I feel my eyes get sealed shut once again, and then the expanding wet warmth started covering the rest of my face. Rope after rope darting across my face, totally glazing me. And without any warning. It was such a thrill to get my face spunked down in my own kitchen, first thing in the morning. Toby was so hungry to nut all over my face, just ten hours or so since the last time.

I fumbled around the counter for my phone, until Toby handed it to me.

“Thanks… Josh wanted a pic,” I said. Toby grunted, still in his post orgasmic bliss.