I’ve been renting out my spare bedroom on Airbnb for about a year, and because I live in the center of a touristy area, it’s booked most weekends.

I usually don’t see the people who stay in there because they spend most of their time visiting the sights, and keep to themselves at night. I’ve never really had anyone be that obnoxious until the Russian couple who stayed with me last weekend.

They were booked for three nights. On the first, they seemed tired from traveling and went to bed early, but the next night they came staggering in, hammered drunk, well past midnight. I had to be at work early the next day, so I was pissed they were being so loud, but assumed they would shut up once they got in their room and passed out.

They had no intention of passing out, though. Fifteen minutes later, I was awakened again to the sound of spanking and screams of pleasure coming from my spare room. If there was any question of what was going on, it quickly vanished when a male voice started narrating everything that was happening in a deep Russian accent, as he talked dirty to her.

The harder he fucked her, the deeper he pushed her onto my dick, until she was gagging on it.

I was still annoyed, but once I heard her moaning, I started to get turned-on. I felt like a perv, but couldn’t resist wanking it to the sound of strangers fucking in my guest room. The wife was unbelievably loud as she finally came to a screaming climax. I’d never heard a woman make so much noise during sex. It was like her voice was coming through a loudspeaker. I hoped my neighbors wouldn’t complain and put a stop to me renting out the spare room.

I wasn’t surprised they weren’t up the next morning when I left, but around noon I got a text from the husband that said, “Sorry if we kept you up last night. We’ll try to keep it down tonight.”

I wasn’t sure how to respond, so I just wrote, “No problem.”

As I went to bed that evening, they still weren’t back and I wondered if there would be a repeat performance despite the apology. I was somewhat embarrassed to realize I was disappointed when I heard them quietly come in the front door and sneak past my bedroom to their room.

Half an hour later, as I was still trying to fall asleep, there was a soft knock on my bedroom door. I didn’t know how to handle it, so I cracked the door open wearing only my boxers.

They were both standing there in the dark corridor, the husband also in boxers and the wife wearing a sheer yellow nightie that did nothing to hide her perky nipples.

“Did you need something?” I asked, a little confused.

“My wife, she is loud when we fuck,” the man stated bluntly. “She can’t scream with a cock in her mouth, so I thought maybe you could help.”

I stared at them for a second, wondering if it was a joke, but they were completely serious. (They were Russian, after all.) I knew I should tell them I wasn’t interested, but the bulge in my boxers told another story. I opened the door the rest of the way and gestured to my bed.

There was no foreplay or conversation. The wife simply dropped my boxers to the floor and pushed me down on the bed. I lay back as she got on all fours and started to suck my dick.

Her husband grunted as he thrust into her from behind and fucked her forcefully. I worried for a minute that she wasn’t into it, but she was rubbing her clit and I could feel the vibrations of her moans against my cock.

I woke to the sound of spanking and screams of pleasure coming from my spare room.

The harder he fucked her, the deeper he pushed her onto my dick, until she was gagging on it, but I could still feel her moaning. She was wild, bobbing her sloppy plump lips all up and down my shaft so deep that her nose squished on my abdomen. Her left hand gripped the base of my cock while her right furiously worked her clit. Then she reached her gripping hand up and spat all over it, smiling up at me before taking me into her mouth again, all without missing a beat. Her breasts swung under her loose yellow nightie as she took the pounding from both ends. She was practically gagging on my cock but still working her tongue and lips to create an unbelievable suction.

“I’m gonna come,” I eventually said, feeling like I needed to warn them. The husband simply accelerated his pace, pounding into her so hard I could feel her throat squeezing around the head of my dick as I came with a groan. She seemed to be coming, too, but any sounds were silenced as she fought to swallow my load. She couldn’t breathe, far less cry out, with my cock that deep in her throat.

The husband must have already finished because he grabbed his boxers to catch the mess as he pulled out of her.

“Thanks,” he said over his shoulder, as he led his wife back to their bedroom. She looked back and blew me a kiss.

“My pleasure,” I laughed awkwardly.

They were gone when I got up the next morning. I never heard from them again except for the five-star review they posted that said, “Very accommodating host. Thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.”

They were the most obnoxious guests I’ve ever had. But it turned out all right for me.

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