1 comments/ 57653 views/ 4 favorites Late Night Friends Ch. 01 By: bareman We became close after my wife died suddenly. Although we were acquainted prior to that time, it was strictly casual, but during my time of loss, I really needed a sympathetic ear. As time went on, I cried on her shoulder more and more, and we began to know each other much more fully and intimately. After a period of several months, it was only natural that we took it to the next level. Now I won't bullshit anyone by telling them what a gorgeous babe she is--as a matter of fact, she's a plus sized woman with an average looking face, but she has a great heart, an inner beauty that makes her a dear friend. She also has a very open mind with some deliciously perverted kinks to it. Just the kind of friend I needed then! My sex life with my wife had gone stagnant several years earlier, and my masturbatory fantasies had gotten raunchier and more vivid over time. As time went on our late night talks began to get more suggestive and intimate. She would tell me about her lovers and their activities, and I told her many of my fantasies and desires in return. One night we were both exceptionally horny and her daughter was staying with a friend, so she invited me over. Ten minutes later I was knocking at her door and she answered wearing a lace teddy covered by a sheer peignoir. The initial awkwardness disappeared as our lips met and our tongues danced. We hastily explored one another's bodies with our hands, groping and feeling frantically before we even got the door closed. Finally I kicked it shut and broke the embrace to begin undressing her. As I bared her breasts, I kissed her nipples and she threw her head back in pleasure, moaning how good it felt. "I'm just getting started," I told her. "I want to lick you all over." "Oh God yes," she moaned. "That's what I really need. Please lick my clit for me--I need to cum so bad!" We moved to the couch and I began kissing my way down her body, moving deliberately slowly to heighten her arousal. I finally reached her crotch and kissed her pussy through the material of her teddy for a moment. I could smell her womanly scent and she was squirming and pushing her pussy harder into my mouth trying to spur me on to greater contact with her hard clit. As I unsnapped the crotch of her lingerie, I at last saw her gash. Her lips were swollen with arousal and blossomed out beneath the sparse covering of pubic hair--an amazingly small bush on a plus-sized woman. Her vagina was tiny as well. I had seen bigger pussies on much smaller women, but I dove in and began licking her slit with gusto. By now she had hold of my head to guide it to the areas she wanted my tongue to contact and I enjoyed being "forced" to lick her most intimate places. It had been several months since I had been with a woman, so the flavor of pussy nectar was like water to a man lost in the desert. She came quickly the first time, shuddering and shaking as her climax overtook her, arching up into my face and holding my head hard against her. "Oh God Tom! You have got a great tongue. I guess you weren't lying when you told me you love to eat pussy," she panted. As I slid up her body, my cock was trying to burst out of my jeans and I rubbed my body against hers to stimulate myself. Janice reached for my zipper at the same time she reached around to fondle my ass. I lay back on the couch and raised my hips as she tugged my jeans down, exposing my six inch cock. She began to lick up and down the shaft while she fingered my balls. It had been a long time since I had gotten a blow job, and I lay back, reveling in the sensations her wet mouth was giving me. Now I'm one of those guys who rarely gets off from a blow job, so she licked and sucked for about ten minutes and I still wasn't there, so Janice stood and shrugged out of her lingerie so she could straddle my manhood without interference. Putting her knees on either side of me, she grasped my cock and began rubbing the head at the entrance to her vagina, getting us both slicker for the initial penetration. Ever so slowly, she began to impale herself on my organ, her tiny pussy stretching to accommodate the head of my penis. Her lips were slick with her dew and my pre-cum and she was so hot I thought I would get burns on my dick as she took me into her depths. Her labia had an almost rubbery feel from being stretched so tightly around me, and she took more and more of me into her on each stroke, until I was buried balls deep. I was almost delirious with pleasure as she stroked up and down my shaft, grinding her clit against my pubis every time she bottomed out. I mauled her tits as she rode me, squeezing her nipples and moaning out her name. "Oh fuck Janice," I cried. "Your pussy's so hot! You're going to make me cum!" With those words I released my seed, coating her insides with my spunk, feeling like I might turn myself inside out I came so hard. She stayed astride of me after my orgasm, slowly grinding her clit against my pubic bone as I caught my breath. After giving me a couple minutes to recover, she dismounted from my softening dick. "Alright, that's enough time to get it together," she said. "Now it's time for you to get back to it." I looked at her with a question in my eyes, not sure what she meant. "Don't think you can come over here and fill my pussy with your hot cum and then just leave me with a wet sloppy pussy to deal with. Hell, it's already drooling out, now get your tongue down there before it makes a mess on my sofa," she commanded. Suddenly something clicked in my head. I had told Janice about my fantasies of female domination and apparently she was taking it upon herself to help me live out a fantasy. "Yes Mistress," I said as I slid off the couch and to my knees between her spread thighs. She was right, her pussy was already drooling, our combined juices starting to trickle down her gash to her puckered asshole, so that's where I started. As I applied my tongue, I was pleasantly surprised to find our combined flavor to be somewhat flavorful, slightly salty, but not distasteful. As I ran my tongue up her slit I encountered a thick white glob of my own cum as it oozed out of her cunt, so I scooped it up and quickly swallowed. I was really starting to get into this, diving into her opening to scoop out more of the remnants of our quick fuck. "Yeah, you like that don't you?" asked Janice. "You might have some potential as a real pussy eater. Move up to my clit and lick there, too." I was eager to do her bidding as I licked, sucked and nibbled her most intimate areas, careful not to let any cum get on her upholstery, enjoying being told what to do in such a forceful manner. Soon I was holding her labia open as I applied my mouth to her open vagina, sucking hard to get the last of my cum out of her depths. My cock was once again hard as a rock, responding to this erotic fantasy that until now had only played out in my head. Janice was getting into the scene as well, grinding her pussy hard against my face, holding onto my hair to ensure contact where she wanted it most. She shuddered as I got her off again and again, coating my face with her juices. When at last she'd had enough, she commanded me to stand up. "I want to see you jack off," she said. I hesitated a moment, embarrassed that she would ask me that. "It's not a request. Start beating your meat. I want to see you get yourself off." I had never masturbated in front of anyone before and was bashful, but the authoritative tone of voice she used convinced me. I stood before her, stroking myself as she instructed, feeling very naked but very turned on. In a matter of minutes I was on the verge of cumming and Janice brought her face close to my penis. As I started to spurt, she put her mouth over the end of my cock and took all my semen into her sucking mouth. As soon as I finished, she grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me hard and forcing my own cum into my mouth. "That will be all," she stated. "Go home now. I'll call you when I need your services again." I dressed in silence and left, wondering what else she might have in store. To be continued... Late Night Friends Ch. 02 A couple of nights after our initial coupling, Janice called me late at night. She knew from our talks that I masturbated at least once a day, so she opened the conversation with the question "Have you jacked off yet tonight?" I was caught off-guard by the inquiry, but admitted to her that I was getting ready to do just that when she called. "Do you have a magazine to get excited with?" she asked. I told her I did, blushing even over the telephone. "Well hold it over your bed and drop it. Whatever page it opens to, I want you to read me that story." I did as she instructed, and the magazine opened to a letter from a man whose wife went out with other men, while he sat at home waiting for her to return. It was obvious from the shakiness of my voice that I was both nervous and turned on at this turn of events, but as I read on, I could hear Janice's breathing becoming labored on the other end of the line as well. She was frigging herself as I read to her! About the time I finished the story, I heard Janice moaning through her orgasm on the phone, and my cock was hard as a rock, but I was still self-conscious about stroking myself with her listening. "You haven't gotten off yet," she observed. "Why not?" "It's just a little embarrassing," I said. "This is something I've always done in private, not with someone listening to me, or watching me like the other night." "Well you need to get rid of some inhibitions," said Janice. "I can see you are going to need some work to make a decent slave. Now get busy. I want to hear you get yourself off." When I heard the word "slave", I began to get very excited. Did this mean she wanted to escalate this sex thing? A stern Mistress had long been in my fantasies–was she volunteering to make all my twisted thoughts and dreams come true? My cock twitched at the thought, and my heart was racing. "Yes, Mistress," I heard myself saying, and I knew then I would do anything she asked of me. I took a firm grip on my stiff member and began to stroke myself, faster and faster as the sensations overtook me. Soon I was moaning, on the verge of orgasm. "Are you close?" asked Mistress Janice. "Oh, yes Mistress," I moaned. "Put your finger on the end of your cock and taste your pre-cum." "Yes, Mistress," I said as I complied with her command. The taste was not unlike that I had sampled two nights before, the texture very slippery. My other hand had not stopped and I was fast approaching the point of no return. "Do you like the taste?" she asked. "It's okay, Mistress. The texture on my tongue is kind of strange," I panted. "Well you'd better get used to it. You'll be sampling it plenty as time goes on." Her words pushed me over the edge and I shot out several ropes of thick hot semen, covering my belly and hand. I lay there in my bed, panting with the exertion of my release. After a moment, Mistress Janice spoke. "Get busy. You know what to do." I brought my hand to my mouth and licked some of my seed off. "Yes, Mistress, I do." It took me about two minutes to clean myself, scooping up my semen on my fingers and licking them clean. Mistress Janice listened, occasionally making comments, calling me her cum-licking slave. She closed our call with the words "I want you to continue to masturbate every day. When you cum you are to lick up every drop. Consider this your basic training, just like the military--if you obey orders, your commander will be pleased. If you do not obey, your commander will be displeased and you will be punished. I will contact you again soon." Mistress Janice hung up the phone and I lay there with my mind racing. This was certainly an unexpected twist in our friendship, and my brain wasn't processing it very rapidly, but as I lay there thinking about it, I found myself getting hard again. What new kinks did she have in mind? She let me ponder that question and countless others for nearly a week before she called me again. I was wondering if she had decided to discontinue our friendship, but when I answered the phone, all of my doubts were removed. "I want you at my house in fifteen minutes, and bring that talented tongue with you," was all she said. Then the line went dead. I panicked. I had been working all evening and I needed a shower, and it was unlikely I could rinse off and still make it to Mistress's house that quickly, but I would try. I didn't even let the water get hot before I stepped in. The icy water took my breath away, but I quickly scrubbed my body and dried off in record time. Heading out the door, I saw I had seven minutes to make a ten minute drive. This was not good, and I hoped she would understand. When she answered her door, Mistress Janice was angry, and it was obvious she'd been drinking. "You're late," she barked. "What did I tell you about obeying me?" "But Mistress, I needed a shower," I protested. "I'd been working all evening and smelled pretty bad. I didn't want to be offensive when I came to see you." Her eyes softened a bit, but I could see she was still agitated. Nevertheless, she told me to come in, and it was then I noticed her friend Sandy was there also. I had met her before. She's an attractive brunette of about thirty, about 5'6" and maybe 160 lbs. She and Mistress Janice had been neighbors at one time and were still friends. There were also a couple wine bottles on the table, one of them empty, the other only half full. Sandy was looking at me with an amused smile and Mistress Janice took charge immediately. "Get naked. We want to see the goodies," she said. "But Mistress," I stammered. She cut me off. "That's an order. Now either do it, or get out of here and out of my life. What will it be?" she snapped. As I reached for the edge of my t-shirt, I knew that we were crossing any boundaries I might have, and that I would obey her every command from this day forward. I think she knew it too, for she was looking at me with a triunphant smirk, enjoying the power she had, and enjoying showing it off to her friend. In only a moment I was naked in front of these two women, my hard cock pulsing in anticipation of what was to come. "Come over here where we can inspect you better," said Mistress Janice. "He has a nice body, doesn't he? I told you about his tongue, and with the proper training he'll make a nice playtoy. Not a bad ass either is it?" "Not too bad," replied Snady. "His balls are kind of small, though. I bet he doesn't shoot much of a load." "Oh he does alright when he's excited. Would you like to see for yourself?" I was amazed. They were talking about me like a piece of livestock, like I was deaf or something! "Lay down on the floor, slave," snapped Mistress Janice. "Now get a good grip on yourself and show my friend here how you pleasure yourself." I thought I would die of embarassment, but I did as I was told. I kept my eyes on Mistress Janice as I stroked my member, trying to ignore the snickering friend Sandy. Soon the pre-cum was starting to flow from my hard cock and I tasted it without having to be told. Sandy giggled and whispered something to Mistress. "A great idea!" she exclaimed. "Stop what you're doing, slave. I'll be right back." As she left the room, Sandy laughed at me and said, "You're gonna get what's coming to you now slave. You really should have gotten here on time!" When she came back, Mistress Janice was carrying a six-inch dildo and a tube of lubricant. She and Sandy each grabbed an ankle and lifted my legs so my feet were above my head and I was rolled into a ball. They pinned my ankles down with their knees, holding me so my ass was wide open and vulnerable to them. My sill-hard cock was pointing at my neck, but I had no doubt what was coming next. Mistress squeezed a glob of lube onto my asshole and began spreading it around with the end of the dildo. Soon she started to insert it into my tight anus. Surprisingly enough, it hardly hurt, but she worked it deeper on each stroke and my ass felt fuller than it ever had before. Sandy took over the dildo and started fucking my ass more vigorously than Mistress had, and Mistress took a firm grip on my penis and resumed masturbating me, pointing my cock right at my face. "Open your mouth, slave. You know you like cum, now take it like the cum-sucking slave you are!" No sooner were the words out of her mouth than I began to erupt, shooting jet after jet of semen into my own mouth. Some also landed on my cheek and chin and Sandy laughed with glee at my predicament. She really got off on humiliating me, but right at that moment, I didn't care. Mistress Janice began to scoop the excess cum off my face and feed it to me, forcing her finger into my mouth and fucking it like she had a minature cock. I instinctively closed my lips around it, letting her have her way with me, enjoying the submissiveness of the moment. Sandy was still driving the dildo into my ass, giving my virgin anus a thorough reaming. She seemed to relish the power she felt from this role reversal. When I had ingested all my cum, Mistress decided it was her turn to orgasm. She and Sandy let my legs go and I lay out full length on the carpet, the dildo still buried in my ass, and Mistress Janice straddled my face. She was wearing a dress, but underneath she was naked, and she grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my face into contact with her hot slit. "Get busy you cum-sucking slave," she growled. "Get that tongue way up in there. That's right. Oh, yeah, right there." I drove my tongue deep into her hot pussy, tasting her juices that were coating my face. After a few minutes of this I began to concentrate more on her clit, hoping to give her a satisfying orgasm and win her favor. Her movements were more frantic as she neared her release, humping my face with an urgency. My world had narrowed to the space between her thighs, as I sought to be the best slave ever, focusing only on her needs and desires. After Mistress had cum, she slumped down onto my face, nearly suffocating me as she recovered from her orgasm. I struggled to breathe for a few long minutes, but finally she raised her weight off me. As she raised up, I could only see for a moment, because the next thing I knew, Mistress was blindfolding me. "Stay where you're at, slave. You're just getting started," she said. I could hear and feel her getting up from her position astride my face, and a moment later I could sense another presence. Sandy must be taking her turn riding my tongue! I could smell the scent of her arousal an instant before I felt her pubic hairs tickling my nose. "Alright you fucking worm, you'd better do this right!" she snarled. I raised my head to lick her labia, tasting her juices, flattening my tongue to run the lenght of her slit. After only a few swipes, her hole began to open more easily, allowing me to drive my tongue deeper into her. "Oh, yeah. Stick your tongue inside me, you bitch. That's right, suck my pussy, you son of a bitch." I did my best to keep in contact with her juicy pussy, but it wasn't easy with the way she was rocking her hips, riding my face like a saddle. After a few minutes I gave up trying to move with her, instead holding my tongue stationary, hitting her clit every time she rocked her hips. Soon she grabbed my hair and mashed my face into her pussy as her body was wracked with her orgasm, flooding my mouth with her juices. She was a female ejaculator! I had to swallow her fluids to keep from drowning, tasting the saltiness of her cum as she slowed her assault on my mouth. Sandy rested a minute, as had Mistress Janice, her weight almost crushing me. "You're right," she told Mistress Janice. "He does have a pretty good tongue. With the right training you might just have a good slave. How's that mouth work on asses?" "I really haven't had time to check it out back there," replied Mistress, "but you're welcome to a test drive if you wish. He's in no position to object now, is he?" "I think I will, if you're sure you don't mind," said Sandy. "By all means, go right ahead." Now this conversation didn't thrill me, and I knew I could get out from under her if I tried, but I also knew Mistress would tell me in no uncertain terms to get out and don't come back, so I decided to try to make the best of the situation. Sandy shifted her hips, putting her musky hole right over my mouth. "Lick it, you fucking pussy," she commanded. Very tentatively, I stuck my tongue out, lapping at her asshole. The taste wasn't as bad as I thought it would be, but it would never be my favorite, I was sure of that. She seemed to like what I was doing, though, as I could feel her pussy leaking juices again, running down to mask the flavor of her ass. "He seems to like it," said Mistress Jamice. Look at his cock--it's hard as a rock." She was right. I could feel my cock pulsing with excitement as I ate Sandy's ass. Her puckered ring was opening up to me as her excitement grew. "That's right, bitch, drive your tongue right up my asshole," she screamed as her climax overtook her, and I complied, driving my slithering tongue as far up her shit chute as I could reach. I felt Mistress Janice grab my cock and after only a few strokes I was spraying my cum all over my chest and belly. Sandy got up from her seat on my face and I felt Mistress Janice begin scooping up my cum on her fingers. Once again she started feeding me my own seed, fucking my mouth with her fingers as if they were a dick. I was soon done dining on my cum, and I felt Mistress untying the blindfold. After so long with my eyes covered, it took time for my eyes to adjust to the light. Sandy had left the room to get dressed, and Mistress spoke to me softly. "You've been tested tonight, and you did very well. You pleased me with your obedience. Brace yourself, though, there are more tests to come. Now go home and wait for my next call." My head was spinning as she ushered me out the door. More tests? What other kinky activities did she have in mind? I had no choice but to find out at her leisure, there was no question in my mind that I would answer her call and do whatever she desired. To be continued... Late Night Friends Ch. 03 I was rousted out of my bed in the middle of the night by the sound of someone pounding on the door. Through bleary eyes I looked at the clock. 2:22 a.m. What the hell? Something must be wrong, I thought. All my friends and family know I have to get up for work just a few hours from now. Grabbing a bathrobe, I headed downstairs, my eyes squinting against the light I turned on. As I opened the door I was surprised to see Janice there along with some guy I didn't recognize. When she opened her mouth to speak the smell of liqour hit me full in the face. "We need to borrow your bed for a little while," she giggled drunkenly. I know the look on my face was one of total confusion because she explained further. "My dayghter's home tonight and his girlfriend is home, but I've just got to sample a piece of this fine man. I figured you wouldn't mind helping me out, would you Tommy?" "Sure," I stammered, holding the door open. "Come on in, if you want." My mind was still full of fog, but I was beginning to wake up. As they came through the door, I got my first good look at the guy. He was nothing special, from what I could see. About 5'10" and maybe 175 lbs, dark hair, mustache, average looks. Pretty average guy, but apparently Janice was quite taken with him. Or maybe it was the alcohol that had her so worked up, but it was evident she was hot to trot. "Thanks, Tommy. I knew I could count on you," she slurred as they came through the hallway, heading directly to my bedroom. "Would you be a sweetheart and bring up a whiskey and Coke?" she asked, without waiting for an answer. As they disappeared up the stairs, my mind was racing. What was I supposed to do now? Obviously they were going up to fuck, was I supposed to just walk in? I decided I better get that drink made so I could deliver it and get the hell out of there. I hustled into the kitchen, but had to wash a glass and went through the motions of making their drink as quickly as I could. On my way upstairs, I could hear the guy talking to Janice. "Yeah baby, suck that dick. Put it all the way in. Oh yeah." As I walked in my bedroom, there were clothes everywhere. They must have literally torn them off each other, and they were both stark naked in the middle of my bed. The guy was lying on his back with his hands tangled in Janice's hair, stroking her head up and down his hard shaft. He had a big dick, probably 8 inches, and thick, and Janice was on her knees between his legs taking as much as she could fit into her mouth, her plump ass sticking up in the air. I set the drink down on the nightstand and got the hell out of there, but I stopped outside the door to listen. After a couple minutes the slurping sounds stopped and I heard Janice tell him she had to have his cock in her pussy. There were a few whimpering sounds from her as she impaled herself on his member. I knew from experience how tight her pussy is and this guy was a lot bigger than me, so I knew ahe would have to work at it to get him inside. Listening to all this had my own cock standing at attention, but it looked as if tonight wasn't my night. I only stayed there a few minutes, but from the sound of things, he was really enjoying her tight pussy, and she seemed to be having a good time as well. I went downstairs and laid down on my couch, hoping to catch a little bit more sleep. I had barely closed my eyes when I heard a movement on the stairway, and I opened them to see Janice's pickup on his way down. He was already dressed and our eyes met. "Hey man. She's passed out up there. Sorry to leave her here like this, but I gotta get going," he said on his way to the door. Great, I thought. Now I'm going to have to make sure she gets home before I can go to work in the morning, plus I'll be running on short sleep. I shook my head in disgust and went up to my room to retrieve my alarm clock. There was no way I was going to wake up without it, plus I'd have to get up early as well. As I walked into my bedroom, Janice was lying on top of the bed, her legs spread wide, and her eyes open, too. She had heard me coming up the stairs and watched me come in the door. "I wondered how long it would take you to get up here," she purred. "Your friend said you were passed out up here. I only came up to get my alarm clock. I have to get up for work in a couple of hours," I explained. "Well I think you should just stay up and start early," replied Janice. "I've got a job for you right now." I was mortified. I knew immediately what she was referring to, but I didn't want to believe it. "That's right, you cum-licker. There's a clean-up in aisle J. Now get over here and get started right now." As I crawled onto the bed, between her spread thighs, her pussy lips were swollen and still gaping open a little from the plowing her pick-up had given her. Even in the dim light from my hallway, I could see a puddle of cum inside her pussy, and a small trickle was starting to run down toward her anus. As I neared her hot slot, Mistress Janice reached down for a handful of my hair, pulling my face to her. There was no way I was going to work into this slowly; she drove my mouth hard against her greasy pussy. "Get your tongue in there," she snapped. "I made a point of picking that guy up tonight to continue your training. I faked being passed out so he'd leave right away and you could suck his cum out in privacy. I could have made you do it in front of him." I did exactly as she ordered, drilling my tongue deep into her pussy, tasting the salty remnants of their quickie. The slimy texture of their combined juices made a disgusting counterpoint to the erotic nature of the situation, but my cock betrayed my arousal. I was hard as a rock even though I was being force-fed some other guy's cum! "That's right, cum licker. You just keep on licking and sucking till all his cum is out of my pussy," moaned Mistress Janice. "He had a full load stored up, and it's all going right down your slave throat. I'll let you know when you've had enough. And don't forget my clit. Ooooh, yeah, that's right. Lick it good." By now there was no need for Mistress Janice to hold my hair to keep me on task. I began to lick her with long sweeps of my tongue, from her asshole to her clit, hungrily lapping up all the moisture that oozed out of her hot hole. My cock was throbbing and so hard I thought it would explode as I performed my clean-up task for what seemed an eternity. She moaned her way through three orgasms before she pushed my head away, panting heavily. I still hadn't cum yet, my cock wet with pre-cum and pulsing with every beat of my heart. I looked at her hopefully. "Come here," she said. "Jack off on my tits. I'm too tired to help you out." I did as Mistress commanded, happy to be getting some relief. I crawled up the bed and as I neared her breasts, she reached over to fondle my balls. Wrapping my hand around my dick, I began to stroke myself feverishly, climbing ever closer to ecstasy. Mistress Janice was smiling at me as she pushed her finger into my mouth, fucking it in and out like she was fingering a pussy. "Get it wet," she told me, and I laved it with my tongue, covering her digit with my saliva. She removed her finger from my mouth, only to insert it into my ass, as I jacked off furiously. Her finger pushed me over the edge, driving me to dizzying heights of pleasure, and I shot ropes of white hot semen across her breasts in a seemingly endless torrent of release. As I looked down at her torso, covered with my ejaculate, I knew what was expected of me, and I dutifully began to lick up my cum off her body. I was amazed at the amount of cum I had been able to produce as I slurped the mess up from the valley between her breasts. Amazingly, I even felt my dick stiffening again, only minutes after cumming so hard. I guess I was really beginning to get into the role of oral slave to my Mistress. Mistress Janice noticed my condition and smiled. "Well, now, that's interesting. It seems you're developing a real taste for cum aren't you? That's good because I've got plans for you and we'll be giving that tongue of yours a lot of work. But right now I'm tired. Are you still going to work in the morning?" "I can't miss tomorrow. I've got a big meeting at 10:00 am with my boss. I"m hoping to get a raise." "Good. I need to get a couple hours sleep and have you take me home in the morning," she told me. "I think you should wake me up with your tongue in my pussy. It's such a pleasant way to start the day." With that, she closed her eyes and snuggled down into the blankets. In only a few minutes, she was asleep, her breathing steady and even as she rested. I, on the other hand, was lying there with a raging hard on, wondering about those plans she had for me. My heart was pounding as I contemplated a dozen different scenarios, curious as to what was in store for me. Finally I dozed off, and when my alarm sounded at its normal time, I still had my hard on. I don't think it went soft all night and it was certainly ready for action as I slid my face between Mistress Janice's spread thighs. I began by lightly licking her labia, removing the nighttime sweat from her sweet pussy. After only a minute or two of this, she began to stir, raising her knees to give me better access to her hot slit. I increased the pressure, flattening my tongue out and making broad licks all the way up her gash and lingering for an instant on her clit before moving back to her juicy hole. As her juices began to flow more freely, I could again taste the remnants of her fuck from the night before, the unmistakable flavor once again exciting my most primal response. Mistress Janice enjoyed two orgasms before pushing my head away. "Bring me a cup of coffee before you get in the shower," she told me. Noting my look of disappointment, she continued. "Neither one of us have time for you to get a nut, now get moving or you'll be late for work. I still need a ride home you know." I went dejectedly down the stairs to fetch her coffee, my hard cock bouncing with each step. This was going to be a long day, I thought. I'd be lucky to concentrate on anything but my case of blue balls. When I dropped Janice off at her house on my way to work, she gave my cock a quick squeeze. "Keep your schedule open for Friday night," she told me. "You're going to be busy." With that, she got out of the car, leaving me once again both apprehensive and excited at the same time. To be continued...