0 comments/ 165425 views/ 1 favorites Early in the Morning By: Shanbabe4u I struggled feebly to get out of the sheets, having wrapped myself up tightly through the night. It took a second to realize that I was not in my own bed, that I was in the guest bedroom of my good friend Kirby and her fiancé Steve. The sun was just up and I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. The aftertaste of beer souring my breath. It was a girl's night in and Kirby and I had put a pretty good dent in their beer supply when Steve had gotten home. He had been pretty tired from a full twelve-hour shift but us girls probably could have seduced him into a three-some but we were too pie-eyed and we simply stumbled into bed. I adjusted my cotton camisole and panties, the only clothes I had on and quietly stepped to the closed bedroom door. Just as I reached for the handle I heard a rustling from the other side. Their apartment isn't very big, and the spare bedroom opens onto their living room. I pried the door open very carefully, fearful of any pending squeak but I was rewarded with an opening large enough for me to spy out of. I was looking at the back of one of the couches set at an angle, Steve's head and shoulders visible. Their was a rustle of paper and a prolonged noise that sounded like sandpaper on wood but softer. I nudged the door open slowly and eased myself out of the room. I crept along the wall till I was almost beside him but across the room. The magazine was open on his bare knees; the glossy photos screamed skin magazine even from this distance. But of more interest to me was the cock Steve was stroking outside his briefs. I stood perfectly still and watched as Steve work stroke himself quickly when he turned the pages and then slowly as he viewed the details. My own hands unwillingly crept across my body; one seeking a breast, the other slipping under the elastic waist of my panties to tease my clit. The folds of my sex parted easily, the nub rising to meet my probing fingers. The thrill of watching without Steve knowing was making me very hot, let alone the sight of his huge cock head and long length. Jim would be awfully envious if he knew just how well Steve was equipped and that I had the pleasure of that cock before. Kirby and I had joked about a four-some last night, but Jim would never go for it. Steve would be happy to found my cunt once again and she had admitted that they were going to ask me to join them once again, that was until I got my own boyfriend. And now, here I was, fingering myself as quietly as possible while Steve whacked off just a few feet away. I couldn't stand it any longer. "Need help with that?" I whispered. I tried not to laugh when the magazine went flying from his lap and he jumped up and turned in midflight to face me. The hand on my breast went to cover my mouth from a giggle as his huge pole bounced up and down in front of him. "Jesus Shannon, don't scare me like that!" "Sshhh. Kirby still sleeping?" "Yeah." "Can I lend you a hand?" I smiled seductively, realizing I still had one hand down my panties. "Been watching long?" "Long enough. Let's take a look at the magazine." I stepped closer and bent over to retrieve the magazine from the floor. I placed it on the coffee table and stayed bent at the waist knowing my panties would be pulled tight across my backside. Steve steeped closer and I felt his hands slide over my back and his cock jump happily at my hip. I reached behind me and gently grasped it, giving it slow, firm tugs. "Jeez Steve, this doesn't look a bit like Kirby? Nor me for that matter? Is she your type?" "Nah, she's just a whore. You two are sex goddess'." "Good answer." I straightened and turned into his arms, my hand still squeezing his hot cock. I noticed my voice dropped a little and became a little huskier. "I forgot how gorgeous your cock is Steve; can I have a taste?" He glanced down the hall to their closed bedroom door. "Sure." I pushed him playfully back down onto the sofa and knelt between his open legs. I wiggled his shorts off and ran my fingers along the inside of his thighs. I laughed with excitement to see the huge rod jump with anticipation. One hand massaged huge balls; the other began a faster, stronger stroke of his cock. "Oh fuck, Shannon, take me in your beautiful mouth." "You want me to fuck you with my mouth?" 'No, no, I want to fuck your tight cunt but right now I need to feel you suck my cock." I leaned forward and I heard Steve sigh when I finally made contact with my mouth. I worked him slowly, drawing him deep into my small cavern and then out again. I teased the length with my tongue, folded my lips around the side, and wiggled my tongue into the tiny crack there to taste his precum. "Enough sugar!" Steve pushed my shoulders back. "Let me taste your sweet nectar." "Get me good and wet Steve and then fuck me hard." We clawed at each other as we switched positions until my cotton camisole and panties were off and Steve was burying his face in my snatch. As big and hard as Steve's cock is, he's not very good orally. I don't produce a lot of lubricant and I need to get worked up real good to accommodate such a monster. I let my fingers drift down and join his mouth. I rubbed and teased my own clit while he sucked my large folds of skin into his mouth. He nuzzled my fingers out of the way and tried to suck my clit. I ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him. Steve began to crawl up my body and I reached down to guide him into me. He was rough and eager and drove half his cock into me before meeting some resistance. He pulled back a little and thrust again. He meant to be deep in me in a quick fashion. I dug my nails into his chest and whimpered with pain and pleasure. Steve was finally rewarded to be completely in me, and our mouths open to wet, hot kisses. One of his free hands massaged my nipple painfully but I enjoyed it. I wiggled and squirmed under him. I reached down and held my lips apart and felt his cock slide in and out of me. "Oh fuck, Shannon, you're so fucking tight!" "Well, I don't have this huge monster stretching my cunt everyday." Steve gathered me up and turned himself into a sitting position, with my straddling his legs. He couldn't pump too much now and so it was up to me to rise and fall on his huge pole. Steve busied himself by nibbling on my large nipples, teasing the nipples and reaching around to grab my ass. He slid off the couch and landed on his knees with me still impaled. He pushed the coffee table away and laid me gently down on my back. But not for long. Steve rolled me up until just my shoulders and head was on the floor, his cock almost driving straight down into me. I literally bounced on my cunt, abusing my hole like it hasn't been in a long time. "Oh fuck Shannon, oh fuck!" "Fuck me Steve, fill me with your load. Yes yes yes!" My back was killing me but the pleasure was overriding that for now. Steve didn't feel my first orgasm but he heard me whimper. "Can you cum again?" he asked. "Just keep fucking you bastard." Steve didn't need much more encouragement and he pounded my hole without mercy, his weight pressing down on me. I glanced to one side and saw the magazine he was looking at, open now to an image of this very scene. The girl in the picture looked as uncomfortable as I felt but I bet our facial expressions matched. "Now Steve, cum now, hurry, hurry…oh fuck!" My second orgasm almost made me scream and Steve pulled out of me, his hot spunk squirting down my inverted body, hitting my breast, shoulder and then face. I closed my eyes and let him squirt his load all over me. He finally relaxed and lowered my ass down to the carpet. I reached up and wiped the goop from my eyes, taking my slick fingers into my mouth. "Mmmm, tasty." Steve went and got a towel from the kitchen and helped wipe me off. I surprised him when I launched my mouth over his cock and cleaned him off. I was just dancing on one foot, getting my panties on when I heard Kirby down the hall. Strange, after all the times we shared Steve together, I suddenly felt worried about her reaction that I had him on my own and so I scurried into the kitchen and finished getting dressed. I was filling the kettle when Kirby came around the corner. "Morning Shan, sleep okay?" "Sure baby, like a rock." Kirby slid over to the couch, wrapped her arms around the back of Steve and nuzzled his ear. "You were great last night baby." They kissed deeply. Kirby stood up and looked around the room. "Damn it Steve, what a mess. You could have put the table back in place. What were you doing?" "Pushups." "Yeah, trying to impress Shannon right?" "Yeah, wanted to get pumped up." I think my face was turning red. Kirby slid over to the half wall between kitchen and living room. "Coffee ready yet? Steve has to go play hockey soon, why don't we go along and be his cheering crowd. Hey! For an incentive, let's tell him that if he wins today, he can fuck us both this afternoon?" Steve played the best game he ever had! Early in the Morning The time was awhile back; I had been 'publicly rejected' (privately I was the most wanted and needed) by the majority of my girlfriends. In the various different circles of people I dealt with from my work I had many friends. The rejection was more of a masculine mind tease for these 'debutants' to keep their current, and more often than not loved, boy toys from being too jealous of me. Everywhere I went there was total chaos about my life at that time; the fucking paparazzi were the least of my worries with all my 'girls' worried about losing their current relationships (some I could have cared less for whatever reasons, but others I genuinely fretted over 'the public' breaking up two fragile minds that had found comfort with each other) with their loved ones because of me. So at the time, in all the various different places, it was possible to hear everyone talking and or telling a story, ranging from business to fucking, about some guy and everyone of them with a different explicative curse word about me albeit good or bad. It was an interesting period of my life to say the least. I'd have girls requesting a 'divorce from me' and at the same time still expect me to come fuck them silly when ever they required... I even had one where we had just finished the most passionate love making session together in our lives, professed our undying loves unto each other; when she could finally stand up by herself from the fucking I just gave her she went to go get us each a drink. My super sexy self proclaimed slut for me only came back with divorce papers; simply astounding me because she forgot to bring me my drink. I made her fuck me to sign them too; well she forgot a writing utensil and by the time she had told me what the papers were for her mouth was already glued to my dick again mumbling how much she loved me. I don't think she wanted me to sign the papers; it took me four hours of fucking to wear her out enough to be able to get out of the grasp of her sweaty cum slickened body to be able to go find a pen. So anyways; it was a difficult emotional time for many. I had one girl that still claimed me publicly, not that we were ever really in public together anyways. Most of the time I was working long hours into the night and her television career filled her time during the day. So we cherished all the time we could have together. When we first met we both knew we would always love each other. My Portia; and how I'd pamper my sexy baby. For the longest time I didn't even have to be protective of her; she didn't want to do anything unless I was there anyways. Eventually she got into television and movies; but that was for some time to come. Literally the only hard surface my baby would touch was me. She wore the most expensive, hardest to acquire finest velvets and silks known. The interior of 'her' limousine (and any other I had to order reupholstered if we were traveling and wanted to go out) was made of the same such materials so as to not crush and ruin her outfit for the day. My baby literally lived on a posh pedestal of luxury being pampered by me. She was a little sub-dominatrix slut for me too; It still makes me laugh at the different velvet whips, ties, and binds she would design and have made for me to tease and torture her with until the smell of her sex combined with her begging and screaming for my cock to be shoved inside of her was so incessant that I would have to oblige her. Ah, the good old days. My work would take me everywhere and anywhere at a moments notice; people to see and things to do. The majority of the time it was sensitive stuff that only I could be able to do; it kind of reminds me of that 'Holiday Inn Express commercial' where the guy in the towel walks into the empty Military Airforce Hanger and says to the two Generals "And here it is gentlemen; the invisible air plane..." My work took me from international relations to supervising the security of the most exclusive private swing club that ever exists, Sion. Some days and nights I'd be busier than imaginable keeping tabs on the safety of people and things where bad situations could easily erupt into spiraling downfalls into economic depression and or wars at times. The complexity of the human mind is almost as baffling as how quick it's aptitude towards destruction is. It would be funny because my 'bitch' would sit around waiting for me self tied with her legs spread wide humping one of her favorite toys on silken sheets hoping to surprise me... She'd be even more determined when she knew I'd be in late that day or night. I think her anticipation of me maybe getting home early got her off just as good as me fucking her did. Of course I'd watch her escapades as she'd hump herself to sleep waiting for me. It was one of the few good things I got to look at and think about while I was out working towards getting my clients 'self reliant' without them going off and starting a world war or offending some old family to make life long enemies. I don't know why; but I would always get home five to ten minutes after she'd fall asleep; no matter what. To her it was maddening; she hated waking up basically sleeping on me with my dick rubbing against her clit. She wanted to fuck me the minute I got home, but no matter what she'd fall asleep and in the morning I'd wake up with her bouncing on my dick as she yelled at me for being such an insensitive meanie. Half drove her crazy I did with my long hours. At one point she enlisted the help of everyone she knew to try to see how come no matter what she did to wake herself up as I was getting in wouldn't work. The house got a second independent alarm system after that with her and her friends even monitoring the most up-to-date cameras and sensors because she wanted to be awake when I got home. No matter how hard she and anyone else tried; she'd always wake up hornier than hell in my arms astride me with my dick sliding against her sexy little wet mound of trimmed pubic hair. It was fun teasing her so, and I'd monitor her close specially sense she had 'enlisted the help of her friends'...Then one day she just couldn't do it anymore; we grew apart over time. It is not that she isn't still madly in love with me or me her; she just couldn't stand the long hours my work required of me at the time. It pissed her off even more that I couldn't even tell her what I did for a living; I would just ask if she's been watching the news. I don't blame her though; sometimes I can't stand it either. It was interesting; it was through that second alarm system 'that got installed' that I saw them coming for me. It was a group of 'rouge agents and or mercenaries' who had reason to dislike me. I got them all before they got within two blocks of the place. Interestingly enough; the more problems I get come from the 'local policing agencies and offices' where being on the 'take' to pass out information is more of a common thing. It saddens me too though; because it is the little people (or proletariat) who benefit the most from all the work and effort I put into my job everyday. Even if whatever it was they leaked or did that compromised me seemed like the right thing to do from their perspective especially since they got offered that extra $10,000 dollars to pad their pockets. I think it is funny because I'd have paid 10 times that to have had known that the inquiry or etc. event had happened. I always went around reminding everyone; I am not the bad guy and I can pay a whole lot god damned more than anyone else (especially if they are of the group who want me disconnected). It is ironic to say the least. *REM*