Day 2: Good morning slut.
I got up early the first morning. He enjoys coffee in bed and she loves a lavender Earl Grey tea. So that's what I do. If I am given the pleasure of sharing a moment with them, I thank them by cultivating a good morning for them.
At home, they wake up early, before I am usually ready. I set an alarm; I can't miss this opportunity. This morning, they slept in. They cuddled in the huge bed they shared. I slept in a twin in an adjacent room, so they could have private time to talk. He makes sure they have time alone after we play. She is His primary, no question. And that private time is smart.
With two light knocks on the door, I was welcomed inside.
Her naked body wedged easily into His. His strong arms held her in a light embrace. I wanted to dive into that lovely. I felt that desire low in my belly. I love that feeling. Desire swirled inside me. I painfully wanted their touch. The night before, He let me cum once. Just once. His fingers expertly made me a quivering pool. He made sure I was the last to cum; the last to be fed, as He put it. He played with me as the taste of their arousal lingered in my mouth and down my throat. I fucking soaked the sheets. After I finished, and still blinded, He kissed my forehead. He removed the blindfold. And quietly left the room. That was it. And it was fantastic. But I wanted more.
After I laid His coffee lightly on a coaster, then placed her tea lightly on a magazine, I turned to leave. Moments from the door, His moan stopped me cold. I turned my head and His eyes burned into me. He pulled back the sheet to expose His handsome manhood. It laid over His thigh; heavy and inviting. I turned around to face him and ran my palms down my thighs. I played with the hem of my extra-large hoodie nervous and anxious for what He might say.
Without breaking His gaze he said, "Be a good pet." I instantly knew what He wanted. And butterflies fluttered.
As I climbed onto the bed, His love came to life. "Good morning." she growled. She isn't a morning person.
Their combined bodies felt like a single presence. Her hands caressed by lower back and hip. His hand ran over my shoulder and against my face. With my lips wrapped around His cock, I began to feel Him grow. I fucking love that feeling. His thick cock forced my mouth wider. Slowly my lips soaked His tip and shaft. I love giving sloppy head, I love it.
"Good girl." he moaned. I could taste His arousal heighten.
"She is a good little pet, isn't she?! She spoke to Him as if I wasn't there. He answered her with a moan and a light twitch in His manhood.
As I focused on serving His cock, I felt her hand slide over my ass followed by her finger between my legs. With my panties to the side, she toyed with my lips and teased my opening. I love fingers, but enough already. I needed to be filled. I wanted Him inside me. I died to be fucked.
"Wow." she continued. "Our pet loves to play." She could feel my excitement coat her fingers.
I could hear the smile in His voice, "Like a good slut, pleasing me is all she needs." He couldn't be more right. I don't need anything else.
Then her fingers found my spot. I moaned deeply on His cock. As she continued, I felt weak. My thighs tightened and I moaned in rhythm with her curling finger.
"Are you my good little slut?" he asked. I moaned a yes.
"Does this good little slut deserve a gift." he continued. I removed my lips from his cock and responded, "Please Sir." When He smiled, she added a second finger inside me and I got chills.
He grabbed the back of my head and skull fucked me -- just like I like. Within moments, He was telling me He planned to cum. He wanted to fill my mouth. And when He did, I froze. He gave me so much; my mouth leaked at the corners. Right after I felt His essence slide down my throat, I felt her pull back my hair and met me with a deep kiss. Her tongue explored me. She searched for every lingering morsel of His taste. As she finished, she bit my lip and licked His flavor from the edges of my mouth.
He relaxed after His release. She laid back to lick her lips and fingers. I inched closer to slide between them. We cuddled together for a moment. I like cuddling with them. I could stay there for ever. But, well before I was ready to get up, He whispered, "Breakfast, my pet."
I gave Him a wanting look and ran my hand over His heavy cock. He shook His head slowly and I knew my place. He kissed my forehead and I rose. On my way out, I left the door open. And from the kitchen, I could hear them fucking. This torture was pure pleasure.
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