She liked to lose herself a little to a good buzz or high, sometimes. The basics from the start of the evening were clear in her head, but whisky acts quickly with her, and some of the details were foggy. Chris had been there, as always, so she was able to really let go. He would certainly fill her in on anything she may have forgotten or missed. Chris loved all the little details and was always happy to share them in his way.
Fantasies, desires and recollections would pour from him and make her mind race in the bedroom. He liked to fuck her during the stories, too, but her favorite was when he would let her touch herself next to him as he slowly talked; not a whisper, but a soft, and deep, soothing, southern voice that was equally effective directly in her ear or from across the room. She could focus more on being in the moment of her thoughts with his creative words guiding her if she was in full control of her own orgasms.
It was a long weekend, and she was trying to be sleeping in that morning. Old habits die hard and she was very awake again by 7am. She was sore in several places, and it was making her body twitch at the thoughts of how. Chris was still sleeping, and she was stuck in a loop of the night before in her own head. The bits and pieces had little order once her use began and she fully succumbed to it.
She wanted so badly to touch herself as she squirmed in the bed next to Chris, but she wanted to be good for him. Chris wouldn’t approve of her masturbating without permission…well, while next to him, anyways. She had tried so hard to not touch herself when Chris asked her, but he was very understanding when she couldn’t resist it when she found herself alone sometimes.
She had laid there for at least half an hour with the constant aching before she couldn’t resist trying to wake him.Lynn slid herself against him and tucked herself under his right arm. She could smell herself on him; mixed in with his classic scents. His smell was intoxicating to her. There was no doubt in her mind that they had some kind of chemical or hormonal compatibility that intensified their moods together. The intoxication that his smell induced in her was immediate when they were first together, but over the years she had become even more affected by it. His musk was strong this morning, and she was swooning as her mind went back to the night before.
She was feeling awesome by the time they had decided to leave the bar. She thought back to those first moments of sexual tension with Kevin at the bar. Butterflies faded from her as the drinks came. He seemed a little nervous as her flirting got more obvious, but that changed as the night progressed. He and Chris had hit it off, and she was sure that Chris had explained their arrangement at some point. She had so much fun being tipsy in an unfamiliar place, and meeting so many people. They didn’t go out like that often, anyways, but the pandemic fucked things up for so long that she was ecstatic to get to go out like a normal person, again. It was liberating and refreshing; the alcohol let her play a very extroverted role that was not typical in her analytical, day to day life. Kevin stood out to her and was a good time around the bar that night. She was so happy when he came over later that night.
Chris’s sleep wasn’t fazed by her slow intrusion upon him that morning. His head was tilted away and his breaths remained deep. They had been up late, but she wouldn’t feel bad about waking him. He was never a morning person, but he almost always consented to her advances. They certainly both loved their normal, workday morning routine of Chris being serviced before her workouts.
The weekends were always a little different and this weekend, especially so. She was craving pleasing herself that morning, but that seemed a selfish way to wake Chris. Her tiny hand worked slowly down Chris’s abdomen. She toyed at the light hairs on his navel and then layed her palm on the patch of hair above his cock, shaking him slightly. Her fingertips tickled at the base of his penis as it rested against his thigh.
She cupped him and massaged slowly, waiting for Chris to stir. His cock was reacting to her touch, but he didn’t move. Lynn caught a scent of the whisky mixed in his aroma and it aroused her senses further. She remembered him sipping a glass above her on their red couch at some point in the evening. He was naked and admiring her as Kevin had her face-down on the rug; taking her from behind. She remembered the leather cuffs tugging her arms helplessly behind her, and the plush carpet mashing against her face. Chris had called her “the most useful girl” as she had succumbed to another orgasm at his feet.
How many times did they pass her back and forth? Kevin was definitely impressive that night. He was thirsty for it, and she could feel it at the bar. Young men were typically her thing for a hook-up situation, but Kevin was in his mid 40’s just like Chris. He was charming, too, and it was really fun for her thinking of having two daddy types for the night. She loved the way it had gone down.
Chris was beginning to wriggle a little and his breathing became more erratic as she instinctively tugged at him and remained lost in her thoughts. His cock was pulsing and fully erect by the the time he finally woke. “Hey, baby.” he half-growled with a stretch.
She silently continued to tug at him for several minutes after he pulled her closer. She felt a little selfish for wishing Kevin was still there, too. She could take care of Chris’s cock like he preferred and still get fucked like she so badly wanted right then. Since Marcus had moved out, she was without his part in her morning routines. She had gotten so use to having the young man around. She missed it so, but things change and she was still making the most of her life. Maybe they could invite Kevin again and have him stay over at some point? She felt especially naughty as she realized that she was already fantasizing again, when she couldn’t remember all that had already happened the night before. The soreness and aches combined with her thoughts and her body shuttered, shaking her from the pictures in her mind.
Chris is not an impatient man, but she could sense his frustration at being teased and mindlessly tugged at as the minutes had gone by. It was not necessary, but she always asked; her voice was bright like sunshine, “may I suck your cock this morning, daddy?”
Chris could hear the smile in her voice and it gave him a full-body rush. He stretched himself and grunted affirmingly with a big sly, lazy grin. His eyes gazed down on her from tiny, sleepy slits as she scooted down his chest and straddled his leg. She rested on her left arm and pulled him into her mouth with the right.
The flavors and scents from him had an immediate effect on her body. She could feel herself getting warmer against him and her naked pussy was close to dripping as she rhythmically bobbed, stroked and sucked. She could feel more soreness with each of her own throbs, and it put her mind back into the night before. She moaned excitedly as she worked Chris’s cock and the memories hit her. She was so wet and sticky from the night before. Kevin and Chris had both cum in her at least the once, she was certain. Kevin was a total gentleman, but when Lynn hit slut-mode, he and Chris had used her relentlessly and often. Couch, to floor, to bed, to floor, and back to the bed, maybe? Folded, restrained, spanked and choked at many points for sure. She remembered her limits were teased out slowly, and her users were in no particular hurry with her over the evening.
Chris loved getting her into the right headspace and then providing the right environment for times where she could really let her insatiable side come out. There was a distinct moment when she hit a next level sometimes during sex, and he had seen it very early in the evening the night before.
Lynn’s good-girl noises are usually like candies in the air; squeals, gasps, grunts and words all sweet and buttery as she fucks, sucks or gets used. It changes significantly when she graduates to that next level. It gets low and animalistic. Her body goes from grace of movement with her typical spasms of the moment to switching back and forth between a flailing mess and a fuck-toy stuck on the “violently-high” setting. Chris thought of how her beautiful, understanding and caring face becomes contorted and more aggressive as it had hit her the night before. She is in a different place than everything and everyone else around her in those moments and it was magical to Chris to have helped her get there every time he made it happen.
Chris’s cock was raging in Lynn’s mouth as he recalled their evening. Kevin had turned out to have a pretty awesome dynamic with them. The flirting was heavy, but no one had made moves when they were first hanging out at the house. Kevin was being polite and charming to his girl, and everyone could sense her desire for him in her gaze and speech. She was bubbly and happy with the attention when Chris casually told her to stand and remove her clothes for him. “Panties and bra only, please”, he had said.
She was already standing, wiggling and pulling out of her blouse when the excited “yes, daddy” escaped her lips. Kevin had played it super cool, and remained relaxed on the red sectional next to them with her in between as she began to disrobe. Black, lacy boy-shorts and a delicate white bra that she filled perfectly. She was always stunning to Chris. Kevin had nodded approvingly as he took her in with his gaze. Lynn was all sultry smiles between the two men as she awaited Chris’s input, still standing and facing them both on the couch.
“Lynn, please show our guest how good a girl you can be. You will treat him as you do your daddy this evening, and you will behave accordingly for both of us. Do you understand, young lady?”“Yes, daddy!” She had squeaked before placing herself back on the couch and noticeably closer to Kevin. He had embraced her gently and she nuzzled in for a kiss. From there it had gotten pretty wild for them all. Kevin had been a good teammate and Chris wondered if Lynn would like to see him again as he fully relaxed with his thoughts and the satisfying, predictable buildup that Lynn’s mouth was providing.
Chris lost his train of thought as Lynn bottomed out on his cock and hummed deeply. The feeling consumed him; he began moaning and twitching some as Lynn got him ever closer to the edge. She liked to work at a pace until he got closer and closer to cumming, then she would gag fully on him and hum as he throbbed in anticipation at the back of her throat. Lynn would then wait several agonizing moments before getting back to servicing on pace with his throbs. She would do it again and again until she knew he couldn’t resist anymore.
Chris wasn’t able to dwell on the night before at that point; Lynn was keeping him on edge forever that morning it seemed, and he was focused on the building intensity as he finally grabbed at the back of her head. The excited moans and gurgles came from deep in her throat as he pulled her down on him with two clenches of her hair at the base of her skull. She choked a little, but Chris held her firmly as he deposited his load directly into her throat.
He released her and she gasped heavily for a moment and swallowed before quickly taking him back into her lips. Chris twitched in post-orgasm pleasure as she gently suckled and his pulsing slowly subsided.Lynn’s pussy was aching by the time she pulled her mouth away and thanked Chris. She slid up his chest against him and wriggled as her own throbbing intensified.
Usually, if she was horny after serving, she would let Chris recover for a minute or more before asking to touch herself. That morning, she instead, immediately asked permission while simultaneously sliding her right hand between them and placing her favorite finger to her clit. Chris chuckled a little at her eagerness. He could, of course tease her or even punish her a little for not actually waiting for permission, but she had been awfully good and he agreed to her request without dispute.
Lynn’s favorite finger and trusty trigger motion had her first wave approaching very quickly, so she rolled off Chris onto her back so she could concentrate and clench as it hit. Chris kept his arm underneath her head and rolled towards her on his side. He clutched at her throat, and then began fondling the sugary spots around Lynn’s erect nipples. He began speaking about how good a girl she had been the night before as his hand continued lazily but firmly manipulating and exploring her body.
He let her know how pleased he and Kevin were with her usage. He commented how sexy Lynn looked with two cocks in her, and how good her little pussy and mouth felt. Couch, carpet, couch, bed, kitchen? She didn’t remember being bent over the kitchen counter at all, but she did remember snacks in there at some point. Lynn felt so used while still wanting so much more.
The lust building up in Lynn was ferocious as Chris’s words continued to pour over her. Chris was telling her how many times she had been cum in that night. Both men had cum in her little pussy twice and she had sucked another load from Kevin before he left.
She shuttered in delight as Chris applied the sweet pain she loved so much to her right nipple. The details continued. Over 4 hours of being a fuck toy as they saw fit. They had continued drinking and even smoking a few bowls of bud as they constantly toyed with with her that night. Lynn rolled into several waves before an intense, full orgasm forced her own hand away.
Chris was still talking as she came, but she had lost track of what exactly he was saying. Her mind was blank for some time as she twitched and shuttered to her right side in a slight fetal position away from Chris. He pulled himself to her and held her from behind for some time as she began to fade in and out.
Lynn was so proud and exhausted. Her mind no longer raced and tried to keep her awake. She drifted off to sleep in Chris’s arms and the dreams overtook her as their scents further intertwined and consumed them both.
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