[MF] Painting a blank canvas

I wake up, my head pounding.

I open my eyes. I’m in the spare bedroom. That can’t be good.

I wonder what happened last night.

In truth I can’t even remember getting home. The last thing I remember is being in the bar.

I open my phone.

No messages.

I hear my girlfriend moving around in the room next door.

Dare I get up?

I get up and bump into her on the landing.

‘How are you feeling?’ she asks me, her tone somewhat frosty.

‘Rough,’ I admit.

‘I’m not surprised,’ she replies.

She tells me she is going to get us some breakfast.

I might have got away with this I think to myself.

A shower is in order.

As the warm water hits me I immediately start to feel better.

And like so often when I am hungover I start to feel horny.

My cock is hard and I think.

Fuck it why not.

I apply some shower gel and proceed to rub one out, the overwhelming intensity of my orgasm temporarily relieving my headache.

We haven’t had sex for a few days so my load is a big one.

I get out, dry myself off and go about the rest of my day.

Later on we are curled up on the sofa together and we kiss each other softly.

I immediately feel myself harden and she notices it too.

She laughs, rolls her eyes and takes me upstairs.

We move into the bedroom and turn to face each other.

Our lips meet and our tongues explore each other with a greed and intensity that we haven’t felt for a while.

Our hands roam over each other’s bodies, my right hand finding her pussy.

I can feel the heat underneath her leggings.

She takes her top off and removes her bra.

My mouth immediately finds her nipple and she moans gently.

I find her clit and start playing with her, my fingers sticky from her wetness.

I’m still fully clothed at this point and decide I need to catch up.

I remove my trousers and underwear first and then go to remove my shirt.

As I do so I feel her tongue find the tip of my cock.

Now it’s my turn to moan in pleasure as she takes me deep to the back of her throat.

I just stand there my legs quivering.

She rummages in the draw and finds some dick lick which she applies liberally.

The coolness of it on my hot skin brings me out in goosebumps.

She sits on the edge of the bed and pulls me into her mouth once more.

I run my hands through her hair and in turn she digs her nails into my ass.

I thrust more aggressively and she doesn’t protest.

I lean down awkwardly and find her clit once more.

She is so wet and I notice a damp patch beginning to spread on the duvet.

I want to be inside her pussy but her mouth feels too good.

I know I’m close.

I let her know I’m about to come.

She pulls me out of her mouth, one hand jerking me furiously and the other cupping my balls before a solitary finger finds my asshole.

‘Come on me,’ she says.

This is enough to tip me over the edge.

I’m not expecting a huge load after my hungover wanking session of the morning but as I feel myself about to come I know it’s going to be a big one.

The first squirt explodes over her neck and drips down into her tits.

She keeps jerking me and the come keeps flowing out of me, now covering her chest, stomach, thighs and hands.

I breathe deeply and collapse on the bed next to her.

‘A little help here,’ she says.

I get up and I can’t help but laugh.

She was my blank canvas.

Boy had I painted her.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7wzk91/mf_painting_a_blank_canvas