Breakfast in Bed
The following story is copyright 2002 by the author, all rights reserved.
In the other room, the phone was shuddering with an insanely annoying ring. Anne opened one sleepy eye and groaned. Looking over, she saw that Greg was still fast asleep. All grew quiet again as the answering machine whirred to life, but Anne’s mind had been jolted wide awake. She grumbled that Greg could so easily slumber through these early morning disturbances and slipped out from under the sheets. Pausing at the mirror, she lifted her arms for a long feline stretch, watching her soft reflection through tired eyes. Her body was slender and supple, with strong thighs and a tight ass from her daily jogs. Anne turned and admired her medium sized breasts, her nipples hardening in the morning chill. Glancing over at Greg, she saw that the sheets had slid away, leaving him naked and exposed. Like most early mornings, Anne saw that Greg’s cock was engorged with blood, standing at full attention despite Greg’s state of unconsciousness. Anne smiled slyly to herself and snuck back into bed.
Soft hands began to caress Greg’s hips and thighs as Anne began to plant airy kisses over his bare chest and stomach. She moved slowly, enjoying the musky scent of his skin. Pulling back, Anne took a moment to admire Greg’s throbbing member, letting her eyes travel over the soft ridges in his skin. Gently, she traced each bulge and ripple along the length of his cock with her tongue. She lapped at him in short wet strokes all over and then began to make long languid trails from the tip of his dick down to his balls. Anne liked how Greg’s shaft looked as it glistened in the morning light and slid her lips down over it tightly. The head of his cock popped into her mouth and she sucked on it softly. Slipping up and then down, she allowed the fleshy skin rub the inside of her cheeks. Her tongue flicked up and down firmly as she took more and more of Greg inside her mouth. Soon she could feel the fluff of his pubic hair against her nose as she buried his member deep in her throat.
Greg’s thighs stiffened and he groaned softly in his sleep but Anne was surprised when he did not wake. Taking hold of his hips in her hands, she massaged his cock harder and more tightly with her lips. She sucked in her cheeks, wrapping the warmth of her mouth around his skin. The head of Greg’s dick swelled in Anne’s mouth and she knew that he would soon burst with a creamy warm load of cum. Taking one hand she clasped the base of his cock firmly and with the other she grabbed his balls. Squeezing carefully, she knew she could prolongue his pleasure as she pumped her mouth up and down around his throbbing cock. Sucking, massaging, squeezing and licking, she pulled at him, milking him more frantically now. Anne felt Greg begin to pump his hips and caught him peeking through half closed eyes. He swelled inside her cheeks as he began to fuck her mouth and with a final explosive throb, Anne released her grip around Greg’s shaft and his warm milky cum began to spurt down the back of her throat. He stabbed at her mouth with clenched hips and his cum continued to shoot over her wet tongue. Anne sucked and swallowed and slowed her massage as Greg began to relax.
Anne pulled back and licked the last of Greg’s slippery juice from her lips. With a sly grin she looked down at Greg’s blissful face and asked, “and what would you like for breakfast?”.