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i love my job pt9
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A girl often dreams of being awakened like this.  Lying naked in bed with her lover lapping at her jewels.  Steven was working his tongue around my flaccid **** while working his strong finger in my brownstar.  It didn’t take long for me to come to a full on erection, especially being in the morning when wood usually visits.

 

Steven probed my secret spot deeply with his finger while pushing against my taint with his thumb.  His other hand held my meat, with that thumb pushing against the underside of my head, rapidly filling and stretching the skin to a glossy purple.  He slid his hands down my shaft as he lowered his wet mouth over me.  He held the base of my **** while he rattled his throat around the head.  Closing his mouth, he slowly withdrew to the top, swirling his tongue along the veins and bulges and sensitive spots on my rod.  He looked up at me with a sly grin on his face as he pushed his finger harder against my walnut, deep in my ass.  My **** twitched in his mouth in response.

 

I lay back, just enjoying the feels, not paying attention to what else Steven was doing in bed.  He took me from his mouth and while continuing to pump me, I felt him straddle me.  Our ****s were held together and he stroked them between his hands.  I next felt him lift up a bit and then without warning he lowered his own secret spot down onto my erection.  I opened my eyes and there he was riding me in a cowgirl manner.  He put a finger to my lips and I licked off some pre-cum while he said “Shhh. I know youre not the biggest fan of ****ing me but regardless of your emotional desires to be a woman, I know you still have the urge to enter me and satisfy your manly side.”  He was right. 100% right.  I still had the desire to plunge deep into his star.  To feel his insides grasp my ****. To feel the tight ridges as my head parted its way through the muscles.  To be able to pump into him and to help release my daily tensions.  Steven started by slowly riding me for my full length and did so for several minutes before lifting too far and me falling out.  I gathered my composure and sat up, telling him to flip over.  We swapped positions and he presented his lovely ass to me.  I added a little squirt of lube to his puckered spot and placed my head against it.  Adjusting slightly, I pressed home and entered in with no difficulty.  It wasn’t long before I was pounding against his cheeks. Cheeks that were turning red from the death grip I seemed to have on them.  In due time, I started peaking so I slowed down, reached underneath and gave my man a few strokes on his big meaty clit.  I was getting close and though I wanted to just thrust him to my completion, I tried to go slow and let us both enjoy it.  My body wouldn’t let me slow ride Steven for much longer.  As my cum was building, I was having trouble controlling myself and soon I was humping like a dog in heat.  I couldn’t talk other than giving out some grunts that mimicked Steven as I drove into him.  Hitting like a hammer, I froze on a deep plunge as my body shook and any nut left from last night was drained into my friend. My lover.  We collapsed on the bed and kissed before I spooned up against him for another round of sleep.

 

About an hour later, I awoke and headed to the shower.  I was a mess down there!  I had deposited some cum in Steven’s ass, had HIS cum in my ass. Had both of our cum splashed and dribbled and smeared on my ass, legs, **** and tummy.  That was all mixed with lube and other bodily fluid so I needed to wash.  I started the shower and stepped into the steamy warm embrace of the water and strawberry scented bodywash.  Steven came in and used the toilet, asking “Do you need any help washing that wonderful body of yours?”  I replied that “You can ALWAYS rub your hands on me when I’m in the shower!” He stepped in and helped to suds me up again, and then used his hands to rinse me down.  I told him “Don’t be too aggressive rinsing me, there’s lotion in this body wash that needs to stay on me.”  He kissed me, swatted my fanny and said “You’re soft and sensual enough.”  I replied “Yeah, sure” and slid the glass door open.  I grabbed my robe and wrapped it around me, as I stepped out of the shower.  Steven continued to wash up and said “I love how you smell and it’s fine for me, if we plan on being together during the day, but I have to work and I really need some soap that smells a bit more manly than this.”  I reached under the vanity and got a bar of Irish Spring and handed it to him.  He smiled and said “I hope you don’t ever use this!”

 

I went to the closet and grabbed a pair of khaki slacks and a white dry-fit v-neck t-shirt for the day.  I rummaged around in my panty drawer for a bra and panties that would just barely show through the white top.  Contrary to popular belief white DOES show through white.  I had a pink lace bra that I thought about but from previous tries, it made my boobs too lumpy under the semi-form fitting shirt so I found a multi-colored t-shirt bra that had enough colors that my sky blue nylon panties would match.  While I LOVE having a flat front presented when I have panties on, sometimes tucking just isn’t that comfortable.  These slacks were perfect for not having to tuck because my **** was well hidden by the pleats and general loose fit.  I opted to pull my **** up, instead of tucking and that was when I realized I wasn’t fully drained.  I immediately spotted the panties with a leaking drop of spooge.  I rubbed it with my fingers and then licked them clean.  Mmmm.  It’s so true about pineapple and celery making our sex spray taste better.

 

I buttoned and zipped my slacks as Steven walked from the bathroom.  His lovely meat, dangling there.  He saw my attention divert to his loins and he smiled.  Spinning around, he asked “Do you see something you like?”  I murmured my approval and told him to come over to me.  He sauntered over and I took hold of his manhood.  I played with it a bit before sinking my mouth down over it again.  “Leesa” he said, “I have to get ready for work and we’re both about played out.  It’s not like you’re a real girl and can have dozens of orgasms in a row.”  I was stung by that comment!  I pushed him back away from me and said “You’re right. Get dressed and get on your way before you’re late.” I got up and crossed to my dresser and got a hair band to put my hair up.  I admonished him again “Get going.  Don’t be late on account of me” and walked out to the kitchen to make some coffee.



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