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Mousehunt/Dragonslayer
by Beltorion (beltorion@aol.com)

***

A friend doesn't leave a friend so drunk at a party that 
she might get in trouble if there were some unscrupulous 
guys there, so I took her home. (MF, mast, oral, 
seduction, alcohol, rom)

***

Ring. Ring. Ring.

I awoke in sleepy confusion. The phone. Was ringing. 
Must. Get. Phone. I snatched it up before the answering 
machine came on. My hand didn't seem to be working quite 
right. I dropped the phone, and it clattered noisily. I 
got it on the next attempt. For a second I stared at it, 
like I was a caveman trying to fathom this technology 
from the future. Finally I put it to my ear and mouth, 
pausing momentarily to a certain that I was putting the 
right end to the right body part.

"Raroo?" I croaked in a thick voice, like a Robinson 
Crusoe who hadn't used his vocal cords for years, upon 
first seeing his rescuers. Actually, I sounded more like 
Scooby Doo. Or maybe the Tinman when he's rusted frozen. 
I swallowed, and ran my tongue around my mouth to 
lubricate the bearings. I tried again. "Hello?" That 
sounded almost human.

A female voice was on the other end, apologetic. "I woke 
you! I'm SO sorry! This is Julie. I'm really, really 
sorry to call you this late." I looked at the clock. It 
was blinking 12:00:00. Power must have gone off at some 
point. I turned on the lamp beside my bed, and looked at 
my watch. Actually, the clock wasn't that far off, it 
was 12:05am. Julie. A friend who lived in my apartment 
complex. A redhead. 

She was rattling on. "It's just that, I've got a mouse 
loose in my apartment, I was wondering if you could help 
me out. You're usually a night owl, I thought you might 
still be up."

"Of course, I'll be right over." I hung up and got out 
of bed. Stood there in my boxers. Pulled on some jeans, 
socks and sneakers, And a flannel shirt, which I hastily 
buttoned. Then noticed I had started with the wrong 
button and they weren't matched up at the collar. Undid 
them and did it again. I was only now beginning to 
really wake up. I stumbled into the bathroom. My hair 
was all Indian feathers. I combed it and ran cold water 
into my hands, then splashed my face. Ran my wet hands 
through my hair to straighten some of the wilder parts 
sticking up. 

After a moment's reflection I hastily squeezed some 
toothpaste onto my toothbrush and scrubbed my teeth. 
Then, feeling vain, I took my glasses off and put my 
contacts in. Gave a quick visual inspection. Wiped some 
sleepy crud from my eyes. No boogers hanging out of my 
nose or anything. God, I was preparing myself as if for 
a date. I looked in the mirror again. Not a bad looking 
guy, if I do say so myself. Once I get cleaned up. I 
didn't have time to shave, so I looked a little scruffy.

I exited my apartment and locked the door. It was cold 
out, but it was only a short walk to her apartment, so I 
didn't go back for a coat. Brisk.

Julie was a couple of years older than me. At times she 
looks kind of plain... not unattractive, just nothing 
spectacular. Other times there's something about her 
that exudes this real fresh sexiness. I'm not sure what 
it is, it doesn't seem to be makeup (she doesn't wear 
much), or the way she does her hair, or something like 
that. Just an aura she projects. 

One time she came over on her way to a party, and she 
was wearing this tight yellow dress that made her 
nipples stand out in sharp relief. She spun around and 
asked me if she looked ok. I stammered and said 
something lame, that she looked great. 

That was an understatement, she looked ravishing; I had 
an erection just from the way she had spun around, 
exhibiting her body to me. I wanted to peel that dress 
off her and get to work. At the same time, I had 
suddenly felt all brotherly and protective of her; she 
was going to a party dressed like that, and planning to 
drink a lot. 

I was afraid somebody would take advantage of her in a 
big way. Or maybe I was jealous that it wasn't going to 
be me. I told her to call me if she felt she wasn't safe 
to drive back from the party. I really meant if she 
needed rescuing from the wolf pack, drunk and dressed 
like that. She didn't call, but she had seemed pleased I 
was concerned about her. 

I had fantasized about what it would have been like if 
she had called. Me coming to get her, and driving her 
soused ass home, slouched in the passenger seat, blitzed 
and giggling. Flirting and drunkenly amorous with me. Me 
resisting; No, not like this, ask me again when you're 
sober. Kissing her goodnight as I took her to her door. 
Or maybe she's so drunk that I have to take her keys, 
let her into her apartment, put her in bed, and then she 
passes out. 

I can't leave her like that in that dress, so I slip her 
shoes off, and then work the dress off her. Hang it in 
the closet. She in her panties and no bra. I'd linger 
for just a minute, soaking in the sight of her body. I 
resist the urge of the little devil sitting on my 
shoulder, Pull the sheets over her, kiss her forehead, 
turn out the lights and lock the door.

The next day would be embarrassing questions; She'd have 
fuzzy memories, and wonder what she had done or said. 
She'd be too embarrassed to ask further questions. But 
would be somewhat mortified that I'd seen her in that 
state, but also pleased I was such a gentleman. But 
wonder if anything had gone on.

Of course, none of that had happened; then again, she 
didn't puke in my car or anything, or any other messy 
details that would have been the reality. We'd just been 
friendly since then, gone to a few movies, one of which 
was a tearjerker that she couldn't stop crying about 
afterwards on the way home. That was an odd experience, 
A woman crying, but not due to anything I had done or 
that anyone had done to her, so there wasn't any 
consoling necessary, she wasn't crying for any "real" 
reason. But it was an odd sort of intimacy to be with 
her then, to see her so uncovered and vulnerable.

Now I was outside her door, to vanquish the mouse. I 
knocked. It had been less than 10 minutes since she 
called, although I felt like maybe I should have been 
there sooner, not taken all the time freshening up. She 
opened the door. She was in a bathrobe which was held 
closed by a cloth belt, and slippers. Not particularly 
revealing, although her lower legs were exposed, and her 
bare shoulders offered some pale flesh normally covered. 
Beneath the bathrobe she had on some sort of cotton 
nightie. Which must have been short, since no trace of 
it peeked beneath the bathrobe.

"Ghostbusters, ma'am. You're having some disturbances?"

"I'm so sorry to drag you out of bed!" she said again. 
"It's in the kitchen."

One of the kitchen cabinet doors beneath the sink was 
ajar. "He ran in there."She handed me a flashlight. 

I peered into the darkness. It took me a few moments to 
spot him, but finally there, back behind some pots and 
pans and cleaning supplies, was Mr. Mouse, whiskers 
quivering with fear, little eyes shining in the 
flashlight beam.

I looked around in the food closet, and found a 
yardstick in the back. Then I went into her bathroom, 
got a small wastebasket, and dumped the contents, some 
tissues and a shampoo bottle, and other assorted refuse 
from women's accessories, into the larger kitchen 
trashcan.

"You're not going to kill him, are you?" she said.

"No, not if I can help it."I put the yardstick back into 
the cabinet. Trying to channel him so he'd have to run 
out into the wastebasket. Of course it didn't work, he 
scrambled over the yardstick and went darting behind the 
pots and pans."Damn!" I said. I opened the next cabinet. 
There he was. I stuck the yardstick in again, and this 
time accidentally jabbed him with it. Oops. I wasn't 
trying to hurt him. He ran again. I started sticking my 
hand in after him, and then seconds before I got a nip 
realized this was stupid. I sat back on my haunches. 
Julie stood there between the kitchen and the living 
room, looking anxious, arms hugging herself and a 
concerned expression on her face. She also looked very 
good standing there in that bathrobe. I realized I was 
bordering on ogling her, and turned back to the mouse 
problem.

"So, you want to play cat and mouse, do you?" I 
considered all those Tom and Jerry cartoons where the 
cat ends up with the anvil dropped on his head. I got 
one of her oven mitts and put it on. This time I was 
able to reach back and swat him...somewhat gently... the 
direction I wanted him to go. He was out of the cabinet, 
onto the floor. But he missed the wastebasket.

I scrambled after him, and he darted towards the back of 
the kitchen. I didn't want him to get under the fridge, 
so I batted him away. He skittered across the floor, 
claws sliding on the smooth tile, spinning around like 
an ice skater out of control. And I was a giant Zamboni. 
This time I held the wastebasket flat against the 
ground, and scooped him in one beautiful smooth sideways 
sweep into it. I put it right side up before he could 
get out.

I looked down into it. There he was, looking up at me 
from the bottom of the wastebasket. Still shaking with 
fear or exertion, his heart beating like a little 
jackhammer. Cute little beady eyes looking defiant and 
whiskers quivering indignantly. I found to my surprise 
that my heart was beating fast too, and I was sweating a 
little... all from rolling around on the floor a bit 
chasing a creature about a hundredth of my size.

Julie stood behind me, peering into the wastebasket. "My 
hero!" She smiled at me and I felt like Superman.

I took the wastebasket outside, and walked a few hundred 
yards in the cold till I got to the tree line, where I 
dumped him out. He lay there frozen for a minute, then 
darted away. I hoped he was ok. And that he wasn't a 
meal for something in the next 5 minutes. Oh well, maybe 
he'd get in another apartment.

As I walked back, I pondered. Julie was a pretty tough 
cookie, I was surprised she couldn't have handled a 
mouse herself, she was very into animals.

She stood there in her bathrobe, looking cute and soft. 
"I wish there was some way I could thank you. You're my 
knight in shining armor." 

Just a perfectly innocent phrase, but there was 
something in her voice and her eyes, a flirt, a sexy 
come-hither. Or was there?

"You know," I said in a joking tone, "It's customary, 
when the brave knight vanquishes the dragon and save the 
fair maiden, the beautiful princess, the damsel in 
distress... that she reward the knight in some way."

She smiled and sidled up to me, close, very close. I 
could smell the scent of her soap from the shower she 
has taken earlier. Her curly red hair was still damp. 
"What did you have in mind?" she said softly. "Gold? 
Jewels? Something else? I'll do anything. Anything." She 
was still speaking in a joking tone, but in her tone, I 
saw that she was flirting too. More than flirting, she 
was putting the gauntlet down. I had her. But she had 
me.

"She offered her honor." I said softly. "He honored her 
offer. And all night long, it was honor and offer, and 
offer and honor. And on her and off her, and off her and 
on her." She smiled. An old joke, but she hadn't heard 
that one before.

I stepped even closer until we were rubbing against each 
other. I kissed her lips. My chin rubbed hers. I had two 
days growth there. "One of us needs a shave." she 
giggled. Slowly, unhurriedly, my hands found the 
terrycloth belt on her bathrobe. I undid the knot and 
slid it open. Then parted her robe to reveal the short 
little pajama beneath. I put my hands on her hips, 
between the robe and the cotton jammies. So soft and 
warm, and the most delightful curves. 

I slid upward, and she closed her eyes and stood stock 
still. I moved slowly, waiting to see if she was going 
to stop me from what I was doing. She had seemed 
serious, but this was the moment of truth. She sighed 
and made what I can only describe as a coo. I kissed her 
cool forehead, as my hands went up the sides of her 
breasts. Over her shoulder sockets, until they rested on 
the bare skin of her shoulders, beneath the robe. 

I could feel the warm flesh of her shoulders, and the 
palm of my hand pressed against the hardness of her 
collarbone. I nuzzled her face with my mouth, my lips 
finding hers, her head tilting back to meet mine. She 
was maybe 8 inches shorter than me. My hands spread to 
either side, lifting the robe off her shoulders, until 
it fell to the floor. Now she was there in just her 
short jammies and slippers. 

Leisurely, I started unbuttoning the pajamas, my hands 
on the cotton material, but feeling the warmth and 
softness of her flesh beneath. When I got to the last 
button I spread it wide and peeled it off her, my hands 
again moving up her sides but inside her garment. When I 
spread that off her shoulders, it fell too. Now she was 
standing just in her slippers and panties. No bra, and 
she had great breasts, not large but perfectly shaped. 

I gently stepped on the tips of the toes of each 
slipper, and then my hands ran over her shoulders, down 
her back, until they were on her ass. All the while our 
heads were tilted towards each other, and our mouths 
were meeting. I grasped beneath her ass, and lifted her 
up pretty easily; she was a lightweight. Since my feet 
still pressed on the toes of her slippers, she left them 
behind. 

I pressed her up against the fridge, and set her down, 
her bare feet on the floor. My hands pinned her against 
the fridge, and I ran them over her tits, which were 
nice for her small size, and the nipples were hard. I 
played with them, flicking them and rubbing the outer 
parts of her breasts. My cock was hard through my jeans, 
and felt like a tree trunk pressing up against her. My 
hands slid down her sides again, and this time I sank my 
whole body down with them, and in one smooth motion 
grasped her panties and slid them down. Revealing the 
most wonderful little thatch of red curly pubic hair.

"Red on the head, fire in the hole." I murmured. "Hmmm?" 
she sighed. "Nothing."My fingers began to play with that 
delightful snatch. She spread her legs a little, 
widening her stance. Suddenly her eyes snapped open.

"Oh God, I don't want to be here in bare feet on this 
cold floor, there's probably little mouse turds all in 
here!" She gasped.

Frantic not to spoil the mood, I picked her up beneath 
her ass cheeks, and she accommodatingly wrapped her legs 
around me. I walked, somewhat awkwardly, into her living 
room, holding her weight to me, one hand under her ass, 
one pressing against her upper back. She wrapped her 
legs and arms around me. As long as I didn't have to go 
a few hundred yards, this was ok. She could only have 
been a little over a hundred pounds, soaking wet. And 
the only thing damp on her presently was that long curly 
red hair above, and a slightly damp pussy down below. 
And her warm wet mouth. It felt delightful, carrying her 
completely nude body like this. I considered the couch, 
but kept going into her bedroom, where I tossed her onto 
the bed. She bounced and laughed.

"When are you gonna get out of that armor, my knight? My 
knight in shining amore." The little bit she had hung 
out with me had started her making bad puns. Probably 
out of self defense.

I kicked off my shoes and sock, pulled off my jeans even 
faster than I had put them on. "C'mere." She said. She 
sat on the bed, legs curled beneath her, and unbuttoned 
my shirt. She pulled it open and off my shoulders and 
let it fall the way I had done with her garments. Then 
her cool hands slid inside my boxers, almost reverently 
coming to rest on either side of my cock, the head of 
which was already poking out of the boxers.

"Oooh, what have we here. Is this the lance you slew the 
dragon with?"

"Ok, enough with the Renn Fest double entrendres." I 
growled, in a stern but jocular manner "Put that sweet 
mouth of yours on my cock and show me your appreciation 
appropriately, milady."

She smiled naughtily, a delightful hint of things to 
come. Her mouth opened, and she slid my cock in several 
inches past the head. She closed her lips around it and 
sucked and slurped noisily, while her fingers moved up 
and down the shaft. Then she popped it out of my mouth 
and nuzzled my balls. Then she ran her tongue up the 
shaft, transfixing me with her eyes, and then popped it 
into her mouth again and sucked strongly. Her eyes 
closed as she concentrated. 

She had a little trick where once in awhile she'd hold 
her mouth about an inch from my cockhead, wet and 
sensitive from her attentions, and then she would blow 
air across it. A true blow job. Then she'd return to her 
task. It was exhilarating, seeing her completely nude on 
the bed during this. Very pretty, and she seemed very 
small and vulnerable. But incredibly sexy. My one hand 
played with her long red hair, still slightly damp, I 
wanted to see her face while she did this, so I brushed 
it out of her face and behind her, caressing her neck 
while my hand ruffled through her hair. She was making 
little delightful noises, she really seemed to be 
enjoying sucking my cock. Pulses of warm liquid pleasure 
were radiating through me, ground zero was where her 
mouth worked on the head. 

I thought guiltily; about 10pm before I'd gone to bed 
I'd been horny and actually jacked off, never dreaming a 
little over two and a half hours later a girl would be 
putting her mouth there. I wondered if she could tell 
from the scent; was there a musky cum smell when she ran 
her nose and face over my cock? Could her mouth taste 
the fact that I'd already come once this evening? If so, 
she didn't seem to be put off; she was very enthusiastic 
in her work.

Normally, this fervent attention would probably have me 
coming quickly, but since I already had earlier, I could 
go a lot longer. I just sat back for a few minutes, 
luxuriating in her wonderful attentions.

Then I changed position, climbing on top of her and 
straddling her in reverse, suspending my weight above 
her like I was doing push-ups, my face above her pussy, 
my cock poised above her face. She was continuing to 
play with my cock, licking and stroking it. From 
watching her a few minutes ago, in my mind's eye I could 
picture what her face looked like, as her mouth worked 
on my penis. 

Now my fingers were spreading her pussy, playing in her 
red pubic hair, and I spent a few minutes just toying 
with her. She gasped, and then took me in her mouth 
again and begin to suck strongly. I tried to match her 
energy with my mouth on her pussy. Normally, I don't 
like '69', I prefer to either be concentrating on my 
partner's pleasure or sitting back and enjoying my own 
while she's working me. But we seemed to fall into this 
position naturally. 

The slurping, sucking noises coming from down beneath me 
were delightful, especially since they were now mixed in 
with faint muffled little cries and yelps and peeps from 
her as I ate her out. I was starting to get tired 
holding myself up like this; it was like being asked to 
do too many push-ups. And I didn't want to suddenly 
collapse on top of her, so I rolled to one side, and 
grasping her ass and back, rolled her on her side too so 
we continued in 69, just sideways instead of on top of 
each other. Her mouth and hands gripped my cock tightly, 
and the wet friction was wonderful. 

I continued to delve into the folds of her pussy, and 
run my fingers through the springy curls of her red 
pubes. She was making inarticulate sounds, and I could 
tell she was really close to coming. I wasn't far 
behind. I rolled away from her and shifted around till 
we were head to head again. My lips pressed against 
hers, and we kissed hard, she'd gasp for breath when 
we'd separate and then lock lips just as hard. One hand 
of mine was mauling her tits, squeezing one while my 
thumb flicked the nipple. Down below, my knees were 
between her legs, and I spread my knees apart, spreading 
her thighs wide in the same motion. I adjusted to put my 
cock down by her warm wet pussy. With just a little 
adjustment I was ready to slide it in and give her a 
ride.

"Wait..I don't... we can't..." she gasped.

"What?"

"No condoms... I don't..." she paused to gasp again, 
"Have any in the house..."

"I've got some back at my place..." I said. My hips were 
already starting to play-fuck her, thrusting against 
her, except instead of in her pussy my cock was against 
her belly, questing for entrance around the vicinity of 
her belly button. This was all my body, I was hardly 
even aware I was doing it.

"...But I don't think I can wait that long." I 
cautioned. Almost subconsciously, I was starting to 
slide up her body.

"Listen," she said. "I... uh... I don't like to 
swallow." She said almost apologetically.

"I might need a towel or something in a minute then..." 
I gasped. "I'm pretty close to the point of no return... 
I'm gonna shoot all over your comforter in a minute."

She offered a better suggestion. "Fuck my tits." It 
excited me just to hear her talk like that. She wasn't 
exactly pristine in her normal speech, but this was a 
whole other thing. She lay back and pushed them 
together, and I quickly straddled her, sliding my cock 
between them. It didn't take long. My cock cradled 
between her warm globes, looking down at her face, I 
came. She didn't want to swallow, but she wasn't adverse 
to come, she closed her eyes, and I gave her a pearl 
necklace above her breasts, some of which ended up on 
her neck, face, and in her red hair.

I cried out as I came, and rolled off her, gasping. I 
stayed there a few minutes as my heavy breathing became 
more regular, my heartbeat returned to a more sedate 
drumbeat. She lay back, smiling. She didn't seem too 
upset at what had transpired, so I stopped myself from 
being apologetic.

"Don't move," I said. I ran to the bathroom and got a 
towel, still damp, doubtless her bath towel. I poured 
warm water from the sink on it until it was quite wet, 
squeezed the excess out, until I had a thoroughly damp, 
hot towel. Then ran back, and with the wet towel wiped 
my come off her chest and face. She seemed to enjoy the 
feeling of the wet towel, like a massage. At least I 
missed the comforter. Err. Mostly. I dabbed at a spot 
with the wet towel. Her eyes were still closed.

I put the towel aside, and slid down to her pussy. My 
fingers began probing and opening her, and then I again 
began running my tongue over her clit and into her 
pussy, spreading her wide with my fingers. She lay there 
and moaned. In short order I had her bucking her hips, 
and then, she came in a series of pulses, and I 
continued to work her all the while. Her hands were in 
my hair, clenching, until she relaxed and fell back, 
exhausted.

I crawled up beside her, and lay next to her, my hands 
lazily playing with her nipples. She just sat there with 
her eyes closed, a smile on her lips.

We drifted off into le petite morte, and I awoke maybe 
an hour later. Her nude body was stretched out beside 
me. It was a little chilly in here, but my cock was 
already stirring, wanting some more.

"Wait here. Don't move a muscle!" I said. I pulled on 
jeans and sneakers and shirt, no socks. Didn't bother to 
button my shirt. I did the 100 yard dash through the 
cold to my place, and within seconds had gotten a box of 
condoms (half empty, but it had been quite awhile since 
I had last used one), locked the door behind me, and was 
already sprinting back.

I shut her door behind me, and was back in the bedroom. 
Of course, she wasn't where I left her! Sounds were 
coming from the bathroom. A toilet flushed. Water 
running. I sat on the bed and waited, afraid that the 
mood would be broken when she came back. That she'd say 
it was great, but that she didn't think we should go any 
further. That she had to be up early for something. That 
she loved the cunnilingus, but wished I hadn't spooged a 
little on her comforter.

She opened the door, and was still fully naked. She came 
over to the bed and sat down beside me. Took the condom 
box and pulled one out. Pushed me back onto the bed with 
surprising force.

"And just what are you doing back in your armor?" she 
said as she yanked my zipper open, then I helped her 
pull my jeans and shoes off. I lay there, still in my 
unbuttoned shirt, which she simply spread wide, without 
trying to remove it since it was underneath me.

She straddled me, and then begin grinding against my 
cock. My half-hard cock was soon a pole, up against my 
stomach. She grasped it and pointed it skyward. Tore the 
condom wrapper and placed it on the head, and then, 
almost ceremoniously, unrolled it down my cock. Then she 
hoisted herself above me, positioning herself over my 
cock, and guided me in. She settled down on it, impaling 
herself, gasping once, as it slid home. If I looked 
down, where my cock disappeared inside her, I could just 
see the edge of the condom down by my pubes, and right 
above it was her fiery red bush.

She commenced to rocking herself on me, plunging up and 
down, and rode me. Throwing her head back with abandon, 
her curly red hair swaying like a curtain with her head 
movements, her tits jiggling as she fucked me. I thrust 
my hips up a bit, but really she did most of the work; I 
just lay back and let her ride me. She found her rhythm.

"I'm gonna fuck your brains out." she said between 
breaths. 

"I'm gonna bury that cock as deep inside me as it will 
go." I gasped. 

"You like that, don't you!" she said, almost 
maliciously. 

We continued on like that, talking dirty and saying 
things that look silly written down later, but were 
intoxicating to hear at the time. The bedsprings were 
rocking, and I was just sitting back and enjoying the 
ride, watching her body sway as she pounded me. I 
reached up and grasped her tits with both hands, fingers 
clenching each boob, nipple between thumb and 
forefinger, and I squeezed gently but decidedly firmly 
in time with her thrusts. Her hands were on my 
shoulders, until I let go of her tits, reached up, and 
we clasped hands, gripping tightly as we thrust our 
loins together. Eventually she was coming, and soon I 
was too.

I'd finished long before she was done, but I was still 
hard so she just kept riding me until she was spent. I 
just lay back, no longer thrusting in time with her, and 
enjoyed the sensation. Her whole body was damp with 
sweat, and when her convolutions and cries finally 
slowed down, she collapsed on top of me, my cock still 
inside of her. We lay like this in a warm comfortable 
silence. I could feel her heartbeat. After awhile our 
sweat started chilling us, so we climbed underneath the 
sheets. I started to pull the condom off my cock, but it 
was tugging on my pubic hairs. She started to assist 
me."Gently!" I pleaded. She finally removed it with a 
minimum of pain. There was that awkward moment; the 
messy aftermath of passion.

She went to the bathroom, carrying it by just the rim, 
carefully so the juice didn't spill out, holding it 
gingerly the way one would a dead fish retrieved from a 
fish tank with the net. She tossed the condom into the 
wastebasket, which had so recently been occupied by the 
mouse. That mouse didn't know how lucky he was to get 
out of that trap. I imagined the indignity of our little 
furry friend, if he had suddenly felt a spent condom 
land on him.

Julie did some things in the bathroom, then climbed back 
under the covers with me with a warm wet washcloth, and 
proceeded to clean my cock with it. In the afterglow, 
that felt very nice.

"Well Gwenivere, that was a knight well spent," I said. 

She giggled sleepily.

"Stay here tonight," she said with her eyes closed, "And 
I'll make it worth your while in the morning, Sir Lance-
alot." she said, her fingers running lightly over my now 
soft cock.

"Breakfast in bed?" I asked.

"Well, maybe eventually. I might have something else to 
eat first." she whispered. Her fingers gave my cock a 
little goodnight tug, then she rolled over and went to 
sleep.

I drifted off, my hand running over her bare back under 
the covers.

The next morning I awoke to a wonderful wet sensation on 
my cock.

She was giving me a wakeup blowjob.

"Breakfast is served." I sighed.

(Of course, I was the one who ended up making the 
omelets later on, and bringing them to her. It was a 
hard day's knight!)

The End

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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