Disclaimer: the following is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, bondage and/or sexual situations which may or may not be consensual, and is intended for adult readers only. All characters portrayed in this story are adults. This work in not for profit and is intended as entertainment only. The author does not support or encourage violence or humiliation towards women or anyone. Characters in this story are fictional and not based on any person living or dead, and are not meant to infringe on any existing characters in other literatures.
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When Tom awoke on Sunday morning, he was pleasantly stirred by his lover's warm naked body; they had returned to her home after their stint along the road for some quiet time together. Surprisingly, or perhaps not given their earlier bout of intense sexual activity leaning against the vehicle, they hadn't made love that night, simply hanging out behind the screen, chatting while watching a cheesy romantic comedy. When it had come time to get to bed, shortly past midnight, neither Dana nor Tom had jumped one another, though they had slept naked with the expectation of morning.
Now, Tom pulled the covers off his colleague, admiring her delicious curves and toned physique - much more tone than his, in fact. She rested on her side, one arm covering her breasts, her legs tight hiding her sex. She shivered from the sudden chill; instinctively, he pulled the covers back onto her frame and let her indulge in the late morning. Late. It was barely seven AM. Tom shrugged his early riser routine and closed his eyes, intent on enjoying this marvelous intimacy a moment more. He fell asleep.
"...Tom..."
The whisper of a woman's voice in his ear was all too familiar, a reminder of an erotic dream that had assaulted his brain two nights ago. Except the voice was real, belonging to Dana. Her lips on his cheek were equally real.
"...I want you, Tom..." his ears heard the mumbled words.
He forced his eyes open, meeting Dana's gorgeous face as she leaned in to kiss him, unmindful of whatever morning breath might be present. He returned the favor with tongue as a bonus, feeling Dana's hand reaching for his penis, to stroke it, intent on getting him hard. As a response, he moved his own hand between her legs, to stimulate her sex in kind; he could feel how wet she already was, but that didn't detract him from using his fingers to further his agenda. All the while, their tongues played with one another; eyes closed, they reveled in the intimacy.
Eventually, sensing he was hard enough, she pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him, her opening resting atop his shaft; staring at him, guiding it with one hand, she lowered onto his erection and allowed the feeling of penetration to flood her facial expression, giving Tom quite a scene in the process.
"Tom... mmm..." she mumbled as she leaned down, resting her breasts against his chest.
She initiated the movement, sliding up and down, shifting sideways on top of him as she played with his cock inside her body. Tom's hands reached down to her buttocks, squeezing them hard, even as his own posterior and hips began to thrust upward.
"Uggh... yes... Tom... mmmm..."
Without pushing himself too quickly, Tom fucked his mentor and lover with the energy of an absent-minded man, barely waking up from his slumber. Dana helped herself in the process by pushing back on him even as he came back down, timing her sway as best as she could. They continued this way for a while, with Dana's eyes glazing over a few times, almost peaking but not quite reaching it. At some point, Tom slowed down, eager to get into a different position.
Dana had a different idea than him; she pulled herself up but signaled him to remain on his back. She twirled around and moved her vagina over his face, lowering herself so he could eat her up; meanwhile, she lowered her own mouth onto his shaft. This was new - an oral position neither had ever assumed together. Dana's warm mouth around his cock thrilled Tom as much as any time she had blown him; Tom pressed his lips and tongue into Dana's pussy and welcomed it with desire. He had grown in experience in that domain too thanks to the 'sex gang' activities, though his current thoughts were strictly on Dana that morning.
Though Dana's mouth was busy, he could hear her moan through the gagging; the vibrations of her throat stimulated him even further. Insistent on her pleasure, Dana pressed herself harder against Tom's face and he increased his pace; she slowed her ministrations on him so he could focus more on her, and he did.
"Tom... keep going... just like that..." she pulled her mouth away long enough to direct him.
He did his best to carry out the request, forcing himself to repeat the same motions with his tongue as it lapped up and down her lips, gently prodding her insides.
Suddenly, a shiver ran along Dana's entire body as her clitoris got stimulated just right; the climax, amazing and delicious, paralyzed her for a short moment, long enough for her to lose focus on Tom's erection. This time, Tom was aware of his success and it filled him with pride; he had, so far as he knew, failed to provide a proper oral orgasm to any woman he had been with. Circumstances certainly helped.
Satisfied, shaking from the pleasure, Dana buried her mouth on Tom's shaft and started working him hard and fast, her hands helping along the way. Tom understood her intent and he let carry it, taking time to breathe in from his own efforts.
"Ugh... Dana... I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."
He didn't say it - it merely happened, and she allowed him to fill up her mouth with his morning offering, wrapping her lips tights on his manhood so no liquid could escape.
"Uggh... yes... fuck!" he grunted.
The pleasure broke through Tom's last moments of sleepiness, carried over from waking not so long ago. He appreciated ever moment of the sensation, so much that his mouth soon returned to Dana's sex, to continue pleasing her. She didn't need it, so she pulled herself off, turning sideways so he could see her face. She was grinning. A moment later, she parted her lips and exposed the white liquid in her mouth, in a manner very reminiscent of pornography - again, something new and unexpected. Tom, mesmerized, watched her close her lips and swallow it all in one gulp.
When she then moved to kiss him, he had no reluctance despite what she might taste like. The eroticism of that move alone, its playfulness, was another example of what they had talked about the previous night.
She pulled away, smiling at him with loving eyes.
"Wow..." she said. "You were something."
"You... I... yeah."
She moved to lie down against his chest, and both took a moment to recover from the activity. Eventually, she spoke again.
"I meant it, you know."
"I know," he replied. "I'm just not sure what to do about it yet."
"We don't have to plan anything," she merely stated. "We can play it by ear."
She paused, then snickered.
"For example, next time we get invited to do a swapping, we can at least consider it - or talk about it first."
"For example," he repeated, a grin on his lips.
They laid in bed for another hour, cuddling and caressing each other's exposed skin, whispering sweet words to one another as they relaxed on this glorious Sunday morning. Eventually, when hunger hit Tom, he moved to rise and Dana followed. Neither bothered to get dressed, though they did drop by the bathroom for a quick wash in the sink.
They ate croissants and drank orange juice; Dana brewed a new pot of coffee.
"Did I mention how amazing it is to have you here?" she asked Tom.
"Several times, but it would be equally amazing if you were at my place."
As they walked around the home naked, turning on the television as background, Tom stared constantly at his lover's perfect frame. One could hardly tell Dana from her age, and it had nothing do with the makeup. He inquired about her training routine. She was candid about it.
"I train six times a week, except on weekends now," she told him with a wry smile. "I do a lot of cardio, jogging, yoga, a little martial arts."
"Self-defense?"
"Yeah. Keeps me in shape."
"You look incredible!"
She blushed, unable to hide it behind her nudity.
"Would you like to train with me?" she asked him directly.
That hadn't been the intention, but Tom could clearly see the benefit on her. Tom was reminded that Rebecca, Myriam and their friends all looked superb too, but they were in their twenties and age hadn't kicked in. For Dana to maintain such a figure was a true accomplishment of which she could be proud. It spoke highly of her determined character, a trait Tom admired.
