I awoke from perhaps the most pleasant and restorative sleep I'd had in the last several months. Typically speaking, I had a lot of trouble falling asleep while too close to another person, even Amber. I could get to the edge of slumber while cuddling with my women, but eventually I'd need to establish some space to move around and not overheat. For some reason, however, falling asleep while embracing Kayla had been effortless. Probably owing to the fact that we had traveled the highs and lows of an emotional rollercoaster together followed closely by passionate lovemaking, but I still found it uncharacteristic for me.
Not that I was complaining, of course. Having the petal-soft skin of a gorgeous 19-year-old bombshell pressed against every inch of my naked body was perhaps the most divine way to wake up that I could imagine. Unfortunately, it was a little too divine, and I felt my phallus begin to harden against Kayla's jutting ass. I immediately felt guilty, not wanting to wake her up with my energetic penis pressing against her first thing in the morning, but Kayla proved that there was no reason to be concerned when she took a deep breath and reached up to the windowsill above the bed.
"I was waiting for you to wake up to have my first cigarette of the day," she murmured softly.
I watched as she retrieved her pack of Camel Menthol cigarettes from the windowsill with her lighter. She shook out a cork-filtered cigarette and replaced the pack, placing the cigarette between the thick lips that jutted out from her face in profile. She turned her head a little more, so I had a better view and flicked her lighter to life, bringing the flame to dance at the tip of her cigarette. A soft singe could be heard as the flame made contact, and Kayla's cheeks collapsed in response.
I knew she had been working on her snap inhales after being informed of their effect on me from Sienna, and I was delighted to see her work paying off as a ball of smoke snuck out from between her lips for a brief moment before being reclaimed by her nicotine starved lungs. Being the first cigarette in many hours, I bore witness to her need as she took a successive drag and let her lungs empty through her nose and then refill with a ravenous double pump.
Finally, she removed the cigarette from her lips, snapped another ball of smoke down her throat and let the chemicals bathing her lungs do their job. She held the smoke inside of her for at least 4 full seconds before unleashing a lazy stream of smoke from her pursed lips. She was no doubt teasing me, but this was also clearly a display of need, and I enjoyed getting to see her satisfy a much-needed nicotine fix. In fact, I more than enjoyed it as I noticed my member growing steadily and pressing against the soft flesh of Kayla's supple ass.
"I want your cock," she breathed through another lungful of smoke.
Kayla declared her needs simply, which made her next move predictable and appreciated. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my hardening member, lifting her hips and leg so that it pressed against her pussy lips. I barely pressed forward, and my cock head parted her labia and welcomed me into their canal.
"Ahhhh," Kayla moaned, smoke cascading from her mouth sexily.
I couldn't help myself, and despite neither of us having brushed our teeth I kissed her smokey mouth by wrapping my left hand under her throat and tilting her chin up. I was treated to her smokey breath and ash flavored tongue, and it energized the thrusts of my prick into her cunt. I continued stabbing myself into her as she brought her cigarette back up to her lips and took another drag, a tight ball snap inhale following despite my continued conquest of her womanhood.
"These are your dirty lips now, all yours," she panted, allowing smoke to cascade from her mouth as she spoke.
I claimed them with another passionate kiss, unable to resist a sight that I could only describe as 'delicious.'
"This is your pussy, yours baby, fill it up and make it yours forever," she panted in my arms.
It was perhaps a little premature by my standards, but I had woken up on the right side of the bed this morning and sped my way directly to the finish line. In response, I let the orgasm come unabated, planting myself deeply inside of Kayla's pussy and coating it with a fresh application of my virile seed.
"Yes, fill it, fill it baby," she panted.
I grunted as the final few spasms ripped through me and Kayla's tight teenage cunt milked me to completion.
I took a deep breath and blinked hard, trying to get my bearings, and enjoying the sight of Kayla finishing her cigarette with a triple pump before stubbing it out on the plate she'd been using as an ashtray. A deep sigh emptied her lungs again in a very visually pleasing manner and then she turned and draped her naked body over mine.
"I could wake up like that every day until I die, and I'd never get sick of it," I admitted.
"Even when you're like, 80?" Kayla joked.
I laughed and thought about how much I enjoyed Kayla's goofy personality that was so different from either of my other two beauties. Each of them was unique, special, and perfect in their own way and it was really hard imagining my life without any of them. Which, to be honest, was a bit of scary thought.
"What's your plan for the day?" I asked.
"Serve you," she said without even a moment of hesitation.
Despite not being a joke, I laughed even harder at that comment than the previous one. She propped herself up on her elbow and looked at me with an expression I'd call 'loving.'
"I'm serious," she insisted.
I took a deep breath and looked at her bright green eyes sparkling back at me.
"I know," I said, brushing my hand on her cheek to which she responded by leaning into my touch.
"Have you always been into this, 'serving' thing?" I asked honestly.
Kayla pressed her lips together in a luscious display while she considered my question.
"I've always been a sub if that's what you're asking. You should see my Pornhub history," she said through a grin.
Again, I couldn't help but bust up laughing.
"Still serious," she added, which just sent me into another laughing fit.
"So, you fantasize about serving a dominant partner? Being 'property' and that kind of thing?" I asked, wanting to hold my laughter at bay long enough to actually understand what kind of wonderful I had just fallen into.
"Kinda, but not like mean dominant. I don't want to be slapped or fake-raped or something. I like the loving kind of sub relationship, where I serve my partner and he takes care of me and treats me like a princess and is super possessive of me and stuff," she continued.
I nodded in understanding, already liking the sound of this arrangement.
"That's good, I've never really had any interest in the other kind of relationship. I get that it's super common, but the idea of slapping or forcing myself onto someone turns me off," I admitted.
"No problem with me, I don't want that anyways," Kayla said.
I nodded, becoming more and more grateful for my perpetual luckiness in finding women with compatible kinks.
"So, how do you want to serve me?" I asked.
This time it was Kayla who laughed, shaking her head.
"That is not how it works baby; I want to serve you by doing what you want me to do. If I choose, then it wouldn't be serving it would be me just doing what I want," she explained.
I chuckled at my stupidity.
"Right, yeah I guess I'm still getting my head around this whole thing," I admitted.
"How do you want me to serve you? What do you want from me? What will make you happy? What will turn you on?" she followed, her voice becoming sultrier with each question.
