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John had been teasing my pussy for the last five minutes, before laying back down on the bed and closing his eyes. I still had his cock in my mouth and made no effort to stop myself from continuing to suck and pleasure him. His teasing touch had awakened something in me that I didn't quite understand, as though Katie was taking control. She was nothing but a figment of my imagination, yet now she was desperate to make her lover cum.
My moans grew louder, as I bobbed my head faster and faster. One hand aided in pumping John's cock, while the other drifted down towards my aching wetness. I was fingering myself, hoping to continue where John had left me. But as I pushed deep inside of myself, Katie could only think of the cock in her mouth and how good it would feel to ride it. That urge grew more and more, until I knew deep down that my fingers would never be enough. I needed to ride him.
But sadly, it was too late. John had lasted about ten minutes up until this point and the sudden twitch in my mouth was all the warning I got before a warm liquid began to spray inside my mouth. The shock of it quickly subsided, as I began to taste exactly what Katie craved. There was too much for my mouth. I had no choice but to pull away from his cock and allow the final spurts of cum to spray my face and chest.
John smiled at me. "Best morning blowjob I've ever had."
It was gratifying to know my efforts were not in vain. I had impressed John with my eagerness, which meant I was that much closer to going back to normal. I smiled back at him, ignoring the continuing ache between my legs. All I could think to distract myself with was the remaining spurts of cum on my chest. John was ready to fetch me a towel to clean up, but Katie didn't want to waste a drop.
"Now that's a good breakfast for a slut like you." John smirked, slipping his boxers back on. "But I think I'll whip us up some bacon and eggs."
I was left in his bed, licking my fingers of cum. Even with him out of the room, I couldn't bring myself to finish my little performance as Katie. She was more than just a role, she was who I had become, who I was for the time being. I am Katie, John's eager slut. I was now content that I had gotten every last drop, yet there was still an ache that I needed to soothe.
Slipping under the covers, I move my hands to tease my body once more. One hand cups my breast, while the other delves beneath the covers. I moan softly as my mind drifts back to images of John's cock. The taste was still in my mouth and I begin to wonder what I taste like. My hands swap places, allowing me to continue pleasuring myself as I suck on my fingers. To my delight, I find the taste almost as intoxicating as John's cum.
The smell of bacon fills the apartment. I can picture John cooking in just his boxers. His toned body makes my body shiver with just a memory. If I'm a good girl, I could persuade him to join me in the bed after breakfast. A man like him would be ready for another round for a woman as sexy as myself. Would he fuck me? Would he tease me? It didn't matter. All I wanted was more of him, more of his magnificent cock.
Just as I reach my first female climax, the door creaks open. I am once again putting on a show for John as I shake uncontrollably with wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. And when I finally regain enough control to open my eyes, I see that he looks at me with nothing but lust. Our breakfast is left to go cold as he joins me in bed, kissing me. I can't hold back any longer.
"Fuck me." I moan into his ear.