Morning Coffee

I wake up to the feeling of his hand on my pussy. It’s gentle. Warm. Comfy. He cups me in his palm like he’s holding a pretty little seashell on the beach, and the light pressure against my body feels good. He must still be asleep because his hand slides down, dragging along my thigh. I’m sleepy myself, but the sun is shining so brightly I won’t be able to keep my eyes closed much longer. I grab his hand and put it back on my pussy. A request. Snuggling my back against his warm body, I can feel his rock hard dick against my ass cheeks. I sigh contentedly. He’s awake now. 

His hand closes around my chubby pussy lips and moves up and down ever so slightly. I begin to rock against his palm, making the tiniest motions with my hips. As I do so, my ass gently slides up and down along his dick. I can almost feel him pulsing. 

He has the most perfect dick I’ve ever seen or felt. And I’ve seen a lot. As a sex worker and general slut, I’ve ridden, sucked, rated, and seen pictures of more dicks than I can count. I’m particular about them, and to be honest, I don’t usually find them attractive. But his dick makes me feral. There’s something about it that I crave, need, beg for—I will get wet just from the thought of him inside me. It’s the most perfect shape: thick, long, and with the exact right amount of curve. It has the most perfect texture; smooth, silky, almost velvety skin, contrasted by the incredible rigidity of his erections. He gets so hard for me, sometimes just from looking at me, and when he’s hard I need him inside me. 

Like this morning. But right now his hand is blocking the entrance to my pussy, his palm is rubbing against my clit, and I think I’m going to have to wait to be filled up just a little bit longer. I like the waiting, I like the anticipation, I like the way he makes me drip before he’ll give me anything else. He dips his middle finger into my pussy and swipes the sticky juice up to my clit, rubbing me with a light, direct, circular motion that sends an electrical shock all the way down to my toes. I gasp, buck against his wet finger, moan, whimper, and roll onto my back as he increases the speed. I’m breathing hard now, gasping out little moans, when he whispers, “Cum,” in my ear. I cum in a squeaky, shuddering crescendo. Still gasping, I writhe in his arms, throwing one leg over his body, opening myself up to him. 

“Please,” I say in a breathy little voice. “Please.” 

“Please, what?” he whispers back. His husky morning voice, dripping with sex, causes me to arch my back, placing my hole right at the tip of his dick. 

“Please fuck me, daddy,” I beg. 

He answers by pressing into me in a single, smooth, gentle thrust, and I let out a long high-pitched breath at the sensation. 

The moment of entry takes me by surprise every single time. I always feel like his dick is simply too big, too thick, too long to fit all the way inside of me. Sometimes it kind of is, and we have to go slowly, giving my pussy time to relax as he stretches me out in stages. But today my body opens up to him immediately and I am temporarily overwhelmed by the sudden feeling of being very, very full. 

I need to cum on him almost immediately. I grind against him, rocking his dick inside me as he matches my rhythm with slow, deep strokes. It feels so fucking good. 

“Daddy…daddy, daddy,” I moan each word with increasing urgency, and he knows exactly what it means.

“Cum, babygirl.” 

I cum, gripping the sheets beside me and wrapping my right leg around his hip while he holds me tighter against him. I finish cumming, gasping and moaning and shaking, and he starts to fuck me so hard. I can hear the squishy sound of my wet pussy getting pounded by him, and it turns me on all over again. 

“I - love it - when - you - fuck me,” I say in between gasps. 

“I love fucking you,” he growls into my ear. 

God, it feels so good. When he fucks me, nothing else matters; my entire being is completely consumed by the pleasure of feeling him so close to me. He grips me tightly in his arms, pressing me against him even as he forcefully fucks me from behind. I’m going to cum again. I ask, because I’m a good girl, and he says yes because I’ve earned it. I cum so hard I squeeze him out of my pussy as I squirt all over the bedsheets. 

“Yes, babygirl,” he praises me, rubbing my pussy and giving it little slaps as I writhe in his arms. “Such a good girl.” 

I’ve barely caught my breath from the last orgasm before he turns me around and pulls me on top of him. Straddling him, I slide back onto his dick, all wet and sticky from me, and he wraps his arms around my body. I love how close we feel. 

“Bounce on it, babygirl,” he coaxes me, squeezing the skin below my hip bones and guiding me up and down. I match his rhythm and start bouncing, wrapping both my arms around his neck. 

“Like this, daddy?” 

“Just like that, babygirl. Just like that.” 

Just like that, while he’s gripping my ass cheeks, just like that while he’s kissing me hard with his soft lips, just like that while my clit is grinding against his body as his dick is rubbing inside me. It’s becoming overwhelming. My moans turn to quick gasps, and I barely get the words out, 

“Daddy? Daddy, can I cum!” 

“Yes.” 

I cum, screaming now, sitting up on his dick until he’s balls deep, arching my back, clawing my fingers into his chest. When I finish, he grabs me around the back of my neck and pulls me down onto him again. He starts pounding me from underneath,  holding me tightly against his body with one hand and slapping my ass over and over again with the other. I know he’s getting close, I know the sounds he makes when he’s about to cum, I know the intensity. I hold onto him and say, “yes” over and over again because when he fucks me like this, every cell in my body turns into a yes. 

“Do you want daddy’s cum, babygirl?” 

“Yes daddy.”

The last few strokes are deeper and harder, and at the very last moment, I bounce right off his dick, slide down his body in one smooth motion, and slip him into my mouth. He groans as he cums down my throat, and I keep sucking him off as more of his sweet cum covers my tongue. I hold it in my mouth and suck the head of his dick, closing my lips so I don’t lose a drop. I love his cum so much. It’s a special treat I get for being such a good girl. 

After I’ve drained him, listening to his deep moans and shivering sighs, I turn to him and slightly open my mouth with a little giggle. He cups my chin, rubs my lower lip with his thumb, dips it inside my mouth and then lets me suck the cum off. 

“Do you want to swallow, babygirl?” 

I nod. He puts his hand around my throat and gently squeezes as I swallow against his palm. I stick out my tongue to show him, and I can’t help laughing from the pure joy I feel by our little ritual. 

“Good girl,” he praises me in his deep, silky voice. 

I climb back onto him in a straddle and lay my head against his shoulder. The sun coming through the blinds paints bright white lines against his dark chocolate skin, and I run one of my fingers up and down his muscular arm. I love us together in the morning. Like coffee and milk.