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From: Beltorion@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} Mousehunt/Dragonslayer (M/F, seduction, romantic)
Date: Mon, 15 Oct 2001 12:10:03 -0400
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Mousehunt/Dragonslayer (M/F, seduction, romantic)

   (Comments welcome, beltorion@aol.com )

   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 acertain 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 embarassed
questions; She'd have fuzzy memories, and wonder what she had done or said.
She'd be too embarassed 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 afterwords 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 kichen 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 rightside-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 til I got to the treeline, 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 treetrunk 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 accomidatingly 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 til we were head to head again.  My lips pressed against hers, and
we kissed hard, she'd gasp for breath when we'd seperate 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.  Er.  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 fishtank 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 omlettes later on, and
bringing them to her.  It was a hard day's knight!)

   The End

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