A refreshing morning before work

You wake up the next morning to the pleasurable feeling of your cock being tenderly sucked. You don't know how the rich and powerful wake up each morning, but you can't imagine it being much better than this. You want to express your thanks to Carrie, so knowing that Carrie will appreciate the roughness, you slip your right hand underneath your covers to grasp a fistful of her chestnut brown hair and shove her down your dick. After several seconds, you ease up and toss off the covers, giving you the everlasting image of Carrie slobbering over your cock while masturbating like a bitch in heat.

You smile contentedly and relax, getting comfortable while enjoying the waves of pleasure emanating from your nether regions. You would be fine basking in the luxury all day, but Carrie is far too talented with your dick in her mouth for you to last long, so before you know it you are shooting ropes deep down her throat.

Carrie doesn't stop immediately after you cum, however. She savors every second with your cock, diligently cleaning up all of the saliva and precum still remaining on your dick. As she is doing so, you notice that her hand hasn't stopped teasing her clit, and soon she's shuddering with an orgasm of her own.

Carrie then slinks up your body, resting her head in the crook of your shoulder, which is what you've learned to be her favorite position for cuddling. You wrap your arm around her and hold her close; these are the mornings that you never want to forget.

"You know, I could get used to this," you say, reminiscing about yesterday morning when Carrie's best friend Natalie blew you to wake up. "Blowjobs are much better than your typical alarm clock."

"Ooh, not a bad idea," Carrie replies. "And you can have a different girl wake you up each day of the week. Though, if I had the first selection of days, I'm not sure I would choose Mondays."

"You're right. Much better to choose Fridays. It'll be a nice pick-me-up for you before cruising into the weekend. But since we don't have six other girls regularly sleeping over, I think you'll have to suffer and take on additional shifts."

"Yum. I think I'll manage to excel under the increased workload." Carrie takes a pause and glances over at your nightstand then taps your chest twice. "Come on, you need to get out of bed. We wouldn't want to you to be late for your meeting with that hottie Beth."

"Again, you've never seen her. And I'm not sure we should bite off more than we can chew."

"You forget that I have a large mouth. I need it to stuff your fat cock down my throat."

"Down girl. I'll really be late if I stop to fuck you like the slut you are." Carrie pouts in response, and you decide to suggest an alternative to her. "Listen, if you can't wait for me this evening when I get home from work, just jill yourself in your office while thinking about a potential foursome between you, me, Natalie and Helen.

"Pfft. Like my fantasies consist of only two other girls. Trust me, when I'm masturbating, you're having a reverse gangbang with at least six other women."

"Good to know," you say, disengaging from Carrie and heading to your bathroom to take a shower. "In that case, I'll have get a new bed soon, because a queen bed probably feels real inadequate past three people." The last words you hear before closing the bathroom door behind are muffled words from Carrie, which sounds suspiciously like 'That's already being taken care of,' but you can't be sure.

The rest of your morning routine goes as it typically does, and in no time you're dressed in your standard work clothes and heading out. Carrie lounges around in your bed for most of time, citing that since you now know that she is the boss, she doesn't have to fake going into work early in the morning. Carrie does stop you before you leave, however, to give you a good bye kiss.

"Good luck with Beth. Don't take this the wrong way, but I sincerely hope that Ted has been embezzling nonstop since he started working at Simmons."

You can't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation, that you want the company that work for to be taken advantage of, but if it gets Helen into your clutches, it's well worth it.

You head out your front door, and almost immediately you run into your neighbor Chelsea heading off to work herself. Your eyes seek out her face, and her instantaneous blush confirms your suspicions that your exposure to her last night is fresh in her mind. Not knowing exactly what to say, you fall into lockstep with her while the two of you emanate an uncomfortable silence.

You're out through the front door and almost to your respective cars before the awkwardness of the situation overwhelms you and you blurt out a stammered apology, "Sorry about last night. Carrie and I both have a bit of an exhibitionist streak and you unfortunately got caught up in it."

This seems to break the ice a little bit, and Chelsea gives you a small smile before speaking up, saying, "It's fine. I happen to be in close proximity with scantily clad men every day."

You chuckle, and respond, "I suppose that's a side effect of being a masseuse. Have a good day at work, and I hope that I didn't scar you for life."

"You hardly scarred me," Chelsea reaches her car, but pauses before she opens the door. She ponders for a moment, then continues, saying, "Though while I'm not surprised Carrie is an exhibitionist, I didn't take you to be so kinky. I never would have expected that my quiet and shy data analyst neighbor would turn out to be such a sexual dynamo." Chelsea flashes you a dazzling smile, and by the time your mouth starts working again she's in her car and long gone. You shrug your shoulders, and get in your own car. It was time to find out whatever the hell Ted was up to.

A/N: A shorter chapter this time, but I figured it was fine since I didn't make you all wait a month this time