Awoken by the need to pee...

You awake in darkness. Your bladder is telling you to get up and empty it. You look at the clock: A quarter after 2:00 am.
Jenna is fast asleep. You decide to go downstairs to pee. You don't want to wake Jenna, and you want to grab something from the fridge when you're done, anyway.
When you finish peeing, you wash your hands and open the door, and are surprised by someone waiting in the doorway.
{if KaylaEdge = 1
}"Hey there stud..." Kayla steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She's still wearing the incredibly tight, short dress from the club.
"H-hey,Kayla." You take a step back. "I'm glad you had a good time."
"Yeah, the only downside was I was sure I wouldn't get what I came over for in the first place..." she pounces like a jungle cat, wrapping arms around your neck and kissing you as you stumble back into the wall.
"Kayla..." you whisper as she kneels down to drag off your boxers, freeing your semi-hard cock. "I don't know..."
"You think too much, James. I can help with that." Your cock disappears in her mouth.
Maybe she's right....
You find yourself sitting on the toilet seat, as she expertly sucks your cock.
"You're... so good at that, Kayla."
"Thanks." she winks, then she stands up, hiking up the hem of the dress to reveal the lack of panties beneath. She straddles you, facing away, and lowers herself on your cock.
"Oooooohh..... that's what I've been waiting for..." she rides your dick with a frenzied pace, and you concetrate on making as little noise as possible.
"Mm...Mm... so...hot..." you grab her tits from behind, and she arches her back as she bucks and grinds.
"So...thick...James... Jenna's.... a.... lucky.... girl..." she's giving little whimpers with each bounce, until you grunt in alarm.
"I'm going to cum..."
Kayla leaps off, and drops to her knees. "In my mouth, James. I want to taste it."
You grunt, stroking and standing as she opens her mouth wide, tongue lolling.
"Here it comes... Nrgggghh!!!!!" You spray a large, watery load into her mouth.
"Mmmmmm!!!!" she laughs as the cum fills her mouth like a miniature pool filled with milk. She swallows, and shows an empty mouth.
{else
}"Good evening, sir..." she steps smoothly into the bathroom, pushing the door shut behind her.
"Good evening, pet." You reach out to grab her by the back of the neck, pulling her in for an aggressive kiss. Her hands immediately go to your cock, pulling it free of your boxers and stroking.
"I was worried, sir. That I wouldn't get the punishment I was promised..."
"Well, I don't have time to properly instruct you right now, so It'll have to be..." you grip her hair, forcing her to her knees as you pull up her dress. You hold her head over the toilet, still open, but the water's clean now.
"Have you ever had... the Gitmo treatment, Kayla?" You rub your cock against her entrance.
".... no, sir..."
"It's very simple... I'm going to fuck you, and whenever I feel like it..." you suddenly push forward, submerging her face in the toilet water. At the same time, you spear inside her wet cunt.
You pump for 20 seconds or so, before pulling a spluttering Kayla up out of the water. She coughs and wails.
"Quiet...!" you clap a hand over her mouth and grip her throat. "You don't want to wake the house, Kayla." She shakes her head. "If you feel like you're in trouble, you can pinch my leg. Shall I continue, inmate?"
"Yes...sir..."
You pound that pussy, periodically submerging and surfacing her face. The waterboarding has an amazing effect on the tightness of her cunt, and you swear the little bitch is getting wetter from the ****.
After about 5 minutes, you're ready to cum. You pull Kayla up, planting her on the seat.
"Time for your reward for not breaking under pressure, my pet." She hadn't pinched his leg, not once.
She opens wide, still coughing and looking like a drowned mouse.
"Nnnnnnrgh.....!!!" You shoot a veritable puddle of cum into her waiting mouth.
"Mmmmm..." she smiles, swallowing the load when you're finished. {endif

}

{if KaylaSub = 1
}"Wow... I've never... no one's ever used me like that before, James." She looks up at you. "It made me feel like such a dirty slut. I love your fucked up mind."
"I'm glad." You hand her a towel. "I have to get back to bed now. Are you alright?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. You're crazy..." she laughs. "The kind of crazy I need in my life."{else
}"Yummy." She stands up, kissing you on the cheek. "Thanks, boss. This has been a lovely day."
"Kayla... we can't do this again. This has to be a one-time thing."
Kayla frowns. "Why?"
"Because I love my wife, Kayla."
Kayla gives a little chuckle. "Yeah, I know. What does that have to do with anything? I don't want to be your wife." She runs fingers through your hair. "Sex isn't love, James. After 20 years, do you really think your wife has never... ever?"
"I've never had any reason to suspect so."
"Well, if you saw her tonight, you'd have reason. There were guys all over her. She didn't seem to mind."
You feel sick at the implication. Sure, guys had come on to Jenna at the club before, you had seen it happen. But it never went beyond dancing.... didn't it?
"Well maybe she's Mother Teresa. I don't know. All I know is these bodies of ours have needs, and evolution doesn't mesh with monogamy. Keep your white picket fence. This pussy is open for business if you feel like a tumble. No pressure." She turns to go, leaving you with head spinning.
{endif
}You wash your hands and cock, and head back upstairs to sleep{if KaylaEdge = 1}, feeling less satisfied than you were hoping.{else}.{endif
}

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