Good Morning

The next morning, I wake up to find myself alone in Anastasia's bed. Fearing the worst, I check my phone. The good news is I still have plenty of time to get ready for work, but the bad news is that Megan spent last night wondering where the hell I was. I send her a text telling her that I got wasted and spent the night at a friend's place, rather than spending it balls deep in a stripper's pussy.

Once done, I sought out the shower, finding Anastasia soaping up her silicon beauties. She smiled at me as I approached, my cock growing hard on the way. As soon as I joined her, she said "Morning Papi."

"Good morning."

We shared a kiss before I spun her around. One of my hands groped her breast, as the other snaked down to her slit and began playing with her.

"Ohh Papi..." She cried. "Do you want me?"

"Of course I do."

"Then fuck me Papi. Fuck me like you did last night."

She bent over so I moved my hand from her slit to my cock. With haste, I pressed inside of her craving cunt, to which she let out a moan. I knew I didn't have too long if I didn't want to be late for work, but Anastasia was worth it. Her passionate cries, her perfect breasts, and her tight pussy were all I could think about last night, and probably for the rest of the day.

"Oh Papi..." She cried.

"You want Papi to come over again?" I asked.

"Yes Papi."

"You gonna charge Papi?"

"No... You can fuck me whenever you want!"

"Good fucking girl."

I start giving it to her good. She deserved it, considering she was giving me every inch of her money-making body to me for free. Plus, I had to finish up soon, otherwise, I might risk getting fired. Not that Anastasia seemed to mind. Like last night, she was screaming my praise as I plowed her pussy and molested her body. Her cries were so loud I thought she might wake her neighbors, but then again, I didn't care. They'd have to get used to it if I have anything to do with it. Soon I had her shuddering in my arms in orgasmic bliss. Feeling my own climax approaching, I pumped Anastasia a few more times before pumping her pussy full of my cum once more.

As I slid out of her well-used cunt, I said "What do you say?"

"Thank you Papi." She replied, wearing an ear to ear smile.

"Good girl. Now get out of here. I can't your smell on my cock when I get back home."

"Yes Papi."

She walked off so I washed myself off and then got dressed. At the office, I did my best to remain cool and look busy. Fuck this job sucks. I couldn't help but envy that pin-dicked idiot who owned the strip club. He was probably racking in stacks of cash as he spent his spare time fucking stripper sluts like Anastasia. Still, I had my own slut to attend to after work, and I had a lot of explaining to do.