Morning after

The morning light was just beginning to cut through the grime of my kitchen window, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. I sat at my small table, nursing a cup of black coffee, the bitter liquid a welcome contrast to the lingering sweetness of the night before. On the table across from me sat another full cup, steam curling into the cool morning air, completely untouched.

Beneath the table, a warm, wet mouth was doing its best to distract me. Claire, it seemed, was an early riser. She wasn't trying to get me off, not yet. This was something else. A playful, exploratory worship. Her tongue traced the vein on the underside of my cock, her lips planting soft, wet kisses along my length. Every time I twitched or let out a low grunt, she'd reward me with a happy, muffled purr that vibrated right through me.

"Sleep well?" I managed, my voice a little rougher than I intended.

She pulled back just enough to speak, her voice a husky, contented murmur. "Mmm, best sleep of my life," she said, before taking me into her mouth again, her tongue swirling around the head. "Though I think I might have been a bit... loud."

"A bit?" I chuckled, taking a sip of my coffee. "My neighbors probably think I'm torturing a very happy cat."

She giggled, the sound muffled and wet. "They're just jealous," she said, before returning to her task, her mouth working me with a newfound confidence and intimacy that only a night of shared, exhaustive pleasure could bring.

"You know," I said, setting my cup down, my breath hitching as she took me deeper. "This isn't just a temporary fix. The conditioning... it's permanent. Your rectum is a sex organ now, Claire. Fully functional. No preparations, no mess. Just straight-up pleasure for you and your husband to explore."

She pulled back, her hand stroking me slowly as she looked up at me from under the table. "You're a magician, in more ways than one," she breathed, her eyes shining with gratitude. "I don't know how I could ever repay you for such an incredible gift."

My gaze drifted to the untouched cup of coffee. "Well," I said, a playful smirk on my face. "For starters, you could drink what I prepared for you."

"Oh, I will," she promised, her eyes dancing with mischief. "But I'm not done with my breakfast yet."

With that, she redoubled her efforts, her mouth working me with a renewed, desperate hunger. It was too much. The combination of her skill, her enthusiasm, and the sheer, unadulterated naughtiness of the situation sent me over the edge. With a strangled groan, I came, my body shaking as I spilled myself into her waiting mouth.

She stayed there for a moment, milking me for every last drop, before emerging from under the table. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a supremely satisfied, cat-like grin on her face.

"Delicious," she purred, before finally picking up her own cup of coffee and taking a long, slow sip.

I just shook my head, a slow smile spreading across my face. This was definitely worth it.