Musing in the morning

Frank poured a drink and carried it into the shower, letting the hot water and the alcohol relax him. It had been a long day of fucking, and he was half surprised that his cock hadn't been worn off from plunging into all the pussy.

Once dry he fell back into bed and slept dreamlessly until morning sunlight woke him. He made coffee and breakfast, carrying it up to his third floor sunroom and surveyed the street as he ate. Things seemed quiet, and he saw no signs of life as he watched and ate.

Maybe it was a good thing, he thought with a rueful smile. In the last week he'd fucked more cunt than most men half his age, and a day off might be just what he needed.

On the other hand, the challenge of acquiring, or reacquiring some of the nubile bitches on the street was very appealing. He could summon one of his growing harem, and order a command performance. He hadn't had a second taste of Cadey yet, and he knew from the texts she'd sent she was jonesing for cock. And her mother Karli would surely be up for another round of sodomy, he mused. Not to mention any of the rest of them. The effects of the drug seemed long lasting, and he wondered if they might even be permanent.

If he wanted something new though, he'd have to make some effort, judging from how quiet the street was. It didn't look like opportunity was going to come knocking this morning.