Back to the grind.

Arthur woke up the next morning to a sensation he hadn’t ever woken up to before. A pair of lips were wrapped around his cock. The last night came back to him in a rush. They had spent the night fucking like rabbits, eventually ending up on Kira’s Champion’s Rest sized mattress. Mata lay next to him, her head nestled against Arthur’s neck and one small arm draped over his chest. A line of drool trailed down one cheek. The sensation intensified. Arthur looked down to see Kira’s head bouncing vigorously, her mouth making lewd slurping noises.

He was surprised that he had anything left in his tank after spending the night with the two lovely girls, but apparently his stamina had been improved with every other aspect of his body. Arthur felt his climax building up inside him, as Kira moved faster and faster. His hips bucked, and he painted the inside of her mouth as her hands pulled him towards her, forcing him as deep as he could go into her mouth. They found over the course of the last night that just the taste of his cum could trigger an orgasm. Now Kira shuddered at the taste, not letting a single drop escape from her mouth. She pulled off of him, taking in shaking, ragged breaths. She collapsed onto her side, face pressed into the side of his still hard shaft.

They lay in companionable silence for a few moments, when Kira’s alarm went off. “Shit. I don’t have any of my stuff. I guess I’m either going to have to stop by my apartment or I’m stuck wearing yesterday’s clothes.” Kira groaned and hit the alarm clock. “We should just call out. They can live without us for one day.” She rolled onto her back, showing off her nakedness. Her legs had gotten tangled in the blanket, turning her luxuriating somewhat less graceful. “Lazy. Should I call the temp office?” He grinned down at her temptress act. She feigned innocence, while he extracted himself out from under Mata.

They got ready for the day. As fun as the night before was, the concerns of the real world waited. Arthur told her to go in with out him and made a detour to his apartment to change, but found that the clothes he had been wearing yesterday were the only ones that still fit. Everything he had was at least two sizes too small. He gave up with a grunt of disgust and put his clothes on from yesterday. That’s a whole new wardrobe to buy he thought sullenly, while the ring remained silent.

He made it to work with time to spare, to find someone waiting in his office.