The Morning After

John got home late at night, he wasn’t sure at what time. But he slept in until 3pm the next day. The bartender said he would get tired, but this was unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. And he was thirsty. After waking up, he must have drunk at least a gallon of water in the span of an hour. He almost thought it wasn’t worth it, then he remembered all the women he fucked the night before, he quickly dismissed that thought.

He invited Jenny over to hang out while he recovered and they watched ‘Stories from the Street’ segment of the news together. As he watched and listened to some not very interesting stories, an idea began to form in his mind. He turned to Jenny and asked “So, Jenny, where exactly do they find people to interview for this? Is it just random? Do people call in to make a request? Is there some kind of ‘tip’ line?” Jenny looked at him sideways and squinted, wondering where this line of thought was going. “That’s a great question. As far as I know, they just ask random people on the street until they have enough juicy stories. As you can tell, its not always super-duper stuff. But I can try to find out for sure. Why do you ask?” John just smiled, “Well, lets just say, it would be very, uhh, intriguing if there was some sort of tip line one could call to report a specific person, that’s all I’m saying.” Jenny again looked at John inquisitively, “And why, if I may ask, would that be intriguing?” John chuckled, “No reason.”

“Uh huh. Well, I don’t know what you’re planning, but I’m guessing it will be really hot.” Jenny pulled out her phone and began to do some research as the segment wrapped up. The reporter, who John previously thought was a bombshell, was even better looking than he remembered. Jet black hair, a slim-fit body to kill for and today she was wearing an around the neck blouse with a gap in the middle and no sides that just barely covered the areolas of her massive tits. An outfit that would only fit in in a nightclub in his old life. But here, it was perfectly normal, even for a well-known reporter.

After a few minutes, Jenny found the answer, there was indeed a tip line that people could call and give their own contact info or someone else’s who they thought might have a good story for the show. That’s perfect, John thought to himself. He asked Jenny for the number and stored it in his phone. Now, for the next phase of his plan, but for that, he again would need his trusted assistant.

“Jenny, you remember the charity work I wanted to do? Do you have someone else that needs a good fucking?” Jenny snapped her head up from her phone and stared at John, then a deep smile slowly crossed her face as it dawned on her what he had planned. “I have the perfect candidate. Not only is she in **** need of dick, she recently got a red bracelet and just finished panting her door. Which, as you know, she leaves unlocked…”

John couldn’t believe his luck, it was perfect. **** and red-bracelet to boot, it couldn’t be better. “And where might I find this needy fucktoy?” Jenny chuckled and put the address in his phone. “Oh, there is one thing I should probably mention,” she hesitated, then pressed on. “She’s a bit…small-chested. I know how you like your boobs, so I thought I should probably mention…” John cut her off, “That’s fine, I don’t need big boobs for a red, just a few good holes.” “Well, she just definitely has that covered.”

John let Jenny go a while later. He got something to eat and hydrated a bit more before deciding to head out in the direction of his next charity. He was mostly recovered now and was getting horny again. It wasn’t too far to his destination and it was a perfect night out, so he decided to walk. Of course, he went naked, which drew plenty of stares from passing women. A few tried to get his attention, one even ‘accidentally’ bumped into him and apologized profusely. Tall and fit with a fantastic ass, one you could bounce a quarter off of. John got her number for later. She even told him he could come by their volleyball practice at the local university. Well, that was certainly where her ass came from. John promised to do just that, but tonight, he had other business.

He finally arrived at the address Jenny gave him, a small cozy house at the end of a dead end street of a nice-looking neighborhood. The house looked well-maintained, the lawn perfect and row of flowers in front. John walked up to the door and noticed the red stripe which confirmed he was in the right place. He turned the knob slowly to stay as quiet as possible. He slipped in and gently closed the door behind him. The entrance was dark but he could humming coming from the next room. He headed in that direction as silently as possible.

John entered the kitchen and saw a skinny redhead with short curly hair. He could tell what Jenny meant by flat-chested, she couldn’t have been more than an A cup, maybe AA if she was lucky. She had on a loose t-shirt and panties while she cooked and hummed. John stood naked in her kitchen and stared, the girl still hadn’t noticed he was here.

John walked up to her quietly from behind and grabbed her ass with both hands. She let out a scream of surprise and whipped around in terror. Only when she saw that a naked man was grabbing her ass did she calm down. She looked John up and down “HOLY SHIT! I CAN’T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!” John didn’t say a thing, he just grabbed her by the head, brought her down to her knees and shoved his cock in her mouth. She eagerly started sucking his cock, whipping her tongue around and around while cradling his balls. She seemed like a pro.

After she got him nice and hard, John grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock in her mouth as far as he could. She took it all the way deep in her throat. John didn’t let up and kept face-fucking her. She was a red-bracelet after all, besides this would make for a great story. John eventually pulled out and dragged her over to her living room. He threw her down on the couch and ripped her panties off in one motion. He then proceeded to grab her ankles and position them above her head, putting her remaining fuck-holes in the perfect position. John told her to hold her ankles just like that and she readily complied. Her pussy was already soaking wet and ready for him. He wasn’t gentle, he just shoved his hard cock inside her pussy and went crazy, thrusting as deep and as hard as he could.

The redhead was squealing in delight at finally being fucked by a man and not just a plastic toy. John gave a few more thrusts in her pussy before switching to her ass. He treated her ass the same as her pussy and went balls deep. John was grunting in earnest now, giving it everything he had. He switched between pussy and ass and few more times before he felt himself get close. He was in her ass when he came, shooting rope after rope of cum inside her, white goo spilling out of her tight fuckhole as his orgasm subsided. He pulled out and left, not saying anything else to her. She looked exhausted but finally satiated. He wasn’t sure how many times she came, but judging by the screams, it had to have been a lot.

John’s walk back was uneventful. When he finally got back home, he called the tip line. The woman who answered the phone seemed tired and was a bit rude. Until he started speaking, then the woman gasped as she realized it was a man calling. Stands to reason that most people that call in are women, which makes sense given the demographics of the island. The woman on the phone instantly became much sweeter and took down John’s tip on who to interview. She asked for John’s name, but he said he would rather remain anonymous. “Normally, for legal reasons we need a name to go on the report, but seeing how this is a unique situation, I think I can let it slide just this once.” John thanked her and hung up. Normally John would want a bit more but was still a bit tired from the night before, and of course, there was always tomorrow.