Morning wood

Of course, Dave didn't have to make Charlene do anything in the morning. She awoke hung over, horrified, knowing she had to escape. But on a much deeper level, she knew she needed to do what Candy would do.

And there was no question in her mind what Candy would do if she woke up in the morning beside her beloved boss. She stared adoringly at his sleeping face, then looked down and caught her breath. Mr. Dave was asleep, but his cock was most definitely awake.

Charlene quietly got to her hands and knees and backed up to cock level. She shuddered inside, uncomfortably aware of where it had been the night before, but Candy would never let that stop her, and so neither would Charlene.

An involuntary gag and tremor delayed her in her duty for just a moment, but she gave into the inevitable and took the turgid member into her mouth. Dave moaned happily in his sleep. Charlene moaned in her best impersonation of Candy and began to gently fellate her sleeping tormentor.

"I am sucking the dick that fucked me up the ass last night," she thought to herself. "I am tasting my own ass right now. Could anything possibly be more humiliating than this?"

She burned with such arousal she thought she might spontaneously combust at any moment. She wanted to strike her pussy while she sucked Dave off, to find some relief from the waves of horniness that racked her body. But would Candy do that? Or would she want to focus on Mr. Dave's cock and forgo her own needs for the sake of giving the best blowjob she could?

Charlene knew the answer and so continued to involve both hands, both tits and her mouth to the service of the cock that Candy loved and Charlene was enslaved too, weeping from her eyes and pussy in sexual frustration. Candy might cry for joy, Charlene told herself. So she was still doing what Candy would do.

"Good morning lil' bimbo!" Dave said. "Here comes breakfast!"

Charlene did her best Candy squeal without releasing Dave's cock from her mouth. Hot jizm spattered the back of her throat and she swallowed eagerly, since Candy no doubt would, the stupid bimbo. Charlene was no longer sure if it was Dave making her do these things offer Candy. She was no longer sure of anything but her own humiliation and unfulfilled need to come.

At last, Dave's hand was along side her face and lifting her gently off his spent cock.

"You're just a horny hot mess, aren't you Candy?" He observed.

"I'm a horny hot mess," she agreed.

"Do you need to get off this morning?" he asked.

"YES! OH FUCK YES!" Charlene screamed in her mind.

"Only if you want me to'" Candy said submissively.

"Maybe after a backrub," Dave said, rolling over.

Charlene spiraled down a black pit of dispair and cheerfully shouted "Great!"

She straddled Dave's waist and began to massage his back and shoulders. Her twat pressed against his warm flesh as she did so, pushing her nearer and nearer to the edge but never over.

Dave moaned appreciatively. Candy giggled gently. Charlene dribbled into humiliated puddles of goo inside her head.

After several eternities, Dave told her to hop off.

"You can masturbate now if you'd like, Candy. But it'll have to be quick. We have a big meeting at work today."

"Thank you, Mr. Dave!" Charlene exclaimed in Candy's voice. "I'll be quick!"

Her fingers flew to her crotch. At last Candy and Charlene were in agreement. She needed to get off now!

She stared adoringly at Dave, since what else would Candy masturbate to? And Dave grinned at her with immense satisfaction, which would have elated Candy but just added to Charlene's humiliation.

"Don't look at me, " he told her. "Look in the mirror. It's quite a sight."

And there in the mirror was the blonde idiot she had become, smeared with body fluids and the wreck of yesterday's makeup, desperately frigging herself with both hands. She was humiliated. And she was coming. She was coming so fucking hard!