Wake up and take care of business

You wake with a start, jolted out of another dream of lust and degradation. With a soft moan you reach between your thighs, feeling your pussy drenched and sodden. You roll over to look for your husband and have him take care of your needs before remembering that he's out of town on business for a few days. With a whimper, you scrabble the drawer of your night table open and find a vibrator, flicking it on and plunging it into yourself without a moment's hesitation.

"Fuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhk!" you groan, starting to come almost instantly. As seems always the case these days, one orgasm is never enough, and you keep going, fucking yourself with the dildo as your other hand squeezes your ripe breasts and toys with your piercings. Your mind wanders back to the days of your youth, when it seemed like everything you did led to fucking and submission and degradation. And orgasms beyond belief, you remember, as another spasm seizes you. You arch your body, fucking yourself deep and hard as you tug on your nipple, biting your lip as you whine with bliss.

It takes ten minutes and several more orgasms before you can take the vibe out of your greedy cunt and roll out of bed. You stagger to the bathroom and pour yourself into the shower, thinking about the day ahead of you.