The Morning Routine

Your alarm wakes you up at 7:00 AM on the dot. You roll out of bed to begin the weekend morning routine your mistress outlined for you. Taking a 5 minute shower, you made sure to clean yourself properly. You then shaved yourself clean both on your face and on your crotch, as slaves such as yourself weren’t allowed to have pubic hair, and your mistress hated feeling stubble when you gave her oral.

Drying off, you put your collar back on and went downstairs to the mess hall next to the freshman dorms. You grabbed a bite to eat for yourself and assembled a tray to bring back to your mistress. Several futa upperclassmen and even some older boys eyed you as you walked past them, but your collar and status as an exclusive **** was the only thing that kept them at bay.

Arriving back at your room you set the tray of food on a table next to her bed and did the last thing on your morning agenda: wake up the mistress. Not by using any alarm clock or nudging her side, as she just slept through those. You did it the only way she’d respond: by making her cum.

Taking her flaccid cock into your mouth you began by simply circling your tongue around it. Then when it began to stiffen you moved to sucking it as deep as you could take it. You were getting better at it, and you had no doubt by the end of the semester you could deepthroat her like a champ.

Rachel began to stir as her erection reached its peak, but you didn’t stop. You’d learned that lesson quick: always finish what you start. Especially if it’s a blowjob. Her cock began to twitch as you got ready to take her load, and you felt a groggy yet forceful hand wrap around the back of your head and pull you down onto the cock as she unloaded down your throat. Your eyes watered as you suppressed your gag reflex and swallowed the sugary-sweet addicting cum.

“Fuuuuck that’s nice” Rachel said as she released her grip on you. “Always good to start the day with a good orgasm, and you’re getting better than my brother ever was.”

“Thank you Mistress” you reply “I got you breakfast.”

“Ah, shit. I forgot to tell you.” She said “I’m having brunch with some friends at 10:00, so you didn’t need to do that. Oh well. You can have it if you want, I’m gonna go take a piss.”

You thank her again as she rolls out of bed and out the door to the floor bathroom, not bothering to put on any clothes or wipe the cum and saliva off of her cock.