A blowjob from your first conquest

You wake up from your dream, spurting from your cock as the thought of just how many times you've be woken up by a blowjob this week passes through the edge of your mind. The view of your crotch is blocked by the blanket covering Carrie, but she seems to be focusing on coaxing the last few drops of cum from you. It is certainly a much improved version of an alarm clock, and you wonder if it can become a permanent fixture of your morning routine. Though you would not be the least bit surprised if Carrie took the idea way too far, ensuring that not only you had a blowjob to wake up, but also when you were watching television or eating meals.

Wait. You pause, thinking to yourself. Carrie is supposed to be out of town this weekend. Then who the hellwas sucking you off? And all of a sudden, the events of last night come crashing back. Natalie coming to your apartment, trying to break up you and Carrie. But you retaliated, and fucked her into submission in the process. You rip off the comforter covering you, and see a not at all bashful Natalie silently suckling on your dick. Her efforts have managed to keep you half hard through your morning orgasm, despite the draining she managed to accomplish last night.

Seeing that you've taken the covers off, Natalie disengages her mouth and slides up next to you. She cuddles into the crook of your shoulder and lies her head against you. Her silky blonde hair tickles your shoulder, and for a moment you sit there. In addition, you are astounded by just how silky and soft her legs feel against yours. You are startled by the sudden display of affection, remembering the last time you talked to her you were spanking her while Carrie taunted her.

Natalie pulls the covers back over the two of you, and you remain in silence for what seems like forever but is actually only a couple minutes. You have no idea what to say, and Natalie's behavior this morning is perplexing, to say the least. Her demeanor towards you had taken a complete about face, and you're not sure how to broach the subjects discussed last night during sex.

"So...last night was pretty interesting." Surely not your smoothest moment, as evidenced by the fact that Natalie pulls away and gives you a bemused look. Then she abruptly bursts into laughter, and you realize that this is the first time you heard her laugh. It's a quiet giggle, and her entire body convulses as she does so.

"Not one for morning after talk, huh?" She finally manages to get out. "Don't worry, it doesn't matter what you say the next day in bed. I know that you're great for what matters. Fucking me." You blush at her graphic words and pull her back into you, kissing her in the process. You neck for several seconds, and you release her from your grasp.

"Well, I think we ventured into the area of **** sometime last night. Just wanted to make sure that you were still okay with all of this."

"What? Me being your personal sex **** now?"

"Uh...yeah."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. How about this: over the coming days we'll hang out, just the two of us, and see how we like each other outside of the bedroom. And while doing so, we'll fuck at every available opportunity. Assuming that it's okay with Carrie, of course."

"That sounds fair. Though I must say that I'm a little disappointed that you won't be worshipping my cock." You bring your hand to her cunt to tease her slightly. The second you worm your way past her lingerie she moans in pleasure, and you decide to tease her a little more. "You sure you don't want to be my sex ****? It is a promising opportunity to get in on the ground floor of a new harem."

"A...harem?" She manages to eke out while making appreciative sounds to your ministrations. "You have a harem?"

"Well, not yet," you reply, fingering Natalie faster. "But you know how Carrie can be, when she gets something on her mind there isn't anything that can stop her." Natalie slowly nods in response. "And I hate to be the one tell you this, but for some reason Carrie wants me to have a harem. And she wants you in it. So you'll join. It might take you some time to, but you'll come into the fold."

Your finger fucking intensifies, and you kiss Natalie hard on the lips to prevent her from crying out. She wraps her arms around you tight, and her bucking hips indicate that she just had a minor orgasm.

You pull away from Natalie and get out of bed, intending on taking a shower. Kissing and fingering Natalie got you hard, so as you get up your erection bobs up and down, already eager for more action.

"Already?" You turn to look at Natalie in response to her exclamation, and raise an eyebrow in question. "You're already hard again? I just blew you five minutes ago."

"And?"

"Well, that's not fucking normal."

"What can I say, you inspire me." Glancing at the clock, you note that it's almost 10:30 a.m., and you really have to get over to Mary's house soon. "Besides, I got to head out pretty soon, so I need to clean up. Come on, you can take care of me in the shower."

You head towards your connected bathroom, while Natalie just stares at you, though you can't identify her specific expression. While she does look hot right now, with her hair and lingerie askew in a sexual disarray, you do probably need to get her out of your apartment. Thinking of a devious idea, you speak up once again.

"Let's go. I have to leave soon, and you don't want to head home to Chet looking like you just got the best fuck of your life." That gets Natalie going, and she quickly doffs her the rest of her lingerie, though she doesn't immediately follow you. She heads to the corner of the room, where there sits a small travel case, where she takes out some shampoo and conditioner.

"Really?" you ask. "Were you planning on spending the night?" You say as you reach into the shower and turn it on. It usually takes about a minute to get up to an adequate temperature, so you turn to Natalie joining you in the bathroom.

"No, but I thought it might not be a good idea to come home smelling of sex. I was going to shower at Carrie's place, but I thought Chet might catch on to the fact that I smelled differently so I brought my own toiletries."

"That's...actually a smart idea."

From there, the two of you take a shower that is longer than strictly necessary. Natalie seems intent on washing you thoroughly, though she seems to be entirely focused on making sure your penis is clean. During the shower, you question her.

"You know, there are other parts of my body that need washing too, you know," you joke.

"Well, I got to make sure that the next girl doesn't smell the scent of sex on you. Wouldn't want you to have a unhappy ending to your brunch date. Though maybe she'll be intrigued knowing what a stud you are."

"It's not a date. Just a brunch with one of my coworkers."

"Is she hot?"

"That's irrelevant."

"Not to Carrie, you know. Well, even if you don't seduce her today, you need to make a good impression. Which will require you to have your balls nice and drained." With that, Natalie begins to go to town on your dick, her soapy hands effectively reducing the friction between you and your cock. In no time you're shooting into the wall of the shower, the jizz washed away swiftly by the jets of hot water.

After that, you actually clean up, and in about ten minutes the two of you are out your front door, no sign of previous sexual activities around you. Natalie is dressed simply, in a pair of blue jeans that hug her ass wonderfully and a simple baby blue halter top that shows a delightful hint of cleavage. Since you are leaving as well to go to Mary's, you decide to walk Natalie out to her car. Sure enough, she parked in your lot in one of the free spaces, her navy blue Range Rover sitting right there. You're shocked that you didn't see it in the corner last night, but you suppose that your mind was focused on other things.

"So, I take it you're filthy rich like Carrie?"

"Not quite as much, but yes, I got those exclusive unpaid internships in college that only rich people can actually afford to take, primarily due to my family's connections."

"Damn. Must be the life."

"It certainly opens a lot of doors. But in some ways, you're incredibly restricted."

"How so?"

"Well, you're expected to work certain jobs, and marry certain people."

"Huh. I never thought about it that way. Well, I hope that you soon grace my bed once again." And with that, you pull her into you and give her a kiss that she'll remember fondly until the next time you see her.

"Until next time."

You wave as she gets into her car and pulls out, leaving for her own home. As you head to your own car, you see a familiar face. Chelsea, coming back from a run, looking at you in utter shock. You move to explain yourself, but she retreats indoors, and you know that there's no way you'll be able to convince her that you weren't cheating on Carrie.

With nothing else to do, you get in your car, start the engine, and head on over to Mary's.