The Morning After, Back Home

I woke up to the radio playing, “Another One Bites The Dust!” and I’m confused. I look around fully expecting to see the place I was in last night, the three of them, still naked, eating something before coming over and giving me a sausage breakfast with male milkshake to ease the sausage down my throat. Instead As i look around I recognize where I am, my apartment in my bedroom.

No matter how hard I try to jog my memories, I have no idea when or how I got here. I was covered up, dressed in a flimsy nightie. I reach over and slap the off button on the radio alarm clock, something I rarely program since I can get up without assistance most days. I had to thank whoever brought me home for getting me into bed and setting the radio. Then I heard the DJ say that it was fourteen minutes after eight in the morning.

I thought about getting out of bed and going for a shower, but when I moved my legs there was a soreness in my pussy and asshole. Maybe a hot bath would be better than a shower today. I take off my nightie and slowly make my way into the bathroom, to run a tub of warm water. When it was full enough I eased my sore body into the soothing water and just laid there, trying my best to remember getting home.

By the time I got out of the cooling off water I was still slightly sore, so I decided to take a “me day” and stay home. I put on a sundress then made my way to the couch in the living room after making a pit stop in the kitchen for a bowl of cereal. I gently plop onto the couch, turn on one of the morning programs and settle in to watch and learn what goes on when I’m at home.

A little after nine thirty a knock came to the front door, so begrudgingly I get up to answer it. As I opened the door I couldn’t believe who was standing on the other side of the door. One of the three who basically made me their willing wanton slut. I just stood there trying to remember if he gave me a name or not.

He must have figured it out because I was about to say something when he introduced himself. “Hi! I don’t know if you remember me, I’m Kevin Costas and I just wanted to make sure you were alright after what we did to you last night!”

I stepped back and Kevin took that as his cue to enter. I didn’t know what he wanted so I played this as if it was an everyday event between us. I returned to the couch and Kevin took up a position behind me. “Well, I just wanted to tell you that we feel bad about how we treated you and to give you this, it’s all I have and I know it won’t cover what we owe but it’s a start!”

I look back at him, accept an envelope and smile at him. “I’ll make sure my grandmother gets this!” Then I began to get naughty ideas about how Kevin could say sorry to me. “Say, why don’t you come around and have a seat beside me?” Kevin does, sitting to the right of me as if I would bite him. I turn around to face him, placing my right palm on his left shoulder. He turns his body a bit and looks a bit confused.

“I’ll tell you what Kevin!” my left hand goes down to the crotch of his black pants and undoes his button and zipper, then slid his pants down his legs. “I’m hoping that I owe you a thank you for bringing me home earlier!” I get his cockout from his underwear and lean over it, licking my lips to help get his cock into my mouth.

I place my mouth on his cock and took the head of his cock into my mouth and prayed that Kevin understood what I wanted from him. Then Kevin responded by lifting the hem of my sundress to expose my panties.

I moan as Kevin grips my right hip and squeezes it. Oh he understood exactly what I wanted from him!