The Next Morning

Ceras didn’t see the guy the rest of the day. She could feel her body reacting anyways, as if it were on edge, just ready to be used at the drop of a hat. It was a bizarre experience, one she'd never had before. Even with her husband, whom she was always very satisfied with, she was never simply left buzzing, anticipating more, not the same as wanting more, but knowing that she was going to get more regardless of her own feelings so her body was on edge expecting it. Both her husband and her had played edging games, as well as the dominance and power games. Ceras always enjoyed being submissive player in those games, but deep down, deep down she always knew they were just games. He always treated her as an equal to him, cared for her needs and desires. This situation was different, here she was being **** into being that same submissive role, but there was no subtext, no game. She was this guys submissive, his cocksleeve and her body was quickly learning to enjoy it!

The next morning Ceras woke up very turned on and decided to text her husband a bit earlier, even decided to try sexting again, wanting to make up for not finishing yesterday.

Good morning boss... I'm sorry for not finishing you yesterday.. please don't be mad at my husband. Your slut is here and willing to make it up to you... please? My mouth and pussy need it.. need the boss' hard cock..

It only took a few moments before she saw her husband start to respond. She couldn't help but smile as she slid her hand into her shorts, her fingers sliding between her wet lips as she read his response.

Is that how a slut begs for forgiveness? Stupid cunt, get on your knees and show me those tits!

Ceras knew she was alone in her bunch room at the moment she she quickly pulled her hand out of her shorts and pulled her sports bra over her large tits and, using her very wet fingers to tease her hard nipple, quickly took a picture of her tits and pulled her shirt back into place, sending the picture she started typing a response, however, before she could complete her message her roommate threw open the door in exasperation again. Ceras takes a deep breath as she subtly removes her hand from her shorts. Amber, in exasperation starts telling Ceras about how that the same guy had refused to get out of bed again and rather than try herself to get him up and moving again she came to Ceras to go and get him up since it worked last time.

Without thinking to much Ceras quietly got out of bed and tossed her phone on her bed, wanting to take care of this situation and come back quickly to finish with her husband. Then she just tossed on one of her T-shirts to cover her sports bra, and still wearing her pajama bottom shorts, she headed towards the room...