Get up and Wash up

After a few minutes of feeling sorry for myself on the kitchen floor, I stand up on my shaky legs and walk over to the sink to splash cold water on my face. I wipe off my mouth and tits the sticky residue of my saliva and Kyle’s cum, and after making sure I can no longer taste his guy funk on my tongue, I walk over to the closet and get dressed. There really isn’t much, and all of it seems to be clothes that are flattering or easy to get off, but I’m able to slip on a simple outfit of leggings and a tshirt. I’m surprised at how nice the leggings feel on my soft and smooth legs, and how even though they are tight the sensation is actually nice.

I eat a small breakfast and scroll on my phone for a bit, trying to see if there are any updates from my bank. Last time I talked to them they were “Investigating the issue.”, but that was a week ago. As I scroll on my phone, I try to ignore the perplexing mixture of emotions in my mind.

As I rinse my glass in the sink, the office door opens and I hear the distinct sound of Marcus walking into the kitchen.

“Found the clothes?” He asks.

“Yeah.” I say, trying to hurry up so I can escape. I turn the water off and go to walk away, but Marcus grabs my shoulder in a familiar gesture.

“What’s the rush?” He asks, voice friendly but grip firm.

“Need to apply for jobs.” I mutter.

“You can. Just help me for a second.” He smiles, already unzipping his pants.

“Dude, already? It’s only been…”

“I know, I know. Sorry.” Marcus grins wider. “I can’t help it, you look good Erica.”

He guides me to my knees and though I’m embarrassed, I’m surprisingly more annoyed than anything. Even as Marcus’ long black dick emerges from his pants, and I unconsciously lick my lips, I can’t help but roll my eyes.

I’m Erica. I remind myself. I’m Erica, and I need to apply for jobs, so I need to make this quick.

Without probing from Marcus, I open my mouth and take his dick onto my tongue. It’s heavy and wide on my tongue, and yes my jaw is still sore,but I work at his throbbing member with gusto,remembering my lesson from last night. He’s too big to take to the base, I don’t think I’ll ever get there, but I attempt to breathe through my nose and use my hands to please him. Marcus moans and makes various noises of appreciation as I jack and suck him off. I bob my head quickly, mimicking again what I’ve seen in porn, but I quickly grow annoyed at my long brown hair getting in the way. Thankfully though Marcus sees this, and gently gathers my hair in his palms. It makes it much easier to suck him off.

The kitchen once again sounds with the wet noises of me pleasuring another man. Embarrassingly, probably again due to the porn I’ve seen with similar sounds, but the noise turns me on. I am faced with the reality of the situation that I am the one making those sounds, while pleasing another man, and while yes I’m turned on the only hard dick in the room is the one in my mouth. I feel my pussy grow wet as I struggle to fit Marcus in my mouth. Marcus moves his hands from my hair only to peel layers of my newly acquired clothes off, first the silky smooth leggings and then my top - all while I gag around his cock and attempt to finish him off as quickly as possible.

I must be doing a good job, because Marcus is groaning and moaning as I suck him off. He pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I almost whine at the lack of it, but I quickly shriek as he picks me up; large hands covering my thick ass. I bury my head into his neck in an act of shame but quickly he deposits me onto the kitchen counter, on my back, hoisting my legs up and impaling me in one smooth motion onto his thick cock. My eyes roll back, and it hurts due to my soreness, but I’m so soaked and he fills me up so good. Marcus fucks me in an upward motion, motioning his hips up, his cock hitting my G-Spot repeatedly.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” I moan, already feeling the approaching wave of a rough orgasm, once again getting fucked out of me.

“You look dumb as hell like this, getting fucked like a chick.” Marcus laughs, roughly grabbing hold of one of my tits. “Can’t believe you’re a guy.”

“Shut…shut up…” I glare, clenching around his cock.

Marcus laughs again, dropping his hand down to circle tiny little motions onto my clit. I shriek at the contact, my entire body shaking, and close my eyes.

“You like dick?” He asks, but I pretend not to hear him. Marcus presses down on my clit harder, increasing the motions of the little circles. “Answer me. You like dick?”

“...no…” I whimper, trying not to clench around his dick again as he hits that spot once more.

“You’re lying.” Marcus presses harder, it feels like electricity. “Say you like dick.”

“I…” I mutter, but try to close my mouth. I already have no dignity left, I don’t want to say this. “No…”

“Say you like dick Erica.” Marcus orders, pushing deep inside me. “It’s okay.”

“Marcus.” I moan, feeling my core tighten. My legs are shaking as he continues to fuck me. It’s weird being called Erica, by my other name.

“You’re not a guy right now.” Marcus says, voice soft. “It’s okay, Erica.”

I moan. My mind feels hazy as Marcus continues fucking me into an orgasm, my legs splayed open on the cool kitchen counter.

“Does Erica like dick?” Marcus asks.

A single tear escapes my eye, and my face is flushed beet red, but my pussy clenches as I breathily admit “...Yes…”

“Yeah she does.” Marcus breathes, planting his palm around my jiggling thigh. “This feel good?” He asks, pressing against my clit again.

“Yes…” I admit, nodding my head, watching as he fucks me and my tits bounce.

“You’re so pretty baby.” Marcus moans. “Kyle said you sucked him off real good.”

A small sense of pride makes itself known within me. Even though Kyle did most of the work earlier, I did feel proud that I was able to handle him.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” Another deep thrust, causing my eyes to roll back. “You’re a natural.”

The odd mixture of pain, pleasure, and his compliments quickly has me spiraling, and my body goes limp as my pussy spasms around Marcus’ thick cock. He swears as I convulse silently against him on the kitchen counter, grabbing my tits again roughly and smacking them. I’m quickly lifted off of the cold marble counter and deposited onto the floor, and still in the throes of my orgasm I feel his dick hit my lips, my noise, and then blast two long, thick, hot ropes of cum onto my face; curling down my cheek and streaking through my hair.

Without being asked, I open my mouth and swallow the small peals of cum still leaking from Marcus’ black cock, grabbing hold of the base of his thick dick and massaging it as though trying to get the remnants of his seed out. My brain isn’t working, because Eric would be mortified, but Erica is focused on ensuring every drop is captured. My mind is a haze of lust and pheromones, of the haze of an orgasm and the smell of Marcus’ spunk coating my nostrils.

“Fuck….” Marcus groans as I look up at him, his cock in my mouth, my face painted in his cum. “Damn, Erica.”

I’m panting as I lick the last salty bit of cum off of his dick, swallowing and trying not to enjoy the taste - evidence of me being good at something, finally. My ex used to always complain about me in bed, but now it seems everyone can’t get enough of me.

Marcus helps me collect my clothes as we both get dressed. He smacks my ass as I bend over the kitchen sink washing his cum off my face.

“You guys are insatiable." I mutter.

Marcus just laughs, grabbing a drink from the fridge, before returning to the office and resuming his work. I sit on the couch, carefully due to my even worse soreness now, and job hunt the rest of the day. The hours pass slowly at first, but then quickly, and before I know it the clock is approaching six.