Morning Jules

Oliver blearily opened his eyes, confused as to which bed he’d woken up in. Realizing he was still cuddled into his coworker, the events of the night came back to him.

I dipped out of an orgy with all my male coworkers and ended up getting pegged into the floor by Julie… Life’s gotten real fucking weird real fucking fast.

His subtle movements proved enough to rouse his bedmate, and Julie yawned behind him. Her firm and muscled body felt incredible pressed into him, but as they both gradually grew more awake they pulled apart to sit up. Next to each other on the bed, they looked at one another sheepishly, as if not quite sure how to address the elephant in the room.

Oliver caved first, “That uh, that was amazing last night Jules. Can’t say I’d ever have expected it but it was really great…” Julie smiled at him “It’s been probably five, six years since I hooked up with a dude Ollie. You were a great one to dip my toes back in.” She chewed on a thought before continuing “Last night was a lot of fun, but I feel like I’ve gotta make a couple things clear… I’m not really romantically into men, plus I’m like a decade older than you so don’t go thinking this means anything more than a hook up ok?”

Oliver nodded in agreement; he hadn’t even had the thought of wanting to pursue an actual relationship with the woman. Julie kept on “Also, I don’t really care if the others find out, but if you start blabbing about this or making it weird at work, I’ll break you in half.” Oliver gulped and nodded again vigorously.

Julie laughed “No need to look so scared cupcake, just not trying to give Simon the perfect ammunition to tease me for the next couple years.” She stretched her arms wide, her muscles rippling as they extended, “you’re working tonight at five, right?” Oliver’s third nod brought a sly smile to Julie’s face.

Amused by Oliver’s sheepish submission, Julie rolled over on the bed to knock Oliver over and loom above him in a push up position. Their nude bodies barely touching, Oliver still had dried cum on his chest from the night before. He looked up at the Amazonian beauty and felt his cock stir. Julie’s smirk grew wider as Oliver’s cock rose “Y’know Ollie, been a long time since I did much of anything with a real cock. And now here I am, with a perfect little submissive slut in my bed for me to play around with.”

Oliver decided to finally take some initiative, sure Julie was strong as hell, but he was a pretty fit guy in his own right. His right arm swept one of Julie’s out from under her and his left grabbed her ass and shoved downwards towards his crotch. Surprised at Oliver’s sneak attack, Julie let out a soft “Eep” as she collapsed onto his body. As Julie raised her head to protest, she was met with a kiss. She melted into the embrace, her body gyrating slowly into Oliver’s as they made out tenderly.

Oliver’s cock nestled into the folds of Julie’s dampening pussy, their bodies entwined on the bed. Rock hard, Oliver angled upwards and slid his long shaft into Julie’s welcoming depths. She gasped as he entered her, lifting herself back up with her arms to sit up, fully penetrated by her younger coworker. Oliver’s hands grasped Julie’s firm ass and began rocking her back and forth atop him.

Julie closed her eyes and bit her lip, a hand fiddling her clit and the other planted on Oliver’s shoulder. She rose and fell, the corded muscle of her thighs lifting her body up to slam down on the throbbing cock inside her. “Unf ah fuck Oll-i-i-ie I forrrrr-fucking hell god I forgot how good a real cock feels.” Rather than responding Oliver slammed a heavy open palm on Julie’s ass, payback for her slaps the night before. The sharp crack of his hand spurred her on even faster, dropping both hands to Oliver’s shoulders to impale herself deeper and harder on him.

“Oliver I’m I’m OH MY FUCKING GOD” Julie shrieked as she came, her pussy spasming as she fell on to Oliver’s chest. Oliver chuckled, continuing to thrust tantalizingly slowly into his partner “done already Jules? Think I might have short circuited your brain there.” Julie’s cheek was against his own, breathing hard, a leg twitching. The ripped bartender didn’t respond, only moaning softly in response.

Taking further advantage of being in the dominant position for once, Oliver rolled Julie so he was above her in a missionary position. He thought a moment before withdrawing his cock to a disappointed whimper from Julie only to roll her again to lie prone on the bed before slipping back into her from behind. Oliver sprawled on top of Julie, hilting himself easily in her tight cunt “Do you like that Jules? Do you like being on the bottom for once?”

The woman nodded “mmmf fuck it feels amazing Ollie, if I’d had known it was this good I’d have fucked you months ago.” Please with the response, Oliver started rolling his hips, his cock hitting every nerve ending in Julie’s over stimulated depths. Julie moaned into the bed again, lifting her head up slightly “Olllll- uh right there- I- I- I want you to **** me while you fuck me”

Happy to oblige, Oliver snaked his arm under her throat until his elbow cradled her windpipe. Careful not to apply too much pressure, he increased his pace. His core burned as he rocked his hips in and out of his friend and mentor. Julie moaned, no words- only pleading for more, harder, deeper. Julie came over and over again, the rolling orgasms a fever pitch of pleasure. Oliver felt his own release rising, impossible to ignore. His muscles burning, he dug deep to plow into her even harder, his voice a guttural growl “ugh FUCK Jules I’m ahhhhh”

He erupted deep inside her, dropping his arms to sink as far in as he could possibly go, her burning insides a vise he had no hope of escaping. He was sure Julie came just one more time in sync with his climax, milking the last few drops of cum from his exhausted body. They lay there, Oliver still inside the prone Julie, both breathing hard.