The Morning After

You woke up the next morning all too soon to the sound of your phone’s alarm banging away. The first thing that caught your attention was the, rather substantial, morning wood tenting the bedsheets. It seemed like a night full of erotic dreams had left you rather…excited, so to speak. Fortunately, you woke up horny pretty often, and budgeted time into your schedule to handle the issue.

You grabbed the bottle of lube you kept under the nightstand and your phone to pull up some spank bank material, only to be surprised by a text from Sabrina.

“A little something to help you start your day off right.” The message read, and below it was a (clearly pornographic) video. Getting into position, you lubed up and hit play.

“Good morning baby.” Sabrina’s voice drifted through the speakers as the video showed her smiling face. “I’ll bet you woke up all nice and hard, didn’t you?” She giggled. “Don’t be embarrassed, it’s a compliment, really, knowing that I can make you hard and horny even in your dreams.”

She gripped the collar of her loose-fitting nightgown and pulled it down, showing off the round curves of her tits. You thought you saw the very edge of her nipples poking through.

“Hmmm, you know, they say it’s really important to start your day off right. And the way I see it, if that means a good breakfast, it means a good fuck too, don’t you think? Wouldn’t it just be perfect to wake up with my warm, soft lips around your hard, throbbing cock? Wouldn’t that really be the best way to start your day?”

She ran her finger of her bright red lips, moaning as she slipped the tip into her mouth. She twirled it around for a few seconds, then pulled it out and brought her hand downward, out of the shot.

“Wanna know what I’m doing with my hand?” She whispered. “Care to take guess?”

She lowered the camera to show her hand, which was scratching her left kneecap.

“You little pervert! I’ll bet you thought I was masturbating, didn’t you?” She said with mock outrage. “Hmph. There’s only one solution to dirty boys like you. And that solution is—”

She reached down and grabbed the hem of her nightgown’s shirt and yanked it up exposing what lay underneath.

“Blueballing!” She cackled, revealing the shirt she had on under her nightgown, which sadly covered all but the tops of her tits.

Sabrina’s laughter quickly devolved into a side splitting guffaws that left her rolling around on the bed. Finally, she managed to pull herself upright with a sigh.

“Oh my god John, I can’t even see your face, but I can imagine it and it’s just too funny. I bet you feel soooooo frustrated right now, don’t you?”

Naturally, you did. This was really the worst cocktease in the history of cockteases, maybe ever.

“Well, don’t worry big guy. As fun as toying with you is, I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t have something in mind. Just hold off on cumming and I promise I’m going to put all that pent up energy of yours to good use at work? Sound fair? I hope so. See you at work big guy!”

With that, the video ended. Even if you wanted to disobey Sabrina (and to be fair, you really, really did), you’d spent more time watching the video than you had to spare, and you really needed to eat, get dressed, take care of hygiene and otherwise make yourself ready to face the workday. And so, it was with a heavy heart (and heavier dick) that you rushed through the motions of making yourself presentable and raced out the door.

Your old Acura, reliable as ever, took a few tries to start up, but once it did you practically burned rubber racing to work, in part because you were running late, and in part because you were eager to see just what Sabrina had in store for you when you got there. Luckily, you didn’t pass any cops and made it there in record time. You find Sabrina waiting for you by the door with a smug grin on her face.

“Have relaxing morning, did we?” She asked sweetly.

“Fuck you.” Came your elegant, only half joking reply.

“Not till tonight when we can do it on camera.” She answered, not joking in the slightest, “But I do have a little something to make up for my teasing earlier. A present that will put the boot on the other foot for a little while.”