The Morning After

Eric woke to warm lips sliding down his cock.

His eyes fluttered open to see Lauren between his legs, her plump lips wrapped around his morning wood, sucking gently. The morning sun streamed through the blinds, casting golden streaks across her bare shoulders.

"Mmm, good morning, kuya," she murmured around his length before pulling off with a wet pop. Her dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she stroked him slowly. "I wake you up special today, diba?"

Eric groaned, his hips bucking into her touch. "Fuck, Lauren-"

She giggled, that sweet Filipino lilt making his name sound exotic. "Shhh, just relax. Let me take care of you."

Her mouth descended again, swallowing him whole. Eric tangled his fingers in her silky black hair as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling expertly. It was nothing like the real Lauren, the old Lauren, would have ever done. This version of her was eager, worshipful, her plush lips made for sucking cock.

"Gonna cum," he warned through gritted teeth.

Lauren didn’t pull away. Instead, she moaned around him, the vibrations tipping him over the edge. He came hard down her throat, and she swallowed every drop, licking her lips afterward like she’d just finished a gourmet meal.

"Salamat, kuya," she whispered, resting her cheek against his thigh. "Best breakfast I ever have."

Eric exhaled, his body still thrumming with pleasure. "You’re fucking unreal."

Lauren beamed at the praise before climbing off the bed, her massive tits swaying with each movement. She stretched, her toned stomach flexing, before grabbing her tiny nurse’s uniform from the chair.

"You work today?" Eric asked, watching as she shimmied into the scandalously short skirt.

"Yes," she said, adjusting the tight white top that barely contained her chest. "But I come home early for you, diba?" She winked, slipping into her heels. "I make ulam tonight. Your favourite."

Eric didn’t even know what his favourite Filipino dish was supposed to be, (adobo maybe?) but he nodded anyway. "Sounds good."

Lauren leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Ingat ka, kuya."

Then she was gone, the apartment door clicking shut behind her.

Silence settled over the apartment.

Eric lay there for a long moment, staring at the ceiling.

The gun had worked perfectly. Lauren was everything he’d fantasised about, beautiful, submissive, his.

So why did he feel… restless?

He rolled out of bed, padding into the kitchen. The stereotype gun sat on the counter where he’d left it, gleaming innocently under the fluorescent lights.

Eric picked it up, turning it over in his hands.