Time to face the day.

You drag yourself into a sitting position, grunting as your slightly damp and oversensitive skin makes its complaint alongside your slightly sore muscles. You look around, grimly recalling that you have work today, as well as certain... expectations from your roommates. You sigh and grunt again as you stand, finally able to dress properly. You don a pair of work pants and a collared t-shirt that's simple and plain, clearly conforming to the standards of your work uniform.

Now dressed, you head downstairs, seeing two of your roommates at the table having breakfast. Elena, an athletic woman with red hair and a towering figure, is in a heated debate with Sasha, a curvaceous woman with sable skin and close-cropped curly hair. Elena is wearing her gym clothes. It creates a stark contrast with Sasha, who is wearing a tan business suit that strains slightly at the chest and thighs.

"Well I say he's too valuable to let just anyone have access to!" Sasha seems to be retreading a tired old argument yet again. "What if someone hurts him? What if someone else decides to keep him?"

Elena's arms are crossed. "So we just tie him up ourselves? Come on, we've been over this. He's his own person. He's not just our cum source. He deserves his freedom, and that includes the freedom to share his bed with others."

Sasha slams her hand on the table. "But he is our cum source! Whatever else he is, THAT has to come first! Anything that gets in the way of that is unacceptable!"

It's a conversation that these two have had over and over and over again, usually without much of your input. Sasha works at a mentally demanding job and needs every last bit of her mind in order to do her job, so she's always been incredibly sensitive to any fluctuations in the access or quality of sperm you can provide. Elena on the other hand has always been the roommate you trust the most. Even if she can be forceful, presumptuous, and even intractable, she always seems to genuinely have your best interests at heart, though she and you sometimes disagree on what that means.

While they circle around this well-developed subject yet again, you try to remain quiet as you get your own breakfast, managing to pour a bowl of cereal and get a spoon before they notice you. Sasha immediately zeroes in on you, her eyes narrowing. "Well?"

You blush, ducking your head a bit. "Yeah?"

Sasha huffs in exasperation. "Yeah, what? Can you give me what I need from you this morning, or am I gonna have to make do without it?"

You blush harder. "I... should be able to in a couple more minutes. Can I have breakfast first, at least?"

Sasha opens her mouth, her brow furrowing in anger, but Elena cuts her off. "Of course, sweetie. The others should be down soon too. Are you making sure to take your zinc supplements?"

You nod, grabbing a large bottle of zinc pills from a drawer by your waist and popping one in your mouth with another bite of cereal. "I do my best."

That mollifies Sasha a bit. She relaxes slightly, though she taps her fingers impatiently. "Fine. But once you finish that bowl, you get over here, okay?"

Elena smirks as Sasha finally relents. They wait quietly while you eat.

In the meantime, another roommate comes down the stairs. Alice, a petite and slim woman with freckles, blonde hair, and glasses yawns and rubs the corner of her eye, careful not to knock her frames off of her face. She's wearing nothing but a long t-shirt that only just keeps her modest. Without engaging with anyone else, or even looking in their direction, she blearily pours herself some coffee from a coffeepot that's been freshly brewed by someone earlier. She sips at her mug, leaning against the counter and staring into the middle distance.

You blush at the sight of her long, slender thighs, the hem of the large shirt fluttering about them and subtly teasing at what lies underneath. Your eyes dart to your cereal and you eat quickly to distract yourself from the thoughts arising. Not that it would really be improper at this point, considering your intimate familiarity with one another, but still, it feels intrusive somehow.

Of course, in your haste to distract yourself, you suddenly find breakfast gone much sooner than you were mentally prepared for. No sooner is your bowl empty than Sasha is before you, towering over you and gently taking the bowl from your hands. She places it in the sink and crouches slightly, putting her hands on your thighs and grasping firmly.

She lifts you onto the counter and hooks her fingers around your waistband, ignoring the small noises of wordless protest that escape your lips as she smothers them with her own. Air rushes into your nostrils as you inhale sharply at the sudden kiss, Sasha's warm hands pulling your pants to your ankles with practiced skill. She breaks off the kiss and moves her head immediately downwards, her lips closing around your stirring shaft with a soft moan. The sound travels through your soft length, the vibrations causing it to stiffen faster and drawing another gasp from your now unobstructed mouth. Your hands grip the edge of the counter as you spread your knees slightly to allow Sasha access. She does usually go first in the mornings.

Her head starts bobbing as your member reaches full tumescence. Her tongue swirls around the head of it with practiced precision, her lips tight as she runs her mouth along you, up and down, up and down. She hums again, drawing another small, pressed sound from you as you grip the edge of the counter harder, your knuckles whitening. You're still sensitive from the other woman this morning, and the fact that you've already climaxed once this morning makes you a bit slow to repeat it, no matter how aroused and erect you are.

Sasha notices the delay, and your sensitivity. Her impatience becomes clear as her hands move up from where they still linger by your feet to grip your slender waist right above your wide hips. She uses the leverage this grants her to buck your hips for you, thrusting you deeper into her mouth as she vocalizes around you in small, impatient, and frustrated grunts. All of this causes ever more small sounds to escape your lips, your head rocking back and knocking gently against the cabinet behind you as you struggle to keep your breath.

Soon enough, you're on the verge of climax yet again, the only thing keeping you back being the small matter of your biological slowness in generating another load. A full minute passes of Sasha wringing you out, blistering pleasure forcing its way over your mind as your hips are pulled and pushed, your shaft wet and moist and hard and oh so very ready. She grunts once again, insistent, and your biology finally catches up, a tightness choking your cry as you give Sasha what she's been pursuing.

Sasha swallows greedily as you pump your load down her throat, her tongue lathering along the underside of your shaft and massaging every last drop out. She pulls off with a gentle pop and wipes her face, her sable skin doing much to hide her flush, but not enough to hide it completely. She clears her throat and nods, seemingly to herself. She stands. "Good. Alright, Owen, that's your obligation to me done for the day. Make sure everyone else gets some, and you can go to work. Not that I understand why you need to work at a misbegotten retail store when we make sure you never have to pay for rent or groceries in exchange for our... access."

Sasha turns on her heel and grabs her bag before walking resolutely out the door, not looking back. She leaves you panting on the counter, half naked and spent, and in the company of Elana and the still-waking Alice.