Wake Up

I wake up to the glow of sunlight peaking in through the curtains, and the distinct feeling of someone opening my legs. My eyes widen in alarm both at the feeling of someone's hands on me, and the odd feeling of my body. I almost yell when I see Marcus between my legs, lining up his large black clock against my...pussy?

Oh. Right. I'm Erica.

Marcus notices me awake now and smiles. "Morning. Gotta hit the gym then I have a meeting at 9:00, so this needs to be quick."

I almost open my mouth to protest but instead of words I just let out a moan as Marcus buries himself inside of me.

"Ooh that's good pussy." He says, instantly starting to hammer at me without giving me time to warm up. I'm still sore from last night, and he's so big it hurts, but Marcus seemingly doesn't care as he just fucks me for his own pleasure. I feel humiliated but my as my body wakes up feelings of pleasure come with it, and I remind myself that I agreed to this. Marcus specifically said "Free Use" during the days.

His sheets are soft against my back as he widens my legs and fucks me, eyes glued to my gently jiggling tits.

"Slo...slow down." I breathe out.

"Nah, like I said, I got shit to do." He says, grabbing hold of one of my breasts and giving it a rough squeeze. I moan at the contact, pushing my face away as he slaps it. As I moan and struggle to take his monster cock so early in the morning, Marcus doesn't slow his pace for a second. Instead he hoists my legs higher up, feet pointed to the ceiling, and the angle runs so deep I struggle to breathe.

"Your pussy is responsive." He moans. "Gripping me."

"...fuck..." I moan, letting out a breathy sigh as my heart hammers in my chest. The angle is so deep, and his dick already runs so long, and soon I'm shaking under him as I feel a rough orgasm approaching me. It's different from last night, less subtle, more like having an orgasm fucked out of me rather than getting fucked into one. Marcus angles himself higher and hits a spot inside of me so deep I almost scream, shrieking in his room, and I guess not wanting to hear me he silences me with his lips on mine. My eyes roll back at the feeling of his cock inside of me and his mouth one me, and my legs start to shake violently as Marcus' tongue enters my mouth and pushes deep past my tongue.

I feel like I'm being invaded, but maybe it would be better to say I feel like someone is fucking me. Marcus' strong body pins me in place as he uses me for pleasure, and even though he's treating me sort of roughly my body seems to love it as I feel my stomach tighten and my vision blur.

"Cum on this black dick." He whispers against my lips before kissing me again. I instantly open my mouth and he groans into it, slipping his tongue inside and taking his fill of me.

I shake and spasm on his cock, cumming with a whimper, and my orgasm must act as the catalyst for his as Marcus finishes inside me. Once again I feel his cock erupt hot cum into my womb, and I shudder at just how good it feels. The heat of his cum coupled with the warmth of my orgasm sets me over the edge, and my body goes limp as he finishes above me. Again he fills me to the brim, so much cum inside of me that when he exits my pussy with a hiss a lot of the sticky white spunk flows out. I feel the warmth travel down between my ass cheeks and cover my asshole, and I remember Marcus last night saying he wanted to fuck that hole too. What guy doesn't?

Marcus takes a deep breath and wipes the sweat off his forehead. "Aight. I'm gonna hit the gym. Feel free to hang out in here if you want, you probably need the sleep." He laughs, before going to rummage around in his dresser. I don't answer him, instead I just lay there motionlessly like a toy discarded. His cum is still leaking out of me when Marcus gets dressed, walking out of his room and turning the lights off behind him. I manage to sleep for a couple of more hours, I think, and hear him get back, shower, change for work, and head to the shared office space attached to the living room. Eventually I get up and head to his shower. The hot water is well needed reprieve for my sore muscles, and I enjoy the feeling of the soothing water current on my soft body.

As I shower once again the thoughts of...everything bring me back to reality. In the span of a day I went from a friend to...whatever I was now. Last night, I was assigned to Marcus' room. Tonight I'll be with Kyle, but during the day I'm free use. God - I need to find a job, or get my bank thing fixed, and fast.

As I exit Marcus' shower I realize that I don't know where the clothes they got me are. I look around, both the bathroom, Marcus' room, and his dresser, but can't find them. Finally I decide to bite the bullet and attempt to sneak outside, thinking maybe I'll find the clothes somewhere in the apartment.