On an Average Day 🤍 2.4.1

In which Charlotte goes for two

We wake up together around dawn on a sunny, cool day in October. Having previously decided to spend the day together and not work, we wake up slow. Charlotte spots my typical morning wood as I come back to bed after taking a leak and she pounces on it. She prefers to start out with a blowjob instead of sex, citing concerns with kissing and morning breath, which always makes me shake my head and smile.

Charlotte slips down under the covers and I lay back, lacing my hands behind my head on my pillow. I feel warmth envelop my cock as she slips it into her mouth and I breathe a sigh of contentment. It’s the absolute best way to start any day, and most days that we wake up next to each other start this way. I feel like a king. I breathe deeply and stretch my legs out to either side of her, watching as the lump under the covers starts to bob slowly up and down.

“Oh!” she says suddenly, lifting the blankets. “I want you to cum as fast as you can for me.”

“What for?” I ask, looking down at her.

“I dunno,” she says. “I just like it when you get super turned on, and sometimes it turns me on when you cum fast.”

“Why would it turn you on when I cum quickly? You always tell me to last longer and relax.”

“Because I’m a bundle of contradictions and sometimes I want the opposite of what I want other times. Now shut up and pump me full of hot cum.”

l laugh and lay back, closing my eyes. Charlotte immediately starts cupping my balls with one palm and deepthroating me all the way to the base, pulling off quickly and then going again. Her pace is intense, but she’s gentle enough to keep it building instead of turning me off with the speed. I start thrusting my hips up as she slides down the shaft, getting myself close more quickly. I feel her other hand brace on my thigh, and my own hands slide under the blankets and go to the back of her head, lacing into her thick hair. She is fondling my balls gently but firmly and I abandon all control and start thrusting upwards, using my hands to keep her head where I want it and set the pace. Her hand slips off my balls and I feel and hear her start to hum and moan on my cock. The one thing that pushes me over the edge is knowing she’s touching herself while she’s got my dick down her throat. I put my legs around her back, shove my cock all the way down her willing throat, holding her head in place with an iron grip, and begin to cum. I jolt, shiver and thrust and she starts to do the same, shaking as her orgasm takes her while mine is delivered straight down her throat. The muscles of her throat work on my cock, milking it for all it’s worth, and I feel the cum being sucked out of me with every shot. I tremble, shudder and collapse back onto the bed, feeling like every muscle in my body is relaxing.

Charlotte comes up off my cock far enough to breathe but leaves it deep and cums again, squealing and moaning her pleasure onto my shaft, which therefore doesn’t really soften. The audio input alone would be enough to keep me hard regardless of the circumstance, but with my cock still buried all the way into the top of her throat, it’s a foregone conclusion. She doesn’t pull off and I realize what she’s been going for.

I pull up the covers and look at her. Charlotte’s hair is everywhere from the static under the blankets, and she’s smiling around my cock. Grinning, really, though her lips are stretched too tightly to accommodate my girth, but I see the smile in her eyes most of all. She doesn’t remove my cock from her mouth and instead starts to massage the underside gently with her tongue.

“Oh fuck,” I groan. “You’re... oh fuck....”

She is gently, slowly working me to full hardness again with the undulations in her mouth, and now begins to slide me deeper. She wants to make me cum twice without ever taking her mouth off of me. The look in her eyes as she looks up at me is hot, smoldering sexiness. She pulls the blankets back down and goes to work.

Charlotte can’t talk to me for obvious reasons, but I know what she would say if she could. “Relax. Lay back. Don’t even think about cumming. Let me take you there.”

I breathe deeply through my nose and push my head back into the pillow. There is something so erotic to me about the movements of the blankets at my hips, up and down in regular motion, combined with the feelings of warmth and wetness that tantalize my most sensitive regions. Charlotte is back to cupping and fondling my balls, using her fingernails to trail up the soft skin before molding her fingers to my scrotum and rolling my balls over her fingers. My heart is beating quickly, and the way she’s keeping my cockhead in her throat at all times is adding a layer of mental arousal to the full physical pleasure assault she’s mounting on my package. She slides up and down my shaft sensually, slowly, and with full purpose. I feel that my cock is inside of an apparatus designed purely to extract my cum. Usually she gives the head a lot of attention with swirls of her tongue and the suction pressure of her mouth, but this morning she’s not allowing the head to withdraw that far at all, giving me an entirely unique experience. In ten minutes she hasn’t given herself or me a break once and I find myself unusually close to the edge so soon after having cum the first time. I will myself to relax but it’s no use— even subduing the animal doesn’t pull me back from the precipice.

This time, however, I leave the aggression aside and relax into my orgasm. Instead of a feverish rush, I feel it building in my loins like a hot spring bubbling up from the recesses of the rock deep within the earth. Warmth rises higher and higher, spreading like an interior welling of heat and pressure, and my hips rise at the last moment and cum gushes from my cock into her throat. She lets out a deep moan of satisfaction and encouragement and swallows it down.

“Mm-hmm! Mm-hmm!” she hums, stopping in place with her lips around the base of my cock. I pump her full of my second load of the morning— really, the second load of one blowjob, if we’re being technical— and she takes it all as she always does. I am completely relaxed, feeling as though I’m melting into the bedsheets as she finishes me off and slowly pulls herself off of my dick, licking me clean and getting every last drop of cum as my cock finally pops out of her mouth.

“That was so fucking hot,” she says, laying her cheek on my thigh and flopping the blankets off of herself.

“I can’t move,” I say. “I feel like I’m floating out of my body.”

“Mmm,” she says. “I thought of this the other day. A lazy morning where I could make you cum twice without taking your dick out of my throat. I’ve masturbated thinking about it at least three times.”

“That’s fucking amazing,” I murmur. “You’re amazing.”

She giggles, tracing patterns only she can see on my legs. “What should we do today?”

“I can make us some breakfast in about an hour and a half when I have muscle control again.”

“Let’s go out for each meal today. I don’t feel like dealing with cooking or cleaning.”

“Works for me. In about--”

“--an hour and a half. Muscle control. Got it,” she laughs and stands. One of the best things about living with her is that she either sleeps naked or in these sheer nighties that come off as easily as stretching. She stretches now, shucking off her nightie which was as thin as spider’s silk to start with and heads to the bathroom. I hear the shower turn on. Suddenly it seems that my muscles receive new life, and I stretch and follow her in.

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