Sophia's Enthusiastic Morning Service
"Sophia, I'm putting it in from behind." Click. I entered the inn room and locked the door. Standing there by the entrance, I blankly took in the room. It looked just like last week's—simple and sparse, with only a bed and a dresser. The morning sun was so bright that even this bare-bones space felt dazzling. Curtains would have helped, but there were none on the window. It was precisely the kind of room you'd expect for the cheap price.
"I'll finish in ten seconds today."
"Take your time."
I dropped my pants, and she perched on the edge of the bed. Having done this once last week, our movements were already smooth and practiced.
"Please take care of me."
I brought my limp cock right up to her face, and without hesitation, her hand gripped it. Just like before, Sophia's gaze avoided my dick entirely, fixed instead on the opposite wall. She stroked it—rub rub, stroke stroke—her slender fingers working busily to get me hard. Her touch was so natural and skilled. Random thought, but Sophia struck me as the type who'd be great with a knife. Give her an onion or carrot, and she'd chop it into perfect, even pieces in no time. Watching her elegant handiwork on my cock now sparked that image in my mind. She had that vibe of a capable, no-nonsense housewife.
Anyway, gotta cum quick and get to adventuring. Every minute counts. To help things along, I started fantasizing in my head. I recalled yesterday's sex with Angelina.
Her thighs were so slim and pretty. I wanna lick 'em again.
I had to do Angelina every weekday morning. The effects of my semen lasted only twenty-four hours. She needed a fresh load daily to use her powers at the academy.
Monday, I'll start by licking those honey thighs.
Lost in that daydream of tonguing Angelina's thighs, I suddenly felt Sophia's head turn toward me. Then, out of nowhere, she opened her mouth wide and swallowed my cock whole.
The warm sensation of her mouth hit me like a shock. This was impossible for our awkward, transactional relationship.
What the hell? Why's she sucking me off?!
We'd agreed beforehand: no excessive foreplay. And I hadn't threatened or begged for it. So why?
Slurp! Slurp! Slurp!
In the sunlit, quiet room, the wet sounds of her sucking rang out obscenely. She wasn't tentative or shy about it either—her head bobbed rhythmically back and forth, sucking hard and enthusiastically. My cock was instantly drenched in her saliva, springing to full attention at a perfect right angle inside her mouth. With it rigid now, the slick, lewd slurps grew even louder.
Ugh...! It felt ridiculously good. I'd thought she was just good with her hands, but her mouth skills were incredible too. I had the urge to grab her head and shove it down her throat.
"Slurrrp, slurrrp! Sluuuurp! Gluck, gluck!"
I didn't bother asking why Sophia had suddenly started blowing me. If she was offering it up, I'd just take it. Service, plain and simple.
Is she trying to make me feel good? Mmm, what a nice woman. Good girl.
Gluck! Slurp! My cock had been swollen to bursting for ages now. Time to insert, but she kept sucking without a word. It was odd.
What's she thinking? Trying to make me cum in her mouth?
Was that allowed? Silent permission? My mind was getting tangled when she spat it out with a firm shake of her head, as if to say no way.
"Hah, hah. Gulp. Whew."
She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, catching her breath. She'd probably struggled to breathe with it stuffed in there. Looking down at her, I smacked my lips. Disappointing.
"Shall we?"
"Yes."
She nodded at my question and stood up. Then, abruptly, she started undressing.
Eh...? My eyes widened.
Why's she stripping...?
Her long skirt hit the floor. She swiftly peeled off her top next, revealing the slip that commoner women wore underneath—straps over the shoulders. Sophia grabbed both straps and yanked them down in one go. The slip dropped with a soft thud, exposing her barely-there underwear.
Hm?
Red bra and panties dazzled my eyes. Pretty provocative. She turned to me in just her lingerie. Flustered, I quickly looked away toward the wall.
"Last time, you came so much. Figured it might stain my clothes again, so better to strip."
"Ah..."
I nodded slowly. That was it. Nothing more. She just didn't want semen on her skirt. My bad for overthinking.
"Yeah, do whatever's comfortable."
I replied calmly and gestured politely for her to lie on the bed. As she walked over, she added,
"Also, I hate messing up my hair first thing in the morning... Can we switch positions?"
"Your hair?"
My gaze went to her locks—long, straight, with a warm brown sheen. Missionary would probably flatten the back, huh. I nodded readily.
"If that's what you want, Sophia, of course. What position works?"
"For me..."
She climbed onto the bed and gently got on all fours, ass thrust back in doggy style.
"This seems better."
I swallowed quietly. The sexy curve from her narrow waist flaring out to her ample hips was mouthwatering. Did Sophia know how this would make me feel and still suggest it? I might pound her pussy raw.
"Yeah, that works. Your hair won't get squished."
I finished speaking and stroked my cock with my hand. It twitched, blood surging even harder.
Look at that precum. Can't wait to shove it in.
While I prepped, Sophia slipped off her panties and neatly folded them by the pillow. No blanket cover this time either. She was leaving it all out in the open.
"I'm ready."
I looked up at the bed. There she was on all fours, just her bra on. My head tilted.
No blanket today? Not even gonna hide it?
It felt like visual temptation. Nah, couldn't be... My brain was confused, but my cock was straightforward. Swollen painfully from her lingerie and pose, it seemed to scold me: Stop overthinking and fuck her already.
I climbed onto the bed.
"Scoot forward a bit."
"Like this?"
"Yeah, perfect."
I knelt behind her ass and positioned myself. I didn't ask why no blanket or why she was showing her pussy so openly. Honestly, I loved it. What man would turn down this bliss?
Gulp.
"Going in."
"Okay..."
I gripped my cock to thrust in but ended up staring at her pussy for a moment. Curiosity from last week—I hadn't seen it then. The room's brightness revealed every wrinkle in stark detail. Her plump, parted slit was a vivid dark red, glistening with a trickle of clear fluid.
Already wet. Sophia's excited too.
That made me happy. Proof she wasn't hating this. Confident now, I pushed my cock in deep.
Squish.
It glided smoothly to the hilt, no resistance.
"Ah... Ahh..."
Sophia let out a low moan. Drenched in pleasure myself, words slipped out unfiltered.
"Wetter than last time. Feels great."
"Ahng...!"
Her waist arched down, and her pussy clenched hard. The walls squeezed my cock from all sides, resisting expulsion. Tight as hell.
Once granted entry, no rebellion allowed. I gripped her waist and slammed home, starting piston thrusts without pause.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Hahk, ah, no...!"
She panted, shaking her head side to side. Was the thrill of a young cock—over ten years her junior—invading her too much? She resisted desperately, as if denying the emotions swelling in her chest.
"Ooh... Ngh! Ungh...! Gentle..., please gentle...! Ahh, ahng!"
"Does it hurt?"
"N-no, not that, but it's... sensitive somehow... Ungh...!"
She struggled to continue.
"W-we're not here to enjoy it. So keep it... quiet. Hng, khk! Heut!"
Quiet? Sex quietly? Whatever. I'd just be polite and steady.
Smack! Smack!
The room stayed silent for a while, filled only by the slap of our flesh. Sophia clamped her hands over her mouth, stifling moans as best she could. Each thrust shoved her body forward, her bra-bound tits—grape-like mounds—jiggling along.
Fondling those would be killer. My upper lip dried out; I licked it. Her heaving breasts had been teasing me from below. Soaked in pussy pleasure, they looked even more luscious. Just one squeeze...
She'd get mad if I touched, right? She hadn't removed her bra when stripping her panties. Why leave it on? Seeing her nipples would have been some consolation.
Such thoughts swirled as I came inside Sophia's pussy.
Spurt, spurt.
"Whew, all done."
"Good work."
"Came a lot again, huh? Sorry."
"Yeah, well... you're healthy. Can't be helped."
We cleaned up afterward and left the inn. Walking side by side, I mused inwardly.
After adventuring, on the way home... maybe I can see her tits?
For some reason, I felt expectant.