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I was naked and cold and was somehow standing in my old studio apartment. Trevor was naked in my bed and Brandon was sitting on the sofa with his pants down, slowly stroking his hard cock.

“I want to watch you give Brandon a blow job,” Trevor whispered in a manner that seemed to echo in the room.

I looked over at Brandon whose hand was wrapped firmly around his dick as he confidently stroked it. My instincts implored me to kneel before Brandon again and make Trevor happy, but I couldn’t move.

A figure appeared to my left. It was Courtney. She was naked and as she walked past me all my bodily insecurities rose to the surface again. Courtney’s tits were still perfect and perky. They had not begun to sag with the pull of gravity. Courtney’s stomach was slim and firm; a contrast to the loose skin that had begun to form on my midsection. I watched Courtney kneel between Brandon, just as I had. As she bent over and placed her head down onto his lap, her ass swayed slowly back and forth as if to taunt me. Courtney’s ass had no blemishes, no pimples, no hair. Her ass was small but not shapeless. My eyes traced the lines of Courtney’s ass cheeks, out to her hips, down to her thighs, and back up between her legs. There sat her perfect pussy, as if framed by the rest of her body for showcase in a museum. She was smoothly shaved, and her tidy labia was certainly most men’s idea of the perfect pussy.

I looked down at my own, observing the hairy, disheveled state it was in. My pubic hair was slightly erratic as if it had just rolled out of bed after a long night out.

When I looked back up, Courtney was already walking over to Trevor. Internally I begged her not to join Trevor in bed. I still considered him mine. I still struggled with the idea that he chose Courtney over me. Yet as I watched Courtney lower herself onto Trevor’s dick, I remained voiceless. I could sense the love between them as she sensually collected the length of him inside of her over and over again. Then, as if there was a glitch in the matrix, she was at the kitchen counter, naked and leaning over to snort a line of blow. Courtney then sauntered over to me, both of us naked, facing each other. She did not smile or frown. Her mouth was closed and her face was emotionless.

Courtney brought her hand to her mouth and spit out a small pool of cum. She reached forward and wiped it from my right breast down to my left hip. With her other hand, Courtney reached between her legs and collected another pool of cum. Once again, she reached forward, this time wiping the cum from my left breast to my right hip, as if to make an X. Then, as if possessed, I felt her eyes view my soul gaining access to all of my experiences and secrets for a fleeting moment. It shook me and I began to tremble. Courtney’s eyes showed a mix of disgust and sadness before she leaned in and whispered, “Goodbye Kel.”

No sooner than she left, Jay had replaced her in front of me.

“Kelly!” Jay said placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Kelly!” he repeated louder, shaking my shoulder even harder.

“KELLY!”

My eyes opened and I shot up, exposing my tits which had likely been covered by the blanket which was now laying on the floor.

“Fuck Kelly. Are you okay?”

It was Owen, standing next to the sofa in nothing but a towel, his hand resting on my shoulder.

I looked around, confused, before recalling the events, and sex from the night before. I had been dreaming.

“I’m okay,” I lied, my anxiety still spiking from the nightmare.

“That was some nightmare. I could hear your crying and groaning from the shower!”

“I’m sorry. Why are you up so early?”

“It’s seven in the morning Kelly. That’s not that early for us normal folks.”

“What time did we go to bed?” I asked.

“You fell asleep around three in the morning, right after we had sex,” Owen said with a smirk.

“And you?”

“I wasn’t comfortable so I got up, reluctantly put a blanket over you, and slept in my own bed. Although…I may have snuck back in a time or two to fix the blanket,” Owen laughed.

“That’s so creepy,” I smiled nervously up at him, lost in the haze of sleep and anxiety.

“Anyway, I am going to get dressed. I can drop you off at your car on your way to work.”

“You have to work today?”

“Yeah. It’s Wednesday. Most people work Wednesdays. It’s hump day though so halfway there!”

I didn’t want to be alone. I thought if Roger was busy today and whether it was frowned upon for a girl to simply take an elevator a few floors down to trade rooms and men.

“Take the day off,” I pleaded as I spun my legs around to sit normally on the couch, nakedly looking up at Owen.

“I can’t,” Owen claimed.

My hands reached up and yanked at his towel, easily loosening it enough to drop to the floor. I didn’t want to be alone and I knew exactly how to maintain business. Luckily, it also served as a soothing exercise for my anxiety.

Owen’s dick was small, maybe an inch and a half soft. I was all the time intrigued by the size disparity of dicks from soft to hard. I knew Owen’s dick wasn’t small. I experienced it fully hard last night. Yet here it was, hanging lifeless and small in front of my face.

I grabbed the base with my right hand and leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock while looking up at him. I then lifted his soft dick up, kissing and licking his balls which, currently, were much more prominent than his cock. I licked from his balls to the base of his cock, up the shaft which quickly began to grow. I brought my mouth to the head of his cock once again, this time flicking it with my tongue before putting my mouth around the head, and just the head. I sucked on it while tracing my tongue around the ridge over and over and over. Owen’s cock head was pronounced and the feel of the ridge against my tongue was erotic. My hand instinctively reached between my legs and felt my wetness before sliding up and finding my clitoris.

I looked up at Owen as I took all six and a half inches of him without problem. The expression on his face indicated he was already close to coming.

I increased the intensity of pressure on my clitoris and was close to coming when Owen shot five distinct squirts of cum into my mouth. Owen pulled his dick out of my mouth and grabbed his towel, but I wasn’t done yet.

I propped my feet up onto the sofa and continued to rub myself. I was close and wanted to finish. Rather, I needed to finish. I had Owen’s attention, as I should. I reached down and spread my labia, giving him a showcase of my pussy. I slipped one, then two, then three fingers inside of me with a moan and proceeded to finger fuck myself. While I liked giving Owen a show, I needed to cum. My fingers returned to my clitoris and brought myself to climax as only I could.

My muscles relaxed and I curled up on the sofa to gather myself – caught off-guard by how open I had just allowed myself to be.

“If I take off work…there’s more of that?” Owen asked.

“Bring me my purse,” I directed Owen.

Owen did as told and I sat up once again. I reached into my purse and pulled out a small bag of cocaine. I then grabbed my key and scooped a small mound of white powder on its edge. The mound quickly disappeared up my right nostril. I stood up, my tits swaying and capturing Owen’s attention as I struggled to discover my footing.

My hand reached down and massaged Owen’s softening cock.

“There’s a lot more of that. Except better.”

NSFW: yes

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