This story takes place within the context of a consensual freeuse relationship.

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Mondays are long. A draining drag into the early evening.

But then there’s Olivia.

Waiting like such a good girl. Well, not exactly waiting, more like, existing. And god, am I lucky that she does that.

Door open. Coat off. There she is, lounging on the couch with a messy topknot, no makeup, and her favorite pair of “house shorts.” Fucking perfection. Doesn’t take long until she’s opening her mouth and biting against my thumb.

"Good girl. I’ve been waiting all fucking day for this."

It’s long. Thick. But certainly nothing in comparison to what's throbbing against my jeans. God, I want it inside her. In her wet mouth. Right fucking now.

My hand slips down, stroking my bulge while I slip my index finger into Olivia’s mouth. I push deeper next to my thumb, wanting to test her gag reflex.

Ungh, uff, phlick.

"That's fucking it." My voice turns more aggressive; just barely under control. I can feel spit forming between my fingers as I push to the back of her throat. "Gag for me. Give me a little preview."

Treating her like this is making me wild. I push my fingers back and forth, fucking her throat the same way I finger her pussy. "That's it. Suck on them. Just like that. Can you take it a little deeper?" My free hand slips down to her ass. I grab it like I own it as I push my bulge against her stomach.

"Feel that? That's next. Get on your knees. Pretty please." I’m always so nice. I know that Olivia appreciates my excellent manners.

She rolls off the couch, hair threatening to break loose of her scrunchie. She pulls her shirt up–the classic visage of Leatherface today–to show me her tits.

“Wanna see?” She shakes her hips.

“Always.” I smirk. My hand on the back of her head, threading my fingers through her hair and pulling back slightly, forcing her eyes to look up, around my bulge.

"Fuck, you look so good down there, Olivia. Under my cock." I click my tongue to punctuate the sentence. Push her forward, her face running against my olive chinos. I rub her lips back and forth along my thick shaft.

“I think you’re a little worked up today, Sir.” Her lips spreading into a smile as she starts to suck me through the fabric.

"Fucking always with you. God. I need it in your wet mouth. Unbuckle my belt. Take it out. Please.”

“Such a gentleman,” she teases with her hand on the brass clasp. Off. Unzip.

My erection immediately emerges, straining against my black boxer-briefs. I'm thick, so fucking hard, that they're stretched practically translucent. There's a wet spot from precum. I shift my hips forward, pressing the straining, swollen tip against her lips.

I tease her, running my thumb along the top of my waist band. "You ready to see it, babe?"

She nods, bites her lip, wiggles her hips, paws at my boxers and–

I wrap my thumb over my waistband and push it down. Fucking finally it falls free, colliding wetly with her nose, leaving a sticky strand precum that breaks as soon as her tongue darts out to lick my frenulum.

I lean back, exhaling in satisfaction as her lips finally close around my throbbing cockhead. Wet and warm and soft, but just tight enough to make me want to push further.

My fingers flex against her scalp. "Fuck. That's it. That's fucking it."

The other hand slips down her chest, thrashing at her top, pulling it back up. I slide my hand underneath it, grasping her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolling it.

"Go deeper. Get your lips over my cockhead. Get it wet. Very fucking wet, sweetheart. I want to feel your lips over every last inch of my cock.”

I give her nipple a slight, but meaningful tug. The kind that says "this is about to get more intense." And she fucking knows it. Sits up straighter. Eyes dart up to mine. Sucks harder. Deeper. Faster.

My hand on the back of her head. Pushing now. Thrusting forward. "Swallow it, babygirl." My voice gruff, hurried. “I need my cock down your throat now. Deeper. Take it deeper."

Pushing harder. God, her mouth is so fucking small and I can't wait to fill it all up.

"There's so much more to suck. I know you can do it. Push a little further. Take more. Drool on me. Don’t be afraid to get sloppy. You know I like that.”

I move my other hand to her head, now grabbing her hair with both hands, pulling back. My cock pops free from her lips, resting against them as spit bubbles form. "Listen, babe, this is going to get a little rough. But don't worry, you know I’m always gentle when it counts."

There's a pause. I'm letting her savor it, spit running down her chin as she anticipates it.

SCHWICK

Cock in her throat. Hips thrusting. In and out. In and out. My cock throbbing as I bury it down her throat.

GLUCK GLUCK GLUCK

The sounds of a perfect fucking angel.

SLURP, GLUP, GLUP

I grunt as I push Olivia back against the wall. Her eyes widen and then shut. Her tongue out. Running along the underside of my shaft. Tickling my balls as I push as deep as I can inside her.

One hand against the wall above her, using it as leverage as I lean forward, my weight pushing behind my cock as I keep it up. Heavy and slow. Then fast and rough. So much fucking saliva. Dripping down my thighs. Pouring down her chin. Thick globs running like honey between her tits.

I'm getting close. Closer. So fucking close. God, it feels so fucking good to just absolutely let go. And I know Olivia is right there with me, sinking into that space where she stops thinking and only feels. That dreamy, subby headspace. Her hand between her thighs. She’s shivering. All goosebumps. Slipping and sliding over her needy clit.

In another inch.

I’m right there. Looking down at her. In and out. In and out. I can’t fucking stand it. Watching my cock disappear inside her mouth. Her throat distending as she takes it like the most perfect fucking girl in the world.

She’s rubbing fast. Eyes closed tight. Lurching towards completion.

“Gonna cum?” I barely manage. Still fucking her face.

She nods. Doesn’t stop sucking. Going, going, going, my hand tight in her hair until–

FUCK

A thick, sticky rope of cum shooting down her throat.

Another.

Her thighs squeezing together in a shaking mess of exertion. Whole body vibrating around me while I fill her mouth.

Still sliding in and out of your throat even as my cock convulses.

More cum.

She almost loses balance. Hand on her shoulder. Steadying her. One last convulsion. I can feel her swallowing it all. Every last drop. God, it feels fucking incredible.

Cock plopping out. Falling against her chin. I’m panting. She’s panting. Legs slick with soaking need.

“Good girl,” I manage. Pulling her up, holding her against me. My cock convulses again, another sticky strand of cum running down her inner thigh, joining her own wetness.

“Thank you, Sir,” nuzzling into me. Still shivering. My hand massaging the back of her neck, easing her out of it.

Impeccable.

Maybe Mondays ain’t so bad.