Thank you for the feedback. All characters are of age of consent. This story gets a bit wild and so much more to come.
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Part 3
The morning light crept into the bedroom through the blinds. Two bodies laid in bed intertwined. Fatima held Joe tightly as her head rested on his chest. Her hands over his belly, her oozing sex rubbing on his hips, and her legs over his semi erect cock. The digital clock on the nightstand just changed to 9 am. The alarm sounds.
Joe swatted his hand to turn off the alarm. Fatima stirred. The alarm was not going to wake her. Joe, however, was escaping slumber. With one eye open, he felt the soft and comforting wrap around him. With his one awake eye, he looked down on the magnificent creature snuggled on to him. He smiled and gently rubbed his hand over her back. She stirred again, this time she rubbed her leg over his now engorging cock. Joe felt his cock springing to life. He was getting his morning wood.
In no time, it was fully erect. Hard, throbbing, and in need of relief. Joe shifted and started to turn towards Fatima. With a gentle nudge, Joe shifted Fatima onto her side and onto her back. Fatima tried to return back to her comfort zone, but Joe resisted. He held her back and started to turn her on to her side until her butt was facing his hard pointing cock. He had one goal in mind, to bury his cock deep into her pussy and complete the 'cum dump', a build up of cum overnight.
Once Joe maneuvered Fatima on to her side, he slowly caressed her hips and pushed her back to him. His cock was so stiff, it hurt. It needed to get into her, it was searching for her opening. It did not have to search long. The cock found its target quickly and sprang into action. Joe moved himself onto this side and positioned himself. The tip of his now throbbing pole rubbed against her opening. Joe held the base of his cock and rubbed the tip against the slit. Fatima responded by humming. Her voice could melt butter. Joe expected the pussy to offer resistance, instead, to his great joy, the tunnel was well lubricated. It was wet like a swimming pool. It took him no effort and within a few gentle thrusts, the tip of his cock was inside Fatima's pussy. Joe reached over and grabbed her hips again to pull her into him. With his free hand, he brushed away Fatima's hair from her shoulder and begun nibbling.
Fatima felt a rigid pole shove into her. The jolt of pain was sudden but it was quickly replaced by enormous pleasure. She involuntarily pushed back and slide further down the rigid pole.
"Oh my god," She thought sleepily, "it feels harder than last night."
Fatima started to feel bites on her shoulder. She was awake now. Opening her yes fully, she saw the window with the light streaming in through the blinds. She drew a long inhale and could smell so much sex in the room. She felt the bed, not only was it not hers, it had wet spots. She pushed back further and further and further. Finally, she reached Joe's cock root. She exhaled all the air she had in her trying to accommodate the giant pole inside her.
She let out a gasp, "Ooohhhhhh.... ohhhhhhh, babe."
The sounds alerted Joe that Fatima was awake. He also acknowledged that he was fully into her. Joe brought his hadn't up to her chest and squeezed her perky tits.
He whispered into her ear, "Good Morning Fatima."
"MmMMMmm, Good morning master," Fatima cooed.
Joe went back to chewing and nibbling on Fatima's shoulder and neck. Her hips thrust upwards burying his cock deep into her tunnels. She returned with thrusts of her own, she was pushing back and grinding with each of his thrusts. Joe used one hand to squeeze her tits and the other, now, to pull on her hair. Fatima could feel her head move backward. The hand playing with her tits stopped. It slowly made its way up to clasp down on her neck. She sensed the inevitable, she was going to get fucked hard and choked soon. She got wet.
Joe steadied himself and drew a deep breath. He slowly inched out the stiff rod he had buried deep in Fatima. He exhaled and bit down hard between her shoulder and neck. He started fucking her, hard. Slowly clasping his hands he was now thrusting in and out of her, without a care. He didn't care if he was hurting her. He didn't care if she could not breathe. All he cared about was cumming inside this cum dumpster.
The room was filled will the sound of two bodies thumping. The bed was shaking from the force Joe used to fuck Fatima. Her juices flowed freely lubricating his cock. The sloshing sound could be heard next door. Fatima felt so many emotions all at the same time. She grabbed a fistful of bedsheet trying to absorb the impact. Jolts of electricity coarse through her and her feet spasmed involuntarily. She felt something familiar build inside her with each blow from the rigid pole. She was cumming.
"UUUUhhhhh, Uhhhhhh, Uhhhh, uhhh, UUUhhhh, Uhhhhh."
The room filled with Fatima's moans. She could barely breathe. Her brain was in overdrive.
"Fuck, ohhhhh Uhhhh, Uhhhhh, uuhhhh, oh, fuck, uhhhhh, uhhh," she was screaming.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she croaked out.
There was a sense of urgency from Joe. The boner he had in the morning was so hard it would hurt. Normally he lasts longer, but in the mornings, he always completes his cum dump quickly. He just needed to cum. It is something his parents taught him. His father did not start his day without cum dump.
With one loud roar, Joe slammed himself into her one last time and shot ropes of cum inside her. Joe tried to bury his cock deep inside her, as far as he could push into her. He didn't ask her if she was on birth control or if it was safe. He didn't care. She was his cum dumpster. He slowly released her neck.
Fatima was whimpering and shaking as she surfed the orgasmic wave washing through her body. He kissed her cheek while his cock was still buried in her.
"That's a good cum dump. I am going to expect more of this from now," he whispered into her ear.
They stayed tangled for several more moments, exchanging kisses, nibbles and promises to be in the same state again. After a while they detached and started getting ready. It was a weekday and Fatima was running late for work.
Fatima ran into the washroom as stream of fluid gushed out of pussy. Joe made his way into the kitchen.
Fatima remained naked when she walked out of the washroom into the hallway, searching for the piece of cloth she was wearing. She looked at Joe, he was wearing a pair of boxers and busy putting together something in the kitchen. She bent over to pick up the dress and felt lighting pain.
"Oh, what was that," she thought to herself.
Somewhere in her mind, she was reminded, she had anal last night. This brought a quick smile. It's going to hurt for the next few days.
As she dressed Joe walked out of the kitchen. He had a zip lock bag with him. It was a sandwich. Fatima looked up and saw the bag.
"Ah, what's this?" Fatima asked with a smile.
"Something for the road," Joe replied. He stepped forward and kissed her.
"I would make something more for you, but I know you are running late."
"This is great, thank you," Fatima felt butterflies in her belly.
Through the pain, the anxiety of being late to work, and exhaustion, Fatima realized she was also hungry. This was strange as she didn't really like breakfast. She took the bag, however and prepared to leave.
As she opened the door, she felt overwhelming sadness take over her. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay. She wanted to be with him. She wanted him to fuck her again, and again, and again. She wanted him to rip her apart, put her back, and rip her apart again. She turned around and saw him looking at her. She closed the gap and hugged him.
"I...I... I want to stay," she said nervously, knowing how vulnerable she was at that moment.
Joe held her tightly. He knew she was his now.
"Don't worry, I am not going anywhere. Like I said in bed, I expect this from now," He said as they looked at each other. They kissed. She turned and left.
Joe tidied up around the unit. Angie would be arriving soon. Joe received an alert on his phone notifying him that Angie's flight was delayed. This was a good thing, he didn't have to explain Fatima, yet. He was conflicted about seeing Angie. He knew, unlike Isabella, who was nurturing and caring, or Albert who was methodical and diabolical, Angie was wild, unrestrained, and unpredictable. She lost her virginity as soon as she could and use her sex appeal to her advantage at every opportunity. She realized from a young age that she was never going to outsmart Isabella or play political and strategy games like Albert.
Angie was intelligent in her own way and so she forged her own path. Using her creative and entrepreneurial spirit, Angie enrolled in the marketing program at the city university. She already had a solid base of followers in social media doing some blogging or vlogging, or something. Joe didn't know details but what he did know was that she was now looking to take the next step. Joe wondered how she would react to Fatima.
Cleaning up the apartment was Joe's least favourite job. He was constantly cleaning his workstation and the area around him in the kitchen. The last thing he wanted to do was clean up the apartment. Despite his preference, his obsessive compulsion to keep things perfect drove him to override his annoyance over cleaning activity. Tiding the bed, Joe witnessed the mess leftover from fucking Fatima last night. This triggered a memory where he remembered the first time he saw something like that, it was shortly after the events at the Tanchetti.
Joe did not bring up what happened at the Tanchetti's with his parents. He still didn't know how to approach it. They were adults, and they were doing, adult, things. Joe kept a low profile and started working at a nearby grocery store. Things were good. The job kept him busy and the extra cash he earned, he saved. The plan was to save enough and run away. His plan was not ironclad it was something that kept him going.
There was the matter of Shirley Yang. She messaged Joe from time to time, Joe avoided her messages. He did not respond to the texts, the calls, or the notes she left on his door. At one point, she even spoke to his mom.
About 3 months since witnessing the orgy fiasco, Joe returned home after a long day at the grocery store, to find his parents waiting for him in the kitchen.
Jane was in her robe and nightie underneath, probably Joe assumed. Whilst Dan was wearing sweatpants and a shirt. Joe saw them, shouted out his presence, and tried to set a course upstairs into his room. The goal was to avoid them.
"Joey, come join us in the kitchen," His mom said. Her voice was always soothing to him. Joe could never say no to his mom.
"Hey, you are up. What's going on?" Joe tried to act nonchalant and open the fridge. He was going to pretend to get food or something.
"Your dad and I were just waiting for you. How was your day?" Jane asked.
"You were waiting for me? Am I in trouble?" Joe asked looking at them.
"I think you need to sit down, son," His dad finally spoke.
