Diana's Day
"You're poking me, Sir," Diana says in mock protest as I awake. I soon realize that she's referring to my "morning wood."
"I have to pee- BAD," I say, with more urgency than I intended. Diana scampers out of the way and watches admiringly as I traipse to the bathroom, my prick standing at attention all the way.
Mary calls us from the hallway, "Hey you two sleepyheads, breakfast is ready now. Come and get it."
Diana scurries into the bathroom ahead of me and sits down to pee. I look her way and she asks, "Sir, are you going to watch me relieve myself? A girl needs her privacy."
"Well, Diana, you barged in here while I was getting ready to pee," I reply, "and you'll probably want to watch me pee as soon as I can get my erection to go down- something that your presence is not making any easier."
Diana looks serious as she inquires, "Mr. Steve, do you always have a hard-on in the morning?"
"I wake up this way because my bladder is full. I need relax first so it goes down enough. Otherwise I'd miss the toilet and hit the wall," I explain.
Wiping her pussy after peeing, Diana simply says, "I think it's hot."
I need to wait until she's out of the bathroom before I can take a leak. I quickly brush my teeth and decide to forego shaving today- unless Diana complains about the stubble.
I join Diana and the other ladies at the breakfast bar. The menu is French toast, fruit, juice and coffee. Diana has a big appetite and so do I. We each finish seconds and then head into the living room. I'm hot, horny and ready for lovin'.
Diana stops halfway across the living room, turns toward me and says in a mock pouty tone, "Oh, Mr. Steve, look what happened at breakfast- I'm so sloppy, I dripped syrup onto my tits, my tummy and even onto my pussy. How am I going to get that sticky stuff cleaned off?"
On that cue, I drop to my knees facing her and begin "syrup removal duty." I lavish long strokes with my tongue on her firm belly and her awesome tits. I make sure to cover way more area than the few drops of syrup.
She shudders when I lick her puffy nipples, so I take each one in turn and suck them hard. Her back arches and she quivers under my touch. Leaning down further, I grab her round ass and stick my tongue between her thighs to wash the sticky stuff from her smooth pussy.
Diana pushes my head back, saying, "If you do that here, I'll collapse onto the floor. Take me to the sofa where you can lick me really good, Sir."
Her wish is my command. I stand and put my hands on her bum, pull her towards me and lift her up. Instantly she wraps her legs around me and lets out a squeal. My hardening prick brushes her pussy and she jumps and moans in response.
I set her ass on the arm of the sofa and gently push her back so she's reclining. I kneel again and immediately start licking her sweet, wet pussy.
"I can't tell the difference between the syrup and your sweet pussy juice, Diana. I'm gonna have to lick it all up," I tease.
She thrusts her pussy up towards me and I jam my face into her crotch. She fists my hair and cries out in exaltation. Reaching past her arms I pinch both of her nipples with my fingers and tug on them. She goes wild, bucking, and moaning.
In a moment, she begins wave after wave of sweet orgasm. As the waves recede Diana pushes my head away and collapses limp onto the sofa. As she regains her composure Diana slurs, "You sure know how to please a girl, Mr. Steve."
I simply say, "One does what one can."
I join Diana, reclining beside her on the sofa expecting to rest a little. She has other ideas. She reaches for my cock, grabs it and gives it a pull.
"Hey, easy on the equipment, girl," I admonish.
She quickly sits up and says- "I'll show you how I handle equipment, Sir. I can be pretty hard on it."
I can't see her mouth by now, but I can hear the smirk in her voice. Diana straddles my head with her knees and faces towards my feet. I am rewarded with a close-up view of her recently ravaged snatch, all swollen and wet. I lift my head to take a lick and she moves quickly, denying access.
"Look but don't lick, Sir. It's your turn to be pleasured." She covers my cock with her mouth and grips its base with the circle of her thumb and index finger. She finds a good rhythm and I begin thrusts, gentle at first but building in intensity.
Seconds go by, or is it minutes. I'm too overcome to tell time. Soon I am breathing heavily and hardening further. Diana pulls her mouth off my dick and I start to protest.
She tells me, "I want you to come all over my face, Sir. Please stand up and move to the back of the sofa."
I do as she says and lean my butt against the sofa for support. She's on her knees and sucking and stoking me instantly. I tilt my head back, close my eyes and take in the sensations.
"Look at me," she says while stroking my cock in a combination back-and-forth and circular motion. I look down at her beautiful face as she coaxes me, "Cum for me baby, cover my face."
I'm over the edge in a heartbeat, surging jizz uncontrollably from my manhood. She guides my pulses so that her forehead, cheeks, lips and chin each receive a share. When my orgasm has finished, Diana blinks at me through cum-clouded eyes and simply says, "Thank you for coming over, Sir."
Erin is passing through the living room, trying not to spy on our activities.
