This story is fiction based loosely on people, places and events mostly from my life. I strongly suggest that you read the previous chapters before you read this one.
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DaniSub
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I woke up in bed next to Keith, who was still asleep. That was unusual because Keith was normally up before me. I was snuggled up to him with my cute little bare ass up against his hard naked cock -- we both sleep naked. I know, most men wake up with a hard on, and it has nothing to do with sexual desire. Still, I like to believe Keith wakes up hard because he has me naked in his bed. That's my story and I'm stickin' to it!
As he woke up, he pulled me even closer to him grinding his hard cock between the cheeks of my ass. He kissed me on my neck just behind my ear sending tingles down my spine and said, "Good Morning, Kitten."
He got out of bed and turned to look at me saying, "I'd rather stay in bed with you, but I do have to go to the airport." I turned and watched his broad back, trim waist, cute tight ass and muscled legs as he walked to the bathroom. I really wanted to jump out of bed and join him in the shower but he was right, we did have to get going.
I threw off the covers and stretched raising my arms above my head, arching my back, bending one leg at the knee and stretching the other leg as far as I could pointing my toe. Suddenly it occurred to me. Keith was right; I do stretch like a cat. And I do cuddle up to him worming myself into a comfortable position. No wonder he calls me "Kitten".
I've lived with me all my life and I never noticed that. He says when I'm sleeping, curled up next to him, I breathe so softly it sounds like I'm purring. While we met seven months ago, we've only been together about a month, and he already knows more about me than I do. He really does notice everything. No wonder he knows exactly how to push my sexual buttons.
The shower was running and I got out of bed and started picking out my clothes for work. By the time I finished, Keith was out of the shower and in the bedroom with a towel wrapped around his waist getting his clothes out. I went into the bathroom and started my shower and Keith called in to me saying that he was going down to make breakfast and to meet him in the kitchen.
I finished my shower, dried off and put on my bathrobe, the white one with "Heather" on it, and went down to eat. We went over things that needed to be done while he was away and he again mentioned that he wants me with him if he is going to be away for more than one night. It gives me a warm feeling knowing that he hates not having me with him.
I went up to get dressed and Keith packed a few last minute items into his suitcase. He called me over to the armoire and showed me two butt plugs. Just looking at them made my little asshole quiver. One was the one he used on me last night, five inches long and at least five inches around. The other was six inches long and almost six inches around. I thought that it would never fit up my ass, but Keith was at least nine inches long and bigger around than the big butt plug.
He said that he wanted me to use the butt plug from last night for at least four hours today and the bigger one for at least four hours on Wednesday and Thursday. I was blushing thinking about shoving those things up my ass all by myself. Keith said that if he was going to fuck me up the ass, I had to get myself ready.
That, of course, didn't help the blushing, and the thought of him sticking his cock up my ass was humiliating but it did get me wet between my legs. I was sure it would hurt, at least to start with, but I was looking forward to him being able to take me any way he wanted me and he wouldn't do it until he was sure I was stretched enough to avoid any chance of injuring me.
We drove to the airport, Keith kissed me goodbye; went in to catch his plane and I drove to work. I had never driven a car like this before. It was so powerful and quiet. It had more buttons, dials, switches, lights and gauges than a jet airplane. Being a woman, I stuck to the basics, speedometer and radio. Besides, except for driving to the airport to pick up Keith on Thursday, I didn't think I would be driving it much anyway.
I got to the office and went up to the executive suite and let myself in. It was lonely and didn't seem so special without Keith there. But, there was plenty of work to do so I got busy.
Phil stopped up a little after nine to make sure everything was okay. I remembered the key combinations on the computer to see who was at the entrance and to let him in. He said that if I needed anything to call him right away. He kissed me on the forehead like he was my big brother. Hard to believe a few days ago he was helping five other men strip me naked. Keith said that the men treat the subs with the utmost respect when not at a "meeting" and Phil certainly seemed to be proof of that.
Tina called around ten or so saying that Phil had told her that Keith was away for a few days and that I was alone in the new executive offices. She suggested lunch and I told her that I would rather stay here in case Keith called and needed anything for his meetings. She asked if there was a place to sit and eat in the executive offices and I told her about the lunch room. She said that was perfect. She would pick up lunch and we could eat there if that was okay.
I thought that was a great idea and she said she would be there around twelve or so. As soon as I hung up the phone, Keith called and said that was in San Francisco. The flight was good; he picked up the rental car and was on the way to his hotel. He had some papers to go through and his first meeting was at two. He said he missed me already and I told him that I missed him, too.
Things were quiet and I found out how to put the radio on the intercom system so I could listen to music while I worked. I was blasting through the piled up work and getting everything filed properly when the buzzer for the door sounded. I went to my computer and it was Tina. I couldn't believe it was almost twelve-thirty already.
I buzzed her in and went out into the hall so she would know which office was mine. She had on a white bare midriff blouse tied under her obviously braless 36C tits. Barely there blue short shorts that left vast amounts of her belly beneath her belly button exposed and blue four inch high heels. She just exuded sex.
I showed her back to the lunch room and she started emptying the bags she was carrying. As we emptied the bags and put out the food, and a bottle of wine, I told her I loved how sexy she looked in her outfit and asked if that is how she dressed at home. "Don't be silly," she laughed, "Phil doesn't let me wear clothes at home unless we are having company."
My mouth fell open and Tina waved me to a chair at the table and started to open the wine. "Girlfriend," she said, suddenly developing an African-American accent, "We gotta talk." We both started laughing and I knew we were going to be close friends.
Tina was very open about her relationship with Phil. She told me that Phil and Keith had started the group that had stripped, spanked and felt me up on Saturday night. She said that she had been their "guest of honor" on five occasions and while it was humiliating and often painful, she loved it every time.