I stirred awake when the muscular thigh that my head was resting on shifted a little. It gave me a bit of warmth in what was otherwise a somewhat cool room, especially given that I only had on a pair of lacy-edged lime green cheeky panties, with a real emphasis on cheeky -- the vast majority of my butt was exposed to the cool air.
Instinctively, I reached up to warm myself in the way I was now most well-equipped to: by grabbing the huge slab of cock resting by my head, and stroking it slowly.
Ethan began to wake up too, just as his cock was. The blood flowed into it and it quickly hardened, towering over my head, and I began licking his balls to speed up the process.
"It's always nice to get it over with first thing in the morning, eh? Jess used to feel the same", Ethan joked.
The references to Jess gave me a lot of mixed feelings. Thinking of how I used to watch my girlfriend suck on and be completely fucked by this monster cock turned me on now more than ever.
At the same time, I still experienced some feelings of jealousy about how this man had basically taken my girlfriend right in front of my face, but to be honest, those jealous pangs were part of what turned me on so much.
On the other side, though, I was increasingly jealous of Ethan and Jess' relationship -- jealous of Jess' spot, out of what had grown into a carnal deep-seated desire to be Ethan's main bitch, his number one fuck toy, the primary little fucking slut in his life.
I perked my ass up in my competitive spirit and wiggled it slightly to get Ethan's attention. He took the bait, and pulled on my panties until they were fully wedged between my cheeks, and then gave my bum a sharp spank.
We also had a new arrangement, or rather a renewal of an old arrangement. While Jess was still away on her prolonged work trip, I had taken her place with her original agreement with Ethan. Every day for the last week, I had been sucking Ethan's cock.
It was beyond invigorating to be servicing him every single day. I felt the most alive I had in my life. I can't even tell you what proportion of the last week I had spent rock fucking hard, how many times I had cum just from sucking on this fucking fat cock.
My identity outside of being a grade-A cockslut was starting to erode. Earlier in the week, I had been on a Zoom call for work in the common area of our apartment, and it was one of the few times I'd actually worn something over my (increasingly skimpier and skimpier) panties.
It was a large call, and as one of maybe 30 people on the line, I didn't have to do much speaking in this meeting. I nodded along at every salient point being made, looking very professional in my button-up shirt. Nobody on the call could imagine the slutty underwear I had on undearneath this business casual attire, or that my mind was glued on thoughts of gagging on the huge smooth cock I knew was somewhere in the apartment.
And speak of the devil -- over my laptop screen I could see Ethan leave his bedroom, his perfect abs just visible above the top of my screen as he began to walk toward me.
I continued nodding, although my eyes were now firmly fixed on the sexy hunk approaching me. Ethan came right up to my computer, and I got a glimpse around the side to see his naked hip down his muscular leg. He was completely naked, standing just on the other side of my screen. My dick shot straight up under my thong and strained against my chinos.
I kept nodding to the great fantastic points being made by colleagues but my jaw started to quiver. My need for cock was starting to bubble up to the surface. That's when Ethan turned and swung his hips, and *something* thumped against my laptop screen, causing it to visibly shake.
He did this another couple times, each knock against the screen stoking the fire that was growing within me. If others on the call were looking, they would've just seen my screen shake slightly, but couldn't have known how much this was driving me insane.
I turned off my mic, and whispered to Ethan "It's an important meeting, I can't leave it."
"Turn the camera off and just listen, then," he quickly responded.
I hesitated, then looked down at my screen to click the icon to turn my laptop camera off. I was now theoretically in private, as far as work was concerned. Ethan didn't have to see my screen to know I had to obey, and barked "Strip."
I hesitated some more, nervously double-checking the icons to make sure my mic and camera were definitely off. Alright, they must be...
I quickly took off my shirt, and more reluctantly pulled my pants down. I was standing in front of the screen now dressed only in a VERY low-coverage thong with the words "Party Girl" emblazoned across the scant covering for my dick.
The extreme anxiety that my webcam could potentially be broadcasting this to everyone I worked with somehow (despite a triple-checking of the icon clearly showing the camera as being off) started to make room for a desperate giddiness at what I knew was coming.
Ethan walked around to my side of the screen, his massive erection knocking the screen one more time, and stopped next to me, saying only "Down."
I was halfway to my knees before he even finished the order, hands on his hips, and after a quick quadruple-checking of the cam and mic icons, I shoved my face into his crotch, lapping up his heavy balls, my tongue reaching as far back behind them as I could before circling all the way up to the base of his cock.
This was easily the most thrilling obligatory blowjob to come from our agreement so far, my heart pounding as I grabbed his muscular ass with one hand, his thick meaty cock with the other, and began licking and sucking his huge smooth head.
"Wow, you really are a Party Girl," he said, leading to a quintuple-checking of the mic and cam.
By the time I had this man meat as far into my mouth as I was able to, though, the concerns parted and my mind was once again on a singular track.
Putting a large hand gently on the side of my head, Ethan reared his head back and began to shoot burst after burst of hot cum down my throat, something that I was quickly becoming accustomed to and, if I can be honest, was excelling at taking.
I squealed a girlish squeal, now long past the point where I even subconsciously tried to make my moans sound deeper or more masculine. I knew my place, and I genuinely was enjoying it.
I stood up after swallowing, and Ethan, noticing the rigid tent in the front of my thong, grabbed it with a warm manly hand and lightly pulled a couple times, commenting "Good job, Party Girl."
The light touch and the pointedly emasculating compliment were all it took to push me over the edge, and I shook as I stood there, cumming into my tiny thong a foot from my laptop camera.
When I was clearly finished, Ethan pulled on one of the straps of my thong, let it snap against my little hip to punctuate his work, and left to go clean up.
I stood for a full five seconds in nothing but a tiny girly thong before looking at my laptop again in a panic.
Fuck, I hadn't even been paying attention to what was happening! The mic and camera -- still turned off, thank fucking god. "Well that was a great meeting. Take care everyone!" a voice spoke through the computer.
People started turning their cameras on if they had been off to wave goodbye. I closed the laptop and stood in my relief (and cum-soaked panties) for another few seconds before going to clean up and change.
The new arrangement had sparked a fresh passion in Ethan as well, and events like this were increasingly common, with Ethan playfully trying to elicit reactions from me while pushing me further and further down the hole of slutdom.
