The dog awoke me early unaware that today was my day off and my chance to sleep in. She expected to be let out at 7am every morning regardless of where I needed to be. I grabbed my phone as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, all while my old dog Betsy whined impatiently.
I was wearing my standard sleeping attire, and old tank top, and shorts, both originally white and now grey. I'm proud to say I filled them out nicely. My mother gifted me with a curvy frame, but I kept a firm layer of muscle underneath. I worked as a cop down at the local station and refused to comply only with the lower standard for woman. A criminal isn't going to go easy on me just because I'm a girl.
I started slowly down the stairs and Betsy sprinted to the back door. It doesn't matter how fast you go Betsy, I still walk the same pace. I check my notifications as I slowly march down the stairs. No notifications from work luckily. There is a notification from my old highschool friend, Hally: Steve had to work late yesterday hope it's fine if he crashes on your couch.
Hally and her husband Steve moved a little more than an hour west, but Steve kept his old job in town making the long commute. Instead of having to make the long drive on nights he worked late I told Hally he could crash here anytime, no problem. Normally I never even saw him when he crashed he slept on the couch. He would leave without leaving much of a trace. Hally's husband was fun but if I ever lost touch with Hally I knew I wouldn't bother keeping up with Steve. Some considered him quite handsome in highschool, with him being over 6 ft tall with dark hair but I was more into country boys.
I let Betsy out the back door as I went into the living room to check on Steve. The weather was nice so I knew Betsy would like to just frolic out there for a while. Clearly it must have been pretty hot in the house as Steve was sleeping in nothing but his underwear. He had a six-pack, and chiseled legs, no fat visible on his body. He was laying on his back and I noticed he had morning wood. His underwear wasn't doing a very good job keeping his member down.
I just felt so shocked and maybe violated. I was a little confused but primarily I thought it was kind of funny. I don't know. Penises are funny. I took out my phone. Snapped a picture of it and sent it to my other friend Francine. I knew she would have a good sense of humor about it. Plus in high school she had a crush on Steve and would enjoy the little peek. I went to the kitchen to start cooking myself up a little bit of breakfast and was surprised to see Francine texting back immediately. She worked third shift as a nurse and I guess tonight must've been a slower night.
"OMG, WTF!" She texted me.
"I know right, lol" I messaged back.
"You should pull it open and get a picture. I'm kind of curious to see what it looks like ya know."
By "it" I assumed she was referring to his loose fitting briefs. He had the double fold in the front that was currently being stretched to its limit. Just a little bit more pressure and it would open, his manhood popping completely out.
"No. WTF what if he wakes up"
"Come on. I love you're curious too. If you wakes up just say that I made you do it that you owe me or something and I and I forced your hand."
"Gurl ur crazy."
But she was right. I was a little curious so I moved in. I pulled back one of the fabric layers and got a glimpse from the side. The fabric was still on top from one of the sides covering the majority of the head.
It wasn't just long but also significantly girthy and with a darker skin tone than I expected giving his complexion. I didn't dare fully remove it but I opened my camera app and took another picture of it from the side and sent it over to Francine, I decided to leave the room just in case and went back to making breakfast,
Francine texted texted back quickly. She called me a little bitch for not pulling it all fully but said thank you anyways. As I was stirring the scrambled eggs, I was surprised to look down and see a message from Francine that said be there in 12. Oh no! What was this girl thinking? I was worried that things might spiral a lot of control. I threw some bacon down on the pan hoping that the smell of bacon might wake him. I was too afraid to wake him directly before Francine arrived as that would mean letting him know that I saw his whole situation.
I was no longer trying to stay quiet but now was purposely trying to make extra noise to help him wake before Francine arrived. Francine must have left her shift early; I thought her shift ended at 8. I peeked in a few minutes before I knew Francine would be arriving. He was still sound asleep. This guy must have been exhausted either that or an extremely heavy sleeper. I thought about sneaking over to his phone and trying to set off an alarm. Hoping that maybe that would wake him, but I was still too scared to be in the room in case he wakes with me there.
I decided to start a second batch of scrambled eggs for the unexpected houseguests. I had just started some bread in the toaster when she arrived at the front door. I was happy to discover that Steve had the sense to lock the door behind him when he came in last night. She seemed afraid to make too make noise and wake him as she texted me frantically over and over. "I'm here." "Let me in." "Let me in." "Let me in."
I wished she knocked or rang the door bell and ruined whatever she was planning.
I went to let her in walking quietly. I pretended to accidentally bump the small table near my front door before unlocking the door in a last ditch to wake the sleeping man.
"Is he still sleeping?" she whispered. She smiled her big white smile. She had a beautiful light brown complexion. She was still in her scrubs from work. She had her long dark hair in a ponytail..
I nodded.
She silently made her way into the living room, with me quietly behind. I don't understand how she always made a pony tail look sexy.
Steve was still rock solid. Carefully, like performing surgery, Francine removed the second layer of fabric. The cock wobbled as it was exposed, but the man's eyelids remained shut, and his breathing steady. The tip was a deep red. He wasn't very veiny, but he was well endowed. I appreciated that it was properly trimmed and not stinky.
I pulled back on Francine's shoulder trying to silently tell her, 'okay you've seen it now let's go.' She remained firm.
I heard the toast pop back on the kitchen, went back to my cooking, hoping Francine would follow me.
After buttering the toast. I dished up a plate to present to Francine in a hope to convince her to leave the living room and the temptation within.
When I turned the corner into my living room, I almost dropped my plate.
I saw Francine on her knees and watched the back of her head slowly raise and lower over Steve's pelvis. Steve was finally rousing. He moaned pleasantly, but when he opened his eyes he looked as confused as I felt. As shock took over his face. He reached down to pull Francine off of him. She grabbed onto him and forced him even deeper into her mouth. Either Francine was stronger than she looked or Steve wasn't using his full strength as he tried to pull her off.
I sidestepped around the room, to get a better view. I stood off to the side, and started munching on the bacon as they struggled. She wasn't able to fully fit him in her mouth despite her best effort shoving him to the back of her throat. I was worried she wasn't breathing enough as her face started to flush red overcoming her normal caramel complexion.
Suddenly Steve went slack seemingly unable to fight back. His head rolled back. Francine paused and then switched from her aggressive blowjob, to a slower and more sensual one. One hand stoked his balls (they were still behind the fabric of his briefs). The other hand moved up to his bare and firm abs.
She slowly rose and fell twisting her head all the while. I caught a glimpse of the top of his deep red head at the top of every cycle.
I tried watching porn before, but it always felt a little forced, but I started to understand the appeal more as I watches the show. It was hard to believe this was real, but it was happening in my living room. I felt my genitals grow warm, as Francine continues to slide her head up and down his long shaft.
I finished the bacon strip I was munching on and discover my hand drifting south. To avoid embarrassing myself, I instead grab the toast and began eating it.
Steve lifted his head to look at the fascinating view I was enjoying. He looked dazed. Francine cautiously continued her adulterous work. Bouncing her head up and down.
A little bit of light returned to Steve's eyes as he noticed me standing there waiting and eating toast like a dumbass. I suddenly felt the next to stand up straight and show-off my figure. As I switched up my posture I flushed with embarrassment. I debated running back to the kitchen, but then I thought some people like an audience. And it's my house! I can stay and watch if I wanted to, and I wanted to.
Steve quickly returned his attention back to Francine's sensual work. As he watched I swear I saw his Penis grow even larger. I don't know if Steve suddenly remembered he was married or what, because he suddenly started pushing Francine off with even more force than last time. Francine desperately latched on, barely moving her mouth unlike last time. Francine refused to be moved as Steve pulled on her scrubs and pushed on her forehead. Steve looked angry and focused. Just as I assumed Francine would finally get peeled off of him, he switched from trying to pull her off to shoving her down, as he eyes closed and his body has little spasms. Francine eyes went wide, but she accepted the situation she got herself in. Her face turned red as she choked on Steve's cock before she swallowed his load. It look two attempts. I suddenly realized I had finished my toast and that my hand had found its way into my shorts.
I quickly returned my hand to the plate before telling everyone "I- *cough* I made breakfast. Bacon and eggs."
Steve finally released Francine and she pulled away his meat falling out of her mouth onto his stomach with a wet slap. Francine caught her breath before standing up. I'm not sure if Steve heard me, he seemed to be on a different plane of existence.
