11. Morning Glory
Lips slid down the length of his cock and, without opening his eyes, he began to thrust into the back of a throat, that as he came fully conscious, he remembered must be Cara’s.
He pulled up the duvet and peeked inside.
“I hope you don’t mind me waking you up like this,” Cara said, saliva dripping down her chin.
“You can wake me up like this anytime!”
“Great!”
And Cara got back to work. As he thrust into her throat, she began to hum, sending vibrations right through him. He felt his balls tighten and his cock swell as he came in the back of Cara’s throat yet again.
“If I start each day with a protein shot like that,” Cara explained, “you’ll be able to fuck me longer before you finish later in the day.”
“Sneaky!” Fred laughed. “But I’m definitely not complaining!”
The complaining started after Cara got back to the car after her first viewing of the day, having left him alone in the car to wait.
“I was so bored!” he grumbled. “I know you need me to drive, but I can’t do this all day!”
“I’ll find you something to do at the next stop.”
The next stop was St George’s Hill, for a huge house with considerable grounds.
Cara showed Fred how to access a constant stream of short videos on his phone, to fill the time as he waited.
The videos started off innocuous enough: cute dogs, fluffy cats, funny accidents.
But once he had watched one fight, the rest of the videos switched to violence too: masked marauders with machetes, boxers dealing one low blow too many, thieves pulling guns on unsuspecting shopkeepers, and worse.
By the time Cara got back to the car, Fred wasn’t just seething, his anger was crackling in red ribbons up and down his arms.
Cara opened the door, and then stepped back.
“Yikes! What on Earth were you watching?” Fred passed her his phone and she scrolled back a few pages. “I forgot the algorithm would do this to you!”
“If this is what your planet’s like, I don’t want to stay. I thought my world was bad, but that…”
“Well, I won’t be showing you any porn channels then! You’d make a real mess of my car!” Cara laughed.
The final stop that day was in Hampstead.
“Why don’t you go for a walk, instead of waiting? I can message you when I’ve nearly finished and you can make your way back.”
“What if I get lost?”
“You must have a map on your phone somewhere. What was that magical assistant in your phone?”
“Oracle?”
“Yeah… ask him.”
Reluctantly Fred moved away from the car. This was his first time out in the wider world alone, and from what he’d just seen, he was surrounded by dangers.
“Oracle… take me somewhere peaceful…”
A map flashed up on the screen, and the ancient voice intoned “Guiding you to perfect peace.”
To begin with, the directions took Fred down dull suburban streets, both peaceful and monotonous, but soon he was walking through the woods, surrounded by bird calls he had never heard before, and passed by joggers, cyclists and dogs walking their owners.
Fred slowed right down. While everything was alien to him, and even the small mammals scaling the trees were different, he still felt more at home than he did in the city.
Maybe I could move somewhere like this, he mused. This feels more like freedom to me. Maybe I could ask Cara to find me somewhere nearby!
Just as the thought came to him, Cara messaged, and he had to ask Oracle to take him back again. It occurred to Fred that next time, he could drive through the boring suburban streets and make the most of walking through the trees instead.
By the time he got back to the car, Cara was already waiting for him.
“Did you have fun?”
“Yes! It was lovely! The Oracle took me to some woods and it was beautiful and peaceful!”
“Perhaps that was Hampstead Heath, or maybe Golder’s Hill? We could have lunch near there and go for a bit of a walk too, but let’s drive closer first. Shandy’s not expecting us for a couple of hours at least.”
Hearing Shandy’s name made Fred blush, but Cara didn’t notice as she was too busy setting up the navigation.
The cafe was spacious, and the lunchtime rush had already passed, so it was easy enough to find a table away from any other customers so they could chat unheard. Fred had graciously accepted Cara’s offer to order for them, as he had no idea what most of the menu meant.
“Just think… that could be us in a few years time,” Cara giggled, nodding towards a young couple with two screaming brats. The father was trying to distract one by taking him over to the window, while the mother desperately tried to feed the other.
“Do your off-spring always come in pairs?” Fred asked, wide-eyed and horrified.
“No, that’s pretty unusual. Though I guess that’s why I have two of these,” Cara answered, giggling and shimmying, so that her breast wobbled in Fred’s direction.
“No, Cara, you have two of those so I can fuck them,” Fred murmured, feeling himself harden.
“Oh really?” Cara asked, pulling her chair in. “I have two feet too.”
Just then, just as Cara placed her feet around his crotch, their pizzas arrived.
“Eat up like a good boy, and I might give you a special treat,” Cara said, grinning, as she started to eat her own pizza, her eyes on his, and her feet stroking up and down his cock.
“What do you think of the pizza?” she asked, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
“It’s good,” Fred gasped, because so was she.
She moved her feet up and down his erection, making him harder and harder, and more and more frustrated. He glanced around the room. The noisy twins had left, and there was no one their side of the cafe. He unzipped his fly, and pulled his cock free.
“Oh, yes, Fred, I like that!” Cara sighed, and he felt her stockinged feet close around him.
Fred was still frustrated. He began to thrust, but it was tricky under the table. If she hadn’t woken him with a blowjob he would probably have creamed right down her leg already. As it was, even her skills wouldn’t be enough.
“It’s hard, isn’t it my dear,” Cara smirked. “Just finish that pizza and we’ll see what we can do.”
Fred wolfed down the last few slices, and zipped his cock back away.
Cara slid her shoes back on, and stood up, putting her hand bag on her shoulder, and tucking the chair back under the table, as if nothing out of the ordinary could possibly be happening.
Fred looked desperately towards her for guidance.
“This way!”
Instead of heading towards the door, they headed towards the back of the cafe, where Cara pushed open a door labelled “WC”. The door locked, Cara pulled her dress down, releasing her naked breasts.
“Would you like to fuck my tits?” Cara asked, her voice echoing his own intense lust.
“Yes,” Fred answered hoarsely.
“Let me get you nice and wet first.”
Cara dropped to her knees yet again, and Fred knew exactly what she wanted now.
He thrust deep into her throat, feeling it squirt saliva right down him, and then thrust again and again, listening to her gargle and gag, knowing that she wanted it almost as much as he did.
By the time she pulled away, his cock was dripping and her makeup was smeared right down her face.
She wriggled down onto her back on the cold, tiled floor, her feet towards the toilet and her head towards the door.
Fred gazed down at her in utter admiration.
She clearly didn’t care about anything but sex right now.
She held her breasts together, creating a welcoming valley for his eager manhood.
Fred positioned himself so that his knees were either side of her head.
He pushed his dripping wet cock between her soft, warm breasts and felt her tongue lap at his balls as they flapped in her face.
He reached forward and pulled up her skirt.
Even though he knew there was never any underwear, it was still a pleasant surprise each time he found it to be true once again.
He buried his face in her pussy, dipping his tongue into her wetness, before licking and kissing and sucking chaotically all over her lips.
His thrusts had dried his cock now, and he felt Cara release her breasts, moaning “Aaaarrrggghhh” as she opened up her mouth wide.
Fred understood her invitation and plunged his cock back into her throat, making her gag and wetting his cock again.
He slid his cock out, but before her lips could close, he pushed his balls in their place.
Now, as he thrust, her tongue played all over his balls, and he felt her nose rub on the sensitive area just behind them. He had lost some of his movement, but it was well worth it as the sensations multiplied.
He spread her lips with his fingers now, to focus on her clit.
He felt her muffled groans vibrate through his balls with increasing urgency.
Just as he felt the friction increase a little too much, just as he needed to wet his cock again, Cara’s legs suddenly straightened, and her moans turned to gargling screams round his balls.
Fred pulled his cock free from her tits, and his balls from her mouth and plunged his cock back in there, just in time to shoot his seed down her throat again.
“Mmmm…” Cara said, licking a trickle that had escaped onto her lips. “Very meaty.”
Fred helped her up off the floor.
“I think… I think I like you a lot more than I’ve ever liked a woman before,” he stammered.
“Oh really, now why would that be?”
“It’s not just the sex!” Fred reasoned. “It’s how much you want me! I feel like you always want me!”
“Well, you’ve given me more orgasms in the last few days than my last boyfriend did in two years! I’m definitely not complaining!” Cara tilted her head up for Fred’s kiss. “Let me get myself sorted. Shandy knows we’re together, but I don’t want her seeing me like this. She kind of looks up to me…”
Fred knew exactly how Shandy looked at Cara, from what he had seen in her mind, and it wasn’t necessarily her maturity Shandy had been admiring.
As they left the cafe, Cara was pristine once again, just like the phoenix feather targets in the gym.