Morning Glory
By: Bella Cooper
Tags: Sexuality, Crime Fiction, Erotica, Drama, Short Story

Erotic Drama

The city can be cold and bleak, a grind. Sometimes it’s best to get out of the cold for a while and get warm.

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Business is slow between Christmas and New Year’s, so I’m not in a hurry to get to the diner. Glory has her own key, but she’s outside smoking, leaning against the wall, looking disheveled and tired, when I show up.

“An all nighter?” I asked.

“What can I say, guys need their pussy, Christmas sex is over. Almost time for New Year's infidelity,” she said, crushing out the cigarette.

I unlocked the door and turned on the lights as I went to turn on the coffee pots. I set them up before I leave, so I can just take a minute and relax. Today Glory followed me and hugged my back as I fooled with some prep.

“You must be tired,” I said.

“I’m not that tired.” she was rubbing my cock from behind. “Want to warm me up?”

I turned around and kissed her. Her makeup was fucked up, but she looked sexy to me. She unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out, stroking me a minute, and then got down on her knees and took me into her mouth.

“Did you fuck her last night?” Glory asked.

“Just the once.”

“I can still taste her, she’s sweet. I would love to meet her,” she said. I doubt she could taste anything but cock, I took a shower, but the fantasy was making it real. Glory didn’t want me to leave my wife. She wanted to be a part of us.

“I thought I was supposed to be warming you up,” I said. I pulled her to her feet and put her on the counter. She was always wet, always ready, and always dressed for a fuck. I pulled her to the edge of the counter and slipped my cock into her deep. She likes to just hold me as we fuck, her arms wrapped around me, her head on my shoulder, like we are dancing. In a way, I guess we are.

“You always feel so good. You make me feel clean, Frank,” Glory said as I lifted her thighs to give it to her hard. She held on but rocked back, put her head back and closed her eyes. “Fuck me, baby. God yes, fuck me.”

I put it to her; I was close. I was always close with her tight pussy around my cock. She was good at what she did, I could feel her pussy clench on my cock. She said it got them off faster; she wasn’t kidding. I usually have more control, but my balls were ready to dump a load. I tried to slow down a little.

“Don’t Frank, just fill me up. You know I love it when you fill me up,” she said and wrapped her legs around my ass. I did what the lady wanted. I fucked her hard and came hard a minute later. She had a blissful smile on her face and laid back on the counter as I shot inside her. I loved the look of my cock in her pussy, the well-groomed patch ravaged by my unruly ungroomed tangle of pubic hair, I could feel her doing that thing with her pussy again. “It feels good when you come in me. If I asked you, would you knock me up?”

“Sure, just tell me when,” as if I had much choice, she always loved being barebacked, it’s not like she couldn’t just get off the pill. I think mostly she loved to hear it.

“Mmmm, god, my pussy is throbbing. God, I needed that,” my cock still in her, she was stretching. “I know you think I get this all night, but it’s not the same as you.”

She sat up and she kissed me until my dick got limp and fell out. A gob of come falling out of her. She pulled cash out of her bra, a lot of cash.

“That’s a lot. It was a good night,” I said.

“It got a little crowded there at the end. Who needs a padded bra, right?”

“I’ll count it up. Why don’t you go upstairs and get some sleep, what time do you have to go?”

“Not until noon. God, I want to fuck you again, I want to fuck you all day,” she said and hugged me. She hopped down off the counter and pulled down the dress, “Tell me I’m your best girl.”

“You know you are,” I said.

“I like to hear it,” Glory said.

“You’re my best girl baby, now go give that pussy some rest,” I said.