I heard the alarm going off for the second time. I rolled over in bed hitting the snooze alarm turning it off. It was 5:15 a.m. I could hear the shower running and smiled as I did so, my hand already reaching down to say good morning to my dick, which was all nice and hard just like it usually was when I woke up.
I wondered briefly as I fondled myself if this was one of those days when Susan was in a hurry to get to work. If she was, then fucking her in the shower was out of the question. Perhaps a hand or blowjob at least if she wasn't too rushed, though there was always Diane.
As I rolled out of bed, I heard the shower turn off. "There'd be no fucking this morning," I thought, she was in a hurry. By the time I stepped into the bathroom needing to pee, Susan was already leaning over towel drying her hair. Her sweet pink split winking at me as I came in, placing my prick at the opening I slipped the head in. One thing about Susan, she was always wet, but then ... she was constantly masturbating too. No doubt, she already had while in the shower as evidenced by how easy it was to slip inside her.
"Damn it Jack! You know I have an early shoot this morning!" She complained, though she remained hunched over now holding onto the toilet bowl. I speared her a couple of more times, then slipped out allowing her to stand.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself," I said grinning at her. She grinned back however staring at my hard cock.
"Wish I could stay," she said honestly. "But I can't show up to work with an already fucked cunt, I'm working with Guy this morning, and you know how he is!"
Guy was indeed a Premadonna with a ten inch dick, and he had a homophobia about other men, which is why he only worked alone, though usually with a bevy of beauties servicing him. Susan was one of them for the schedule shoot. "He'll never know," I told her as I stood to pee lifting the lid, hearing the stream of piss pleasurably splashing as I spoke.
"Yes he would," she said as she glanced over brushing her hair. "He can smell another man's cum from a mile away. I'd end up getting sent home for a violation of agreement, and I'd miss out on a good-sized paycheck for just a couple of hour's worth of work."
"You don't need the money," I told her for about the umpteenth time.
"I know, you take good care of me, but I'm saving it for the future too you know, maybe one day you'll get bored with me and toss me off to the side. So then what? I still have to look out for myself you know, even if you are damn fucking good to me!"
She did have a point.
Susan finished brushing her long blonde hair before drying it, walked over and stepped around behind me as I stood shaking my dick off. She took over for me at that point. I felt the press of her large full breasts against my back, her hard little nipples suddenly growing as she began stroking me as we stood there.
"I've got maybe five extra minutes, long enough?" She asked.
I was horny, so it would be, though in hindsight I probably should have saved it for Diane. She'd be disappointed, though I certainly wouldn't be. But at the moment, it was all about Susan's hand as she stood stroking my cock, moments later watching my spunk as it shot down into the toilet bowl.
"Nice cum!" she said washing her hands at the sink, making me wonder if Guy really did have a nose for another man's cream after all. She then began blow-drying her hair as I turned heading back into the bedroom to dress. Once again I glanced at the beside clock, it was time to dress and head off to work myself, though I now planned for another stop along the way.
I walked over to the refrigerator, reached inside and grabbed a small covered container, pocketing it, and then walked out the door.
I pulled into the local nearby Starbucks for my morning cup of coffee. Diane took my order. I pulled out and drove over to my spot parking the car. A few minutes later I saw Diane coming out with my coffee, she came around to the passenger side opened the door and slipped in. There was no problem with her doing this. I knew the owner of the franchise. Occasionally Bob would come by the studio if we were shooting something indoors. I'd allow him to sit in and watch, sometimes get one of the girls to give him a blowjob. It was a small price to pay for free coffee anytime I wanted it. That, and not having anyone give me, or Diane any guff when she came out to bring it to me either.
She sat my Mocha Late' Grande in the cup holder and turned to face me with her back against the door after first spreading out the folded towel I had placed there for her on the seat. With dark tinted windows in my Mercedes, no one could see anything going on as she unzipped the upper half of the uniform she was wearing. I liked this particular outfit for several reasons, it was quick and easy. Once she'd opened the top, showing me as usual that she wasn't wearing a bra, she then pulled the lower half of the outfit up, bunching it around her waist. She wasn't wearing any panties either.
Diane's kink, or fetish, whatever you wanted to call it, was having people watch her masturbate, men or women, didn't really matter. She had even hit me up for a job a few months ago, which is how we met. I was basically waiting for her to turn twenty-one before I did. Though eighteen was legal age, I had made it a personal policy that I didn't hire, or work with anyone who wasn't twenty-one. There had been too many problems, and a lot of hassles with girls claiming to be eighteen who really weren't, and I was tired of dealing with it. I could have gotten her another job with another studio, but she didn't want that. She wanted to come work for me. So until she did turn twenty-one in a few months she worked here instead as she put herself through school.
At the moment however, I was content to sit there drinking my coffee, watching as her hand began working her bare pink split. She had incredible labia; they were so stretchy that she could literally fold them around a man's cock. She'd done that several times to mine, jerking me off with them as she did so. I already had a few ideas in mind for that when she did come to work for me, but for now...
"How much time do we have this morning?" she asked.
"Not as long as I'd like unfortunately," I said glancing at my watch. We've got a shoot scheduled at 8:00, and I have a few things to go over at the site before we do that."
"Hot cum or cold cum?" she then asked.
For once I was glad I was pressed for time. Easier to use that as an excuse, rather than admit I had wasted a nice load of cum, spilling it in the toilet bowl at home instead. I reached into my pocket retrieving the container with last night's cum in it and handed it to her.
She looked disappointed, as I knew she would be, but took it from me, popping the lid. That was the second part about Diane's fetish. She would only masturbate while doing so with someone's cum, though there were always plenty of volunteers about to help her with that whenever she performed for someone. I watched, sipping my Mocha as she poured the contents of my semen onto her cunt and began working it into her lips, teasing her clit with the slick sticky mess.
Yeah I know ... it was pretty weird, but I liked it, as did a lot of people. And once again, it would set her apart from many of the other girls on set when she actually began working for me. She'd even chosen a name for herself, "Lady Labia". It was catchy, I'll give her that, but we'd have to work on that one a little and see if we could come up with something for her to really go by. At the moment however, the last thing I had on my mind was her name. I was too busy enjoying watching her work her cunt, using last night's spunk on herself while doing so.
I felt my cock stiffen, sitting the coffee back in its holder. I unzipped my fly, seeing the surprised expression on Diane's face. "I can be a little late," I told her. "I am the boss ... after all."
She enjoyed watching me too, which is what we usually did especially as cramped as the car actually was. It was rare that we ever did anything more than that, unless we had the time to do so, which we usually didn't. I didn't mind it however, nor did she. Like I said, she preferred simply masturbating as long as she could do so with a fresh supply of slippery sperm to do it with.
"You already cum this morning?" she asked.
"Yeah, I did," I freely admitted. I wasn't about to lie to her either, no point in it. And besides, I never failed to at least give her a saved up jar of it if I had just in case I didn't have time for it, or had already done so like this morning. I sat jerking my cock as she watched, as I watched her.
"Enough for my tits?" she then asked.
She enjoyed the feel of that too, provided of course she had more than enough for her cunt, which she did.
"Dunno, maybe," I said not really thinking I would even by now. "You tell me when then," she offered. Even if I couldn't hit her from where I sat, even leaning forward a little when I did, I knew she'd be there to catch it, and apply it to herself if she had to.
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