Morgan’s Girlfriend Wakes Up to Morning Intimacy

Morgan lay spooned against me, her hand gently caressing my growing erection. I responded by teasing her nipple, and she squirmed against me. “I was wondering when you’d wake up,” she whispered.

Hearing this, Marti, my computer, sprang to life. “Good morning, sir. Good morning, Morgan. I hope you don’t mind that I listened to your conversation last night. I found it most enlightening, but what does ‘Ungghh’ mean?” she asked.

“It means you should just mind your own business,” I replied. “Start the coffee, but don’t have it ready for 15 minutes.”

“I think you’d better make that 20 minutes,” Morgan said.

“OK, then, 20 minutes—and ignore any ‘ungghh’s’ you might hear.”

Morgan rolled over to face me, rubbing her tiny tits into my chest. I moved to kiss her, but she turned away. “Morning breath,” she said.

“I don’t care. Come over here and kiss me,” I said. She moved up, making her delicious lips available. I kissed her, tenderly at first, and slid my finger into her pussy.

“You’re still sticky from last night,” I said, but she soon began to produce her natural lube. My cock was rock hard and aching for relief, so I lifted her leg over me and entered her for the second time. No condom this time—it was skin on skin.

The friction was intense, and I could feel her muscles grip me as I moved in and out. Morgan raised her leg higher, bringing her pussy perpendicular to my body. Her flexibility was driving me wild.

“Ungghh,” I screamed over and over as I approached my orgasm. Morgan shook uncontrollably, squirting all over my cock and balls. That was all I needed. I shot stream after stream of hot cum into her womb.

We lay entwined, enjoying the afterglow, until Marti announced, “Your coffee is ready, sir.” “And I heard several more of those ‘Ungghh’s’ in the interim,” she added.

“All I can tell you is that it signifies a very pleasurable experience,” I said, smiling at Morgan.

Morgan chuckled, and we held each other close. “Thank you, sir. Now I know that you are enjoying yourself when I hear that sound.”

I pulled Morgan from the bed, and we headed to the kitchen to enjoy our coffee and breakfast. Marti had brewed a fresh pot of Kona blend, and I started scrambling eggs and grilling bacon and sausage.

We sat on the deck, enjoying our meal and each other’s company. Morgan was a bit nervous about our nudity, but I assured her it was okay.

“I really need to go,” Morgan said, eventually. “I have to work tonight.” I just sat there, making believe I was ignoring her.

“Ryan, I have to go. I need you to take me. I’ll come back tonight,” she continued.

“I think you should quit that job and stay here…with me,” I said, smiling at her.

Morgan laughed. “That’s a great idea, but how would I support myself?”

“You wouldn’t need to…if you were my girlfriend…if you lived with me. I’d take care of you,” I said, my heart racing with excitement.

Morgan leaned forward and kissed me gently. “That’s a great idea, but I don’t know if I’m ready yet. After all, we just met. But…I’ll come back tonight.”

I lowered my head, knowing she was right. “I’ll get my keys and take you back to the bar.”

We climbed into the Porsche and headed out. Morgan’s car, a Plymouth PT Cruiser, was a bit of a piece of work, but she seemed to love it.

“You paid for this?” I asked, laughing. “Looks like they should have paid you to take it.”

“Haha, very funny,” Morgan said, smiling at me. “It was all I could afford, and it really does run pretty good.”

I dropped Morgan off at the bar and headed back home to work on improving Marti’s interface. When I finished, I drove to the nearest town and bought Morgan some clothes, underwear, and intimates.

I returned home, changed into my best “I’m a romantic” outfit, and headed back to the bar. I requested that Morgan serve me, and she did, laughing at my requests for “yummy pussy” and “69.”

After dinner, Morgan came back to my place, and I greeted her at the door. She jumped up to kiss me, and I led her to the bedroom.

The room was filled with boxes wrapped for Christmas and birthday. Morgan looked at me, surprised. “What is this? What’s going on?”

“I just want you to know how much you mean to me—a lot more than just the sex. So, when’s your birthday?”

Morgan smiled, touched by my gesture. “You’re crazy, but I like it. January 11.”

“Yes, I know I’m crazy—about you, that is. So, Christmas comes first, let’s start over here.”

Morgan made her way to the bed and started opening her presents. She was delighted by the gifts, especially the open cup bras and crotchless panties.

“There’s an awful lot here for just one night’s fucking,” she said, laughing.

I just smiled, happy to see her so happy. “Don’t worry, Marti. There’ll be plenty later on.”

Morgan leaned over and kissed me, and I knew that I was hooked on this little girl. I was ready to do whatever it took to make her happy.

As the music faded into the background, Morgan and I stood amidst the scattered remnants of the party, the air thick with the scent of champagne and lingering desire. I began to clear the space, gathering the abandoned wrapping papers into a bag, my eyes never leaving hers.

“I think we’ve had enough for tonight,” I said, my voice low and husky, as I knelt down to remove Morgan’s shoes, anklets, and pants. My eyes widened as I took in the sight of her wearing no panties. She smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Just thought I’d get a head start,” she teased, her voice barely above a whisper. I moved up to her T-shirt and bra, my fingers deftly undoing the laces. We both shed our clothes, our gazes locking in a moment of raw intimacy.

As I pushed her back onto the bed, my mouth descended upon her, my tongue a blur of motion as I lapped up her secretions. She moaned, her hips arching up to meet my touch, her clit swollen and sensitive beneath my lips. I sucked it forcefully, my fingers working in tandem to bring her to the brink.

Her orgasm shot her off the bed, her body trembling with release. I continued to lick her, my tongue a gentle caress as she lay there, her breathing ragged.

“Enough…for now,” she whispered, her hand reaching up to grab mine. I pulled back, my chest heaving with exertion, as Morgan pulled me up to lie beside her.

“Now it’s my turn,” she said, her voice husky with desire. She stroked me slowly, her fingers wrapping around my cock, bringing me to maximum hardness and size. I felt like I was going to burst.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. Her tongue danced across my skin, her lips grazing my cock, sending shivers down my spine.

She took me deep into her mouth, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony, bringing me to a sensational orgasm. I sprayed hot jism down her throat, my body trembling with release. She milked me dry, her tongue lapping up every last drop.

We lay there, panting and spent, as the clock ticked away, marking the passage of time. It was almost 2 a.m.

“Staying over?” I asked, my voice low and husky.

“Of course,” she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye. “But before we sleep, I have more plans for you.”

Morgan jumped from the bed, grabbing a box from the pile, and ran into the bathroom. “Stay there, I’ll be right back,” she called out, her voice muffled by the door.

I stayed put, my eyes fixed on the door, as Morgan emerged a few moments later, dressed in a stunning lingerie set. She wore a wine-red open bra and matching crotchless hip-hugger panties, her body a vision of loveliness.

“Come here,” I called out, my finger waggling in invitation. She smiled, slipping onto the bed beside me, her nipple appearing at my mouth like a ripe fruit.

I suckled her, feeling her grow between my lips. My left hand explored her hot cunt, as my right hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer. We kissed urgently, our passion building to a fever pitch.

I couldn’t control myself. I flipped her over, positioning myself over her pussy, her legs wrapping around my waist as she guided me home. We moved in perfect harmony, our bodies a blur of motion, until simultaneous cries of pleasure filled the air.

We collapsed into each other’s arms, our bodies spent, our hearts pounding in unison. We heard the sound of footsteps outside, followed by a cheery voice.

“Oh, good, sir. I am so glad you are finally having fun. You too, Morgan.”

We laughed, our bodies still entwined, as we drifted off to sleep, our lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss.

Just as we were about to nod off, I whispered to her, “You really should quit that job.”

“I already did,” she replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I bolted up, my heart racing with excitement. “Does that mean…?”

“Yep, I’m moving in,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

We clung to each other, our lips meeting in a soft, gentle kiss, as we fell asleep, surrounded by the quiet of the night.

And as we slept, I knew that I had found my forever home, in Morgan’s arms, in her love.