Overwatch Freeuse Cafe

Synopsis: Schoolgirl Hana Song, aka D.va, goes on a hot date with the sexiest teacher in the school, Jack Morrison (Soldier 76). But when he takes her to a free use cafe, will D.va be able to compete with the busty Mei?

Tags: Male Dominant, cuckquean, free use, light tone

It had taken weeks for Hana Song to work up the courage to ask her teacher out on a date. It’s not that it was taboo--teachers dating their students was very common in this day and age. It wasn’t even unheard of for a popular teacher to have several of his students living with him. It was that she had the most embarrassing crush on the man.

She didn’t know exactly why she couldn’t stop thinking about him, if it was his rugged face with the manly five o’clock shadow, his greying, blond hair, his piercing blue eyes, his broad shoulders, his powerful arms, his large hands...the bulge in his pants. Not that her attraction to him was purely physical. He was a great teacher, explaining things clearly, sometimes using metaphors in the classroom. Absolutely captivating. And he was kind, always patient with everyone, ready to go the extra mile as an educator.

But what really lit the fire inside of Hana was when he caught her and Lena after class making out. He’d bent them both over his desk and used his bare palm to spank them both. Both of their asses had ended up so red they had to sleep on their bellies that night, and while Lena had cried on the phone later about how awful it was, Hana hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it every night while she touched herself.

When he’d said yes to the date, her heart had skipped a beat.

That had been yesterday, and now, she was ready for battle.  When he had come to pick her up, she was in her shortest skirt, her tightest tank-top that left her midriff bare and hugged her tight teen tits, the shiniest of lip gloss, the five-inch platform heels she’d spent all of last week practicing to walk in. Naturally, she was skipping on the underwear; she didn’t want Mr. Morrison to think she was a prude!

“Well, aren’t you all dolled up. Lookin’ cute as a button,” Mr. Morrison said when he saw her, right before he grabbed her ass and pulled her in for a long, deep kiss, biting down gently on her lower lip after he broke it off.

“Cute? Not sexy?” Hana replied with a pout. She was already regretting not wearing her microbikini instead.

“Cute and sexy.” He corrected himself, putting his arm around her waist as he guided her to his car. After he opened the door for her like a real gentleman, his hand went under her skirt and lightly fingered her, sawing against her slit, “Well, aren’t your excited.”

The blush went all the way to Hana’s ears. “It’s just...I’ve...um...I’ve really been looking forward to this,” she admitted as she climbed into her seat, careful to make sure she had her skirt as far under her as she could; she didn’t want to make a mess on his seat.

Mr. Morrison got into the driver’s seat, then rubbed the top of Hana’s head, “Me too, kiddo. Been wanting to nail that tight ass of yours even since I first got my hands on it.”

“Really, sir?” The knot in her stomach was coming undone. “Then...where are we going? Back to your house? I could cook for you. Do you like...um...grilled cheese?”

“Not yet. Be a good girl and I’ll have that for tomorrow’s breakfast though.” Hana’s nostrils flared at the implication that she could be spending the night with her hunky teacher, “But first, what kind of a man would I bet if I didn’t take you out to eat? And besides. Eye candy like you needs to be shown off, don’t you think?”

“O-of course, sir!” Hana only hoped that he wasn’t going to keep her waiting all night. It was taking all of her willpower to keep her hands in her lap and not pulsing under her skirt.

It was a short drive, made all the shorter as Mr. Morrison told her a short story of his time in the war. Hana could have listened to the man talk about running across battlefields, dropping biotic fields, and shooting terrorists with rocket-propelled grenades all day.

Things were going great...until he started to pull into the parking lot and she saw where they were going: Cryo-Teas. The small joint was famous for its wide variety of ice cream and bubble teas, the self-proclaimed best burgers in town...and some of the most tempting waitresses.

It’s not that Hana thought she couldn’t compete with any of the women inside. She just wanted Mr. Morrison all to herself.

“O-oh...Cryo-Teas. Yay…”

“Heh.” Mr. Morrison smirked at her, “Surprised an old square like me knew of a place as hip as this, I bet.”

Hana nodded, “Yeah...who knew?”

As she got out of the car, Hana shook her head, trying to clear away her doubts. Just because they were at the sluttiest shop in town didn’t mean anything. She was here as his date. He wanted to show her off. And she had the tightest, hottest curves an eighteen year old could have, with a tight virgin pussy that was dripping for her man. What did a place like this have that could compete with that?

“Oh hi, Mr. Morrison! Welcome to Cryo-Teas! Party of two?”

The knot in Hana’s stomach was back. Of all the girls in this establishment, why did it have to be Mei-Ling Zhou?!

It was bad enough the boys in her class couldn’t stop talking about the woman and her thick, meaty thighs. Now her teacher was going to be sucked in too! Just because the young chinese woman had breasts larger than her head, an ass that stretched the denim shorts of her uniform to their limit, the curves of a fertility goddess, and the face of a disney princess, all the boys were drooling over her.

“Hey there, sweet tits” Mr. Morrison reached out and grabbed Mei’s chest, gave it a long, hard squeeze that had the voluptuous waitress moaning, “Get me and my girl the best seats in the house if you don’t mind.”

The intense flash of jealousy simmered down inside of Hana. Mr. Morrison had called her his girl!

“Of course! Right this way, sir, ma’am!” Even if Hana had immediately made Mei into a fierce rival for the affections of her teacher, the waitresses’s smile was bubblier than the tea they served. Still, Hana couldn’t relax. Especially not when she saw Mr. Morrison’s eyes lock on to Mei’s swaying ass as she led them through the small shop to an empty booth.

Once they had taken a seat, Mei handed out the menus, then flipped open a small notepad, “What would you like to start with?”

While her teacher was looking over the menu, Hana ordered her usual, “I’d like the honeydew bubble tea and a large order of cheese fries.” Just because the staff were needlessly distracting, Hana had to admit the food and drinks really were the best.

“Black coffee, the biggest burger you’ve got, and a side of pad thai,” Mr. Morrison said after looking through the menu, “And a bit of special service.”

“That’s one honeydew bubble tea, large order of fries, our roadhog special, a side of pad thai, and one black coffee. I’ll be right back with your drinks!” As Mei turned away to deliver their order, Mr. Morrison’s eyes again locked on to her jiggling ass.

“Special service?” Hana tried to keep the accusatory tone out of her voice.

“Miss Zhou is a former student of mine. And even then, I’ve not had a girl whose tits feel like they could suck my cock right off like hers can. It’s the best way to enjoy a meal.”

Hana couldn’t stop the pout from coming back to her lips, “I could give you special service though…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mr. Morrison replied.

Hana wilted in her seat, her shoulders hunching. She thought her B-cup breasts were perfectly shaped, extra soft, super sensitive, and perfect in their own way. Just because she wasn’t a busty bimbo like Mei didn’t mean—

“I didn’t take you out just so you could spend our whole date on your knees under the table. I want you to enjoy yourself.”

That reassured Hana a little. “It’s not just because my chest is small?”

“Size isn’t everything, darling. C’mere.”

Hana somewhat reluctantly slid off of the bench and made her way to his side of the booth, giving a small yelp when he grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his lap. She was self-conscious for a hot second about her wet cunt staining his pants as she straddled his thigh, but then he was peeling up her tight blue camisole. She bit down on her lower lip as she felt the fabric drag across her sensitive nipples. Her breasts were pulled up for a full second, then dropped back to their normal extra perky shape as they hit the open air.

“Just like a pair of ripe peaches.” She felt his calloused hand tightly squeeze down on her chest, and she had to cover her mouth with both hands to stop from embarrassing herself with a moan that could be heard from outside. When she felt him bite down on her other nipple though, two hands weren’t enough, “Now, wouldn’t you rather be sitting up here with me than getting your knees dirty?”

“Mmmhph…” Hana furiously shook her head in the affirmative.

That earned her a hard twist on her nipple. The pain flared hot and her hands left her mouth to squeeze his shoulder for support. She leaned against him, feeling his rough stubble as she rubbed cheek to cheek with him. “When I ask a question, you give a proper answer, Miss Song.”

“Y-yes, sir…!” She whined out, “Th-this is better…!”

He kept up the assault, playing with her chest as she let her hips start to grind back and forth against his thigh. She came close to an orgasm twice, but each time he’d stop her, a strong hand squeezing on her hip until she slowed down enough to back away from the edge.

It wasn’t until Mei came back with their drinks that Hana was given a chance to relax. As Mei sat down the bubble tea and coffee on a saucer, Hana slid off of Mr. Morrison’s lap to the inside of the booth. She wiped some of the drool off of her chin, toyed with the straw of her drink.

“It’ll just be a few more minutes on that burger, sir. Is there anything I can do for you until then?” Mei asked, licking her lips with anticipation.

“You know there is. I was just telling my girl here how great your titjobs were. Why don’t you give a demonstration?” Mr. Morrison said.

“Oh! I’d love to, Mr. Morrison!” Mei immediately started pulling her apron and uniform top off. Hana sucked in her breath. She’d known that they’d be big, but she hadn’t expected them to be so perky, riding high on her chest with a natural elasticity, bouncing as she made her way under the table.

“Come on. How many years have we known each other? Call me Jack.” Mr. Morrison insisted as Mei started unbuttoning his pants. His fully erect cock bapped Mei in the face, sending her into a small fit of giggles. She wrapped her gloved hand around it and began stroking up and down. Hana could only watch, her thighs squeezing together. This was the first time she’d ever seen his cock so close up, and it was even better than she’d imagined. Mr. Morrison might have been getting on in years, but at least one part of him was still in peak condition.

“I like calling your Mr. Morrison though,” Mei replied as she began running her tongue up and down his shaft, “And Sir. Daddy. Master. Jack is just so...informal. Don’t you think so?”

Hana was caught off guard as she was brought into the conversation. “Huh? Um...yeah. I...I like calling him...I like calling you Mr. Morrison too.”

“See, sir?” Mei grinned triumphantly, then took the head of his cock into her mouth and deep down her throat. Hana’s eyes went wide as she watched. Forget gag reflexes, Hana didn’t think she’d be able to manage doing the same without dislocating her jaw.

“Hah. No fair when it’s two against one.” Mr. Morrison didn’t look upset at all at having to concede the point. Then again, Hana doubted there was any man that could manage to be anything approaching ill-tempered while such a skilled mouth was sucking them off.

That was just the start though. Mei wasn’t there to give a blowjob. That was just the warmup, a bit of lubrication applied in preparation for the real thing. Mei released his cock with a soft popping noise, then leaned up to start the real show.

She grabbed her large, perky chest in both hands and squeezed them around his cock. Even a foot long and girthy monster like Mr. Morrison’s cock was almost swallowed up completely, just the red tip poking out. Mei gave it a drooling kiss and lick, then began to move, sliding her breasts up and down his length. Busty as she was, she could have managed it entirely using only her hands to move her breasts up and down, but she was going all out, her whole body rocking back and forth, every part of her devoted to cradling and milking his cock.

Hana couldn’t help but rub her own breasts. Would they ever get that big? Not without a little help. There were options these days though. Gene therapies. Nanomachines. If she really wanted to get larger breasts, she could…

“Hey now. You’re not spacing out on me, are you?” Mr. Morrison asked as he gave Hana a light pinch on her thigh.

“Ow!” Hana rubbed at the pink spot where he’d pinched her. Playful as he was, her teacher had a kind of strength that never held back completely. It was one of the things she loved about him, “Sorry. I was just thinking maybe I should get boobs like that.”

“Still on that, are you? Mei, can you believe a girl this cute has been feeling jealous of you?”

“Jealous? But she’s so cute!”

Cute. Cute. Cute. If they called her cute just one more time…!

Mei was sharper than she gave her credit for. She must have been able to read Hana’s expression perfectly, because the next thing she said was, “Mr. Morrison...maybe you should show your date what makes her so special?”

“Well, I was planning on waiting till after we’d finished eating...but you’re right. I don’t think Miss Song here is gonna be able to relax until this matter is settled.” Mr. Morrison grabbed Hana’s arm at the bicep, pulled her out of the booth with him. Mei followed along, until she was on her knees before them while they were both standing.

“What...what are you going to do?” Hana was nervous. She’d touched herself more times than she could count remembering that spanking, but she also remembered how much it had hurt, how much it’d made her cry and beg.

“Both of you, bend over that table and show me your asses.”

“Yes, sir!” Mei quickly got back on her feet, then was slowly wiggling her extra tight denim shorts down, exposing more and more of her ass inch by inch.

Hana swallowed. It was going to be another spanking after all! She was going to start blubbering like a little girl while Mei was probably going to beg for more like a proper masochistic slut. Then he’d never take her seriously again!

Still, it’s not like she could disobey him. She assumed the same position Mei had already taken, her forearms resting on the table, her ass sticking out as high as she could pop it. She shut her eyes tight, braced for the impact.

“Now, let’s have a look at these two asses. Mei, as always, yours looks fantastic. Two christmas hams squeezed together.”

“Ohhh…! Th-thank you, sir! Nnngh…!”

Hana opened her eyes, looked to her left, and from the blissed out expression on Mei’s face, she could see that she might not be spanked after all.

“You fit my like a fucking glove. Push back against every thrust. Always wet and ready for me. There’s almost no other pussy in the world I’d rather bury my cock in.” Mr. Morrison continued. Hana had no idea how this was supposed to make her feel better.

“But then there’s Miss Hana Song here.” Hana saw Mei’s expression slacken and relax for a second, and then she felt it. She felt Mr. Morrison’s cock sliding in between her legs. So hard and powerful he was forcing her up to her tiptoes, like she was resting her weight upon a rod of steel.

“Unlike your chubby ass, hers has an absolutely perfect heart-shape to it. Her ass begs to be plowed.” Mr. Morrison began to slide his cock between her legs, grinding it against her slit, “Her whole body is skinny and smooth and small. I can manhandle her as easily as a real doll.”

He pulled his cock out from between her thighs, and then she could feel the head of his cock pressing up against her entrance. Her stomach did a flip just imagining something that big forcing its way inside of her.

“And her pussy. Never seen a prettier shade of pink, and it’s so smooth and tight you’ve got to pry it open to have a look inside. And the girl just can’t help but make a mess. Have a feel. Girl is a virgin and she’s already dripping like a fountain.”

Mei took Mr. Morrison up on his offer, biting down on the finger of her right-hand glove so she could pull it off, then sticking her hand between Hana’s legs, getting right between Hana’s slit and the waiting cock, “Oh wow…! You really want it, don’t you?”

If so much of her blood wasn’t rushing to her engorged pussy, Hana imagined her face would be as red as a tomato. As it was, she hope no one would take a picture, “...It’s just...I mean...I can’t help it!”

Mei licked Hana’s juices off of her fingers, then took Hana’s face in her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. It was gentle and delicate, her tongue barely made it past her teeth, but it went a long way towards calming the pounding in Hana’s chest, “I understand. I’m the same way.”

“Got that right. But if I’m really going to compare you two...need to take care of one more thing first. Get her good and relaxed, Mei.” Mr. Morrison commanded.

“Yes, sir!” Hana enjoyed the older woman’s lips, let herself melt into the sweet kisses, lightly gasping when she felt Mei start to fondle her chest…

And when Mr. Morrison plunged his cock into her pussy, she was able to take every single inch on the first stroke.

Hana’s eyes went wide, her mouth hanging wide open as she struggled for a moment to find her breath. It came back to her at the same instant as the shock from the penetration transitioned into a heady mix of pain and pleasure.

“Ohhhh…!!! Hahhh…!!! Big...so big…!!!” Hana was panting, gripping the inside edge of the table as hard as she could.

“I dunno if it’s really that I’m all that big...I think it’s just your little pussy can barely handle a cock of my size. Mei might fit me like a glove, but that’s nothing compared to how great it feels to stretch out a tiny girl like yourself.” Mr. Morrison said as he squeezed her hips, pulled her close.

“Can she can even hear you right now…” Mei wondered aloud before pulling Hana in for another kiss.

Hana heard every word. Distantly, she was thrilled that he could say such kind words about her. When she tried to answer though, her tongue tangled up in Mei’s mouth and her mind went blank.

When Mr. Morrison started thrusting into her, rocking his hips, slamming his cock into her over and over...at that point, she did have a hard time hearing what he was saying.

“Oh fuck...cumming...already, can’t stop...you’re making me cum!!! Oh god!!! Yessss!!! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my tight teen cunt! Harder, I need it harder, make me cum again just...nngnnh...like..that…!!! Thank you, Daddy! Thank you, thank you, thaghfff…!!!” At that point, she was loud enough that she was starting to disturb the other customers--not that most of them minded--and dutiful employee that she was, Mei had taken the plug gag next to the salt and pepper shakers and quickly fastened it around Hana’s head. The dildo-shaped gag rested at the back of her throat uncomfortably, but the loss of her voice just turned Hana on even more, and now that she was free to struggle and scream as much as she wanted, the pleasure was hitting her even harder.

Time seemed to slow down for her, the moments blending together, her body unable to stop cumming each and every time he thrust into her, until she felt him pull her tight against him, then felt the hot liquid seed being buried deep inside of her womb. What followed felt less like an orgasm and more like a raging bonfire in her brain burning her mind away clean.

A few minutes later, she felt a gentle hand shaking her shoulder. Hana stirred, her young body quickly bouncing back after being knocked out by the sheer pleasure of her teacher’s cock stealing away her virginity, “What…?”

“Come on. You don’t want to let your fries get soggy, do you?” Mei said as she pulled her hand off Hana’s shoulder.

Hana was sitting back to sitting across from Mr. Morrison, the man enjoying the half-eaten burger held in both hands. She rubbed her forehead--there was a light headache after cumming so hard, though it was nothing compared to how sore she was feeling between the legs, “I uh...I like them soggy. It’s fine.”

“If you say so. As they say, the customer is always right.” Hana spared a glance back towards Mei. The waitress was still almost naked, stripped down to her practical-looking boots. There were bite marks on her chest, and she could see a mess dripping from her thighs.

“Did Mr. Morrison fuck you too?” Hana had to ask.

“He did. It’s not that you couldn’t satisfy him though, he just—”

Hana grinned. “It’s okay! I get it now. I was being super silly before.” She looked over at Mr. Morrison, reached out with her slender leg and began to rub the crotch of his pants with the sole of her bare foot, “It’s not really a competition. Or at least...it stops being a competition once he has his sights set on you. It’s not like any one girl could keep a stud like him all to herself.”

“Exactly!” Mei returned the grin, genuinely pleased that the younger girl had gotten over her insecurity.

“Tch. You two might say that, but from where I’m sitting its you sluts that are the insatiable ones. Can’t a man enjoy his meal in peace?” Mr. Morrison said before taking another bite. In spite of his feigned annoyance, Hana could already feel the bulge in his pants starting to get stiff.

“I know you said I wouldn’t enjoy spending this meal on my knees under the table...but Mr. Morrison, would it be okay if I helped Mei worship your cock? I’ve never seen a girl use her mouth like that, and even if I don’t have a chest like hers, I think there’s so much I could learn from a pro like her!” Hana said, pulling out her cutest pout.

“Alright. Have if your way. You two be good girls and share though. Start getting catty with each other and I’ll bend your asses over again, and this time it won’t be for a hard fucking.” Mr. Morrison warned.

“Yes, sir!” Hana and Mei both said together.

To her surprise, Hana found that it was surprisingly comfortable under the tables. The hard tile was replaced with thick, soft carpeting and there was plenty of room so that she didn’t have to kneel down too low.

“I never noticed how cozy it was under here,” Hana said.

“We spend a lot of time under here, so they really went the extra mile.” Mei answered, then got right to work. Hana couldn’t help but admire the way her whole head twisted lovingly around Mr. Morrison’s cock, her tongue dragging over every inch, and then without breaking the smooth motions at all, she would swallow the cock down into her throat.

She didn’t want to only watch though, and after admiring Mei’s technique a little longer, Hana started to help out. She wasn’t a pro slut like the waitress and she’d just lost her virginity, but that didn’t mean she’d never practiced on a cock before.

Hana opened her mouth and pushed her face into Mr. Morrison’s heavy balls, her tongue sliding out and tasting him all over. There was less flavor than she’d imagined, but the subtle hints she was getting were more than enough to excite her.

“Not bad! You’re very enthusiastic.” Mei started stroking the cock with her hand as she now looked at Hana’s technique, “Try and use more suction. You can use your tongue a bit more. Don’t worry, it’s sensitive but not as delicate as you might think. Uh huh, just like that! Here, try this…”

Still stroking his shaft up and down with a delicate touch of her fingers, Mei joined Hana in sucking his balls, greedily fitting first one, then the other into her mouth. Hana heard a sharp grunt from Mr. Morrison above, and it was followed by an affectionate headpatting on Mei’s head.

“Blah…” Mei gently popped them out of her mouth, “Now it’s your turn. Just be careful with your teeth.”

Mei went back to the deep throating blowjob while Hana kept practicing. She didn’t quite manage to fit both inside her mouth, and at times she was sorely tempted to stuff them in using her fingers, but even a rookie like her understood that would be a shameful faux pas.

When he was about to cum, Hana marveled that she could feel it, feel his balls tightening up, the slight shiver running through his body. The stoic Mr. Morrison didn’t make much noise aside from sucking in his breath, but he did force Mei’s head down, forced her to swallow every inch as he came down her throat.

Mei kept her cool throughout, gulping down the cum as easily as if it were water, and when he relaxed his grip, she had a surprise for Hana.

“Ohhh...for me? I don’t...thank you.” Hana blushed, then leaned forward, kissing Mei’s open mouth and greedily tasting all the cum the waitress had been able to save. Mei was happy to share, pushing it into Hana’s mouth, the flavor mixing with her own saliva, a heady mix that was getting Hana excited all over again.

When she came out from under the table, Hana snuggled up against Mr. Morrison, wrapping her arms around his powerful bicep, “Nnf...you taste so good, sir.”

“That so? Well we didn’t come here for that kind of snack,” Mr. Morrison answered.

“I can have the young ma’am’s meal put into a takeout if you like, sir.” Mei said as she came out from under the table. She’d stayed under for a little longer, long enough to properly clean his cock with her tongue, dry it off with a clean washcloth (handily kept stored under the bench seats), then carefully button and zip him back up.

“Don’t bother. Have another look at the menu. If there’s anything you like, we can take it back with us. I can tell your appetite is on other things right now, but an old man like me is going to need a break sooner or later.” Mr. Morrison said as he pulled his arm free from Hana, only to wrap it all the way around her.

“Anything on the menu?” Hana asked, mischief in her eyes.

“Just what do you have in mind?” Mr. Morrison rolled Hana’s bare nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

“Well...I noticed the waitresses were on the takeout menu too.”

Mr. Morrison chuckled, ruffled up Hana’s hair, then let out a resigned sigh, “I swear, one of these days girls like you two are going to be the end of me.”

*************

The next morning, Hana was in the kitchen with Mei. The curvy waitress was at the stovetop, her naked ass wiggling side to side as she prepared a full breakfast while wearing only an apron. Hana could only admire the woman; Mr. Morrison had been serious when he’d said he was going to fuck her so hard she couldn’t walk straight, so she was watching from a stool on the kitchen counter. Mei had gotten very nearly the same kind of treatment, but was just as bright and chipper as she’d been first greeting them at Cryo-Teas yesterday.

“When I was your age, it was very hard to find bras and outfits that would fit, but now with the price of custom orders going down so much, that’s not really a problem any more. They do get in the way a lot though...it would be so much easier preparing meals if they weren’t blocking my view, for instance.” Mei said with a giggle.

The two had been having a long conversation on the pros and cons of breast enhancement. It turned out that Mei’s had been her mother’s doing, her genes modified while she was still in the womb. It had come with a few other health-related modifications as well as a massive boost to her intelligence--Hana would have never guessed that the young waitress had two PhDs and was one of the world’s leading climate scientists.

“That doesn’t sound so bad. I want really big ones like yours, big enough to really squeeze around Daddy’s...um, Mr. Morrison’s cock.”

“You’re young. Don’t rush into it. If you really want to try it, the CRISPR injection therapy is the way to go. The first session would probably put you at DDs, and after you had those for a week or two you could decide if you wanted more,” Mei said as she flipped the pancake in the pan.

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Hana said as she slumped over on the counter, letting out a long sigh. She still felt a little jealous of Mei, but more and more she was seeing her as the big sister she’d never had. “You’re so on top of things. I wish I was half the slut you were.”

“Don’t worry. Give it some time. The first time Jack took me home with him, I was in bed past noon the next day,” Mei reassured her, “I was just a chubby nerd who wanted extra credit. You’re a cheerleader and the captain of the school’s esports team. It’s no wonder he couldn’t keep his hands off of you.”

Hana had a hard time believing a sex goddess like Mei ever went through her own awkward phase, but she took the words to heart.

The stovetop clicked as Mei turned off the heat, “Want me to fix you a plate?”

“Pfft. As if!” Hana sat straight up on the stool, “I didn’t wake up early just to eat your homemade breakfast.” She grabbed a short piece of bacon and popped it into her mouth, “Even if it is super good.”

She got back on her feet, holding the counter for support. Her sore pussy, stretched out and tenderized from the lovemaking the night before, wasn’t happy about it, but she stayed on her feet.

“That’s the spirit!” Mei said with a grin as she poured some freshly brewed coffee into its cup, put the cup in its saucer, and the saucer on the tray, alongside the glass of orange juice, the plate of pancakes, and the second plate stacked with bacon, sausage, and eggs, “Won’t he be delighted?”

Mei walked ahead of her and Hana followed, but when they made it to the bedroom, Mei nudged Hana forward, “Looks like he’s still asleep. Wake him up for me?”

That got Hana’s heart racing. She hurried to the bed as fast as her weak legs could take her, crawled under the covers, then found his morning wood waiting for her. She put her hands on the mattress on either side of him, then went in with just her mouth.

Thanks to Mei’s coaching and a practice dildo, she was able to stretch her mouth open just wide enough to take in the head. She was still worried about her gag reflex, but she could at least swirl her tongue round and around his cock like it was an ice cream cone, her warm drool sliding down his length.

She felt the cock twitch and stir, then a hand was in her hair, brushing it with his fingers, “Well, what do we have here.”

“Special morning service, Master.” Hana heard Mei’s muffled voice through the duvet, “Breakfast and a blowjob.”

The duvet was thrown off, and Hana looked up at Mr. Morrison with big eyes full of devotion, “I’ll take it. Set the tray down, and then why don’t you help your little apprentice out with her job.”

“Of course, Master! Always happy to suck your cock.”

Naturally, the breakfast tray sat high enough that the two of them could continue worshipping his cock as he enjoyed his meal. Hana was a little disappointed when Mei took over, immediately deepthroating him down to the base, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked tightly, but she was already looking forward to getting back home. She was going to train, and by next week, she’d be taking his cock that deep as well!

Well, maybe next month.

For now though, there were two balls direly in need of worship.