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Surprisingly I woke before Bob the following morning. I was still wrapped in his arms and I still had one hand between my legs. The throbbing in my head matched that in my pussy and arse. The alcohol from the night before telling my brain I shouldn’t have drunk that much. I untangled myself from Bob’s sleeping embrace and went to the bathroom to freshen up and drink some water. Returning to the bedroom I stood and watched Bob’s sleeping body for a moment. Remembering the exploits of the previous evening - or as many of them as my alcohol impaired memory would allow. I smiled and ran my hand over my boobs. The memories turned me on. I felt so much more confident: confident about my sexual appetite. I knew I would lose my virginity on this holiday - I’d planned for it: with sexy clothes and a visit to the doctors to sort contraception. But it had been so much better than I had imagined it would be. But losing my virginity unleashed all the sexuality I had been trying to contain. Bob could have had me at any time in our relationship. Just after my sixteenth birthday we’d had a nice day out, I’d been wearing a crop top. In the middle of kiss Bob moved his hand under the top and on to my boob. We had already been dating for 2 years and it was the first time he had made such an advance. I took hold of his wrist - didn't pull him away - just said ‘you can if you want, I won’t say no to anything. But I don’t know if I’m ready’. I let go of his wrist and went back to kissing him. He gave my boob a very hard squeeze and then slid his hand back to my waist. The throb in my tit made me wish I hadn't said anything, I could feel the fire in my pussy saying I should have let him take me. Now he had taken me I felt happy. After the nervous start I was gaining confidence, able to take the lead and initiate but still wanting Bob to dominate me.

I thought about sitting on the balcony in the mid day sun but then decided I wanted Bob. I crawled on to the bed, rolled him on to his back, the movement causing him to stir but not fully wake. I put my wanton plan into action, licking his cock and stroking his balls. I could still taste the exploits of the previous night on him. I positioned myself comfortably - the hangover not wanting me to work too hard but my wantonness needing his cock. I just lay with my head on his abdomen stroking and licking his cock: willing it to wake; willing Bob to wake and use me. We’d fucked almost constantly the previous day but I wasn’t satiated and hoped Bob would be as eager to repeat it all again today.

From my position I couldn’t see Bob wake but I felt his cock start to twitch to life under my tongue and I kept licking, letting it grow in my mouth whilst I cradled his heavy balls. I could feel Bob’s body start to move but I didn’t stop my task - licking and sucking his cock - waking him with my mouth in a slutty way. If my head didn’t hurt so much I would have laughed at my behaviour. All the desire and passion that I had for Bob had been suppressed and now it was released. Released to make me the sluttiest girlfriend. And I was content with that. The cock in my mouth convinced me how content I was with being Bob’s slutty girlfriend. How content I was with everything that had happened no matter how humiliating it had been I wouldn’t have changed any of it. My pussy was already wet with desire. I wanted to please Bob, wanted to be his sex toy, wanted him to make love to me, wanted him to fuck me, to be gentle with me one moment and rough the next. Wanted to do anything he wanted me to do. I sucked harder on the now rigid cock as these thoughts flashed through my head.

I felt Bob’s hand stroke through my tangled hair. “Good morning slutty girlfriend" he teased me. I let the cock out of my mouth and twisted to look at him. He had propped himself up and had clearly been watching for a while.

“Is that anyway to greet your future wife?” I teased him back, remembering the mistaken line he’d dropped about marrying him when he was an officer, moving my hand from his balls to his cock so I could keep working it.

“It's the way to greet the girl who is sucking my cock whilst I’m asleep” he continued to tease with a big smile on his face.

I wiggled up the bed and kissed him, I could taste stale beer on his

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