Themis had lost track of time, talking to Flora without a phone to check. The sun would be going down soon, hopefully her apartment would be nice and cool. She parked in front of the apartment building with plenty of space left without Tracey’s Hummer taking up half the street, Eunice’s store was closed. The building was quiet, everyone seemed to be out, and she made her way directly to her floor. She was greeted with the beeping of her washing machine. The hamper was empty, Artie must have set it while Themis was changing. She wasn’t in the mood to do her laundry though.
Her panties were a mess from the lap dance earlier as she slipped out of her clothes and underwear in her bedroom, changing to the same large t-shirt from earlier. Then food. She was feeling something simple, so she quickly used her last clean pan to put together a quick black bean and corn sofrito, and wrapped it up in a tortilla with lettuce and fresh onions into a vegan burrito. Before dousing it in sour cream and shredded cheddar and turning it into a regular burrito. She toasted it lightly to seal it and melt the cheese and took it in her bedroom where she collapsed on her bed. She chomped it down in large mouthfuls, hunger had snuck up on her. Drippings stained her shirt, but she didn’t mind. She never wore it outside anyway.
It had been a long long time since she last slept on her bed, but by the looks of it it would be a little more. She turned anxiously, trying to find a comfortable spot to get a couple hours of shut eye before the job without much luck. She had grown accustomed to the narrow, hard bed in prison. Soft and familiar as her bed was, it simply wasn’t comfortable anymore. And Themis wasn’t sleepy anyway. Drinking herself to sleep was out of her question. The next best thing required a phone she didn’t have. Besides, disappearing for a whole year had probably burned her bridges with her regular booty calls. Alas, she’d have to fly solo.
She turned on her back in the middle of the bed. She breathed out, feeling the tension of the day gather across her body. She crossed her hands over her belly and closed her eyes. Goosebumps traversed her body and she felt herself heat up, the darkness behind her eyelids taking form. A lithe, bottom heavy form, dancing and swinging in the rhythm of an inaudible song. Themis wasn’t wearing pants to contain her erection this time, and she felt herself grow hard in seconds. Her balls ached, tensing up as her cock throbbed, getting warm and asking for attention.
With one hand Themis traced its shape over her shirt, the other opened the first drawer of her night stand and blindly browsed through her toys. She didn’t have time for the dildos or the vibrators, doubly so for the but plugs. The sleeves were always a good choice, the anal one especially made short work of her every time she used it. They didn’t compare to the real thing, though, and with the heat of the stripper still felt by her crotch they simply wouldn’t be enough. Instead she just pulled a bottle of lube, popping it open and drizzling a healthy dose on her hand. She threw it away after she was done and pulled her shirt up, taking a good look at herself underneath.
Hers was an impressive tool, on the bigger side though not the biggest she had ever seen. It was nicely long, proportionately thick, had a gently upwards curve to it and was smooth to the touch. Maybe not the largest one out there, but when she spread a girl around it she was hearing anything but complaints.
Themis ran her lubed up hand over her cock, letting out a soft sigh. She still had her foreskin and she didn’t need lube to jerk off. The feeling of her cock being wet excited her, though. It made for a looser grip, her hand gliding over her cock instead of pulling on it, but lubrication introduced all kinds of interesting opportunities she wouldn’t have access to otherwise. She pumped herself a few times, spreading a coat of lube everywhere. Then she brought her hand up to her glans, squeezing it between her fingers as she peeled her foreskin down. It got tighter the wider her pink cockhead became closer to its base, but the lube helped her pull it all the way down. With her cock unsheathed her whole body twitched, simple contact with the air sent shivers down her spine.
Alone in her room she didn’t need to keep quiet. She jerked off fast, her hand tight around her base and loose higher up the shaft until it turned to a light graze against the tip. Anything more and it’d feel more like pain than pleasure. Electric sparks flew under her skin and she let out muffled moans and hisses between gritted teeth. Her free hand cupped her balls, massaging them lightly as she slowly milked a load out of her, the sounds escaping her rising in volume with every stroke.
She liked to take her time usually, working herself up slow. Teasing herself, edging until an orgasm tore through her like a truck and made her toes curl and her eyes to roll back in their sockets. She wasn’t in the mood for any of that this time. The stripper had driven her mad and she furiously pumped her cock as she pictured the girl in all fours, her ass sticking out and rippling as Themis fucked her. One hand on her throat, the other pulling at her hair forcing her back to arch as she gave it to her hard. And with that thought Themis’ hips lifted off her bed and her thighs flexed as a long, guttural groan escaped her.
Her cock spurted cum in three powerful strings, the first one almost going all the way up to the low ceiling. They fell against her chest and stomach, staining her shirt, some even landed on her chin. She stuck her tongue out and gathered as much as she could, riding her orgasm and milking more and more milky fluid as she pulled on her cock until it was over. A sweet drowsiness fell upon her like a warm blanket on a cold, winter night. She was used to fighting it, casting it off to return the favour to whomever made her cum. All alone, though, she welcomed it, feeling her consciousness slip into a deep and welcome nap.