Morning Brew: An Erotic Tale of Desperation and Drinking

By Kaylee Kennicott

Caroline knocked on my door this morning, as she does every morning. And when I let her in, she closed the door behind herself and then she poked my chest to make me lie down on the floor, and when I obliged, she straddled my face, peeled aside her panties, and pissed into my open mouth. As she does every morning.

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This is the story of how Caroline found me, on my first day of freshman orientation, and how I became her toilet slave over the course of the week.

Includes: public urination, holding, pissing (on a person), pissing (in a mouth), oral sex, female domination, hot coed, light romantic fluff

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kaylee Kennicott
• Release date: Sep 25, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463008973

Kaylee Kennicott

Kaylee is 25 years old and writes erotica.

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MORNING BREW:

An Erotic Tale of Desperation and Drinking

Kaylee Kennicott

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Copyright 2018 Kaylee Kennicott

MORNING BREW

Caroline knocked on my door this morning, as she does every morning. And when I let her in, she closed the door behind herself and then she poked my chest to make me lie down on the floor, and when I obliged, she straddled my face, peeled aside her panties, and pissed into my open mouth. As she does every morning.

I was hard by the time she had finished. This morning, she really had to go. And while I lay there dazed, still relishing the taste of her, she got up, adjusted her skirt, and grabbed the thermos of coffee I had prepared for her.

Thanks, toilet slave, she said, blowing me a kiss. Then she left. As she did every morning.

I masturbated into a sock, and threw it on top of the rest of the dirty clothes in my closet hamper. As I did...every morning.

Only then could I collect my papers and books and head to class.

xxx

Caroline had found me on the very first day of freshman orientation. My door was propped open while I unpacked; I was hoping that people might walk past and say hi, or that neighbors would introduce themselves. Caroline was the first.

Hey, she said, poking her head in. We’re connected.

Huh? I said, staring at her. She was undeniably beautiful, with fine features and an elfen-like face. And her magnetism...the way she moved was entrancing.

We have connected singles, she said, Neighbors, and pointed to the wall that separated our two single-bed rooms. There was a door that I thought was a closet, but didn’t open when I tried it. That door is usually locked.

Usually? I said. I still felt confused, enough that I tugged the door handle to check if it was open. Then I realized that it led to her room; like how some hotels have connected suites with a locked door between them.

She laughed. You’re cute. You must be really gullible, right? I bet sarcasm goes right over your head.

Um. I do tend to take things literally, I said.

Oh, I am going to have so much fun playing with you, she smiled.

I smiled back, but I still felt confused. Playing?

That first meeting, I honestly couldn’t get a read on her. Was she messing with me? Or was she an idiot? I figured, with her as a neighbor, the truth would reveal itself over time.

In fact, truth revealed itself that very evening.

Around 9 o’clock, a knock came on my front door. I hadn’t gotten into my pajamas yet, but I was winding