Woken at midnight
I wake up in the most compromising positions…
Last night I slowly came to consciousness, swimming up through dreams of being caressed and fondled by faceless, nameless men, some of them gentle, some rougher, some taking small bites of me, others pulling me hard against them. I moaned, on that knife-edge between lust and fear, between pleasure and pain.
Richard pulled me onto my back, his hands still on my breasts, and I could feel him over me. I tried to open my eyes but I hadn’t woken enough yet. He kneaded my breasts, then bent his head and suckled and bit them as his hand reached between my legs. He pushed my legs apart with his hands and I thought groggily that he was going to fuck me. But not tonight.
“Come for me.” He began playing with my pussy as he continued to tongue and nibble my breasts.
I moaned.
“Come for your Daddy. Show me what a slut you are. Come for me.”
“Please. I’m so tired. I can’t.”
“Do it now. You’re going to come, and then I’m going to use your mouth.” He didn’t stop, and he pulled my hand down to my pussy so that I would touch myself too.
I half-heartedly began to stroke myself. I knew he wouldn’t listen to me. I was already turned on, but in that heavy, sleepy way that doesn’t usually mean an orgasm is nearby. But he wanted an orgasm.
His hands and mouth got rougher on my breasts. Why does that make me so crazy?
“Come for me, or I’ll get rougher. You know I like to hurt you. Do what I say.”
The fear of him hurting me, and the thrill, pushed me to the edge and over quickly. As I shuddered to orgasm, he grabbed me by the back of the neck and pushed my mouth down onto his cock. I choked and tried to pull away but he pushed me further onto him and held me there.
After a moment he curled my hair around his hand and used it to pump me up and down on his cock. I still didn’t feel completely awake and tried to just relax so that I wouldn’t choke and drool so much. He maneuvered me between his legs and began face-fucking me harder and faster, pumping my head with his fist in my hair and thrusting up each time he pushed my face down. I closed my eyes and focused on not choking, his cock slippery with my drool. So hard, I felt every vein in it.
Suddenly he gasped and went rigid, my face buried in his lap, his cock filling my throat. After a second I felt his cum hit the back of my throat and then fill my mouth. I gulped it down, trying to swallow it all. After a minute he pulled me up next to him, rolled me on my side and wrapped his arms around me.
“Good girl. Go back to sleep now.” He was asleep in seconds; I lay there for several minutes, loving his arms around me and the deep feeling of being owned and used, and then I drifted off too.
Yay! It’s so good to see you both back (and in top form apparently). You have the best stories.
Including this one. Mmm, hotness.
Comment by Sugar — June 11, 2008 @ 4:32 am
Ahh the best part of our lives… the feeling of being used.. and owned..and in complete bliss over it all!
**hugs**
Comment by Juli — June 11, 2008 @ 3:54 pm
Very sexy. But I have to admit, I would be a little pissed to be woken up, even for sex. I just love my sleep too much!
Comment by Southern Angel — June 11, 2008 @ 6:55 pm
“His hands and mouth got rougher on my breasts. Why does that make me so crazy?”
OMG this drives me crazy too…
Great to see you two back.
essence
Comment by essence — June 11, 2008 @ 8:48 pm
such an amazingly beautiful night between two lovers so passionate and sensual and wonderful.
Comment by robert — June 14, 2008 @ 7:52 am
I loved this story. One excuse my husband used to give for not having more sex w/me was that I went to bed too early. Now he’s figured out how hot it makes me when he wakes me up in the night - it’s stopped being a problem!
Comment by Penny — June 14, 2008 @ 8:22 pm