I woke up with an erection at 5am.
She had conditioned my body to do that.
In the past week she’d stroked me twice, sucked me once, and grind her ass against me thrice, each time to wake me and then use my cock to get herself off. One night she even jammed my cock between her legs when it was the only part of me that was awake, and I’m quite she would have fucked my sleeping corpse if I’d taken any longer to open my eyes.
But this time when I woke up I only found her gently snoring across from me.
*
She was beautiful as she slept so soundly. But I’d change that.
If it was okay for her to wake me up when she wanted the D, it was fair game for me wake her when I wanted her C.
And right now I wanted her cunt alright, I work up hungry for it.
*
I fished some accessories from the nightstand. Sometimes I wondered why we ever put them away…
She lay on her back, near the center of the bed. It was almost perfect for what I had planned… though perhaps her position had been the reason for the plan? I was too groggy to care.
I had a very long blue “scarf”, made of some strange material I could never remember the name of, but it was super long and thick and deep, like something a fairy-tale giant would wear.
I took one of her sleeping hands and I gently and slowly tied one end of the scarf around her wrist. I did not want to wake her yet. She was a sound sleeper but I wasn’t about to take any chances and ruin the surprise. When I was satisfied that end would hold, I wrapped the scarf several times around the nearest bedpost, before I ran it to the other side and repeated the same. She would be bound to the headboard.
*
I gently peeled back the comforter and the sheets. I knew what I’d find.
She wore no pantries. Just a black tank top. I could see her plump little pussy lips. I needed to bury my tongue between them. But first I just dragged it over the length of each. Just gently. Just to tease. Just to make the last moments her of her dreams that much more interesting.
I heard her moan some, but I think she was still awake.
I pushed the tip of my tongue between her folds finally – and I finally felt her body stir. She did this little shimmy with her hips, which served to move my tongue deeper between her pussy lips. I started to lap up and down and felt already the beginnings of the juices within her start to spill from her inner most opening. I licked her everything, I loved her everything. And I felt her start to grind her everything against my face.
I heard a gentle moan from above but felt no fight. This wasn’t the first time she’d woken up helpless with my face buried between her thighs.
*
I licked her pussy for who knows how long. There was no timer or agenda. But I pained her crevice with my saliva and the juices I collected from her.
I sucked her clit a bit.
I penetrated the shallow of her depth but only with my tongue.
This entire oral experience was just to warm her fires and to make her beg for something real.
The real thing would be my cock inside her, accompanied by a cruel machine buzzing on her clit until she squirted tears from her eyes and girl cum from her pussy.
*
I rolled back and removed my lips and tongue from her when she finally started to beg for me to allow her release. When she finally said she wanted to cum, she would but not that way.
I pulled my face from her. I found myself on my knees.
I smiled at her. I often found it funny how content she seemed tied up, subject to my every whim. She smiled back.
Did it really not occur to her what was in store? When did I ever tie her up without a reason?
*
I scooted forward.
I put my hands under her knees – I pulled them up and apart. I leaned forward and fell on her. I buried my face in the nap of her neck. I kissed and nuzzled and sucked it. She shivered and I felt the stubble on my cheeks sandpaper over her delicate skin.
My erection fell flat on her pussy. It was so hard for her, and it was so hard pushing on her puffy pussy. I pushed her knees slightly further apart and felt her lips spreading beneath me. I felt her opening for me.
I didn’t need to help it inside – I just needed to pull my hips back slightly and my cock found its home on its own. The tip traced her and pressed at her opening.
In one firm motion I pushed myself inside her. I loved the shallow for a second with my tip before pressing it full to her depth. The warmth and wetness surrounded me, and felt so wonderful.
I sucked on her neck. I heard moans escape her as I started to thrust fully in and fully out. It felt good to fuck her. It always did.
*
I slid my hands from her knees to her feet, I pulled them behind me. I wrapped her legs around my waist and she crossed her ankles from instinct. She pulled me in as I thrust.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and pushed myself up to my knees once more.
I kissed her once before that though. Just once, passion, a moment of it, before the inevitable fury which was the reason I had woke her.
*
When I found my knees I put my hands under her ass, and lifted her slightly. I drove my thighs between her ass and the bed. Raising her pelvis from the bed, and forcing my cock upward, a natural angle whereby every thrust would meat her g-spot. Right away I felt myself hit that mark, and right away I felt her clench around me.
I pulled my hands out. I wanted them for other things.
I just thrust forward and backward, and it caused her cunt to bounce up and down on my stiffness. And she asked for “more”. It was her favourite word. It was my favourite word too when she uttered it.
*
“More” found me reaching back behind us. I slipped my hand under the mound of sheets I had left there, left to hide the vibrator I would use to wreck her clit.
I pulled it out, a wand, the full size monster. A monster to terrorize that pussy.
*
Fucking her was already wonderful. Every stab into her was met with a flex of her muscles. The intensity of that flexing would only increase, I knew it, it was time to force that.
I brought the wand to her clit. I looked and saw her sweet little eyes were closed. A slight smile was painted across her face. When the wand made contact with her skin I watched her eye lids fly open like blinds.
And her eyes grew huge with fear, because she immediately knew why she was tied up, and why I was grinning.
I switched on the wand. I switched it on to full. And it was full against her clit.
She screamed.
She yelled to stop. But I did not.
She had a safe word, stop was not it.
And fuck her screams made me fuck her harder. Though I almost didn’t have to.
She thrust her pussy up and down and around to try to escape the earthquake against her clit. But there was no escape. I held it against her hard. With both my hands.
*
The head of the wand mashed her clit and lips all the same. It was so blunt and terrible and didn’t care what it was doing to her, that it was pushing just as much pain into her as it was pleasure.
And I pushed it as fucking hard as possible against her. There was no let up. There was no mercy. And I loved her sobs.
She kept begging to stop but her pussy, the part around my cock, was clearly begging for more. It was squeezing me now like I knew it would. Pure chaos. It was like the waves conducted through her clit, into her g-spot, so when I’d strike that sweet spot within her she’d erupt every time.
*
I looked and saw tears streaming down her cheeks and it was beautiful. I looked and saw her hands struggling to try to pull free, hands struggling to try to stop or at least ease the assault on her pussy.
I increased the assault. I started rocking the wand and pressing and pulling and adding to its motion. To give it a bit extra. To give her a bit extra.
But my cock was the real extra. I started to pound it into her. Up into her. To add another layer to the stupid mess of flesh we were jamming together. Where I had been thrusting I was now pounding. I threw myself into her, her pussy accepted me as it always did.
*
And once I started fucking her, I mean *really* fucking her, I just knew she was on the verge of exploding and she did. I told her to. And she did. All around my cock her juices leaked and I felt like I was fire as her liquid rolled down my balls. My balls that tightened for her.
The inside of her pussy was a vice and then a motor and then might as well have been the wand cause it quaked on me.
I needed to fill her or paint her with my cum. She had been crying and moaning and begging and swearing. I found myself doing much the same.
I was telling her how I wanted to give her my cum. How hot it was to ride through the wave after wave of her orgasms. About how my balls sat at the edge of exploding, of filling her with my white wet lust.
*
When I could take no more I pulled my cock from her pussy. I dropped the wand just before and could hear it buzzing away beside her on the bed. One hand pulled my cock out and I jerked it. I held the tip against the clit that had just been destroyed.
And I felt her squirm against my tip. The flesh on flesh and my heat and my wetness – all the precum and her cum that coated it – they painted her raw clit.
I jerked and spilled a load on her clit and it pooled between her pussy lips, before a second stream joined it and threatened to overflow her natural pond.
I looked up from the white sticky mess and saw her licking her lips… and I saw her eyes locked on her pussy – watching so intently as I spilled my lust for her.
I was still hard but… I was getting harder despite having cum. I just pushed the tip back down and plunged it into her again. Half covered still with my cum with still more spurting from it. I fucked harder into her depths and caught a bit more of her aftershocks and it only extracted that much more cum. She milked me.
*
As I pounded harder than ever before. Fuelled by all that had come before. I was lost. My mind especially.
I dipped my thumb in the cum that welled is her pussy.
Then I asked if she wanted to taste it.
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