I wake up next to you, an hour after falling asleep following a slow, gentle sex session that ended with me on top of you, thrusting the head of my cock into you as I filled you with cum. You’re still asleep, back to me, hair messed up, still wearing panties, soaked in cum as it slowly drips out of you while you sleep. I roll over and put my arm around your waist, pull you close to me, I feel you wiggle your butt as you push back onto me, eyes still closed. We lay there for a few minutes, until I hear your breathing slow down as you fall back asleep. My hand on your stomach, I move it slowly down to the waist of your panties, my finger tracing the edge, across to your hip and down towards your thighs. Slowly following the edge of your panties until my hand is resting between your legs. I feel you move a little, and I pause, resting my hand against your cum soaked panties, waiting for you to fall back asleep. When I feel your breathing slow again, I push my middle finger gently across the elastic of your underwear, pulling it to the side just enough to slide my finger into you. I can feel how wet you still are, but more than that I can feel how full of cum you are. For the briefest of moments I imagine it’s someone else’s cum dripping out of you around my finger. I’m surprised to feel my cock twitch at the thought.
I can feel the blood rush to the head of my cock as I linger in the thought of another man filling you with his cum, wondering if you would have tried to stop the man, would have told him to pull out as he roughly fucked you… Or would you have begged the man to cum inside you, the same way you do with me? But I know you, and am sure that in the thrill of the moment you would have looked that man in the eyes when you felt his grip tighten around your ass, fully aware of what was about to happen, eager for it, hungry for it. You would have wrapped your legs around him and locked eyes as that man pulsed inside you, your pussy would have tightened around his cock, a cock you’d never felt before then.
You might have told him “no” moments earlier, but in the end you would be begging him for it, and feeling him fill you up would have made you cum too, so hard… Lost in some perfect mix of shame, excitement, and pure slutty desire to be filled with another man’s cum. You’d cum so hard, pushing his cock out of you, feeling his cum drip down your thighs as he stepped away from you, putting his cock in his pants, buckling his belt, leaving you covered in his sweat, dizzy from the orgasm. You’d watch him walk away as you pulles your panties back over your pussy, trapping his cum inside you.
Laying next to you as you slept, my finger was still inside you and my cock as hard as it’s ever been, pushing up against your ass, as I listen to your breathing, hoping you’re still asleep.
I wondered if you’d tell me. If you’d have come home and fallen on the floor crying, run to the shower to clean off, hoping I wouldn’t smell his sweat on your neck or his cum in your pussy. Or maybe you would have waited, waited until we went to bed that night. Waited until you’d swallowed my entire cock, teased every inch of my body with your mouth while you whispered dirty words in my ear. Until my cock throbbed, until the head of my cock was coated in precum, and I couldn’t keep my hands off you. When would you tell me? Would you wait until I buried my cock inside you, until I remarked how wet you are, how soaked your panties are already. Would you make me go down on you? Would you tell me when my tongue was buried inside you, covered in another man’s cum? Would you tease me until I couldn’t take anymore, then tie my hands above my head….make me think it’s so that I couldn’t get carried away grabbing you. But really you would tie me up so you could straddle me, hold my cock at the opening to your pussy, make me beg for it. “Do you feel how wet I am?” you’d say, squeezing the base of my cock, making the head bulge against your pussy, feeling that man’s cum drip out of you and down my cock, without me having any idea.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” I’d say, still no idea what I was feeling on my cock.
“Do you want a taste?” you’d whisper, running a finger along your pussy until it was coated in cum.
I would nod. “Yes, please.”
You would bring your finger to my mouth and wipe that man’s cum across my lips. You’d watch my tongue lick it up, and when you noticed the brief moment of confusion come across my face as I tasted it, you’d finally sit down onto my cock, sliding it deep inside you as you lean down with your lips right by ear. “I let him cum inside me,” you’d whisper and you grinded into my cock, fast and harder, as deep as can be.
I would probably give you a confused look, maybe even a smile, thinking you were role playing. Still grinding fast and deep onto my cock, you would smile back, realizing that I didn’t think you were being serious. “I let him cum inside me, baby,” you’d say, not slowing down a bit. “I let him fuck me. I let him use every one of my holes. And then I begged him to cum inside me.”
You would watch my face fall, watch it turn from confusion, to shock, to anger, all in an instant. But just as quickly you would watch it turn to lust. You’d feel my cock swell, getting even harder inside you, deeper than you’ve felt before. And seeing the shift in my body, feeling my cock get harder as you described being fucked, you would cum so hard, screaming while you rode out the orgasm. “I let him cum in me, baby. I’m sorry I let him fill me up with his cum, baby. I needed it so bad, I needed his cum so bad,” you cried as your body shook and quivered on top of me.
I would wake up next to you an hour later. For the first few seconds I wouldn’t be able to tell if it was just a dream, but I’d quickly remember every moment of it. I’d look over at you, sound asleep, back turned to me. I’d roll over and put my arm around you, running my finger down your stomach, resting my hand on your bare pussy. My middle finger would slide inside you gently, still so wet, and I’d stay there for a moment feeling my cum, mixing with his cum, mixing with your cum. I’d slide my hand out, dragging my wet finger over your clit as I brought my finger up to my mouth, slowly licking it clean. I’d wrap my arm around you, still tasting us as I fell asleep.
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