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It started when I was in my teens. I found a videotape once, by accident, of me and my father having sex. I had no recollection of it, I’d never even suspected that my dad had abused me, but the evidence was right there. He’d drugged me? I guess, and then after I was passed out set up a video camera to capture his abuse.
I was in my teens when he undressed me, there on my bed, and licked and kissed my unresponsive body. Then he put his penis in my mouth, just jerking off while the head was between my lips until he came that way, shooting his sperm all over my face. He cleaned me up and then a few minutes later, when he was hard again, he made love to me.
He seemed to be having some difficulty and it was with some shock that I realized he was taking my virginity. I’d wondered later when I was 18 or so, why I didn’t have a hymen. I’d felt little real pain the first time
I’d had sex…what I thought was my first time, I should say. Now I knew, my dad had broken my hymen long before.
I was 18 when I found the tape and I was angry, sure. I felt violated and abused, but it was also a little exciting too. Very confusing actually, because I found myself growing damp and I even had those images pushing into my head when I masturbated, which was something I’d started doing more and more as I matured. I never confronted my dad about it, and I doubt I ever will. I love him too much for that.
**Kinky excitement…**
Since then, I’ve been most excited by the thought of my body being used by men without my knowing. Strangers especially, for some reason, making love to me while I slept unaware and waking up without ever knowing they’d even done it. Or, sometimes, I would imagine waking up and finding my vagina a stretched and besotted mess, with sperm from one or more men leaking out of me. This never failed to arouse me, but it isn’t something I could easily discuss with my boyfriends for obvious reasons.
When I got to college I became quite the party goer, but not exactly a party girl. I didn’t sleep around at all, if anything I had a reputation as kind of a cold fish. I was attractive enough to get a generous share of attraction, with a nice toned body, long dark hair, and wide doe eyes, but I largely refused to sleep with any of the men I met.
This almost inevitably led to my dates trying to get me drunk, to get me so out of it that I’d give in to their desires. I suppose this was actually part of my plan as well because I found myself drinking quite a lot and
even if I wasn’t out of it I’d often pretend I was, just so the guys would take advantage of my condition.
**Tipsy…**
At one party I was a little tipsy, but actually pretending to be so drunk that I could barely stand when my date managed to get me undressed right on the couch. I had sex with at least 7 men that night and I loved every second of it, letting my body react while keeping my eyes tightly shut. I wanted to be unconscious, to not even know what they were doing, but of course, I did. They all used me, filling my vagina repeatedly with their pricks and cumming in me. My boyfriend cleaned me up and got me home and when I spoke to him the next day he was worried, but I told him I didn’t remember a thing, and he was greatly relieved.
Then I met my husband. A very nice and handsome man, very intelligent and witty. We dated and finally engaged in sex and after a while, he made it clear he wanted us to try anal sex. I’d never done that, but I’d be willing for him. I didn’t tell him that however, instead, I told him I was very nervous and I thought it would hurt too much since I was still a virgin there and he was so large. He kept reassuring me and promising to be gentle, but I had a better idea. I’d take some sleeping pills and he could do it while I was out of it.
**Uncertainty…**
He wasn’t too sure about this, probably because he really enjoyed the way I reacted in bed. I was usually quite animated and very active during our lovemaking. My being asleep probably sounded pretty boring to him. But I persisted, telling him just for the first time, just so I’d be used to it, and then later we would do it again when I was awake. He agreed and even nodded when I asked him to tape it for me, so I could watch it later as he took my ass for the first time. At least that way I’d be able to experience it with him. He seemed to think that was a good idea, and he started
getting more eager.
The night we did it I was so excited I didn’t think the pills were going to work, although they were supposed to be very strong. But I finally did fall asleep and I didn’t feel a thing until the next morning when I woke up, feeling very sore. We made love that morning while my boyfriend told me how it had been for him.
He said he’d really enjoyed it, not just fucking my ass, which he knew he’d love, but the fact that I was asleep as well. He said it had surprised him how powerful it had made him feel, how protective of me because I seemed so totally vulnerable. He said he could have done anything, but he knew I trusted him, and that had made it so special.
I couldn’t have agreed with him more.
**Watching myself…**
Later, watching the tape, it was incredible for me. For both of us, I think, seeing me totally unconscious and being used. I told my boyfriend we could do that anytime he wanted, and he just looked at me surprised. `Really?’ he’d asked and I nodded. Absolutely, it was my favorite thing, my secret fetish, to be asleep during sex. I’d never told anyone before and I was so
grateful that he didn’t laugh at me.
He proposed a month or so later and we were married this past June. Since that first time, we’ve done sleepy sex maybe 20 times? A couple of times a month at least, and we came to an agreement on some things because it is a trust issue. We videotape everything because that really is what makes it real for me, being able to see myself that way.
He also knows I enjoy the idea of strange men using me, and so we have a plan to arrange something with some of my husband’s friends. But I have to agree to it explicitly. I’m not sure how he’ll approach them, I know I’d have some mild reservations asking one of my friends to sleep with my husband. But maybe it’s different for men? I’ll find out, I’m sure, hopefully in the very near future…
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