He didn’t sleep that night. Small wonder with his head going a million miles a minute. 11pm, frantically figuring out the seduction. Agonized over every possible plan. He sister was expecting her for dinner tomorrow night, 2 hours away. He had 6 hrs max. Midnight was the lightning strike thought. He’d been waiting on this for so long. 2 am- he decided she owed him for the nights worth of torment. And she was always commenting about high job stress, wanting to not have to worry about the next decision. He could use that. 4 am- there was a plan. Thats why at 8am, when the sun broke through the heavy drapes in his room, she went to stretch and rise from the bed, he was downstairs, breakfast made
And he told her deadpan the detailed description of her wanton dreaming. Mouth open in shock, She gets wet just listening to him casually discuss her lust and how he wants her just as bad.A day as his plaything, no decisions, giving into her fantasy, her payback to him for making him wait. He slides behind her, a firm hand on the back of her neck. He knew her too well to deny how bad she wanted this. So she says yes, soft and broken like its torn from her chest. Hearts beating enough to feel like it. Chokes down the food because he says she’ll need the energy.
He strips her naked before she puts away breakfast. Stopping her halfway through the task to lean her across the counter, hands stroking leisurely over her limbs. Then suddenly, 2 fingers sunk in her cunt. She cried out, hands scrambling to hold on in a world that narrows down to not cumming like a whore then and there. He stresses fuck toys need to show off their ass A lumbar arch is essential and the hooked fingers pull her body into place and that firm hand holds her down against the counter.
God she was going to melt into nothing but hormones and cum before the first hour.
He left her there, shaking. She knows not to move and probably couldn’t on such unsteady legs.
He slides the curved vibe into her cunt as he leans against the counter, thumbing through his phone calmly. Each swipe brings different pulse and too soon, she is mewling with need, legs wide, alley cat ass in the air. He snaps a picture. Shows her the perfect fucktoy display she has become. Exactly what he wanted.
He sends her on a bevy of little errands, dusting, re-arranging, picking up. Each one menial, while directing her to bend, squat or stretch. She loved it. Wetter with each task, she couldn’t believe how good it felt to be brainless, each action dictated. No thought except how to show of her body to advantage. The second deep squat, the vibe dropped from her body with a slick, quiet pop. He snatched it up, frustration evident on his face. Bending her over the coffee table, he made her lick it clean, then rammed it home. Then back to tasks they went.
The second time it dropped, She bent without hesitation over the dining table. Her mouth was open, eyes blank. as she sucked the proffered phallus greedily. He left it in her mouth and returned shortly hand full. The cold wetness at her ass had her crying out in alarm. Damn that firm hand on her back. It pressed her hard into the table as its accomplice started smoothing that thick gel into her asshole. THe plug slid its way home shortly after. He pulled the dildo from her whining mouth to replace it in her cunt. Then he tied them in tight enough to stretch the limits of her body.
The dildo pressed so much against her cervix it hurt with a grinding pressure. By the time she got to the game room, downstairs though the pain was replaced with an ache that made her start to grind her hips, pushing the hard plastic dildo against the boundaries of her womb. Her ass felt uncomfortable but the mass in her ass was making her even wetter. What was wrong with her?
Playing idly with the vibe controls on his phone, he watched her face go from blank eyed to a bit overwhelmed, and lost in lust.
Locking eyes with her after she wiped the lamps clean, he caught her hand and pulled her to stand before him as he stripped from his clothes and sat on the couch. He couldn’t resist tugging on the hip harness, just to hear her discomfitted cry at her bodies reaction.
Pressing her to kneel before him, it only took a few moments of encouragement until she delicately licked his cock. Hands buried in her hair, he pressed his cock to her lips. Getting her to put her hands behind her back was harder. But all he wanted to feel was those pale pink lips and sassy tongue.
He found a rhythm soon. His hands pumped her mouth around his cock. he watched her hands grip the ropes at her hips, trying to to raise her hands. It was so much to take. She wasn’t versed in blowjobs anyway and this was far past that. But she made herself relax as much as she could. No control was what she wanted.
She gagged often but only resisted until his thrust shortened. He tried to control it but it was so hard when feeling her velvet throat work on his cock was a dream come true. Speaking of such dreams, he came thinking about what she’d be like after he taught her to control her gag reflex.
Stars still in his eyes, he prayed she didn’t kill him after this. He wanted to show her so much.
She, however, was pleasantly surprised. The pounding has lasted so long but she swallowed his essence down without a thought. She didn’t know he could taste sweet. Her throat would be a little sore later, but the endorphins covered it for now.
Pulling her upward, he sat her in his lap. Curled up like a little girl, she sighed as his hands petted her. He filled her head with how good she was, a dream fucktoy. The buzzing in her body had stilled. But her skin burned from the constant arousal. She felt drained, loose, hungry. Soon she was only half awake, murmuring all her secrets in his ear. Hands teased and pressed, caressed and taunted every piece of her he could reach. Years of wondering made him determined to explore. His cock hardening between her legs, he listened to her tell him fantasies, desires, all with him as a key character Apparently he had a lot of catching up to do. So he slipped the ropes from her hips and pulled both intruders from between her legs as she sprawled on the couch, lost in some odd haze.
Still when he started to shift her position, her senses had returned enough that she straddled him without hesitation. She grinned, almost to herself, head back as she sank as deep as she could take him. Feral smile alight above him, his hands moved to her hips. Taking the encouragement, she started to move. Soon she plunged over him, eyes blind.
Too quickly his hands tightened on her body, a simple shift and she erupted over him. Her juices washing down his balls, so hot. She shoved herself onto him, determined to milk him dry this time.
Moments later, the spasms of his cock and her pussy had finally calmed. With her draped around him, breath harsh in the air conditioned breeze, He was certain he had attained some reward for some long forgotten saintly task. Her mind hadn’t cleared past the simple fact that reality was so much better than fantasy.
Once she could speak, she lifted her head and pinned him with a long, considering look. ” I think I need to tell my sister I’ll be there day after tomorrow. Travel is a bitch you know and I have somethings to get done here first”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/h8md4p/the_next_morning_sleepy_story_part_2
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