[MF] Sleep Attack (an intense CNC scene where I break and enter her)

Sometimes there are things you can only do if you 100% trust your partner. This is absolutely one of those times.

And a warning: this was a Consensual Non-consent scene, meaning we arranged the details beforehand and she could have stopped me at any moment, but it was an insanely intense scene. If that bothers you, I strongly suggest not reading this.

Miss M is a submissive of mine. We’ve been chatting for a while now, and had a really fun scene earlier. But both of our schedules can get busy. She had a thin window of a couple days where she could play, and two of those nights lined up with nights for me.

I offered to choke her out on one night. But she had a different scene in mind. She sent me two words: sleep attack.

This was a big one for both of us. We both had our STI tests updated, and I knew she wanted me to fuck her raw.

But sleep attack? The goal was for me to stop by her house in the middle of the night, sneak in, fuck her, take pictures of the aftermath, and sneak out. If all went according to plan, she wouldn’t know I was there until the next morning.

Plan B was if she woke up, she would be allowed to try and stop me.

The day of, her texts started to pick up. She was giddy about it. I was starting to worry she was going to be like a toddler waiting for Santa before she let me know her secret weapon – she needs sleeping pills.

We hashed out the final details- where I could park, which apartment was hers, and that the door would be unlocked.

Finally around 12:30, she let’s me know that she’s going to sleep. She gave me one last limit – no anal, please. I still had some work to do, and didn’t get to her place until 1:30. I could feel the anticipation fueling a fire of adrenaline in my belly.

Staying calm, I slowly walked up the stairs. I could hear motion in one of her neighbor’s apartments, but not the one that shared a wall with her. Apparently that neighbor didn’t move in until the next month.

I did my best to make it look like I belonged, while also trying to make as little noise as possible. I slow-turned the knob, it was unlocked as promised. The door didn’t squeak, and I was inside her place.

There was a dim light in the kitchen, and a room in the back had a light on, too. I could hear the soft breaths of someone asleep. I locked the door behind me, using the deadbolt. And slowly I took off my shoes, my pants, my underwear and my shirt.

The floor was hardwood. I left my socks on to muffle the noises. Naked and hard, I slowly stepped through her house, heading towards the lit room.

She was on her back and under a thick blanket. The bedside lamp was on. I’m not sure she intended to leave the light on. While it made for better pictures, it also made it more likely she’d wake up if I cast too many shadows over her.

Mentally, I took a moment to collect myself. If her eyes opened, I’d have a couple seconds to get the upperhand. She’s already on her back, it wouldn’t be hard to pin her legs and force myself onto her.

I remembered another CNC scene I had done, where I was still recovering from a broken wrist. That time I had overcompensated from my gimpy arm by using the bedsheets as a gravity restraint. It gave me an idea with her blanket.

Inch by inch, I started to move the blanket up, folding it twice. Her legs were expose, her thighs, her pussy. She wasn’t wearing anything below the waist. And now her bulky blanket was over her torso. If she woke, I only needed to push on the covered to pin her arms, buying me the time I needed to fuck her.

Next, I had to adjust her position. She’s a lot smaller than me, so I needed to spread her legs wide. Carefully and slowly moving her, letting her unconscious body get familiar to my touch, she complied with every nudge. I wondered how much of her slut nature was written that deep in her core. And damn it did she have some nice legs.

I started to run my fingers along her pussylips. I had a hunch this would be a problem – she’s a tight little fucktoy. When I’ve played with her while she was conscious, it took about 20 minutes of foreplay for her to get ready for my dick. Now I wasn’t sure how she would react, as I couldn’t use dirty talk. I had my fingers. And then I dared to use my mouth.

She started moaning.

I slowed down and listened. Her breath was still deep and slow. The moans were muffled, like a sleep talk.

This little slut was having a sex dream.

I used this. I kept my fingers to the pace of her moans. I positioned my cock against her pussy. It was still going to be tight. I should have used two fingers before switching. But I was throbbing hard. I wanted to be inside of her.

Fuck it.

I started to slide the tip of my cock inside of her.

She moaned harder.

It wasn’t stifled.

Her eyes were fighting to open. Her brain wanted to wake up. She was going to wake up.

My instincts exploded.

I slammed my hand over her mouth and pushed her head away so she couldn’t look at me. She was awake. Her body tensed. Her pussy was even tighter.

“Don’t you dare say a fucking word,” I said. It felt more like a primal growl.

She seemed paralyzed with shock.

I forced my way inside of her. Every part of my body was surging with power. I was in full control of her.

Wrapping my hands around her neck, I considered choking her until she passed out again. Her body was resisting it. I could feel the fear radiating off of her. It was making my balls tight.

I wasn’t going to last long. I didn’t care, though. This was purely for my enjoyment. I let loose, cumming deep inside of her cunt.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I felt her starting to relax. I put my hand over her eyes. She tensed back up, and I took a couple more pictures of her.

Pulling out, I didn’t care if I was quiet as I moved back to the living room. I put my clothes back on and marveled about how I had a sense of ownership of the space. I had invaded it and made it mine.

She was completely quiet in the room. I couldn’t tell of she was just laying there or if she was sleeping again. I trusted her to tell me if she needed aftercare then.

I left, locking the door behind me. My brain was on fire with excitement, and I knew I needed to get home before I crashed.

I texted her, including the pics. And I let her know that the door was locked. She got back to me the next day, letting me know she slept in super late. She admitted she barely remembers what happened. I’ll have her read this and tell me what she remembers.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/akkjzz/mf_sleep_attack_an_intense_cnc_scene_where_i