This story is pure fiction, and has some non-consent because one of the characters is sleeping. I only condone this type of thing in fiction and in a very well negotiated context where the limits are very clear. CNC can be very fun, but pleeeeease don't play with sleeping partners without their permission!
I slowly wake, a throbbing between my legs reminding me of the thorough fucking my Sir had given me just before we fell asleep. I glance over my shoulder to the naked man behind me, his back to me and his breathing steady.
In a moment of desire and sudden courage, I turn over and place a hand gently on Sir's hip, turning him towards me so he lays on his back. He grumbles lightly but doesn't wake and I decide to take this as far as I can.
I wriggle down next to his body, moving the blanket out of my way as I slowly and delicately try to spread my Master's legs so I may crouch between them on the bed. Surprised to have made it this far, and now comfortably in place, I pause to make sure that these movements have not disturbed his sleep.
I take a minute to examine his flaccid cock, it looks almost harmless, but I know better than to underestimate a slumbering beast.
I slowly lower my head towards the resting member, inhaling the scent of both of us just before I stick out my tongue and lick the underside of the tip, and withdraw to listen to his breathing. Still asleep.
I lick again, and wrap my lips around the head. I suck lightly at first, while my tongue massages the underside of the tip. I feel both Sir and his cock stir, and I stop sucking, but keep my mouth in place, and hold my breath.
I feel brave and start sucking harder than before, moving my head lower down the length, tasting myself from earlier, and relishing the memories. my lips reach as close to the base as I can get them, the shaft fully hard at this point, and Sir still breathing steadily, almost snoring.
I start sucking hard again and moving up and down the now very hard cock, occasionally pausing again to either look up at his face or to listen for a sign that he's woken up.
Just as I think I might manage to make him cum before he wakes, I feel a hand tightly grip the hair at the back of my head.
He groans that he hates being woken up before his alarm, and I know I'm about to be punished for that.
With a hand firmly in my hair, he forces my head down his length and I choke on it, tears filling my eyes, but he keeps going, determined to make me think twice the next time I decide to disturb his sleep.
He pulls out of my mouth and smacks my face with the head of his cock, leaving slobber and pre-cum on my cheeks, while I gasp for air. he gazes at my face, my eyes, locked on his, full of tears and remorse, my cheeks sloppy, and my lips parted, and he lets go of my hair.
"Face down, ass at the edge of the bed. Now!" he orders firmly.
I hurry into position as he gets off the bed and stands behind me. He slides his thick cock into my dripping pussy, filling me easily and smoothly, thrusting a few times to get it nice and wet.
My moans are muffled by the mattress.
Then, without warning, he slips out.
With one hand, he aligns his cock with my asshole, the other presses down on my back so I don't move, then he starts pushing in.
