At first, it feels like a pleasant dream. My husband's strong hands undoing the clasp of my bra with ease, then slipping underneath the cups to fondle my breasts, tracing circles on my hardening nipples. I feel my consciousness wavering in and out of a dream-like state as I fight past the few glasses of wine in my system, only to wake up and assess my situation.
I realize with a start that I had not been dreaming, not really. And with that realization, two more follow:
1. I must have fallen asleep on the couch after my husband got up and went to bed, and
2. There is currently a man touching my body while he sleeps 15 feet away.
My eyes dart immediately to the still-closed bedroom door; he must still be asleep. My mouth opens in a scream, but the man on top of me stifles it by slapping his open palm over my mouth.
"Scream and it's all over, bitch," he whispers. A shiver runs down my spine. His voice sounds eerily familiar, but with panic coursing through my blood I can't stop to place it. I must know him, though. "You wouldn't want to wake your husband, now, would you? Have him see you in such a vulnerable position with a stranger, enjoying yourself?"
I shake my head, eyes widening in horror. I am most certainly NOT enjoying myself! Am I? No, of course not.
Even as I think this, though, the man slips his free hand out of my bra and down my stomach, dipping his fingers into the front of my panties. As he draws them back out across my body, he leaves a trail of undeniable wetness behind. This bastard! I remember now that I had fallen asleep still urgently massaging my pussy, desperately seeking release before passing out cold. I don't remember an orgasm, though - shit. I shiver again as the wetness on my midriff cools against my skin, and my hips roll involuntarily before I can catch myself.
Deep breaths, I tell myself. Don't let him think you want this. This feeling is because of your husband, not some stranger.
My eyes dart back and forth in an attempt to make out any features in the dark. The stranger chuckles softly. "You understand now? Good. I'm going to do whatever I want tonight, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it. But I'm not cruel - you'll have your fun, too."
I shake my head again and whine against his fingers still pressed to my lips. Cloyingly, he asks me: "if I move my hand, are you going to scream?" I think for a moment. I don't want him to touch me, but I certainly don't want my husband to have to walk in on this scene, either. Who knows what tales this man could spin? Finally, I stop struggling against his weight atop my body and slowly shake my head no. He removes his hand and I wet my lips in nervousness. I wonder if I can get him off with a hand job, I think. That wouldn't be so terrible, and then he'll leave me alone.
The strange man has other plans, though. As soon as his hand is free, it immediately seeks out my breasts. My breath hitches ever so slightly as he finds my nipple and tweaks it between two fingers, but of course, damn him, he immediately notices. He laughs. "Like that, hey?" I don't dignify him with a response, but he is incensed nonetheless by my lack of fighting back.
His other hand gently traces a trail from my belly button down to the waist of my pants, and he tugs these off with little effort before tossing them on the floor. As he begins gently massaging me over my silky panties, I can feel the heat grow between my legs. I clench my thighs together so as to not grant him easy access, but he shifts his weight with a frustrated grunt to shove his knee between them, propping them ever so slightly ajar. Through his jeans, I can feel his hard member twitch against my hip where he's pressed against me.
He continues this assault, alternating between rolling, flicking, and tugging on my nipples and massaging me through my panties. All the while his cock grows hotter, burning against my skin through his pants. After a few moments it begins to feel amazing, jolts of pleasure zapping through my body down to my sex, the wetness gathering and beginning to flow from the apex of my thighs, but I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing. Instead, I grit my teeth and stare forward at the ceiling. He laughs. "Have it your way, princess."
As quickly as the assault began, it ends, and I breathe a sigh of relief. He's given up, decided I'm not worth the trouble, thank God. But then, I feel his weight lessen against me as he stands. I hear the unmistakable sound of a belt and fly being undone, and he throws his pants to the floor before climbing atop me once more. I can't see it, but I feel his bare cock and balls rest heavily against my stomach as he straddles me, tugging insistently at my shirt and then bra. He is now completely naked, and the only thing protecting me from him in the thin wet silk of my panties.
Satisfied in his work, the stranger steadily inches his way up my body until his knees come to rest above my shoulders, effectively pinning my arms out of his way. I slap and scratch at his ass to no avail as the tip of his cock brushes against my tightly sealed lips.
His precum has begun to bead and collect at the tip of it, wetting my lips enough to just barely let him into my mouth. The spongy tip of his cock hits my gritted teeth and he hisses his disapproval. "Open wide, bitch," he tells me. "Now!"
The man wraps his long and slender fingers around my delicate neck, cutting off my air. I thrash and fight him for a moment before I realize how serious of a predicament I'm in and reluctantly open my mouth, granting him entry. His hips thrust forward roughly and my mouth is filled with his cock. "Yeah, take it bitch!" he whispers harshly. "Use your tongue. Show me how much you love my cock."
