It's a hot summer night and I'm officially melting. My fan has broken so I can't cool myself with that but I feel too scared to leave my bedroom window open. You hear all sorts of stories about men climbing in through windows and fucking whoever they find. It's probably just a load of urban legends spread by suspicious women but I still daren't risk it, especially when my friends treat it as gospel.
So instead, I lay in bed sweating and getting hotter by the minute, and not in a good way. I consider masturbating because nothing sends me to sleep like a good orgasm but I'm too hot to even find the energy for that. I consider taking off my pyjamas but I hate laying in bed naked. It just annoys me too much.
Ten more sweaty minutes pass and I give in. I can't cope with this heat for the sake of a few stories! I open my window a few inches, figuring it would be hard to spot that gap from the street below, and climb back into bed. I'm so sleepy and soon drop off.
As I lay there sleeping, I begin to have such an arousing dream. It's like all my frustration with the heat and the lack of a bedtime orgasm has manifested and has given me this dream as a gift. Invisible hands are gently massaging my breasts, squeezing and rolling them softly. The hands tweak my nipples sharply and I squirm in my sleep. The brief pain feels so good and my pussy twitches. The hands squeeze my breasts again, more forcefully this time, before pausing. They stay still, cupping my breasts, and I'm almost disappointed that the dream seems to have ended here.
Then all of a sudden the hands move and fingers squeeze my nipples so tightly that I jolt awake. And I realise that the hands aren't invisible. They aren't a dream. Someone has found me in my bed and they have their hands under my pyjama top. I draw in a breath to scream and one of the hands whips out from under my top and slaps down over my mouth, cutting me off completely. I freeze, too scared to struggle. I always thought I would fight if something like this happened, but I daren't move at all.
The person attached to the hands seems to sense my fear and removes the hand from my mouth. They grunt as they move position, placing more of their weight onto the bed.
It's a male grunt and it's a cock I feel pressed up against my legs as he positions himself next to me. I still can't move through fear and lay there silently as he begins to play with my nipples again, softly and then roughly squeezing them. He pushes his cock against my thigh as he pinches and squeezes and I feel how hard and big it is. For a brief moment I feel a flutter of desire for that big cock but it soon passes as he continues to abuse my nipples without my consent.
Suddenly, he whips his hand out from under my top again and shoves my pyjama top up around my armpits. My breasts are exposed to the cooling air and I feel goosebumps spread over my skin. His hand strokes my breast softly before sliding down my belly and straight under my pyjama bottom waistband.
The loose elastic stretches easily to accommodate his every movement, my lack of panties making it even easier to gain access, and he doesn't stop to try and arouse me. He slides his fingers right down my slit, brushing past my clit, and pokes a fingertip into the opening of my pussy. He doesn't push it in further than the very tip and I allow myself a brief moment of hope that he's having second thoughts or has been disturbed and will leave but he continues and starts to try and push his finger into me. I'm not at all wet and his finger burns as he tries to work it into me.
With each pump, he gets ever so slightly deeper and deeper into me as my dry pussy tries to refuse him. But soon I start to feel my pussy moisten. His finger gains momentum and slides into me more and more easily. I want him to stop, to get off me, to leave me alone but my pussy grows wetter and wetter, betraying me.
He pauses and removes his finger. I can barely see him in the dark but I feel his weight move on the bed and then he's tugging and yanking at my pyjama bottoms and then they are off. I consider trying to jump up and run but I'm so scared and then he's back anyway, back pressed against me, then back inside me, pumping away with that finger. He adds a second and then a third finger and is soon pounding away at me with all three. I'm still frozen in fear and my body bounces up and down the bed with the force of this unwanted finger fucking.
It seems to go on forever, my poor pussy just accepting this invasion, and I can hear the squelching of my juices as he manipulates my hole. I'm so ashamed that I'm wet and feel so betrayed by my body.
He slows down the pumping and moves his hand so the his thumb is pressed on my clitoris while his fingers remain deep inside me. For the first time, my anger outweighs my fear and I try to move away from him. It's one thing to use me for his pleasure and games but quite another to try and pleasure me for his amusement. He laughs as I try to wriggle away and repositions himself so his weight is pinning me down. I can't feel his cock against my leg anymore but I can feel his thumb making circular motions against my clit as he rubs it slowly.
I desperately don't want to get pleasure from this manipulation but I can feel familiar stirrings as my clit swells and my pussy gets more and more wet. His fingers are sliding in and out of me so easily now and I hear him laugh again. I can feel the pleasure building and it's awful because I want him to stop but at the same time, I know I will cum and I want to cum.
He keeps slowly pumping away at me and rubbing my clit and then adds to my arousal by enveloping my nipple with his mouth and sucking roughly at my bud. I squirm as I'm touched everywhere. How can my body be enjoying this while I want to scream and escape?
I soon feel pleasure building again and my pussy twitches in anticipation. He laughs and I know he felt it on his fingers. I'm so ashamed that he must realise that my body is enjoying this onslaught. Suddenly, he picks up speed again, and rubs my clit with such force and speed that I seem to lose control of my body. I'm wriggling and squirming and I can feel the orgasm building and I just want him to stop, to stop, oh, to stop, to not force me into sharing such a private thing with him but then I explode and my pussy contracts around his fingers again and again and I moan in a mixture of pleasure and shame.
