This is a rough CNC and not for the easily offended.
Shae woke up the next morning alone in her bed, vision a blur, feeling very hungover. Her body was sore. Her head was pounding.
"Geez what happened last night?" she thought.
She was unable to recall right away how she even made it home. She remembers going bar hopping with her friend. She remembers harshly turning down some assholes hitting on her and her friend at the last bar they went to. She looks around her room and notices her broken left high heel lying next to the other one in front of closet. Images of her falling on her ass made her aware of the bruise on her left cheek.
She sat up as she had visions of Joe. She remembers smelling his cologne as her face was buried in his neck and chest. Then her eyes fill with a sudden realization of what happened.
She quickly looked under her bed and pulled out her special toy box. Everything was in the exact place that she had left it. Puzzled, she grabs her cell phone and texts her best friend asking what time they left the bar that night to figure out when she got to her house.
She recalls the intensity of Joes hot breath on her neck, and it sends her memory reeling to thoughts of his tongue taking control of her to force out an incredible orgasm.
"But, that could not have happened. It had to be a dream, none of my stuff has been moved." Her purse and her keys hung in the spot where she always left them.
She thought she was losing her mind.
She contemplated going next door and asking him about it. She knew how awkward of a conversation would that be if he did not fuck her to madness last night. She was feeling conflicted and heavily questioned her own sanity and her recent drinking habits.
Shae got up and took a shower. The hot water relaxed her back muscles a bit before she began lathering her long dark hair with her herbal essences shampoo, rinsing it out and putting the conditioner in. She let it soak into her hair as she lathered her body in in Ivory body wash. As her hands worked their way up her curvy sexy body she found a couple of bruises on both her wrists.
"It couldn't have been a dream." she thought, settling her internal debate about going next door and asking Joe straight out about it.
Once out of the shower she let her hair air dry into their natural curls that rest just a few inches below her shoulders. She put on her favorite blue floral sundress that reached her mid-thigh with a sweetheart styled neck that showed off her cleavage not in a trashy way but enough to make a man bite his bottom lip.
Leaving her cell phone inside her house she walks next door to Joe's.
Shae takes a deep breath as she reaches the porch and rings the doorbell. She waits there for a few moments. Hearing nothing, she reached up to knock on the door but stopped herself. She thought that this was a bad idea, so she turned to walk away. Then she hears the lock of the door being opened and soon Joe's standing in the doorway looking Shae up and down in her little dress.
"Hey there neighbor." Joe says with a kind smile.
"Hey Joe, I was... Well, uhm, I..... I-I just had a question." Shae says nervously.
"Uhm, sure. Is everything all right?" He gestured for her to come inside, which she hesitates but still walks in. He closes the door behind them, and he leads her to the couch in the living room to have a seat.
"Yes, I am all right. Well, I think so anyway." Shae answers as she sits down.
"So, what was your question?" he asks sitting in the recliner chair beside the couch.
Shae clears her throat, "Well, this is going to sound silly and way out of left field here, but I had this really vivid crazy dream last night."
Joe looks at her intently waiting for her to continue.
"You were in it actually." she says. Her voice suddenly grew hoarse, giving her a bit of a cough.
"Was I? Hey you sound parched so before you tell me about it, would you like something to drink? You like Gatorade?" he asks politely.
"Yes, please. I would love one! Sorry, I am kind of dehydrated."
"It's no problem." he says.
He comes back with a blue Gatorade, and Shae guzzles a good majority of it.
"Better?" he asks.
"Yes, thank you so much." She answers.
"Now, what were you saying? You had a vivid dream about me?" He says as he sits back down in his chair.
"Yes well, I uhm, came home drunk from the bar last night. Like super drunk and you were sitting outside on your porch-"
"Oh. That part wasn't a dream. I saw you bust your ass last night and lose your keys. Remember?" He interrupts her and explains with a laugh.
Shae paused and said, "Oh. Wait so that part had actually..?"
He nodded his head slowly while smiling at her. Shae began to feel kind of faint and dizzy.
"I could literally smell the alcohol on you from my porch." He states.
"So did you come. In-into my, into th- the house I mean." She stuttered. Her vision was reducing details down to a colorful blur.
The smile on Joe's face went from sweet to sinister.
"Oh, I came sweetie. I came hard all up in that pussy and made it mine, remember?" he says moving himself to the couch closer to her as her eyes start fluttering and her body begins to sway.
"Y-you fucked me d-didn't you." She says weakly. Her vision was growing dark. "No.." She mutters.
"I'm your fucking daddy now. I can't believe you forgot so soon." He runs his hand along her hair and down her arm. "That's okay, your tight ass is about to get a new lesson." He tells her just as she slips out of consciousness slumping over on his couch. He pulls her dress straps down to pull her titties out. They were so big and perfectly round. Her nipples have such a sweet soft tone of pink to them.
"You're all mine, you sexy little tease." He whispers in her ear.
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