I Have To Wake Up Early

He said to me last night. "I can't keep going to sleep at midnight." He went to use the bathroom, set his phone to charge, made sure the alarm was set, and crawled into bed. It was 11:38 pm.

I was still on my laptop, making my usual last-minute rounds. He pressed up close against me, his hand resting on my ass. "I see you wore these shorts expecting to get fucked," he said, intensely grabbing my ass, his finger very close but barely touching my anus. I had on a pair of terry cloth jogging shorts, no underwear; his favorite. I continued on my computer, stretching out this manic grabbing, getting wet. But he was getting tired and I was soon to lose him to sleep.

11:50 pm

I turn off my computer and faced him; he stopped touching me and I was so turned on by now. I knew he had to wake up early the next day, but I just wanted him. I began calling him names, taunting him: "Yeah, you have to be at work tomorrow like a good little bitch!" When that failed I called him a "pussy" and began pulling his hair, scratching his back. He ignored me and I soon became resigned to another sexless night. I stopped bothering him, turned to my side, my back to him, and went to bed. Not a second went by that I felt him grab my hair and pull my head back.

"I'm a bitch?" he said, as I laughed. I never give up easily. "Yes, you're a bitch!" I said, still laughing. Smack! It was a hard slap to my ass, very welcomed. And then another, and another, and another until I realized it was beginning sting and I could no longer laugh. Actually, I did nothing and stood silent; I could not muster the breath to speak any words due to the burning sensation on my back side, but also I felt that if I did speak or scream and didn't take it, he would smack harder. "Get on your fucking knees!" he said, sharply using my hair to pull me up to my knees, as I felt the ache swelling over my ass from his rapid spanking. He continued to ask me the question, but I don't think he wanted a real answer; my body spoke for itself. He stopped spanking me and pulled my hair all the way back, arching my whole body until my head was at the other side of the bed, upside down.

He went to grab my nipples, but my breasts have been utterly sore, and from reflex, I attempted to cover them with my arms. He didn't like that. He pulled my hair harder, making it impossible for me to resist. "Those are my fucking tits, and I will touch them when I want to," he hissed into my ear, grabbing a nipple and squeezing it between his thumb and forefinger. I yelped out of pain, but I couldn't avoid that my pussy was staining my clean shorts and it felt good to be his property. "Open your legs," he said, and when I did, he slapped my pussy  over my shorts as they rode up against my clit and anus. His slapping and the cloth rubbing was blissful torment. It felt so good I closed my legs slightly. He slapped the inside of my legs "Keep your fucking legs open!" he said, slapping my pussy with every syllable. He made me remove my shorts, and hold my legs open, fondling my clit, his hand still pulling my hair. He placed his lips at my ear and asked me again, "I'm a bitch?" This time he expected an answer. I told him no; he said he couldn't hear me, so he slapped my pussy hard. "Again! Am I a bitch?" I said no, very loudly, short of screaming.

"I'm going to let go of your hair now. But understand that you are my bitch," and he attacked my nipple with his mouth, his fingers rubbing my clit and my ass hole, now wet from my cunt. He began to be nice and soft, licking my pussy and attending to me. He noticed that my arms began to tire, and asked me if I wanted to stop holding my legs. When I said yes, he said that was "too fucking bad; keep holding your legs open!" And I did. When he thought I had enough, he told me to suck his cock. As his dick neared my wanton lips, he pulled back suddenly.

"You said I was a pussy, therefore I lick my pussy." I was confused; what should I do? I knew that he didn't have a pussy, and if I went to lick it, he might hurt me. And I so want to suck his dick. So I told him that I was sorry, and that he didn't nor was he a pussy. He accepted my apology and allowed me to lick his cock nice and slow, and he would tell me when I could speed up and go wild. After sometime at my slow pace, he told me "Now work your magic," and I deep-throated him like a starved animal. His balls, his shaft, the bed–all soaked from my saliva. He took me and turned me around on all fours, fucking me from behind, choking me gently. My pussy was on fire, spreading the heat through out my body, his dick working like a piston in my cunt.

It was well past midnight by now, and he was getting tired. He stopped, and laid down; I knew he was exhausted, but I wanted him to cum. "Can you jerk off into my mouth?" I asked him, praying he would say yes. And he did. He jerked himself off over me as I licked his head, tasting his pre-cum, desperate to swallow his load. But he couldn't; he chose to fuck me instead. He got on top of me, thrusting hard and fast until he unloaded inside of me, I partially upset because I wanted to taste him; but his cum warm and stuff inside me turned me on even more. I took my Rabbit and fucked myself, begging him to finger fuck my ass. I came in seconds. I can't remember the last time I came so fast. As I settled into my pillow, I felt the welts of his smacks still on my ass, his cum and mine oozing out of pussy and I felt sore and used. I slept very well last night.

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