Vacation 2

I'd tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep. I finally drifted off just after dawn. Being abruptly awakened half an hour later would normally have made me incredibly angry. But when the muse slapped me across the face and I opened my eyes to find him kneeling over me I was too tired and groggy to object. "Suck my cock," he growled, grabbing my hair at the back of my head and forcing his cock into my mouth. I struggled to breathe as he pushed my head down onto him and battered the back of my throat. My eyes watered with the effort not to gag on him.

Just when I was sure I was going to suffocate he let go of my head and instead got on top of me, pinning my arms at my side and and slamming his hard cock into my aching and soaking wet pussy. "I own you," he said as he fucked me with a level of brutality I hadn't seen from him all week. "You're mine to fuck however I want, whenever I want. You're a filthy slut to be used for my pleasure." I feared the bed would break from the way it was shaking, and I was sure I was going to have bruises on my inner thighs from being pounded so hard. I struggled to get my arms free as I begged him to use me, to let me be his dirty whore and never stop fucking me. I felt him shoot his spunk deep inside my already painfully sore pussy.

He climbed off of me and laid back down. I'd been asking him to wake me up with sex for over a year. "I thought that was never going to happen," I smiled.

"Of course it was," he said, wrapping me in his arms. "It's just the first time I've ever been awake before you." I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.

Vacation

"Don't move," he said, and I didn't. I held completely still as he slid his cock all the way inside me with excruciating slowness and then stopped. I stayed still as stone as he slowly pulled it all the way back out. I held myself frozen while he gradually pushed himself back inside of me. I could feel my orgasm building with every single slow, deliberate thrust. I fought the urge to move my hips to meet him. I struggled to keep my body from shaking. I forced myself not to make a sound. When he finally allowed me to move, I wrapped my arms around him tightly and cried out as I came so hard and so long I thought it might never stop.

When I'd caught my breath he kissed me. "Don't move," he said again, and I didn't.

So went the morning.