You sure as shit aren’t resisting.
I wasn’t, was I?Why wasn’t I?!
I just lay there, motionless, barely breathing, while his fingers tickled my sensitive skin, and his big, hard dick made itself at home between my tense cheeks. Did he knowmydick was equally stiff? It was dark in the bedroom, and the covers were drawn up to my waist. Unless he reached down and touched me, how could he…
My static breath hitched in my throat, almost gagging me. I started to cough, then forced it back, as my full attention went to his hand—previously content to rest on my hip—now growing more curious, fingertips creeping—spider-walking—across my stomach, venturing lower, tracing lazy circles around my belly button, making my ab muscles quiver and quake.
My cock “jumped” for joy, sending a spasm through my hips, which caused my ass to involuntarily bump against his pelvis—while I lay rigid with tension, cold sweat breaking out all over my body.
Why are you excited?!My brain screamed at my delighted penis.This should not make you happy!
Oh, but hewashappy and growinghappier.I can admit I’m decently endowed, and when I get quite “excited”, I have, uh… alotto show for it. And it wasshowingnow, more than ever, as my cock stretched across the mattress, the root swelling thicker, and the head spitting out dribbles of precum.
Fuck you, traitor,I chided my dick as my balls began to ache, then my pucker hole started flexing against the cuddler’s cock. Could he feel it? It felt extremelypronouncedto me, like my hole was literallysuckinghis hard flesh,invitingit to violate me.
A sharp, startled“Huh”lodged in my throat—the first sound I’d made since waking to this stranger cuddling my ass—as his fingertips danced along my throbbing shaft, all the way to the tip. I swallowed a whimper, gulping weakly, and squeezed my eyes shut tighter when his thumb pad lazily massaged my cock head, smearing the slick juices drooling out of me.
My pulse was in myballs,as if a bass speaker had been attached to my sack, triggering a rhythmicthumpbetween my legs. The ache webbing through my groin made my eyes water.
How is this happening?! How is this turning me on?!
I should be screaming and running for my life—Iknewthis. Yet I lay there inpre-erotic bliss, my ass cuddling his cock, my mind going a little loopy as his precum dribbled through my crack like something alive, about to gocave diving.
Another whimper clenched my throat as his hand curled around my cock, not tightly, almostcradlingit in his palm. He slid his loose fist down my shaft to the swollen root, and I bit my lower lip—hard—breaking the skin. My heart beat a millionmiles a minute, rat-tat-tatting against my inner chest wall, further impeding my breathing and making me want to cough again, or at least clear my throat. But that might imply I meant to speak, and I sodidn’t.
What would Isay?The time for rational questions was left in the dust, and… here I was, receiving the softest hand job from a most intrusive stranger—and somehow, it wastheeerotic experience of my life.
His fingers tightened somewhat, gently squeezing my engorged cock, and my hips spasmed again, bucking me into his crotch.
Did he just shudder?
His fist slid up my lengthychub—the thin sheath of velvety skin rolling against throbbing muscle and plump veins—then down again, and up… each stroke slow, casual, deliberate, as if he had all the time in the world to jack me up and jerk me off.
Apparently, he did, becauseIsure as shit wasn’trushinghim.
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My fingers curled into the sheets,and I bit my pillow—my feeble attempt to stifle the lusty groans bubbling in my chest. My ass pressed back against him of its own accord, practicallyrubbingon his cock. His fist tightened a little more around my pulsing flesh, and I whimpered into the pillow. It was more of a broken exhale than a whimper, I guess, but something had to come out, or I wouldcombust.
The slow seduction was steadily becoming torturous. It had been so long since arealhand—other than my own—had touched my dick. The fact thatthishand belonged to a—sexualpredator?—didn’t seem to matter. My cock didn’t feel “preyed” upon as it eagerly accepted the intruder’slove glove.
My teeth clamped down harder on my pillowcase as my breath hissed softly through my nostrils. Thespeedof my heart against my ribs was cause for alarm, but I couldn’t calm it. The heat of the cuddler’s fist scorched my cock, and thefrictionof the strokes intensified theburnthat poured into my balls, setting them on fire.
I don’t know exactly when they started moving, but I became aware of my hips pushing forward—meager thrusts—falling into the rhythm of his slow stroking hand. With eachback-thrust,my ass rolled against him, my sweaty cheeks and his dick juices creating a “slip-n-slide” for his cock.
Very slowly, his hips began to rock, just a tiny bit at first. His swollen erection slid between my slippery cheeks—and it felt fuckingphenomenal.I shuddered helplessly at the feel of his thick—so thick—muscle gliding through my steamy crack, massaging my aching hole. Then he pushed a little harder, not too much, just enough togrindthe root of his cock against my pucker.
Holy hell.
My teeth tore the pillowcase, my blunt nails scratching the thin sheets. His hand kept a casual rhythm as my dick stretched, swelled, and spit bubbling juices from the tip. I pushed through his fist with barely contained desperation, wanting to beg him to jerk faster, harder, and wholly convinced that if I didn’t cum soon, my balls would explode—maybe mysoul, too.
I swallowed hard, my throat parched and tight. The air rushing in and out of my overworked lungs kept the passageway dry and barren until swallowing became difficult. Tears ofneedwelled behind my clamped eyelids. His hand was wet with my juices, and I couldhearhim stroking my dick, which, right then, was the most fuckingstimulatingsound I'd ever heard.
A pathetic whimper scraped up my parched throat and puffed out my nostrils when the cuddler drew his hips back. This time, I was sure he wasgoing in.I silentlybeggedhim to take theplunge.Lube or not—I don’t fucking care! Just fuck me! Please, in the name of all that’s unholy—FUCK ME!!
I didn’t stop to consider that I might be losing my mind; who the fuck would wantthis?I mean, except a horny, deprived soul who hadn’t had even this much action in God only knew when? It didn’t matter whether it was sane behavior—mydickwas in control, and we were running on purelust.
The cuddler didn’t impale me as I’d hoped, but instead shoved his huge cock between my thighs, raking the top of the engorged shaft against my cum-bloated balls.
