This morning I woke up on my belly, darkness filling the room, with my baby sliding two fingers inside my already wet and warm pussy. As I started moaning softly he inserted a third finger, increasing tempo and force. Squirming with intensity I attempted a grab for his cock. Before I could reach it he captured both my arms with his other hand and pinned them behind my back as he slid in finger number four, now pounding me furiously. I came, and then I came again, and then again. As my heart raced and my vision blurred, he roughly spread my thighs wide with his leg. Before I knew what was happening, he was on top of me. Arms still hopelessly pinned, I was immobilized. His angry cock entered me and with one powerful motion he was buried inside me. He held completely still for what seemed like an eternity. Then the merciless grinding began as he knows what this does to me. I’m whimpering, shaking, on the verge of tears. The grinding became full stroke pounding as I screamed helplessly into the pillow. It didn’t take long for him to spill his enormous load inside me as I came for the forth time. He slowed his tempo, stirring our juices, and gently brushed my hair from my neck, kissing it softly. Suddenly he was gone, and I heard the shower turn on. After weeping silently with relief and joy I fell back asleep.
When I awoke it was light outside and he was gone but the sticky goo leaking from my aching pussy confirmed it wasn’t all a dream. I smiled to myself as I gently rubbed my tender sex and considered an appropriate response for him this evening.