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(MF, oral, anal, sleepy) *** Author Notes: I've received some good feedback on my stories so far, especially some very good ideas for new stories. This story is another that is based on a request from a reader. The only reason I post these stories is so that people will tell me what they think of them. If you want to read more, you ought to pay the price by letting me know you liked this strange tale. Writers need feedback in order to become better writers. If you don't let us know what you like, don't complain that there are no good stories. Any comments, bad or good, are welcome. Write me at the e-mail address above. If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in your country to be in possession of stories about sex, please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe sex reading please. *** She was asleep, just like she said she would be. She lay there, beautiful in repose, her skin dark and sultry against the white sheets. Everything was just as we had discussed, just as we had planned. It was the fulfillment of both our fantasies. My name is John Jabbin and I write erotic stories. Her name is Jennifer and she said she was one of my biggest fans. She had written me after I posted my story, "The Pharmacist." It had touched on her darkest desires. "I dream of being asleep and some man comes and molests my body," she wrote. "He doesn't hurt me though. He doesn't put a mark on my body, but he does incredibly nasty things to me." There on her bedstead were the pills she had written that she took to help her sleep. A sleeping pill and a very effective one with an interesting little side effect of associated memory loss. I checked her pupils; they were dilated and fixed. I touched her face gently, stroked her high cheekbones with my thumb. So soft. So lovely. From my duffel bag I pulled out the hand scanner. I walked around the room, checking for electronic recording devices. I used top of the line equipment. There was nothing here. Everything checked out. Pulling the covers from her body, I saw that she had complied with my demands to the letter. She wore the black lace teddy, just as I suggested. The leg was cut high and it made her legs look longer, sleeker. She would have looked good in rags. She looked absolutely fantastic in the teddy! Jennifer had e-mailed me pictures, glamour shots and publicity stills. She was a local entertainer in her city, singing at nightclubs around town. "Normally I like to be in control," she wrote. "Usually I'm the sexual aggressor." That's what made the kink all the more exciting for her. To surrender her control for just a time to a complete stranger, it was a dangerous, some would say stupid, thing to do. But isn't that the thrill of eroticism sometimes? Doing something completely crazy and kinky and getting away with it? I sat next to her slumbering body and stroked the lace that covered her belly. She was a beautiful woman. Long wavy dark hair, lovely brown eyes when they were open and small delicate ears. But her most attractive facial feature was her mouth. Jennifer had full lips. They dominated the lower half of her attractive face and drew the eye. Just looking at them now made my own lips twitch, eager to take her, eager to dominate that lovely mouth with my own and make it mine. "Would you like me to write you a story just for you?" I had written her. She had responded excitedly, telling me some of her fantasies and sending more pictures. Those beautiful eyes stared back at me as I wrote her story. She told me that she wanted to recapture her youth, that life had begun to become too pedestrian, too predictable. I wrote about a younger singer, just starting out. The fresh bloom of her youth was plucked by a rather nasty bartender. My hand went lower, caressing the lines of her jaw and down over her regally slim neck. It was the kind of neck men wanted to suck on, to nuzzle against, as they inhaled her scent. My fingers traced the v-neck of the teddy, sliding my thick finger under the far side, fondling the soft flesh of her upper chest. My fair skin against her olive complexion thrilled me. I had to see more. I jammed a chair underneath the knob of her locked bedroom door. Then I drew off my dark shirt, gloves and cap. I slipped off my sneakers without unlacing them and pulled down the black jeans, leaving me naked as I crawled into bed with her. She was so small compared to me. She was barely five and a half feet tall and I was over six. But it was in weight that I dwarfed her. She was slim, with the womanly figure of an entertainer. I had at least a hundred pounds on her and most all of that was bone and muscle. I lay my head on her stomach and listen to her heart's steady, slow beat. I heard her shallow breathing. So peaceful! So beautiful! She had loved my story when I sent it to her. She praised it, saying how thrilling it was to see a story written about her. Even the parts where the bartender had been a little rough with her body had thrilled her. It was a way for her to safely lose control. She could imagine herself being taken, being used for a man's satisfaction with no thought of her own. I raised up again and took her firm calves in both of my hands. Slowly and sensuously, I spread her legs until I could clearly see the black snaps of the teddy. After I had stretched them wide enough, I slid my rough hands over the soft flesh of the insides of her legs. Then I went a little higher, all the way to her prominent hipbones. "Do you trim your pubic hair?" I had written and asked her. "Describe the appearance of your pussy to me. Write to me and tell me what I would see." I leaned forward between Jennifer's thighs and nuzzled the crotch of the teddy. Applying pressure with my nose until I could feel the snaps press into my skin, I inhaled her deeply. She smelled freshly bathed, with just the hint of the pineapple body wash I had commanded her to use. It was a bow to her Hawaiian heritage. I wanted to smell it on her, to taste it on her flesh. Straining forward, I used my tongue to rope the folds of the teddy into my mouth and, taking it between my teeth, pulled gently back until the snaps came undone. Impatient, I pulled the flap of lacy cloth away and looked at my beloved. Beautiful! "I keep my pussy hair trimmed in a bikini cut, high on the sides," she had written back. "My pussy lips are prominent and full, just like you said the lips of my mouth are. They are a dark, dusky gray and just telling you about them makes me wet." I speared the folds of her cunt with my tongue, sliding it in deeply in first thrust. I tasted the freshness of her, but there was also the hint of her arousal as she had lain down to fall asleep. As my tongue dragged back up towards her clit, I wondered if she had been wet by the time the drug had taken hold of her. One of the side effects of the medication was dry mouth. I wondered if it also dried her vaginal juices. In any case, I had come prepared. I licked her sweet cuntal folds. I sucked her labia into my mouth and grasp her thick lips between my teeth, biting down ever so gently. She never would have let me do that if she had been awake, never would have trusted her most precious flesh between the teeth of a stranger. But here I was, sucking the lips and gnawing tenderly on her beautiful gash. Reluctantly rising, I stretched over her and cupped her full breast in my hands. They were as large and as soft as I had dreamed. In her photos, she had seemed full without looking overly-busty. I was pleased that the realities held true to the vision of her in my head. "Tell me the color of your nipples," had been the first intimate question I had asked her. "In my story I said they were chocolate brown. Did I get it right?" Raising her limp arms one by one, I drew down the top of her teddy to her waist. She had told me the truth. They were a deep rich brown just as she had confirmed. What she couldn't tell me was how delicious they looked, how much they made my mouth water. I leaned over her more and took each nipple in my mouth in turn and circled the nub with my tongue. I kneaded each tit in my hand in turn, milking the soft firm flesh as I sucked. "Do you exercise much to keep in shape?" I had asked. She had responded that, now that she was getting older, she had to work to fight the normal tendency of a woman to develop thicker thighs and buttocks as they age. But she grew bored with exercise. Sweets and ice cream sang seductively to her. She worried about her weight, worried about getting old in a career that demanded youth. I rolled up the teddy high on her waist and lay my head now on her naked belly. It was flat, but softly feminine. I licked her stomach in broad strokes. I delved my tongue deep into her navel. I tongue-fucked her belly-button like no woman had ever allowed me to do before. She was completely mine for the taking, for the enjoying. "This man that rapes you," I had inquired, "do you want him to cum in you? When he fucks you, and you know he'll have to fuck a gorgeous woman like you, do you want his hot cum inside your cunt?" My cock was throbbing. I ached for her. I lavished her cunt with my tongue, making her slick with my saliva. Then I raised up, hooked her knees and drew her legs up to her chest, exposing her pussy fully to me. I eased forward until the head of my cock was against her vagina. When I pushed in, I glided into her warmth. I went slowly because I'm a big man. She seemed so small and frail beneath me. As my cock entered her, she looked so helpless, so vulnerable. A shiver ran through my spine and I had to stop halfway and breathe deeply to keep from cumming. I panted, taking every ounce of self- control I had to not jam myself into her. "What's your biggest turn-off," I had written. "Weasels, little wimpy men that think they're hot shit. In my fantasies, I want to be taken by a real man, a big man." Using her legs as levers, I began to slowly hump into her, pulling her back against me on the down stroke. After I got all the way in, I let her limp legs fall to the side and lay heavy against her. I tilted her head with my hands and kissed her slack mouth as I tenderly fucked her cunt. Those lips, those fascinating lips bobbed slightly as I pumped into her. I pulled her lower lip into my mouth and sucked it separately. I pulled back on it gently; not enough to hurt my beautiful, sleeping girl, but just enough to stretch it as I strained my cock into her depths. The combination of the texture of her lip in my mouth and the warmth of her pussy took me over the edge. The pressure that had been building within me suddenly and forcefully gave way and I was spraying her cunt full of my cum. My back ached with the pressure of it, my balls ached as they pumped their seed into her, and my urethra ached with the burning sensation of my semen blasting into her. I lay on her limply for just a moment, covering her small body with my large frame. She was so beautiful. Such a lovely face. Such a wonderful body. I pulled out of her cum-slickened cunt and propped up her hips with a pillow. I wanted my sperm to stay in her, to coat her insides with my essence. "When the bartender in the story raped Jennifer's mouth, how did it make you feel to read that?" I had asked her. "It made my lips tingle," she had responded. "My teeth hurt thinking of how he pumped into her. But most of all, it made me hot. I loved it, John. I wanted it to be my mouth." I leaned her lovely face to the side. My cock was only a little sticky. It was mostly all my sperm. Her vagina had never gotten very moist. Even so, I wiped it up and down her beautiful lips. She had worn lipstick just like I asked. I had tasted it before when I kissed her. Now I smeared it on my cock before I gently levered her jaw and slipped my dick into her mouth. It was an uncomfortable angle. It would have been for both of us, but Jennifer was past caring. Even so, the visual image was enough for me. It was the sight of her mouth accepting me briefly into its warmth that turned me on. I didn't press in deep. I didn't bruise her throat with the fierce thrust I really desired. This was not just my fantasy. It was ours. "What can I do with you?" I had wanted to know. "How far can I go?" "Don't ask, just do whatever you need to," she had written back quickly. "The back door with be unlocked. Come at eight A.M. My husband leaves at seven." I had turned her over and propped up her bottom with more pillows. Her backside was as beautiful as everything else. Her ass was still firm, her puckered hole still tight. I leaned down and kissed it, briefly dipping my tongue into her for a quick taste. She tasted just a bit bitter. She tasted wonderful. I generously lubed up her anus and my cock. Then, pulling her toward me, I violated her final lovely orifice. Her sphincter was tight, but I used my thumbs on either side to spread her gently. I eased in, gliding on a lubricated downhill slope into her innermost depths. In one gentle thrust that seemed to take forever, I buried my cock into Jennifer's ass. Oh god, this was heaven! Possessing a woman's cunt and mouth is wonderful. Taking a sleeping woman's ass is much better still. It is taking complete control. It is the ultimate in domination. This is what she didn't want me to tell her about. This is what we both wanted most. I was gentle with her, easing in and out tenderly. I was stretching her, no doubt. Her bottom would be sore when she woke, but it would be a tender soreness. It would be the one sensation that let her know how long I lingered. It would be my greatest gift for one of my biggest fans. As the lube heated up, I pumped into her more firmly. Her taut ass cheeks bounced as I came against them. I had set a rhythm. Uncontrollably, I now increased it. Pulling her hips back, I thrust deeper, harder. She was so slick, so hot. Her ass burned me, swallowed my cock deep into her. The sight was glorious, the sensations, overwhelming. Unchecked by anything but my lust, I bore down into her. I fucked her with abandon for a brief flurry of strokes. Thrusting into her hot, tight hole, I strained and strained and strained... And came! hard, pulsing streams of cum! Thick, throbbing cock of climax! Sweet, fucking-her-buttery-ass orgasm! When I could think again, I eased gently out of her. I retrieved a towel from her bathroom and cleaned us both. I smeared a soothing salve on her red, angry pucker. I gave her bottom one last pat, one last kiss. Then I checked her breathing and her pupils after I had dressed. She still slept gently, peacefully. I hoped her dreams had been pleasant though I've heard that under medication most people don't dream. I left her a computer-generated note. "Dearest Jen, "You're everything I've hoped for in a fan, luv. We must do this again soon. Until then, I wish you'd wear these black silk panties that I've bought you. I'd like to think of your pretty little ass and cunt snug in something that I've given you. Sweet dreams, my sleeping beauty. You'll be in mine from now on. "Warmest Regards, "John" For more stories by this author: ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/Jabbin/ * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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