Let him wake up like that
From Create Your Own Story
You pass out fairly quickly after such strenuous exercise and fall into a restless sequence of dreams.
In your mind, you relive the carnival, the twisted face of the potion man grinning in the distance and your friends cheering on the rides. Only now, you're one of the exhibits, spread eagle on the ground while Jake pummels you for all to see and enjoy.
Then it's two weeks ago: that awful, awkward dinner with Jake's parents. You pretend to drop your fork and somehow get away with spending the next three courses under the table, sucking Jake's cock ravenously, without getting noticed.
You wake up a few times, blinded by sleep and having left the light on, feverish though you're on top of the covers. You're covered with a light sheen of sweat and between your legs is still a mess of sex, and sore.
You think you feel your hands being tied. You're not sure where you are and the men standing over you are masked. Giant cocks pierce you, taking turns in your pussy and ass. You try to scream stop but all that comes out is the word more.
Now you're back in college. That one night with too much Sambuca and you could've gotten off with Alesha, if you hadn't freaked out or denied you had a thing for her. This time you go back, find her giggling to herself in her dorm room. You strip her panties off and the two of you writhe and suck and kiss and fist each other all night.
Her hands move up your abs, fingers lightly pinching your nipples. You moan and they pinch a little harder. You open your eyes, you think you're back in the apartment.
You are back in the apartment. You're half-awake and realize the fingers were real. It's Jake. It's morning and he's up, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. Morning people, you think sullenly. He's looking at you, lazily smiling and hands lazily working your tits. You moan again. You're torn between falling back to sleep or spreading your legs. Then again, you have no objections to doing both.
"Morning," he greets you.
