Night-Shifts

As Carrie snuggled into Alan's pectus in the dark, enjoying their post-sex cuddle, she took a deep breathing time and declared that she was finally gear up to confess - she did have a secret fantasy that she would love him to role-play for her. He waited for her to continue.

"When you're on your hebdomad of night-shifts every calendar month, I would love it if you could sometimes swipe home in your meal-breaks, without telling me when you're going to do it. I want you to creep upstairs so quietly that you don't wake me up, pull back the duvet, pin me down, and do it me without any warning. I don't want any foreplay. Don't even discase properly. Just unzip your pants and stick it in me, and don't say a word the whole time. When you're done, just get up and leave. That's my fantasy. So, what do you intend ?"

She held her breath waiting for his reaction, as he stroked her haircloth thoughtfully.

"It's kind of a rape fancy, isn't it ?"

She shrugged."I guess. What do you think ?"

"I like it !"he declared enthusiastically."I might not be able to get away very often, but I'll do my beneficial, I promise."

After a few instant, he asked her"Aren't I the faulty man for this fantasy ?"

"What do you mean ?"

"Shouldn't it be someone else who does it ?"

She laughed."No, that would be real rape, not fantasy rape."

"Not if you wanted it. I mean, I'm not saying you do, but I read somewhere that most charwoman are raped by men they know, so if it was individual you know and wanted, that would still be a fantasy, and more real than if it's me. Do you see ? I'm just not indisputable that your fantasy will work with you knowing it's me, which would be a shame."

"well, I guess that would depend on who it was. If it was Fat George from next door, then god, no !"They both laughed.

"On the former hand, if it was some gorgeous hunky man I fancy, who just happens to break into the house and violate me in the middle of the Nox, then that would be truly amazing. Not that there is anyone else that I fancy and want to have raping me but you, obviously,"she added quickly, blushing a little.

"You see."She continued,"fancy is all about pretence. I will cognize that it's really you, but as long as you don't speak I'll be able-bodied to pretend its Fat Saint George, and that's what will get me off."They laughed again, and the word ended there.

She smiled to herself in the shadow, relieved that he had been so positive, and squeezed him tight.

By his third sequential night-shift later that month, Carrie was exhausted. Eager anticipation had kept her awake on both of the previous nights until it was so recent it was obvious he couldn't make it. Then she had only managed a couple of hours log Z's before she had to get up for work.

It seemed like the third base night would be no different, until she heard the familiar audio of the key in the front room access, magnified in the silent stillness of the nighttime. Her stomach flipped in excitation. She was already wet between her thighs, where her hand had been firmly wedged all night, more in Bob Hope than expectation, but now it was happening !

She adjusted her position to pretend it easy for him, lying face down and facing to her rightfulness with her back to the doorway, she straightened her left leg and drew her right hand knee up towards her chest, so he could jump on her easily from behind.

She concentrated on steadying her respiration, and pretended to be gone, so she wouldn't spoil the fantasy.

She heard the chamber door glide open air softly, and her stomach flipped over again, as her heart thumped loudly in her ears.

She almost jumped when she felt the continental quilt slowly moving away, exposing her naked body. The assuredness nighttime air in the room, and the thrill of expectation, gave her goose-bumps.

She heard his zip, and the kick sent a chill down her spine. Then she felt his weight at the bottom of the bed and moving up towards her.

She was now so wet that she was afraid he would see she was awake, and that would despoil it, but there was nix she could do.

One hand touched her shoulder lightly, and another drifted gently up the interior of her thigh as he found his way around her in the darkness. Her abdomen fluttered. She wanted to scream at him to hurry up and know her. She could barely contain herself any longer. Then she felt his script on her articulatio humeri, pushing her John L. H. Down into her pillow, unable to move. Almost immediately, she felt his humanness pushing into her. At last, at concluding, at last…

His thrusts were slow and patrician initially, taking care not to tear her delicate skin, but his own needs quickly took over, and his tread soon became fast and vigorous. It was all she needed to fight her over the bound and she turned her face towards her pillow to muffle her groan as she came. All too soon, she was cognizant of him stifling his own groans as he came inside her. Then he was gone, but not before covering his ‘ rape victim'with the continental quilt again, so she didn't get cold. He was so sweet.

The following evening, they talked about their number one experience of her fancy, and agreed it was so good they should do it again as often as they could. ‘ Often'turned out to be only once in every week of night-shifts as a linguistic rule, but with an episodic instant treat. After the low couple of metre her phantasy became arrant ; she found that she was drifting off to catch some Z's normally and would be incognizant of his presence until he was suddenly on top of her, holding her down feather and ‘ violating'her. She loved it.

Sometimes she would cum when he fucked her. On other affair, she would cease herself off after he had gone. From time to time, she would stir up up on her rear with his bridge player clamped over her sass. She would pretend to fight him, forcing him to use his victor strength and weight to control her while he fucked her. She always came first on those nights.

One night she woke suddenly, unsure if she had heard a noise. She listened carefully in the darkness. Nothing. She needed the can, and slipped out of bed, bare. As she emerged from the bathroom she was suddenly grabbed from arse and pushed up against the wall. She cried out in shock and scare. secure bridge player pulled her coat of arms behind her back and she felt her wrist joint being tied together. Her attacker grabbed a handful of her hair, making her whimper again, and marched her roughly into her bedroom.

She was cast away face down onto the bed, and felt a helping hand pressing down heavily on her pelvis. She struggled and thrashed, but he was too strong and heavy, and with her arms tied she was helpless. His branch were between hers, and she knew what was going to happen. His fingers probed roughly inside her, and she became wet, despite herself. She continued to struggle, moaning ‘ no, break, please don't ’, but he ignored her. Her strength and Energy Department finally failed her as he withdrew his fingers and forcefully pushed himself inside her. She gasped, and surrendered to the violation, ineffectual to terminate him using her, as he thrusted into her aggressively until he was done.

He released the binding on her wrist joint before pulling out of her, and then he was gone. She lay still for a while, then rolled onto her back, smiling, as her fingers slowly travelled down her organic structure to stroke herself. She sighed contentedly as she came, and drifted off to sleep.

A few weeks later, it was the endure night of a serial publication of Night chemise. Alan hadn't been able to get away at all that workweek, and this was their last fortune for another calendar month. She had drunk two or three methamphetamine of wine and was deep asleep, lying on her front, when he crept in. She was suddenly aware of her grimace being forced down into her pillow, so that she struggled a slight to breathe. His hired man was on the binding of her read/write head and cervix, and his ramification were trapping hers. She struggled, but it was hopeless. She was instantly wet for him.

She managed to squirm one hand down in front of her and reached her clit, just as he forced her legs apart, and probed her roughly with his fingers. His fingertips found her G-spot, rubbing firmly, and she just melted. Her whole body seemed to quiver and throb as she orgasmed in a matter of moments. The fingers withdrew, and she lay panting, eagerly awaiting the hard cock that was about to go against her. His digit held her soaked slit lips apart and she felt the peter nudging between them. Suddenly, he rammed his full length into her in one violent lunge.

That was the moment she realized something was untimely ; dreadfully wrong. The cock now thrusting aggressively into her was much farsighted and loggerheaded than Alan's. It was stretching her wider than ever before and slamming into her cervix uteri every time it penetrated her. This man was not Alan. She was really being raped !

She tried to struggle, but she could barely move. She had no choice but to just lie there and let this man use her. After the initial shock, her consistency took over, and she realised that it was responding to the brutal fucking she was taking. She was tingling all over, and her twat was throbbing. She could feel her own juice running out of her and couldn't help rubbing her button until a huge prolonged coming exploded through her and she cried out in exaltation. To restrain her pinned down as he continued violating her, her attacker laid down on top of her, pressing his weightiness onto her rachis, his face close behind hers. That was when she recognized him !

It was Richie, her husband's salutary admirer. He was a big muscular man, a fireman, and she fancied him like crazy. She always had, since before she had met Alan, but somehow, they had never got together, even though she knew he also fancied her. She often fantasised about him fucking her when she was having sex with Alan, and now he really was. He was huge, and hefty, and relentless. She was overcome with relief. Her married man would go berserker, but this was X. It was softheaded. How was this happening ?

He was an animal, and she loved it. He continued fucking her violently, as she began rubbing her clit frantically and cried out as she came hard again, for the third sentence that nighttime, her ecstatic war cry muted by her pillow.

Moments later she felt him erupting inside her in his own massive orgasm, his cum gushing out of her even before he had finished his final virgule and pulled out of her. Then he was gone.

She rolled lazily onto her book binding and pushed her digit inside herself, reveling in the deliciously gooey mix of his cum and her own juices, licking it all from her fingers before drifting off into a deeply fulfil slumber. This Nox had been even better than her in force rape fantasy and all her sex fantasies about Ritchie added together.

When she awoke next good morning, Alan was deceased next to her. On her bedside cabinet was a single red rose, and a bank bill :"Sorry I couldn't make it last dark, so I arranged for Ritchie to sort you out instead. I hope you enjoyed your surprisal ! ! A. xx. PS. I know you've always fancied each other, so it's ok x ”.

When he joined her at the kitchen board a brusk while later, she blushed as she thanked him for her surprise.

"I'm gladiolus you enjoyed it,"he replied.

"Enjoyed it ? I loved it. He fucked the liveliness out of me ! I thought he was going to split me in one-half. He was so rocky I'm sore. He's an creature !"

"So, you wouldn't idea him doing you again occasionally, you know, just to help me out when I can't make it home ?"

She blushed even deeper."If you're okay with it, then I'd be a fool to object. The thing is… and delight don't take this the legal injury way, because I totally love the way we have sex together and I never want to change that, but… what he did to me last night… was just like… wow. I mean… it was totally eff awesome."

One month later, it was the initiative night of the Night shift workweek, and Carrie was in bed, naked, and broad awake. She heard the strawman doorway open and close-fitting. Who was it ? Would it be Alan or Ritchie fucking her tonight ? Her heart was thumping with excitement. A few here and now later, she saw Richie's shadow appear at the invertebrate foot of the bed. She pretended to be asleep. He appeared to be looking at her through the darkness. He pulled down his zip, and began masturbating, getting an erection in eagerness. As he moved to her English of the bed to bring up the duvet, she spoke his epithet, and he jumped with the shock.

She giggled."Sorry, Richie, I didn't mean value to startle you. Before you go any further, I want to see that affair before you stick it in me, this time."

She switched on the bedside lamp. His rampant tool was telling, even if he did look a little ridiculous standing there fully clothed with it in his hand.

"Take your clothes off, so I can see you properly."

He did as she asked, and he looked even more impressive. His body was upstanding, muscular, and chiseled, and his putz was long, midst and hard. She wanted him.

"You might as well see what you're going to get, too,"she said, and threw back the duvet to show him her dead body. She watched him looking at her with an appreciative gaze.

Swinging her stage out of bed, she sat up in front of him. She reached out and curled her fingers around his cock, gently massaging it. She liked the way it felt ; the hot silky hide covering the rock-hard pecker. She began masturbating him and caressed his balls. She heard his sharp aspiration of breath as she leaned forward and took the head of his prick between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, then began bobbing her headway, sucking on him and masturbating him vigorously. When she felt the taleteller signs of his impending coming, she stopped abruptly, and laid down on the bed.

"Not yet, it's my turn first. Play with my tit and finger-fuck me."

He launched into a full-on pleasure assault on every contribution of her torso, using his sassing and tongue as well as his fingerbreadth to eventually bring her to a shuddering clitoral orgasm. He rolled onto his back, and she quickly mounted him, riding him first in cowgirl, and then in reverse cowgirl, so that the hard psyche of his cock stimulated her G-spot, and she swiftly climaxed again.

She laid on her back, and lifted her knees eminent and all-inclusive, displaying herself shamelessly to him.

"Now,"she said, grinning at him in anticipation."Climb on gameboard, and fuck me like a raging bullshit until I tell you to cum."

He grinned at her, and once more did as he was told. He rammed her as hard and as fast as he could, until the lather poured from his consistence, and he felt like he was about to blow up. She hadn't told him to cum yet, so he slowed to a snail's stride until he had recovered. Then he picked up the gait and force of his strokes again. He fucked her mercilessly, pounding her eubstance with all his strength for as long as he could before slowing down and then starting again.

She felt sure he was about to crush her pelvis at any moment, or tear her insides apart. Despite being soaking wet, his stopcock was such a tight fit she could feel the unit of his rigid length rubbing hard against her inside, stimulating every nerve until she felt raw but electrified. She came again very loudly several times, until she could stick out it no longer.

"Cum in me now !"she begged him. Gritting his teeth and summoning up every finish oz. of military capability and speed, he hit overdrive, hammering into her soaking wet snatch like his life depended on it, until his own orgasm hit him like a volcanic eruption, and he growled and snarled as he came and came and came in her. She remembered that low gear dark, as his cum had flooded out of her while he was still fucking her, and it was the same again, now.

"Stop !"she managed breathlessly, and he pulled away from her, collapsing on the bed, at her side. She scooped his cum from her pussy with both hand and feasted on it like a adult female possessed until she had drunk it all down, even running her finger between the brass of her bottom to make sure she missed none of it. Then she licked his rooster clean.

When they had both recovered, he simply got dressed and went domicile. She quickly showered and went back to bed, grinning happily over the pounding she had just taken. She had just settled down and began to roam off when she heard the front threshold. I bet he dropped his wallet or something, she thought, and waited for him to re-appear.

Instead, the doorway pushed outdoors very slowly, and in the darkness, she heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothing. It was Alan ! She pretended to be asleep, as she laid on her spinal column. He gently climbed onto the bed, lifted her arms over her head, and pinned her to her pillow by her radiocarpal joint. Holding her John L. H. Down with one bridge player, he gently eased her thighs apart, climbed in between them, and mounted her. Holding her down, he fucked her with mysterious, rapid thrusts. She felt sore, but it was still gratifying. She moaned and struggled, whispering ‘ no, no'grinding her hips up against him as she thrashed her legs about and squirmed, supposedly trying to escape. He held her belt down and fucked her harder. ‘ Please don't, delight stop ’, she begged him, but he ignore her and continued thrusting into her. She whimpered softly as she came yet again, and then relaxed. Lying still, she waited for him to finish himself off inside her. Then he quietly crept away into the darkness.

Did Alan live Ritchie had fucked her earlier ? She decided not to ask. Two men in one night ! Well, that was a first, but hopefully not the last…