'Night Time Visitor' - a story by Dream

A warning, this is one of my stories, are you sitting comfortably, good, then I shall begin.
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He lay there in bed looking at the clock, it was 1am and he had to get some decent sleep. He closed his eyes, thinking of her and their time together. He rolled onto his side and reached down between his legs, caressing his hands over this throbbing cock, just thinking of her made him so hard and wet. His fingers played lightly back and forth, lazily stroking until he took his thumbs and caressed the wet head, it felt good under his touch. His eyes closed and slowed teased his cock as he lay there thinking about her...

Of course he trusted her , and of course it made sense to give her, her own key to his flat. It made life much easier, and at 2 am, as she quietly turned the key in the lock to his door, she smiled wickedly, silently thanking him. She closed the door behind her with a soft click. He had left a small light on in the living room as always and she crept softly across the room and down the hall, pushing the partially opened door even further open. A dim light fell across his bed, there he lay, twisted in sheets, on his stomach his face was turned away from the door and both his arms where hugging his pillow.

“It's too easy” She though, smiling to herself.

She licked her lips, over on the bed he never moved, his breathing was slow and even. She knew he was swept far away in dream land and unconscious of her presence. She closed the distance between them, walking carefully around the bed to the side where he lay and looked down upon his sleeping face, he never even stirred, her lips curled into a evil grin...

“What the…??”

He was slammed awake as he was suddenly flattened to his bed, his hands were pulled up hard and a body pinned him down into the mattress, he felt a hand gripping his hair. His mind struggled to focus, sleepiness numbing his sensations. He opened his mouth to try and catch his breath, maybe even scream but a hand covered his mouth roughly, a chilling voice growled into his ear.

“Shut... up...” that was all.

He bit the hand, and it pulled away as his intruder grunted and then jerked his head back by the hair, teeth dug into his neck and he cried out, but froze suddenly, the realization that he was being attacked paralysed him. He gasped for breath, his heart beating against his chest, the blood pounding in his ears as he struggled to keep calm, his throat dry as he screamed in silent fear.

She hesitated, not wanting to really hurt or traumatize him, but she wanted to push a bit farther, just a bit. She held his wrists tight, keeping them pressed into the pillow above his head as her hand twisted his head into the pillow, holding him down.

“Do... not... bite..." the voice snarled a warning into his ear.

He was panting by now, he knew the voice! Oh god... who was it? That freaky woman from the corner shop? Was it her? Oh my god... oh my god… his heart hammered against his chest as he struggles to think, he was trembling a little in fear now. The hands that held his wrists tightened and then he heard metal, he didn't move, cold metal circled his wrists and he heard the cuffs snap.

“Oh my god, I am being cuffed” he though “This isn't a joke, this isn't a dream.”

With that realisation he started to fight. He pulled with all his might with his arms but was stopped short. He had been cuffed to bars that formed the head board. He heard them scratch against the metal. Now she had both of her hands free, she rose up, straddling his hips and resting her weight on his body, he was pinned. He tried to twist his head, to look back and see who this was, but once more a hand forced his head down into the pillow. He could scream, but only into a pillow, and no one could hear him.

She paused, then and reached down under both of them and used her feet that were bent under her to part his legs. He screamed into the pillow, it was muffled and she didn't worry. She reached up and found his nipples, pinching then hard and twisting them. He jumped under her touch, freezing for a moment, then he struggled. She moved one had down to his cock and ran her fingers over it, he was hard and wet, his body giving away his excitement. She licked her lips, her hand left his cock and sniffed her fingers. She reached down and pulled up her skirt to reveal that she was wearing a strap on, she smiled as he writhed beneath her as she sat over him. She grabbed the cock as she listened to him yelling into the pillow her hand slowly glided up and down the rubber cock, reaching over to where she had placed the lube she began sliding some up and down and wondered what he was saying, she just grinned to herself.

He could feel her shifting, then her body covered his once more, her legs hooking in his and forcing them wide. The air hissed out of his mouth as she weight crushed down on him and he felt her cock press against his tight puckered arse.

“Nooooooooooooooooooo!” He screamed into the pillow.

Trying to fight back, to kick and scream, but it was little use. He shook as she thrust hard and fast and with that thrust, buried her cock into him. He jerked under her from the shock. It was a brutal thrust, fear sending shivers up his spine. Then she drew back slowly and held it there, as he fought to get his breath. Suddenly she was thrusting hard onto him once more, pounding into his arse, making his gasp, reaching under him and finding a nipple, she pulled on it as she drove her cock into him again. Despite his fear he moaned into the pillow, his body responding to her touch. She continued to drive her cock in and out of his arse, leaning down to bit his neck, letting her teeth graze over his skin as she did. She felt his resistance fade as the pleasure took over from the fear. Grinning to herself as she withdrew, causing him to whimper somewhat as she left his arse empty.

“Whats up slut, enjoying it now?” The voice hissed in his ear.

His face burnt in shame, he ccould not help but nod. He was enjoying it and did not want her to stop. She climbed off him, her fingers twisting into his hair and gripping hard, keeping his face in the pillow.

“On your knees slut!” The voice hissed.

He didn't move, not wanting to help. He screamed once more as she brought her hand down hard onto his arse, swift firm strokes onto each cheek, being sure to catch the tops of his thighs as the tears start filling his eyes, the blows raining down causing the flesh of his arse to burn as sting. She raked her nails over the heated flesh, before the spanking continue, a steady stream of heavy blows catching his arse and thighs and making him squirm beneath her again. Then without warning she reached between his thighs and curled her fingers round his balls, tugging on them.

"I said on your knees slut!" The voice hissed again.

He stumbled to his knees, and she laughed softly.

“Now you are catching on slut, keep that face in the pillow, or you get more of the same!” She said, tugging his balls once more for emphasis.

He nodded, fear keeping his face pressed into the pillow, now damp with his tears. The bed dipped as she knelt between his thighs, resting her cock back against his arse. He flinched and pulled away. She moved back and he sighed thankfully. The next moment she was striking his arse hard with a paddle, flinching as it burnt in pain, he let out a low moan, then before he can recover she was striking him again and again. His body trembling in a mixture of pain and pleasure, sending him to new heights despite the fear, once more his body betraying him. It ended as suddenly as it started and she knelt behind him again, her cock teasing his throbbing arse, stroking in gently in and out. He moaned in pleasure once more. She pulled back sliding all the way out, the next thrust, causing him to scream into the pillow again as she thrusts it deep into him. Her hands moving under his again and finding cock and running her nails over it making him buck up and forcing her cock deeper into his arse. Using her fingers to tease his cock head and making him moan. Letting go suddenly she slaps his thighs as her cock fucks his arse. Sliding one hand up under his body pinching and pulling at his nipple, pinning him to the bed. Pounding into his arse, hearing his moans as his body rides the sensations she produces. Her other hand raking her nails over his back, digging deeply into the tender flesh of his arse every time they reach it. Her breathing getting faster, he hears a groan, feeling her body twitch, his own body surprisingly close to the edge.

“Cum with me my slut” Her voice whispers.

In an instant it all becomes clear and he realises who this is, that familiar voice!

“Yes Mistress” he moans into the pillow.

Her words drive him over the edge, his body stiffens and trembles beneath her as he cums with her, screaming into the pillow once more, but this time in pleasure.

Pulling out of and moving to the top of the bed she turns his head to face him. Still trembling from his orgasm she tells him to clean her, his lips lovingly lick and kiss at her wet lips. He manages to whisper.

“Yes Mistress, oh thank you Mistress for using your sult tonight”

He feels her release the cuffs on his writs, kissing each one gently, before she lays beside him in the bed, her body sliding in beside him, she takes him in her arms and rests his head on her shoulder. He hears a soft moan of pleasure from her as she stroke his hair and he feel himself flush with pride at serving her well once more.

“Well done my pet” she says “Now sleep for tomorrow I have plans for you”

“Yes Mistress” he replies softly, his eyes closing. As he drift off he wonder what her plans were.