Wet Dream

The strong orgasm startled her awake. Her body, drenched in sweat, still hummed and throbbed. As her heart rate descended, she reached a hand under the covers and touched her still swollen clit, and jerked at the sensitivity. The dream had been so real, so intense, Was this what guys went through? Was that a wet dream? Jesus.

She’d been cornered by two gorgeous males, one slender, dark eyed and haired, warrior with piercing eyes and a wicked smile, the other blond, Nordic, built and green eyed. Somehow she found herself locked in a room with them both, naked but unafraid. The thick pulse in the air was more seductive than frightening, and a secret need filtered through her veins.

Catching her wrists in silk bindings, the dark one led her to bend over the back of a cushioned and pillowed chair, tying each tether to a front leg. Her weight rested softly on the pillowed top of the chair with her toes barely touching the ground. She felt helpless, exposed … and wildly excited. She knew they were going to spank her for having the naivete’ to end up in their rooms and she knew she deserved it. They stood on either side of her, one right, the other left-handed, and proceeded to land sharp, stinging blows to her exposed rounded ass. The smacks, sometimes altering, sometimes simultaneous, coming from two muscled arms, reddened and stung her skin quickly. Her pain tolerance, lower than she would have thought, sent her quickly to the point of distress and she kicked her legs and begged them to stop. The blond reached down to run a finger across her dry eye, and gave a short bark of laughter. The spanking continued. Beyond pain, beyond panic, until she feared they would never stop and the dry sobs turned wet and her eyes filled and drowned. They left her, tied and sobbing, until she calmed and quieted.

Releasing her to stand chastened before him, the dark one ran searching hands over her breasts, swollen mound, and flicked lightly against her puckered ass. Her eyes widened and her breathing slowed. Smiling, he leaned over and lightly kissed her nose. Taking slow, measured steps, he forced her to walk backwards towards the wall. Not until she bumped into the muscled body of the blond who was leaning against the wall. She was held riveted by dark eyes as his hands moved possessively over her breasts, pulling and tweaking her nipples, sending shock waves through her system. A large hand from behind her reached below and pulled and smoothed silky liquid from her moist core to spread around and into her ass. When she felt the head of his cock pushing against her, she tightened her buttocks and pressed her pelvis forward. Dark eyes crinkled and the dark one dropped in front of her, hands still on her breasts, to latch his wet, mouth and searching tongue onto her aroused clit. She immediately felt a weakening in her thighs and felt herself pressed further back on her Nordic tormentor. His hands gripped her hips and held her immobile against him, where he pressed steadily insistently at her tight entrance. Her dark lovers’ skilled tongue lifted her to a higher level and she squirmed, half in delight, half in fear, each minor relaxing of her muscles allowing the hot silk-like steel to penetrate her a tiny bit further. When his lips pressed from behind to the spot below her ear, she lost all control and spiraled to her orgasm, allowing him to move fully into her tight tunnel and feel her throbbing helplessly around his length. The sting was dimmed by the pleasure of her orgasm which continued to an even higher peak when her dark lover relentlessly kept his mouth on her. As she shook and quivered a second time, stronger this time with the additional stimulation of a cock pressed deep up her ass, he slithered up the front of her and smoothly entered her dripping cunt, filling her tightly. She stood on her toes, hands on his shoulders, caught in his eyes, as the feeling of being impaled in both front and back assaulted her senses. When they began to fuck her, she moaned loudly and came rolling, over and over and over, until both lovers spent their loads violently into her quivering body. She had to be carried to the bed and fell asleep in pure exhaustion the second her head hit the soft pillow.

Pulling sweat-dampened hair from her eyes, she walked carefully to the bathroom and flipped on the light. Turning on the shower, she glanced back at the mirror and froze in shock. Every square inch of her ass was covered in large red handprints. Running a hand wonderingly over her stinging flesh, she raised her eyes to stare at the lusty sated eyes looking back at her. The familiar lethargy took over, and shutting her eyes, she felt their hands on her again. And she didn’t care. How or why … she didn’t care.