The Midnight Visitor

I’d like to say something before you start. PLEASE READ. The characters in this story don’t use condoms. This is because they are fictional. Say it with me now. ‘Fict-on-al.’ This means that they can only catch things if I want them to, which I don’t. In real life, you have to be a retard to not use a condom when you don’t know a guys clean. Please use them, and if you chose not to, then don’t bitch to me about catching something or (if you’re a girl) getting pregnant.

Also, the first chapter of this is pure PWP, but I intend on developing more of a plot after that. Not much of a plot, but a plot all the same. lol.



I stood there, in the middle of my bedroom in complete darkness, no sun or moonlight came through the windows, nor light from the bulb above my head, a power cut had seen to the electricals. Normally, I wouldn’t be so bothered about a power cut; they happen a stupidly large amount on my street. However, there was something very different about this one. Just before the power went off, I felt an odd tingle, and heard a strange noise.

There was someone in the room with me.

I’d be lying if I said that this was the scariest moment of my life. The scariest moment of my life was when I nearly drowned on holiday last year, but this was a very close second, and you know what they say, ‘the night is young’. I remained still. Silent. In the hopes that I would be able to hear my visitor move, if only for a second. I couldn’t go to the door as the person could easily be there, or I could trip on all the rubbish on my floor.

I felt the tingle again, I’m still not sure if it was physical or mental, but I felt a tingle none-the-less. I wasn’t completely sure what caused it, but it caused me to become even more stiff and scared than I was already. Imagine my horror, if you will, when I realised only a second to late that my visitor was standing right in front of me.

I let out a short, cowardly sound and shut my eyes, but rather than the pain of having sharp metal shoved into me as I was expecting, a rather different event happened. My visitor pressed their lips against mine. It was not forceful or aggressive, but soft, like petals against my lips. Despite this, I still put my hands up to try and push him off. Now, I say ‘him’, as it was at this point that I discovered that that my visitor was either male, or the most flat chested, toned woman that I had ever met.

My admittedly weak attempt to push the man away proved useless, as he took me by the hips with both hands and held me to him, pressing his own manhood into mine. I pushed my arms against him for a little longer in a vain attempt to prevent this, but apparently, my body and my mind wanted two different things, and my arms relaxed between us.

I debated this concept in my mind; being with another man? Submitting to another man? It was not something I’d given much thought to, but I knew it wasn’t acceptable in the social circles I ran in. However, all this was quickly pushed to the back of my mind, as my visitors hands moved from my hips to my ass, one gently holding each cheek. His tongue came from his mouth and brushed over my lips. I allowed it to enter my mouth, and our tongues joined together. I had never been on this side of a kiss before.

He ushered me to move backwards, and my knees folded as my legs hit the bed. I had to lay down as he moved on top of me, with one leg either side of me, we continued to kiss as he undid my belt and the zips on my jeans. The were removed surprisingly quickly considering our positions. He quickly started undoing the buttons of my shirt, and before I knew it, I was in only my underwear below this fully clothed man. His body left mine briefly, and when it returned, skin rubbed up against skin, as his shirt found its way to my floor. We rolled over so that I was on top of him. His hands cupped my ass, and my dick rubbed up against him. I felt two thumbs slip into my boxers, and slowly began to pull.

Once my boxers and socks were on the floor, the man flipped us over again, practically picking me up and positioning me so that we were laying more comfortably on the bed. He took hold of my dick and started wanking it while kissing me deeply. He kissed down my neck and on to my chest then onto my nipple, sucking and nibbling on it, the sensation of it causing me to gasp. As he played with my nipple, the hand wanking my cock slipped in-between my legs down to my ass. I parted my legs to give him better access as his finger rubbed up and down my crack, playing with my hole. His kisses moved further down my body to my dick, which he took in his mouth at the same time as pushing his finger into my hole.

The feeling of his fingers and mouth working me in perfect harmony and it didn’t take me long to cum in his mouth harder than I’d ever came before. Once he’d sucked me dry, he came up to be level with my face and kissed me again, sharing the cum in his mouth with me. It tasted strange, but I liked it.

I heard the sound of unzipping and after a few rummaging noises, I felt something hard and hot press against my ass, which made me gasp once again. It felt big, and I wasn’t sure if I could take anything in my ass, much less that. Apparently, my visitor wasn’t interested in my worries, as he instantly began to slowly push in while kissing and sucking my neck and lips. It hurt, but he took it slowly and before long, pain started turning into pleasure. He fucked me slowly at first, taking his time, almost to the point where I urged him to go faster. Eventually he started going faster. He moved so that he could hold my hips in order to fuck me harder. I started moaning, surprisingly loudly. This felt better than anything I’d ever done with a girl.

He pulled out, and pulled my hips in a fashion to indicate that he wanted me to turn over. I did so, and he took my hips, pulling me up onto my hands and knees. He shoved his dick into me again, using this new position and his new grip on my hips allowing him to fuck me even harder and deeper. I was crying out at the top of my lungs in both pleasure and pain. The man let go off one of my hips and reached forwards, grabbing a clump of my hair. His pulling on it hurt like hell, but holding me like that allowed him to move my whole body as he thrust in and out. He suddenly pulled out and a felt a feeling on my back as he came over it with a cry, the first sound he’d made all night.

I collapsed on the bed, and fell asleep almost instantly. When I woke up the following morning, the man was gone. There was, however, a note by my bed that read ‘I’ll be back again tonight, and I’ll be bringing a friend. If you want me to come, then have your window open at midnight.’