Used by my boyfriend Free Use and Somno Erotica #2
He reached around her waist, his large hand firmly gripping her hip bone to anchor her firmly to the mattress.
He lined the heavy, pulsing crown of his cock up with her soaking wet pussy lips and, using his full body weight, surged forward into her wet pussy.
His thick cock buried itself into her! Inside her tight wet pussy.
Maddie’s eyes remained closed, but her sleeping body reacted instantly to the sudden, overwhelming invasion.
A sharp, choked gasp escaped her throat, her chest heaving as her internal walls were stretched to their absolute capacity by his massive cock.
The warmth of her pussy was staggering—her relaxed, sleep softened muscles wrapped around his bare skin like a suffocating glove, instantly clamping down on his shaft with a tight, desperate suction.
"Mmm..." Maddie whimpered softly into the dark, her head tossing slightly against the sheets, completely trapped beneath his heavy form but locked in the deep fog of sleep.
"Take it, Maddie," Connor whispered heavily right against her ear, his hand sliding up to firmly grip her hair, pinning her head down to assert total control. "You're my slutty little toy now. Just lie there and take my cock."
He established a slow, relentless, and punishing rhythm from behind.
Each time he pulled back, he withdrew until only the sensitive head of his shaft remained inside her, before driving his pelvis forward to slam against her backside with a heavy, wet thud.
The dirty, rhythmic squish of his lubricated cock sliding in and out of her bottomless heat filled the silent room, a soundtrack of pure possession.
Connor was completely detached from her conscious pleasure, entirely focused on using her sleeping body to satisfy his own raw, primitive cravings.
The sheer eroticism of having his girlfriend completely under his power, utilizing her body like a living domestic appliance while she slept, made his blood pump with an unhinged ferocity.
His pace accelerated, moving from slow, deep strokes into a frantic, athletic hammer.
The bed began to creak rhythmically against the bedroom wall. Maddie remained under his spell, her body helplessly riding the heavy waves of his thrusts, her face buried in the pillow as her tight pussy was relentlessly used in the dark.
Wanting to push the fantasy to the absolute edge, Connor reached around her trembling waist, his hand sliding down between her thighs. He found her swollen, dripping clit and began to grind his thumb against it with a harsh, heavy friction while his cock continued to tear into her insides.
The intense dual assault was too much for her sleeping system to handle.
Underneath her closed eyelids, her eyes began to dart rapidly as a violent, involuntary orgasm began to build within her unconscious frame.
Her entire body went completely rigid, her toes curling tightly into the blankets as her tight internal walls went into a frantic series of tight, rhythmic spasms, actively milking his cock with incredible force.
Maddie’s intense, subconscious climax was the final trigger for Connor. He delivered three more brutal, devastating lunges, burying his cock as deep as his anatomy would allow, before letting out a low, guttural roar into the dark room.
He thrust one final time, pinning her hips hard against his groin, and let out his release. Maddie felt the sudden, scalding heat of his thick, hot cum erupting deep inside her vaginal canal, jetting out in heavy, pulsing waves that filled her pussy to the absolute brim.
He collapsed heavily on top of her, his chest heaving against her back, his sweat dripping onto her clean skin as his hard earned release washed away the residual exhaustion of his day.
He stayed buried inside her for several long, quiet minutes, letting his cock slowly soften within her pulsing heat.
Slowly, he pulled out of her with a wet, heavy pop.
Maddie let out a soft, contented sigh in her sleep, her body instantly sinking back into the heavy foam mattress as she drifted right back into a deep, uninterrupted slumber.
A thick river of fresh cum and juices began to slowly ooze out of her stretched pussy lips, pooling on her inner thighs in the dark.
Connor pulled himself up, completely unbothered by his nakedness, and walked over to the bathroom to wash up.
He looked back at her sleeping form in the dim moonlight, entirely satisfied with his total, undisputed ownership.
He had taken her in the most vulnerable way possible, and she hadn't even opened her eyes.
He climbed back into bed, pulling the duvet over his chest, and closed his eyes. The agreement was working flawlessly. He had a few hours before his morning routine, and he knew she’d still be right there, perfectly ready for whatever free use interruption he wanted next.
By 10:30 AM, the morning sun was streaming directly through the kitchen windows, casting a bright, unforgiving light over the apartment.
Maddie was moving about the space, trying to focus on a routine Saturday cleanup to clear her head.
She was dressed in a short, oversized grey t shirt with absolutely nothing underneath—a silent, permanent invitation she knew would eventually be accepted.
Her pussy still felt heavy, slightly swollen, and incredibly sensitive from the midnight session.
Every time she stepped forward, she felt the phantom weight of Connor’s thick shaft, her body still humming with the lingering warmth of his cum.
From the hallway, the heavy, authoritative sound of footsteps echoed on the hardwood.
Connor had just finished a quick morning workout, his body primed and his muscles wound tight.
He walked into the kitchen, his skin glistening with a light layer of sweat, a towel draped around his neck.
He didn't look at her face; his dark eyes dropped instantly to her bare, pale thighs and the soft curve of her hips outlined beneath the cotton shirt.
Maddie was bent over the open dishwasher, loading the breakfast plates. She felt his physical presence dominate the kitchen before he even spoke, her heart skipping a heavy beat against her ribs.
"Connor, I'm just finishing up the kitchen," she said softly, though the sudden, hard flush of heat between her thighs completely betrayed her words. Her pussy instantly began to leak a fresh, hot drop of moisture down her skin.
"Your routine doesn't matter, Maddie," Connor murmured, his voice dropping into that low, gravelly register that always made her stomach flip. "The agreement is absolute. When I want to use you, everything else stops."
He stepped up directly behind her. He didn't ask if she was ready, and he didn't court her with a gentle kiss. Instead, his large, warm hand landed firmly on the small of her back, pushing her back down into a completely bent over position.
"Keep loading the dishes," Connor commanded, his tone completely detached and dominant.
Maddie’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping the plastic edge of the dishwasher rack so hard her knuckles turned white. She stayed perfectly still, her face hovering just inches from the plates, her ass pushed back toward him in total submission.
She heard the sharp click of his gym shorts loosening.
The sound was like a starting pistol for her libido.
She felt his hands grip the hem of her grey t shirt, bunching the fabric up around her lower back to expose her completely bare backside to the bright kitchen light.
Her pale thighs and her dripping, flushed pink lips were completely bare and vulnerable.
Connor leaned in close, his chest pressing hard against her back, his nose burying into the crook of her neck to take a deep inhale of her scent. "Look at you. Just a horny little slut waiting for her boyfriend to use her in the middle of the day."
He didn't bother with lube, and he didn't give her a second to prepare.
He reached down, his long fingers roughly spreading her wet pussy lips wide, coating his hand in her natural, thick moisture before aligning the heavy head of his cock with her opening.
With one authoritative, heavy forward lunge, he drove his entire length inside her to the absolute hilt.
Slide.
The sudden, total fullness made Maddie let out a loud, ragged gasp, the sound vibrating in the quiet kitchen as his massive girth stretched her walls to their absolute capacity.
The impact caused the dishwasher door to click slightly against the floor.
Her internal muscles instantly locked down around his shaft in a vice like grip, desperately trying to accommodate the sudden, heavy invasion.
"Connor... oh god," she whimpered, her head tossing forward.
"Hush," Connor hissed, his hand coming down in a sharp, stinging slap right across her right buttock. Crack. The sound was deafening in the quiet apartment, leaving a bright red handprint on her pale skin. "I didn't tell you you could talk. Keep working. Move the dishes."
He established a brutal, mechanical, and relentless rhythm from behind.
He held her hips like handles, his thumbs digging into her hip bones to steer her as he slammed his cock deep into her wet, tight canal.
Each powerful thrust forced her body forward, her hands shaking as she tried to slide a coffee mug into the top rack.
The cognitive dissonance of trying to perform a mundane household chore while her boyfriend was ruthlessly punishing her insides was the most intensely erotic thing she had ever experienced.
She felt completely objectified, treated like a living domestic appliance kept in the kitchen for his personal convenience.
Connor wasn't focused on her pleasure; he was completely consumed by his own primitive need to dump his desire into his favorite place, treating her like his personal, living toy.
His pace accelerated into a frantic, animalistic speed.
The wet, heavy sound of their collision filled the room—a relentless, messy friction that matched the frantic energy of her breathing.
He reached around her trembling waist, his hand sliding down between her thighs to find her swollen clit, grinding his thumb against it with a harsh, unyielding pressure while his cock continued to hit her g spot with a heavy thud.