Evening With Samantha (Part 3)

My eyes snapped open in the dead of night, my body tense and alert. The pulsing red numbers on the alarm clock read a little past three, but that wasn’t what had woken me up. It was the intense sensation in my groin, a throbbing hardon that actually ached. I shifted my gaze to Samantha, who lay beside me in peaceful slumber, her warm skin pressed against my own. I couldn’t resist reaching out and gently shaking her shoulder, whispering in her ear with a hint of desperation, “Wanna fuck?”

Samantha stirred and mumbled incoherently, still half-asleep, “Sslleepping.”

Undeterred, I tried again in a hushed tone, “Come on, I’m really horny.”

Samantha let out another sleepy murmur, “Go aheeaad buuuttt I miiightt sleeepp. I’mmm sttttilll tirrredd.”

Gently and carefully, I rolled Samantha onto her back and spread her legs, positioning myself between them. She mumbled something in her sleep before soft snoring overtook her. With my rigid cock poised at her warm, wet entrance, I began to slowly push forward, sinking into her slick pussy. Even in her slumber, her body responded, stretching to accommodate my girth. I groaned at the incredible sensation, my eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Supporting myself on my arms, I started to move, rocking my hips in a slow, steady rhythm. I didn’t want to wake her, so I made sure each movement was gentle and calculated. Samantha let out a low moan, still lost in her dreams as she lay beneath me. Every inch of her seemed to radiate beauty as I gently penetrated her.

With each thrust, I watched Samantha’s face intently, reveling in the peaceful and angelic expression she wore while being taken like this. There was something undeniably erotic about using her sleeping body for my own pleasure.

Lowering myself down on top of her, I kept my movements slow and deep, savoring the exquisite feeling of her silky walls caressing my throbbing shaft. In the quiet of the room, all that could be heard was our breathing, the rustling of sheets, and the occasional creak of the bed frame. It felt like an intimate moment, connecting with Samantha in this way while she slept.

As my climax built up inside me, I picked up the pace slightly but still remained cautious not to disrupt her sleep too much. Samantha’s breathing became heavier and interspersed with little moans as her body responded. Her hardening nipples pressed against my chest as I continued pumping her, my breathing becoming heavier as my orgasm approached. I quietly whispered in her ear, “I love fucking your tight little pussy.” Samantha, still asleep, mumbled something unintelligible in response.

With my body teetering on the edge of climax, I withdrew from Samantha’s warm pussy and shifted my position on the bed. My hand was rapidly stroking my slippery cock as I gazed down at her peaceful, sleeping form beside me. Letting out a low moan, I released hot bursts of cum onto her delicate breasts, each spurt accompanied by a shudder of pleasure. My heavy breathing echoed in the quiet space as I collapsed onto the bed beside her, completely spent and drifting off into a deep slumber.

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Samantha woke up to the bright sunlight streaming through the window. It took her a moment to remember where she was, but then it all came back to her. She was lying in the middle of the bed, completely uncovered and naked with her legs spread open. He was sleeping soundly on his side facing away from her, his breathing heavy. As she lay there, she noticed the skin of her breasts was slightly puckered in areas and covered in a cracked and flaking white substance. Samantha sat up and gently touched the flaky white substance on her breasts, her brow furrowing in confusion. As she examined it more closely, realization dawned on her, it was dried semen. He must have masturbated and ejaculated on her while she was sleeping.

A mix of emotions swirled within her; surprise, a touch of indignation at being used in such a way without her knowledge, but also an undeniable thrill of arousal at the thought of him finding her so irresistible that he couldn’t help but cum on her as she slept. She glanced over at his sleeping form, a small smirk playing on her lips.

Carefully, so as not to wake him, Samantha slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom, her mind racing. Turning on the light, she examined herself in the mirror, taking in the dried splotches of sperm decorating her pert breasts. Her pussy throbbed and her nipples stiffened into peaks as she imagined him stroking himself over her sleeping form, coating her with his cum.

She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up as she continued to study her reflection. She remembered her legs were splayed apart when she woke up, did he also fuck her while she was asleep? Steam began to fill the room as Samantha stepped under the warm spray, letting the water sluice over her body, rinsing away the evidence of his nocturnal activities. As she lathered her body with soap, her hands lingered on her breasts, gently massaging them. A small smile played on her lips as she imagined him gently spreading her legs and sinking his hard cock into her pliant body. Fucking her slowly so as not to wake her, then masturbating and cumming all over her sleeping form. The mental image was incredibly erotic and she began to rub her clit.

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The gentle sound of the shower filled my ears as I slowly woke from a deep slumber. I stumbled into the bathroom, still half asleep, and was met with an arousing sight. There stood Samantha, eyes closed, head tilted back and masturbating as the warm water cascaded over her flawless skin, one hand groping a breast while the other rubbed furiously at her clit. I watched, transfixed by the erotic sight, my morning erection throbbing as I took in the sight of her glistening wet body, the way her pert nipples puckered under her own touch, the slick movements of her fingers between her spread thighs. I couldn’t resist grabbing my rigid cock as I continued to observe her pleasuring herself.

Samantha’s moans grew louder, her hips undulating as she neared climax, still unaware of my presence. She slipped two fingers inside her tight cunt, pumping them in and out as she ground her clit against her palm in desperation for release. I heard her whimper as she came, her petite frame shaking as waves of intense pleasure washed over her.

As her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes and finally noticed me standing there stroking myself while watching her. She ignored me as she rinsed off and turned off the shower. She opened the shower door, grabbing her towel and wrapping it around her as she stepped out. “Did you enjoy fucking me and cumming on my tits while I was asleep?” she asked me with indignation.

I stopped stroking myself and just stood there with my cock in my hand, feeling a sudden pang of guilt. “I tried to wake you up but you said you were sleepy. You told me to go ahead.”

Samantha grabbed another towel from the shelf and began to dry off her hair, seeming upset. “I woke up covered in your dried cum, did you think that was okay?”

I was taken aback, not sure if she was really upset or just messing with me. I stammered, “I-I’m sorry, Samantha. I woke up in the middle of the night with this intense hardon and I tried to wake you. I couldn’t help myself, you just looked so beautiful and sexy lying there I had to fuck you.”

Samantha just stared at me, her expression stern. She took a step closer, her damp towel clinging to her curves. “So you fucked my sleeping body because you couldn’t control yourself? Used me like your personal sex doll?”

I felt my cheeks flush, “I’m sorry Samantha, I shouldn’t have done that, but you did say it was okay. I have no excuse, I apologize for violating your trust like that.”

Her expression softened and a small smile played on her lips. “Well, I have to admit, even though I was surprised to wake up covered in your cum, the idea of you fucking and jerking off on me while I was sleeping was pretty damn hot.”

My hand still gripped my twitching erection, throbbing with desire. I was caught off guard by her words, unsure of how to react. “Wait, you’re not angry?” My heart raced as I waited for her response, my body on edge with anticipation.

She shook her head, stepping even closer and letting her towel drop revealing her naked body. “Angry? No. Turned on? Definitely.” She reached up and began rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. “In fact, imagining you using my unconscious body for your pleasure got me so worked up, I had to rub one out in the shower just now. But you already knew that because you were standing here watching.”

I groaned watching her fondle her breasts, “Fuck Samantha, you have no idea how sexy you are. Watching you masturbate just now, I’m surprised I didn’t cum all over the floor.”

Samantha turned and rummaged through the vanity drawers for a comb then began combing her hair. She looked at me in the mirror’s reflection, “Well do it.”

I was confused, “Do what?”

“Cum on the floor,” Samantha replied as she kept working on her hair.

I looked at her incredulously. “You want me to jerk off right here and cum on the bathroom floor?”

Samantha met my gaze in the mirror and nodded, a impish glint in her eye as she continued combing her damp hair. “That’s right. I want to see you make a big creamy puddle on the floor. And if I am not satisfied with the size of the puddle, you are going to keep going until I am happy. Consider it your punishment for taking advantage of me in my sleep.”

My cock throbbed at her words, a bead of pre-cum forming on the swollen tip. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was getting by her bossy demeanor. I felt the familiar sensation of my cock in my hand, pulsating with heat as I started to slowly stroke myself. My gaze was fixated on Samantha’s nude figure reflected in the mirror.

“That’s it, stroke that cock for me,” Samantha said nonchalantly, setting down the comb and bending over provocatively to retrieve her towel, giving me an enticing view of her bare ass and glistening pink slit. Groaning, I pumped myself faster ogling her naked form. She straightened up and wrapped the towel around her torso, tucking it in place, her pert breasts threatening to spill out the top.

She turned to face me, leaning back against the vanity, a coy smile playing on her lips as she watched me masturbate. “You better hurry up, we don’t have all day. Maybe you need to see my tits that you came all over last night? Would that help?” she asked impatiently.

I nodded and croaked out, “Yes,” as I jacked my cock even harder, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. Samantha bit her lip, her gaze riveted to my stroking hand.

She grasped the top of her towel and teasingly pulled it down until her pink nipples peeked out. “Is that enough? Seeing my tiny little pink nipples. Do you want me to play with them for you?” she questioned as she pinched one nipple and then the other.

My breathing became ragged as I felt my climax rapidly building under Samantha’s heated gaze and her teasing. I lowered myself to my knees and leaned a little forward, aiming my cock down towards the floor as I stroked faster.

“Fuck Samantha, I’m getting close,” I moaned, my cock swelling in my grip.

“It better be a lot. There better be as much cum on the floor as there was on my tits or you will be starting again,” she stated, her eyes glued on me beating off.

My chest heaved with each ragged breath as my gaze remained fixed on her. My hand moved in a frenzied blur as I stroked my erection, the tip swollen and slick with precum that was leaking out in copious amounts. The intense pleasure of the moment overwhelmed me, pulsing through my entire body like an electric current.

“Here you go baby,” Samantha purred as she opened her towel wide exposing her naked body to me.

I let out a guttural groan as my orgasm hit, the sight of Samantha’s nude body sent me over the edge. My cock twitched and pulsed as thick ropes of semen shot out, pooling onto the marble floor. I continued pumping, milking myself as spurt after spurt of creamy cum spilled from the tip, forming a puddle between my knees.

“That’s it, keep stroking,” Samantha commanded breathlessly, her eyes glued to the erotic display. “I want every last drop.”

I obeyed, continuing to squeeze my shaft, trying to release every last drop from my pulsing cock as I reveled in the intense pleasure. I tugged on my member a couple more times causing a few more weak spurts to dribble out, adding to the pool of sperm on the floor. Finally spent, I released my softening penis and looked up at Samantha for her approval, my chest heaving.

Samantha bit her lip as she surveyed my handiwork, the puddle glistening obscenely on the dark marble. “Mmm, that’s quite a big load,” Samantha purred appreciatively, her eyes fixated on the creamy pool. “I guess you really enjoyed fucking me and cumming on my tits while I was asleep, huh?”

I could only nod, still breathless from my powerful orgasm. My cock hung limp between my legs, a last dribble of cum oozing out to join the mess on the floor.

“Very good, I think that’s an acceptable amount,” she purred, wrapping the towel back around herself. “Now clean it up.”

My hand reached out for a towel, but Samantha smacked it away and shook her head. “No,” she commanded with a wicked glint in her eye. “Lick it up.” Her words sparked a twinge of arousal within me, despite my shock at her request. “Lick up every drop of your cum off the floor as punishment for fucking me in my sleep.”

I hesitated for a moment, my spent cock twitching at the thought of eating my own cum. The look in Samantha’s eyes and the tingling sensation in my groin spurred me on. I slowly lowered my face towards the cold marble floor, the puddle of semen glistening before me, its musky scent filling my nostrils.

I glanced up at Samantha, who was watching me intently, her towel slipping slightly to reveal the swell of her breasts. Taking a deep breath, I looked back down and tentatively extended my tongue, making contact with the pool of cooling sperm. The salty taste exploded on my tongue as I took the first lick, the texture slimy and thick. I grimaced but continued, dragging my tongue through the creamy fluid, gathering it into my mouth.

Samantha removed her towel and tossed it towards me. “Here, use this,” she said with a chuckle. “I can’t believe you just did that.” As she walked past me she said, “You better hop in the shower or we are going to be late for work. I have to go and try to find my clothes.”

I picked up the towel to clean up the mess, but stopped as I was about to wipe it away. Sneaking a glance over my shoulder to make sure Samantha had left, I leaned down and continued lapping up my own cum off the floor. The forbidden thrill of it sent shivers down my spine and I could feel myself growing hard again. After cleaning up most of the sticky white fluid with my tongue, I used the towel to wipe away any remaining traces.

I turned the shower handle to the cool setting and stepped into the spray. The water cascaded down my body, drenching me and leaving goosebumps in its wake. Yet despite the chill, I couldn’t shake off the intense desire that still burned within me, a reminder of the wild and forbidden encounter with Samantha. Every touch, every kiss, every word echoed through my mind as I stood under the rushing water, trying to wash away the lingering lust that consumed me. But even as I scrubbed at my skin, I knew that some desires were too strong to be washed away so easily.