Rude Awakening

I dreamt of spelunking, exploring a cave that was tight and I had to slide around through on my stomach, barely even crawling. Luckily for me, I didn't get a nightmare, but the dream wasn't super pleasant either. I found myself twisting in order to fit through the cave, until my lower body got stuck. I struggled, trying to dislodge it, but I was totally stuck, and the warmth of the cave started to make me moan.

I woke from the dream without pants, my underwear pushed off to one side, and a man between my legs, pounding away. The room was pitch black and I couldn't tell who was fucking me. Was it Marcus? No, he'd been so nice. Did he accidentally tell people about my current predicament? All of my attempts to figure things out were being disrupted by the rapid fucking that I was receiving. My assailant's cock wasn't very big, but he'd lifted my hips and was thrusting such that every single thrust hammered into my g-spot, and his left hand was busy rubbing my clit. The fact that I was drunk, groggy from sleep, and in partial sensory deprivation certainly didn't help the overwhelming pleasure I was feeling. I couldn't help it, I started to moan and talk to him, my brain disgusted by the places that my crotch was leading me:

"Yes, yes! Fuck me hard, fuck me right there oh my god it feels so good please don't stop don't stop fucking me."

He sped up as I talked to him, and I swear I heard him chuckle. "Do you like my cock inside that tight pussy of yours?"

"I love your cock, it feels amazing inside of me, please don't stop fucking me!!" I moaned, and briefly in the back of my mind I was aware that there were other people in this apartment, and we weren't being exactly subtle about the sex we were having.