Rude awakening

Illuminating Hannah with your phone, you find yourself marveling at her beautiful, peaceful features; her full lips parted ever so slightly, her lashes fanning out against the pillow, and her somewhat messy hair framing her face like a halo. She appears so innocent and pure that it stirs within you a desire to protect her, tend to her - to nurture her. However, you know her sluty side already, and tonight, it's time for... training. It's past midnight, and you're filled with anticipation. An idea quickly forms in your mind, but hesitation creeps in - it seems dangerously close to... violation.

Despite your doubts, recalling the previous sessions, you decide to proceed. After gently removing the blanket, your hands trembling from excitement, you climb on top of her. No, your intentions aren't to violate her welcoming pussy without waking her up. Instead, you position yourself in reverse, pelvis aligned above her serene, sleeping face and your own hand above her crotch.

Her breath tickles the tip of your throbbing cock, sending shivers down your spine. The inviting glow of her pussy, dimly lit by the phone, looks incredibly ethereal and irresistible right before your eyes. Although you two engaged in many 69s, you always were the one below, never like this. As your heart races, you call her name, "Hannah?" A hint of firmness in your tone, "Wake up, wake up! Time to train."

Hannah isn't a light sleeper by any means and her body remains motionless. Doubts assail you once again, but then, you bring your fingers to her clit, pinching it firmly to rouse her awake. This radical approach proves effective almost instantly: Hannah jolts awake, disoriented, bumping into your erect member with her face. "What the fuck?!" She exclaims, still half asleep.

"Time to train," you remind her softly, holding her hips down gently. Her initial shock slowly fades, replaced by recognition. "Do you have to do it in the middle of the night?" She asks, groggily.

"Slaves don't choose the time, they follow orders," you reply sternly, giving her thighs a gentle squeeze. "Now, open wide."

"But I am tired," she complainingly whispers, trying to resist. "Baby, let's do it in the morning."

Is it another game of hers, or a genuine wish? Emboldened by the recent experience, cock remains indifferent to such trivial matters, eager to claim what 'belongs' to you. "Open your mouth, Hannah," you order, your voice laced with authority.

"I said..." and there you strike, pushing your pulsating dick inside her talking mouth, forcing her to accept it. She doesn't resist much, allowing you to continue, surrendering herself to the act. It feels different - rawer, more real, less of game. Is it how true doms feel every time?

Pausing, you give her an opportunity to protest. Should she actively push you away or express anger, you would immediately withdraw. But she doesn't. She lies there, accepting your brutal invasion, her tongue resting on the side of your cock.

"I wanted to train some advanced techniques," you say, staring deep into her barely illuminated pussy. Sixty-nine has its advantages - her sex is a sight to behold, and you can't help but admire it. "but I think we need a basic lesson of you not arguing when to serve me."

Hannah mumbles something around your dick as you gather your courage for going further. Again, you wait if any fierce resistance will come, but it doesn't. Instead, Hannah starts moving her head, taking you deeper, her tongue dancing around your shaft.

"No, no. You won't get away with your cocksucking mastery this time," the lines of her labia look ethereal, her hips tremble slightly, begging for continuation. Yes, she does enjoy the way you talk, and it encourages you going further. "You will be punished with a skullfuck."

You take a few seconds to prepare, grabbing her hips for support, repositioning your torso, and scanning for any last-ditched attempts to stop you. Seeing none, you thrust your hips forward, hitting the back of her throat with strength. Sounds she makes are like twisted melodies - garbles, **** breathing through the nose, and faint moans.

Then you start fucking her face as if it is a pussy or perhaps, even rougher - fast, hard, relentless. The sensation of her wet mouth surrounding you is unlike anything experienced before. Raw, primal, unafraid of being crude. You can hear her struggle to breathe, feeling her throat constricting, but she doesn't stop, doesn't fight back, nor tries to make angry sounds.

"You deserved it!" you shout, watching her juices flow from her pussy, surprised at how quickly she gets aroused. Your best cunnilinguses failed to achieve that so quickly. "You are such a disobedient cunt!"

Your fingers clutch harder around her hips, as you bring your face to her dripping pussy, offering not gentle stimulation (hard to do when pounding), but rough caresses, lips moving against her sensitive fold. She arches her lower body towards your somewhat manipulations, legs twisting slightly.

Not for a second you pause the relentless fucking of her face. Your balls swing and hit her nose again and again. Her throat muscles contract, eyes probably rolling backward. If not barely audible sounds of pleasure, you would worry about making her pass out, but your slutty girlfriend seems to endure your pace.

Her pussy becomes warmer, hotter even, and you can feel her wetness increase. Her legs shake violently. Is she close to getting there? Is all of that bringing her to the first orgasm with you?

And then 'a disaster' strikes. You cum yourself, earlier than intended, almost feeling betrayed by your own body. Almost - because it turns out to be one of the brightest orgasms ever had. Exhausted, you lie on top of your girlfriend, your softening dick still in her mouth, your balls resting on her face, her breath panting heavily, and her pussy leaking straight into your face. Now, you must decide how to proceed from this unusual position.