Bedtime

Carrie woke up about an hour later, and it was becoming late in the evening by now. We had some leftovers in the fridge that you heated up and served. Despite the pill the two of you where acting pretty normal. You had worried that it might be weird, but neither of you seemed to mind much. You where enjoying the new experiences thus far. Even the rough deep throat from before was pretty hot now that you had thought about it. There was something about the feeling of being dominated that you had never experienced before. Thinking back to the moment you realized that there was no way you would have been able to escape that if she had not let go. You had tried twice to move of her, and gotten nowhere.

You cleared the table after dinner while Carrie took a shower and went to bed. You where planning on doing the same but by the time you where ready there was no hot water left. Not particularly excited about a cold shower you found a fresh pair of panties and went to bed. Carrie was on her phone when you climbed in. This was oddly enough the strangest part so far. As long as you could remember you had slept on the left side of the bed, but now... Carrie was on the left and you on the right. It was the weirdest feeling, but it felt way to awkward to comment on. You turned of the light, and rolled over your back to Carrie. What a day it had been.

You felt Carrie shift, and move over to you. Today you where little spoon, and that to felt strange. Strange in a good way though. You closed your eyes feeling the warmth of the body behind you. You where so tired. The day had been full of new experiences, most of them good. You felt Carries wandering hands move across your body, and soon after her growing cock pressed against your ass.

"You know. I am not really that tired yet... "She whispered. You feign a laugh. "Well you did just have a nap"

"Yeah" she chuckle as her hand moves down and fingers slip into your panties. You close your legs, and pull her hand away. "Well I did not have a nap. And I am super tired."

She stops. She becomes totally still for a a few seconds then says "So?"

"So I want to sleep" you say.

She gives a bemused chuckle. "Well tough shit, because I want to fuck". She sounds almost angry. Surprised by her reaction you find yourself lost for words. You try to say something, but suddenly her hand grabs your panties and start pulling them down.

"Carrie! No!" you squeal but you are quickly silenced by a hand smacking you across the face.

"Shut up!" Carrie exclaim. You are to stunned to speak or even resist at this point and your panties are down by your knees before you know it. The weight of the body pushes you face first into the pillow and her hand pull your hips up towards her. You her the *hack twuu* and feel her spit on your pussy. "Wait.. Stop!" you say but you only feel the pressure of her cock against your pussy, before she presses forward and into you. It hurts a little going in. Not the same as earlier when you where so wet that you pussy was dripping.

She grabs you hip and lifts you up, pounding into you from behind.

*SMACK!* she smacks your ass, and you squeal in surprise. Then hands move down pulling you up, Still on your knees getting pounded , on hand grabs your breast tightly, fingers digging into the flesh and the other on your neck pressure increasing restricting your airways slightly. Tears are streaming down your face as you whimper trough your breath. It this... ****? Are you being **** by your own body right now?

"I fucking bed over backwards to please you!" she says. "Never once have I said no. Regardless of how tired, how sick I was! And you have the nerve to say your tired after doing it just once!" She sounds really angry.

"I'm Sorry!" you whimper through your tears.

"You better be fucking sorry!" *SMACK* she spanks you again. You squeal louder this time.

"YEAH.. You like that?!" She asks. You nod. To shocked to say anything else.

She grabs your hair and forces you down.

"Face down, ass up! Arc your back more!" You do as she commands.

*SMACK, SMACK* more spanks.

She keeps going, and minutes drag on. Suddenly she pulls out and pushes you aside.

"Whoo, this shit is hard work! Your turn!. Get on top and ride me!"

You do as she asks and guide her waiting cock to your pussy. Like on auto pilot you move your hips and begin to ride her cock. Tears still on your face, but you are to terrified to do anything else at this point. You keep going praying for this to all be over soon.

"Yeah.. fuck that is more like it. Ride that cock! " she grunts. "You fucking love that cock don't you?" You do not answer. Hands come up and string fingers grasp your nipples. Pinching and pulling hard. You buckle forward from the pain. and a thin scream escape your lips. "Don't you stop!" she commands and you continue riding while she man handles your nipples. "TELL ME HOW MUCH YOU LOVE IT!" She shouts.

"I love it!" you whimper. "Love what?"

"You cock.. I love you cock"

"Fuck yeah you do!" she releases your nipples. Her hands move down and lifts you up, stopping your riding. She flips you back wards and pull your legs up into a mating press position. Ruthlessly she pounds you down into the bed, and despite yourself and the situation your body betray you as you feel the wash of an orgasm surge through you. You moan loudly.

"Oh I can feel your pussy clenching around me as you cum!" she gaggles. "Are you a slut for my cock?!"

"Yes..." you whimper, knowing this is obviously what she wants to hear.

"Ohh fuck.. I am gonna nut so fucking hard!" she grunts and you feel her tense up as she pushes deep inside you. Jet upon jet of hot cum push into you. She pushes you down with her weight and you quiver as another wave of orgasmic pleasure hits you.

There is no kiss this time. No warm embrace. She holds you down for a moment before she extracts herself. What feels like gallons of cum pour from your wet hole. She grabs your hair and pushes her cock in your mouth. "Cleanup time". You dutifully suckle and lick it clean.

Finished you roll over shaking. She lays down on her side and within minutes you hear the heavy breaths of sleep. Yours on the other hand does not come so easily. Tears well up in your eyes again and you cry yourself to sleep over the next few hours.