Just a short nap

Your dreams are filled with confusing images of Mike towering above your weak, slender form, his dick stretching your little pussy to its limits and beyond. Calling you names and spiting on you, he is relentlessly ramming home without the slightest regard of your feelings. While you are nearing your orgasm, he would call you a depraved cumslut for getting off on him degrading you. Just before finally reaching your orgasm, you are ripped out of your dream by a sharp pain flaring on your butt. Before you can react a second slap follows making you squeal out in surprised pain.

"Stupid slut! You are ruining my mattress, you leaky cumdump." Mikes angry voice brings you back to reality. You open your eyes and look around. Mike is standing beside the bed, reaching for a cloth to wipe up his cum and to stop it from ruining on the sheets. Too late you recognize the rag as your shirt, now completely ruined by stains you definitely do not want to show the public.

"Hey, that's my shirt!", you weakly complain, only to be stopped by him glaring down at you. "Serves you right. Maybe you will learn to take better care of other people's stuff." He throws it in the garbage. "And now you can apologize by sucking my meat." He whips out his dick and holds it in front of your face.

Somehow his voice had such a commanding tone to it that you act on reflex, just like when he told you to thank him for his cum earlier. You are already leaning forward and parting your lips to please the monster when you snap out of it. Confused you twitch back, escaping the intoxication, manly musk.