Title: Morning Lust
Author: Dean Hodgson
Keywords: MF, bd, ds, va, anal, oral, toys

Summary: She wakes from a lurid dream and simply must satisfy her
carnal cravings!.

This is a work of fiction. All of the characters portrayed in
this story are Protected by copyright As is the story itself. If
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long as the work remains whole and unchanged in any way and the
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Copyright (c) 2012 Dean Hodgson all rights reserved.


   She wakes from the vivid dream, blinking, breathless. In the
dream, she was a transsexual with large penis and she vigorously
fucked another male, cumming repeatedly into his ass. Her body
quivers with the immediate memories, sharp images and sounds. She
feels hot, needy, prickly, exceptionally turned on. Touching
herself, she finds she is sensitive and wet. She gasps silently
as little tremors ripple throughout her body just from her mere
touch.

   The dream demands physical release. To do this she calls into
play the power that was herself in her dream.

   She looks left, smiles, hazel eyes narrow. He's still asleep,
the covers clearly tenting. Perfect!

   Gently, she slides out of bed and quietly opens a drawer. She
straps on the black leather harness, tightens it, adjusts the
flesh-coloured dong against her swollen mound. The dong bounces.
She also plucks out a purple tube of lube.

   With thumb and forefingers, she carefully pulls the covers
down exposing his body. She crawls onto the foot of the bed,
shifts his foot and leg. She gazes at his penis, tall and hard as
it often is before he wakes. She places thumb and forefinger at
the base, opens her mouth, projects her tongue onto the stem,
just touching it for a moment. She slides up lightly and at the
top, takes him in, sucks hard. Her cheeks dimple inwards.

   He stirs, makes a noise, sniffs. Her head goes down. Copper
hair curtains her face. The rubbery member slides between her
lips.

   She bites.

   He jumps! Hands slap the bed.

   "Wha..."

   She places a palm on his chest and sucks hard again. When he
is back down she releases him and says, "Shut the fuck up! Do not
say a word!"

   His head lays back down. Her's bobs as she works his cock. She
licks down the stem, to his balls, past them. He moans. She
pushes his legs wide apart, parts his cheeks, finds his anus and
tickles him with the tip of her wet tongue. He shakes, his fists
ball. She licks further, knowing the affect this can have. She
reaches, slowly inserts a finger, pushes in to her second knuckle
then withdraws then presses in again, repeating. He cries, "Oh!"
Tiny shakes course through him. She bends her finger and rubs his
swelling prostate without mercy.

   She knows he will soon cum.

   While she fingerfucks him, she resumes sucking and licking the
head. She knows this drives him absolutely nuts.

   "Oh my fucking gawd!" he cries out. He can't help it, she is
in control and refuses to stop. He thrashes and miniorgasms,
gurgles, grabs the sheets, begs for mercy, gasps for air, yells,
cums again.

   "Shit!"

   She laughs. "Dance on my finger! I will make you cum more than
you want."

   "Oh fu...!" he cries as she rubs him to another jolting
miniorgasm. On the tip of her fingr she feels his prostate swell
and pump.

   After many minutes and many forced orgasms, she withdraws and
stands, pleased he is gasping. He sees what she wears and groans.
She grabs his legs, spreads them, roughly pulls him to the edge
of the bed. After lubing the dong, she bends her knees, spreads
his cheeks and presses the blunt tip onto his anus. She pushes
slowly, working into him.

   He is painfully stretched as the tip enters.

   "Oh, shit!" he says. "It's huge."

   "Oh get fucked. You've had this before. Don't be a sissy."

   "Yeah, but this morning, whatever you're doing, bloody hurts!"

   She grins sadistically as, relentless, she presses harder and
pops through. The dong slides right up into him. He gurgles
incoherently.

   This morning her need is severe, commanding. She leans
forward, arms holding his legs, heavy breasts swaying to her
movements.

   "Right," she says, "you worthless male fuckslut. This is for
me."

   She pulls back slowly then pushes in again. Repeats over and
over.

   "It hurts," he breathes.

   She laughs, "Take it, slut. I'm going to fuck you stupid.
Admit it: you like this."

   "Usually, yes, but .."

   She fucks slowly, sliding the wet tube in and out, over and
over. She pulls his legs up to her shoulders, touches her
sensitive breasts. She pushes hard, all the way in. He squeals.
She doesn't care about that, only her own pleasure matters. She
pulls almost out and pushes hard again. And again. The harder the
better.

   She savours the power she feels, the control, what she can do
to him, how she can get him to react without him taking over.

   He tries to sit up and she slaps his cock, points at him.

   His body shakes again as the dong stimulates him like her
finger had.

   She remembers the dream, is turned on again. She fucks
solidly, slaps into him, closes her eyes and remembers her vivid
dream. Her body responds with its needs. Her feelings build and
build and build. The reverse knobbled end of the dong has its
intended affect. Her breathing quickens, becomes deeper. She
moans, cries, "Uh ... uh ... uh ..." with each thrust, on and on,
minutes on end, not stopping for a long time until she shakes,
shoves into him as hard as she can and cums herself.

   He cries out, whether in agony or bliss she does not know,
does not care.

   It is release for her but it is not yet enough.

   Quickly she removes the harness and crawls on top of him.
Positioning herself, she grasps his cock, presses the tip in and
slides straight down, feeling wonderful. Given how sensitive she
already is, she almost cums again. Her legs tightly squeeze his
hips. She fucks him, grinds herself on him so her swollen
sensitive clit can feel it all. She uses him like a living dildo.

   Moments later she cries out in ecstasy as one orgasm after
another surges through her. They will not stop: she has reached
the plateau and cums in continuous crashing waves.

   Finally, after a million orgasms, after using him so
thoroughly that he complains of hurting, she commands him to cum
and he does.

   He yells and floods her with many pulses.

   Momentarily satisfied, she dismounts and sits next to him. She
rubs his still hard and wet cock, polishing the head.

   "Hey, I can't ..." he protests. "That ..."

   She smiles wickedly and says, "I'm not finished yet."

   She knows how sensitive he can be after cumming and she
decides to torture him with pleasure. Using her hand and mouth
and not stopping for his feeble protests, she soon cascades
again, due to the sheer enjoyment of what she is doing to him. It
requires no other stimulation for her.

   When he is finished, she laughs, smacks his cock and balls and
leaves, knowing that she still meet another later today and have
more fun for herself.

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If this story turned you on, made your pussy wet or cock hard, if
you came, let me know! I thrive on readers' orgasms as much as
you take mine and I love to hear readers' lust-filled details.
Let me know your own fantasies and experiences. Together we can
have so much fun! I always reply. Contact me at dean-hodgson @
hotmail.com.

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