The Sleeping Fan {John Jabbin} {MF sleep}
jjabbin@yahoo.com
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I've received some good feedback on my stories so far, 
especially some very good ideas for new stories. 
Here's another that is based on a request from a 
reader.

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The Sleeping Fan
by John Jabbin


She was asleep, just like she said she would be. She 
lay there, beautiful in repose, her skin dark and 
sultry against the white sheets. Everything was just 
as we had discussed, just as we had planned. It was 
the fulfillment of both our fantasies.

My name is John Jabbin and I write erotic stories. Her 
name is Jennifer and she said she was one of my 
biggest fans.

She had written me after I posted, "The Pharmacist." 
It had touched on her darkest desires.

"I dream of being asleep and some man comes and 
molests my body," she wrote. "He doesn't hurt me 
though. He doesn't put a mark on my body, but he does 
incredibly nasty things to me."

There on her bedstead were the pills she had written 
that she took to help her sleep. A sleeping pill and a 
very effective one with an interesting little side 
effect of associated memory loss. I checked her 
pupils; they were dilated and fixed.

I touched her face gently, stroked her high cheekbones 
with my thumb. So soft. So lovely.

From my duffel bag I pulled out the hand scanner. I 
walked around the room, checking for electronic 
recording devices. I used top of the line equipment. 
There was nothing here. Everything checked out.

Pulling the covers from her body, I saw that she had 
complied with my demands to the letter. She wore the 
black lace teddy, just as I suggested. The leg was cut 
high and it made her legs look longer, sleeker. She 
would have looked good in rags. She looked absolutely 
fantastic in the teddy!

Jennifer had e-mailed me pictures, glamour shots and 
publicity stills. She was a local entertainer in her 
city, singing at nightclubs around town.

"Normally I like to be in control," she wrote. 
"Usually I'm the sexual aggressor."

That's what made the kink all the more exciting for 
her. To surrender her control for just a time to a 
complete stranger, it was a dangerous, some would say 
stupid, thing to do. But isn't that the thrill of 
eroticism sometimes? Doing something completely crazy 
and kinky and getting away with it?

I sat next to her slumbering body and stroked the lace 
that covered her belly. She was a beautiful woman. 
Long wavy dark hair, lovely brown eyes when they were 
open and small delicate ears. But her most attractive 
facial feature was her mouth.

Jennifer had full lips. They dominated the lower half 
of her attractive face and drew the eye. Just looking 
at them now made my own lips twitch, eager to take 
her, eager to dominate that lovely mouth with my own 
and make it mine.

"Would you like me to write you a story just for you?" 
I had written her. 

She had responded excitedly, telling me some of her 
fantasies and sending more pictures. Those beautiful 
eyes stared back at me as I wrote her story. She told 
me that she wanted to recapture her youth, that life 
had begun to become too pedestrian, too predictable. I 
wrote about a younger singer, just starting out. The 
fresh bloom of her youth was plucked by a rather nasty 
bartender.

My hand went lower, caressing the lines of her jaw and 
down over her regally slim neck. It was the kind of 
neck men wanted to suck on, to nuzzle against, as they 
inhaled her scent.

My fingers traced the v-neck of the teddy, sliding my 
thick finger under the far side, fondling the soft 
flesh of her upper chest. My fair skin against her 
olive complexion thrilled me. I had to see more.

I jammed a chair underneath the knob of her locked 
bedroom door. Then I drew off my dark shirt, gloves 
and cap. I slipped off my sneakers without unlacing 
them and pulled down the black jeans, leaving me naked 
as I crawled into bed with her.

She was so small compared to me. She was barely five 
and a half feet tall and I was over six. But it was in 
weight that I dwarfed her. She was slim, with the 
womanly figure of an entertainer. I had at least a 
hundred pounds on her and most all of that was bone 
and muscle.

I lay my head on her stomach and listen to her heart's 
steady, slow beat. I heard her shallow breathing. So 
peaceful! So beautiful!

She had loved my story when I sent it to her. She 
praised it, saying how thrilling it was to see a story 
written about her. Even the parts where the bartender 
had been a little rough with her body had thrilled 
her. It was a way for her to safely lose control. She 
could imagine herself being taken, being used for a 
man's satisfaction with no thought of her own. 

I raised up again and took her firm calves in both of 
my hands. Slowly and sensuously, I spread her legs 
until I could clearly see the black snaps of the 
teddy. After I had stretched them wide enough, I slid 
my rough hands over the soft flesh of the insides of 
her legs. Then I went a little higher, all the way to 
her prominent hipbones.

"Do you trim your pubic hair?" I had written and asked 
her. "Describe the appearance of your pussy to me. 
Write to me and tell me what I would see."

I leaned forward between Jennifer's thighs and nuzzled 
the crotch of the teddy. Applying pressure with my 
nose until I could feel the snaps press into my skin, 
I inhaled her deeply. She smelled freshly bathed, with 
just the hint of the pineapple body wash I had 
commanded her to use. It was a bow to her Hawaiian 
heritage. I wanted to smell it on her, to taste it on 
her flesh.

Straining forward, I used my tongue to rope the folds 
of the teddy into my mouth and, taking it between my 
teeth, pulled gently back until the snaps came undone. 
Impatient, I pulled the flap of lacy cloth away and 
looked at my beloved. Beautiful!

"I keep my pussy hair trimmed in a bikini cut, high on 
the sides," she had written back. "My pussy lips are 
prominent and full, just like you said the lips of my 
mouth are. They are a dark, dusky gray and just 
telling you about them makes me wet."

I speared the folds of her cunt with my tongue, 
sliding it in deeply in first thrust. I tasted the 
freshness of her, but there was also the hint of her 
arousal as she had lain down to fall asleep. As my 
tongue dragged back up towards her clit, I wondered if 
she had been wet by the time the drug had taken hold 
of her. One of the side effects of the medication was 
dry mouth. I wondered if it also dried her vaginal 
juices. In any case, I had come prepared.

I licked her sweet cuntal folds. I sucked her labia 
into my mouth and grasp her thick lips between my 
teeth, biting down ever so gently. She never would 
have let me do that if she had been awake, never would 
have trusted her most precious flesh between the teeth 
of a stranger. But here I was, sucking the lips and 
gnawing tenderly on her beautiful gash.

Reluctantly rising, I stretched over her and cupped 
her full breast in my hands. They were as large and as 
soft as I had dreamed. In her photos, she had seemed 
full without looking overly-busty. I was pleased that 
the realities held true to the vision of her in my 
head.

"Tell me the color of your nipples," had been the 
first intimate question I had asked her. "In my story 
I said they were chocolate brown. Did I get it right?"

Raising her limp arms one by one, I drew down the top 
of her teddy to her waist. She had told me the truth. 
They were a deep rich brown just as she had confirmed. 
What she couldn't tell me was how delicious they 
looked, how much they made my mouth water.

I leaned over her more and took each nipple in my 
mouth in turn and circled the nub with my tongue. I 
kneaded each tit in my hand in turn, milking the soft 
firm flesh as I sucked.

"Do you exercise much to keep in shape?" I had asked. 
She had responded that, now that she was getting 
older, she had to work to fight the normal tendency of 
a woman to develop thicker thighs and buttocks as they 
age. But she grew bored with exercise. Sweets and ice 
cream sang seductively to her. She worried about her 
weight, worried about getting old in a career that 
demanded youth.

I rolled up the teddy high on her waist and lay my 
head now on her naked belly. It was flat, but softly 
feminine. I licked her stomach in broad strokes. I 
delved my tongue deep into her navel. I tongue-fucked 
her belly-button like no woman had ever allowed me to 
do before. 

She was completely mine for the taking, for the 
enjoying.

"This man that rapes you," I had inquired, "do you 
want him to cum in you? When he fucks you, and you 
know he'll have to fuck a gorgeous woman like you, do 
you want his hot cum inside your cunt?"

My cock was throbbing. I ached for her. I lavished her 
cunt with my tongue, making her slick with my saliva. 
Then I raised up, hooked her knees and drew her legs 
up to her chest, exposing her pussy fully to me. I 
eased forward until the head of my cock was against 
her vagina.

When I pushed in, I glided into her warmth. I went 
slowly because I'm a big man. She seemed so small and 
frail beneath me. As my cock entered her, she looked 
so helpless, so vulnerable. A shiver ran through my 
spine and I had to stop halfway and breathe deeply to 
keep from cuming. I panted, taking every ounce of 
self-control I had to not jam myself into her.

"What's your biggest turn-off," I had written.

"Weasels, little wimpy men that think they're hot 
shit. In my fantasies, I want to be taken by a real 
man, a big man."

Using her legs as levers, I began to slowly hump into 
her, pulling her back against me on the down stroke. 
After I got all the way in, I let her limp legs fall 
to the side and lay heavy against her. I tilted her 
head with my hands and kissed her slack mouth as I 
tenderly fucked her cunt.

Those lips, those fascinating lips bobbed slightly as 
I pumped into her. I pulled her lower lip into my 
mouth and sucked it separately. I pulled back on it 
gently; not enough to hurt my beautiful, sleeping 
girl, but just enough to stretch it as I strained my 
cock into her depths.

The combination of the texture of her lip in my mouth 
and the warmth of her pussy took me over the edge. The 
pressure that had been building within me suddenly and 
forcefully gave way and I was spraying her cunt full 
of my cum. My back ached with the pressure of it, my 
balls ached as they pumped their seed into her, and my 
urethra ached with the burning sensation of my semen 
blasting into her.

I lay on her limply for just a moment, covering her 
small body with my large frame. She was so beautiful. 
Such a lovely face. Such a wonderful body. 

I pulled out of her cum-slickened cunt and propped up 
her hips with a pillow. I wanted my sperm to stay in 
her, to coat her insides with my essence.

"When the bartender in the story raped Jennifer's 
mouth, how did it make you feel to read that?" I had 
asked her.

"It made my lips tingle," she had responded. "My teeth 
hurt thinking of how he pumped into her. But most of 
all, it made me hot. I loved it, John. I wanted it to 
be my mouth."

I leaned her lovely face to the side. My cock was only 
a little sticky. It was mostly all my sperm. Her 
vagina had never gotten very moist. Even so, I wiped 
it up and down her beautiful lips. She had worn 
lipstick just like I asked. I had tasted it before 
when I kissed her. Now I smeared it on my cock before 
I gently levered her jaw and slipped my dick into her 
mouth.

It was an uncomfortable angle. It would have been for 
both of us, but Jennifer was past caring. Even so, the 
visual image was enough for me. It was the sight of 
her mouth accepting me briefly into its warmth that 
turned me on. I didn't press in deep. I didn't bruise 
her throat with the fierce thrust I really desired. 
This was not just my fantasy. It was ours.

"What can I do with you?" I had wanted to know. "How 
far can I go?"

"Don't ask, just do whatever you need to," she had 
written back quickly. "The back door with be unlocked. 
Come at eight A.M. My husband leaves at seven."

I had turned her over and propped up her bottom with 
more pillows. Her backside was as beautiful as 
everything else. Her ass was still firm, her puckered 
hole still tight. I leaned down and kissed it, briefly 
dipping my tongue into her for a quick taste. She 
tasted just a bit bitter. She tasted wonderful.

I generously lubed up her anus and my cock. Then, 
pulling her toward me, I violated her final lovely 
orifice.

Her sphincter was tight, but I used my thumbs on 
either side to spread her gently. I eased in, gliding 
on a lubricated downhill slope into her innermost 
depths. In one gentle thrust that seemed to take 
forever, I buried my cock into Jennifer's ass.

Oh god, this was heaven! Possessing a woman's cunt and 
mouth is wonderful. Taking a sleeping woman's ass is 
much better still. It is taking complete control. It 
is the ultimate in domination. This is what she didn't 
want me to tell her about. This is what we both wanted 
most.

I was gentle with her, easing in and out tenderly. I 
was stretching her, no doubt. Her bottom would be sore 
when she woke, but it would be a tender soreness. It 
would be the one sensation that let her know how long 
I lingered. It would be my greatest gift for one of my 
biggest fans.

As the lube heated up, I pumped into her more firmly. 
Her taut ass cheeks bounced as I came against them. I 
had set a rhythm. Uncontrollably, I now increased it.

Pulling her hips back, I thrust deeper, harder. She 
was so slick, so hot. Her ass burned me, swallowed my 
cock deep into her. The sight was glorious, the 
sensations, overwhelming. Unchecked by anything but my 
lust, I bore down into her. I fucked her with abandon 
for a brief flurry of strokes. Thrusting into her hot, 
tight hole, I strained and strained and strained...

And came! hard, pulsing streams of cum! Thick, 
throbbing cock of climax! Sweet, fucking-her-buttery-
ass orgasm!

When I could think again, I eased gently out of her. I 
retrieved a towel from her bathroom and cleaned us 
both. I smeared a soothing salve on her red, angry 
pucker. I gave her bottom one last pat, one last kiss.

Then I checked her breathing and her pupils after I 
had dressed. She still slept gently, peacefully. I 
hoped her dreams had been pleasant though I've heard 
that under medication most people don't dream. 

I left her a computer-generated note.

"Dearest Jen,

"You're everything I've hoped for in a fan, luv. We 
must do this again soon. Until then, I wish you'd wear 
these black silk panties that I've brought you. I'd 
like to think of your pretty ass and cunt snug in 
something that I've bought you. Sweet dreams, my 
beauty asleep. You'll be in mine from now on.

"Warmest Regards,

"John"
