Wake Up

This was a story that I wrote for a friend of mine. He messaged me one morning with a gif similar to this and it was the inspiration! Please feel free to let me know what you think. I would like to write more in the future! ---

The electronic ring chimed three times, four, five times. After the fifth, the stock voice that all phone companies used was heard letting Dan know that whoever he was trying to reach wasn't answering. He moved the phone away from his ear. The screen woke up, as new phones do, and he pressed the red hang-up button before the female voice could finish her spiel about how to leave a message. He looked at the screen. It had defaulted back to the call screen with Steph's name still selected with a green "Call" button.

He went back to the home screen -- to the messages -- and opened the thread with Steph. Their conversation the night before had continued later than normal. She'd been up late, which wasn't necessarily odd, just uncommon. There was the message about how she didn't have to work as early, the message about wanting him, the picture of her naked ass peaking over the covers in her bed. Not too long after that, she'd stopped messaging. No doubt having fallen asleep. Then, the three unanswered texts that Dan had sent this morning. They hadn't been the desperate type of messages sent within minutes of each other but rather spread over the past 2 hours.

Dan turned the screen off and tucked the phone back into its home in his inside jacket pocket. Through his window he had a perfect view of Steph's house, only yards away from the street parking spot he'd pulled into before trying to call her one more time. He smiled to himself and slightly shook his head. For a moment, the thought occurred to him that she might have done this on purpose. She knew him well enough to know that whenever she planted the seed to turn him on, she better follow through. But the thought quickly dissipated. She'd been drinking the night before. The combination of alcohol and a later bedtime was a recipe for her ghosting.

He exited his vehicle and took the few short steps across the quiet street and to Steph's walkway. The morning was crisp, and the normally well-kempt walk was a mess with discarded and discolored shoveled snow. He took the 3 steps and set his foot down gently once he hit the painted wood of the porch. If she was still sleeping, there was no cause to startle her awake with the thud of heavy treads.

From his pocket, Dan retrieved his set of keys, thumbing through the assortment until he found a pink house key. He flipped the key over between his fingers, the flash of "S.C." scrawled in sharpie on one side a hastily scrawled "slave" written on the other. Another small shake of his head.

Dan took 3 quiet steps to the door and gently slid the key into the keyhole. He opened the door, stepped inside, and softly closed the door behind him with two hands. Using the toe of one boot, he stepped out of the other -- repeating the same motion with the other. He knelt and moved his boots over the small rug by the door next to a pair of uggs and pair of purple snow boots.

She was asleep. The house was quiet. None of the typical sounds were present. Steph almost always had music playing, even if it was just quietly in the background. The light under her microwave always on. He'd see her get out of bed and religiously turn that light on before doing anything else. But not this morning. The biggest clue, however, was no smell of coffee. The woman was an early bird, and he suspected that it was in no small part to the amount of caffeine she put into her body throughout the entire day.

The counters were clean, a small pile off dishes leaned up against each other on a drying pad next to the sink. A half-empty bottle of amber liquid had been left on the corner of the small four-person table in the kitchen. The table was how he'd last seen it. The light blue tablecloth, the braided napkin holder placed neatly in the center. Dan reached out and tilted the bottle, inspecting and trying to gauge how much she'd had the night before. Had she consumed most of it last night? Or was this the kind of bottle that she'd nurse for a few weeks.

He padded his way through the kitchen, through the living room, and continued down the hall. Her bedroom was the last room at the end of the hallway. He reached out and grabbed the doorknob with his left hand, but didn't turn it. He leaned his left shoulder against the door and moved his ear close. Besides the sound a fan, no sound was coming from the bedroom. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, again, smiling to himself.

He eased the door open as quietly as possible, noting that to his surprise, the door didn't make so much as a squeak as it opened. A quick glance told him that she was, in fact, still asleep. He opened the door enough to let himself in and closed the door behind him just as quietly. Her room was always so tidy. Infuriatingly so. She was the kind of girl who made her bed as soon as she got out of it. There wasn't any discarded clothing aside from a pair of panties next to bed. Likely the pair that she'd stripped out of to send him the picture the night before. She'd gone to bed with a blanket and comforter, but had, evidently, discarded the comforter in the night. It bunched at the foot of the bed, having been unconsciously moved away. The light pink sheets splayed over her back, and he could see curve of her ass.

The sight was just enough to put him over the edge, a feeling he'd only just fought off since leaving his house. He could feel his cock growing in his boxers. He undid his belt and button and eased his pants to the floor, stepping out of them. He reached down and weaved his cock through the opening in his boxer shorts, letting himself continue to grow. He could hear her soft breathing, see the whisps of brown hair covering the side of her face gently move with the exhales.

He looked at her dresser in the corner of the room and stepped to it. The top right drawer -- that's where she kept everything he'd need. He quietly slid the drawer out and visually riffled through its contents. He soon found what he had been looking for. A small bottle, maybe five inches in length, clear, with a push-top cap. He retrieved the bottle, making sure to close the drawer, and crept back to the foot of the bed. His cock was now rigid, a bounce at the thought of what was to come.

He reached out with a hand and grabbed a fist full of the sheet and slowly, cautiously, pulled it toward him. He moved slower than he wanted but waking her up might ruin the fun. The downward movement revealed her back, then the dimples just above her ass. He continued to pull, further down her soft body. Her ass was now exposed, and her soft cock and balls slightly pushed back between her and the bed. He continued until the bulk of sheet was piled up around her feet. He marveled at her sleeping form. Jesus, the sheer amount of leg was incredible. She was a tall woman -- but thin and soft.

He put his hand around his cock, rigid with excitement and anticipation. With a click, his thumb opened the top of the bottle, and he squirted a sizable glob of the lube into the palm on his hand and set the bottle on the floor. Using his hand, he coated his thick cock with the lubrication, gliding his slick hand from tip to base.

As quietly and as gently as he could, he climbed up onto the bed, placing a knee on either side of Steph's sleeping form. He inched his was along, watching and listening, sure to not make any sudden moves. After what felt like an hour, he'd wormed his way to where he wanted to be. He looked down to judge his placement. His balls were directly above where he would imagine her ass hole would be. Perfect.

He reached out with his left hand placed the palm on her right ass cheek, while using his right hand to guide the head of his cock down. His palm separated her ass just enough to see her puckered hole in the dim light of the room, and his aim was true with his right. Decisive. Firm. Quick. His cock head found her hole and pushed its entirety into the tight ring in a smooth movement. She let out a sharp, quick gasp -- followed by a guttural catch in the back of her throat. He moved his left hand from her ass and twisted a fistful of her hair into his hand and pressed her head into the pillow. With his weight now surer, he pressed the length of his cock into her.

He could see her blinking, desperately trying to gather her surprise -- and failing. The hangover, the rude awakening, the shock of the invader -- it left her speechless.

He did what he'd come to do. He pulled his cock back out to the tip and rammed it home again. He didn't go easy on her. He started fucking her ass with everything he had. All the pent-up excitement from the night before into the morning was expressed in sheer, raw, animalistic fucking. She let out sharp little gasps. He could see her hands grabbing and clawing at the edge of the bed. It only fueled his desire. Her ass gripped back. He looked down and could see a small glistening spot at the top of her cock below him.

He wouldn't last much longer, and there was no reason to make this last forever. He brought his right hand down hard on her ass cheek -- knowing it would leave a mark long after he'd left. He fucked hard and long and felt his orgasm coming. He opened his hand that was holding her hair and pressed the palm of his hand into her head against the pillow. He buried his cock in deep and came with so much force he could help but imagine the cum would shoot out past his cock. His jolting thrusts pushed the cum in as deep as he could, and he rode his orgasm until all he could hear was his own deep and ragged breathing.

After a full minute, he leaded down and placed a kiss on the center of her back. He slid himself out of her, noticing the flood of cum that trailed out of her gaping hole, down to her still soft cock. That sight alone might have been enough to encourage him to stay to empty another load, but he knew he needed to get to work. He took a step back to admire his work. She still laid there on her stomach, but he could see she was now breathing heavily. The bright pink handprint perfectly showed on her ass. He stepped over to the side of the bed and retrieved the discarded panties from the floor. He wiped the soft black cotton of the bikinis across his cock and cleaned the lube from it as best he could. He tossed the panties playfully on the bed next to Steph and whispered, "Thanks! Text me when you wake up. Love you."

On his way through the kitchen he reached into the other pocket of his jacket and retrieved two packs of Pokémon cards, and a note, from where he'd stashed them. He placed them next to the bottle of liquor and let himself out, locking the door behind him.

"Thanks for the fuck -- I'll see you tonight. Love, D"