I mentioned in my other posts that my boyfriend and I have an arrangement: he gets a pass to fuck me whenever he wants. I would get a heads up for him in order to get my pussy wet, and then just spread my legs and let him enjoy!! It’s been amazing so far, and some of our best sex came from that arrangement.

It’s also been a huge help for his mental health, as his job is high-paying, high-performing and stresses him out like mad. Well, I’m more than happy to be his personal whore and take away from of that load… emotional and physical 😉

However, we do have one tiny logistical problem: our schedules don’t always align. So, he asked me a week ago if he could wake me up to fuck me and dump his cum into me, shall the need arise, without giving me a heads up sometimes. This was a massive turn on for me, so naturally, I agreed.

Well, it finally happened!!

Yesterday, I was sleeping when I felt his body tower over me, undressing me, his mouth on my breasts and his hands pushing my legs apart. He was trying to get me wet while I was still sleeping, but the realization of what he was doing got me drenched almost right away.

“Hmm, someone’s needy.” I said, playfully.

We’re usually so flirty with each other. Our tone is light, loving and just overall fun.

But this was one of the rare times he was looking at me with a lustful, serious gaze. The kind of look that made it obvious that I was about to be absolutely used by him, mercilessly, until my pussy was nothing more than a cumdumpster for him. And boy was I excited.

“I need to feel like a man right now.” He said, his voice low. “I need to feel your body and your curves. I need to hear your desire for me in your voice. I need to feel how open you are to me.”

It was so raw, so genuine… So intimately sexy. It hit me directly in my belly, creating an insatiable desire for him and for fulfilling that very purpose. My legs spread wider instinctively and I opened my arms up to him, pulling him close and kissing him.

“You can have all of me.” I said, overwhelmed. “You’re my man, and I’m your woman. Your slut.”

He moaned a satisfied moan, grabbed me by the hips and pushed his cock inside me. I grabbed onto his shoulders and submissively let him pound me, making sure he knew that his pleasure was the only thing that mattered to me:

“My pussy is made to take your cock.”

“Use my body for comfort as much as you’d like.”

“Make a mess out of my pussy. It’s yours.”

“I’m a whore for your cum. I’m a whore for you.”

“You’re so sexy… I would spread my legs to you everyday if you asked, even if it was just to be a hole for you to cum.”

He didn’t last too long, and in my fatigue, aroused state, I was spewing out so many nasty things that I found myself cumming on his dick in under a minute. There was no kissing. No caressing. Just him letting his hands roam on my body, groping me roughly around my more feminine areas, and ruthlessly pounding my pussy like it was his property.

When he finally came, he pinned me down and moaned a deep, animalistic moan. I was overflowing with his cum and left in a blissful trance.

I love being his comfort whore. I love making him feel like a man. <3