Night-Shifts
As Carrie snuggled into Alan’s chest in the dark, enjoying their post-sex cuddle, she took a deep breath and declared that she was finally ready to confess – she did have a secret fantasy that she would love him to role-play for her. He waited for her to continue.
“When you’re on your week of night-shifts every month, I would love it if you could sometimes sneak home in your meal-breaks, without telling me when you’re going to do it. I want you to creep upstairs so quietly that you don’t wake me up, pull back the duvet, pin me down, and fuck me without any warning. I don’t want any foreplay. Don’t even undress properly. Just unzip your pants and stick it in me, and don’t say a word the whole time. When you’re done, just get up and leave. That’s my fantasy. So, what do you think?”
She held her breath waiting for his reaction, as he stroked her hair thoughtfully.
“It’s kind of a rape fantasy, isn’t it?”
She shrugged. “I guess. What do you think?”
“I like it!” he declared enthusiastically. “I might not be able to get away very often, but I’ll do my best, I promise.”
After a few moments, he asked her “Aren’t I the wrong man for this fantasy?”
“What do you mean?”
“Shouldn’t it be someone else who does it?”
She laughed. “No, that would be real rape, not fantasy rape.”
“Not if you wanted it. I mean, I’m not saying you do, but I read somewhere that most women are raped by men they know, so if it was someone you know and wanted, that would still be a fantasy, and more real than if it’s me. Do you see? I’m just not sure that your fantasy will work with you knowing it’s me, which would be a shame.”
“Well, I guess that would depend on who it was. If it was Fat George from next door, then god, no!” They both laughed.
“On the other hand, if it was some gorgeous hunky man I fancy, who just happens to break into the house and rape me in the middle of the night, then that would be truly amazing. Not that there is anyone else that I fancy and want to have raping me but you, obviously,” she added quickly, blushing a little.
“You see.” She continued, “fantasy is all about pretence. I will know that it’s really you, but as long as you don’t speak I’ll be able to pretend its Fat George, and that’s what will get me off.” They laughed again, and the discussion ended there.
She smiled to herself in the darkness, relieved that he had been so positive, and squeezed him tight.
By his third consecutive night-shift later that month, Carrie was exhausted. Eager anticipation had kept her awake on both of the previous nights until it was so late it was obvious he couldn’t make it. Then she had only managed a couple of hours sleep before she had to get up for work.
It seemed like the third night would be no different, until she heard the familiar sound of the key in the front door, magnified in the silent stillness of the night. Her stomach flipped in excitement. She was already wet between her thighs, where her hand had been firmly wedged all night, more in hope than expectation, but now it was happening!
She adjusted her position to make it easy for him, lying face down and facing to her right with her back to the door, she straightened her left leg and drew her right knee up towards her chest, so he could mount her easily from behind.
She concentrated on steadying her breathing, and pretended to be asleep, so she wouldn’t spoil the fantasy.
She heard the bedroom door glide open softly, and her stomach flipped over again, as her heart thumped loudly in her ears.
She almost jumped when she felt the duvet slowly moving away, exposing her naked body. The cool night air in the room, and the thrill of anticipation, gave her goose-bumps.
She heard his zip, and the thrill sent a shiver down her spine. Then she felt his weight at the bottom of the bed and moving up towards her.
She was now so wet that she was afraid he would realise she was awake, and that would spoil it, but there was nothing she could do.
One hand touched her shoulder lightly, and another drifted gently up the inside of her thigh as he found his way around her in the darkness. Her stomach fluttered. She wanted to scream at him to hurry up and fuck her. She could barely contain herself any longer. Then she felt his hand on her shoulder, pushing her down into her pillow, unable to move. Almost immediately, she felt his manhood pushing into her. At last, at last, at last…
His thrusts were slow and gentle initially, taking care not to tear her delicate skin, but his own needs quickly took over, and his pace soon became fast and vigorous. It was all she needed to push her over the edge and she turned her face towards her pillow to muffle her moans as she came. All too soon, she was aware of him stifling his own groans as he came inside her. Then he was gone, but not before covering his ‘rape victim’ with the duvet again, so she didn’t get cold. He was so sweet.
The following evening, they talked about their first experience of her fantasy, and agreed it was so good they should do it again as often as they could. ‘Often’ turned out to be only once in every week of night-shifts as a rule, but with an occasional second treat. After the first couple of times her fantasy became complete; she found that she was drifting off to sleep normally and would be unaware of his presence until he was suddenly on top of her, holding her down and ‘violating’ her. She loved it.
Sometimes she would cum when he fucked her. On other occasions, she would finish herself off after he had gone. From time to time, she would wake up on her back with his hand clamped over her mouth. She would pretend to fight him, forcing him to use his superior strength and weight to control her while he fucked her. She always came first on those nights.
One night she woke suddenly, unsure if she had heard a noise. She listened carefully in the darkness. Nothing. She needed the bathroom, and slipped out of bed, naked. As she emerged from the bathroom she was suddenly grabbed from behind and pushed up against the wall. She cried out in shock and panic. Strong hands pulled her arms behind her back and she felt her wrists being tied together. Her attacker grabbed a handful of her hair, making her whimper again, and marched her roughly into her bedroom.
She was flung face down onto the bed, and felt a hand pressing down heavily on her pelvis. She struggled and thrashed, but he was too strong and heavy, and with her arms tied she was helpless. His legs were between hers, and she knew what was going to happen. His fingers probed roughly inside her, and she became wet, despite herself. She continued to struggle, moaning ‘no, stop, please don’t’, but he ignored her. Her strength and energy finally failed her as he withdrew his fingers and forcefully pushed himself inside her. She gasped, and surrendered to the violation, unable to stop him using her, as he thrusted into her aggressively until he was done.
He released the binding on her wrists before pulling out of her, and then he was gone. She lay still for a while, then rolled onto her back, smiling, as her fingers slowly travelled down her body to stroke herself. She sighed contentedly as she came, and drifted off to sleep.
A few weeks later, it was the last night of a series of night shifts. Alan hadn’t been able to get away at all that week, and this was their last chance for another month. She had drunk two or three glasses of wine and was deep asleep, lying on her front, when he crept in. She was suddenly aware of her face being forced down into her pillow, so that she struggled a little to breathe. His hand was on the back of her head and neck, and his legs were trapping hers. She struggled, but it was hopeless. She was instantly wet for him.
She managed to wriggle one hand down in front of her and reached her clit, just as he forced her legs apart, and probed her roughly with his fingers. His fingertips found her G-spot, rubbing firmly, and she just melted. Her whole body seemed to quiver and pulse as she orgasmed in a matter of moments. The fingers withdrew, and she lay panting, eagerly awaiting the hard cock that was about to violate her. His fingers held her soaked pussy lips apart and she felt the cock nudging between them. Suddenly, he rammed his full length into her in one violent lunge.
That was the moment she realized something was wrong; dreadfully wrong. The cock now thrusting aggressively into her was much longer and thicker than Alan’s. It was stretching her wider than ever before and slamming into her cervix every time it penetrated her. This man was not Alan. She was really being raped!
She tried to struggle, but she could barely move. She had no choice but to just lie there and let this man use her. After the initial shock, her body took over, and she realised that it was responding to the brutal fucking she was taking. She was tingling all over, and her pussy was throbbing. She could feel her own juices running out of her and couldn’t help rubbing her clit until a huge prolonged orgasm exploded through her and she cried out in ecstasy. To keep her pinned down as he continued violating her, her attacker laid down on top of her, pressing his weight onto her back, his face close behind hers. That was when she recognized him!
It was Richie, her husband’s best friend. He was a big muscular man, a fireman, and she fancied him like crazy. She always had, since before she had met Alan, but somehow, they had never got together, even though she knew he also fancied her. She often fantasised about him fucking her when she was having sex with Alan, and now he really was. He was huge, and powerful, and relentless. She was overcome with relief. Her husband would go berserk, but this was ecstasy. It was crazy. How was this happening?
He was an animal, and she loved it. He continued fucking her violently, as she began rubbing her clit frantically and cried out as she came hard again, for the third time that night, her ecstatic cries muted by her pillow.
Moments later she felt him erupting inside her in his own massive orgasm, his cum gushing out of her even before he had finished his final strokes and pulled out of her. Then he was gone.
She rolled lazily onto her back and pushed her fingers inside herself, reveling in the deliciously gooey mix of his cum and her own juices, licking it all from her fingers before drifting off into a deeply satisfied slumber. This night had been even better than her best rape fantasy and all her sex fantasies about Ritchie added together.
When she awoke next morning, Alan was asleep next to her. On her bedside cabinet was a single red rose, and a note: “Sorry I couldn’t make it last night, so I arranged for Ritchie to sort you out instead. I hope you enjoyed your surprise!! A. xx. PS. I know you’ve always fancied each other, so it’s ok x”.
When he joined her at the kitchen table a short while later, she blushed as she thanked him for her surprise.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” he replied.
“Enjoyed it? I loved it. He fucked the life out of me! I thought he was going to split me in half. He was so rough I’m sore. He’s an animal!”
“So, you wouldn’t mind him doing you again occasionally, you know, just to help me out when I can’t make it home?”
She blushed even deeper. “If you’re okay with it, then I’d be a fool to object. The thing is… and please don’t take this the wrong way, because I totally love the way we have sex together and I never want to change that, but… what he did to me last night… was just like… wow. I mean… it was totally fucking awesome.”
One month later, it was the first night of the night shift week, and Carrie was in bed, naked, and wide awake. She heard the front door open and close. Who was it? Would it be Alan or Ritchie fucking her tonight? Her heart was thumping with excitement. A few moments later, she saw Richie’s shadow appear at the foot of the bed. She pretended to be asleep. He appeared to be looking at her through the darkness. He pulled down his zip, and began masturbating, getting an erection in readiness. As he moved to her side of the bed to lift the duvet, she spoke his name, and he jumped with the shock.
She giggled. “Sorry, Richie, I didn’t mean to startle you. Before you go any further, I want to see that thing before you stick it in me, this time.”
She switched on the bedside lamp. His rampant cock was impressive, even if he did look a little ridiculous standing there fully clothed with it in his hand.
“Take your clothes off, so I can see you properly.”
He did as she asked, and he looked even more impressive. His body was solid, muscular, and chiseled, and his cock was long, thick and hard. She wanted him.
“You might as well see what you’re going to get, too,” she said, and threw back the duvet to show him her body. She watched him looking at her with an appreciative gaze.
Swinging her legs out of bed, she sat up in front of him. She reached out and curled her fingers around his cock, gently massaging it. She liked the way it felt; the hot silky skin covering the rock-hard shaft. She began masturbating him and caressed his balls. She heard his sharp intake of breath as she leaned forward and took the head of his cock between her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, then began bobbing her head, sucking on him and masturbating him vigorously. When she felt the telltale signs of his impending orgasm, she stopped abruptly, and laid down on the bed.
“Not yet, it’s my turn first. Play with my boobs and finger-fuck me.”
He launched into a full-on pleasure assault on every part of her body, using his lips and tongue as well as his fingers to eventually bring her to a shuddering clitoral orgasm. He rolled onto his back, and she quickly mounted him, riding him first in cowgirl, and then in reverse cowgirl, so that the hard head of his cock stimulated her G-spot, and she swiftly climaxed again.
She laid on her back, and lifted her knees high and wide, displaying herself shamelessly to him.
“Now,” she said, grinning at him in anticipation. “Climb on board, and fuck me like a raging bull until I tell you to cum.”
He grinned at her, and once more did as he was told. He rammed her as hard and as fast as he could, until the sweat poured from his body, and he felt like he was about to explode. She hadn’t told him to cum yet, so he slowed to a snail’s pace until he had recovered. Then he picked up the pace and force of his strokes again. He fucked her mercilessly, pounding her body with all his strength for as long as he could before slowing down and then starting again.
She felt sure he was about to crush her pelvis at any moment, or tear her insides apart. Despite being soaking wet, his cock was such a tight fit she could feel the whole of his rigid length rubbing hard against her insides, stimulating every nerve until she felt raw but electrified. She came again very loudly several times, until she could stand it no longer.
“Cum in me now!” she begged him. Gritting his teeth and summoning up every last ounce of strength and speed, he hit overdrive, hammering into her soaking wet pussy like his life depended on it, until his own orgasm hit him like a volcanic eruption, and he growled and snarled as he came and came and came in her. She remembered that first night, as his cum had flooded out of her while he was still fucking her, and it was the same again, now.
“Stop!” she managed breathlessly, and he pulled away from her, collapsing on the bed, at her side. She scooped his cum from her pussy with both hands and feasted on it like a woman possessed until she had drunk it all down, even running her fingers between the cheeks of her bottom to make sure she missed none of it. Then she licked his cock clean.
When they had both recovered, he simply got dressed and went home. She quickly showered and went back to bed, grinning happily over the pounding she had just taken. She had just settled down and began to drift off when she heard the front door. I bet he dropped his wallet or something, she thought, and waited for him to re-appear.
Instead, the door pushed open very slowly, and in the darkness, she heard the sound of a zipper and the rustling of clothing. It was Alan! She pretended to be asleep, as she laid on her back. He gently climbed onto the bed, lifted her arms over her head, and pinned her to her pillow by her wrists. Holding her down with one hand, he gently eased her thighs apart, climbed in between them, and mounted her. Holding her down, he fucked her with deep, rapid thrusts. She felt sore, but it was still enjoyable. She moaned and struggled, whispering ‘no, no’ grinding her hips up against him as she thrashed her legs about and squirmed, supposedly trying to escape. He held her down and fucked her harder. ‘Please don’t, please stop’, she begged him, but he ignore her and continued thrusting into her. She whimpered softly as she came yet again, and then relaxed. Lying still, she waited for him to finish himself off inside her. Then he quietly crept away into the darkness.
Did Alan know Ritchie had fucked her earlier? She decided not to ask. Two men in one night! Well, that was a first, but hopefully not the last…
