Nightmarishly Real

At 2am, right after I turned off the lights to my hotel room, a gentle knock sent me scurrying back to answer it. Standing in front of me was Bernice, one of the dancers participating in this year’s exchange program, in an oversized white t-shirt and what I assumed was shorts underneath.

‘What’s wrong?’, I asked, since she should be asleep by the 10pm lights-out timing we all decided on. Taking a peep into my room, she drew a deep breath before answering.

‘Mr. Tay.. he’s in my room.’

‘What’s he doing there?’

‘Umm.. with Carlyn? He’s.. ‘

Fuck. I wish I didn’t understand what she meant. That poor girl has been waiting for him since an hour ago, loitering around in that provocative outfit. I immediately invited her in while I made calls (to Tay) that went unanswered though I could hear him silencing the ringtone.

‘Why don’t you sleep first? I’ll make other arrangements.’

‘Mr. Yeo! Don’t! I don’t want Carlyn to get into trouble.’

Fuck.

I wish I didn’t understand what she meant. That poor girl has been waiting for him since an hour ago, loitering around in that provocative outfit. I immediately invited her in while I made calls (to Tay) that went unanswered though I could hear him silencing the ringtone.

‘Why don’t you sleep first? I’ll make other arrangements.’

‘Mr. Yeo! Don’t! I don’t want Carlyn to get into trouble.’

Neither do I want to get Tay into anything irreversible. I couldn’t think of any way out except to tuck Bernice into bed first, while I sat on the other end too afraid to ‘sleep’ in the same bed.

No matter how hard I try to stay awake, the long day has gotten too much out of me to come up with a solution.

‘Mr. Yeo. You can just sleep on the other side.’

Her offer sounded so good that I simply fell onto the pillow, while letting tiredness drive me further from any worrying consequences. In a way, it worked – for a short time.

I didn’t know how it started but when I found myself waking to a still-dark window, it was the warm, moist environment surrounding my cock that jolted me up.

‘BERN NO!’

(She replied calmly) ‘Shhh.. Mr. Yeo, if you stop me, I’ll tell everyone.’

That slim-bodied, waist-length-haired, scantily-dressed girl, had fearlessly threw me a threat I dare not challenge. It was no longer just ‘getting myself into trouble’, it’s the hint of salvation I might have IF I let her do what she wanted.

Falling back into bed, my toes curled up as she shoved her face into my pubes, choking herself deep down her throat. I was sure I could sense her ‘smiling’.

As she slowed her blowjob to a stop, her approaching hips to my head area signaled a change of ‘activity’.

‘Can you eat me out? I want to know how it feels. Not that you have a choice though.’

A knee went over my head and I came face to ‘face’ with a youthful-looking, trimmed-of-any-sparse-pubes pussy, for me to dine on. With her help lowering herself over my mouth, I wasted no time to stick my tongue out, flicking whichever areas that came in contact with it.

That was exactly what she needed to start moaning in the most innocent, higher-pitched tone I felt so guilty of causing. Each second that I spent flicking and sucking on her pussy, she got wetter and wetter.

All of a sudden, she pushed herself upright and used her fingers to rub on her clit (above my face), until she climaxed, and let her juices stream into my mouth.

‘Does it taste good?’

‘It’s alright.’

‘Whew!’

A short two-minute break later, she returned to the bed and asked me to get up. ‘Fuck me’, were the words that made me froze for a few more seconds. Her impatience had guided my cock to her pussy, completely unobstructed when she did a split for my ‘convenience’.

‘Bernice.. are you sure you want me to do that? Cause I think that’s something you.. ‘

‘I’ve already lost it.’

‘To who?’

‘Put it inside me first. You can tell that my hymen’s not there.’

The painful tug of my manhood quickly led me to where she wanted, into where I shouldn’t, and reaching where she had to cover her mouth so her screams wouldn’t be heard.

‘To you.’

Fuck, for the third time. I was literally too deep to get out of this anymore. It was anger, rage, frustration, that got me pumping my hips at this spiteful little girl, waiting to be owned by a dick belonging to a man two times older than her.

My thoughts, morals, principles, went out of the window at the same time I pinned her belly down and rammed my cock into her narrow slit. It felt so wrong that it felt right.

I was fucking a girl half my age, with twice my libido.

While she was getting closer to her first penetrative, sexual orgasm, I was hurting so badly in my nether. There was simply no urge to cum in that tiny gap!

‘fuck fuck fuck.. I’m coming!’

She whispered those words repeatedly as her eyes rolled white under me, trapping me painfully in her constricting pussy. A few more seconds later, she began shaking uncontrollably in bed. Given how quick-witted I was, I took that chance to slowly inch myself out of her.

‘DON’T EVEN!’

Fuck, for the umpteenth time. She sobered up with a spiteful look and made me roll ourselves over. Bernice, became the cowgirl riding me to my first, organ-destroying orgasm.

Grinding back and forth non-stop, she got busy rubbing her clit as she fucked me. In that time, her vagina had stretched to a fitting comfort, properly delivering the sensation I didn’t knew was possible.

My mind, was getting fucked out of me slowly, like my vision.

(I cried out weakly) ‘Bern.. cumming please.. I’m going to shoot.’

On deaf ears that warning fell, as she increased her speed in both her hips, and fingers (on her clit). There was no tension, as I let myself ‘go’ inside her.

She was just so satisfied when I filled her to the brim where excess was getting pushed out.

That was the end, I figured, for both my career, life and future.

‘Mr. Yeo? MR. YEO!’

I opened my eyes to the blinding sunlight glaring through the half-opened curtains, spotting the familiar feminine silhouette sitting upright with one shoulder exposed. She was staring blankly at her fingers.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘I woke up damn wet.. and your.. is up too.’

‘My what?’

I flipped the thick blanket open to see an erection harder than any I’ve had before, without the shorts I slept in last night.

‘Can I touch it?’

‘Sure. Didn’t you already.. Ahhh!’

Her stroking hand had immediately brought all the memories back from last night, in the exact same fashion.

‘Didn’t I already what?’

‘Touched me?’

‘Huh? I just woke up, a few minutes before you.’

Was it just.. a wet dream? And I’m the one to cause my own demise now? That gleeful look on her face? She’s still jerking me off!

Fuck.

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