I had every right to be tired.

My Fitbit was more than happy to note that I had gotten in 352 “zone minutes,” where my heart was beating faster than normal. Knowing that I was with two different naked women for those zones was pleasing to me.

Every muscle in my body ached, every ounce of energy drained. My eyes were heavy and my spirit content.

I was laying naked in bed with a gorgeous human being, with wide hips, round tits, an ass worth making art of and an adorable face. She was equally drained, and her sleeping pill was already starting to pull her under.

“I’ll record a video if you want,” she said. “Seriously, anything that you want to do to me while I’m asleep, I fully consent to it.”

I was tired. I was sore. I was drained. And I really wanted nothing more than to stay awake until she passed out completely.

I tried.

I struggled to keep my eyes open. But it all hit me at once. The travel. Tying up a slut for lunch. Saying goodbye to the slut’s easy-to-use pussy, and meeting up with one of the most difficult-to-use pussies in my life. Struggling for four hours against this pretty asexual. Stroking my cock next to her face to tease her.

It wasn’t going to be hard cumming.

I just need to stay … awake.

I was awake.

The room had changed. She was still next to me, but soundly asleep. I was awake, but rested?

I had to check my watch. I was asleep for two hours, but couldn’t remember even a fraction of a dream. I literally closed my eyes, and then opened them. But now with two hours of rest in my body.

I wasn’t sure how much energy I had in my body, though. Enough to get hard. Enough to cum. But enough to fuck?

And if she woke up and tried to struggle, going back to the Doorknob Game, could I actually finish this time.

I could cum. I knew that.

I could cum over her tits and take some pictures of that, to torment her in the morning.

Stroking my cock next to her, I got hard extremely fast.

I tugged her covers down halfway, exposing her tits.

She let out a soft moan, which faded into a mumble. I kept pulling the covers. Slowly. Inch by inch. Exposing more and more of her body.

She didn't make a sound.

It was too easy.

I started to rub my cock against her thigh. When she was conscious, this made her body go stiff in a primal terror, deep genetic coding making her dislike penis in general. Asleep, she didn’t even flinch.

Leaning closer, I started to trace small circles around her nipple with my tongue. The nipple initially reacted, stiffening to my touch. But her breathing remained steady. I wrapped my lips around the hard nipple and sucked. She let out a soft moan.

That moan.

I wasn’t going to cum on her. I was going to cum. I was going to fuck her tight little pussy until I came. She was mine to use.

She only lightly groaned when I started to move her legs, spreading them wider and wider. But still, she slept. I had the condom in my hand, and I got on my knees between her spread legs, licking her pussy lips.

It was amusing seeing how different her body reacted. When she was flooded with fear and adrenaline and fighting me, her pussy was soaking wet and loose. It was like she was born to be prey, with a self-defense mechanism of just making it easier for her to be fucked so that it didn’t hurt her.

In her calm, unconscious state, her pussy was a lot tighter, and not nearly as wet. I took my time, enjoying her little moans, wondering how I was changing her dreams.

I was going to fuck her.

After all that effort and struggle and play, I was going to win. The sense of victory surged through me as I put a condom on and started to guide my cock into her tight little pussy.

She wasn’t the first person I’ve started fucking while they slept. And given how women with this kink keep finding me, she’s not going to be the last. And what happens next is exactly what I expected to happen.

The moment my cock started to push inside of her, her eyes started to open and she started to take in the situation.

Most of the time, the woman I’m with gets a sense of fear. Stranger danger, an unfamiliar situation, not quite recognizing me immediately. It’s fun to play around with that fear, akin to taking on the toughest roller coaster of a theme park.

She didn’t seem afraid. Maybe I had drained that out of her already. She grumbled. She started to squeeze her legs shut. There wasn’t enough force there to move my body, but when she flexed, she did manage to push my cock out of her.

“Thanks for playing,” she said.

She thought she had won.

That was a mistake. Her snark poked my brat-taming urge to put her in her place. And right now, her place was to be folded in half with my hand over her mouth and my cock inside of her.

“You really need to shut your dumb little mouth,” I said.

It sounded really tough and extreme, and she realized she was getting fucked and couldn’t stop it without her legs. Of course, in the back of my head, I’m thinking I need to get my hand off of her mouth in case she needs to say a safeword. So I opted to grab her hair tight and fuck her.

Given all the build-up, I didn’t bother trying to last forever. I just let loose, fucking her tight little cunt until I cummed.

I don’t know where that energy came from, and as soon as I finished, I felt all the exhaustion of the day hit me hard.

I took a moment to tuck her back in, pulling her covers back up. She immediately passed back out into a pill-induced slumber.

I did my post-sex routines of throwing out the condom, cleaning up my cock and taking a piss. The condom was almost comical with how much jizz was inside of it.

Again, it was easy to sleep. I really deserved to be tired.

Four hours later, I snapped awake again. This was more of a body habit of waking up around 7 a.m. I didn’t need to be awake, but I was. My entire body felt bruised and stiff, and my cock wasn’t even remotely interested in waking up.

I started to think about her pussy. More out of curiosity than horniness. I’m a cis het man, and am used to cis het women being attracted to me. I’ve played with a lot of other women and femme types on the Kinsey Scale, with some ranking around a 5.9.

But she was basically off the scale. Nothing on anyone’s physical body aroused her, so I was curious to how she’d react to my touch, if it was gentle.

I pulled the covers off again and started to play with her pussy. Just my tongue, and a little bit of my fingers. She started to get wet and moaned as she woke up.

“Don’t you ever sleep?” she grumbled.

As I started to push one finger inside of her, I proved her hypothesis: her body absolutely reacts differently when she’s struggling. When I had her pinned down and fighting, she was able to fit four fingers inside of.

Without the struggle, it was intensely uncomfortable for her, to the point that I immediately stopped fingering her and just gave her some gentle kisses and licks.

There was a bit more sleep, and then when we finally woke up fully, we started to discuss the night. While she remembered the oral play, she initially thought I was lying about having fucked her.

Oddly, this is not the first time I’ve had sleeping pills delete memories of a CNC scene, which both amused and annoyed me, as I didn’t set up a camera for this one.

I pointed out that the condom was still in the trash.

She bolted to the bathroom, and I could hear her go from, “No way,” to having an existential crisis of having so much cum on her hands.

After she washed her hands, we started to retrace what happened. She slowly remembered her legs being on my shoulders. I joked about her being awake and throwing that, “Thanks for playing” line at me, and some realization kicked in. She could remember all the lead-up to it, but blacked out on the rest.

We took a moment to make sure she was OK with this, as that can be traumatizing. But it also can be pretty hot, and she was happy to have gotten something that she wanted.

And I got something that I really wanted - I fucked her.