Ever since I can remember, I've fantasized about being taken advantage of while I slept.
I grew up quite religious and I think that this fantasy allowed a sense of freedom, an ability to enjoy sex, without being at all responsible for what was happening to my body.
This fantasy is a difficult one to make happen for a few reasons. First of all, you could ask someone to take advantage of you while you pretend to sleep, but that doesn't feel authentic. They would know you were awake and wouldn't take advantage of you the way they would if you were actually passed out. You could have someone drug you and take advantage, but then you don't get to remember it. It could be filmed and you could watch it after the fact, but you still wouldn't get to feel it happening.
I've thought about it a lot for a long time and I finally got an opportunity to do something about it.
I was out drinking with my friends and it was one of those nights where you start at one bar, move on to the next, are pretty messed up by the third and then end up at some house party until the wee small hours of the morning. On this particular occasion, I hosted the house party at my place. All night long there was this guy who was a total tagalong. He was obnoxious, but we couldn't shake him. There was another guy that I thought was cute, and we had been flirting all night. About 3 A.M. he had to head home due to an early morning the next day. I was pretty bummed since I had been putting all my eggs in one basket and would now be sleeping alone.
I took stock of my apartment. There were some people making out here and there and a few people still drinking and chilling on the porch. I joined the porch drinkers, and much to my chagrin, Mr. Tagalong was instantly at my side. He was offering me more to drink (of my own alcohol), putting his hand on my ass, and he was not getting any of my "Leave me alone!!" hints. I was getting pretty exasperated and the thought crossed my mind that this was the kind of guy who probably wouldn't even stop coming on to me even if I was passed out.
It was such a random thought, but it completely opened up Pandora's (and my) box. I was just drunk enough to only be able to think of the positive that could happen if I allowed this guy to molest me. I couldn't get the idea out of my head and I slowly started to let the tide change. I started acting sleepy, and way more drunk. I kept telling him that I wanted him to leave and that I didn't want him staying. I drunkenly stated that I was too drunk to do anything and I needed to go to bed. I wibbled and wobbled around a bit saying goodbye to everyone as they went home.
He was the last one there and by then he had to of thought I was a prime target. No one was left to stop him and I was clearly wasted. He said he had to use the restroom and I told him that was fine, but I was going to bed. I told him he could let himself out. He tried to kiss me and I pushed him away. I told him no way.
I went to my bedroom, turned off the lights, got naked, got in bed, pulled up my sheet, and waited.
About 10 minutes later, I heard the door open. I kept my eyes closed and my breathing even. I heard him whispering under his breath things like "shit" and "I can't believe this". He sat on the edge of my bed. He ran his hands over my feet. I stayed still.
He slowly pulled the sheet down, revealing my breasts. He stopped moving and waited for a minute. I felt his fingers graze my hard nipples. He touched them softly, almost reverently. Slowly his caresses became firmer. He squeezed first my nipples and then my whole breasts. His touch was turning me on almost as much as the game. He started licking and sucking my nipples and I couldn't help the moan that escaped my throat. He instantly jumped back. I rolled around a bit, continuing to feign sleep, as the sheet moved down to my hips.
He waited a few moments before pulling the sheet off completely. He lightly fingered my shaven pussy. He stepped back and I heard him lower his zipper, shimmy out of his jeans, and remove his shirt. He then knelt at the end of the bed. He very carefully spread my legs, leaned down, and sniffed my cunt. He sat back up and then started lightly tapping the insides of my thighs.
"Hey" he whispered.
"Hey! Are you awake?" he asked quietly while tapping my thighs.
I stayed still.
He leaned down and started lapping at my pussy. He licked all over my lips, my creases, and inside of me. I had never had someone lick me so enthusiastically. He stuck his tongue inside of me and swirled it around. He then started biting my lips while he put a finger inside of me. He quickly added a second and then a third finger, seemingly trying to find my capacity as quickly as possible.
"This is so fucking hot." I heard him say. I silently agreed.
He got off the bed and stood above me.
He spit on my tits. He spit on my tits three times. He rubbed the spit into my tits like lotion. He started rubbing his cock on my nipples then pushing his cock into the flesh of my breasts.
He moved up and started rubbing his dick all over my face. He rubbed it over my lips, across my cheek, and even lightly poked it into my eye. He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled my head sideways. He pushed his fingers between my lips and opened my mouth. He pushed his dick in and started fucking my slack mouth. I didn't tighten my lips and I let the drool run out of the side of my mouth as he continued to fuck my face.
"I can't fucking believe this." he said, stepping away from me. I heard him wrestling with his clothes on the floor and I thought maybe he was getting a condom to fuck me. I waited for what felt like forever. It was killing me. I wanted to open my eyes so badly.
*Flash*
He was taking pictures. He had been getting his phone, not a condom.
