Other People's Beds

I knew right away it was not my bed.

The sunlight was streaming in all wrong. The bedside table was too neat - everything in place. The bed was too big - king sized in fact. There was also a big heavy arm cradling me, holding me close to an equally big and warm male body.

Images flooding my mind... images from the night before... that same arm - but wrapped tightly around my stomach pulling me back firmly onto that same big warm thrusting body.... hot growled whispers in my ear... me whimpering out words I've never said out loud... pushing back my body in ways I've only done in my dreams...

Fuck this... I need to get out of here!

I shake my head; I had only agreed to this for a few hours - not an entire night! I needed to be at lunch in an hour convincing my Mum I was getting over my girlfriend leaving me - not this!

I shifted as best I could, trying not to wake the man next to me. Lifting off the arm with first one then two hands as I slid under it - the weight of it almost too much. I let my eyes linger a little too long on its size and chiselled shape, the owner must spend too much time in the gym.

I swing my feet off the bed and stand up - completely naked. My body marked all over from last night's attention, sore in places and glowing in others. I stretch out the soreness and feel other aches in other more intimate places that I don't want to think about. The naked body responsible for all of this lies sprawled on the bed, the broad back and thick arms splayed wide, a sheet covering the midriff. He looks young, at least my age but somehow the word Daddy rings out in my head, too many memories of obeying him - doing things I should not have.

For fuck's sake, concentrate!

I shake myself off again and bend, picking up a discarded gossamer white stocking, taking a few steps and picking up its twin - I roll them out, going over a checklist in my head of all the things I need to find. Heels, Skirt, Top, Panties. I pick up each in turn... and stop.

Panties, where the fuck are they?

I move to the living room which is big and expansive, and I step around it, looking for the sheer pink panties I had worn just a few hours ago. My eyes widen as I take in details I missed from last night. Quite a comfortable and expensive looking apartment - big L-shaped sofa, big-assed flat screen TV, large stone benchtop...

Oh...

I'm being lifted... giggling... laughing.... big warm hands around my waist... placed on the benchtop in my heels... a smiling face looks up at me and urges me on... My thumbs are tugging at the panties... my bottom pushing back towards the smile... feeling cool air on my buttocks as I bare them.

The microwave!

I skip forward and grab the pink garment off the top, my collection complete.

Finally! I think with a little yelp. Opening the door to the bathroom I rush inside and grab my bag that's lying in the corner and start stuffing the items inside. Pulling out my boy jeans and T-shirt in the process. The bathroom is also impressive, a large stone vanity and sink, a mirror that runs the full width of the room. I stand for a moment naked, twisting and turning under the luxurious glow of the downlights. The warm ache between my buttocks makes me turn around trying to see what's going on down there.

I tilt my hips to one side, stand on tiptoe and look back, pulling one cheek upwards as I try to get a good look at the pink slightly sore opening. The mirror is not quite low enough as I crane my head and gently reach down to touch the spot.

A low growling voice in my ear... sharper, rougher and more commanding than he's used all night... my fingers tug my buttocks open... feeling muscles stretching open... the heavy weight of his body pinning me to the bed... the sharp fullness of his cock pushing deep... the voice changing... becoming soothing and gentle... as its owner sinks into heated folds...

"Fuck," I whisper to myself as I feel the finger press against the soreness.

I really should get out of here, before he wakes up and...

"Holy shit, now that's a sight to wake up to!" I hear the smile in his voice as he calls out from the doorway. The big hulking frame leaning in, a cheeky smile on his face.

I can't help but smile back. He has one of those unassuming, easy going smiles that make you sign up to the premium package or get the extended warranty.

The body helps too, wide shoulders, thick arms, a taut stomach sloping into a thick 8 inch cock, that's currently semi hard and swinging just a little aggressively as he steps towards me.

"Did I hurt you?" He says with another lazy smile, fingers lightly brushing the tangled hair from my face, his palm on my cheek caressing lightly as I look up at him and nod slowly.

"Just a little... I was checking." I mumble back.

At almost 6 feet tall I'm not used to staring up at people, but he had a few inches on me and even a few inches can feel very intoxicating especially since he spent all of last night stretching open my most intimate areas. I stepped back a little as our bodies touched but he just turned away and started adjusting things on the bathroom vanity - moving soap and toothpaste holders to the corner of the counter.

"Your big ass mirror is not tall enough though." I laugh watching him, clearing a space on the right-hand side of the counter in front of the mirror.

"I know," he says in a low voice and turns to me, and those big arms go around me again, lifting me easily and turning me. I yelp with surprise clutching my arms around his neck as I'm lifted and my feet and knees are placed on the vanity, my bottom facing the mirror.

"Hey... woah... I..." half laughing half shrieking as I feel my knees slide on the smooth stone surface. My feet smack the mirror as I try to find enough space to balance myself, but it's a tight fit and my knees go over the edge. I cling to him for support, arms wrapped tight around his neck.

"I'm going to fall! Stop!" I yell again, this time a little panicky, crying out as the sharp stone edge bites into my knee making me sob.

"Shh... relax." He says in a low calming voice. "Relax, little princess." His voice is in my ear, soothing and just a little teasing.

"Daddy's got you, just hold on to me tight."

I go quiet, there's that tone in his voice again, commanding and gentle at the same time. My arms cling to his neck, holding on as tightly as I can. The arms under me are big and solid, and it feels easy to relax and lean into them - taking the pressure off my twisting knees and feet.

"That's it, little princess. Now let your knees open up so there's more space and watch out for the sink."

I look back moving slowly and letting my knees slide wider apart, legs and thighs at an angle finding space on the solid stone shelf. He eases me backwards until my heels and toes press flush against the mirror - more than two shoulder widths apart now.

"That's much better, isn't it?" he says in a low approving tone.

I just look back silently; the position is now much more stable but my buttocks are now spread wide and pushed right up against the mirror. The bright lights of the bathroom bathing over the sore pink flesh. I bite down on my lip and don't even need to look up to know he is grinning from ear to ear.

"Except maybe not," his arms shift back and forth adjusting my position and staring at the reflection. "I think you should reach back and pull those perfect little cheeks open - just to make sure," he says.

His breath is in my ear, his warm scent mixed with last night's aftershave is too much to bear and I slowly let go of his neck and reach both hands back, balancing completely in his arms now and feeling just a little vulnerable in this position.

His chest rumbles slightly as I feel and hear a low growl escape him as my fingers pull wide, buttocks opening, sore pink folds parting. My heart thuds against his chest, excitement building in my belly and spreading lower with a warm glow, reaching my stiffening little cock. I can't bear imagine the view I must be giving him as I shift my face and look down for his own reaction, his cock is standing erect and swollen, pulsing lazily.

"F... fuck, I can't stay!" I groan out, voice a little pleading now. "I'm meeting my mom for lunch!"

He really can't make me stay, I think panicking a little, we discussed only staying for a few hours - not overnight and especially not an entire day!

Relief washes over me briefly as I feel him move, one arm letting go but only for a moment, balancing me with his palm under my belly. I hear him grab something off the vanity followed by the sound of a plastic cap falling on the floor.

"Keep them spread, fingers where they were," he growls again.

I pull open my cheeks, trying to twist my head back to look at what he is doing but I can barely move without feeling my body wobble to one side or the other. My head locked in place staring at his feet and pulsing cock.

With a soft splat, I see the tube of toothpaste smack the floor, inches from its plastic cap.

"Be a good girl now, push those lips open for Daddy." His voice is firm and commanding, tinged with a warning to obey him or else.

I shudder and let out another groan, pushing out and feeling the sore pink ring expand as I tug harder at my buttocks, feeling his palm rest on my bottom - fingers hovering.

"Beautiful, now clench that little pussy," he says with a smile and the finger dips in,

pushing a tiny dollop into the sensitized opening, the fingertip sealing the entrance as I clench.

My eyes shut tight for a moment, squealing out as a burning chill explodes around and inside my hole. The already sore lips sting with both heat and cold, sharp pleasure and raw pain pulses in waves as my body clenches and unclenches against the tiny dab of toothpaste.

"Easy there baby, I got you," I hear him say and realize he's lowering me slowly to the floor, on my knees in front of his cock. I clutch his legs and try to calm the trembling inside me. His cock is inches from my lips, but I realize that's not where I need it most. It needs to be in me, soothing that fire and probing that chill.

I look up and realize he's reaching in my bag, pulling out my phone. As much as I try, the only sounds coming from my lips are moans, the only things my hands can do are run smoothly up and down his thighs.

I wait, hips twisting in waves, expecting him to finally do the unthinkable - whatever that is.

"There you go," he says and hands the phone down to me.

"Hit send and stay or get dressed and leave - your choice baby."

I look at the screen and the message he's typed out.

"Sorry mum, dinner instead of lunch? Date went a bit too well," and then a wink emoji.

I took a deep breath, sighed softly and hit send.