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The Sleeping Fan 
by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)

***

I dream of being asleep and some man comes and molests 
my body, she wrote. He doesn't hurt me though. He 
doesn't put a mark on my body, but he does incredibly 
nasty things to me. (MF, oral, anal, sleepy)

***

Author Notes: I've received some good feedback on my 
stories so far, especially some very good ideas for new 
stories. This story is another that is based on a 
request from a reader.

The only reason I post these stories is so that people 
will tell me what they think of them. If you want to 
read more, you ought to pay the price by letting me know 
you liked this strange tale. Writers need feedback in 
order to become better writers. If you don't let us know 
what you like, don't complain that there are no good 
stories. Any comments, bad or good, are welcome. Write 
me at the e-mail address above.

If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in 
your country to be in possession of stories about sex, 
please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe 
sex reading please.

***

She was asleep, just like she said she would be. She lay 
there, beautiful in repose, her skin dark and sultry 
against the white sheets. Everything was just as we had 
discussed, just as we had planned. It was the 
fulfillment of both our fantasies.

My name is John Jabbin and I write erotic stories. Her 
name is Jennifer and she said she was one of my biggest 
fans.

She had written me after I posted my story, "The 
Pharmacist." It had touched on her darkest desires.

"I dream of being asleep and some man comes and molests 
my body," she wrote. "He doesn't hurt me though. He 
doesn't put a mark on my body, but he does incredibly 
nasty things to me."

There on her bedstead were the pills she had written 
that she took to help her sleep. A sleeping pill and a 
very effective one with an interesting little side 
effect of associated memory loss. I checked her pupils; 
they were dilated and fixed.

I touched her face gently, stroked her high cheekbones 
with my thumb. So soft. So lovely. From my duffel bag I 
pulled out the hand scanner. I walked around the room, 
checking for electronic recording devices. I used top of 
the line equipment. There was nothing here. Everything 
checked out.

Pulling the covers from her body, I saw that she had 
complied with my demands to the letter. She wore the 
black lace teddy, just as I suggested. The leg was cut 
high and it made her legs look longer, sleeker. She 
would have looked good in rags. She looked absolutely 
fantastic in the teddy!

Jennifer had e-mailed me pictures, glamour shots and 
publicity stills. She was a local entertainer in her 
city, singing at nightclubs around town.

"Normally I like to be in control," she wrote. 

"Usually I'm the sexual aggressor."

That's what made the kink all the more exciting for her. 
To surrender her control for just a time to a complete 
stranger, it was a dangerous, some would say stupid, 
thing to do. But isn't that the thrill of eroticism 
sometimes? Doing something completely crazy and kinky 
and getting away with it?

I sat next to her slumbering body and stroked the lace 
that covered her belly. She was a beautiful woman. Long 
wavy dark hair, lovely brown eyes when they were open 
and small delicate ears. But her most attractive facial 
feature was her mouth.

Jennifer had full lips. They dominated the lower half of 
her attractive face and drew the eye. Just looking at 
them now made my own lips twitch, eager to take her, 
eager to dominate that lovely mouth with my own and make 
it mine.

"Would you like me to write you a story just for you?" 

I had written her.

She had responded excitedly, telling me some of her 
fantasies and sending more pictures. Those beautiful 
eyes stared back at me as I wrote her story. She told me 
that she wanted to recapture her youth, that life had 
begun to become too pedestrian, too predictable. I wrote 
about a younger singer, just starting out. The fresh 
bloom of her youth was plucked by a rather nasty 
bartender.

My hand went lower, caressing the lines of her jaw and 
down over her regally slim neck. It was the kind of neck 
men wanted to suck on, to nuzzle against, as they 
inhaled her scent.

My fingers traced the v-neck of the teddy, sliding my 
thick finger under the far side, fondling the soft flesh 
of her upper chest. My fair skin against her olive 
complexion thrilled me. I had to see more.

I jammed a chair underneath the knob of her locked 
bedroom door. Then I drew off my dark shirt, gloves and 
cap. I slipped off my sneakers without unlacing them and 
pulled down the black jeans, leaving me naked as I 
crawled into bed with her.

She was so small compared to me. She was barely five and 
a half feet tall and I was over six. But it was in 
weight that I dwarfed her. She was slim, with the 
womanly figure of an entertainer. I had at least a 
hundred pounds on her and most all of that was bone and 
muscle.

I lay my head on her stomach and listen to her heart's 
steady, slow beat. I heard her shallow breathing. So 
peaceful! So beautiful!

She had loved my story when I sent it to her. She 
praised it, saying how thrilling it was to see a story 
written about her. Even the parts where the bartender 
had been a little rough with her body had thrilled her. 
It was a way for her to safely lose control. She could 
imagine herself being taken, being used for a man's 
satisfaction with no thought of her own.

I raised up again and took her firm calves in both of my 
hands. Slowly and sensuously, I spread her legs until I 
could clearly see the black snaps of the teddy. After I 
had stretched them wide enough, I slid my rough hands 
over the soft flesh of the insides of her legs. Then I 
went a little higher, all the way to her prominent 
hipbones.

"Do you trim your pubic hair?" I had written and asked 
her. "Describe the appearance of your pussy to me. Write 
to me and tell me what I would see."

I leaned forward between Jennifer's thighs and nuzzled 
the crotch of the teddy. Applying pressure with my nose 
until I could feel the snaps press into my skin, I 
inhaled her deeply. She smelled freshly bathed, with 
just the hint of the pineapple body wash I had commanded 
her to use. It was a bow to her Hawaiian heritage. I 
wanted to smell it on her, to taste it on her flesh.

Straining forward, I used my tongue to rope the folds of 
the teddy into my mouth and, taking it between my teeth, 
pulled gently back until the snaps came undone. 
Impatient, I pulled the flap of lacy cloth away and 
looked at my beloved. Beautiful!

"I keep my pussy hair trimmed in a bikini cut, high on 
the sides," she had written back. "My pussy lips are 
prominent and full, just like you said the lips of my 
mouth are. They are a dark, dusky gray and just telling 
you about them makes me wet."

I speared the folds of her cunt with my tongue, sliding 
it in deeply in first thrust. I tasted the freshness of 
her, but there was also the hint of her arousal as she 
had lain down to fall asleep. As my tongue dragged back 
up towards her clit, I wondered if she had been wet by 
the time the drug had taken hold of her. One of the side 
effects of the medication was dry mouth. I wondered if 
it also dried her vaginal juices. In any case, I had 
come prepared.

I licked her sweet cuntal folds. I sucked her labia into 
my mouth and grasp her thick lips between my teeth, 
biting down ever so gently. She never would have let me 
do that if she had been awake, never would have trusted 
her most precious flesh between the teeth of a stranger. 
But here I was, sucking the lips and gnawing tenderly on 
her beautiful gash.

Reluctantly rising, I stretched over her and cupped her 
full breast in my hands. They were as large and as soft 
as I had dreamed. In her photos, she had seemed full 
without looking overly-busty. I was pleased that the 
realities held true to the vision of her in my head.

"Tell me the color of your nipples," had been the first 
intimate question I had asked her. "In my story I said 
they were chocolate brown. Did I get it right?"

Raising her limp arms one by one, I drew down the top of 
her teddy to her waist. She had told me the truth. They 
were a deep rich brown just as she had confirmed. What 
she couldn't tell me was how delicious they looked, how 
much they made my mouth water.

I leaned over her more and took each nipple in my mouth 
in turn and circled the nub with my tongue. I kneaded 
each tit in my hand in turn, milking the soft firm flesh 
as I sucked.

"Do you exercise much to keep in shape?" I had asked. 
She had responded that, now that she was getting older, 
she had to work to fight the normal tendency of a woman 
to develop thicker thighs and buttocks as they age. But 
she grew bored with exercise. Sweets and ice cream sang 
seductively to her. She worried about her weight, 
worried about getting old in a career that demanded 
youth.

I rolled up the teddy high on her waist and lay my head 
now on her naked belly. It was flat, but softly 
feminine. I licked her stomach in broad strokes. I 
delved my tongue deep into her navel. I tongue-fucked 
her belly-button like no woman had ever allowed me to do 
before.

She was completely mine for the taking, for the 
enjoying.

"This man that rapes you," I had inquired, "do you want 
him to cum in you? When he fucks you, and you know he'll 
have to fuck a gorgeous woman like you, do you want his 
hot cum inside your cunt?"

My cock was throbbing. I ached for her. I lavished her 
cunt with my tongue, making her slick with my saliva. 
Then I raised up, hooked her knees and drew her legs up 
to her chest, exposing her pussy fully to me. I eased 
forward until the head of my cock was against her 
vagina.

When I pushed in, I glided into her warmth. I went 
slowly because I'm a big man. She seemed so small and 
frail beneath me. As my cock entered her, she looked so 
helpless, so vulnerable. A shiver ran through my spine 
and I had to stop halfway and breathe deeply to keep 
from cumming. I panted, taking every ounce of self-
control I had to not jam myself into her.

"What's your biggest turn-off," I had written.

"Weasels, little wimpy men that think they're hot shit. 
In my fantasies, I want to be taken by a real man, a big 
man."

Using her legs as levers, I began to slowly hump into 
her, pulling her back against me on the down stroke. 
After I got all the way in, I let her limp legs fall to 
the side and lay heavy against her. I tilted her head 
with my hands and kissed her slack mouth as I tenderly 
fucked her cunt.

Those lips, those fascinating lips bobbed slightly as I 
pumped into her. I pulled her lower lip into my mouth 
and sucked it separately. I pulled back on it gently; 
not enough to hurt my beautiful, sleeping girl, but just 
enough to stretch it as I strained my cock into her 
depths.

The combination of the texture of her lip in my mouth 
and the warmth of her pussy took me over the edge. The 
pressure that had been building within me suddenly and 
forcefully gave way and I was spraying her cunt full of 
my cum. My back ached with the pressure of it, my balls 
ached as they pumped their seed into her, and my urethra 
ached with the burning sensation of my semen blasting 
into her.

I lay on her limply for just a moment, covering her 
small body with my large frame. She was so beautiful. 
Such a lovely face. Such a wonderful body.

I pulled out of her cum-slickened cunt and propped up 
her hips with a pillow. I wanted my sperm to stay in 
her, to coat her insides with my essence.

"When the bartender in the story raped Jennifer's mouth, 
how did it make you feel to read that?" I had asked her.

"It made my lips tingle," she had responded. "My teeth 
hurt thinking of how he pumped into her. But most of 
all, it made me hot. I loved it, John. I wanted it to be 
my mouth."

I leaned her lovely face to the side. My cock was only a 
little sticky. It was mostly all my sperm. Her vagina 
had never gotten very moist. Even so, I wiped it up and 
down her beautiful lips. She had worn lipstick just like 
I asked. I had tasted it before when I kissed her. Now I 
smeared it on my cock before I gently levered her jaw 
and slipped my dick into her mouth.

It was an uncomfortable angle. It would have been for 
both of us, but Jennifer was past caring. Even so, the 
visual image was enough for me. It was the sight of her 
mouth accepting me briefly into its warmth that turned 
me on. I didn't press in deep. I didn't bruise her 
throat with the fierce thrust I really desired. This was 
not just my fantasy. It was ours.

"What can I do with you?" I had wanted to know. "How far 
can I go?"

"Don't ask, just do whatever you need to," she had 
written back quickly. "The back door with be unlocked. 
Come at eight A.M. My husband leaves at seven."

I had turned her over and propped up her bottom with 
more pillows. Her backside was as beautiful as 
everything else. Her ass was still firm, her puckered 
hole still tight. I leaned down and kissed it, briefly 
dipping my tongue into her for a quick taste. She tasted 
just a bit bitter. She tasted wonderful.

I generously lubed up her anus and my cock. Then, 
pulling her toward me, I violated her final lovely 
orifice.

Her sphincter was tight, but I used my thumbs on either 
side to spread her gently. I eased in, gliding on a 
lubricated downhill slope into her innermost depths. In 
one gentle thrust that seemed to take forever, I buried 
my cock into Jennifer's ass.

Oh god, this was heaven! Possessing a woman's cunt and 
mouth is wonderful. Taking a sleeping woman's ass is 
much better still. It is taking complete control. It is 
the ultimate in domination. This is what she didn't want 
me to tell her about. This is what we both wanted most.

I was gentle with her, easing in and out tenderly. I was 
stretching her, no doubt. Her bottom would be sore when 
she woke, but it would be a tender soreness. It would be 
the one sensation that let her know how long I lingered. 
It would be my greatest gift for one of my biggest fans.

As the lube heated up, I pumped into her more firmly. 
Her taut ass cheeks bounced as I came against them. I 
had set a rhythm. Uncontrollably, I now increased it.

Pulling her hips back, I thrust deeper, harder. She was 
so slick, so hot. Her ass burned me, swallowed my cock 
deep into her. The sight was glorious, the sensations, 
overwhelming. Unchecked by anything but my lust, I bore 
down into her. I fucked her with abandon for a brief 
flurry of strokes. Thrusting into her hot, tight hole, I 
strained and strained and strained...

And came! hard, pulsing streams of cum! Thick, throbbing 
cock of climax! Sweet, fucking-her-buttery-ass orgasm!

When I could think again, I eased gently out of her. I 
retrieved a towel from her bathroom and cleaned us both. 
I smeared a soothing salve on her red, angry pucker. I 
gave her bottom one last pat, one last kiss.

Then I checked her breathing and her pupils after I had 
dressed. She still slept gently, peacefully. I hoped her 
dreams had been pleasant though I've heard that under 
medication most people don't dream.

I left her a computer-generated note.


"Dearest Jen,

"You're everything I've hoped for in a fan, luv. We must 
do this again soon. Until then, I wish you'd wear these 
black silk panties that I've bought you. I'd like to 
think of your pretty little ass and cunt snug in 
something that I've given you. Sweet dreams, my sleeping 
beauty. You'll be in mine from now on.

"Warmest Regards,

"John"

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