Chapter Four
One of Those Nights
I don’t know how long I’d been asleep – surely no more than an hour or so – when my bedroom door opened. The light came on, and Alyssa came in. She was wearing her skin-tight p***s-pants, and nothing else. With her incredible hair pulled back into a meter-long ponytail, her perfect little breasts were beautifully displayed. My mouth watered, my confined c**k tried yet again to erect and I felt the usual surge of hopeless, unrequited love and un-relievable lust.
“Wake up, Slut-boy,” she said. “I can’t sleep. I’m going to do you again, longer, harder, and faster than ever before, until I’m absolutely exhausted. Then I’m going torture you pitilessly. After that I should be able to crash. But first things first: I really have to pee!”
As helpless as ever I
