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It was the kind of storm that seemed to come out of nowhere. Or maybe Sara had just had too much to drink at the party and wasn't paying much attention. She had left the party before she did anything she'd regret, and was halfway across campus when there was a huge flash of lightning and a deafening burst of thunder. She screamed in surprise and then the rain started falling, thick and hard. She started to run, but she was disoriented, and when the next flash of lightning knocked the power out, she was in the dark.

She made it to her dorm and pushed in, soaked to the skin and laughing from fear. The stairs were dark, but she made her way up to the third floor where her room was. It was late and the hall was dark and quiet. Everyone had either gone to sleep or was still out. She opened the door to her room and slipped in. The first thing was to get out of her wet clothes, so she stripped down quickly and pulled a towel from the hook on her closet door.

It was a little rough and had an oddly masculine smell to it, and she mumbled something nasty about her roommate's boyfriend. She hung the towel back up and found her bed, pulling back the covers, she climbed in. It felt strange, but she shrugged it off, thinking how everything seemed strange in the dark, and soon she slipped into a deep, drunk sleep, listening to the rain.

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When the storm knocked out the electricity in the computer lab, Reed decided it was time to head back to the dormand get some sleep. Luckily for him, he'd brought the goggles that he'd bought from his friend, Artie, the week before. He'd actually taken them to the lab to show to Jessica, the hot new computer science major who had joined the same gaming group as him, but she hadn't shown up.

Slipping the goggles over his head, he fumbled with the strap on the back, adjusting it until the goggles were comfortable. Flipping the button on the side, the room sprang into view, albeit with a greenish hue that made everything look slightly creepy. Several of the other students were using the lights from their phones to guide them out of the classroom. Reed followed them out into the hallway and down the staircase to the front lobby.

The storm was raging outside, wind and rain slapping against the large windows that surrounded the building foyer. Pulling his rain jacket on, Reed slipped a second arm through the straps of his backpack so that he wouldn't have to worry about it falling off as he ran. Then, with a sigh, he opened the door and dashed out into the night.

The steady rain, which seemed to come from all directions, actually made it difficult to see, even with his night vision goggles activated. In fact, Reed almost turned and ran into the wrong dorm, realizing his mistake at the last moment. Correcting his course, he sprang across a large river of water, splashing water onto his pants. A moment later he was yanking the front door of the building open and slipping inside.

As he shook water off his head and arms, Reed realized that the electricity in the dorm was out as well. No real surprise there. There were a few students moving around with flashlights, and candles, giving Reed enough light that he was able to turn the goggles off. He made his way upstairs, but by the time he reached his hallway on the third floor, he was once again in pitch blackness.

Turning the goggles back on, Reed made his way down the hall to his dorm room and pulled his keys out. As he pushed the key into the lock, he realized that it wasn't locked. Cursing himself for forgetting to lock the door again, he stepped into the room and let his back pack slide off his shoulder and onto the floor. He quickly shed his rain soaked jacket and hung it on the hook on the back of the door, then began to remove the rest of his clothes, keeping the goggles on so that he could see.

As he slipped his boxers off, Reed saw something that made him stop. There was a bra laying on the floor. Why would there be a bra in his room? Then next to the bra a pair of panties, and more clothes beyond those, clothes that clearly not his own. As Reed slowly lifted his head up to survey the rest of the room he saw that something or someone was on his bed. Then that something shifted slightly, the covers falling down to reveal a girl.

And not just a girl, a gorgeous blond. A gorgeous blond who didn't appear to be wearing any clothes. She was sleeping in Reed's bed. Sound asleep from what he could see. Reed moved closer, moving around to the side of the bed, facing the mystery girl, whose face and chest were exposed. Almost immediately, Reed thought it had to be a joke. One of his friends had probably paid this girl to wait for him in his bed and she'd probably fallen asleep while she waited. He leaned as close to her face as the goggles would allow without touching her, making sure she wasn't someone he knew. That was when he smelled the alcohol on her breath.

Another scenario quickly came to mind. An intoxicated college student trying to make her way back to her dorm in the middle of a storm and a power outage had managed to wander into the wrong dorm. That explained the wet clothes on his floor. He leaned back a bit as his eyes slowly moved down to her bare chest, her skin pale in the greenish hued, unnatural light of the goggles. She really was gorgeous, and her tits were fantastic, so fantastic that he felt his dick begin to stiffen slightly.

It was at that point that Reed remembered that he too was completely naked. It had been a long time since Reed had been naked with a girl, and he'd certainly never been with a girl any where close to as hot as this girl was. But now what, he wondered to himself. You've got a competely naked, completely hot chick asleep in your bed, virtually incompacitated. What now?

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Sara dreamed strange dreams, being lost in the dark, being in the wrong place, being chased by a man with a kind of cyborg mask on. She rolled on her back in her sleep, kicking the blankets off her, letting the stormy air move over her naked body. She had just shaved, and her pussy was extra sensitive, and the dream turned into something strange, frightening but also erotic. The thing chasing her was going to take her.

Another giant clap of thunder did nothing to wake her, though she murmured something soft under her breath and rolled onto her belly. In her dream, the thunder had knocked her down, and the thing chasing her was catching her. She wasn't sure that she was more afraid that it would catch her or that it wouldn't. Deep in her sleep, a tiny part of her wondered, had there been someone in her room? In the flash of lightning, had she seen someone there?

She couldn't make herself wake up, though, and in her dream, the man with the mask was standing over her, getting ready to take her. Her whole body seemed to tighten in anticipation
 
Still unsure what he should do, or maybe what he could get away with doing, Reed hesitated. He wanted to touch her so badly, nothing dirty of course, just to see what her skin felt like, maybe to cup her breasts in his hands. That wouldn't be a big deal, right? Especially if she didn't wake up. Still standing beside the bed, trying to decide what to do, Reed almost jumped back when the mystery girl actually moved, rolling onto her back, her legs kicking the covers off her body.

He could now see that she was truly naked. No panties, nothing. And she was shaved, completely shaved. Risking a closer look, he leaned down over the girl's body, involuntarily licking his lips as he examined her pussy. He could feel his dick stiffening.

Then thunder rocked the door room windows and once again, Reed jumped back, this time sure that the intoxicated girl would wake up. She did react slightly to the loud crash of thunder, murmuring softly and rolling back onto her stomach. With the covers lying at the foot of the bed, and the girl now laying face down, Reed was now able to see her ass for the first time. Holy shit, he thought to himself as he admired how tight and firm her ass was.

Sure now that she was too far gone to wake up easily, Reed decided it wouldn't hurt anything to just touch her...for a second. Besides, she was the one who had passed out in his bed...Leaning back over, Reed focused on the blond's ass. God damn she has a great ass, he thought as he lowered his hand down until it was resting very lightly on her ass. He paused with his hand there, waiting to see if she would react. Nothing. Growing more and more confident, he slowly let his hand glide up her ass, feeling the curve down to her back, then reversed his hand and let it slide down over the curve of her ass, down to her leg.

Fuck! She is so hot, he thought. He continued to caress her ass, thought not quite as lightly as he had at first. Then he lowered his other hand down, now rubbing each buttock with a hand. As he leaned over further, Reed felt his cock press against something. Looking down, he realized that it was pressing against the top of the girl's hand. Still keeping one hand on her ass, Reed reached down with his other hand and gently turned her wrist until her palm was up. Then, very carefully, he guided his cock into the palm of her hand, letting it rub against her hand and fingers.

I can't believe I'm actually doing this, he thought. Please don't wake up...please don't wake up...please don't wake up...the mantra repeated through his head as he slowly moved his hips, forcing his cock back and forth against the drunk girl's hand. As he settled into a slow rhythym, Reed returned his attention to her ass, using his hand to gently spread her ass cheeks apart so that he could see her pussy and her asshole.

I wonder if she would notice...Reed slowly slid a finger down into the crack of her ass, letting his fingertip glide down over her asshole, then down to her pussy. As his finger crept down, sliding against her pussy lips, Reed realized he was holding his breath. Please don't wake up...please don't wake up...please don't wake up...his fingertip brushed lightly against her clit, then slowly started back up.
 
Deep in her drunken sleep, her dream grew stranger. The thing with the mask that was following her caught her, holding her down so she could hardly move and pulling her into a dark pit. The only thing she could do was reach for a rope, and she grabbed it, but it was hot in her hand. She grabbed it, but felt it sliding through her fingers. She gripped it tighter and then she felt the things in the pit reaching out. They were beautiful little angels that tickled and teased her, and she felt shivers of pleasure pass through her body.

In the dark room, her body shivered as well, and she raised her hips up as he stroked her. The way her fingers closed around his cock, it seemed like she was holding on for dear life as her hips began to slowly grind in circles, asshole clenching as he teased her, her breathing still deep and heavy, but growing faster as he caressed her. As he stroked the lips of her pussy, they began to grow slick, swelling and puffing out of her slit like a flower.
 
As Reed continued to slowly stroke the blond's pussy with a single finger, he suddenly felt her hand move. Looking down, he realized that her fingers had closed around his hard dick as he rubbed it back and forth in her hand. Holy fuck! A passed out hottie is giving me a handjob, he marveled to himself. This is the best night ever!

As he continued to enjoy the feeling of the anonymous girl's hand on his thick erection, Reed turned his attention back to her body. As his finger made another journey from her clit to her asshole, he felt the tip slip between her pussy lips. He could tell she was wetter now than when he'd started. Then he noticed the way her hips lifted slightly off the bed as if her body were responding to his touch, wanting more. Leaning closer, he watched the changes that slowly overcame her, the way her hips began to rotate slightly, the way her now glistening cunt seemed to open up for him, the way her asshole tightened when his fingertip pressed against it. Fuck! I can't believe this is really happening. This is so fucking hot!

This time, as he let his finger slip down to the girl's clit, he let it linger there a moment, rubbing her clit in circles. God, what if she wakes up now, he questioned. How in the hell would I be able to explain this...for some reason, the fact that he couldn't come up with an answer didn't seem to matter that much to him. He couldn't stop now.

Reed slowly moved his finger off the blond's clit and back down to her slit, slowly pushing it knuckle deep into her pussy this time. He could feel her hips pushing against his hand gently, as if she wanted more. He wiggled his finger slightly, listening to the way her breath seemed to grow heavier. His own breath was growing heavier by the moment as well and he could feel his dick throbbing against the girl's hand. He slowly began to finger her cunt, the juices from her pussy lubricating his finger.

Reed gave a start as the lights in the room flickered on. Fuck!, that scared the shit out of me. His hands and body froze as he waited to see if the girl would wake up. Nothing. He reached up and turned the night vision goggles off and tossed them aside, the light from the corner lamp providing more than enough light for him to see. As he turned his attention back to the intoxicated girl, Reed wondered just how far he could go before she would wake up. If the thunder and the lights and the finger in her pussy didn't wake her up...maybe I could...

Pulling his hand from between the blond's legs, and his dick from her hand, Reed circled around to the foot of the bed. Very carefully, he crawled onto the bed, moving between the girl's legs until his face was directly over her ass. Careful not to jar her, he moved his hands to her ass and gently spread her ass cheeks. Am I really doing this, he wondered to himself before lowering his head down until he could lick her pussy. Oh, yes, that tastes so good, he thought as he let his tongue slide across her swollen pussy lips, then down to her clit and back up.
 
The dream was getting stranger. Sara was still deeply asleep, but she felt everything that was happening to her, the dream changing to suit the new sensations. She was pinned down by a strange weight and felt the arms of some stragne thing wrapping around her legs as fingers probed her. She kept trying to turn her head to see, but something was over her eyes, she couldn't see. The faces of the men behind her kept changing in her dream, from her boyfriend, to celebrities, to her teachers and even her father, each one probing her. Each one telling her what a dirty girl she was, and as they touched her and she felt herself growing more and more aroused, she knew they were right. She was imagining every single man she knew fingering her, lusting after her.

Though in her dreams she was moaning "Yes, I am," over and over, all that was coming out of her mouth was vague murmurs. When the rope in her dream disappeared, she reached out for it, and her hand shifted on the bed, searching for the cock that it had been holding.

She clenched as her asscheeks were spread apart, but pushed back against him as his tonge slipped across her pussy, arching her back. In her dream, she was being spread open by two different men while a third pushed his tongue between her legs.
 
Reed felt the girl's body shift slightly as he spread her open and began to lick her pussy, but whatever anxiety he had felt before at the prospect of her waking up had completely disappeared at this point. Now all that mattered was having as much fun with her as he could. If she woke up, well, she woke up. No point in waking up the next morning, wishing he had had the balls to actually do something.

As he buried his face down between her legs, Reed used his fingers to spread her pussy open so that his tongue could push deeper into her folds. He could hear her murmuring again, softly, but still couldn't make out what she was trying to say. He didn't really care. His tongue slipped down and flicked back and forth over the blond's clit several times before he slid it back into her. As she grew wetter and wetter, Reed found his face covered in her sticky sweet juices, but he didn't relent. He did wonder what would happen if she orgasmed while she was sleeping. Would that wake her up? Probably not. It was probably no different than a guy having a wet dream.

After wiggling his tongue into the folds of her pussy for several more minutes, Reed slowly pulled it out and then drug it heavily up the length of her pussy, up between her ass cheeks, until he was licking her asshole. His cock, which was trapped between his stomach and the bed, was throbbing with excitement.

Giving her ass and pussy one last wet lick, Reed pulled himself up onto his knees between her legs, his cock hanging over her tight, little ass. Very gently, he pushed her legs a little closer together, then straddled her thighs. Once he was in position, Reed once again spread the girl's ass cheeks apart, this time, guiding his cock down until the swollen head was pushing at the entrance of her cunt. He hesitated for barely a second, then rolled his hips forward, pushing the head of his cock into her slit. FUCK! I can't believe this. God, she's so fucking wet!

Slowly, Reed began to rock his hips forward and back, each time, pushing another inch of his cock into the passed out girl until his whole dick was disappearing inside of her cunt.
 
As she lay under him, lifting her ass up as high as she could with him straddling her thighs, Sara moaned softly. His tongue had brought her body almost all the way, and the pressure of his cock pushing in, deeper and deeper was a delicious tease that slowed things, but couldn't stop them. When he sunk all the way into her, her pussy clenched on him, juices flowing as she gasped in her sleep, shivering with release. For a moment her eyelids fluttered.

In her dream, she was being fucked while her arms and legs were held down by all of the geeks she had ever shot down. The y were taking her one agter the other, and as awful as it was, she found hersel fwanting mre. Each stroke seemed to push her deeper and deeper into a gleeful depravity.

There was just a moment when she looked up and it didn't seem like a dream. But the man in the mask was there from her dream, and she was in some place full of video gaming posters so she knew it couldn't be real, just a strange twist, and she sank back into sleep while he fucked her.
 
As Reed continued to fuck the beautiful blond he'd found passed out in his bed, caressing her ass with both hands, he could see and feel her body reacting. Her hips lifted off the bed as if rising up to meet his invading cock, her breath seemed to grow more ragged, and most importantly, her pussy was growing wetter and wetter. After a few more deep thrusts, Reed heard a series of soft whimpers from the mystery girl and felt her cunt tighten around his cock. Holy shit! I think she just had an orgasm, he thought, stunned by the thought. That is uber fucking hot.

Knowing that the drunken girl had just cum was such a turn on, that Reed felt himself move closer to his own climax. He slowed his hips, realizing that he probably shouldn't cum inside of her. As he slowly pulled his dick out of her pussy, he saw her head move slightly and her eyelids flutter open. Freaking out, Reed practically jumped off of her and off of the bed. He watched, his heart in his throat, as the girl's head lifted up slightly, her half-closed eyes seemingly scanning the room. After a moment, the girl's head dropped back down and her eyes closed.

Reed's heart was beating so fast he thought he could actually see the center of his chest quivering in the dim light. He stood there, frozen for several minutes as he waited to see of the girl was going to wake up. Finally, he decided that she had gone back to sleep. Finally he was able to breath again. Tentatively, he circled around to the other end of the bed so that he could see her eyes. She definitely seemed to be back to sleep...for now.

As Reed stood there, looking at the sexy girl, his still swollen cock head just inches from her mouth, he decided he knew exactly what he wanted to do next. Stepping closer to the table, he lifted his cock up and guided it to the blond's lips. He gently rubbed it against her mouth, trying to work it between her lips. Slowly her mouth opened up to take the head of his cock in. He stood there, enjoying the feel of her mouth around the tip of his dick for a moment before he began to push it deeper. Smiling, Reed let his cock slide in and out of the girl's mouth in a slow but steady rhythym, and as he did, he lowered a hand down to the girl's chest, fondling her breasts.
 
It was the smell more than anything that reached her, that sweet scent of her cum on his cock. In the dream, a slimy tentacle was pressing against her lips as a sort of squid man pinned her, but in smelled like her pussy and she opened her mouth. The thing slid in, and she sucked gently, her lips pulling tight around it as it rocked back and forth, rcking her deep into sleep.

Some part of her knew it wasn't quite a dream, though. She never dreamed about sex like this. She usually never dreamed after a night out, but when she dreamed about cocks, they smelled and tasted male, thick and meaty. They didn't taste girly, definitely not like her pussy. And it was too clear, too real. She could feel the shape of the head and the way it pushed her tongue down.

She was too deep in her sleep, the alcohol was like an anchor holding her down. She thought she remembered going home, the rain and thunder, but had she gone to some other party and gotten picked up? With an extreme effort of her mind, she pulled herself up to the edge of waking.

It was a hand on her breast, squeezing her hard nipple, and t was definiely a cock in her mouth, hard and slick with her cunt honey. She moaned softly as she sank back down into sleep.
 
Reed was grinning from ear to ear as he slid his pole in and out of the unconscious girl's mouth, watching the way her cheek would rise and fall with each deep thrust. She looked so peaceful, so innocent...well except for the big, hard cock in her mouth...He continued to grope her breasts, rubbing them and squeezing gently, then softly pinching her nipples between his thumb and finger, alternating from one tit to the other and back again.

Her soft, wet lips and warm mouth felt so good on his cock. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling. He was getting close to an orgasm, he could tell. What he didn't know was what he was going to do when his climax did finally come. Was he going to pull out and cum on the floor? Or maybe pull out and cum all over her face? He couldn't actually cum in her mouth could he?
 
As his cock slid in and out of her mouth, she dreamed of beautiful, naked men with perfect hard cocks sliding in her mouth. The faces kept changing, but the cock never stopped, pausing just before it choked her. Her legs spread open as she lay on the bed, and she hummed softly in her sleep, tiny little moans of pleasure as she dreamed of all the men that she had ever wanted, or even thought about having sex with taking her.

She had always played hard to get with guys, because she could. She always knew that they would want more, so there was no reason for her to rush. She wanted to know that they liked her for more than just her pretty face and tight body, but in her dream, she got to be a strictly sexual creature. In her dream, she was just there for her body to be used, and it felt so good. It felt right.
 
As Reed felt himself moving closer to climax, a startling thought suddenly occurred to him. He could have been videotaping the whole encounter with the passed out girl all along. Carefully slipping his engorged manhood from her mouth, he bounced over to his computer desk and grabbed his digital camcorder.

After adjusting the camera's settings for the dim light of the room, Reed turned his attention back to the naked girl in his bed. He started with a shot of her face, then slowly panned down to her breasts, taping with one hand, and reaching down to play with her tits with the other hand. Then he slowly panned down to her pussy, gently pushing her thighs apart to get a good shot as he rubbed her clit for show.

Satisfied that he had enough footage of her awesome body, Reed returned to the top of the bed, still filming. He lifted his cock to her face and rubbed it against her cheek, then slowly inserted it back into her mouth, making sure to capture it on the camera. After several long, slow penetrations, the head of his cock pushing between her lips, pushing against her tongue, he knew he was ready to cum. He pulled out and began to stroke himself, positioning himself over her chest.

"Fuck!" he breathed heavily as he finally came, spraying drops of white cum across the drunken girl's breasts and stomach. He stood there for nearly a minute, his fist pumping up and down on his shaft, draining it of every drop as the pleasure washed over him. When he was finally finished, Reed lowered his cock down to the blond's tits, rubbing the head against her nipple. Jeez, I can't believe I just jizzed all over her boobs, he thought. And best of all, I've got it all on film.

After the euporia of his orgasm finally wore off, Reed stopped recording and sat the camera back on his desk. Now what, he wondered. After a moment of thought in which he sat down on the bed next to the girl, he decided on a plan. Step one, get dressed, which he did quickly. Step two, clean the cum off of her chest, also quickly accomplished. Step three, get her dressed. That one wasn't as easy.

Reed struggled a little, moving the girl around and getting her clothes on her, though at times she seemed to awaken enough to actually cooperate. Once he was finally done, he lifted her in his arms and carried her downstairs to the common room of the dorm. It was late now and the place was basically empty. Peaking around the corner to verify that there wasn't anyone looking, he carried the girl to a couch in the corner of the lobby and gently layed her down.

One last look at her, and her student id and he was gone, back to his room, leaving her to wake up in the morning, hopefully none the wiser to what had happened.
 
Sara woke up that morning feeling perfectly wretched, in the common room of the dorm next door to hers, in damp clothes. She had never felt so rotten, and the worst of it was, the last thing she remembered was going back to her dorm during the thunderstorm. There had been a dream, but the more she tried to remember it, the more it seemed to slip through her fingers.

She staggered back to her own dorm and went to brush her teeth and take a long, hot shower. It was when she stripped her clothes off that she noticed her panties were drenched. Not just from the rain. She touched herself, and felt a soft ache, a tenderness that was different from the general wretchedness of her hangover.

She wasn't usually the kind to get drunk and screw some random guy she met at a party, and the fact that she seemed to have blacked it out entirely was even worse. She stayed in the shower for close to an hour, and the whole bathroom was filled with steam when she came out. She went back to her room, dressed and did her hair, and made it to the campus coffee shop without remembering anything.

She sat down with a giant fruit smoothie and her laptop to see if anyone had left her any messages that would give her a clue about the night before, but there was nothing. Of course, the whole campus had lost power the night before, so nothing would be happening digitally until people started to wake up. She thought about her dream. She remembered a strange sort of sci-fi creature with a metal face like a robot, but she remembered tasting a very human cock.

Had she ever dreamed a taste before? she wondered. She pressed her thighs together, and told herself the idea that she had been used the night before was repulsive. It only felt like arousal because her body was recovering.
 
The first thing Reed did the next morning was watch the video he'd taken the night before to make sure he hadn't dreamed the entire encounter. Then he watched the video again. The third time that he watched it he jacked off, thinking about what it had been like to have his own little fuck toy, to use her however he wanted.

After he was done and had put the camcorder safely away, he found himself wondering who she was and whether she would ever realize that something had happened to her that night. He'd gotten her name from her student id, and with that he knew he could hack into the school's records and find out some information on her. Maybe where she lived, what her major was or which classes she was taking. If he could get her schedule, he thought, he could find an excuse to meet her, maybe even get to know her. The idea of meeting her and talking to her without her knowing who he was or what he'd done to her excited Reed.

Getting dressed as quickly as he could, Reed grabbed his backpack and his laptop and rushed out of his dorm room, determined to find out as much as he could about his new "friend", Sara before his afternoon class.
 
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