My Evening With Samantha
Copyright© 2026 by BNW
Chapter 3
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - I spend the night with the new intern at the office.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Consensual NonConsensual Heterosexual Fiction Exhibitionism Oral Sex Voyeurism Public Sex
Samantha woke up to the bright sunlight streaming through the window. It took her a moment to remember where she was, but then it all came back to her. She was lying in the middle of the bed, completely uncovered and naked, with her legs spread open. He was sleeping soundly on his side, his breathing heavy, facing away from her. As she lay there, she noticed the skin of her breasts was slightly puckered in areas and covered in a cracked and flaking white substance. Samantha sat up and gently touched the flaky white substance on her breasts, her brow furrowing in confusion. As she examined it more closely, realization dawned on her that it was dried semen. He must have masturbated and ejaculated on her while she was sleeping.
A mix of emotions swirled within her: surprise, a touch of indignation at being used in such a way without her knowledge, but also an undeniable thrill of arousal at the thought of him finding her so irresistible that he couldn’t help but cum on her as she slept. She glanced over at his sleeping form, a small smirk playing on her lips.
Carefully, so as not to wake him, Samantha slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom, her mind racing. Turning on the light, she examined herself in the mirror, taking in the dried splotches of sperm decorating her breasts. Her pussy throbbed, and her nipples stiffened into peaks as she imagined him stroking himself over her sleeping form, coating her with his cum.
She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to heat up as she continued to study her reflection. She remembered her legs were splayed apart when she woke up. Did he also fuck her while she was asleep? Steam began to fill the room as Samantha stepped under the warm spray, letting the water sluice over her body, rinsing away the evidence of his nocturnal activities. As she lathered her body with soap, her hands lingered on her breasts, gently massaging them. A small smile played on her lips as she imagined him gently spreading her legs and sinking his hard cock into her pliant body. Fucking her slowly so as not to wake her, then masturbating and cumming all over her sleeping form. The mental image was incredibly erotic, and she began to rub her clit.
The gentle sound of the shower filled my ears as I slowly woke from a deep slumber. I stumbled into the bathroom, still half asleep, and was met with an arousing sight. There stood Samantha, eyes closed, head tilted back, and masturbating as the warm water cascaded over her flawless skin, one hand groping a breast while the other rubbed furiously at her clit. I watched, transfixed by the erotic sight, my morning erection throbbing as I took in the sight of her glistening wet body, the way her pert nipples puckered under her own touch, the slick movements of her fingers between her spread thighs. I couldn’t resist grabbing my rigid cock as I continued to observe her pleasuring herself.
Samantha’s moans grew louder, her hips undulating as she neared climax, still unaware of my presence. She slipped two fingers inside her tight cunt, pumping them in and out as she ground her clit against her palm in desperation for release. I heard her whimper as she came, her petite frame shaking as waves of intense pleasure washed over her.
As her orgasm subsided, she opened her eyes and finally noticed me standing there, stroking myself while watching her. She ignored me as she rinsed off and turned off the shower. She opened the shower door, grabbed her towel, and wrapped it around her as she stepped out. “Did you enjoy fucking me and cumming on my tits while I was asleep?” she asked me with indignation.
I stopped stroking myself and just stood there with my cock in my hand, feeling a sudden pang of guilt.
Samantha grabbed another towel from the shelf and began drying her hair, looking upset. “I woke up covered in your dried cum. Did you think that was okay?”
I was taken aback and stammered, “I ... I’m sorry, Samantha. I woke up in the middle of the night with this intense hardon. I tried to wake you, but you were out cold. I couldn’t help myself, you just looked so beautiful and sexy lying there, I had to fuck you.”
Samantha just stared at me, her expression stern. She took a step closer, her damp towel clinging to her curves. “So you fucked my sleeping body because you couldn’t control yourself? Used me like your personal sex doll?”
I felt my cheeks flush, “I’m sorry, Samantha, I shouldn’t have done that without your consent. I have no excuse. I apologize for violating your trust like that.”
Her expression softened, and a small smile played on her lips. “Well, I have to admit, even though I was surprised to wake up covered in your cum, the idea of you fucking and jerking off on me while I was sleeping was pretty damn hot.”
My hand still gripped my twitching erection, throbbing with desire. I was caught off guard by her words, unsure of how to react. “Wait, you’re not angry?” My heart raced as I waited for her response, my body on edge with anticipation.
She shook her head, stepping even closer and letting her towel drop, revealing her naked body. “Angry? No. Turned on? Definitely.” She reached up and began rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. “In fact, imagining you using my unconscious body for your pleasure got me so worked up, I had to rub one out in the shower just now. But you already knew that because you were standing here watching.”
I groaned watching her fondle her breasts, “Fuck, Samantha, you have no idea how sexy you are. Watching you masturbate just now, I’m surprised I didn’t cum all over the floor.”
Samantha turned and rummaged through the vanity drawers for a comb, then began combing her hair. She looked at me in the mirror’s reflection, “Well, do it.”
I was confused, “Do what?”
“Cum on the floor,” Samantha replied as she kept working on her hair.
I looked at her incredulously. “You want me to jerk off right here and cum on the bathroom floor?”
Samantha met my gaze in the mirror and nodded, an impish glint in her eye as she continued combing her damp hair. “That’s right. I want to see you make a big creamy puddle on the floor. And if I am not satisfied with the size of the puddle, you are going to keep going until I am happy. Consider it your punishment for taking advantage of me in my sleep.”