Shortly after turning 20, I kept waking up with my sheets all wet with my semen... ‘nocturnal emissions’ was the official designation for it, but it happened almost every night! I was going through laundry soap quickly. I thought about going to the doctor, but every time it happened I also had super sexy dreams, like I was making love with all the women I’d ever been attracted to, which was actually quite a few from high school, college, and my work, not to mention all the ones I passed in the street. I was one horny bugger, and when I was younger I actually hurt my dick from masturbating so much, so I tried to keep it to a minimum. It seemed, however, that my body had other ideas. Though I wasn’t a bad-looking guy at six feet tall, with dark blonde hair and an average build, I was still a virgin due to my painful shyness ... those wet dreams were the highlight of my day, er, night.

I was having one of them, bending one of my sexy coworkers over the photocopier, when a cat screeched in the alley outside my window and my eyes opened. Something was gripping my hard cock! Not even sure I was awake, I noted the time, 3 AM, and carefully pushed my sheets up to see, in the dim light of my clock, a small figure wrapped around it, jiggling up and down. I clapped my hands twice -- yes, I had The Clapper -- and my bedside lamp came on.

“Oh!” said a small female voice as a tiny little woman hopped away from my cock and held her hands up to ward off the bright light. “Shit!”

“What ... what...?” I stammered.

“You woke up!” the little woman exclaimed. “Don’t kill me! Let me explain.”

“Why’s there a sack tied to the head of my dick?”

“Oh! Lemme just...” she untied the small rope and tugged the teeny burlap bag off.

I stared at the little woman: she had short brunette hair, swept forward, and was maybe five inches tall with wings, kind of like a butterfly but all see-through, so I guess more like a fly? And she wasn’t wearing any clothes so her slim form hid nothing of her maybe B-cup breasts and trimmed bush. I looked back to her face ... she was pretty, though her features were kind of ... pointed? She had a slim face and long chin, but it suited her.

“I’m a sperm fairy,” she said as if that explained everything. At my blink in response, she continued, “we take sperm from vigorous young men such as yourself and bring it to where it’s needed.”

“Needed.”

“You know, women that can’t get pregnant due to their partners’ low sperm count. It’s what we do.” She gave me an exasperated look. “You know, sperm fairies?”

“Like the Tooth Fairy?”

“That fucking bitch,” she harrumphed. “Leave behind a coin and everyone loves you, but get them off while they sleep and you get no respect at all.” Then she considered. “Well, you weren’t supposed to wake up ... stupid cat.” She looked toward the cracked-open window.

I lay my head back. “I’m dreaming.”

“Sure, go with that! Turn off the light, I’ll wait for you to drop off, and then get my load.”

I shrugged, clapped my hands twice, turning the room dark again, and carefully pulled my sheets back up. I lay there, waiting for the dream to end.

“Hm hm hmm ... hm hm hm hmm...”

I turned the light back on and pushed the sheets away again to see her laying on her back next to my no-longer-erect penis. “Oh ... was I humming? Sorry ... nervous habit.”

“Did you say you took my sperm and used it to impregnate women?”

She grinned. “Sure! Your stuff’s been really effective, and you cum a lot, man! My magic sack only holds so much so the excess goes everywhere. It’s all warm and gooey ... gets all over me ... yummy!”

My dick gave a twitch at the thought of my stuff all over the slim, sexy little woman. “So every time I’ve been cumming at night, that was you?”

“Every time lately, anyway,” she confirmed, “I only started with you a few months ago ... I can make you cum every time so I keep coming back. Not really supposed to, but ... you got a nice cock, man ... seven inches, not too thick so I can wrap myself around it ... really gets me going, too...”

“Gets you...”

She rolled onto her front and kicked her feet “You think I don’t enjoy my work? Let’s see the Tooth Fairy orgasm on a molar ... spoiler alert: she can’t.”

“Do you have a name, uh, fairy?”

She tilted her head. “I do, but I’m a mystical creature ... can’t tell you, or you could bind me with it.”

“So what do I call you?”

“Hm ... how about Annabel? That sounds pretty.”

I was reminded of a fictional fairy whose name ended in ‘bell’, but this little lady, beyond her size, seemed quite unlike her. “I’m obviously not dreaming, and I can’t go back to sleep, so what now?”

She nibbled her lower lip. “Well, since you woke up, and it wasn’t my fault, there is something we’re allowed to do now, if you’re interested.”

“Interested?”

“Sex.”

I laughed, causing her teeny form to sail upward from my stomach as if double-bounced on a trampoline. She quickly recovered and fluttered down by my deflated penis.

“There’s no way I’d fit inside you ... you’re, what, five inches tall?”

“You let me worry about that,” she harrumphed and moved her head down to the tip of my cock to lick at the slit.

“Oh shit.” That felt incredible, and my dick reacted immediately.

Once I was sufficiently erect, she threw one leg over the shaft and climbed on as if it was a horse’s back, wrapping her arms around before rubbing her lithe little body along it. I could feel her little pussy rubbing at the base. She was gasping, her eyes closed as she masturbated me with her teeny, sexy form. When I was fully engorged, she pulled off and flew right up in my face.