Reaching down, I feel along the lushly carpeted floor in search of my phone. It was six o’clock in the morning and a triumphant grin danced across m... face, as I began to recollect. Scrolling through my phone, I found an album’s worth of photos that provide enough evidence to confirm that it wasn’t a dream.There was one slightly blurred photo looking down at the top of her distinct redhead, her nose nestled in my pubic hair as her mouth devoured my cock. Another had her laid out before me,. He had already asked her to fuck. She was not easy, but she was melting.Sleeping beauty had pressed her body hard against mine and was fully aware of my hard cock, as she whispered, “I have always had a fantasy to be fucked by Darth Vader.”What the fuck were these Darth Vader fetishes, I thought? First the Jolly Green Giant had hit on me and now Sleeping Beauty. I had never thought of Darth Vader as a sex symbol. However, I was beginning to truly appreciate being Darth Vader. I had never been. Quietly, her amorous partner whispered his secrets in a language so primal it needed no words. Opalescent eyes opened, locked on his, their needs met in a place above conscious thought, above human desire. She splayed her fingertips over his bare chest, she adored the way long muscles wrapped themselves around bones, the gentle swell of his stomach so irresistible to a growing appetite. His fingers found hers, and laced with them. Only then was she aware that many dancers were becoming far more. I moaned and writhed, my hips grinding into the bed. “Do you want Master’s cock inside you, slave?” he asked me. “Yes, please, Master! Please fuck this slave’s pussy. I want to feel you fill me, Sir,” I said. He pressed harder against the plug. “Do you deserve that, Puppy? After you spoke to me you’re your mouth full and you laughed at your Master?” He slapped my thighs as he questioned me. I was muttering under my breath. “I’m going to cum, Master, please let me cummmm,” “No,” he said and.