A Late Visitor
This story started out as a dirty note to someone in The Bukkake Club (a room on F-List). Her profile said that she appreciates private messages detailing what others have done to her while she was asleep (offline).
Gabriel, the crocodile in the story, took the challenge.
The story features male on female sleep-sex (nonconsensual), masturbation, heavily excessive semen, and watersports. All characters in this story are over 18.
Gabriel, the muscular (and currently very naked) crocodile, saw her, that slender, beautiful skunk girl, saying goodbyes and good nights to the other naked (and messy) patrons at the Bukkake Club, and walking off to shower off those crusty layers of cum he arrived too late to contribute to. Later, he saw her turn the lights on at one of the bedrooms, in the building near the "playground area" of the club, and then off. She went to sleep.
He arrived at the club rather late, but his balls were swollen to the size of grapefruits, itching for a release, and there was nobody else he wanted to unload on, no matter how much he drank. He was naked and masturbated with the others, but he couldn't shake his thoughts of that sexy skunk... so he decided to have his fun, one way or another.
He sneaked off after her, entering the quiet, dark building with the bedrooms. He counted the doors and quietly opened the one that matched with the window he saw the lights in, and entered her room, hoping that neither his noise, neither his smell woke her up. He missed a few showers lately, his scales covered in dry semen and sweat, so he was surrounded by a cloud of thick, musky odor. However, nobody seemed to mind it here (quite the contrary) so he left the issue alone, and concentrated on the task at hand.
She was sleeping on the bed without covers, on her back, legs spread her naked body completely exposed in the moonlight beaming through the open window. Her pussy seemed to glimmer slightly in the weak light; she probably fingered herself to sleep.
The sight and the faint smell of her pussy made his cock twitch; he was incredibly aroused. He could jack off, cum on the floor, she wouldn't have to know who it was. He started stroking himself, rubbing his fat green cock with his calloused scaly hands. His sweaty skin made soft squishy sounds as he rubbed himself, his thick dick soon leaking precum onto the floor. Then he heard a loud BAM.
The door he forgot to close slammed shut from the crosswind between the open windows. The loud noise made him jump and prepare to make a run for it; but then he noticed that she didn't wake up. She slept just like before, not even a stir or a sleepy groan. She must be a very deep sleeper, he thought.
He kept rubbing his veiny, fat shaft, but then he realized... he could be a little braver, if she really sleeps so deeply. He stepped closer to her, and as a test, he ran his rough scaly hands over her body, down her stomach and her thighs. No reaction, other than a little stirring of her hips. Her pussy lips looked open, inviting, and sopping wet. He couldn't resist any longer. If you're doing something wrong, do it well. He knelt over her, aimed his thick, smelly green cock at her slit, and slid in with an audible squelch.
He had to resist cumming right then, groaning a "Hnng" through his clenched teeth, his balls churning painfully under him.
He slid back out, and in, squelch. Only a soft, sleepy moan could be heard from her, then a few snores until her breathing normalized, then she was asleep just as deeply as before.
Gabriel felt his head spinning from excitement and pleasure. Her cunt and the sheets under her were drenched, and she was so tight that he felt like his cock was being strangled by her insides.
He slid out, and in, again and again, his thrusts getting faster and stronger each time. It only took him a minute until his huge balls tightened and he was over the point of no return.
His cock and his whole body pulsed, he let out a throaty groan ("Hnnah!") and filled her up, spurting ropes of searing hot spunk deeply into her, each pulse letting out about a cupful of his seed. The first two went into her to fill her up, the third was too much, squirting out from her onto the sheets.
At this point, he pulled out with a wet plop, and started to pump his cock with his hand with furious speed, unloading another rope across her tummy and the side of her face, even her hair, followed by five or six more of these giant spurts, all over her body, completely soaking her front side in about two litres of thick, bittersweet jizz.
When the flow slowed down, he climbed over to her face and started rubbing himself again, with slower, deeper motions, rubbing out the remaining "droplets", covering her face, hair, and neck in about another cupful.
He stepped back on wobbly legs to take in the beautiful sight of the cum-soaked skunk and catch his breath, still stroking his softening (yet still massive) cock.
She stirred a little bit, and let out another soft, dreamy moan through her closed lips, and Gabriel's cock sprung hard again. Not wanting to push his luck much further, but wanting to unload, he just stood and wanked himself with their combined juices as a lubricant, just looking at her beauty while he wanked, slup-slup-slup-slup...
Soon, his second load arrived, splattering her bed, her body, and the opposing wall in another messy orgasm that made him fall to his knees with a thud and a silent roar.
When he caught his breath again, he felt two things; satisfaction, and the fullness of his bladder. He had quite a few rum and cokes inside by this time, and like usual, he had the urge to clean the pipes after cumming.
Dizzy and drunk, he wobbled between her legs again, grabbed his softening cock, and let it out, aiming the hot yellow stream right onto her pussy first, then just all over the place, getting her and her bed drenched in the sharply smelling golden liquid.
He stood back to take another good look at his handiwork, cursing that he didn't bring his phone to take pictures. She moaned and started to stir like someone who was about to wake up. Gabriel backed off, scared to be caught, turned, and ran, not even closing her door again, leaving a trail of dripping liquids behind himself as the only clue to his crime.