"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I thrust up into my hand. "You're a good little cocksucker, Annie, you're gonna make me come so hard."

In my fantasy, she pulled her head back for a minute, still stroking me as she looked up at with those brilliant blue eyes and that mischievous little smile and whispered, "Come in my mouth. I want to taste you."

That was it. That was just fucking it. There was no holding back, and I shoved myself into her mouth as I came, flooding her throat with waves of hot, white fluid, and she swallowed it all, too, like a good girl. Of course, that was my fantasy. In reality, I had a sticky cock in my fist and cum all over my belly. I wondered briefly if the wetness might cause a short in one of the wires and I grabbed the sheet and hastily wiped up the mess.

My fantasy Annie had disappeared almost as soon as my last shuddering wave of cum hit the air, and I glanced around the darkened room, feeling guilty for my indulgence. I reached down to the end of the bed and pulled up the blanket, ditching the balled up sheet. When I laid down again, my whole body relaxed. I could definitely sleep, now. Like a baby.

When the door opened, I jumped, startled, and Annie came in, coming over to push buttons on the machine I was hooked up to.

"Sorry," she murmured, glancing at me and smiling. "I didn't mean to startle you."

"That's ok." I flushed. "I wasn't asleep yet."

"I know," she said, her eyes meeting mine before she turned to go.

I wondered at her statement as she glanced over her shoulder at me and said,

"Oh, by the way, there’s a camera running. They like to watch you in your sleep for anything that could be disrupting you."

I was glad for the darkness, because my cheeks were burning as I watched her turn, that little smile dancing over her face. Still, I couldn't help admiring the soft sway of her hips as she left the room.