I woke up soaked, thighs slick and pussy aching like it always does when the dreams hit too hard. The bedpost at the foot of my bed stood there thick and smooth, carved wood polished from years of use, just waiting for me again. I didn't even bother with clothes. I kicked the sheets off, spread my legs wide on the mattress, and crawled forward until my knees hit the edge.
My fingers went straight to my clit first, rubbing fast circles to get the juices flowing. "Fuck, I'm dripping already," I muttered out loud, voice hoarse in the dark room. Two fingers slid inside easy, pumping a few times to stretch myself open. I needed more. I always need more.
Rising up on my knees, I lined my cunt up with the rounded top of the bedpost. It was just the right height when I stood on the bed like this, the thick knob pressing right against my entrance. I lowered down slow at first, letting the wood part my lips and push inside. The stretch burned in the best way, thick and unyielding, nothing like a real cock but deeper and harder in its own filthy way.
"Oh god, yes," I groaned as I sank lower. My walls clenched around the carved ridges, gripping tight. I started rocking, hips rolling in small circles to work it deeper. Each downward grind dragged my swollen clit against the smooth wood. Wet sounds filled the room, my juices running down the post in shiny streaks.
I picked up speed, bouncing harder. My tits bounced with every thrust, nipples tight and begging for attention. I grabbed one, pinching hard while I rode. "Take it, you greedy cunt," I hissed at myself, slamming down until the bedpost bottomed out inside me, pressing against that spot that made my toes curl. My thighs burned but I didn't stop. I couldn't. The need was too raw.
Sweat slicked my skin. I leaned forward, hands braced on the headboard, ass up as I fucked myself on the post like a desperate slut. Every slam sent shocks through my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, that tight coil low in my belly getting hotter and tighter. "Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna come all over this fucking post," I panted, voice breaking.
I rode faster, grinding and bouncing, chasing it.
My pussy fluttered and clenched, flooding fresh wetness down the wood. When it hit, I screamed into the pillow, body shaking, cunt pulsing hard around the thick intruder. I kept grinding through it, milking every wave until my legs gave out and I collapsed forward, the bedpost sliding free with a wet pop.
I lay there panting, ass still in the air, cum and slick dripping down my thighs. But the ache wasn't gone. It never is. I reached back, spread my cheeks, and lowered again, this time angling so the post rubbed right against my asshole too. One more round. Raw, dirty, exactly what I needed. I sank down once more, riding until the second orgasm ripped through me even harder, leaving me wrecked and satisfied on the sheets.
