Sleep paralysis is a state during waking up or falling asleep in which one is conscious but in a complete state of full-body paralysis.
During an episode, one may hallucinate (hear, feel, or see things that are not there), which often results in fear.
Sian lay in bed. Her boyfriend was working away from home for the night, so she had the whole bed to herself. As usual, before bedtime, she’d been scrolling through porn online, gently touching herself. Her hands wandered over her petite body, gently stroking her nipples and cupping her perky, small breasts, gliding across her skin and down between her legs where she parted her lips and slid her fingers inside herself, gently fingering and exploring before turning to her clit, circling round and round sensually.
Usually, she’d give herself an orgasm before heading off to sleep, but that night, she was tired; her eyes were struggling to stay open, and she gave in to the need to sleep.
She plugged her phone into the charger and put it on the bedside table. Then, sprawled out in the middle of the bed, facing the ceiling, she stretched out into the bed and yawned, her wavy red hair spread across the pillows, her pretty face settling as she closed her eyes and drifted off.
She thought she was asleep. She was in bed exactly where she remembered being just moments before. Everything was the same, her position, what she was wearing - a soft lace bralette and no panties (she’d removed those when she was pleasuring herself). Not all was normal, though - she could see a figure in the corner of her eye to the right. She couldn’t make out what it was. It looked like a man, but it was so dark and concealed in the shadows that she couldn’t see anything with any real clarity.
Seconds later, Sian noticed another to the left—the same figure—a silhouette of what seemed like a tall, muscular man.
She was frightened. Was this real? She had no idea, but she tried to turn her head to the left, and it would not move. She was paralysed. She tried to speak, to ask who these strange figures were - nothing. She tried to move her arms and push herself into a sitting position in the bed, but her hands were trapped. All she could do was move her eyes left and right, up and down. That’s it.
As Sian looked around, trapped in her body, she saw more figures: behind her, at the foot of the bed, to her sides. This was impossible—how were they behind her? Her bed backs onto the wall! None of this made the blindest bit of sense.
That’s when she started to analyse them more; when she began to see more details in these shady figures.
They were men. They were naked. Muscular, naked men. All of them with large, thick penises that were standing to attention. They were stroking them as they stood in the room, facing her. These men had no faces - just a flat surface. But their bodies and their cocks were so defined. So… perfect.
Were they aliens? Was this some kind of abduction? What was going on?
All these thoughts rushed through her head and, in amongst the confusion, she realised something - she wasn’t scared anymore - There was not an ounce of fear in her mind. It had been replaced. Replaced by an intense feeling of desire. Replaced by deep excitement and arousal.
She could feel it between her legs. Her pussy was dripping wet - a burning, longing sensation, itching to be touched, itching to cum.
The figures were all around her, surrounding her. Two of them, were closer than the others, within a couple of feet on either side of her bed. They were stroking their almost impossibly perfect cocks in the direction of her face. Her eyes circled the room, counting them. Eight. Eight of these… creatures.
The one to her right had moved closer, his penises within inches of her face. He started to groan, to moan with pleasure. And then, it began.
He brought himself to orgasm. His massive, strong penis squirted out a thick wad of cum onto her face. Then another. And another. It splashed across her cheek, onto her forehead, her eyebrow, and into her hair.
As the first figure stepped away, the other closer to her moved forward, positioning his penis close to the left of her face. He unleashed another load, the same consistency and volume—thick, creamy, white, and warm. This time, it decorated the other side of her face, almost like a mirror image.