Have you ever had a dream that felt so real and was so hot, when you woke up you wished you could go back and experience it all over again? … This is my dream.
I arrived at a huge house.
It was like a plantation house, complete with a wraparound porch.
Two large muscular men flanked the entrance but didn’t say a word. Donning dark blue jeans with tight fitting black shirts, they wore sunglasses that hid their eyes.
As I reached the top step, the door opened by itself, as if it expected me that instant. No creaks, no squeaks, just a silent smooth void whispering to enter.
As soon as I entered, it was brightly lit but not damning to the eyes. A beautiful hostess appeared. Brunette, short and busty. She didn’t smile but somehow she still conveyed being warm and inviting. She asked for my information, then pressed a button on a folder she was carrying.
It was very warm inside the house. You could almost say it was hot, but not uncomfortably so. As I stood waiting for my escort, I took a moment to breathe in the atmosphere.
The décor inside was dark… deep shades of navy blue or grey, with a few splashes of white.
There was music playing, but it wasn’t overly loud. A little like R&B, a slower music for dancing
The kind that has a deep bass beat… The perfect tempo fit for a club, for grinding your hips against someone else, or the kind for slow fucking.
There were rules in this house. But then I knew what they were before entering.
To enter, you must be a member, and you must understand and obey the house rules.
Anyone entering this house had consented to be on video.
Cameras were wired into every room, and they never stopped recording. Ever. They caught everything.
No conversation was allowed except to give direction or encouragement to help intensify sexual release.
No real names were used. In this house you had total freedom to be whoever you want to be,
and complete discretion was imperative once you left the premises.
My guide arrived to escort me inside.
She was a sexy blonde wearing glasses, a fitted white blouse and black pencil skirt, and red stiletto heels. Her ass looked amazing in that skirt. Her breasts were full and strained against the buttons of her blouse as if they were begging to escape their enclosure, and I wished I could strip it off her body to take in what she was wearing underneath.
She led me slowly down the main hallway of the house.
A few rooms on the main floor along the way were empty, waiting to be occupied by guests.
Others were already occupied by couples or groups, or by hosts waiting for a guest to join them.
Some rooms had one glass wall for those who wanted to watch, or to be watched.
There were a few tiny rooms clustered together. The middle small room had several holes in the side walls. The back walls top half was a one-way mirror so that the person in that room could watch everything happening inside, and the person inside could watch themselves in the mirror
as they suck and jerk every cock that comes within reach.
Other rooms had clear ceilings for viewing what was happening in the room above or below.
Some rooms had no glass at all, but were furnished with either a bed, or a chaise longue, or a massage table.
I realized that not one of these rooms had a door that could be closed.
There is no promise of privacy from other members within these walls.
Only complete secrecy from the outside.
As I was led through the house I checked out each room we passed and stopped to watch several times. Something about watching strangers share their bodies and being so close I could almost touch them, hearing every word and every sound they made…
I was so turned on, and I wanted to join them so badly. But that wasn’t why I was here.
I continue to follow my guide until finally, we reach the back of the house,
and we walk through a threshold into another kind of room.
My guide showed me several monitor screens on the back wall,
and presented me with my choices.
Each monitor showing live video feed from rooms that are available to me.
Several rooms available were occupied with hosts who are waiting to be selected by a guest
and one of them caught my attention right away…
She was brunette with gorgeous long hair worn in loose waves and a long bang swept to the side.
She was average height, and curvy as fuck.
Wearing black lace Brazilian bikini panties.
And a barely there sheer black bra that hugged her DDD breasts perfectly.
I could see her nipples were peaking underneath the fabric…
and I wanted her immediately.
I pointed to her screen, and my guide gave me a little smile, mostly knowing what I was about to encounter as she beckoned me to follow her.
But she didn’t take me to meet my girl.
She led me downstairs to a huge room
full of lingerie and accessories…
It was a private in-house boudoir
and I could choose anything I might like to wear for my encounter.
She handed me off to a stylist who was there to assist me.
She was a petite black woman with creamy coffee skin, and wearing her smooth hair in curls to her shoulders.
She had a tiny waist, but every other part of her was full and curvaceous.
She wore a simple slinky white tank dress that left very little to the imagination, and white stiletto heels.
There was definitely nothing underneath that dress.
With her help I selected a black satin under-bust corset…
Black patent leather platform pumps…
And a royal blue bra and panty set that was barely more than strategically placed strands of ribbon.
My stylist led me into the next room to change…
But instead of leaving me, she stayed…
and helped me undress.
Each piece of clothing was pulled from my body so slowly…
Her touch barely grazing me…
Her breath on my skin giving me shivers.
When the time came to remove my panties she slowly trailed her fingers down my spine
to reach the small of my back and the waist of the silky panties I was wearing.
She gently slid them down…
over my ass…
down my thighs…
trailing her fingers down my body…
making my nipples and my pussy swell with excitement.
I wanted her to touch me so badly I was aching…
But another rule was in the way.
The house stylists are off limits to guests.
The staff are there to serve only in helping you get ready for your encounter.
Another rule put in place to fuel the sexual tension,
and it was certainly working.
If it’s possible, having her dress me in my outfit was even more arousing.
She pulled the corset ribbons so tight,
pulling me closer to her with every move.
And then my bra and panties came next.
Each bra cup was a row of ribbons
spread out like a fan across each breast,
barely overlapping to contain me.
Having her adjust the ribbons over my nipples nearly did me in right there,
I was already so wet and ready to be touched.
Then she adjusted the panty ribbons one at a time…
Across my hips…
around the curve of my ass…
and along the edge of my pussy,
just barely grazing my lips with her fingers.
She stood slowly and then smiled
Her hand reached up to touch my face
and brushed her thumb softly across my bottom lip
making me inhale sharply at the sensation…
Then she motioned for me to follow her.
My guide waited for me just outside the boudoir.
She led me out of the room and to the stairs,
this time making me walk ahead
and watching my every move.
Up the stairs, back down the hall,
walking so slowly…
Along the way seeing so many others in their rooms…
touching and being touched,
sucking and being licked… toys being used, whips fanning their leather tails on delicate skin…
The moans and whimpers gave me a feeling of slight apprehension but also excitement.
The pulsing between my legs was barely containable at this point.
I needed a release so fucking badly…
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f8co7a/the_dream_ff_just_a_teaser