The Dream
Her hair was wrapped around his closed fist, forcing her head back toward him. She was kneeling, facing away from him, resting on her elbows, as he stood behind her. She could feel his hardening cock pressed against her thigh. His other hand was toying with her already dripping pussy, occasionally bringing a soaked finger up to tease her ass.
She was a bundle of pure sensation. She felt her face flush, as he leaned over her to whisper in her ear, “You are mine. This” he added, slapping her pussy, “is mine.” His words sent a chill through her body, stiffening her nipples as they grazed the top of the soft comforter covering the bed. She tried to nod, but her head was immobile from his iron grip in her hair. Instead, she moaned aloud, “Yes Sir.” She felt his dick throb against her as she said these words.
Without warning, he stood back up and plunged his engorged cock into her drenched pussy, burying it completely. She gasped as she felt him fill her and whimpered softly when he began fucking her slowly. He pulled her head back and increased the rapidity & forcefulness of his thrusts. She could feel her climax start to build in her middle as his cock made contact with her g-spot with every downward drive. With his free hand, he slapped her ass hard, forcing her frenzy into overdrive. She was cumming and she knew she couldn’t stop. She cried out in elation as her orgasm overcame her, flooding her and covering his dick with her cum.
Quickly he pulled his dripping member from her pussy and bent to taste her, burying his face in the cleft of her ass. She felt his tongue protruding between her lips as he lapped at the juice that was flowing from her. She shuddered with aftershocks and his continued oral stimulation. Her body tingled as his tongue and lips ascended across her clit, backward through her slit, across her perineum, and stopped at her asshole. She could sense his tongue tracing small circles around her anus, pushing into it slightly with each passing. “Lubing me,” she thought with a tremor.
She knew she was correct when he stood up again, resting his dick in the cleft of her ass. “This is mine too,” he said as he began finger-fucking her tight hole. She groaned out a “Yes Sir” before succumbing to his demand. She could feel his fingers opening her, stretching her to accommodate his dick. He spat straight onto her asshole and began rubbing the head of his cock across it. Slowly, he pushed the tip into her rectum, allowing her time to acclimatize to its presence, before pressing more of himself into her.
She heaved as she felt him fill this tightest of spaces. She was his, she knew, to do with as he liked. She moved with him as he began pumping in and out of her bum, felt him tense when his climax overtook him, recognized the familiar warmth of his seed as it filled her, heard him growl his favorite expletive with pleasure. “Fuckkkkk,” he snarled, shaking as he withdrew.
She shuddered as she woke. It had all been a dream. She realized her hand was in her panties, her fingers soaked with the juice her pussy had expelled when she came in her sleep. She thought about him, hundreds of miles away, and smiled sadly. She could not wait to make her dreams her reality.