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I Dream...

By: klingongal



...and smile as i open my eyes. The sun shines brightly this morning as i rise from the bed that You have allowed me to sleep in again....with You. You stir and moan a bit as my chains rattle against each other; i move more slowly so as not to awake you. i shiver a little as i slide on my robe that You have permitted me to wear on these chilly mornings. As per Your instructions last night, i am now allowed to remove the ankle and wrist restraints, so that i may begin my daily household duties.

i patter to the kitchen where i contemplate what You might like to eat for breakfast. Pancakes? French Toast? Eggs? Finally i decide that You will probably be famished after O/our intense session last night; i decide to make a bit of everything. 

The coffee maker is spitting and making it's customary noises, the delicious smell wafting through the air. Soon i hear You moving about in the bedroom, and my heart begins to beat faster in anticipation. i take a breath and quickly walk down the hallway to the bedroom. Upon seeing that You are sitting up at the side of the bed, i fall to your feet, my customary spot, looking down and awaiting Your recognition of my presence.

A few minutes pass....You ignore me, or contemplate me, or admire me, i don't know which. i am patient....i would wait forever for one of Your loving touches, Your hand under my chin acknowledging that i may look upon Your face. Finally, i feel Your hand touch my cheek, and Your request to arise and help You dress. You send me to fetch Your clothes for today, a day that W/we will spend together as You please. You tell me specifically which clothing to bring, and i start the process of dressing You.

I long to touch You intimately as i stand before you....and i can see that You are feeling the same...but You are in control, and You have not given permission to touch; so, i pull Your shirt over your head, and linger imperceptibly as i zip up Your pants. Socks, shoes; i comb your hair, and shave Your face, and assist You in brushing Your teeth. 

As we finish, You tell me that You have observed my behavior this morning, and although i have been almost ideal, there has been one infraction in my actions: i touched You, erotically, without permission, and so must be punished. i panic somewhat; i stutter, "i am so sorry, Sir!" as You hold my arm in a firm grip and pull me along back into the bedroom. You pause over the toys....and select the leather paddle, my least favorite toy. 

"Down on your hands and knees, slut!" You order. i obey. Your left hand slowly caresses my ass for a moment, and then the paddle slams down onto my right butt cheek. i cry out as i feel the sting....You rub the spot with Your hand, and then smack my left cheek with the paddle. i scream again....crying, i calm down as you rub my other cheek. Your hands now massage my sore ass; i apologize again, and You accept. You tell me that You have one more thing for me to do. I reply, "Yes, Sir....whatever You desire Sir..." You tell me to bring the medium butt plug. i search the "treasure chest" for this toy, find it, and bring it along with the KY. "Good little slut," You praise. i glow....You tell me to bend over, You put the KY on the plug and my asshole. You start moving Your finger around, in and out of my asshole...slowly...and You can sense the excitement building in me. At the point that i am almost ready to cum, You stop....then slowly insert the butt plug. Slight pain...and then it is firmly wedged in place. You tell me that i must keep it there until You tell me to remove it. i swear to you that i will....anything for You. My Sir. 

W/we finally move on to the kitchen for breakfast. The food has grown cold. i am alarmed; i wanted everything to be perfect for You...You laugh and say that i may warm Your food in the microwave, and You smack my already sore bottom. i smile, relieved, and do so. W/we eat the food, and You compliment me on my keen anticipation of Your need for a large breakfast. You smile, and my heart becomes light with joy. 

After You signal that i may clean up, You move on to the living room, where You watch the TV. i rush to clean up from breakfast, then i shower and take care of my personal hygiene. You watch as i shave my legs, and even take the razor from me to shave my mons. It is erotic; i almost orgasm, but Your fingernail flicking over my nipple stops that train of thought. "No....Not yet, my little cunt. You can cum later," you warn. 

You then lead me to my closet. You pull out a skirt, blouse, stockings, shoes, fancy bra. i am surprised; normally i am not allowed to dress beyond my robe for warmth. You tell me to get dressed, and to look nice; W/we are going out today! i can barely conceal my excitement. You smack my butt again, good-naturedly, but i wince nonetheless. You notice and rub my ass for a moment, savoring the feel....then command me again to get dressed. 

The skirt does little to hide the slash marks from the caning You gave me last night. i am somewhat embarrassed and mention this; You roughly grab my hair in Your hand, forcing me to look You directly in the eyes, and say, "You will wear what I tell you to wear."

Tears come to my eyes, but i demur. It doesn't matter....i am Yours, and i will do what You want me to do. There is no question of that. i am still learning....and You are teaching me. If the marks show, then i will wear them with pride. You smile as You see the changing emotions cross my face; You take my hand, and lead me out to the car.

W/we drive for an hour or so. My hair blows in the wind; it has warmed up, and You have taken the roof off, letting the sun shine down on both of U/us. My ass is in direct contact with the leather seat, my skirt pulled up, and my legs spread for Your access. You reach over every now and then as we are driving to our destination...playing with me, teasing, almost making me cum....and then You back off at the last moment, leaving me wanting. You smile and laugh sadistically. i am frustrated....but i will be patient. 

W/we arrive at a shopping plaza. It is one that i have heard of, but never been to. There is a Tanner's shop here that i have been wanting to visit....as W/we get out of the car, heedless of who may be watching, i slowly drop to my knees before You. You cup my chin in Your hand and tell me to rise, and speak. 

"Sir....there is a Tanner's shop here that i would like to visit...if it is Your will, Sir....please?"

You pause, and seem to be thinking. Finally You tell me that You will think about it. i thank You....and as we walk along the plaza, i see that the Tanner's is the exact place that we are going.

You stop as we arrive in front of the store. "Now, my little slut....do not think that we are here because of your request," You say firmly. "No, Sir, Thank You Sir," i reply, curious. He continues, "I had this trip planned for some time. Follow Me."

W/we enter the store. The smell of leather hits me like an icy blast of air....i practically reel from it. My Sir smiles....he knows that this is a BIG turn on for me. As W/we wander the aisles, looking at the items for sale, He watches me. As i take deep breaths, smelling the leather, He reaches over and thrusts his hand between my thighs. i start to protest, and then think better of it....i go with the feeling....and when he orders me to cum, i pour out my love into his hand, onto the floor, moaning with pleasure. i don't care who hears. 

"Now, my little cum slut, you will go to the manager and tell him what a mess you have made over here.....and that you need something to clean it up with," my Sir orders. Mortified, i obey. The store manager eyes me knowingly, a conspiratorial grin on his face. i return to the aisle with a handful of paper towels, and clean up the evidence of my orgasm. My Sir makes me take the towels back to the manager, and tell him what i have just cleaned up. i am about ready to start crying, i am so embarrassed...but then my Sir puts His arms around me, and tells me, "I know you can do this. Make Me proud."

i straighten up. That's right....i am doing this FOR HIM. Not for myself. i gather up the courage, and take the towels back to the manager, and tell him what they contain. Then i turn around and return to my Sir without looking at the manager's face again. The smile on my Sir's face is enough reward for doing my task.

W/we pick out a few mundane items; a purse, wallet, belt. At the checkout, He asks to speak to the manager. i am embarrassed and curious at the same time....why? When the manager sees who is asking for him, he brings out a box and hands it to my Sir. 


"Thank-You, Robert," my Sir tells him. "I shall have need of your services again sometime soon, I am thinking....my little slut here is quite enamored of the whips and floggers that you have made for me previously, and in fact has worn out one of them...." 

The two men laugh and smack each other on the backs as i bow my head and try to make myself invisible. So this is the man who made those lovely leather things my Sir used on me! Suddenly i have to stifle a giggle....i should be very grateful to this man! 

Outside the store, my Sir once again leads me to another entrance. This one is dark, and there is not a single marking to indicate what kind of store it might be; and once we are inside, silent hands whisk us apart and I hear my Sir tell me to obey whatever orders i am given. Shaking, i follow the lead of the person in front of me. It is pitch dark--i cannot see a thing.

i am led along until my "captor" forces me down to my knees. A blindfold is placed over my eyes, and i vaguely can make out through the edges that someone has turned on lights. i hear a rustling noise; it sounds like people! An awful feeling rises in my stomach....like something is not right, like perhaps i am now on a stage, on my knees, being displayed to many strangers....my heart beats so fast, it is a wonder it does not leap out of my chest. 

A voice booms out, "Look upon this woman. She is here today by order of her Sir. Observe her, and observe well.....her fate is in your hands."

i gasp when i hear this. What is going on? Is this some kind of mistake? What is happening to me? I hear my Sir's voice suddenly in my ear, telling me again to OBEY WHATEVER ORDERS I AM GIVEN. i relax. Hands start removing my clothes; i am almost ready to sob again, but i limply allow them to do their job. my hands are shackled and tied in front of me, and am slowly raised up to my feet. i feel restraints being buckled onto my ankles, and a large, heavy belt being buckled around my waist. i cry out in surprise as i start to rise in the air, suspended from the wrists, ankles, and waist. i am spread out, hanging in the air for these people to see....and then i feel the stinging tickle of a rubber flogger across my stomach. Then again across my thighs....breasts....and other parts of my body. Someone is below me, pinching and smacking my ass; i can feel more and more hands on me, touching me all over. i can feel clothespins being placed all over me; someone had put vibrating nipple clamps on my breasts, and turns the motor up on high. i moan and try not to struggle. A voice says, "Do NOT cum. Not yet. We will tell you when you may cum."

i obey. i struggle inside myself....trying not to orgasm, trying to control the revulsion mixed with extreme pleasure that i am feeling. i hear the swish of a quirt and almost immediately feel the painful sting on my ass. Someone is breathing heavily in my ear; a voice i recognize whispers, "Yes, my little slut, my cunt, my slave.....you want to cum....don't you?" It is my Sir!!! 

"Yes, Sir.." i moan. He grabs a handful of my hair, jerking my head up, and gives me a long and hard kiss. "Then CUM, my little bitch.....CUM FOR ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!"

i can't contain it anymore. Screaming and bucking, i cum and cum and cum, an endless wail of release....and am surprised to feel like i am rushing down a tunnel, on a slide....the wind blows my hair back....i throw out my hands and just revel in the pleasure of moving very fast...and then i can see myself, hanging in midair, not moving...my Sir touching my hair, talking to me....watching myself being lowered onto the floor....

Abruptly, i open my eyes, and see that i am no longer wearing the blindfold. My Sir is holding me in his arms, smiling at me. i snuggle up next to him. He allows this for a moment, and then bids me to stand up, which i do slowly and painfully. Helping to steady me, we stand in front of the other people who are in the room, about 20 of them. i wonder what is next.

He begins. "Thank you everyone for coming today. I assume you have reached a decision in this matter?" 

A young brown-haired woman stands up, and recites, "We have decided favorably in this matter. Your slave has shown that she knows how to obey, no matter the situation, and she has also shown that she trusts you implicitly. 

"Your love for her is apparent, as is her love for You. She has endured submission, humiliation, and pain from you and from others under your direction; she is ready for the next step."

The woman steps forward with....the box from the leather store! She holds it in front of You, and You open it lovingly. i gasp as i see what you pull from the box....it is a beautiful, gorgeous COLLAR! i can't help it....the tears start....and You say to me, "I am well-pleased with you, my slut. You have proven yourself to me, and to others. You are MINE. Now and forever. I wish for You to accept this collar as physical proof to others of My ownership of you. What do you say?"

Sobbing, i can do nothing other than vigorously nod my head YES!!!! Your hands lovingly fasten the collar around my neck; i hear the click of the lock as you turn the key. This is permanent. This is real. This is my love for you; i will wear this collar forever, showing anyone and everyone that i am YOURS. i will do anything for you, anytime, anywhere, no matter the cost to myself, physically or psychologically. i am YOURS. And i know that You will always, ALWAYS take care of me. 

With tears streaming down my cheeks, i turn to you, and say, in front of all these strangers, for the very first time, "i love You....MASTER."

I Dream - I Dream of Her



My editor Angel has once again done a wonderful job of editing this story. My sincerest thanks to her for all the hard work and effort.

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The night is still. A gentle breeze blows through the trees and only the rustling of the fallen leaves disturbs the stillness of the night.

My thoughts are interrupted, I look up at the moon and smile. She smiles back, her wan smile, illuminating the night sky. To her right stands Taurus the bull, his head lowered ready to charge and defend his realm. On her left stands the stuff of legends, the Centaur, timeless and graceful he stands bow in hand a perfect balance between Taurus and the Unicorn.

My gaze drifts briefly to each one before I slip back into my own thoughts. I dream of her. The limpid eyes, tender and full of love, the long lustrous locks as black as the night and softer than silk. The soft tinkling laughter that is music to my ears and sets my mind aflame with unbridled desire. I dream . . . I dream of her.

The moon looks down in sympathy for the love I have and the love I do not possess. I lie down and close my eyes. Sleep comes almost immediately. The great Taurus snorts and paws the night sky, he has no time for love and emotion. Centaur simply nods, the understanding of ageless wisdom. Only the moon watches over me, we are alone she and I. The breeze ruffles my hair and gently kisses my cheek. Of all this I am not aware as in my slumber I dream... I dream of her.

The crowing of the cock awakens me from my ooh so perfect dream and I wake to the bitter harsh realities of the world. I look out the window; my friends Taurus, Centaur and the moon are gone. I lie back in bed hoping to grab another moment's sleep till the shrill voice of my mother reminds me it is a school day. I hasten out of bed and into the bathroom. 'Same shit, different day,' I think to myself, as I complete the mundane tasks of brushing my teeth, showering and changing into my uniform. It is while I am munching on my cereal that a sudden realization hits me. 

'Oh my GOD! It's her birthday today.'

I curse myself for being an idiot, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. 'What do I get her? Why oh why did I forget. Christ,' I think to myself, 'I'm only a kid. I have trouble getting lunch money. Where am I going to get enough money to buy her a present?'

Hurriedly I finish my cornflakes, kiss my mom goodbye and race off to school. My feet pound on the gravel path, my mind working overtime, I curse myself for the umpteenth time. Amidst all the chaos something I once heard my father say comes back to me, 'Of course,' I think to myself, 'flowers, that's it I'll get her flowers.' 

A quick detour through the neighbor's gardens and soon I have what I feel is the perfect red rose. Not too big not too small, each petal perfectly formed and ready to flower into its full glory. 'Like our love,' I think with a sense of satisfaction.

I increase my speed and make it to school well before time. Immediately my eyes spot her, surrounded by friends and well wishers. I want to go to her to give her my token of love but I don't, I can't and so the rose remains in my bag till the end of the day. It is on my way home that I see her in front of me walking by herself. 

'Here's my chance,' I think to myself, and mustering all my courage I approach her. 

"Excuse me . . . th . . . th . . . this is for you. H.H.Happy birthday," I say. 

She turns around and taking the rose from my hands looks at me. For a second there is silence. Her lips quiver and break into a smile. Slowly the smile is replaced by a chuckle, which turns into peals of laughter. "This is pathetic," she says, "even a loser like you should know better." 

Her eyes are no longer soft. They seemed cold, frightening somehow. "Who are you anyway, I don't even know you?" 

I try to tell her, tell her of the times we have bumped into each other, at the football field and on the way home. I explain to her that she once smiled and waved at me. "And that made you think what?" she asks her voice indignant, "wait till I tell everyone at school," she says throwing the rose away before walking off. 

I gently pick up the fallen flower. After a day in the heat it has withered. Its petals have fallen away. It will never flower into the beauty and radiance to which I had imagined. Like our love, it is finished.

I somehow manage to make it home without crying, and rush straight into the bathroom, where the tears can flow freely. I cry, till I can cry no more. I feel drained, empty and emotionless. I fill the tub with hot water and slip in for a bath, contemplating my life. The water numbs my body and I do not even feel the pain as I slit my wrists. No longer will the moon smile down in sympathy at me. No longer will Taurus snort at my displays of emotion. The great Centaur will simply nod his head with the wisdom of one who has seen it all. I feel lightheaded as if floating. I lie back close my eyes and dream. I dream of her . . . 



I Dream of Alexandra



I looked up from the couch to see Alexandra Steele standing over me in a short red dress that was rather low cut, enough so that I could see the curve of her breasts. It showed her bare thighs and calves off quite well. Farther down were a pair of platform spike heels. She looked very inviting.

"You just get comfortable honey. It's been a busy morning. Here, let me relax you." She looked stunning in the red dress and spike heels, her long bare legs just begging for me to stroke them. 

I looked up at her. "Alexandra...I can't believe you're here. I've watched and admired and, honestly, lusted for you for years. This is a dream come true." 

Alexandra smiled. "I know how you dream of me, how you want me, and how long you've been waiting for this. I wanted to come here to help you have a really pleasant dream." As she was talking, she undid the button on my shorts, then unzipped me. My cock was already half hard when she opened my pants. As she leaned forward, I got a wonderful view of her tits, round and full. Without a bra to restrain them, they were teasing me with the hard nipples standing up, swaying as she undressed me. She stroked my cock a couple of times, getting me fully erect. She slid my shorts down for better access, then climbed over me on the sofa, straddling me. I could see her nipples poking at the thin fabric of her dress, then the fullness of them as she leaned over to kiss me. I felt them on my chest through her dress as she pressed herself to me as we kissed. My cock twitched in anticipation. She broke our kiss, then sat up. 

"You look gorgeous, Alex," I said to her, still marveling that she was with me, sitting atop me. 

"Thanks," said Alexandra, giving me that thousand watt smile. "I wanted to wear something memorable for you." She looked at my cock bobbing down below her. "I can see you're already having a memorable day."

She looked back at me, then pulled her left arm out of her dress, followed by her right, letting it drop so I had a clear view of her slightly freckled breasts. I reached to her and played with them as she leaned forward to kiss me again, then fed me the left one followed by the right. Her nipples were hard when I first saw them; now they were really standing up from the round, dark red areolae, just begging to be sucked. I reached forward to put one in my mouth again, but Alexandra stopped me. "You'll get more of those in a minute," she said, sitting back up. She lifted her dress to reveal a pair of sheer red panties, the same color as her dress, but much thinner, and I was able to see her dark bush through them. She pulled them to one side, exposing her pubic patch and opening labia. 

"I want to taste you," I said, looking at her pussy lips opening to me, framed by her thick pelt. 

Alexandra smiled. "Any other time, I'd let you take all day to taste all of me. But I have to get back to the studio soon, I'm only on a quick break. I need you in me." With that, she took my cock, gently stroking it a couple of times, and put it at the entrance to her already well moistened pussy. She slid me in, and I felt her labia take hold of my dick, going in about half way. Alex pulled off me til my cock was playing at her opening, teasing her clit. She rubbed it around there for a few moments. I took her hips and moved her so she got the full feel of my swelling dickhead on her lips and clit. Alex smiled, then grimaced as she had a small orgasm. As she was coming off it, she took my cock and sank down on it, til I felt her ass on my balls. She started riding me, slowly at first, then a little more forcefully as our rhythm picked up. She leaned forward and we kissed. This gave me a little more room to work, and I pounded into her a couple of times, my balls slapping on her skinny ass from underneath. Alex opened her eyes wide as she felt the force of my thrusts. "Wow, that was great. I love a big pair of balls slapping on me like that, God, it's so hot."

Alexandra now lifted up a little as she continued to ride me, and I was able to get her right breast to my mouth. I kissed the underside, working to her nipple, which was now standing up so hard it had to hurt. I took it in my mouth, making Alex yelp as I put a little pressure on it with my teeth. I flicked it with my tongue as I held it, making Alexandra start to moan. I sucked on it gently but firmly til I felt her shudder and catch her breath. 

"I love when my partner pulls and sucks my nipples like that. It makes me come so hard," Alex said, breathing hard. I now took the left nipple, giving it the same treatment, only a little rougher, and played with the right one, not letting go of either til Alexandra let out a deep moan and her pussy creamed all over my cock. I held it in her deep, letting her hips buck and thrust around it as I eased up the pressure on her tits. I gently kissed them as she recovered from her orgasm, looking down at me with a smile. "That was amazing. I haven't come that hard in a long time." 

Alex had stopped riding as her orgasm subsided, and it was wonderful to feel her now supremely wet pussy all around my cock. She felt it too, as I was now able to really reach her depths, my head resting on her cervix as she sat on me. "You're so deep, I love how you fill me," she said as she started to ride me again slowly. 

"You got so wet just then, it's easy to go deep in you. I love the way you feel on me, you're so wet, and I love how your thick curls feel sliding up and down my cock. Your legs around me with those heels is driving me crazy. This is better than I could ever imagine." 

Alex leaned forward and kissed me hard as she kept her pace. She was getting me ever closer to a big orgasm of my own, and I soon felt my come starting to boil up from my balls. I pushed up into Alex deep.

"Alex, honey, I'm coming. I'm going to fill your womb and send you back to work full of my sperm."

Alex suddenly looked alarmed. "No, sweetie, no, I can't have you come inside me. I have to go home to my husband, I can't go to him full of another man's sperm. He's very jealous!!" She scrambled to get off me just as I started to shoot, a big spurt of my come going inside her. My cock flopped out of her, spewing a big load on my belly as Alexandra looked down. "Wow, you come a lot," she said as she watched burst after burst of semen spill from me. She looked at me with a wistful smile, then said softly, "I wish I could have had that inside me. Maybe next time." I looked at Alex, now hovering over me, and watched as some of the come I had shot in her dripped out of her spread lips. She reached down and put two fingers into her pussy, feeling the sperm inside. 

"I'm sorry, Alex, I didn't know you wanted me to pull out. I'd have told you sooner."

Alex smiled. "It's OK. Maybe there's not that much, and I can take care of it. But it will be warm and wet down there for the next few days..." Suddenly I looked up and saw Alexandra on the TV, where I had The Weather Channel on. She was pointing at the map, which showed a large area of rain over the Gulf coast. She was wearing the same red dress and heels, and her eyes were looking right into mine. Somehow I knew she was not talking only of the rain down south. Then I realized that the Gulf was not the only place that was warm and wet-my pants and crotch were soaked with sperm. Alexandra had truly given me a very sweet dream. As I came around, I realized I had dozed off with the weather on, looking at Alexandra in front of the big weather map in that hot dress, and she worked her way right into my dreams. 

I need to take more naps!!



I Dream of Daddy



I went to my parent's house one Friday and by 8 o’clock I was getting pretty bored so I decided to see if there was anything to bake in the house.  I found a box of fudge brownies.  I had mixed everything and was making a little bit of a mess putting the mix into the pan. I used my finger to push all the mix off the spoon into the pan.  I was just licking the batter off my one finger when I felt someone standing behind me. 

"That's quite a mess you’re making there." My father's voice was soft behind me. I turned to face him pulling my finger slowly out of my mouth.

I was surprised to see him; I thought he would have been out of the house all day with my mother. "It's not easy to get the mix from the bowl into the pan. Plus this is the fun part.  Don’t you remember when I was younger this was my favorite part."

I put more mix onto my finger and held it out for my dad, "Want some?" Thinking he would shake his head no.

Instead he walked closer to me and took my finger into his mouth and slowly licked the mix off. He took his own finger and scooped some mix from the bowl on the counter and moved it towards my mouth. I opened my mouth and tried to lick it off but he pulled his hand back and shook his head no. He put the mix on my lips and then moved close to me and licked it off. I slightly parted my lips and his tongue slid into my mouth.  We embraced in a kiss that seemed to last forever. His hands rested on my lower back, mine around his neck.  He pulled me towards him and my body pressed against his.

He broke the kiss and then he took more onto his finger and placed some on my neck and licked it off and slightly sucked a bit on my neck. With out talking he moved me against the counter and removed my shirt. He trailed a line of mix down from my neck down to my breasts. Followed the path with his tongue. He took my bra off and covered my nipples with mix and proceeded to lick and suck the mix off. His tongue swirled around my nipples and he took little nips at them with his teeth. Once he was sure they were nice and hard he moved on with his chocolate expedition.

He took my pants off and lifted me up to sit on the counter; he trailed a line down my stomach to the top of my panties dipping his tongue under my panty line.

"Can I?" he finally spoke.

"Yes" I barely whispered out.

I spread my legs wider and he pulled my panties down and he trailed a line from my belly button down and followed with his tongue. My father then started to eat me out all the while I was moaning in pure joy.  He licked up my slit and focused on my clit. He just worked his tongue in ways I’ve never felt before.  He even tongued fucked me for a bit to bring me near climax only to return to my clit to bring me to peak.

Once he brought me to climax I slid off the counter and kissed him tasting myself on his tongue. We kissed passionately for a while before I started to undress him. Dad had used almost all of the mix on me but I took what was left and placed it on the head of his cock. I licked the mix off and took him into my mouth and started to suck his cock. He grabbed the back of my head and started to really fuck my mouth. But it was ok; I loved every minute of it. He shot his load into my mouth and I swallowed as much as I could.

Daddy pulled me up to my feet and kissed me deeply again. I pressed my naked body up against him and could feel his hard cock against me. I leaned up and whispered in his ear that I wanted him in me and I couldn’t wait any longer. And he didn’t say anything and he lifted me up and carried me into the living room and laid me on the couch and slowly entered me.

We didn't fuck, or have rough sex. We made love, it was slow and loving and perfect. After we both finished we moved onto the floor and cuddled up under blankets and fell asleep in each other's arms. I woke up to him rubbing my breast and when I turned to see him he greeted me with a kiss and I was almost instantly ready for him again. This time we fucked. It was rough, fast and loud. 

Just as my father bent me over the coffee table I heard the distant ringing of a phone. It got louder each time it rang. That's when I woke up and realized it had all been a dream. My father wasn't home nor was he coming home this weekend. Him and my mother we're away on a small vacation to try to rekindle their sex life or so my mother had said at lunch. I was alone on my parent's couch and horny as hell.




I Dream of David



Dave, dear David. I have longed to have your sweet meat all to myself for as long as I can remember, and now I have you. We are in a cave in the Sierra Nevada watching the sun rise. You don't know I want you to drive your stake into my willing soil, but I won't let a minute go by without you finding out. 

You wake up disoriented; you just had a strange dream you wanted to tell me about, only to find out it's coming true. You moan in appreciation for my talents. I am devouring your cock, sucking it with all my might. My tongue ring twists your mind in knots when I use it to probe along the ridge of your dick head, and when I deep throat you almost blow your wad. But you stay in control as I always knew you would. I love it when you grab my head and fuck my mouth like it's a ripe, wet pussy and love to feel your johnson test, touch, and tease the back of my throat. I work my magic to make you cum faster and pollinate my oral orifice with your seed. 

Fully awake now, you feel it's time for you to taste my sweet, juicy womanhood. You stand me up and put one of my legs on your shoulders and dig in like a man starved. I simply cannot help but moan as I run my fingers through your sandy brown hair while you flick your tongue masterfully across my clit and invades my inner spaces. Heavy breathing greets your ears when you mate your lips to my lower lips. Then your finger collects some of the nectar from my drenched vagina to lubricate my asshole I lose all control, my legs turning to water. That doesn't slow you down in the least; you are supporting my full weight with one arm and you have a finger in my most forbidden place all the way up to the third knuckle, all the while your tongue still working as if it has a mind of it's own. Cumming was a forgone conclusion. And boy do I cum! 

I am caught up in the ecstasy. I want you to fuck me like the dirty slut I am. I tell you exactly how much I want it and it sets your ears to burning and your heart to racing. You rise from your knees to kiss me, letting me taste my own essence on your tongue Not wasting any time, you enter my slick opening. The moment etches itself in time, the world goes in slow motion. You take me to another dimension and it's more than I ever could have imagined. And your power! You fuck me so hard it's as if you are trying to ram your cock up through my mouth from the wrong direction. It's all I can do to grip your hips with my legs in a scissor lock and hold on for dear life. You evoke every gutter-mouthed phrase I have ever spoken; I'm a wild woman and you make me wilder. As you plunge deep into me I cum while screaming your name.

I must ride you! I must ride as high as the mountain you are nailing me to. I place my hands on your chest to steady myself and with my feet on the ground I bounce up and down on a cock that is harder than the cave floor. You fill me up completely and it feels great. The longer we go the more vigorous my movements on your huge cock. The muscles of my honey pot jack you off as I slide down your fireman's pole, giving me orgasm after orgasm, climax after climax.

I try to slow but you'll have none of that. You have me stand again, turn me around like you are frisking me, grab my hips and slam it home. You pull my hair as I throw my body back at you. When I don't scream loud enough for your taste you redden my ass with the palm of your hand, making it jiggle. Whenever you reach around and rub my clit it sends an electric shock I feel down to my bones. I swear I am carving grooves into the cave wall with my nails from the pleasure of it all. Your name is my talisman, I say it over and over, lost in pleasure and never wanting to be found. When you are close to cumming I am ready to take it all. I tell you to cum on my ass. I demand you do it ASAP. I want it, I need it, I have to have it, and you give me what I desire. Your jism is hot lava slowly creeping down the crack of the ass you splattered buckets upon. I'm all set to clean off the tool that up has given me so much pleasure and to reward David for his hard work. I'm on my knees in front of him, his body my altar. I take his cock in my hands and move toward it, mouth open wide when I'm interrupted by a hand on my shoulder, rudely shaking me.

"Did you have a nice dream??"