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My Wildest Dream

By: Bigdenverman



As my wife and I left the film Stardust, a recent film starring Claire Danes, we discussed how much we enjoyed everything about it. There was great visual imagery, a fun story, strange and wondrous characters and excellent acting. Oh, yes...and Claire Danes.

"You really think she is pretty hot, don't you?" Chelsea asked cynically. Chelsea is my wife of over twenty years now, and I guess she knows me better than anyone. I didn't really know how to respond to her question. The simple answer -- oh yes, she is VERY cute and sexy -- was one I didn't dare utter if I expected any affection in the near future. 

"Oh, well, I suppose she has her charms."

What!? My brain rebelled at the wording I had used, which made me sound twenty years older than I was. Chelsea chuckled at me.

"Her charms?"

"Sure. I mean, you know..."

"Admit it, you think she's hot."

"Okay, I admit it."

"Well, I won't feel jealous. In your wildest dreams, you couldn't get Claire Danes."

Well, I knew that, of course. Pointing out that fact was...pointless. Except, I found myself focusing on the phrase she used.

My wildest dreams, huh?

We walked home, holding hands, continuing to discuss the film. As we grew older, we found great solace in spending time together. We had become good friends. 

Yet, I stopped to ponder her phrase. My wildest dreams. I thought that it would not be cheating if, in fact, I were to have sex with Claire Danes in my dreams. They are just dreams, after all. Dreams are fun and harmless, an innocent way to let your fantasies run wild with no repercussions.

So, I brushed my teeth, fluffed my pillow and prepared for bed. Tonight, I was determined to prove my wife wrong. Tonight, I would have hot, nasty sex with Claire Danes. 

I smiled. Muttered unintelligibly. Readjusted my pillow. 

There she was. Across the night club, standing at the bar ordering a drink, was Claire Danes. She looked radiant, as always. She smiled brightly and flipped her hair flirtatiously. Her eyes sparkled, even in the dim light. Every man in the place was watching her every move, but tonight was my night. I couldn't wait to meet her.

I was sitting at a table, playing cards with several of my friends. I had an enormous stack of chips in front of me. I looked at my cards. Royal flush. I raised the current bet, of course, and won the hand.

"Another royal flush?" Dan said, looking completely exasperated. He was finished now; all of his chips were mine. 

"Yeah, boys, when you got the touch, you got the touch. What can I say?" I announced proudly. 

Of course, this was my dream. Indeed, it was my wildest dream. The men were helpless playing cards with me. None of this was real, but that fact didn't take away from the enjoyment I had winning all of their chips. 

I left the table to go find Claire, feeling an awful lot like James Bond. This was going to be good.

I flipped the bartender a chip. "A drink for the lady, Miss..."

"Danes," she responded with a smile. "Claire Danes."

"Charmed," I replied, kissing the back of her hand tenderly.

"Your name, sir?"

Egads, I thought, my name doesn't necessarily roll off the tongue. I tried to come up with a new name, but I chose not to -- this was my dream and, by god, my real name would be sufficient.

"Moskowitz," I responded. "Howie Moskowitz."

"Do you come here often, Howie?" she asked as she accepted her drink from the bartender. 

"No, but your beauty called to me tonight," I responded, looking her straight in the eye. "I could not resist."

"Oh, really," she said. "That's sweet. Sort of."

"Would you care to dance, Miss Danes?"

"No, thank you."

Her words stopped me cold. This was my wildest dream and already there seemed to be a glitch.

"Well, then, would you care to come back to my place for a night cap?" I was impressed with myself for sounding so suave. No woman could resist me like this, not even in real life, but within my own dream they were defenseless.

"No, but I appreciate the offer."

I was stunned. I didn't understand. I thought this was impossible.

"Please?" 

"What?" she answered, looking confused.

"Please will you come back to my place for a night cap?"

"Do you really believe I said no only because you hadn't said please?"

"Well," I mumbled. "This is confusing."

"Why?" 

"This is my wildest dream. This isn't even real. How can you refuse?"

"How do you know this isn't MY wildest dream?" Claire replied.

"Okay," I said, trying to follow her line of reasoning. "Your wildest dream is sitting in a bar and rejecting older men?"

"Good point," she answered. 

"So why won't you come with me? I want to make passionate love with you all night long."

"Ewww," she winced, making a face that looked like she had just eaten a cock roach.

"You're not supposed to say that. This is MY dream."

"Is it?"

"Yes!"

"Well, maybe your subconscious is telling you that your real fantasy is to be rejected by young female movie stars."

"I don't think so."

"Either way, I just don't want to go to your place. I'm sorry."

"My wife was right. This is humiliating."

"What did your wife say?"

"In my wildest dreams, I couldn't get you. I went to bed thinking I would have sex with you in my dreams, but it looks like she was right."

"You could always try again tomorrow night," Claire responded.

"Hey, yeah," I was suddenly excited once again. "Would it work?"

"No, probably not. I don't plan to be here tomorrow night."

"It's my dream! How can you choose to be somewhere or not be somewhere when it's MY dream?"

"I dunno, this place wears on me," she stated, looking around the room. "Too loud, too many weird lights."

I was exasperated. "It's my dream. I can make this place anything I want." 

"You should have picked more classic songs or something. This new stuff doesn't do much for me."

Suddenly, the entire night club changed and took on a cowboy theme. The band on stage was playing a catchy country western song that I didn't recognize. I was wearing a cowboy hat, to go with my vest, jeans and boots. 

"Nice," Claire smiled, looking around the room. "Not really a country fan, but this does look like more fun."

"See? I did this. My dream."

"Okay," Claire admitted. "You've proven your point."

"Will you please come back with me to my place?"

"No, thank you."

"Why?"

"You're not my type."

"What?! See, for you, this isn't real and will never, ever happen. You are in Hollywood or something, not here. This is just a dream. My dream."

"Hate to tell you this, Howie," Claire shook her head at me. "That's not a pick-up line that's going to work on too many girls."

I leaned over the bar and gave up. My wife was right. I couldn't get Claire Danes, even in my wildest dream.

"What's wrong?" Claire asked.

"I just don't get this. Here you are, in my dream, and I can't do or say anything to woo you. I got nine straight royal flushes, for crying out loud, and I can't have you."

"Maybe," Claire looked me in the eye then. "Maybe your wildest dream is not really to go to bed with me. That would be so contrived. Fake. Maybe your wildest dream is to spend time with the real me, and maybe that's why I'm responding to you realistically."

I looked up at her and considered her words. She was a beautiful woman, with a cute smile and bright eyes. She was observant and intelligent as well. 

"No, I'd rather have sex with you."

Claire rolled her eyes and laughed. She thought I was being witty, but I was actually serious. I chose not to tell her that; better to appear witty, probably.

Then, my wife walked into the bar. I saw her step inside and look around. I had no idea what she was doing here, because I was quite certain that my wildest dream did not include her showing up at this moment. It irritated me to no end that people in my dream were becoming self-aware and making independent decisions.

"Oh my god, my wife is here. I'm never going to hear the end of this."

"Your wife? Which one is she?"

I pointed her out. Unfortunately, there was no hiding from her. The cowboy bar I had created in my dream was small, and it was too late to convert it to a corn maze. 

"There you are, you silly man," Chelsea scolded. "You should come home."

"This is my dream, Chelsea. I can do what I want."

"See? If you don't get your sleep, you're cranky."

"Chelsea, this is Claire Danes. The actress. Claire, my wife Chelsea."

"Oh, nice to meet you. We just saw Stardust and loved it. Oh, wait..."

Chelsea stopped. She was deep in thought, trying to recall something. After a second or two, the light bulb went on in her head.

"I remember! Howie told me he had a crush on you. I told him that he could never have you, even in his wildest dreams. Is that what all of this is about?"

I put my head in my hands and tried to blot out the entire world. My degradation was complete. That is, until I felt a pair of hands turn me around.

It was Claire. She gave me a single deep, hot, wet kiss directly on my lips. I was in heaven.

"You," Claire announced. "Are the sexiest man anywhere. You gave me the most powerful orgasm I've ever had. Thank you, you hot hunk of beefy man."

Claire turned and left. She had covered for me. I had, in fact, not been able to bed Claire Danes in my wildest dream, but my wife didn't know that. Or, at least, my wife in my wildest dream didn't know that. 

So, I woke up the next morning and considered all of the implications. Was my wildest dream to have sex with Claire Danes, or just to make my wife think I could? I thought about it for awhile, scratched my head, thought about it some more, then sat down to watch Scrubs. Man, that show is funny.

My Wildest Dreams



I met up with some friends for a girl's night out; we had a few drinks, laughed and shared quite a few interesting stories. The weather outside at 2 a.m. was dreadful, a typical summer thunderstorm in Houston. I thought to myself as I boarded the bus, I was glad I did not have to drive an hour and a half in this weather. The bus was warm from the heat and humidity outside. I was glad I chose to wear a black tank top and long skirt, although the skirt was long, the fabric was gauze and very flowing, so I was comfortable. For some reason there were very few people on the bus at this time, only three others sat in the front near the driver. One more stop and then a long trip across town. 

The bus stopped and a man boarded, he did not stop in the front of the bus, he continued to the back of the bus where I was seated. For a moment I felt a sense of panic, but that left as soon as I saw his face. I knew this man, a brief affair from my past, but he did not seem to recognize me. He sat down next to me without saying a word. 

The bus pulled away from the bus stop and continued on its scheduled run. After about 10 minutes in total darkness, a streak of lightning lit up the bus, then a loud clap of thunder. I shuddered, a chill ran up my spine...I rubbed my arms to warm up. Then I suddenly felt very warm... the man next to me was intently staring at my chest heaving up and down, I did not notice I was breathing so heavy.

The man's eyes were very calming as he said, "its ok sweetie I'm here."

I could see the concern in his eyes, but I also saw something else, pure lust. At that moment I felt a warm sensation flow through my entire body, with a most intense heat between my legs. The intent look in this man's eyes took me off guard, my lips parted as I took a deep breath. He reached up and traced the outline of my lips.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Absolutely delicious, do you know how badly I want to taste you?"

His words and warm breath in my ear caused my nipples to harden. This did not go unnoticed. In a split second his hand reached up to trace circles around the peaks through the fabric of my thin tank top. Looking in my eyes, he knew I wanted more. He pushed down the front of my top, allowing one of my breasts to become fully visible. He was surprised and pleased by their size, looking into my eyes; he ran his hand across my bare flesh. My nipples became rock hard at his touch. He placed the bare nipple between his thumb and index finger and gently rolled his fingers back and forth. My lips once again parted and in that split second his mouth was on my breast. His tongue felt like fire on my skin, as he traced circles around my rock hard peaks. My eyes closed and my head tilted back. I must have let out a small moan as his teeth gently nibbled at my erect nipple, because I heard him let out a muffled laugh. His other hand was teasing my other breast through the thin fabric. After a few minutes he performed the same treatment on the other breast.

After he had finished he once again whispered into my ear, this time his voice was deeper almost like a growl he said, "That was just a small taste of things to come. Now that I have had a sample of your sensuous flesh, I want more, I want to devour you!"

At this time, all I could manage to do was nod my head yes. I glanced over to his crotch area. I could see his body was starting to react in the same way mine was. I started to reach over to feel his hardness through his slacks, but his hand reached out to stop me. 

"Not yet baby, I want you to ache for me. I want you to know pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

The bus came to a stop. Two of the three passengers, a young couple got off at their stop. As the bus driver pulled away the other gentleman in the front of the bus moved forward to talk with the driver. In the back of the bus, what would happen next are the things I had only read or dreamed about...

My breasts were on fire from the touch of the stranger. His hot, wet saliva still on my nipples felt like molten lava.

He whispered again in my ear, in a low growl, "This is your last chance to tell me to stop, after this, there is no turning back."

In a voice that I did not recognize as my own, I said, "Please, don't stop."

Within an instant his hand slid into the waistband of my skirt. His hot mouth was kissing the side and back of my neck. As his hand reached the moist, warm area between my legs, his middle finger traced a path around my clit; then he let out a silent laugh.

"You are already wet." In the lower growl he whispered, "I can not wait, I have to have the taste of you in my mouth now!" 

He slid to the floor and positioned himself on his knees in front of me. He slowly eased my long skirt up to my knees and spread my legs apart. With his fingers he seemed to be mapping out a route for his tongue to take. 

The stranger took one last look in my eyes and said, "Relax babe, as hungry as I am for you, just remember I want you to have pleasures beyond your wildest dreams."

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine my wildest dreams, but with this man inching his mouth closer to my mound, all thoughts were lost. His tongue teased my clit at first, and then as he started to apply more pressure with his tongue my body started to tremble. When he felt my first tremble, he began to slowly run his tongue through the slit of my lips. It was as if he was anticipating what my body would do next, not wanting me to climax yet. He reached up and grabbed my hips pulling me to the edge of the seat. He buried his face deeper between my thighs. His tongue moved in short gentle strokes at first, and then came the long more intense strokes. No one else had ever licked my pussy like he was doing now. I could feel my juices starting to flow, as they mixed with his hot saliva I heard him mutter "delicious". I let out a small moan and threw my head back as he ever so slowly inserted a finger into my hole. He was teasing me, and knew it! As he worked his finger in and out in a slow, methodical rhythm his tongue was playing with my clit in ways I had not even imagined.

His speed increased slowly till I let out a small whimper and whispered, "Please don't stop... I am cumming!"

His pace picked up as my body tensed. I did not realize my legs closed tight against his head as my body was rocked with wave after wave of climatic shudders. As my orgasm subsided he lustfully lapped at my slit as if to take in every bit of juice that was there. Just then the bus stopped again. The gentleman next to the driver exited the bus, leaving us all alone with the driver. As the bus pulled away, the stranger got up and walked to the front of the bus and spoke briefly to the driver. The driver put on a pair of headphones and continued on. As he walked toward me, the look on his face was pure unbridled lust. The man now standing in front of me knew he had all of the power. I was trembling, but not out of fear instead it was anticipation. He stood over me just looking at my body as if he was the lion and I was his prey.

After a few seconds of silence, I reached over to trace the outline of the bulge in his slacks. He looked down at me with a small grin as he unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks. I moved to the edge of the seat facing the man standing in the aisle. As he moved the opening aside, I reached up and took his penis into both of my hands. It was throbbing and growing larger by the second; I leaned forward and took every inch into my mouth. I knew if I waited I would never get all of it in my mouth. I kept it there as long as I could , my nose pressed against the mound of soft hair above the base of his cock, I took in his pure masculine smell as his cock throbbed at the back of my throat. The powerful man standing before me let out what sounded like a small whimper and pulled slowly back. I slowly started moving my head back and forth slowly, stopping each time to run my tongue around the head. My saliva was starting to run down onto his balls, so I stroked his shaft while I licked and gently sucked on them.

In his low growl, the stranger leaned over, and said, "You are driving me crazy, much more of that and I will cum all over your mouth."

I looked at him and shyly smiled. 

"I don't think so!" He growled, "I am in control here sweetie!" 

I did take the chance to lock my lips around his shaft and get a few more licks in on his rock hard rod before he pushed my shoulders back and laid me back onto the seat. He spread my legs and pushed up my skirt. I prepared for his forceful entry, but instead he leaned over and began to once again pleasure my hot, wet pussy. This time he teased his tongue very slowly up and down my slit. I thought I was going to explode! Just then his tongue slipped inside me and I felt a surge of heat through my body that I had never experienced before, my feet even felt like they were on fire.

"Fuck me!" I cried out. I had never uttered those words out loud before, only in my head! "Please fuck me now!" 

The stranger let out a small laugh and said, "Are you aching for me yet?"

"Yes, fuck yes!" I said breathless, "Please."

Before I could finish, He rolled me over and pulled my hips up to his. He very briefly teased my slit with his cock rubbing just the head back and forth. Every time he would get near the opening I would try to thrust my hips closer. At last he slowly parted my lips with the head of his cock and slid into me, but only an inch at a time. Finally he thrust into me hard, his whole body stiffened. His cock was buried inside of me deep, I could feel it throbbing. My body started to tremble.

"Don't move", he whispered. "I want to enjoy this. You are so hot and wet, I love the way you are molded so tight around my cock."

Slowly he started pumping in and out. He would completely remove his penis and slide it back in each time. My body shivered, I was brought to the brink of orgasm several times.

He pulled out and whispered, "I want you on top of me." Then in a growl he said, "Face me, I want to see your face, I want to see the amount of pleasure I am bringing to you!" 

With one leg on each side of his, he lifted my hips and positioned me above his rod. He eased my body down onto his cock. Slowly he moved my hips up and down, never letting his cock enter fully. I was going crazy and he knew it! I wanted more... I wanted him deep inside me! He gave me a devilish grin as he released my hips, let me slide all the way onto his shaft and moved his hips toward the edge of the seat. I started to grind back and forth slowly with his throbbing cock buried fully inside me. The bus stopped...I froze. The stranger smiled as the driver exited the bus.

"Don't worry; he will be back in about 10 minutes."

I smiled as I started my rhythmic grinding again. I tilted my head back and arched my back. As I rocked back and forth, he sucked on my nipples and kneaded my breast. My pace increased, his cock was rubbing deep inside me, and my body was starting to tremble. The stranger reached around and cupped my ass in his hands pulling me closer, driving his cock more forcibly inside me. 

"Don't hold back, baby, I want everything you have."

My body stiffened as my body convulsed. I threw my head back.

"Deeper!" I shouted as my body rocked back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes! I am cumming!" I am not sure which one of us said it, maybe both.

I felt his cock jerk as he shot his cum inside me. We were both soaked from the mixture of our juices mixed together and our bodies were still shaking minutes later. The driver, at some point, had climbed back on the bus. We were back on our way. The last thing I remember, the stranger looking straight into my eyes, giving me a content grin and kissing me gently upon my lips.

I awoke the next morning, alone in my bed. Was it a dream? My body certainly did not feel like it was a dream. Just the thought of the stranger on the bus caused my tits to tingle and my pussy to moisten! I looked over to see the clock on my nightstand, and found a piece of folded paper with a single piece of chocolate. 

The message read...

Delicious! Babe, I knew who you were all along! I could not believe my luck when I saw you seated at the back of the bus! Until next time...sweet dreams, sweetie!

I smiled, then rolled over and went back to sleep, knowing I would never again have trouble trying to remember...My Wildest Dreams!



My Wildest Dreams



I whimpered, struggling as I woke. I tried to roll over onto my stomach, but my arms were restrained above my head, my wrists tied together. My legs were in a similar predicament, stretched out as I lay on my back on the bed, my ankles bound. It was probably the first time my legs had actually been closed in several hours. I wondered how long he'd let me doze.

A deep chuckle came from above me. I swung my head to the left and then the right, but I couldn't see a damn thing with the blindfold on.

"Shh, shh, shh." Rough fingers trailed lightly along my cheek, and I shivered. "You look so lovely, Lilly, my dear. Now, just relax."

I closed my eyes, as if that would make a difference, and took a deep breath. It came out shaky, so I tried again. When I could inhale and exhale without my body shuddering from his constant touch—and the hidden promises in his quiet command—I let my head roll to the side, my cheek resting against my left shoulder.

"That's a good girl." His fingers trailed down my neck, and then his warm hand cupped my cheek.

A sweet smell invaded my nostrils. It was the scent of arousal on his skin—my arousal. I had lost count of how many orgasms I'd had since I'd arrived. Most recently, he had languidly stroked my pussy and clit with those same fingers until I became a writhing mass of limbs. He had secured my wrists and then my ankles together as I came down from my high and drifted off.

Maybe I should make introductions. I am Lilly. I am a sub, as in a submissive. "He" is Seth, my Dom, or Dominant. We met online two years ago in a place where people with kinky sexual desires gather to openly discuss said interests, more commonly called fetishes.

I had never been with a partner who shared my fetishes before. Sure, I'd had sex. But it was always what us kinksters called "vanilla": straightforward sex in the normal positions. Sometimes we'd throw in a sixty-nine if we both wanted to get off at the same time giving and receiving oral. But never had I had someone controlling me, telling me what to do. Or what not to do in some instances. Not to mention the bondage, light as it may be in our relationship. I was also a little curious about the obsession people had with spanking.

I had been timid at first, especially after our first in-person meeting. It had taken me months before I'd actually met Seth. The first time was in a discussion group on the website. I had started a thread about the proper way to delay an orgasm since I was unattached and had to use my own two hands to do the job. I had heard that delayed gratification was highly arousing, so I thought I'd try it myself to get some practice in the meantime.

Seth was the eleventh person to respond to my thread and the only male. I almost missed his comment among all of the women giving advice...and flirting with me despite my "straight" status on my profile. What stood out the most was his picture. Unlike the pictures on the profiles most of the men I had either chatted with or had browsed while trolling for possible partners, Seth's picture was not a nude of him or some free random photo of an unknown guy's cock. Rather, it was a pencil drawing of a lion with a tiny, sleeping lamb curled in between its large paws. I later found out that Seth had drawn it himself. He was a protector, and that is exactly what I needed.

Ours was a slow-evolving relationship. A quick, private message here or there. A comment on similar threads or a topic one of us started in a group. And then we moved to the chatrooms. With the chatting came the teasing and flirting and eventually, the cyber playing. After about six months, he proposed that we meet in person.

Our roles had been clearly established from the beginning. He wanted to be in control, and I wanted to be controlled. Not always in the physical sense, but also mentally, with words at times. Oh, the power of words. I have learned to orgasm without a single touch. To know what my body was capable of ...that another person's voice could have such an effect on me... It was mind-blowing.

I remember the day we met very clearly. I had been giddy, waiting for Seth at the restaurant, seated in a booth away from the rest of the customers. It had been one of his directions. So had the clothes I was wearing: a red top and black pants. The former showed off my breasts, and the latter, my ass. I was well endowed on both ends, and I liked to flaunt them yet still leave plenty to the imagination. Seth had told me to pull my hair back. I had opted to braid my blonde hair instead of leaving it loose in a ponytail. 

We had exchanged personal photos, so I had an idea of what he looked like. Yet when he walked up to the table, all five-foot-eleven inches and two-hundred-and-thirty pounds of him, I couldn't breathe. He was beautiful. At least to me.

He was overweight like me, yet he wasn't obscenely so. Perfect cuddling size. His black polo emphasized his thick arms, and I couldn't wait for him to wrap them around me.

His hair was dark and although short, it had a natural wave to it that gave it some texture. I had raised my hands from my lap, instinctively wanting to run my fingers through those lovely locks. But a flash in his eyes warned me to resist the temptation. 

Oh those eyes. They were dark as well, matching the chocolate brown of his hair. And they focused directly on mine. I shut my mouth, suddenly aware that I had been gaping, and smiled up at him. When he smiled back, those eyes shone brighter, almost melting my insides.

I had remained seated when he introduced himself and held out his hand to shake mine. It was my first act of submission to him in person. My life had never been the same again.

We waited until our sixth meeting before entering a bedroom, but even then, we started from the beginning despite our online encounters. It just wasn't the same, especially for someone like me who had never done this before. Talk about feeling awkward. But Seth was—and is—a very patient Dom. He took his time with me, showing me the ropes. Well, those didn't come around for a few more months, but you know what I mean.

This evening had actually been my idea. We'd been apart due to our jobs, and now we both had the whole weekend off. During the course of our relationship, we had discussed our own secret desires in detail. Ones we had never shared with anyone else before, even on the website where we met. I felt ready to embrace one of mine, and Seth was allowing me that experience.

I had held my breath, waiting for his response. As my Dom, he had every right to decline. Yet in the end, he had not. I had allowed him to fuck my ass, one of my soft limits, as a thank you. He had made it quite pleasurable. Enough so that I was considering moving the action off that list entirely.

Despite agreeing to my wish, I knew that I would have to be patient for Seth to decide when it would happen. It had been several weeks since he'd reached a decision. I was getting worried that he had changed his mind, but this morning I had received a simple text that said, "This is your night. My place 2:00pm."

And so our encounter began early. I had literally been fucked ten ways from Sunday thus far, and enjoyed every minute of it. And although thoroughly sated and achy, I still anticipated for when Seth would come through with his promise. I didn't doubt that he would, but we did have all weekend, and it was only Saturday evening.

The feel and then the taste of his thumb brushing against my lips brought my mind back to the present. I moaned as he pushed his digit into my mouth and rubbed it against my tongue and teeth. Then he stroked it in and out. The rest of my body tingled and felt jealous, as he wasn't touching me anywhere besides on my face. Yet as I sucked on his thumb, my nipples tightened and my lower muscles contracted. Just this simple motion on his part was turning me on. Well, that and my lack of control due to being restrained. Not to mention the fact that I was completely naked as well.

"Open wide, Lilly." He gently grasped my chin and tugged down.

I knew what to expect before I felt him press the tip of his cock against my lips. I darted my tongue out to taste him. I had already sucked his cock earlier, but that time, I was kneeling on the floor between his legs, my hands tied behind my back. He had wrapped my braid around one hand and held me still while he controlled the speed and depth. He had released my hands at the end to stroke him off all over my breasts. I could spend all day with his multi-textural cock in my hands.

Once again, I could not touch him except with my mouth. And he had the advantage since he was above me. I gagged a couple of times when he tried to go deeper, but otherwise it was smooth sailing. I loved feeling the thick rigidity of his cock sliding against my tongue. The tip brushing against the back of my throat. The skin so soft as I sucked on him. The overall hardness thrusting between my lips, coated with my saliva and his precum.

I concentrated on breathing through my nose. I wished I could see his expression. I knew how his forehead pinched together in the middle while he concentrated on both receiving pleasure on his part and ensuring that I was comfortable on mine. Yet the blindfold limited my sight right now. So I imagined his face, his tense body instead.

He placed both hands on the side of my head and held me still while he slowly pumped in and out of my mouth. "Moan for me, baby."

I obeyed, knowing that he loved the vibrations my sound made on his cock. And all the while, my breasts bobbed gently when he rocked against the side of the bed. At least I assumed he was standing beside the bed, his firm thighs smacking the edge of the mattress with each thrust. There wasn't another logical explanation for how he could get the correct angle otherwise.

It was a few minutes before he pulled out suddenly. I knew what was coming next. "Nice deep breath, baby. There you go."

Then his cock was sliding back in until I buried my nose against a cluster of coarse curls, his balls nestled under my chin. Sighing, I locked my lips around him. Amongst the scent of sweat and sex were traces of sandalwood. He always sprinkled some of his cologne around the base of his cock before having me give him a blowjob. We'd discovered it made the act more pleasurable on my part. A nice distraction when I had my nose shoved into his groin for extended periods.

After a few short strokes, his hands tightened on my head and he went still. His cock jerked before warm liquid filled my mouth. Tears suddenly pricked the edges of my eyes, and I whimpered.

"Swallow, baby. That's a good girl." Seth grunted a couple of times, and I tried not to gag as he finished. There was a soft plopping sound as he pulled out. He let go of my head, and I felt the heat of his presence disappear. One hand returned to the back of my head, supporting it as he tilted it up. "Open."

The taste of 7-UP was cool and refreshing as I swished it around my mouth and let it slide down my throat. I wasn't very keen on swallowing semen, but I did it for him. And he always rewarded me with a soda afterwards. I loved him for that.

When he laid my head back, he caressed my cheek. His hand found my breast and fondled it, hi thumb grazing over my nipple, making me moan. The he leaned down and brushed his lips against mine. His breath was warm when he spoke. "You've been so good today, Lilly. I think you deserve a little reward. Would you like that?"

I struggled to swallow as my heart rate sped up. "Yes, Sir."

"Very good."

He left the blindfold on and my wrists bound together but no longer to the headboard. He uncuffed my ankles, massaging them in turn as he removed the bindings. Then he helped me sit up and scoot back on the bed so that I was resting against a pillow and the headboard. It felt so good to have him touch me, as brief as it was. It felt even better to be upright. My back always got a little stiff after staying in the same position for too long.

I heard Seth's footsteps as he shuffled his bare feet across the rug. The door creaking as it opened. The soft click as it shut again. A clink of metal as a belt was undone. A zipper scratching as it was lowered. Clothes rustling as they were removed.

No words were exchanged, but they weren't needed. I was somewhat glad. I feared that if either of them spoke to me, I would change my mind.

I focused on breathing again. Slowly in. Slowly out. My wrists lay on my lap. I snaked a finger out and teased at the buzzed hair around my pussy. It helped a little, distracting me while also arousing me. And I would definitely need the latter for this.

When a large hand cupped my right breast and caressed it, my breath caught in my throat. The bed shifted as someone sat down on my left side. Another masculine hand cupped my left breast, this time squeezing.

"Relax, Lilly." Seth's whisper in my right ear sent shivers down my back.

I leaned my head toward his voice, and he rewarded me by pushing his tongue into my mouth as he kissed me. My head moved towards his as he pulled away. I moaned. I wanted so much more.

"Put your head back, baby."

I obeyed. I closed my eyes, fully embracing the sensations igniting my nerves, pushing away my frustrations. A hand still fondled each of my breasts, a thumb occasionally brushing against my nipple. Now, fingers also trailed up and down my neck on both sides.

A whimper escaped when two sets of lips pressed against my chin. When two tongues lightly touched my skin and ran along my jawbone. When breath like a hot breeze touched my ears.

The pillow behind me supported my neck as I tilted my head back even further. It was getting difficult to remain passive. I didn't usually struggle with Seth, unless of course he told me I could respond. But now with two partners?

I tried so hard, but my fingers twitched in my lap as both of my nipples were suddenly pinched. My body arched as my fingers brushed against my pussy, and I cried out.

"Patience, baby. Patience."

I licked my lips at the disappointing sound of Seth's voice. I knew from experience that he would kick it up a notch, drawing out my pleasure now. I did enjoy a little sensation play, and he knew it very well. It was my punishment for disobedience. Despite my curiosity, we had discovered that I really wasn't into spanking. But withholding release...that always reminded me to behave. At least until next time.

Someone lifted my still-bound hands up and placed them behind my head. I must be a sight: naked, blindfolded, my hands propped behind my head so my arms stuck out like little wings. My new position thrust my breasts forward, and I gasped as a mouth latched onto one nipple and sucked on it before the owner alternately flicked his tongue and nipped with his teeth.

The same process was repeated on my right breast. I could tell that was Seth from the way he was a little rougher with his teeth. He knew my boundary between pleasure and pain.

I took shallow breaths now as they tortured my breasts with just their mouths. Yet their actions traveled deep and straight to my pussy. I concentrated on the sounds of their heavy breathing and wet suckling. I gripped my braid in both hands, thankful to be able to hold onto something.

"Now, Lilly!"

I screamed as they both bit down on my nipples and an orgasm ripped through me. The only thought in my head was that I was flying. I released the hold on my hair, letting my head loll to rest on my shoulder once more. Panting, I felt the shudders slowly subside.

Twenty fingers now trailed up and down my sides and stomach, occasionally brushing the undersides of my breasts. It was heavenly. My breath hitched when the fingers moved lower over my hips and then the tops of my thighs. They gently parted my legs and traveled further south to my knees, shins, and feet. On their way back north, the slid along the insides of my legs.

At my knees again, they pulled my legs up so my feet were flat on the bed, making me feel bared and vulnerable. Seth had done this quite often, usually before going down on me to suck on my clit and fuck me with his tongue. But I had no idea what to expect now.

For the longest time, nothing happened. No one touched me. At all. I was starting to breathe normal again when a finger brushed against my clit. I cried out.

"Don't move, Lilly." Seth's voice was low and serious.

I bit my lower lip, stifling a whimper. I wanted to arch my body toward that finger, to feel that intimate touch again. Instead, I pressed my head back into the pillow, my muscles straining to keep my body immobile. But it was impossible not to flinch when a finger dipped completely in between the swollen folds of my pussy. And then a hand was on each knee, holding my legs apart as more fingers explored. Rubbing. Stroking. Pinching.

A loud cry broke through my lips when one finger plunged inside of me. Then another. And another until there was at least four stroking in and out, stretching me open. I was so sensitive after the previous hours that Seth and I had played together. I wanted to beg them to stop. But that would also mean the end of my fantasy. I wasn't ready to throw in the towel on that one. Yet.

So far, we'd done all of the standard positions with our own kinky twists. Bending me over the bed on my stomach with my feet on the floor, my hands tied behind my back while Seth took me, pulling on my braid like a leash. Missionary with my knees up by my head, my body bent in half so I could see his thick cock sliding in and out of me on each stroke. Cowgirl, again with my hands behind my back. Reverse cowgirl with his cock in my ass. Sixty-nine with me on the bottom so that Seth could control the depth of his cock in my mouth, sometimes so deep it was suffocating.

In between, when I wasn't passed out from exhaustion, he used vibrators and dildos to keep the orgasms coming. I wasn't blindfolded the whole time, but when I was, it really heightened the arousal. Took away another level of control for me and made me rely on my other senses.

Yet, despite the discomfort I'd felt when waking after all that sex, I anticipated the completion of my fantasy. Sudden shudders wracked my body as the two men's constant stroking brought me over the edge again. Then their fingers were gone, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness.

My mind was a little hazy. For a moment, I thought I was on a ship rocking in the ocean. Then I realized they were moving me, climbing around on the bed. Someone pressed his lips against mine briefly, and I hoped it was Seth. My arms were lowered and the cuffs removed. Both men massaged my arms from the fingers all the way up to the shoulders and back again.

"Get on your knees and lean forward."

As I obeyed Seth, I felt him crawl behind me and put his legs on either side of mine. In front of me was a wall of hard muscle. It was warm as my cheek pressed against it, and two strong hands grasped my shoulders, holding me steady. Below me, I felt the soft tip of a hard cock poking at my breasts.

"Take a deep breath, baby. That's it."

A whimper escaped as I felt Seth's fingers stroking my pussy from behind. He dipped at least two inside me and swirled them around my clit a couple of times before moving back to rub my fluids around my asshole. I whimpered again, biting my lip when he pressed a finger inside me up to the second knuckle. I must have tensed up because I heard him sigh. His exhale was deep enough that it brushed against my back, making me shiver.

"I'm doing this for you, Lilly. Be a good girl and cooperate."

I blew out my own breath and tried to do what he asked. I was a bundle of nerves that had gone haywire and weren't sure what to do anymore. It helped when our guest stroked my back. I gripped his thighs, remembering that I could now use my hands.




My Wildest Dreams



"Open your mouth, Lilly."

Obeying, I felt that soft cock head push between my lips. He didn't go in all the way, but he still made long strokes. It was enough to occupy my thoughts. At least until Seth's finger moved deeper inside me.

Seth continued to press gently, occasionally gathering more of my fluids and rubbing against my clit. After he had slid his finger in all of the way several times, he slowly removed it and added a second finger. I squeezed my eyes shut to the point that I saw tiny dancing stars. It seemed like every time we did anal sex it was as if it we'd never done it before. Wasn't it supposed to get easier the more you did it, like regular sex?

When his fingers disappeared and he moved away from me, I pulled the cock out of my mouth. I wrapped my hand around it instead and laid my forehead on our guest's thigh. I heard the snap of a plastic lid, a squishing sound, and the snap again. Then a cold, thick substance covered my asshole. Seth spread it around before easing his fingers back into me again. A few more strokes and then he pulled out once more.

"Deep breath, baby. Another one. Good girl." The plastic lid snapped again and there were more squishing sounds—lube from the bottle and him covering his cock with the lube, most likely. He pressed a hand against my lower back, pressing down. Then he said, "Hold still."

I managed to spread my knees beneath me, bending forward a little more. Our guest slid his hands under me and fondled my breasts. I was thankful for the distraction as Seth chose that moment to press the tip of his cock at my asshole.

I gasped, remembered to breathe, and loosened my grip the cock in my hand when I heard its owner groan. I wasn't sure if I had hurt him or if he was aroused as he watched Seth penetrate my ass. I lifted up a little when Seth scooted under me, pressing harder against my rear entrance. We let out a collective sigh when my sphincter relaxed, allowing the tip to slide inside.

None of us moved for a moment, yet our guest still held my breasts and Seth gripped my hips now.

"Can I proceed, Lilly?"

I gulped and let out a shaky breath. "Yes, Sir."

Over the next two minutes, he slid further inside, pulling out just slightly between each push. When he was seated completely within me, his fingers massaged my hips. I wiggled against him for a moment to get accustomed to the invasion.

"You have such a beautiful ass, Lilly. You should see how wonderful my cock looks buried in it."

My gasp was cut off as my head was pushed down on the stranger's cock. Seth chose that moment to pull out. Then he pushed back in while I sucked the throbbing rod that was being forced into my mouth from below.

I have no idea how long Seth fucked my ass and I gave our guest a blowjob. I think Seth was the one who grabbed hold of my braid because my head was pulled back. But at the same time, our guest held my head still and thrust his cock up into my mouth. I felt like a damn game of tug-of-war, and I was the rope being pushed and pulled back and forth. But I did enjoy it. The only thing that would have made it better is if Seth had been in my pussy. But beggars can't be choosers.

At some point, I realized both men had grown still. They helped me into an upright position, moving me so I was no longer kneeling but sitting on Seth's lap. It was the strangest feeling, having his cock still buried inside me when he laid back, pulling me with him so I my back was to his stomach. It was uncomfortable, but my body craved for something more.

Seth's hands replaced those of our guest's on my breasts. I relaxed even more as his breathing warmed my neck, calming me, and his fingers teased my nipples. "Lilly, you're doing such a good job." He kissed my cheek. "Just a little bit longer, baby. Keep breathing like that, no matter what. Jason will be gentle. Trust me."

Ah, so now I had a name to place with the mystery guest. But then Seth's words repeated in my head. No matter what? What did he... Oh!

Jason chose that moment to rub his cock against my clit. I jumped, and the cock in my ass jumped, too, which made me gasp. Jason stroked his fingers through my labia, dipped inside my vagina, and then he spread my fluids around.

In that moment, I had second thoughts. What the hell was I thinking? Fantasies have that name for a reason. Maybe I should tell them to stop. Maybe...

Since Jason couldn't read my mind, he proceeded with the show and pushed inside me. I knew what Seth felt like, how long it took him to slide his thick, six inches inside me. I whimpered. Jason was taking longer, despite how wet I was. And he felt bigger, stretching me wider. Not to mention the fullness that I felt all the way up to my stomach from being filled in both holes. Once he was buried to the hilt, Jason stopped, and I felt the heat of his body hovering over me, within me.

Once more, no one moved, and I slowly grew accustomed to having two cocks inside me despite my misgivings. Surely, Seth wouldn't have agreed to this if it was dangerous, or if he didn't trust Jason. Then again, being filled with two cocks and being fucked by them were two different stories. Maybe we could just lie like this. I was good with that.

"If you can't endure it any longer, use the safe word, baby. Do you understand?"

I held my breath for a moment and then nodded.

Seth pinched my nipple. "Say it."

I shrieked. "Yes, Sir, I understand."

"Good girl. Now try to relax and just feel."

With that, Seth released my breast to grasp my chin and tilt my face away from his, holding it in place against his shoulder. He tortured my neck with his lips, tongue, and teeth while his other hand wrapped across my stomach and held me tight against him. And then his hips thrust up into me. At the same time, Jason pulled back and thrust into my pussy.

I cried out and grabbed Seth's thighs beneath me.

"Damn girl, you're tight!" Those were the first words I heard out of Jason's mouth since he'd entered the room. And they buried straight into my brain, like his cock in my pussy, so that my body reacted by clenching around him. He moaned in appreciation. "What a fine woman you have, Seth. A mighty fine woman indeed."

From his accent and the deep baritone of his voice, I could tell that he was black. My pussy clenched around him again, and I groaned. Seth had not only gotten a trusted friend to do my double-penetration fantasy, he'd gotten a black friend. Two dreams fulfilled at the same time.

I'd always heard black men had bigger cocks. That they were great lovers. Jason was only proving the rumors were true. God, he felt so good stroking within me. But I would never trade Seth for any man. I belonged to him, and we were both happy together.

It was a slow, torturous process to find any rhythm. I don't think my body knew what was happening to it. Seth had used butt plugs and anal vibrators before on me, but to have two actual cocks moving in and out of me in such intimate synchrony, I couldn't find the words to describe it. So I just felt, as Seth had instructed.

At some point, I realized someone was playing with my breasts again. I must have been Jason because someone else was gripping my hips now, and that was probably Seth because he was pumping more furiously from beneath me.

Then my breasts were released and my legs suddenly thrust into the air. Jason held them still with his hands under the back of my thighs just above my knees. Seth took over and fondled my breasts—squeezing and caressing like only he knew how. Inside me, he had slowed to a languid thrusting, but Jason picked up the pace. I could actually feel their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating the cavities that sheathed them.

"Do you enjoy this, Lilly? Is it what you hoped it would be?"

"Oh, yes, Sir." I was crying now from the pleasure streaking through me.

"Rub your clit, baby."

I screamed as soon as my fingers touched my over-sensitized nub. When I also touched Jason's hard cock, something sparked an avalanche of emotions and feelings that started small but rumbled through me until I was shaking violently and calling out random dirty words. Both men came inside me as I teetered on the precipice of pleasure and pain.

I rolled away after they disengaged , wrapping my arms around myself as I curled into a ball. I did this sometimes when I was just with Seth and we'd gotten a little too close to the edge. But Seth knew better than to leave me alone. Now is when I needed him most. When I needed my protector.

Strong arms scooped under and around me, pulling me back into a gentle embrace. I cried as Seth rocked me, his hands soothing over my skin, calming me. The weight on the bed shifted. I barely heard the sounds of Jason cleaning up in the adjoined bathroom before getting dressed. Seth's whispers filled my head instead. But in the distance, I heard the door click shut.

The last words I heard before I drifted off were, "I'm so proud of you, Lilly."

When I woke, the room was dark, the blindfold was gone, and my satiated body was very sore. Seth held me spooned against him still, his arms and a blanket wrapped around me as he lightly stroked my hair back from my face.

"Welcome back, baby." He kissed my temple. "That was amazing. Did you enjoy it?"

I shuddered and smiled. "Thank you, Sir. I enjoyed it very much."

"I will have to start planning one of my fantasies next."

"Yes, Sir. Anyway you want it."

Seth turned my head towards his and kissed me soundly on the lips. "That's my good girl."

~ H