0 comments/ 18905 views/ 9 favorites My Dream Demon Ch. 01 By: pixeestyx It was one of those nights that you think will never end. I had homework from every class imaginable! And study for a huge test the next day in psychology, so I was really over my head. I slammed the books down for the second time that night, exasperated. I took of my glasses, rubbed my nose at the corner of my eyes where my glasses once set. It was hopeless, due to missing class so much because of problems at home; I was doomed to failure, no matter how much I studied! What was I going to do? All seemed hopeless. I couldn't understand any of it; the book was like Mesopotamian to me. What could I do? To my annoyance, I felt the first little drops of moisture on my cheeks. Damn it. Tears. I hated that. Hated that I felt weak enough at this moment to cry. I would fail this class if I didn't ace this test, and then it would be this miserable house and my father for the rest of my life! I could not survive this way. It was all over. But then I heard something. I jumped at the sound....a footstep, in my room? Everyone was in bed. Who could be in my room at this hour, I wondered. "Don't cry." A voice said. Instinctively I reach for my glasses, but it my frustration, I suppose I thrust them farther away than I had imagined. "W-Who's there?" I asked boldly, though I couldn't see a thing without my glasses. "I can't tell you my name." The velvety voice replied. I knew he was a man, but I could see no more than a blurry outline of a human. "I can help you pretty girl." He told me. "I don't need your help. Why are you in my room? And who are you?" Call it stubbornness, but I was angry that this stranger broke into my room, no matter if he was offering help or not. And I was even angrier that I couldn't see him! Angry as well, that he referred to me as 'pretty girl', as I was nothing of the sort. "I can't tell you my name, I already told you that. Just call me The Dreamer." He said, and, "I told you, I came to help you." "Help me?" I was getting angrier by the minute. 'The Dreamer'? What kind of name is that? I wanted no part of it, and I wanted this psycho to leave! "Tsk, Tsk, pretty girl. You don't want my help?" He said playfully. "I can give you eyes." This made me laugh. "You can, huh? Look where ever you came from......" I couldn't finish, because he did something then that I will never forget, never. I saw the blur of his hand coming toward my face, I closed my eyes as fast as I could and he placed his fingers over my lids, only for a second, gently, and then pulled them away. And I could see! I could see perfectly, and I could see him! Oh, he was magnificent! I was locked in a state of shock, shock at what he did, and shock at his beauty. Black hair, red streaks, fabulously cut and medium length. His lips were full and thick, his chin and jaw-line strong. His eyes were blue and mesmerizing, every part of his body and features symmetrical and complimenting the others. I could tell from his tightly fitted black clothes that he was muscular, though he was still only medium sized, he wasn't too tall, or too thick with muscle. He was just right. And I could see it without glasses! His lips curled in a devilish but irresistible smile displaying his perfectly straight white teeth, as if he knew what I thought of his appearance. Was this guy for real? Or did I just make him up? Did I fall asleep? That's it...I studied to hard and just fell asleep. "The Dreamer?" I repeated his words from earlier and wondered if it had a hidden meaning, for surely he must be a dream. "This is a dream." I said aloud. "Call it what you want, pretty girl." He replied, breaking into my thoughts. "Why do you keep calling me that?" I said a bit breathless still. He took my hand. He felt firm, strong.....real? He pulled me gently from my set to stand me before my full length mirror. I stood before myself, sort of short, not too skinny, but tone with c sized breast, and I saw nothing special about me. He put his hand on my pony-tail, which I often wore, and pulled it out. My brown hair fell to my shoulders, disheveled and natural. Without my glasses I did look different.... "Do you see?" He said. Was he putting a spell on me? To make me see differently? I mumbled, 'Yes.' "I can help you.....in other ways." He claimed pulling my gaze from me in the mirror and back to him with his words. Well, he had already proven his powers, and this was a dream, right? So I humored him. "What can you do?" I asked. He smiled his sly smile once again. "I can give you the knowledge you need." He answered. "Okay." I agreed. "But," He added, and he came very close to me, so very close that I felt the warmth of his body, his breath on my lashes as he spoke softly, "You have to make love to me." I looked into his eyes in a swoon; did I have much of a choice? "I want it." I whispered as it was all I could get out. I wasn't use to doing things like that, but it was a dream, right? None of this mattered; why not play along with this tasty guy, my creation? He laughed smoothly. "I know what you think." He told me. "But that's okay. I know everything about you, Analiese." It was the first time he had said my name instead of calling me 'pretty girl'. I didn't comment....I let him go on. "I know you're 19, and that you've never known a man, that's why I want you." I fought back the thought to chuckle at him, after all, he was in my dream, of course he would know about me?! It was true; I had never been with a man, in any way. I hadn't so much as been on a date, for years my father wouldn't allow, and then when I was old enough, the boys had given up. "R-r-really?" I managed, sort of poking fun at his seriousness the best I could while he stood so close, intoxicating me. "I can see that you don't believe me, but soon enough you will." Abruptly, he pulled me against him, against his firmness, his strength, his lips only inches away from my own, his scent pulling me into a state of mind I had never been in before. So this is what it felt like to be held by a man? I wondered. His mouth lowered and nearly brushed mine but he pulled back, holding me out to a distance he looked at me. His hands expertly found the bottom of my shirt and lifted it quite swiftly so that I stood exposed, due to the fact that I hadn't been wearing a bra as I was ready for bed, And I raised my arms instinctively to cover my bare breast from his sight. Dream or no dream, no one had ever seen me like this. But his hand lifted my chin, forcing me to look into his eyes, those luminescent eyes, and his hands wrapped around my wrists and pulled them away from my breast. "Don't hide them from me." He demanded sweetly. Oh, God, I was lost. What was I doing? I hadn't the time to wonder as he proceeded to rid me of my pants as well and my hands fell free to my side, and while bent down he took the time to graze his tongue along the side of my stomach. I shivered, as his mouth went up, up, and up until it reach my erect nipple and finally his mouth wrapped around it, delicately. Without my will, my hands found their place around his shoulders for balance and a slight moan escaped my lips. He left one perky, rock-hard nipple only to replace his mouth on the other, his tongue flicking it while he sucked, and I knew I was wet for him already. I was not ashamed, as I would have been any other time, as I would have been if it wasn't a dream. He stood back to his full height, halting his assault on my tits, and in the same sexy voice ordered me to lie on my bed as he began to shed himself of the confines of his clothes. Toned abs and everything else any human man would die for! He was heavenly. He was perfect as he rid himself of his shirt. His pants were left though, and I knew there were more surprises, and I hardly felt myself, or even acknowledged that I had gone to the bed and lay there watching him. He pulled his pants down slowly revealing the most magnificent cock I had ever imagined! It had to be near to 10 inches and so thick I knew from looking that I would not be able to get my hand around it. He came closer to me, lowering his weight onto the bed but staying over me and he said, "Don't be frightened, it won't hurt you." He kissed me and my mind was a swoon with want, with need, but it only lasted a moment. "Touch it." So I reach down and just like I thought, my hand would not go around it. His dick was so hard and smooth. I pumped it a few times in my hand as best I could, the way I had seen on videos. "Mmmmmmmn, you like it don't you?" He asked. "Yeah." I whispered marveling at the size and feel of his large member in my dainty hand. He took my hand and pulled it away, I didn't have time to comment, he kissed me again. Deeply, fully. Then lowered his mouth once again to my tits. I never knew my nipples were so sensitive, but every flick of his tongue sent messages to my pussy sending my juices flowing until he abandoned them and went lower, and even lower spreading my legs wide with his strong hands, and then rubbed the source of my desire with one hand. "Ahhhhh!" I exclaimed at the invasion of his hand, and he let out a low laugh at my excitement. "You like that? Mmmmm you're wetter than I suspected." He inserted one finger into my tight virgin pussy and I let out another encouraging moan. "Not too much, not right now....we'll save that." He said sliding his glistening finger out leaving me empty when I so wanted to feel him! He lowered his head and slipped his tongue in my womanly folds until it rested on my swollen clit. I couldn't even wonder what I was doing, or be embarrassed that I was completely naked in front of this man! His mouth was assaulting me in ways I had never known, had never imagined! He sucked my clit between his lips and flicked his tongue on the throbbing bud. "Oh, God! Oh my...." This seemed to urge him on and he became more skillful still, sucking and licking my pussy to the fullest and my hips began moving of their own will grinding my needy cunt against his mouth desperately, wanting more and more. "Oh, yeah........Mmmmmm....ahhhh!" He pulled his mouth away, but I didn't want it to stop, I knew I was going to cum, though I never had before, I knew I was close....."Don't stop, it felt so good." I pleaded. Without a word he raised up, his face even with mine, his eyes before my own. I felt his giant cock against my wet little pussy; he rubbed himself up and down my slit, playing in my wetness, driving me even more insane! "Do you want it Anna?" He teased, the devilish beast. "Yes!" I begged.... there was nothing in the world that the moment I wanted more than to have his lovely dick buried in my cunt. "Tell me what you want." He demanded. "I want you...." "You want me to what?" "F-f-fuck mee. I want you to fuck me." He obliged and entered me slowly. I felt the stone hardness of his prick as he opened and filled my virgin pussy hole with it completely. "OOOOhhhhhhh, Fuuuuuuckkkk!" I cried, as his large cock broke my hymen and I felt the best pain I ever could! He was completely inside me, and my body was overwhelmed with ecstasy! I didn't care if this was a dream, or who he was really, or anything, I just wanted to feel this feeling. "Mmmmmn, so tight. It feels nice doesn't it? The way my cock stretches your tight little hole?" He grinded his prick deep into my cunt and I nearly went crazy! "Fuck me!" I pleaded. "Fuck me now!" He pulled it out almost completely before ramming it back in, tears spilled from my eyes, but I didn't care, it felt so good! He did it again, filling me up over and over again. "Yeah, oooooh, yeah." I cried. "You want to cum on my big dick? Huh? You want to cum?" He asked while thrusting into me over and over, harder and harder. "Yeah, yeah, yes, I want to cum." I replied. He grabbed me and turned us over in the bed, without taking his dick from me, so that I was on top of him. "Sit up and ride it." He ordered. "Sit up on my cock and ride it good, cum for me." I really didn't know what I was doing, but I knew his prick felt sooo good so I rode him, my hands on his chest bracing my balance, and his hands on my hips aiding my movements. "Yeah, ride that dick, baby.....mmmmmmnnnn....yeah." He urged me on. I was getting close, as his cock stretched my virgin cunt again and again, and I got faster and faster. He released my hips, knowing that I had the rhythm by now and placed them on my bouncing tits. He squeezed my hard nipples in his fingers while I rode his cock and it was almost too much. "Ohhhh fuuuuckk!" I screamed. "I'm going to cum!" "Me, too." He said. "I'm going to cum in that tight little cunt." I couldn't object! I wanted, really wanted to know what his cum would feel like inside me. Everything else felt soooo good, why deny my dream man of this courtesy? "Ahhhhhh!" He yelled and I could feel his thick prick pulse inside me and knew he was Cumming in my pussy. It sent me over the edge to feel his release and my own swept over me. Everything else faded and I could only feel this over-taking feeling surging through me and settling in the pit of my womanhood. I came so hard it drained every ounce of energy from my body, and I was rarely conscious as my dream man quietly raised me from him and laid me on the bed before he left. 'Such a nice dream.' I thought. 'Such a nice dream.' I woke up to the bright sunlight shining in my eyes. Automatically, I remembered my lovely dream. I could almost still feel his hands on me....his mouth, I could still feel....wait a minute....I felt....I felt weird. I felt like I had really been fucked! I jumped up quickly, I had my clothes on, but still....I ran to the bathroom. I peed; the wiped....light pink and a thick white substance. Cum. Blood and cum. I had been fucked! And I saw this without needing my glasses, same as last night! Oh, no! It wasn't a dream!