dhenshaw
06-25-2008, 06:29 PM
“What’s wrong?”
“You…, I…,” I stammered, then fell silent.
“Did you have a bad dream?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I grunted.
“Tell me about it,” she said.
I hate it when people tell their dreams, so that was one reason I didn’t want to tell her. The other reason was the dream itself.
“It was nothing. Go back to sleep,” I said. “Sorry I woke you.”
I lay back down, on my side, facing away from her. She promptly spooned up behind me, ample breasts pressed against my back. She wiggled her way to a comfortable position and slid one hand under the elastic of my underpants.
“Sweet dreams,” she said, giving me a peck on the neck.
Cindy had been in my dream. She’d been just as beautiful and just as sexy, but she’d had a dick.
“Don’t move, baby,” the dream Cindy had said. “Just relax.”
Then she’d pulled my underpants down just far enough to expose my ass.
“Lift up honey,” she’d said, and stuffed my pillow under my hips. “Good. Now spread your legs. Yes, just like that. You’re doing fine.”
I had known what she was going to do, but my dream mind didn’t think to object or resist. I just laid there passively as she rubbed lube into my ass-hole and pushed the head of her cock up between my cheeks.
“Don’t tighten up,” she said.
I didn’t, and the head of her dick entered my ass.
“Good boy. Arch your back a bit.”
I arched my back and her dick slid further into me.
“Very nice, sweetheart. You’ve got a wonderful ass.”
My dream mind was happy she was pleased. My dream mouth said, “Yes,” when she asked if I liked being fucked up the ass. Her dream tits felt great squished up against my back as she panted and fucked me harder.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “Wiggle that ass, make me cum.”
I couldn’t wiggle. She was holding me too tight and bouncing up and down too hard. All I could do was kick my feet as her huge cock plowed into me time and again.
“Take it, bitch,” she growled as her rhythm changed from machinegun to pile driver.
Her hands clamped over my nose and mouth, cutting off my air. She came in a half dozen brutal thrusts that would have had me crying out if not for the hands silencing me.
“I’ve wanted that from the first time I saw you,” she gasped, still atop me. “Tomorrow night I’ll let you give me a blowjob.”
She stayed on top of me until her dick softened enough to fall out. Then she got a washcloth from the bathroom, cleaned me, pulled my underpants back up and tucked my pillow back under my head.
“Sweet dreams,” she’d said, and giggled.
How could I tell Cindy about such a perverted dream? What would she think of me?
At that moment the real Cindy giggled, in exactly the same way my dream Cindy had.
“What?” I said.
“It must have been a good dream,” she said.
With a start I realized she was touching my erect dick.
“No…”
Her giggle interrupted my denial, and a quick hand-job silenced me.
She made me cum in my underpants and said, “Now go back to sleep.”
I couldn’t get to sleep the next night. My dream girl’s promise to “let” me give her a blowjob kept bouncing around in my head. How could I have let someone fuck me like that, even in a dream? Did I secretly want a she-male instead of the gorgeous girl I had?
Dreaming of a dick up my butt was bad enough, but having a cock in my mouth was unthinkable. I’d bite it off. No fuckin’ way! Dream or no dream, no cock was going anywhere near my mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Cindy asked.
I looked at the clock: 3:27 AM.
“Can’t sleep,” I said.
“Anything I can do?” she asked, looking pointedly at my crotch.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Cindy,” I smiled. “Go back to sleep. I’ll just watch some TV and be back in later.”
The station that came up on the TV had an Info-mercial for a Nanny-cam system I already owned. As soon as I saw it I switched to the DVR and went to last night’s bedroom cam. I figured if I watched myself before the dream had started I might get a clue as to what triggered such a bizarre dream.
An hour later my jaw snapped shut when Cindy’s voice behind me said, “Uh-oh.”
The grainy picture on my TV was showing Cindy fucking me. Only the angle differed from my dream.
Instead of the cute little pussy I’d never quite been able to use in the three days she’d been staying in my apartment, the Cindy on the screen had an uncircumcised cock and a large set of balls.
When I turned, that same set of cock and ball were right there in the flesh.
“What the fuck!” I said, exploding out of the couch with rage.
“Sa-bock-ka!” she said.
My rage clattered to the floor, along with my will.
“Naughty boy. You shouldn’t record people having sex without permission, you know. I guess this means it’s over between us.”
I just stood there, aware but completely passive. It took a feat of super-human will to nod my head.
“Oh well. At least you’ll be able to give me a good-bye blow-job. Get down on your knees.”
I got down on my knees while a small part of my brain kept yelling, “No, no.”
Her dick was soft. It was still soft when she stood in front of me, dick touching my face.
She pulled my face into her crotch and rubbed it back and forth. The rubbery feel of her dick was totally gross.
“Do you like my tits?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. It was true. She had great tits.
“Good,” she said.
She held my head against her thigh and used her hand to rub the head of her dick back and forth across my lips.
“They cost me a lot of money, you know. Squeeze my ass. It’s nice too, isn’t it?”
I squeezed her ass like she told me to, but my “Yes” was muffled by the dick she was poking in my mouth.
Her dick was getting bigger, but it was still soft. The head was inside my mouth, almost filling it, but the foreskin still covered it. I knew when it reached it’s full size I’d be facing pure hell with it forcing its way down my throat, but my panic was disconnected from the rest of me.
“I know it sounds funny, but I never feel more like a real girl than when a guy is sucking my dick. Isn’t that crazy?”
She was holding me by the ears now, and her hips had started the ancient rhythm. I was still holding her ass and could feel the shift from smooth softness to muscled power with every thrust.
“This is the first time you’ve had a cock in your mouth, isn’t it honey?”
My eyes were starting to water as each thrust went a little deeper.
“Just nod of it’s the first.”
I nodded, and as if in answer she pulled my head all the way into her belly. Her cock went down my throat and I gagged.
She held me that way as I gagged over and over, arms flailing and whole body thrashing.
“You little minx. You’re gonna make me cum before I want to,” she said, pushing my head back far enough to let her dick pop out of my mouth.
Coughing and dribbling spittle I gasped for breath.
“Open up,” she said.
I opened my mouth.
“Listen to me,” she said. “This time you will not gag.”
I didn’t. Even when she humped my face while holding my face to her belly so tight I couldn’t get air, I didn’t gag.
“Oh yes, oh yes, I’m cumming,” she finally said.
She came by keeping just the head of her cock in my mouth and pumping the shaft of her cock with her hand. A huge load of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it like I was told.
When it was over she gave me a list of instructions for after she left.
1. Pack up all her things and put them in her car.
2. Erase all DVR recordings with her in them.
And
3. Wait for my alarm to go off at 7:30 AM at which time I am to forget everything that’s happened with her except that I’m to have dreams about it and these dreams will always turn me on.
It’s almost 7:30, but now that I’ve got this typed on my computer I think I’ve foiled her plans. She’ll probably wait ‘till those sick dreams have convinced me that I want a she-male and then make her move. Without this letter to myself I’m sure she’d enslave me forever.
Here’s her picture so I’ll know the bitch when she trys…
Oh shit! It’s 7:
P.S. from Cindy:
Good thing I found this before Danny did.
“You…, I…,” I stammered, then fell silent.
“Did you have a bad dream?” she asked.
“Yeah,” I grunted.
“Tell me about it,” she said.
I hate it when people tell their dreams, so that was one reason I didn’t want to tell her. The other reason was the dream itself.
“It was nothing. Go back to sleep,” I said. “Sorry I woke you.”
I lay back down, on my side, facing away from her. She promptly spooned up behind me, ample breasts pressed against my back. She wiggled her way to a comfortable position and slid one hand under the elastic of my underpants.
“Sweet dreams,” she said, giving me a peck on the neck.
Cindy had been in my dream. She’d been just as beautiful and just as sexy, but she’d had a dick.
“Don’t move, baby,” the dream Cindy had said. “Just relax.”
Then she’d pulled my underpants down just far enough to expose my ass.
“Lift up honey,” she’d said, and stuffed my pillow under my hips. “Good. Now spread your legs. Yes, just like that. You’re doing fine.”
I had known what she was going to do, but my dream mind didn’t think to object or resist. I just laid there passively as she rubbed lube into my ass-hole and pushed the head of her cock up between my cheeks.
“Don’t tighten up,” she said.
I didn’t, and the head of her dick entered my ass.
“Good boy. Arch your back a bit.”
I arched my back and her dick slid further into me.
“Very nice, sweetheart. You’ve got a wonderful ass.”
My dream mind was happy she was pleased. My dream mouth said, “Yes,” when she asked if I liked being fucked up the ass. Her dream tits felt great squished up against my back as she panted and fucked me harder.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned. “Wiggle that ass, make me cum.”
I couldn’t wiggle. She was holding me too tight and bouncing up and down too hard. All I could do was kick my feet as her huge cock plowed into me time and again.
“Take it, bitch,” she growled as her rhythm changed from machinegun to pile driver.
Her hands clamped over my nose and mouth, cutting off my air. She came in a half dozen brutal thrusts that would have had me crying out if not for the hands silencing me.
“I’ve wanted that from the first time I saw you,” she gasped, still atop me. “Tomorrow night I’ll let you give me a blowjob.”
She stayed on top of me until her dick softened enough to fall out. Then she got a washcloth from the bathroom, cleaned me, pulled my underpants back up and tucked my pillow back under my head.
“Sweet dreams,” she’d said, and giggled.
How could I tell Cindy about such a perverted dream? What would she think of me?
At that moment the real Cindy giggled, in exactly the same way my dream Cindy had.
“What?” I said.
“It must have been a good dream,” she said.
With a start I realized she was touching my erect dick.
“No…”
Her giggle interrupted my denial, and a quick hand-job silenced me.
She made me cum in my underpants and said, “Now go back to sleep.”
I couldn’t get to sleep the next night. My dream girl’s promise to “let” me give her a blowjob kept bouncing around in my head. How could I have let someone fuck me like that, even in a dream? Did I secretly want a she-male instead of the gorgeous girl I had?
Dreaming of a dick up my butt was bad enough, but having a cock in my mouth was unthinkable. I’d bite it off. No fuckin’ way! Dream or no dream, no cock was going anywhere near my mouth.
“What’s the matter?” Cindy asked.
I looked at the clock: 3:27 AM.
“Can’t sleep,” I said.
“Anything I can do?” she asked, looking pointedly at my crotch.
“I don’t know what I did to deserve you, Cindy,” I smiled. “Go back to sleep. I’ll just watch some TV and be back in later.”
The station that came up on the TV had an Info-mercial for a Nanny-cam system I already owned. As soon as I saw it I switched to the DVR and went to last night’s bedroom cam. I figured if I watched myself before the dream had started I might get a clue as to what triggered such a bizarre dream.
An hour later my jaw snapped shut when Cindy’s voice behind me said, “Uh-oh.”
The grainy picture on my TV was showing Cindy fucking me. Only the angle differed from my dream.
Instead of the cute little pussy I’d never quite been able to use in the three days she’d been staying in my apartment, the Cindy on the screen had an uncircumcised cock and a large set of balls.
When I turned, that same set of cock and ball were right there in the flesh.
“What the fuck!” I said, exploding out of the couch with rage.
“Sa-bock-ka!” she said.
My rage clattered to the floor, along with my will.
“Naughty boy. You shouldn’t record people having sex without permission, you know. I guess this means it’s over between us.”
I just stood there, aware but completely passive. It took a feat of super-human will to nod my head.
“Oh well. At least you’ll be able to give me a good-bye blow-job. Get down on your knees.”
I got down on my knees while a small part of my brain kept yelling, “No, no.”
Her dick was soft. It was still soft when she stood in front of me, dick touching my face.
She pulled my face into her crotch and rubbed it back and forth. The rubbery feel of her dick was totally gross.
“Do you like my tits?” she asked.
“Yes,” I said. It was true. She had great tits.
“Good,” she said.
She held my head against her thigh and used her hand to rub the head of her dick back and forth across my lips.
“They cost me a lot of money, you know. Squeeze my ass. It’s nice too, isn’t it?”
I squeezed her ass like she told me to, but my “Yes” was muffled by the dick she was poking in my mouth.
Her dick was getting bigger, but it was still soft. The head was inside my mouth, almost filling it, but the foreskin still covered it. I knew when it reached it’s full size I’d be facing pure hell with it forcing its way down my throat, but my panic was disconnected from the rest of me.
“I know it sounds funny, but I never feel more like a real girl than when a guy is sucking my dick. Isn’t that crazy?”
She was holding me by the ears now, and her hips had started the ancient rhythm. I was still holding her ass and could feel the shift from smooth softness to muscled power with every thrust.
“This is the first time you’ve had a cock in your mouth, isn’t it honey?”
My eyes were starting to water as each thrust went a little deeper.
“Just nod of it’s the first.”
I nodded, and as if in answer she pulled my head all the way into her belly. Her cock went down my throat and I gagged.
She held me that way as I gagged over and over, arms flailing and whole body thrashing.
“You little minx. You’re gonna make me cum before I want to,” she said, pushing my head back far enough to let her dick pop out of my mouth.
Coughing and dribbling spittle I gasped for breath.
“Open up,” she said.
I opened my mouth.
“Listen to me,” she said. “This time you will not gag.”
I didn’t. Even when she humped my face while holding my face to her belly so tight I couldn’t get air, I didn’t gag.
“Oh yes, oh yes, I’m cumming,” she finally said.
She came by keeping just the head of her cock in my mouth and pumping the shaft of her cock with her hand. A huge load of cum filled my mouth and I swallowed it like I was told.
When it was over she gave me a list of instructions for after she left.
1. Pack up all her things and put them in her car.
2. Erase all DVR recordings with her in them.
And
3. Wait for my alarm to go off at 7:30 AM at which time I am to forget everything that’s happened with her except that I’m to have dreams about it and these dreams will always turn me on.
It’s almost 7:30, but now that I’ve got this typed on my computer I think I’ve foiled her plans. She’ll probably wait ‘till those sick dreams have convinced me that I want a she-male and then make her move. Without this letter to myself I’m sure she’d enslave me forever.
Here’s her picture so I’ll know the bitch when she trys…
Oh shit! It’s 7:
P.S. from Cindy:
Good thing I found this before Danny did.