I had a dream, you know, one of those where you’re not really sure whether you’re awake or not? The alarm-clock woke me up right in the middle of it, but here’s what I can remember…
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I stood in the hotel corridor, my hands clenched into fists, not sure whether I should do this or run away. I took a deep breath and finally knocked on the door. It opened straight away, almost as if he’d been waiting in front of it. Waiting for me. He was fully dressed but it took me only seconds to realize his jeans were tenting. Yes, he’d definitely been waiting for me.
I stepped into his hotel room and heard the door close shut behind me. I turned around and here he was, his gaze taking me in. I’d made sure to wear a low-cut top and tight jeans, just as I knew he liked. I’d even put on my favorite lingerie that morning even though he wasn’t supposed to see it. I’d come prepared, that was all, I told myself as I met his eyes and saw the lust there.
He needed this. He needed me. And so, as if I did this every day, I knelt down at his feet. I heard his intake of breath and looked up.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice rough.
I nodded but didn’t answer verbally. Instead I let my fingers do the talking… I unlooped his belt and tugged it open. He shifted a little when my fingers brushed the denim moulding his erection. Anxious to see him, all of him, I deftly undid all the buttons separating me from my prize. When I finally got my hands on his cock, I swear we both moaned.
“Fuck,” he hissed above me.
“I know,” I acknowledged his need, dropping a soft kiss on the tip before leaning to lick my way down that thick vein on the underside. I kept on going, kissing all around his sac, tonguing that soft skin in the middle.
He hummed something under his breath but it wasn’t until I moved up and sucked on the head of his cock that his fingers found the back of my head. I smiled inwardly, loving how he knew what I liked. He tugged on my hair and began fucking my mouth, never letting me set the rhythm, simply taking over as if his control was slipping.
I looked up then, and our gazes met. Precum hit my tastebuds, and I licked it greedily, moaning at his taste. I was getting wet, I could feel it, and yet he was only touching my hair. Apparently my body thought that was enough. And it was.
Well, nearly enough, I thought as I stopped caressing his balls for a second to tug my top down over my bra. Finding my nipples through the sheer material, I pinched them. Hard.
He noticed what I was doing and sped up his movements, my jaw stretched tight around his pounding cock. I chocked several times, but he never stopped. He knew my limits better than I knew myself, it appeared, because I was loving it.
I loved the way his fingers tugged on my hair, making my scalp tingle, showing me who was boss. I loved the feel of his cock. I loved the taste of him and the way he reacted to every little caress, nip or suck I bestowed him.
And just as I’d expected, he quickly lost control. I’d known it wouldn’t last long, and yet I was already so aroused I did something I’d thought I wouldn’t do. Not today at least. I tugged my bra down and palmed my breasts, twisting my nipples because I couldn’t not touch myself. I moaned, reverberations echoing all around his cock.
He groaned and took a step back, and before I knew what was happening he’d pulled his cock out of my mouth. I wanted to shout “No!” I’d wanted that cum on my tongue, I’d earned it, damn it! But I should have remembered how well he knew me. His first shot hit me on the lips and even as I felt it start to drip down onto my breasts, he forced my mouth open and slid his cock back in, as deep as he could…
He roared his pleasure, and I swallowed all of his cum, kneeling at his feet like the good girl I was.
“Wow,” he finally said minutes later. He stared at the semen decorating my breasts and blinked. “I can’t believe that really happened.”
I grinned. “Liked it?”
“Fuck yeah. It was amazing. Thanks, baby.”
“You’re welcome. Sir.” I winked.
He laughed out loud and grabbed my hands, pulling me upright. I swayed a little and sat down on the edge of the bed, suddenly unsure of what to do next. I needed to clean up and cover myself back up, but it felt odd doing that after the intensity of what had just happened between us.
“Your tits are truly amazing,” he commented as he sat beside me, making the bed dip.
I smiled. “Thank you.”
“It’s really too bad I didn’t bring any ropes.”
I gasped, startled. Ropes. My mind suddenly overrun by images, I imagined myself tied up naked to the bed, begging for him to make me come. My pussy clenched. I moaned. And when I opened eyes I couldn’t remember closing, it was to find him so close to me I could immediately feel his warmth seep into me.
I was falling…
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And that’s when the alarm woke me up this morning. Damn it!
So what did you think of my (very hot) dream?