Allison takes a ride then gives one.

You slip off your pants, considering having her suck you off, thinking you're her unicorn, but you chide yourself for your impatience. You want her to remember this fantasy with longing, not shame. Patience will be rewarded. You continue the story:

"The unicorn bows his head invitingly and you jump on his back," you whisper. "Your heart is all a flutter as you feel his magical strength between your bare thighs."

You stroke the bare thighs in question and put them into a position where she could be straddling her imaginary unicorn. You stroke the dewy thatch of her mound.

"The motion of the big animal between your legs is thrilling," you say. "You've never been so aroused. The dappled sunlight that streams through the trees as the unicorn takes you down a forest path makes your head swim. You don't know who you are or where you're going and you don't care! All you know is that you're horny, Allison. So God-damned horny!"

"So God-damned horny!" The naked, **** MILF agrees and the scent of her arousal wafts through the room as you press your thumb just above her clitoris.

"A tree branch snags your night gown and rips it away, but you don't care that you're naked in the woods," you say. "As your bare breasts bounce with every bound of your magical steed, all you can think of is the pounding need in your crotch."

"So. God. Damned. Horny!" She reiterates.

"The unicorn starts climbing a hill and as he does so, your crotch presses against his muscular back and throbs with overwhelming desire," you press with word and hand. "You shudder with arousal!"

She mews like a lost kitten.

"The unicorn takes you beyond the tree line and the sun is blinding," you continue. "But atop the grassy hill, you can make out the figure of a man. As the unicorn carries you towards him, you see he is shirtless, his well-muscled chest and arms bare, but a black silk mask covers his face and he carries a sword. As you come closer, though, he throws his sword away and rips off his pants. You see he is still very well-armed."

"YES! Oh God yes!" She cries.

"Your steed delivers you to the masked man and stops. Your stud reaches up to you with bulging arms. You reach down to him and beg 'Take me! Take me now! Ravage me!' and he slides you off the unicorn and lays you in the soft grass in one fluid motion," you tell her.

"Take me! Take me now! Ravage me!" She begged in her **** delerium.

You've been very patient. You've been very hard. You really deserve some reward for all your work. You kiss your future mother-in-law and she devours the kiss, her mouth welcoming your tongue more desperately than her daughter's does.

You break off the kiss and mount the MILF. As horny as you've made her, there is an audible squelch as your cock slides into her gushing twat.

"Ravage me! Ravage me!" She continues to beg, her unfocused eyes seeing the mysterious hilltop and masked rogue you built in her befuddled mind. What the mystery man does in her fantasy, you do in reality.

You pump and pound and she quivers and jibbers. You thrust and throb, she bucks and babbles. You screw and swirl, she shakes and shudders. You fuck and fondle, she gasps and gushes.

And then she arches her back with a ragged intake of breath and then let's out a squeal like a balloon loosing air as all tension leaves her body and her jaw goes slack, her unfocused eyes staring in awe at her dream man, or possibly the face of God.

You sigh and chuckle. You will be both to her soon enough. You pull out of her and she whimpers a weak protest but you assure he everything is all right. She is safe and sated and fantastically fucked. The best fuck of her life.

"The best fuck of my life..." She agrees, though she slurs so much it's hard to tell for certain what she said.

"You're going to sleep now, Allison and have more sexy, sexy dreams," you encourage. "You will wake up in the best mood, delighted to spend the day with Mary and her new boyfriend. You like Mary's new boyfriend so much."

"So much..." She agrees and closes her eyes as she drifts back into Dreamland.

You sigh at a job well done. But the job has left Allison a sloppy mess. You were careful not to leave scratches or hickies, but the gooey remnants of your work with Allison is not going to seem dream like in the morning. You can't leave her like this.