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I'm back in my loft, slumped in my well-worn leather recliner, the coolness of the faded material seeping through my collared shirt, grounding me in reality. My modest four-bedroom loft in New York City swallows up a significant portion of my paycheck, but it's mine, and it's comfortable enough. The simple, affordable furnishings—the mismatched couch, the stained glass coffee table, the small, wall-mounted TV with cables dangling limply—are all familiar sights. My movie collection, spanning two shelves leaning against the wall on both sides of the TV, are my pride and joy, a thousand titles that have brought me endless hours of escape.

Emily's picture sits in a silver frame beside me, her smile warm and inviting. I can't help but feel a pang of sadness, thinking that I'll never be able to give her the orgasmic explosions I gave my fictional counterparts.

That dream... it was something else. Strange, erotic as fuck, and somehow terrifying all at once. But it was vivid, so fucking vivid. I can still feel the heat of their skin, the taste of their bodies, the way their nipples felt in my mouth, the way their tongues explored mine. My cock tingles at the memory, and I can still taste them, a delicious combination of sweat and desire.

I shake my head, trying to clear the lingering sensations, when I hear a clatter. I look to my left and see something peeking out from under the recliner. A case, glossy and black, with my name written in bold white font across the top. As I slide it out, I see the tops of Buffy and Faith's heads, and then their naked bodies come into view, magically moving as if broadcasting live. They're kissing and exploring each other's bodies, their skin slick with sweat. The title of my erotic adventure with the slayers reads: "Slayer Sandwich: Creampied and Satisfied."

I bring the case closer to my eyes, my mind reeling. "It wasn't a dream," I say aloud, my voice barely a whisper.

I flip the case over, and there it is again—every explicit detail of my tryst with the two slayers, each position, suck, and penetration captured in stunning, crystal-clear detail. I can almost hear the sounds, almost hear Buffy's pleading scream of "Please cum inside of me!"

There's a small, green play button flashing on the case. With a sense of curiosity and trepidation, I press it. Crystal-clear audio plays, with Faith's deliciously smoky voice narrating our explicit adventure:

"Get ready to witness a man, Joe, give endless... and thick... waves of pleasure," Faith narrates.

I see myself in the void, calling out, "Hello?" My image fades to a sensual close-up of my cock as Buffy runs her tongue along its length, leaving a trail of saliva. "Where a seemingly innocent Vampire Slayer wishes there was someone to teach her how to please said man," Faith's narration continues.

The image shifts to Faith, topless, addressing me as the audience. "And I'm just the one to teach her," her image says, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

The footage cuts to multiple images as Faith's voice continues to narrate: "Watch Buffy suck," and I see Buffy wrapping her lips around my cock, her cheeks caving in as she sucks eagerly. "Watch Buffy fuck," and the image fades to Buffy's pussy wrapped tightly around my cock, her body moving in stunning slow motion as she rides me.

Faith's face returns, a sly smile on her face as she addresses the "camera": "And watch me take that dick too," she teases, and the image shows Faith's pussy as she rides me professionally, her head thrown back, hair flowing in an arc.

Faith's narration continues over the erotic, slow-moving images of my night with the slayers: "And watch in stunning, vivid detail as Buffy's final lesson takes heed and Joe's thick, throbbing cock shoots its massive load into Buffy's tight, so very tight, pink pussy."

I see it—my cock, gripped by Buffy's pussy lips, pulsing, throbbing, spurting my load deliciously into her. Buffy's voice screams, "Please cum inside me," over the shot, her pleasure evident in every fiber of her being.

"See the creampie, thick and warm, deep inside Buffy, a testament to their carnal encounter," Faith's image returns to address the camera. "And watch me taste every drop."

The image cuts to Faith, her tongue scooping, swallowing, scooping, swallowing... a slow, agonizingly slow shot of her tongue lapping up my seed. Faith's image returns, close, her face filling the screen. "And it's so, fucking delicious."

The case's image fills with my cock pumping my load into Buffy as the trailer reaches its end.

"Joe's cum, Buffy's pussy, my mouth—an erotic trilogy of action that will leave you breathless and begging for more."

The case fades to black, and then it’s back to its slideshow, the erotic images playing out before my disbelieving eyes.

I can only utter a shocked, "What the fuck?" as I stare at the case, my mind racing with the implications of what I've just seen and heard. This wasn't a dream—it was a reality, captured in stunning detail, and now I have the proof.