Of Wendy

The moment sleep takes you, you dream. You grab Wendy roughly and kiss her. You are instantly hard. You continue to kiss her as she efficiently removes your clothes.

You rip her lab coat off and her dress follows. Her eyes glow red as you push her down and jam your cock deep into her folds.

You thrust in and out as she grins wickedly at you. You feel yourself ready to explode.

“Cum!” She rasps.

You feel like a fire hydrant, spraying her insides. She repositions you, licks your cock hard and slides on. She rides you screaming obscenities. As you are about to cum, she traces her finger on your black lips. You cum again even harder and awake with a start.

You sit up. You are sweaty and alert. You actually feel more energized, despite your dreams. You admire your black lips in the mirror while trying to figure out what comes next.

The door slides open. Wendy steps in. She looks even hotter than yesterday. She wears a black latex dress that leaves nothing to the imagination. Only her pristine white lab coat provides any mystery.

Your cock springs to attention.

She talks into a voice recorder. “Subject is awake, aroused, and full of energy.” She looks up at you. “Would you like to fuck me, Nick.”

You nod. “Yes.”

“What about your friend, Carrie.”

What about Carrie, you think. The thought of having your ex-girlfriend watching you fuck her current girlfriend is just so naughty. Your black lips curl into a grin.

“She can watch.”

Wendy laughs. “Well then, get your cock inside me.”

She sheds her lab coat and unzips a zipper exposing her soaking sex. You practically rip off your pants and cross the room.

The moment your lips touch hers you feel incredible. Pleasure flows from them lighting up your brain.

“Fuck!” You yell like a battle cry as you penetrate her.

You vigorously piston her for nearly an hour. You feel her climax, then climax again, and again. You cum.

Even as you finish, you feel even more energetic than when you started. You look around and realize Carrie is watching you.

She gives you a Mona Lisa smile and walks out. Wendy sits up.

“That was quite nice, Nick. It’s times like this I regret not being a full fledged demoness.”

She exits and the doors close behind her. Suddenly, you’re back to being a prisoner. A few hours later a meal is shoved under your door.

It isn’t half bad and every time the fork touches your lips you nearly cum. You pace angrily for a bit. Then you actively search the room for any routes to escape. Finally, you go to sleep. You wonder if you’ll see Wendy again.