Dreaming like Sunday morning

After the surreal sit down with their cosplayer friend, Paul was having the most surreal dreams. He went from running with Bill in shorts, to shopping with his ex-Julie in a denim skirt, to dancing with Katie in a dress. Then suddenly Katie stopped dancing, and dropped to her knees and lifted up his dress to start going down on him. Molly showed up for some reason and started attack his cock, too. Julie appeared beneath them sucking on his balls and they were magically in the living room and all naked.

Paul’s brain suddenly woke up slightly and the bright living room turned to their dark bedroom, but he was still very much getting oral attention to his groin.

Looking down, he could see his wife’s short-flip hair do bobbing up and down his shaft in the dim light. Reaching down, he ran his hands through her hair in motion to her ministrations.

Feeling his touch, Molly lifted her head up and turned to look at him around his hardened staff, “good morning, my Master.“ Which she followed up with sucking his bald sack while staring at his eyes around his shaft.

As she sucked on his balls, she was afforded the view of him closing his eyes as they rolled back in his head. Molly was never much for messing with sack due to the stray hairs, so he was never really afforded that sensation. But, now, having his balls sucked fully by her lips was definitely a novel experience worth repeating, and it was a universally arousing experience for her to see such deep joy coming to him.

In a brief moment of concentration, Paul reached out and playfully swatted her ass, “get that hot pussy over here, slut,” he demanded with a low growl.

Molly was glad to see him enjoying it so much and could feel fer folds almost dripping; she knew from experience what was coming and was thrilled to see him demanding to play with her. Getting up on her knees but making sure to leave her lips around his cock as an anchor while she rubs her tongue along the shaft as she rotates towards him crab walking closer to him.

He reached out & caressed her ass as soon as it was back in reach, teasing her taunt haunches as she moved. As soon as her knee had gotten close to him, he was able to reach her nether lips and begin teasing their moist inner workings.

As Molly felt his touch move along her exterior, she paused when she felt that intensely intimate touch of his warm finger on hood and shudder moaning around his cock as he found her clit. Energized from his manipulation of her she begins moving her head around his cock faster, moving up and down its length, inhaling deeply through her nose as she kept a lock around him with her lips drooling down his shaft.

He continued moving his finger in an increasing movement, rewarding her surprise initiative with teasing, tantalizing rubs down her lips, punctuating with small bursts of pleasure from her clitoris as he ended his stroke.

As his finger ran down her folds, she could feel his nail lightly scrap down his lips adding an explosive sensation of light pain she was not expecting, but as usual, the pain merely helped to amplify the contrast of pleasure he was giving her and she released her own growl as he continued down to almost flick her clit with his professionally treated nail.

He repeated this motion again & again, heightening her arousal even further, but not getting close to the actual point of release....yet. As he continued to feel his own pressure grow, he could feel he was going to be getting close. Rubbing up and down her slit in coordination to her head movement, he could tell when she clued in as she began to lower her head down to the base and twist before return up his shaft. To reward her, he would mirror her movements moving his finger down her slit as she moved down his cock. He would stay and fondle her clit as she held her lips near the base and rub her tongue along his shaft.

Her mind was quickly clicking into the familiar association of going deep on his cock equated to stimulating her clit. She continued to go up and down, trying to driver herself closer and closer to release as she continued to feel his pressure, build and build. She wasn’t sure which one would reach climax first, but at the moment she wasn’t sure she cared; the intone nature of their relationship tended to cause one's pleasure to reflect and explode off the other.

As he felt her get into a rhythm, Paul reached his other hand down and ran it through her petting her. Occasionally gripping a small hand full of hair to guide her speed, she shuddered as he scratched her already tingling head further pushing her nearly overloaded brain near the edge.

This continued somewhere between the blink of an eye and an eternity, but her brain was quickly losing any sense of time. As she felt the pressure continuing to build in herself ready to explode across her core being, a deep resonance inside her well practice response to bend her neck back and shoot up her head, and shout out a ****, panting “eiselti!!”

Paul realizing this is her trained response to requesting to be allowed released he let up just enough not to push her over, “are you a good cum slut?”

“yes, Master, yes, eiselti ! i am a gud cumslut!! Please!! eiselti, Master!! eiseeeltiii!!!” she tried to push back and forth on him while frantically trying to play with his cock trying to find some way to push herself over the edge listening for the sweet command to release.

As she was pleading, Paul was shifting his hand around to put his thumb near the entrance to her canal, teasing to invade as she maddeningly rocked back and forth. Enjoying again watching her torment on the edge, “That’s not very believable, cunt.”

The normally degrading name only trigger her need even further and words began almost spewing out of her mouth in pure desperation, “i’m a gudgirl, a gud cumslut; i luv pleasure n pleasing others; gud girls luv 2 cum; gud girls luv cum; i luv cock puss n cum; immagud cumslut; please, Maasster, eiselti “

Paul continued to tease her flicking her clit and nudging into her pussy during her pleading diatribe. However, seeing her glistening pussy and his hard wood bouncing in the air, a raw animal energy ran through him and pushed his thoughts out there. “Not yet, slut.”

The denial, the removal of his hand, and his movement of his body away from her & weight displacement leaving the bed caused a cold chill to rush over body and a whine to escape her lips as her whole body seem to shiver in desperation. However, this was very short lived, for she suddenly felt both of his hands gripe either side of her hips; which caused her eyes to bolt open as her vague visual senses could make out the outline of his body standing next to the bed and with prominent shaft she could only briefly focus on as her body was flung around to face away from him on her hands and knees.

Her brain was still catching up with the relative reorientation of the room as her body was lifted and moved backward; feet dangling off the bed seeing the edge of the bed in front of her move further away trying to comprehend what was happening and only hoping she was processing the intention of her body moved around like flesh toy about to be used.

Seeing her pussy dripping onto the bed as he dropped her in place, Paul almost chuckled at the fact her neatly trimmed snatch actually meant she was hairy than him at the moment, but that was very short lived as he saw her vulva almost pulsating trying to pull someone in as she shifted from side to side. Grabbing hold of her hips, he thrust his cock full to the hilt, relishing the comfort of the hot, wet sheath deep within her.

Feeling his girth suddenly filling her previously empty void caused her to release a guttural sound somewhere between a whimper and a growl. Realizing the shaft was holding fast inside her, she began to move rotating her body left and right, flexing & releasing her pelvic floor looking for more stimulation, chasing the ephemeral dragon she was so close to only moments ago.

Gripping the side of her hips, he slowly started moving out; holding her tightly as she attempted to follow his cock, but ignored her whine as he moved to just the tip holding at the edge of her opening, still pulling her heat from her.

Somehow resisting the desire to push back on his cock, she held fast feeling his iron grip on her side, whimpering with desire for him to return. Suddenly, her reality his shoved full **** into her face as she feels him bottom out in her completely; stars erupting before her eyes, she shouts out “Oh God” as pain and pleasure fight for supremacy of her senses threatening to pull her out of her high. Looking back at the smooth Adonis in the pale light she pleads, “please, Sir, please fuck your cunt til you cum,” she emphasizes her desire by rolling her hips in his grasp.

Feeling her juices tickle down his bald sack, he grins pleased & slowly pulls out leaving about a third still in her and slowly back in feeling her velvet interior massage his vein invader. Seeing her throwing her head forward as he moves back in, he can hear her moan as the vale begins to fall back over her brain.

He continued thrusting further and faster in & out of her, watching her mental state drop further into the void, he continued to tease her by quizzing, “who’s cunt is this, slut?”

Grasping for breath fighting the drop to complete fogging knowing she must respond for release, “ur cunt, Master.... ur fuk toy..... ur cum dump..... Use this slut for ur pleasure please, Sir” Rewarding each phrase with his continued thrusts she continued to drop further away from her mental abilities as he drove the bottled explosion closer and closer to the surface.

Hearing her vocal response slowly losing any cognitive detail becoming more animalistic, he increased his pace driving her closer and closer to the ledge. Feeling her on the edge he pulled his grip a little tighter on her.

Feeling his nails dig into her haunches as the pleasurable pole filled her completely, the pain and rush push the tidal wave towards her mental shore, she frantically cries out at the impending storm with her last remaining mental prowess, “eiselti! EISELTI, Maasster!!” Her panic is a short lived second that stretches onto eternity as she feels his cock moving back in and his met with a single quiet word from him: “cum”

Molly’s whole world explodes an array of color, confusion, pleasure, pain, pounding her invader meeting his every thrust trying to swim and enjoy the pleasure waves crashing against the wave of her consciousness screaming in intensity as she continues to feel him pound into her deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Unrelenting, he continues to pound deep within her crevasse over and over, feeling her grip and massage him more and more. Feeling his own growth building, he can her the angelic creature attempting to mumble something but he doesn’t let up feeling his naked balls engorge further ready to explode.

Suddenly, she manages to mumble enough syllables out to get out “eiselti” as she can sense another wave about to come crashing down on her. Hearing no response, her flaling body manages to mutter on repeat “eiselti. eiselti. eiselti” only interrupted as he torments her further “no. are you a good cumslut?”

Deep within her brain she latches onto a fleeting thought in panic hoping she managed to grab the right phrase to shove to her lips only hoping her trained instinct has not betrayed her, “gud cumslut; iluvpleshurin plezsing oths; gud grls luv ta cum; gudgirlsluvcum; iluv cockpussncum; immagudcumslut; Maasster, eiselti eiselti”

Pounding feverishly as he hears her recite her deep ingrained training, feeling her reach the end and about to explode himself, he shouts out “cum, you fucking slut, CUM!”

As she feels the hears the first bit of his phrase, she releases all abandonment and continues to pound back into him. Deep inside her, she can fill him filling her with his seed exploding again and again driving her further and further down, deeper into her core.

Until, finally, they are both panting as his still ridged member is buried in her to the hilt and slowly begins softening. As she slowly feels the tip receding and his essence mixing with her within her three words flash in her brain “good cum slut” and decades of training residing deep in her psyche kick in.

Whipping her body around as her last flood of adrenaline courses through her veins, reaching for his dripping cock with hand, she whispers “i’m a good cum slut” before devouring his cock with her mouth. At the same time, she reaches between her legs with her free hand & covers her vulva catching their mixed juices in her palm. Lingering and lapping at his stiffening cock sucking in all their shared essence, savoring the musky smell, she takes a moment to glance up and seeing even in the dim light her Master’s piercing blue eyes and smile as her body is wracked by an aftershock; juices pooling in her palm; nostrils flare with the scent of their love.

As he finally returns to his natural, nearly flaccid state, she slowly backs off. With ages of practiced grace, leans up as she elegantly brings her filled palm up replacing it with the other hand that was just managing his cock and proceeds to drink their essence as he reaches out to pet her head.

Stroking her hair, he praises her, “good girl”, she moans and shudders from his touch and praise just like it was a brand-new fascination.

Adrenaline running low, exhaustion begins to overtake her and she begins to list to one side. Realizing she is about to pass out, he gives her one final command, “finish off and rest, My pet.”

she slowly withdraws her other hand, pulling her thighs together, and licks at it as she rolls to fall onto her back. Her world is enveloped with the scent of their love as she drifts off into a deep slumber, wriggling as she feels the satin sheets he tenderly covers her with caress her body and tickle her scratches.

Paul slides into bed under the sheets next to her, wrapping a hand over her waist possessively enjoying her warmth.