With pleasant dreams

Plans for the future would have to wait until the weekend was over. For now, I had six more women to seal as mine. It was one thing for them to be bound to obedience - as all 15 of them were from the moment we matched on the app. It was another thing for them to receive my seed, which in my mind is what made them truly belong to me.

Rayanne, Crystal and I had finished around 7:30, so the evening was young. By the time I emerged from my room, the game was winding down, but the atmosphere of geniality and new friendships remained. There was less isolating and working alone and a lot more interacting. Some even seemed happy to be there.

I was feeling a little tired and decided it was time to put on a movie that I wanted to watch. I picked an action comedy that I had seen before – one I could tune in and out of at will as my mind wandered. I sat in the recliner to minimize incidental contact. A few girls made their way to the couch as the movie started – Misty, her legs curled under her plump ass; Rachel, absentmindedly playing with her long blonde hair and smiling whenever she caught me looking at her; and Beatrice, who seemed to be watching and evaluating the other women more than she was watching the movie. My mind did wander, replaying some of the highlights of the previous 36 hours and considering possible paths for the next 36+ years. With Rayanne' s funds in the equation, the possibilities were endless.

About halfway through the film, Sandra came over and curled up on my lap like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to do. Resting her head on my shoulder, she sighed with contentment as I traced my fingers up and down her spine. As the credits started to roll, she murmured next to my ear, “Work's almost done, love. I should be free Monday.” I responded with a squeeze of my arm around her waist.

I hadn't noticed, but the usual train of “night shower people” had been taking their turns washing up for the evening. I saw Julia emerge from my room, freshly cleaned. Just 7 hours earlier I had been cumming inside her. It may have been my imagination, but it looked to me like she was carrying herself differently now. More confidence, more swagger. She was a woman who had been fucked and she knew it. Treated like a set of holes but in turn treating me like a cock with a body attached. It was primal, just as she had wanted it to be.

Sandra noticed the direction of my gaze and said, “That's the last one for the night, you should be good to head in when you're ready.”

I yawned and patted her soft bottom. That was her signal to let me up so I could go to bed. “Jenna?” I asked.

“She might already be in there,” Sandra answered. “She was yawning a lot this evening. I bet she turned in early.”

“OK, thanks.”

Jenna had indeed turned in early. When I got to my room, she was already under the covers, out like a light. Soft snores accompanied the rise and fall of her very full chest. After I had cleaned up and brushed my teeth, I stripped down to my birthday suit and joined her in bed. I didn't need any help falling asleep, even with my excitement over what the night would hold.

I was awakened roughly shortly after 1am. The head of my cock was rubbing against Jenna's wiry pubic hair as she gripped my shaft firmly. With a grunt and an “oof,” she sank down. Not getting me all the way in at first, she worked up and down until she could sink all the way down on me. This was Jenna's 'persona' for the weekend. She would have a very erotic dream and would begin fucking me in her sleep. Though she would wake up, she would think she was still dreaming and would keep fucking me until she finished. In addition to being fun, it was a test on my part. Could I command her dreams? I knew it was possible she would simply sleep through the night and not do anything.

But by all appearances, it had worked. I now knew I could command my girls to dream. That might be very useful later.

I was awake enough to respond, and I wanted to feel the heaviness of her breasts. My hands slipped under her loose sleep shirt and found their prize. But my enjoyment was short-lived. Jenna grabbed my wrists and forcefully pinned them down on the bed, using all her weight to hold me in place. “Not getting away this time you bastard,” she huffed and mumbled. “Ohhhh, fuck yeah, you're bigger than I remembered.” Her breath hissed and her throat grunted as she exerted herself on top of me. I tried to move my arms, even to free one. God I loved her chest! How I wanted to feel the fullness of the largest tits of all my women. But Jenna was strong and I was unable to get free.

She leaned closer, our faces almost touching. Her hair fell in a curtain over our faces and tickled me, but I was powerless to push it away. As her pace went up a notch, Jenna lifted her shirt and bunched it up around her neck, letting her breasts pendulate rapidly in front of me. I was able to lift my head up and catch one in my mouth. “Yes, you motherfucker,” she whispered. “Make me cum. Suck my titties and make me cum on you fat cock. Oh Goddammit, yes! Yes! Yes! YES!” Her last shouts were accompanied by forceful thrusts along my pubic bone, grinding herself down until she froze. Even in the dark, I could see her eyes open wide at the flood of sensations. Her voice switched from grunted commands to high, breathy gasps as she bore down with her vagina and squeezed me tight. I felt the tremors in her tunnel and winced as her fingers dug tighter into my wrists. Soft, girly cries of “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!” followed each quick gasp of breath until she ended with a contented “ohhhhhhhhhh,” and lowered herself down onto me. I moved my hips slowly and gently, probing her softly as she recovered.

But no sooner had she relaxed than she released my wrists and bolted upright, still fully embracing my member in her depths. “What the fuck?” she wondered aloud. Then looking at my face and quickly down at our union, she exclaimed in horror, “Oh God! Oh no! I'm so sorry! I thought I was having a dream!” As she said this she tried to rise off me, but I quickly grabbed her hips and tried to hold her in place. Damn – I had said she was supposed to fuck me until she finished. In my mind, that had meant until she finishes me off, too, but of course that's not how her mind had interpreted it. She finished when she came. That would leave me high and dry.

“I was having a dream,” she explained. “But it wasn't you. But I must have... Oh God, you must think...”

“Jenna,” I groaned. “I'm so close. You can't just...” My cock still worked slowly up into her, enough to keep me on the edge.

“I'm so sorry,” she said again. “I didn't mean to do this. Please don't... don't...” She lost her line of thought as I started moving with more ****. “Why are you still doing this?” she asked. “I took you without your permission, even if I was asleep, that's not OK.”

“You have my permission,” I said hurriedly. “PLEASE! You have my permission now to keep going!”

“But I didn't mean to, and I don't want to. I should get up.” She made ready her hands to push herself off me.

“I can't stop,” I said, grabbing her wrists and twisting my hips until we rolled over, reversing positions. “It's such a good dream,” I said, closing my eyes. Jenna groaned. Maybe she understood the subtext. She had '****' me in her sleep, and I intended to return the favor. If she cried foul on me, I could make the same charge against her. I knew she was letting me finish, because there was no way I was strong enough to hold her down. With her strength alone, not to mention her police training, she would have overcome me if she really wanted to. But she groaned and turned her head to the side, letting me power myself to my peak.

Releasing her hands, I did what I had been longing to do since I first met her. I took hold of her beautiful boobs. I squeezed and rubbed them, kissed and caressed them. I buried my face between them and kissed the skin at the center of her chest. Sensing my release, I moved my hands around to her full ass, tight with muscle and tense with resistance. Gripping her ass, I pulled her towards my thrusts, feeling the tingle of my cum preparing to switch from my body to hers. At the last second, I pressed my face down and **** her to kiss me.

“Kiss me,” I muttered. “Kiss me like you love me.” I hadn't meant to command her. I meant to be imitating the sex talk from her dream with some of my own. But she took it as an order and began passionately moaning into my mouth as our tongues danced together. I couldn't take even a minute of that intimacy without reaching my limit.

Driving my tongue forcefully into her mother, I likewise drove my cock deep into her channel, feeling my ball sack tickle as it rested on her ass. Jenna started talking with her mouth covered by mine, pushing at first softly and then strongly against me as each pulse of my member signaled another load delivered at the door to her womb. Her hips were wiggling but all my strength was concentrated on keeping us locked together.

When I paused to breathe, Jenna's words became clear. She had been demanding, “Pull out! Pull out!” We both knew it was too late, though, and yet she still spoke a pathetic and defeated, “You have to pull out,” even as my last spurt fired deep inside her. I rested in that position for a moment, again moving my hands to where they belonged on her chest.

“OK,” I said at last. “I'm pulling out.” Jenna groaned in frustration as I slowly withdrew, pulling up and letting my slimy cock rest between our bodies as I rested on top of her. Jenna was starting to shake, which I knew wasn't good. Time to use my power.

“Don't freak out,” I instructed her. "Go back to sleep and just remember having a very erotic dream.” Jenna pulled the covers over her body again and was soon asleep. I reached over and pulled her shirt back down over her breasts, then I found her panties and slipped them back up her legs and onto her. Finding some boxers for myself, I put them on and curled up behind Jenna, following her into a satisfied slumber.

End Day Two