Dream Man

Heather’s gaze drifts downward until she is staring at the bed in front of her.

“If you were mine…” This whisper fades into silence. A long, still silence as a sort of dreamy reverie comes over her. Her eyes are focused but not on anything on this realm of existence. From the tip of her dick a steady drip, drip, drip of honey begins to drop onto the towel below. A dozen emotions pass over her face before settling into a faint smile. Her right holds her dick as the left reaches out to touch something intangible and invisible. “You would here. Right here. Looking so good.” Collecting some of her precum she smears her tip and lubes the top half of her erection then begins to stroke. Slowly, smoothly, and softly she strokes. Her other hand curls as if coming down around the top of a thigh. “Perhaps you would be on your back. Mmmm. Legs spread. Your beautiful blue eyes looking up at me and…pleading. That adorable, perfect penis of yours already so hard.” She sighs. “So hard.”

Caught up in her daydream my vision shimmers and…I can almost see myself there on the bed. Me with my nees bend, legs wide, and waiting to be mounted. More honey flows and in her stroking it is brought back over her shaft, her precum providing more than enough lubricant for her to stroke freely.

“Mmmm. No. No. Today I want you on your stomach.” She laughs lightly as she reaches down to help the dream Elliot roll over. “Yes. That’s what I want today. Mmmm.” Her hand caresses the smooth curve of my ass. “Just like that. Ohhh, Elliot.”

“Heatherrr.” I sigh.

“Mmm.” Her smile grows and her cock surges as we both fall deeper into the dream. “Maybe I have you tied? Tied to the bed.” She motions to the four posts where wrists and ankles could be secured by rope or chain. “Mmm…no. No. Not today. Today I want to see my man squirm for me.”

“Yessss.”

Stopping her stroking she reaches with her other hand and takes a gentle hold on dream Elliot’s other bum cheek. A buttock in each hand she rubs and massages and lightly pulls them apart. She lets out a gasp…then bends forward. Burying her face between her hands Heather pushes her tongue deep into my ass!

“OH!”

“You taste good.” She moans softly. She gives each cheek a tender, loving kiss. Then she goes in for seconds. “Ohhh. Nnghh!”

“Yes. Yes!”

“My baby wants it so bad. He’s begging for it.” Her tongue begins to jab, jab, jab in and out of my hole.

“Yes!” I hear a voice say. My voice, but coming from on the bed. “Please, Heather. I want it.”

“Ohhh! Don’t worry, baby. I’m here. Heather’s here baby.” She spreads my specter’s legs and hurries to bring her cock to press against my ass. “Ohhh, yesss. You feel me baby? Do you feel my love?”

“Yes! Yes!”

Moving her tip up and down, as if rubbing against my anus, she smears the copious honey around and around her fat knob. “Mmmm. Just a little honey. Yesss. That’s it. It heals. It soothes. It makes the flesh supple and…flexible. You can take it, my love. Don’t be scared.”

“I want it.” I whine, my real legs spreading as my body on its own pushes my butt hard down on the seat of the chair.

“Ohhhhh!” Her sultry voice moans as she grips her knob tightly with both hands and slowly pushes through her grip. Her fingers spread apart just like my ass would have to if I were really there. “OHHHHH!”

“Ohhhh yessss!” With one long stroke she pushes the dick garter down to the base of her shaft. I don’t see a garter though. I see my own anus stretched around her hard girth as she buried herself inside of me. “Sooo deep!”

“Yes, my sweet man.” She croons as she strokes and thrusts and builds into a slow, steady rhythm. “Nice and deep. Ohhhh, mmmm, you’re so tight baby.”

“Yesss!”

“This would be the night I claimed you as mine. Mine forever. Hahhh!” Her hazy grin is triumphant. “Once my semen has entered your lower intestines and been digested…it’s done. Nothing in the world could take you away from me. No woman could steal you.” Harder she thrusts, faster she strokes, her breasts begin to bounce and all her lovely soft bits jiggle as the honey drips and sprays off of her surging cock. “Mine! My man! My good boy! YOU’RE MINE! MINE!!” Baring her teeth she hisses savagely as I struggle against my bondage. She needed me! She needed her man! I needed to go to her! “Hah! Hah! Ohhh!” Her breath is rapid and gasping as she fucks faster and faster, her big titties clapping off her belly as her balls swing like pendulums. “Yes. Elliot! Yes! YES! OHHHH ELLIOT!”

“Heatherrrr!” I moan as my hips rock at the same pace. My own precum wets my bottoms, soaking through in a dark circle, as drool runs from the corner of my mouth. All that honey! Right there to the licked and sucked. Her big cock…so big…right there to be fucked! Never had I desired one before but in the moment I desired hers. Wanted cock! Her cock! NOW! My voice rising into one of pure submission I writhe and mewl. “Ohhmmmm!”

“OH GOD!” Her shoulders suddenly hunch as her body heaves. Slamming forward she plants her tip down into the towel and I watch in awe as the first great wad of cum forms at her tip! Just one shot was as much as my entire load after a week’s abstinence. Denied the freedom of straight shot into the air her creamy pool grows and grows and grows on the towel around her knob. “Ohhhhh!” She sings as her cock throbs and pulses within her tight grip. “HNNNNGHHHH!!!”

And then…it was over. The spell was broken. Panting hard Heather returns to her senses and the phantom Elliot dissolves into thin air. Supporting herself on one arm as the other squeezes out the dregs of her load she stares down at the bed. Her face, so beautiful in its flushed post-nut glow, flinching against conflicting emotions. Slowly, a bit sheepishly, she looks up at me again.

“I got carried away.” She whispers.

Myself a trembling wreck I fall back against the chair. “Oh Heather!”

“Those things I said…I’m…I never…”

“It’s okay. It was just a fantasy. Just a wonderful fantasy.”

She swallows hard and steadies herself with a deep breath. “Whoooo.” She sits back in a kneeling position looking at the mess she’s made. “I haven’t cum like that since…well, not in a long time.”

“You just needed the right kind of inspiration.”

This makes her laugh. Laughter that makes my own heart sing. “Yes, baby. I think you might be right about that. Wow.”

“Wow indeed!” I gawk at the massive pool of cum glimmering on the towel. Jesus! She could go into bukkake porn as a solo act! I have to suck the spit back into my mouth as I threatens to escape my lips.

With a chuckle she folds the towel over her load and wipes her dick clean. “Let’s not tempt you. He he he. No jelly for you.”

“Jelly?”

“Royal Jelly. Cum. The real thing.” Her body loose and relaxed she lounges back against her pillows, her big titties slumping to each side as her massive softening member lays heavy across her leg. “Ohhh.” She fans herself. “That was just lovely.” She pulls a long intake through her nostrils to somehow catch a whiff of me over the heavy, pungent aroma of her own cum that hung heavy through the room. “Mmmm. A magazine can never replace a real man.”

“I’m glad I could be your fap material.”

“Fap material!? Ha ha ha!”

I giggle. “I’ve never…seen anything like that before.”

“I bet.” She winks. The air is charged with emotion as we just stare at each other for a lingering moment. There was so much to be said yet the words escaped us both. At last she lets out a long sigh and glances down to the tent in my pants. “Well. I suppose it would be rude if I just left you like that.”

I look down at my boner than back to her with a big, goofy grin and nod like mad.

“Alright! Alright! I get the hint.” She dries her hands again on the edge of the towel and says. “I’m a bit out of practice but let’s see what Heather can do for her handsome man, hm?”