A return to a dream future

You wake up and immediately realize that you have returned to the dream world from earlier this week. Some mysterious vision of the future, where you are married to Carrie and live a hedonistic lifestyle of excess. The bed you are lying in remains as massive as ever, easily capable of fitting up to a dozen beauties, as well as yourself. You are alone once more, but this time you can hear the sound of a shower in an adjacent room. You carefully get out of bed, immediately missing the feel of the soft and comfortable sheets, and you spot your pair of slippers lined up neatly next to the nightstand. More intrigued by the sound of water running, you ignore putting them on and follow it to the source. The door to the bathroom is ajar, indicating that the person in question is not worried by the thought of you intruding. Figuring that it is your future wife Carrie in there, you slip in, also intending to look at your reflection in the mirror. The last time you were in this dream world, you never got a good glimpse of yourself and you have to admit that you wouldn't mind seeing how you've progressed over the years in this fictional scenario of the future.

The bathroom is luxurious, as with all things in this mansion. You can't quite see into the shower due to the fact that the glass has fogged over, it still looks like it could house as many people as your bed. But you suppose that might be by design. After all, if you needed the room to entertain that many people in the bedroom, then you might all want to take a shower together the morning after.

Catching sight of yourself, you appear just about how you would expect. About five years older than you are currently, there doesn't seem to be any major changes to your physique. Sure, you're a little bit more in shape, and you have no doubt that Carrie pushed you towards the ideal body in pursuit of seducing more and more women. It certainly seems to have paid off, and while you clearly don't eat well enough to maintain a six pack, you wouldn't get any complains with your shirt off, that was for sure.

Smiling at yourself, you hear the door to the shower open. And rather than Carrie, who you expect, strutting out in the nude, it is in fact Natalie. Her wet body glistens in the artificial light, and despite just having sex with her in the real world, her bountifully hefty breasts and shaved cunt arouse you, causing you to slowly harden in your maroon boxers. She brightens up at the sight of you and quickly navigates her way over to peck you on your lips. You begin to question her presence, but your mouth won't open and you realize that you are once again a prisoner in your own body.

"Hey hun," Natalie says, using the pet name usually reserved for Carrie. As she's talking to you, she's carefully drying herself off with a towel. "You just missed Ashley, I think she headed off to work about ten minutes ago." Natalie turns away to toss the towel into the hamper, and while she does so, you pounce on her, pulling her into your grasp and groping each of her tits. She moans and melts into your frame, turning and leaning her head back to kiss you on the mouth.

"Did you kiss Ashley goodbye?" you say, pulling your head away. Your ministrations leave Natalie breathless, and all she can do is nod at you. You smile and reply, "Good. As your master, I want you to continue to explore your bisexual curiosity. Before the next time that I fuck you, I'm requiring that you seduce another one of my women and eat her out to orgasm. Understand?" Natalie nods demurely, and you smile at her once again. "Good. Now, before you head off to work you can suck me off."

Natalie pulls away and looks longingly at your crotch. "I'm already late as it is, I'm not sure if I have the time." Your dream self, however, knows how to deal with this insubordination. You grab her wrist and pull her back into the bedroom. Once there, you push her down on her knees, and her lack of resistance lets you know that this kind of game is typical of the two of you. In fact, Natalie might have declined your initial advance merely to provoke your ire.

"Wrong answer," you say as you quickly dispose of your boxers, leaving you just as naked as Natalie. She can't stop herself, and once she catches sight of your dick she leans in to start sucking. Her hunger for your dick is ravenous, and she quickly ramps up to shoving your dick down her throat. You do note that in this dream world, her technique is better than what you just experienced a few short hours ago. You don't know if it was due to training from Carrie or the fact that she was now so uninhibited in her sexual appetites. You decide that it doesn't matter at the moment, and you let your head lean back as you bask in the pleasure from this dream.

You soon approach the precipice of your orgasm, but rather than bring you over, Natalie seems to calm her blow job. You look down in confusion, but the glint in her eyes indicate that she is doing it on purpose, trying to make the blowjob last as long as possible You don't mind, of course, as you certainly aren't worried about being late for work in a dream.

You hear a faint knock at the door and without worrying about any potential consequences you shout out, "Come on in!" A slight Asian maid enters, blushing and shunting her eyes at the sight of you and Natalie. She moves to retreat, but you speak up firmly, "No, stay here. This room is filthy and needs a maid to clean it." All you get for a response is a murmur and she fully enters the room and begins to straighten things out. You decide that this maid must be new and hasn't yet succumbed to the debauchery of the mansion.

As you get a clearer look at her, you realize that her outfit is just as slutty as the blonde maid from your last dream, though slightly different. Her outfit is primarily black, with a set of transparent lace covering her front. You can see through it well enough to see that she's wearing a skimpy black bra underneath. The only other thing of note she's swearing is a set of garters on each of her thighs.

Natalie, on the other hand, seems to have no issue with a voyeur. In fact, she's started gagging on your cock in order tease the new maid with arousing sounds. It's also turning you on, as even though your dream self must be very comfortable with viewers, you are not yet at that point in your sexual mastery. Working with Natalie, you thrust your cock hard down her throat, amplifying the noises from her throat.

Unfortunately, this has the side effect of being very sexually stimulating for you. Knowing that you are soon about to cum, you call out, "Maid. Come over here. After I cum in this slut's mouth, I want you to have a taste." All that the maid does is nod at you, rushing over and kneeling next to her companion. Natalie has taken the cock from deep within her mouth, as she doesn't want your ejaculate to spray straight into her stomach and so that she can share it with the maid. Natalie is focusing the considerable efforts of her tongue on the underside of the tip. With her right hand she's stroking you at a steady pace, making sure to caress as much of your dick as she can.

Her left hand, however, grasps the hand of the maid and brings to your balls. The nameless maid begins to fondle them, and the thought that Natalie and you have corrupted someone together overcomes your resolve. You cum hard and wake up from your dream.