The Power of Suggestion

There is little doubt that alcohol makes Ria horny. Practically the second she has you in her room you find yourself being pushed against a wall quite aggressively, and she begins making out with you like her life depends on it. The sweet smell of some strawberry scented cocktail still lingers on her breath.

Desiring her to be naked as quickly as possible, you tug suggestively at Ria's top until she takes the hint and lifts up her arms obligingly, allowing you to remove it from her body. Since she wasn't wearing anything underneath, those gorgeous tits of here, the ones you so eagerly stuck your dick between when you were in ancient Rome together, are out in the open again.

Or is 'again' the right word? This is technically the first time you have seen them, at least in real life. The startling thing is that they look exactly the same as they did in her fantasy. Identical. They are the same size, same shape and have exactly the same feel to them. Even her nipples are instantly recognisable. It is quite easy for you to be sure, since it has been less than twenty four hours since your 'dream' about Ria, and you have had the beautiful memory of those very same titties physically stimulating you to orgasm burned into his your sub-conscience almost every waking minute since.

That feels like confirmation this is the exact same Ria who was with you in the dream world last night and yet, while you know your shared fantasy had been just as real what you are currently experiencing in her bedroom, for Ria those events seem to have registered as something she had cooked up in her own horny imagination - a dirty, private and probably shameful secret you couldn't possibly be allowed to know anything about.

Such conjecture doesn't seem important right now though, as Ria begins to take things even further than she had when she was your servant girl and you were her master, wriggling out of what was left of her clothing and throwing herself down on the nearby bed, lying on her back with her legs raised just enough to present you with a view far too tempting to resist. You briefly ponder to yourself just how easy it must be for Ria to get anyone she wants to fuck her. If you'd had an inappropriate dream about a colleague and decided you wanted to get them back to your room the very next night to act out your fantasies in real life, you would almost certainly have been shit out of luck. At least until now.

You unbuckle your jeans and begin undressing as quickly as you can, while a ready-to-be-fucked Ria remains sprawled naked on the bed, stroking her boobs invitingly and flashing you a greedy smile. Soon you are equally unclothed and on top of her. Ria is too inebriated and you are too horny to prolong this experience, so foreplay is all but bypassed and within seconds you are thrusting yourself inside her, your dick provoking a slight, satisfying squelching sound to accompany Ria's cute little moans as it manoeuvres itself between her moistened pussy lips.

Of course, your love making session with your office crush is more than pleasant, and less than forty eight hours ago you would have killed to be in the position you are now. However, after the no holds barred Roman fantasy from the previous night it all seems a little....vanilla?

Ria is definitely less wild and kinky in real life than she is in her fantasies or, at the very least, less willing to submit to her taboos. She doesn't refer to you as Master once, no tit wank is offered, and you get the distinct impression that it would not go down at all well if you even attempted to smack her arse. Your job here is to fuck Ria hard in a missionary style until she cums, a role you are very happy to carry out but, once you are done, you find yourself feeling strangely unfulfilled.

"So, what made you notice me all of a sudden?" you ask Ria as the two of you spoon together post coitus, curious to see what kind of an answer you will get.

"Erm..."

She knows the reason of course, but thinks you don't and, either out of shame or wanting to retain a sense of privacy over her own dirty mind, she isn't planning on telling you.

"I don't know, really. Probably how well you dealt with that bitch of a client today"

Ria is neither a convincing nor competent liar. That property visit came after she had already asked you out.

"Anyway, does it matter?" she continues "You're in my bed with me, isn't that enough without you needing to know my entire thought process?"

Okay, that was a more defensive response than you had been expecting. Clearly Ria's fantasies are a personal and private matter. Or so she thinks anyway. Probably best to change the subject.

"So do you really think we should go in together tomorrow?"

"Yeah, holding hands, right past Micky's desk. I think he'd explode!"

"You're naughty" you tell her, your voice full of fond approval.

She giggles.

Liking the sound of that description for Ria, and fuelled a little by the alcohol that is still in your system, you decide to push forward with the thought.

"You're like a dirty, slutty, naughty little school girl"

"Oi, fuck off!"

Ria turns and slaps you playfully on the shoulder. She's not annoyed, but is making it clear she doesn't want you talking like that to her. It seems she is surprisingly conservative sexually, at least while she is awake.

"Okay, well it's late, best get some sleep" you suggest.

You kiss, and turn away from each other as you try to achieve some separate shut eye in the same bed. There is only one thought dominating your mind as you begin to drift off.

Ria.

Ria.

Ria....

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The next thing you know you are sitting behind a desk at the front of what you assume must be a classroom, but it doesn't look or feel like it would have belonged in any school you ever went to though. This room is clean and clinical, lifeless and empty. You gaze down to see that you are wearing a black robe, then reach upwards to feel that you have on your head what seems to be a mortar board hat.

Why are you dressed like a headmaster from the 1950s? You called Ria a naughty, slutty school girl just moments before she went to sleep, then you couldn't stop thinking about her and appear to have unwittingly sent her into another fantasy. Is she really that suggestible?

The answer soon comes as she enters the room and saunters towards you dressed like something out of an early Britney Spears Video.