Allow Yourself to Rest

As the anesthetics start to fade, you feel yourself coming back to, but in face of how hard your day had been you decide to get some more sleep.

When you finally wake up, you find yourself back in Sara's room, wearing a unnapropriately sexy nightie for someone who's just been through "corrective measures" whatever that mean. Your mind tries to tell you there's something troubling about the fact that you're still wearing a nightie after CARA was reprogrammed, but when you look to the side and realize Jessica is over there, making out with Rose, Rose from your last job with who you had the, now second, weirdest date ever, you realize it's a dream.

The way the two of them look sideways towards you at that exact thought confirms it. And the inviting smiles even more so, because Rose surely wouldn't ever again want to do anything to you.

You get near the girls, Rose makes sure you're in the middle of them, Jessie kisses your nape. You decide you're going to enjoy this dream. But as you start getting aroused you realize that your mind has accepted what your body has been doing to you, and even asleep you can't get your cock hard. The both of them giggle at you, reading your mind.

"That has not been a problem for us so far, has it {firstname}?"

She lowers your panties and start grinding between your cheeks. "But Rose wants something too", she says, as she shoves you forward, making you fall on all fours, face perfectly aligned to Rose's panties. And even before you pull them down, you know that Jessie didn't mean licking her pussy.

The best part about dreaming is just how things work perfectly, no need for lube, no gagging as Rose's cock is deep in throat. It's all so overwhelming that both you and your partners come too quickly, the feeling of they comming on you is nicer, they don't end in a few quick spurts, they come inside you, and then all over you, making you drippy and sticky, and the memory still vivid from this morning calls to you it's taste and smell.

And soon after they've finished you find yourself wanting more of it. You just stick your ass up face down in the bed, and call to your dream all the girls you've ever wanted to fuck, and they come, one after another. The impression you have of this dream before you wake up is the sticky, salty liquid of all your would be lovers.

Opening your eyes you find yourself really in Sara's room, Jessie sitting by the bed, smiling and a very damp impression in your panties.

"Must have been a very good dream" is Jessie's way of saying "Good morning."