Dream fantasy with my FWB

I arrived at her place last night in my dream, and the moment she opened the door, the sight of her hit me like a drug. She was wearing that tight little black outfit, the one that hugs every dangerous curve, making her tits look impossibly full and her ass impossible to ignore. The thin fabric clung to her, already betraying how hard her nipples were. My cock stiffened instantly, straining against my jeans.

I didn’t waste time with hello. My hand shot to her hair, gripping a fistful at the roots, yanking her head back just enough to expose her throat. I crushed my mouth to hers hard, possessive, devouring. While our tongues fought, my other hand slid under her skirt, hooking her soaked panties to the side. Fuck, she was drenched. My fingers pressed against her swollen clit, not entering yet, just applying firm, teasing pressure. Her whole body jolted, hips bucking involuntarily into my hand as a desperate little whimper escaped into my mouth.

I broke the kiss, lips brushing her ear. “Are you going to be my dirty little slut tonight?” I growled. “The kind I get to use however the fuck I want?”

Her voice came out shaky, breathy, dripping with need. “Anything you want… I’m yours.”

Those words sent another thick pulse through my cock. I stepped back, eyes locked on hers. “On your knees. Now.”

She dropped instantly, knees hitting the floor, looking up at me with those wide, hungry eyes. I unzipped slowly, letting my heavy, throbbing cock spring free right in front of her face. She lunged forward, hand reaching greedy, but I caught her wrist mid air and delivered a sharp slap across her cheek with my other hand.

“No,” I said, voice low and dangerous. “You don’t touch until I say. If you want to be fucked like the desperate little slut you are, you’re going to learn to obey.”

Her lips parted, about to protest or beg, I didn’t let her. I gripped the base of my shaft and slapped the thick head against her cheek once, twice, three times, wet smacks that left faint red marks and made her gasp. On the fourth, her mouth fell open wider, instinctively, and I didn’t hesitate. I pushed forward, sliding my cock past her lips, filling her warm, wet mouth in one smooth thrust.

“Good girl,” I groaned as she immediately hollowed her cheeks and relaxed her throat. “No teeth. Just like that.”

I started fucking her face slow at first, then deeper, harder. She took every inch, gagging softly when I hit the back of her throat but never pulling away. Saliva dripped down her chin, tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and still she sucked like she was starving for it. I had to grip her hair tighter, fighting the urge to unload right then, painting the back of her throat with thick ropes of cum.

But I wanted more.

I pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us. “Bedroom. Now. Strip. Play with that greedy little pussy until I get there.”

She scrambled up, practically running. By the time I walked in slowly, deliberately she was already naked on the bed, legs spread wide, two fingers circling her clit while her other hand pinched and tugged at her stiff nipples. Her pussy glistened, swollen, dripping onto the sheets. She looked obscene. Perfect.

I stripped while I watched, stroking myself lazily. Then I grabbed her thick black dildo from the drawer, the one that stretches her just right and tossed it onto the bed.

“Fuck yourself with it. All the way. Show me how badly you need to be filled.”

She didn’t hesitate. She lined it up and sank down onto it in one long, greedy slide, taking every inch on the first try. A guttural moan tore from her throat. I stroked myself harder, eyes locked on the way her pussy lips gripped the toy, how her hips rolled as she started pumping it in and out.

“Harder,” I ordered.

She obeyed instantly. The wet, obscene squelch of her cunt filled the room as she slammed the dildo deeper, faster, cream coating the shaft with every thrust. Her breathing turned ragged, desperate.

I climbed onto the bed, grabbed the bottle of oil, and poured it over her tits until they shone. My hands slid over them, kneading, pinching slick nipples until they were diamond hard. Then I straddled her chest, sliding my cock between those perfect, oiled breasts. She lost rhythm for a second, eyes fluttering shut as I fucked her tits.

I stopped. “Did I say you could stop fucking yourself?”

She whimpered, immediately slamming the dildo back in, harder.

“That’s better. If you disobey again, I’ll edge you for hours and not let you cum. Understand?”

“Yes fuck yes…”

I resumed fucking her tits, slick and hot, while she pounded her pussy. Then I shifted lower, hooked her legs over my shoulders, and buried my face between her cheeks. My tongue dragged over her tight little asshole slow circles at first, then pressing inside. She cried out, body jerking. I could taste her pussy juices dripping down, so I lapped at them greedily, tongue fucking her ass while she kept working that dildo.

She came hard almost immediately shaking, gushing, her cum running down over her hole. I didn’t stop. I ate her through it, pushing my tongue deeper, then sliding one finger in alongside it. She was so relaxed, so open. A second finger followed, scissoring gently, stretching her while I guided more of her own slick down to lube her ass.

When I felt her ready, I took control of the dildo, fucking her with it in steady, deep strokes. She melted under me, pliant, trusting. I pressed the swollen head of my cock against her asshole and eased in slowly, inch by inch. She tensed briefly when I was halfway, but I didn’t stop moving the dildo, didn’t stop rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her body opened for me again, and soon I was buried balls deep in her tight, hot ass.

I stayed still for a moment, letting her feel every thick inch stretching her. Then I started small thrusts at first, just an inch, then two, letting the dildo and my fingers on her clit keep her climbing. When her breathing hitched and her walls fluttered, I knew she was close again.

That’s when I started really fucking her.

Long, deep strokes pulling almost all the way out, then slamming back in. The grip was perfect, velvet tight. She came again almost instantly body convulsing, screaming my name, eyes rolling back. I didn’t let up. I pounded her ass relentlessly while the dildo hammered her pussy in the same brutal rhythm. She tried to push me away, overwhelmed, but I had her pinned, legs up, completely at my mercy.

Her orgasms rolled into each other stronger, wetter, more violent. I could feel every pulse, every spasm milking me. When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her ass with thick, hot spurts. Her body kept shaking even after I stopped moving, little aftershocks rippling through her.

I pulled out slowly. Cum immediately leaked from her stretched hole, dripping down over her pussy filthy, beautiful. She collapsed onto the bed, chest heaving, a huge dazed smile on her face.

“Wtf was that…” she whispered, voice wrecked.

I went to the bathroom, cleaned myself quickly, then came back. Without warning I slid back into her dripping pussy still pulsing, still sensitive. She came again the second I bottomed out, a surprised, broken cry tearing from her throat as her walls clamped down like a vice.

I grinned against her neck.

“We’re not done, baby. Not even close.”

I started fucking her again slow this time, deep, deliberate determined to ruin her completely before the dream ended. 😈