Courtney’s Wet Dream (MF, oral, mast)

I had a vivid dream last night, which is quite strange for me; because I
vary rarely, remember having dreamt at all. It was so clear, as if I were
watching a movie of myself and so sexually realistic I actually orgasmed in
my sleep.

It started with me standing in a dark nightclub at the edge of a stage; I
had a cocktail with a cherry on the rim which I ate then sucked the sweet
cherry juice off my finger and thumb. It was at this point I saw him,
reasonably tall and well built, with dark wavy hair sort of long but only to
just below his jaw line. His eyes were shadowed but blue and he had a
strong square jaw and a generous mouth.

I guess if he were real he had the kind of looks that take my breath away
and there was a depth to him that was most appealing. I paused in my dream
as he caught my eye, fingertip still in my mouth and he walked right up to
me and leaned in towards my right ear.

“You really shouldn’t suck your fingers so seductively in public, you could
attract the wrong kind of attention” he whispered deeply.

“The wrong kind? Are you referring to yourself?” I asked cheekily with what
I supposed was a seductive smile.

“Only you could tell me that” he replied, his eyes staring into mine.

I was very aware of his interest in me, the broadness of his shoulders, in
my minds eye it was as if I could smell his masculinity. My whole body
seemed to quiver with the anticipation of an encounter I was not likely to
forget and when he took my hand I followed him with no hesitation.

We were in a room behind the nightclub; I could still hear the loud music
and the voices of people outside the door. His kisses took my breath away
and I could feel the hardness of him and I slowly unzipped his jeans. His
eyes took on a yearning look of a man who knows he is about to have his cock
sucked and getting on my knees in front of him, that’s exactly what I did.

He ran his fingertips through my hair as I sucked his circumcised head into
my mouth, his cock was thick and hard and impressive in length. I managed
to take him all into my throat, enjoying the feeling of him filling me and
imagining him fucking my horny wet cunt.

I heard him moan and he clasped the back of my head as his hips raised off
the seat, his cock was completely inside me when he came. I swallowed
against his hard throbbing shaft, the constrictions of my throat milking him
until he withdrew from the confines of my mouth.

“I though watching you suck your fingers got me all hot, but I had no idea
anyone could suck cock like that” he gasped, pulling me up and kissing me
long and hard on the mouth.

The dream took a turn about this time, he was the owner of the property that
the nightclub was being run on, it was outside the city limits and quite
isolated and now it was morning. People were cleaning up and all the
equipment that had been the club was removed, I seemed to be quite unable to
do anything but wait for him to return from making sure that everyone had
left.

When he did return he was all over me, touching me through my clothes as he
kissed me, making my body want him so badly that my mind had no alternative
but to give in to him. There was someone at the door who shouldn’t have
still been on the property, they argued over the fact that I shouldn’t still
be there, that he was taking advantage of me. I’m not sure what happened
but a fight ensued outside and for some reason I was under the impression
that he killed the other guy. Which strangely enough didn’t seem to bother
me and I wondered for a moment if I had been drugged.

When my dream guy returned he told me that I never had to go home, that I
could stay there with him and he would look after me. I just agreed
quietly, totally enthralled by his beautifully formed body as he walked
around in a pair of jeans with no shirt. He ensured that I had everything I
needed and that I was comfortable and for some reason he had to change the
locks on the place and I watched him as he did this, wondering if he was
locking someone out or just locking me in – again this didn’t seem to bother
me.

When he was finished he returned his attentions to me, my body already in a
state of utter arousal from our previous petting. This time I was rendered
naked and as his fingertips gently stroked me all over he told me of his
need for me, of how much I turned him on when he first saw me and of how he
was never going to let me go. I trembled beneath his touch, my whole body
tingling with ecstasy. When his hand finally found its way between my legs
I moaned with pleasure, I was swollen and quite wet, my clit aching for
attention.

“Oh god” he groaned when he found my obvious arousal; his fingers worked my
swollen clit, rubbing it as if it were a tiny cock until my body shuddered
and jerked with orgasm. Then his fingers were pushing inside me, probing
and caressing with deep thrusts, his thumb still working my sensitive clit.

“You’re so worked up, I want you so bad” he murmured as he mouthed my
nipple, his tongue flicking it’s hardened tip.

“Then take me.please, I want you too,” I replied with a shaky sigh.

A moan of desire was his only reply and he turned me around so I was
standing in front of him and I could hear him take off his jeans. Then
bending me forward slightly he held my hip with one hand and guided his rock
hard member straight into my waiting pussy.

He held me by both hips as he fucked me, strong, deep, slow strokes at
first, stretching me to his size and letting me adjust to him. Then as I
moaned and sighed with the growing pleasure inside me, he began to thrust
faster, pumping me hard from behind.

I was so turned on by this frenzied style of fucking that my pussy squeezed
his cock tightly and I orgasmed quite hard, my juices flowing and my insides
clamping down rhythmically on his rock hard cock. The only problem being
that I woke up when I climaxed and just at that moment my alarm clock went
off. Time to get out of bed and stop dreaming about strange men fucking you
in strange places. My nipples were as hard as pebbles, while my pussy was
all wet and pulsing from the orgasm I’d had in my sleep.

I don’t have a name for him, and I don’t even know if I will dream about him
again, but I sure as hell hope he makes an appearance in my dreams again
soon!