Dream on!


It’s Masturbation Monday once again! So here’s a question: what do you dream about when you are bringing yourself off? Now me, my fantasies are easy to get to know – just buy my books and you can read them. The great thing about dreaming sex is that there is no way your imaginary partner can fail to do exactly what you’d like them to do without prompting. The bad thing is, they are imaginary….but that’s not so bad, really, when you consider that everything has to start as a dream in someone’s head before it becomes real. Take that dream, and it will one day be a reality.

Masturbation Monday

Except for the ones with cartoon characters, or stuff like that.

You know what I mean! OK, on with the excerpt: this one is from Trained for Love, and I’m going to give you two excerpts instead of one, because I’m feeling nice. First the fantasy, then the reality….


Excerpt #1:

“Yes!” I shout to the empty apartment. “This time I’m going to get you Brian Forman!” I pull a napkin out of my purse, one he had used earlier and smell it, inhaling deeply. His cologne, his spicy man’s musk, they cling to it and make my heart sing, and my pussy for that matter. Something about Brian, about his quiet strength, his firm confidence, his perfectly controlled touch, just had my heart doing cartwheels for him. In spite of the fact we’d never slept together, no man ever turned me on the way he did just by being there.

I kick my shoes off, throw off my jacket, and waltz joyfully across the floor in stockinged feet, imagining he is dancing with me. Through the door of my bedroom, and my legs bang against my bed and I fall across it.

“Oh, you devil!” I cry in delight as I land on the bed. “Take me!” I imagine him standing over me, then pouncing on me to rip my clothes off.

I all but tear open my blouse and wriggle out of my bra, rubbing my breasts and tweaking my nipples, imagining he is kissing them, sucking them, even biting on them a little painfully. Hot wetness saturates my panties at the thought and touch.

“Mmmm yes!” I cry, working my skirt up to my waist and thrusting down my panties and panty-hose and kicking them off. My fingers slide over my exposed pussy, imagining it is his large hand stroking my thick curls and pouting lips up and down slowly, making me moan and opening my legs as wide as they can go.

“Please, Brian,” I croon aloud, rubbing my fingers up and down. In my mind’s eye he kisses down my body to place soft kisses on my hot, steaming pussy, and I stroke my clit with a finger slick with my own juices in substitute for his tongue. He was so careful and considerate, I imagined his tongue would be like a virtuoso, playing me like a musician with an instrument, and I take several minutes of teasing myself, making my pussy drip my lust as I teasingly rub my throbbing button.

My free hand fumbles with my bedside table drawer, and takes out BOB, the single girl’s alternative to a man. Please let Brian have a nice cock this big, I pray. I had heard stories of seven or eight inch dicks, but I’ve never seen one personally.

Pressing BOB between my breasts to warm him up, I continue to tease myself, then move him down and switch him on to rub his throbbing length up and down my gash.

“Oh yes Brian,” I croon. I flip BOB on, and he does what no man can do which is vibrate. Teasing my clit with the tip of him, then moving him down between my slick folds, I sigh with yearning.

“This is where I want you Brian,” I moan to the heavens. “Right here, this is what you missed, this is what I want you to do!”

I imagine his musk, his lust, the feel of his heavy, muscular body over mine, pressing me into silken bedclothes as he parts my legs and enters me just the way BOB meets a moment of resistance, followed by a smooth, easy slide into my hungry pussy. Like BOB he is firm and meaty, holding me safe in his powerful arms as he starts to pump it in and out.

“Oh yes, Brian, oh yes!” I cry out, urging him on harder and faster, and BOB obliges. With one hand pumping and the other rubbing my clit with slick fingers I squirm about on the bed, imagining it is Brian making love to me – no, fucking me – to ecstasy.

“Fuck me, Brian, yes!” I squeal. My pussy tingles lustfully and suddenly spasms with a rippling contraction that flows through my groin and up my spine. My back arches and my hips jerk up at my phantom lover as another delicious wave flows through me. BOB grinds in all the way, and my fingers press and grind my clitty as hard as I can as it burns and pulses. My whole body jerks, locks rigid, and I mewl with fulfilled need, then collapse back onto the bed, spent.

“I’m going to get you, Brian Forman. This time I will not let you get away,” I whisper hoarsely to BOB.

Excerpt #2:

“She’s a little shy, so go easy everyone,” Dominic’s voice sounds very close, and I hear the sound of the cage door opening and a tug on my collar as I am leashed. I give a soft mewl of need as that gesture did what it always did, making my cunt hunger and drool. Another tug urges me forward, though getting out of the cage blind and unable to use my arms is neither easy nor dignified. My feet are guided to the ground, the cage must rest on a table, and I totter to them, legs weak for a moment.

My skin feels hot from the gaze of a dozen or more pairs of eyes. I can smell incense, air freshener, the musk of sex. There are a lot of people in here, and I can hear their murmur and the whisper of their movement.

“Walk!” Master Dominic commands, with a tug on the leash. I start to strut forward as I have been taught. For the last week Master has been drilling me while I wear a blindfold, so I step confidently where he guides me. My heels tap against a hard floor, my tail – a thick, long plume – swishes down the backs of my legs. The plug up my bum shifts familiarly now. I can hear compliments from all sides as I am paraded around, giving me a mix of pride and shame in myself. When commanded to stop, I stand tall, head slightly down.

“Delicious, almost like my Snow Drop here,” a male voice speaks close enough for me to feel the owner’s breath on my cheek. A hand strokes across my breast, and I shiver as my nipple hardens. Surprisingly his touch and his words calm my nerves. I cannot be the only fetish slave in the room, and he is treating me as Master Dominic has trained me.

I am paraded on. A woman strokes my hair and my tail, complimenting me on how luxurious it is. A man tickles my clit to make me moan with frustration. A tug on my leash moves me on.

“Beautiful,” Brian’s voice is heard for the first time, and I nearly jump, he is so close. “Easy, little filly,” he soothes as large, warm hands stroke my flanks and my breasts, then my cheek. That touch has me shivering with desire, and my heart sings inside me. I cannot help but release a soft moan of joy, and I feel my cunt drip, the warm liquid splashing on my inner thighs.

“She’s got the hots for you, Brian,” a woman’s voice laughs close by.

“I’d say,” Master Dominic agrees. “I said she was special, Brian. You got the best reaction, would you like to have first ride of her?” his voice makes my heart pound so loud I barely hear as he adds in an undertone: “She’s an anal virgin – I’ve had her plugged for a few weeks to loosen her up, but she’s had no orgasm for that duration, so she’s aching for it, and I think right now she’d be eager for you to take her.”

Oh god, yes please – any way Brian wants me, he can have me. My heart sings ecstatically, everything Dominic has done has lead to this moment, and I love him for it, love him for every thrashing, every sexual use, and every restraint he placed on me to bring me to Brian.

“I’d be delighted,” Brian chuckles. His hand touches my exposed sex, stroking a finger up my groove to my clit, so lightly and delicately it makes me mewl softly, and I nearly cum. “She’s perfect, she really is. What do you want for her?”

“Just that you take her in private,” Dominic says, and I feel him pass the leash. “She answers to Slut right now, but if you take her you can rename her – I think she’d like that.”

I feel tug on the leash and start forward automatically, I can smell Brian’s cologne and feel his closeness to me. There is a smattering of applause behind us, my heart races and my head spins, have I been crowned queen? My heart thinks so, although my knees feel weak as I feel us pass into a smaller space, and hear a door close behind us.

“Well now, no rush,” Brian purrs in my ear, and his hands touch my face again, and I feel the muzzle being removed. “Dom says you are well-trained and eager, let’s see how eager.” His hand strokes my cunt-lips again, and a finger slides up inside me for a moment, and I nearly swoon with pleasure, shuddering and squeezing his finger as I moan softly. “He wasn’t bloody kidding,” Brian says, clearly startled by the depth of my reaction. His finger withdraws and he puts it in my mouth for me to lap clean with my tongue, which I do hungrily.

“You have a very sweet mouth,” he sighs. “You are a very eager slut…kneel.”

Sinking to my knees, breathing deeply, I can smell musk and hear clothing being discarded. I am with Brian, and he is getting naked, and my cunt is begging to be fucked by him. Weirdest of all, or perhaps most exciting, he has no idea that it’s me. Like a romantic fantasy of the master claiming his humble slave-girl, he is about to use me.

His large hands grasp my head and his cock is steered through the ring gag into my mouth, a drop of salty pre-cum is lapped up by my greedy tongue as I taste his cock for the very first time.

He is fat, barely fitting through the ring which is larger than I normally wear, sliding into my mouth, hitting the back of my well-trained throat. I press my lips around his shaft and slide my tongue around it too. I suck hard, trying to get as much of his cock into my mouth as I can.

“Easy,” Brian chuckles indulgently, and starts to fuck my mouth with slow, easy strokes, picking up speed and tempo as I suck him as best I can, putting heart and soul into it. If all else goes wrong, I want this to be the best blow-job he has ever had. He certainly seems to appreciate it, groaning and gasping before long at all.

“You must just love the taste of cum,” he groans, withdrawing from my mouth and leaving me bereft, giving a little mewl of disappointment. “You won’t get it yet, though. Let’s see how eager you are for me to take your ass’s cherry.”

I have never had anal sex before, it’s not something I ever wanted to do. Right now I don’t care about that, I want his cock in me any way I can have it. I make enough little sounds for him to get that message clearly, too.

He lifts me to my feet, then up into his arms. He is very strong, and I am small, I feel like a doll in his grasp as he lays me on what feels like a silk-covered bed face-down, and secures my ankle-cuffs to keep my legs wide apart. He releases my arm-binder and spreads my arms above my head, also wide apart, and secures them. I am spread-eagled face-down, and I squirm and arch my back to present my tailed ass to him. He runs his hands over my body, reaching around me to cup my breasts and tweak my nipples. Those hands move on to squeeze my bum, then spank me lightly, before teasing my dripping pussy.

I feel a tug and relaxing of the chains that hold the tail-plug in, then on the plug itself. Suddenly it is stretching me painfully as he pulls it firmly out of me. I whimper in pain at the thickest part, and then sigh in relief when it is gone. My stinging sphincter is so slack that I can feel the air circulating through it. Apprehension gives way to need as his weight tips the mattress slightly between my wanton legs. With a shift of my hips I raise my ass as high as I can for him. One large, strong hand grips me tight as something wet and cool dribbles over my tortured asshole.

“You really want this ass-fucking, don’t you?” he says in amazement. An incoherent reply is all I can give as he grabs both my hips and something warm and throbbing presses against my slick opening. He presses, and I squeak as I feel his girth stretch me wider than any plug did as his cockhead enters my ass. “Nice and tight,” he groans, and presses harder, slowly taking me inch by inch, wringing soft little sounds of pain and pleasure from me. It hurts to take him like this, but I long for him to fill me and I yearn to please him. I whimper as he grinds in deeper, yet I keep my bum up high to urge him on.

My wonderful lover is fucking me at last!

“What a desperate, dirty, hungry little slut-whore you are,” his voice growls as he goes deeper, I feel his hips press against my ass, and his balls brush my hot, dripping slit, making me moan again. He is all the way in, fucking my virgin ass with his huge cock which seems to fill my entire torso. He starts to withdraw a little, then slides it back in, and I moan louder as he starts to fuck me in earnest. I squirm and wriggle my butt to encourage him as much as I can. For me it feels wonderful!

He doesn’t need that much encouraging, he starts to fuck me deeper and harder, while I whimper, mewl, squeak and moan. It hurts some, it feels very satisfying, and I am in heaven. Brian is fucking me good and hard, and what pleases him is my only desire. Each deep thrust now slaps his balls against my dripping hole, and his cock is pressing on parts of my cunt through the thin membrane that separates my holes that make me moan louder.

Never had I imagined it might be possible to cum from being banged in the ass, but right now it’s happening. I can already feel the hot tingle in my empty cunt, the warm ecstatic wave building inside me as he bangs me harder and harder.

Suddenly he drives his cock in deep, and I can feel it throb and twitch, and that sets off a chain reaction I try – and fail – to stifle. Even as he pumps his thick cream into my ass, my cunt spasms wetly and my body shudders with joy as I cum. With my mouth locked open I cannot prevent the throaty moans escaping, then he amplifies it by reaching around my hip to rub my clit hard with his fingers, and I scream as a second, much stronger hot spasm takes me, and my body twists and bucks under his.

He doesn’t let up for several seconds, making me quiver and shudder far more than he as he withdraws from my gaping, abused ass. A last rub of my clit and I squeal and tremble, and a last spasm makes my cunt quiver and helps my sphincter close at last.

With a groan I slump boneless on the bed, thoroughly fucked and abused. Not only used, but fulfilled to being in heaven. Brian has had me!

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