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!