Dream A Little Dream
written by:
RedRider

I felt his cum spew into my pussy, the warm spunk filling my unprotected cunt. I bucked my hips wildly, violently against his cock. The feel of cum spilling inside me always makes me orgasm and this time was no different. My pelvic muscles tightened around his shaft, squeezing as every drop of his savory seed poured deep within me. I continued to savagely pump against him until his cock began to soften, only stopping when his flaccid rod oozed from my pussy, his cum forcing its way out after.

It was then that I woke with a shock. Damn. That dream again. This was the fourth time this month that I had this exact same dream. This time I was sweating profusely. I felt moistness inside my panties that I hadn't experienced before. At least my husband didn't wake up. He was still snoring at a steady pace.

I lay there for several minutes, catching my breath and recalling as much of my dream as I could. In each dream, I am having torrid, burning hot sex with a stranger in my home. I allow his rock hard cock to easily slide inside me from behind. He pumps me viciously, repeatedly until he unloads his hot, sticky juice in my pussy. I never see his face and I always wake up as soon as he pulls his cock out. The sex is awesome because I always wake with a rapid heart rate and covered in sweat. And this is the first time I've ever had an orgasm in my sleep.

I drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on my face and a longing in my loins to dream again. I woke the next morning, a little disappointed that my dream lover hadn't visited me again last night. It was a Saturday and the weather outside was yucky, rainy and cold. I decided I would get an early start on house cleaning, so I crawled from the bed, my husband still snoozing away.

My first task was to get the laundry started. I gathered the clothes and headed to the garage. After loading the washer, I hit the button expecting to hear water flowing into the machine. Nothing! Absolutely nothing! I checked the water and it was turned on. I opened the lid and looked inside. I'm not sure what good that did. I turned the washer off and back on. Still nothing. Damn appliances.

Frustrated, I went inside and woke my husband, hoping he would know what to do. "What the hell! I was sleeping here. What time is it?" he asked.

"Its 7:45. The washer's not working. Will you come look at it?"

"No. It's too early. Leave me alone," he shouted.

I smacked him in the head with an extra pillow and stormed out. Now I was frustrated and mad. I realize it was early but he didn't have to be an ass about it. I made several phone calls to find someone to look at the washer but I didn't have any luck.

About 11:00 my other half decided to drag himself from his slumber. I convinced him to look at the washer but he had no clue what was wrong with it. He made a few calls to friends of his to see if they might be able to solve the dilemma.

I was watching TV when he came in to tell me that the washer was beyond repair. Apparently the motor had burned out and only a new model would solve the problem. "The mechanic I spoke with said that usually happens when the drum gets overloaded and it has to work too hard!"

He let that thought hang for a few seconds waiting for me to respond. I turned to see the smirk on his face and I lost it. "You're blaming me for this? Are you kidding me? I do the laundry every week. If you don't like how I do it, then be my guest!"

As I stormed out of the room, I heard him mumble something but I didn't stick around to reply to his stupid ass statements. He could do his own laundry for all I cared. I took a shower, dressed, and decided to go visit a girlfriend of mine. I didn't come back home until late. I wanted him to know that I was pissed and that his comments were way out of line.

He was asleep when I got home. So much for him feeling guilty. I slipped into bed quietly so as not to wake him. I drifted off quickly. It had been a long day.

I felt his cock slowly push inside me, his massive shaft parting my labia and stretching it to the max as he invaded my love box. I felt his balls slap against me momentarily before he slowly reversed direction. He continued his slow, deliberate tempo until I thought I would explode. I pushed my hips against him, showing my approval and begging him to go faster, harder, deeper.

But he maintained his pace, knowing that a massive thunderstorm was brewing inside me. His thrusts were measured and intense. He began to push inside me and hold himself there for an extra second before slowly sliding out until the head "popped" out. He never lost contact though and would immediately repeat the action. He did this for what seemed an eternity, driving me to the ultimate orgasm.

It was as if he knew my thoughts. As my orgasm rapidly approached, he quickened his pace, his thrusts more determined. I mirrored his thrusts, multiplying the effects. Within seconds, my entire body stiffened, an explosion erupting from within my pussy, spreading out over me like an electric shock. Waves of ecstasy engulfed me as I felt ropes of his sperm fill my insides.

Our bodies jerked violently, every ounce of energy being expended thru our loins. As my orgasm reached its peak, I screamed out, "Yeeeeesssssss. Oh yes! Fuuuuccckkkkk Meeeeeeee!!!!"

Suddenly, I felt my shoulders being shaken insistently. I opened my eyes to see my husband, Jody, on top of me rousting me from my dreamy wonderland. "What the hell is wrong with you," he screamed. What exactly had he heard? I played dumb and told him that I must have been having a bad dream. I rolled over to let him know that the conversation was over. I noticed that my panties were soaked.

"I want to know what's going on," he continued. "You were screaming to be fucked. Am I missing something?" he added. More than you know, I thought.

"Jody, I must have been dreaming. It's no big deal!"

"Maybe not to you but from what I heard, it sounded like a big deal. Are you stepping out on me?" he asked.

"Don't be silly. I haven't done a thing. Please! Let's get back to sleep."

That seemed to satisfy his curiosity, at least temporarily. But over the next few days I noticed coldness from him that I hadn't seen in a long time. He was distant, uninterested. And when I say uninterested, that's exactly what I mean. He effectively cut me off. I guess he thought I was getting it elsewhere.

After about a week, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Literally! I have toys for just such an occasion. Actually, Jody had bought them for me. He enjoyed watching me play. But I don't always need an audience.

It was Saturday and Jody was working. It was another rainy day and I had no plans. I took my black 9" Mr. Marcus realistic cock and a bottle of lube. I really enjoy placing the dildo on the coffee table and mounting it. The table is just the right height to allow me to grind my hips against my more than willing lover. I let the dog outside so I wouldn't be bothered for a while.

I placed Mr. Marcus on the table and he was standing at full attention just waiting for me to slide down his hard black shaft. I took the lube and squeezed some out on his head, working it down the length until he was well oiled.

I felt sexy so I was dressed in black thongs, black half bra, and black thigh high boots. Black lips with a sheen of pink finished the look. I positioned myself over the cock and teased my lips with the head, rocking my hips back and forth so that he slid along the length of my slit.

When my lips were nice and wet I lowered myself slowly, his wide girth stretching my cunt just like in my dream. I felt every inch of my toy slide inside my pussy until I was sitting against the balls, the cock fully engulfed within me. I gasped as I tried to relax my muscles, the dick buried inside me, filling me completely.

As my pelvic muscles relaxed, I began to move against the cock, the suction cup holding him firmly to the table. My hands started exploring my body, caressing my tits, teasing my clit. I was lost in the moment, knowing that a raging orgasm would be showing itself soon.

I rocked my hips back and forth as well as side to side, feeling the large mushroom-shaped head deep inside me. I rose up until the head almost emerged from my cunt, only to plunge him back inside, each thrust taking my breath. I closed my eyes and focused solely on my own selfish carnal desires. I wanted to cum. I needed it. I deserved it.

Just as my orgasm was nearing its apex, I was aware of the front door opening. Did I forget to lock the door when I let the dog out? As a young black male in uniform stepped thru the door, my orgasm arrived. I was busted. I may as well get my money's worth. I let go and let the explosion play out. As in my dream, it enveloped my entire body, sending waves of tiny electric shocks from my head to my toes. I arched my back and ground my hips into the table, pressing Mr. Marcus as deep as he would go. If his balls would have fit inside me, I would have fucked them too.

I screamed my pleasure as every muscle in my body reacted to the orgasm ravaging from within. I bucked wildly, cum spilling from my pussy onto the table. When the assault began to subside, I remembered that I had company. I opened my eyes to see the young man standing in front of me, mouth open, his hand stroking his cock thru his pants. Well, there was no need in being shy now.

"See anything you like, young man?" he looked to be 18 or 19. Young, dumb and full of cum. Just the way I like them.

"Ma'am, I'm just here to deliver a washing machine," he stammered.

"Judging from the bulge in the front of your pants, I would say you were here to deliver something else. You interested in making a delivery today?"

I could see from the look on his face that he was very interested, but wasn't sure if he was going to get busted. "Look sweetie," I said, "Nobody here but us. Why don't you come over here and give me a better look at that big bulge you're stroking.

He moved closer and I undid his pants and released his young stiff cock from its confines. He was every bit as large as my toy and precum was already oozing from the head. I took him into my mouth and he moaned as I licked his juices, my black lips sliding up and down the shaft. He pulled me into him, letting me know that he was enjoying the blowjob.

Before I knew what was happening, the young stud was pelting my throat with his cum. I swallowed as quickly as I could, almost choking on his hot, sticky seed. I stroked his shaft, coaxing his cum from his balls, swallowing every drop.

He pulled away and started to put his manhood away. "Whoa, darling! We're not done yet. You're not going anywhere until I'm satisfied. By the way, what's your name?

"Marcus, ma'am," he said shyly. What a coincidence. I get to fuck two Marcus' in the same day. I stood and removed my thong panties, tossing them on the floor before helping Marcus out of his pants. My pussy was aching and it needed relief. Quickly!

I was ready to take Marcus to the bedroom and fuck him on Jody's side of the bed, but he had other plans. Marcus placed me on the sofa on my knees, my hands on the back rail. I felt his hands between my legs, teasing my pussy, testing its lubrication. Finding it to his liking, he mounted me from behind, pushing the entire length of his cock inside my pussy. This was exactly like my dream.

Marcus stood behind me and started rocking his hips in a rapid pace. I pulled away from him and turned to look at him. "Slow down, baby. Don't be in a hurry. We got all day."

I turned back around and he entered me again, this time slower. He buried his dick in me and held it there as I ground my hips against him. Within a few seconds, we found a rhythm. As he worked in, I pushed back. Then we reversed the motion, our bodies working like a well-oiled machine.

I knew he wouldn't last long, considering how quickly he came in my mouth. So I was prepared to cum when he did. Marcus pumped my pussy with a perfect rhythm. Slow enough to enjoy, but fast enough to show me that we weren't making love. We were fucking. Pure savage, animalistic fucking.

Marcus began to moan and I knew he was getting close. "Fuck me, Marcus. Don't stop. Fuck me until that big hard cock fills my pussy with that young, hot spunk."

He pumped me hard, his large black hands grasping my hips, pulling me against him with each thrust. I held onto the sofa with both hands as Marcus was now pumping in and out of me furiously. We were both very close to orgasm and I hoped it would be as intense as in my dreams.

Marcus didn't disappoint me. The first ropes of his hot cum exploded against the walls of my pussy, sending me over the edge. I felt my knees weaken as my own orgasm erupted, cum spilling from cunt onto the sofa. Marcus' strong hands held me in place as both our orgasms peaked, our hips bucking wildly in unison. I clenched my pelvic muscles and held his hard dick between my legs until I was done.

I rolled onto the sofa on my back, noticing that Marcus' cock was still erect and ready to go. Damn, I do like young studs. I stood and took him by the hand, cum spilling from my pussy onto the floor. I led him to the bedroom and told him to lie on the bed on his back. I wanted to ride this black stud like I did my toy.

Marcus lay on his back and I mounted him eagerly, his cock easily sliding in my now stretched pussy. When he was in place, I sat up to get a better feel of this large rod buried deep inside me. I almost came as I gasped. This real live Marcus was definitely bigger than my toy one.

I slowly worked my hips in a wide circle, the up and down. I knew I wouldn't last long in this position. I think Marcus sensed that and he sped up the pace. When I raised up Marcus would pull my hips back down rapidly, his cock burying inside me with each thrust.

I quickly came to orgasm, not as intense as the last, but amazing nonetheless. I felt Marcus' rhythm change and within seconds he was climaxing for the third time. His cum poured from my spent pussy, pooling on his flat, toned abdomen.

I slowly rose and his cock popped from my pussy, flaccid for the first time since he arrived. I licked and sucked the cum from his belly, savoring every drop. I could tell that Marcus was nervous about being in my bedroom, so I arose and excused myself to the bathroom.

When I returned, Marcus was dressed and ready to go. I thanked him for the wonderful afternoon and gave him my cell number just in case he ever wanted to make another delivery. After unloading the washer in the garage, Marcus left. Just as quickly as he arrived, he was gone. But I have a feeling I will be seeing him again. At least I hope so. I also hope my husband enjoys his new washer. Maybe I need to break the dryer next!