Dream World (12 page)

By now, the ends of his fingers were coated with her juices, which were running freely. Trying his best to judge exactly how aroused she was feeling, he slid another couple of inches inside her. She sighed as she felt the shaft of his cock part the walls of her pussy. Gradually, he increased the tempo at which he was stroking her clit with his fingers and began to rub it vigorously. She responded by flexing her hips back and forth, riding the top three inches of his prick. He teased another couple of inches inside her, until three quarters of his cock was slipping in and out of her. Still she wanted more so, with a mighty thrust, he sank every one of his seven and a half throbbing inches deep inside her.

She groaned aloud and came, her pussy convulsing around his glorious cock. After all of the recent dream orgasms she had experienced, this one felt doubly intense. Every single nerve ending of her body seemed to be on fire. He hugged her tightly. Their flesh pressed together. Her breasts rubbed against his chest as her legs trembled and turned to jelly.

He waited until her orgasm subsided then tenderly made love to her. Rocking his hips back and forth he built up a gentle rhythm. His cock felt like it was caressing her pussy in its post orgasmic glow. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down towards her so that she could kiss him. As their lips met he increased the speed of his strokes. She raised her legs off the bed, invitingly. In response to this he reached down, hooked his forearms beneath her knees and eased her upper legs back towards her torso.

The change in position resulted in his cock entering her from a slightly different angle. He stepped up the tempo further. By now, her sticky juices had coated the whole of his prick and he was sliding in and out of her incredibly smoothly. It felt sooo good. Kate closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip, revelling in the sensation.

Lowering his hands he grasped the cheeks of her bottom and plunged in and out of her even harder, causing her to catch her breath. Eager to play a more pro-active role, she reached down and cupped his balls in her right hand. He hardly missed a stroke. Opening her eyes she looked up at him and smiled as she began to massage his balls. As she toyed with them, she could sense how much he loved it.

Changing tempo yet again, he slowed his speed right down and entered her with very deliberate, slow, purposeful strokes. He was almost withdrawing his cock entirely, then sinking back into her with a full flex of his hips. Leaving it inside her for a couple of seconds, he would then repeat the action. It was one of the sexiest experiences of her life. She couldn't believe how amazing the sensation was. Each time he slid his cock into her pussy it felt as if it had grown an extra millimetre or two. She knew that if he persisted with this technique for much longer she would come again. Fabulous though the experience was, she willed him to increase the tempo once more.

Whether it was a result of his uncanny ability to seemingly be able to read her mind or whether he simply sensed what she desired, she couldn't be sure. She didn't care. All she cared about at that precise moment was that he had responded to her secret wish and begun to ride her in earnest. The sudden increase in tempo was too much for her and the walls of her pussy melted as she came for the second time that night. She let go of his balls and grabbed his arse, just as he let out a loud cry and came, his cock convulsing inside her.

They held one another tightly until their respective orgasms had subsided, then he lay down on the bed next to her, wrapped his left arm around her protectively and they fell asleep in one another's arms.

The Plan

Kate and Dexter weren't the only couple enjoying themselves at that moment. Back at Dream World, Richard was plugged into his security programme and was interrogating Nadia. To spice things up a little, he often chose a risqué scenario and the one he had selected that night was no exception.

Nadia was lying face down on an enormous four poster bed, which was the centre piece of a bondage dungeon. Her ankles and wrists were bound, each tied by a length of leather to one of the four bedposts. She was wearing a black basque with pink trimmings and a pair of lace top stockings.

The walls of the dungeon were lined with a selection of handcuffs, face masks, ankle restraints, whips, chains, dildos, vibrators and a whole host of bondage equipment. Having secured Nadia to the bed and removed her see through panties, Richard was at a loss as to which item to select, so tempting was all of the equipment on offer. Initially he toyed with a rather large vibrator, however the last time he had visited Nadia he had pleasured her with such an object and he was loathe to repeat himself in such quick succession.

The next item he considered was a nipple pump, only as he had secured Nadia face down it would mean untying and re-tying her and he simply couldn't be bothered to do that, so he rejected that as well. The third item he contemplated was an ostrich feather tickler. Lifting it off the table he hefted it in his right hand. It was, indeed, light as the proverbial feather. He rubbed the end against his face, delighting in the way the plumes tickled his cheeks and nose. Crossing over to the bed he lightly ran the feathers across Nadia's bare arms and shoulders. She scoffed at his selection disdainfully. ‘Ha, you British wouldn't last five minutes in the KGB. No wonder you lost your empire.'

Piqued by her comment, he threw the tickler aside and determined that his next selection would not be so considerate. His eyes lit upon a suede whip, which boasted at least fifty separate tendrils. Gripping the item in his right hand, he slapped it experimentally against the palm of his left. The feeling was a nice mixture of pain and pleasure.

Before resuming the interrogation, he stripped. He deliberately took his time, making her wait for her insolence. He half thought about interrogating her naked, but he had always enjoyed the naughtier side of sex and couldn't resist donning a pair of tight fitting leather shorts and a black face mask. Getting restless on the bed, Nadia was trying to turn her head to see what he was playing at. ‘Now, now,' he said. ‘No peeking.'

‘Or else what?' she retorted.

Rising to her comment, he hefted the whip and brought it down with a reasonable degree of force across her bare buttocks. She flinched as the suede tendrils came into contact with her skin.

‘Pathetic,' she goaded him.

Her taunt did the trick and he swung the whip harder and harder, until the cheeks of her bottom glowed red. The material was too soft to cause any real harm. Nadia loved it.

‘That's better,' she whispered, in a sultry manner.

‘So, now will you tell me?'

‘Tell you what?'

‘Where you're keeping the dream manifestation of Dexter that you captured,' he said.

‘Don't worry. He's safe.'

‘I want to see him.'

‘What good would that do? I think you're forgetting, I'm only holding a dream version of Dexter.'

‘I don't care,' Richard snapped, petulantly.

‘If I refuse?'

‘I'll...'

‘You'll do what?' she scoffed.

It was too much for Richard. He leapt onto the bed, grabbed hold of her long dark hair and yanked her head backwards. Nadia caught her breath. ‘Is that the worst you can do?' she said.

He leant down and whispered into her ear. ‘Just don't forget who's in charge here.'

‘As if I would,' she said.

‘So, when can I see him?'

‘You're so desperate.'

‘No I'm not,' he lied.

‘Yes you are. And do you know what desperate men do?'

‘No,' he said, through gritted teeth.

‘They beg,' she said. ‘So, beg me.'

‘Never,' he said.

‘Then you don't get to see him.'

With a howl, Richard brought the whip down hard against her right flank. Nadia squealed delightedly. She held her breath as she felt him fumbling around behind her, hoping that her provocations had forced his hand and that he was going to give her what she really wanted. The next second she felt him loosening her ankle restraints. In her first obedient action of the night, as he released her legs, she drew them underneath her body and thrust her bottom high in the air towards him. Richard grasped her arse, parted her cheeks and sank his cock into her pussy.

‘Mmm. At last,' she grunted. ‘So you are a real man after all.'

Kidding himself that he was in control of the situation he fucked her hard, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy with real feeling. After her whipping, Nadia was already highly turned on and it didn't take long for her to start writhing around.

‘Like that?' he hissed.

‘Yes, Yes, YES,' she cried, quickly building towards orgasm.

‘Good,' he said, then withdrew his cock.

‘What are you doing?' she yelled.

‘Who's desperate now,' he laughed.

Her eyes blazed furiously. ‘It's a good job you didn't undo my wrists or else...'

‘Or else what?' he replied, deliberately echoing her earlier taunt.

Stretching backwards with both legs she attempted to ensnare him, only he wriggled out of reach. Her next gambit was to try a completely different tack. ‘Richard, darling, what's the matter, don't you want to come to? Don't you want to fill my cunt with your hot, sticky spunk? Don't you want to thrust your prick deep inside me and ride me until you burst?'

Her ruse worked to perfection. He had never been able to resist smutty talk. He grabbed her hips, plunged his prick inside her and fucked her more furiously than ever until she was writhing around like a bitch in heat. With a final hard thrust he came with a loud cry. As his cock fountained spunk inside her, she came as well, momentarily allowing herself to lose complete control. Fortunately, for Nadia, Richard was so exhausted he was in no position to take advantage of this lapse in concentration.

Regaining control of her wits quicker than him, she flexed her buttocks backwards and rode his dying hard on, milking every last drop of come out of it until he was completely spent. As he collapsed onto the bed, Nadia shook her wrist restraints. Obediently, he undid them. She massaged her wrists, rubbing the life back into them.

‘I don't remember programming you to be that naughty,' he remarked.

‘Don't you approve?'

He rolled his eyes. ‘What do you think?'

Quick as a flash, she lay down on top of him, grabbed his right wrist and fastened a tie around it.

‘Ah-ah,' he said. ‘First, you let me see him.'

‘I've already told you that you can't.'

‘What! You harlot,' he shouted and lunged for her. He didn't get very far, for he discovered that she had secured the leather tie to one of the bedposts.

‘Aren't I just,' she countered, as she skipped off the bed. ‘But you love it.'

Hating her for being right, once again, Richard decided he had no choice other than to lay back down on the sheets and bide his time. He could wait. He was confident that she'd give in and tell him what he wanted to know in the end.

Kate rolled over in her sleep. She was having the most wonderful dream. The previous night she had had the most fantastic sex of her life with a man whom she fancied the pants off and now, the following morning, he was treating her to the most sensual wake up call by kissing her torso and breasts. She reached down and ran her hands through his hair as his lips worked their way down her stomach. She massaged his scalp as he showered her well trimmed pubes with a flurry of kisses. Only when he began to lick her clit did she realise that she wasn't dreaming and that what she was experiencing was all very real.

She opened her eyes and looked down to find Dexter's head buried between her thighs. She flung the duvet back so that she could watch him lick her pussy. As his tongue went to work she lay back and luxuriated in the sensation. Up and down, left and right he licked, stimulating every sensitive fold of flesh. Changing technique, he then licked around and around in a clockwise circular motion. Finally, he sank his tongue deep inside her. Kate was lost in a world of pleasure. It was as if his lips and mouth were attuned to her every sexual need.

Unbelievably, he somehow managed to curl his tongue, so that when he next inserted it in her pussy it felt like a small, flexible penis. In and out he flicked it, faster and faster. Kate reached out and grabbed handfuls of bed sheet as she writhed around on the end of his tongue. She cried aloud when she came, the passion of the early morning orgasm every bit as intense as the ones she had experienced the night before.

As her climax began to subside he showed no sign of letting up, until she tugged at his arms and pulled him up the bed.

‘Good morning,' she said.

‘Morning,' he replied. ‘I take it that you approve.'

‘Nine and half.'

‘So, getting better, but still room for improvement.'

‘Not much.' She went to kiss him, only he pulled away from her. She didn't understand.

‘Er...' he tapped his lips with his left forefinger. ‘You know, I've just...'

‘C'mere,' she said. ‘D'you really think I'm bothered about that after one of the sexiest nights of my life?'

Reluctantly he gave in and they kissed affectionately. She was just about suggest a spot of breakfast when there came a knock at the front door.

‘Must be a parcel,' she said, hopping off the bed. ‘Wait here I'll be back in a second.'

As he lay down and pulled the duvet back around him, she shrugged her silk dressing gown on and skipped down the stairs. Opening the front door she received something of a shock. Alan was standing on the doorstep. He smiled, lopsidedly.

‘Morning stranger,' he said.

‘What are you doing here?' she blurted out.

‘That's not very civil. I was hoping for a quick cuppa and a chat.'

Picturing the naked man she had just left upstairs, Kate's mind raced. ‘I can't, not now. I've got work to go to, remember?'

‘Two minutes, that's all I'm asking.'

‘No,' she said sticking to her guns.

‘Alright, then I'll just have to say what I want to right here then.'

‘Go ahead.'

He gulped. ‘Are you sure I can't come in?'

‘No.'

‘OK.' He licked his lips, nervously. ‘Look, I've been a complete idiot, I realise that, but I really miss you and I'd do anything to get you back.'

He reached out to take her by the hand. She pulled away from him.

‘We were really good together, weren't we?' he persisted.

She shrugged.

‘Don't be like this. Please give me a second chance,' he begged.

She was just about to respond when they heard a faint noise from upstairs. Alan pounced on the sound. ‘What was that?'

‘Nothing,' she replied.

‘Yes it was. Don't deny it. You heard it to.'

‘It was probably just...' she floundered.

‘Hah. So it's like that is it? I haven't been gone five minutes and you've already moved your new lover in.'

‘Alan.' She reached out towards him. He shrugged her off.

‘Don't touch me,' he said.

‘Please, listen to me, you've got it all wrong.'

‘Have I really.' Turning his back on her he stormed off down the drive and got back into his car.

Kate stood on the doorstep and watched him speed away. Closing the door she leant back against it and counted to ten. Of all the rotten timing. She told herself that she had no need to be sorry for her ex, but that didn't stop her feeling slightly guilty at him effectively having caught her in the arms of another man. A man, she told herself, who was a much better person than Alan Johnson would ever be. A man who was waiting for her upstairs right that very minute. A man she was going to make a surprise breakfast for.

Ten minutes later Kate re-entered the bedroom with a tray laden with two cups of coffee and croissants.

‘Ta-da,' she said, with a flourish.

‘I was just about to send out the search party,' Dexter replied.

Flicking the bedroom door shut with an impressive backheel, she placed the tray down on the bedside cabinet, then leapt onto the bed and stole a kiss from her lover.

Breaking away, he asked, ‘Who was at the door?'

‘My ex,' she sighed.

‘John?'

‘No.'

‘Phil?'

‘No.'

‘Cathcart-Danforth the third.'

‘No,' she giggled, hysterically. ‘What on earth's gotten into you?'

‘I was just trying to put your mind at ease and show you that I can't read it.'

‘Ah, but you could be double bluffing.'

‘That's true,' he said. ‘But if I was, my next guess wouldn't be Alex.'

‘Close, but no cigar.'

‘OK, I give up.'

‘Alan.'

‘Damn. I knew it was a short, punchy name.'

‘Short or not, he's no longer my concern.'

‘Really, why's that?' he asked.

‘Because I've moved on.'

‘I'm very glad to hear it,' he said, stealing a kiss between sips of coffee.

‘Now all we've got to do is figure out how we're going to get those documents of yours back,' she said.

‘We,' he replied, raising an eyebrow.

‘Well, I can't have you running around out there alone. You need someone to look after you.'

‘And you're prepared to sign up for the task?'

‘Why not.'

‘Any particular reason?'

She snuggled in and kissed him, chewing his lower lip in her teeth. When she let go, she said, ‘Because of the perks of the job.'