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My wife, Penny, was on the West Coast on business, so I was alone on my birthday and went to bed early. Barely asleep, I suddenly woke as if there had been a loud noise. Sitting up, I saw a face, seeming to float a few feet away.“What the fuck!” I exclaimed, turning on the light.Framed in long black hair, the pale face of a woman, dressed in a black leather catsuit, had created the illusion.“Who are you? How did you get in here?” I demanded.“I am Morphia,” her voice was musical. “You no doubt have heard of my most famous brother, Morpheus, but we have many siblings. I have entered your dream.”I slapped my face painfully, making her laugh, “That doesn’t work. To your mind, this is as true as any other reality.”Rifling through a hundred questions, I finally settled on, “Why are you here?”She smiled, “I want to offer you a gift for twenty-four hours—just so I can enjoy watching what you do with it. Do you realize that five women will have erotic dreams about you tonight?”I assumed one was my wife, but I had no guess about the others.“I can put you in their dreams and you can affect how they proceed. I can adjust the circumstances and you will see how their dream-selves behave,” she continued. “I will accompany you for my entertainment, but only you will see or hear me.”“Who are they?” My curiosity was piqued.“The first is your ex-wife, Kendra. Because she is on the East Coast, she is falling asleep now. Here,” she handed me a carry-on bag that appeared out of nowhere. “It will contain anything you want.”It was disorienting—but no more so than the past few minutes—to find myself standing in dawn light at Kendra’s front door. The hand luggage made me appear to have flown into town. I pressed the doorbell.“What a coincidence!” she cried when she opened the door. “I was just thinking of you. I’m about to make breakfast. Would you like to join me?”Seeing her in the flesh, in a manner of speaking, the bitterness of our breakup returned. She had taunted that I was too much of a “nice guy” when she cheated on me with a “bad boy” before filing for divorce.“Not exactly,” I said. “It’s my birthday. I think you should serve me breakfast.” Reaching into my bag, my hand found what I wanted. “Put these on,” I ordered, handing her several items.“Ohhhkaaay,” she said slowly, interest eroding resistance. Perhaps my uncharacteristic bahis siteleri assertiveness intrigued her. She returned in a few minutes, wearing high heels, stockings, garter belt, thong panties, and a corset, all in traditional black. My groin throbbed at the erotic vision.Kendra quickly made us some ham and eggs, hash browns, and toast. When she set the plate in front of me, I noticed she had broken one of the egg yolks.“What’s this?” I accused, pointing at the flaw.“Sorry, it’s that new spatula. It’s too thick,” she explained.As we ate, I learned she hardly remembered the guy she had dumped me for; there had been a series of sleazeballs since.“Let me see that utensil,” I said when she cleared the table. Made of sturdy molded plastic, it was thicker than a metal one would have been.“Turn around and bend over,” I commanded, standing.She shivered as I traced fingers over the alabaster spheres of her butt. Stray red curls eluded the thong. As much as I wanted to bury my face there, I had other plans.“Yow!” she yelled as I smacked one cheek with the implement. Rapidly applying ten swats to each, I burned two pink squares onto her rear.“I hope you’ll do better next time,” I said, pulling her up to a hug. Her damp eyes tried to understand what was happening.“But you owe me compensation for my substandard meal.” With my hands on her shoulders, I pushed her to a squat in front of me, then unfastened my belt.“You’ve probably forgotten how big it is,” I teased. Morphia returned my wink with a grin. When I lowered my pants, my penis looked an inch longer and as much greater in circumference than the last time the two of us had seen it!Without hesitation, Kendra slurped me into her mouth. Swallowing me deeply, she had me ready to explode within minutes. Hoping that Morphia could revive me for further action, I decided not to hold back.“Take it all,” I groaned, holding her head as I spurted into her throat. “Don’t spill a drop,” I warned when I ran dry. She dutifully suctioned my shaft as she withdrew, kissing the tip and sucking it like a straw.Looking at my softening organ, she pouted, “Aww, I wanted you to fuck me.”“Why don’t you get on your back and we’ll see what happens,” I said. Morphia’s nod reassured me.The grimy floor plainly needed a broom and mop, but after an uncertain look, Kendra sat canlı bahis siteleri down, leaned back, and opened her legs. The cold tiles probably soothed her ass. Joining her, I grabbed the flimsy thong and tore it off.Kendra’s pussy was a work of art. Her fluffy red muff thinned to a wreath around her labia. With her thighs wide, her pink inner lips emerged, already glistening with her dampness and darkening with her engorgement. Dipping inside, I wet my fingers and began to stroke her folds. My familiar touch inspired a breathy moan—she knew I knew my way around her sensitive spots.With half-closed eyes, she murmured softly as my fingers danced around her clit, gasping when I tugged the lips that hid it, tensing as I gently wiggled the swelling nub.I stroked faster, watching her porcelain face and chest turn pink with her excitement. In whimpers, she urged me not to stop; nonetheless, I did. Mopping up some of her creamy ooze with my left palm, I applied it to my shaft, yanking myself as I returned my right hand to her cunt.My well-lubed fingers found her opening and drilled inside. Swirling deeper, I sought the firming texture of her G-spot. Her fingers were too short and her nails too long, so she never did it as well as I would. My thick fingers found it where I left it; she shuddered with anticipation under my skilled caress. My thumb massaged her outsides while my fingers worked her insides.Meanwhile, my left hand pumped my dick back to full strength and ready to deliver. Basting it with the warm juices that flowed from her aperture had me rapidly approaching my release.The memories brought back by the sight, sound, and smell of her tried to fill me with lust, but the hole she had left when she dumped me made it all drain out. I stopped, watching her squirm and my cock throb as we shared the frustration. Starting again and stopping again, I edged us both—several times.“Please,” she begged when I left her hanging once more. “Fuck me, lick me, rub me, do something!” she whined. Morphia leaned closer to watch, obviously enjoying the performance.I intended to deny and leave Kendra frustrated after one more round. Morse-coding her G-spot with one hand made my other go too fast on my penis and I barely got control in time to prevent my eruption. Unfortunately—or fortunately for her—it was too canlı bahis late to interrupt her and her cunt clamped down on my fingers.Kendra groaned and thrashed and flooded my hand as well as the floor. Managing to limit my emission to one anguished dribble, I abandoned my plan and finished her off properly. Her voice chimed in my ears, reminding me of all the times I had lovingly caused that sound.“Oh, Tommy!” she pleaded when she caught her breath. “Put your dick inside me, please. I’m so turned on, I can cum again.” When I didn’t make a move, she escalated, “Come on, fuck me!”All three of us were sure I was going to do just that. As I knelt between her legs, I saw the woman whose pulchritude infected me with a passion I had never before—nor since—experienced. My hand stiffened my pole for penetration as I loomed over her.“No!” I sneered, surprising all three of us. “You don’t deserve this cock.”With a burst of speed, I jerked my rod to and past the point of no return. I fountained a stream of semen that reached her gaping mouth, leaving a gooey stripe down her body. Further spurts reached only her tits and then soaked her corset as I painted her with my jizz. The final trickles gunked up her proud bush.My guttural sighs were for the carnal reward that surged through me, but also for the satisfaction of retribution. It was weak justice—if any—but it amplified my elation. Kendra’s dazed and confused expression mimicked mine when she told me she was leaving me for that guy. Standing and pulling up my pants, I thought at least I hadn’t been wearing a soiled, goofy costume, lying on a filthy floor in a puddle of my and her excretions.I turned to my accomplice and the scene dissolved, returning us to my bedroom.“Fantastic,” exclaimed Morphia. “I had a feeling about you. Many people don’t make it through a whole dream or end up being boring.” With a sly look, she asked, “Can you do another?”“Who are these other women?” I just had to know.“There are three in this area. All will be asleep shortly. Maddy… Katie… and Melanie.” She savored my reaction to each name“Hmmm,” I mused, “How do I decide?” My satyric imagination had included each on occasion.“You could do two at the same time if you can weave their dreams together. Could you handle that?” she dared.“What about all three?” My results with Kendra made me cocky. Abruptly, Morphia was standing next to me in my living room. It was late afternoon.The doorbell rang, but a key opened the door; in barged Maddy, my sister-in-law. She carried a box and marched straight to the kitchen.
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