Dream World (17 page)

Whilst she toyed with him, she kept telling herself not to look down. Sadly, it proved impossible to resist. The sight of Jim's cock peeping through the mass of feathers was one of the sexiest she had seen in a long time. Not as sexy as if it was between her thighs, her naughty angel whispered. Didn't it belong deep inside her pussy, thrusting away?

Maybe, seeing as how Richard was undertaking his challenge simultaneously, he wouldn't be monitoring the dream quite as closely and so maybe she would be able to get away with it. Glancing down, once more, Kate found Jim's cock threatening to jerk loose of her grip, so excited was he by now. She could hear his breathing growing shallower behind the peep hole.

‘Do you like that?' she whispered.

‘Yes,' he replied, hoarsely.

‘I bet you want to fuck me, don't you?'

‘No,' he said.

‘I know you're lying,' she replied.

Jim didn't say anything. He didn't need to. Actions spoke louder than words and, with a massive twitch, his cock shot forth a stream of spunk, some of which splashed against Kate's stockings. She squealed delightedly and, as it hadn't been stipulated in the rules, she shimmied in front of the spunking cock and accidentally caught the next burst on her thighs. It was difficult to tell who was more turned on by this, Kate or the four remaining cocks.

Unwrapping the boa from her hand, Kate then removed her stockings, careful to ensure that she played up to her remaining audience as she did so. As she peeled the fishnets off, she glanced around, wondering who to chose next. A pair of grey eyes looked the most excited of the remaining four, so Kate made her way over to that particular peephole.

‘What's your name?'

‘Paul.'

‘Did you enjoy that, Paul?' she asked, trailing her spunky stockings against his thin, slim seven inch hard on as she posed the question.

Paul didn't reply. The way his cock reacted to her teasing, he didn't need to. Having selected him, the only question that now remained was how to try and bring him to climax.

‘So,' Kate continued, ‘what part of my body do you like the most, Paul?'

‘Don't answer her,' one of the other six shouted.

Ignoring the comment, Kate puckered her lips. ‘My mouth?'

Paul didn't reply and his eyes remained blank.

Kate took hold of her breasts and jiggled them around. ‘What about my tassels, do they excite you?'

Still he refused to bite.

Adopting a look of immense disappointment, Kate shook her head sadly. Turning around, she then thrust her bottom towards the peephole and wiggled it enticingly. Paul gulped.

‘Ah,' she said, ‘Now we're getting somewhere. So, if you like my bum, maybe you like my legs too.'

With that, she bent her torso forwards, reached behind her and stroked the cheeks of her bottom and the back of her hamstrings. She could tell that Paul loved it. Warming to her task, she lay down on the floor and reached up towards his cock with her feet. With impressive dexterity, she began to tickle his balls with her left toes, whilst stroking his penis with her right toes. Initially, his cock was so excited it kept twitching free, but the longer the foot massage went on the more adept she became at keeping his cock under control with her toes, until it reached the stage where she was rubbing his swollen tip between her right big toe and second toe. Having never administered a ‘Toe Job' before, Kate was quite surprised at how well she was able to gauge how excited Paul was. Tickling his balls with her left toes, she could feel his sack tighten and knew that he was going to come. What did take her by surprise was how spectacularly he came - he must have been saving up for about a month! A torrent of spunk gushed forth from the tip of his prick and though some shot harmlessly onto the carpet, Kate wasn't able to avoid other spurts as they splashed against her legs and torso.

Rising to her feet she shook her head at Paul and tutted. ‘Such a wicked boy.'

The colour rose in his cheeks and he blushed. Turning her back upon him, Kate deliberated which of the three remaining cocks to select.

‘Why not try this one on for size,' the owner of the curvy black cock said.

Having reached the half-way point of her task, Kate was starting to feel a little more confident and so she took up the challenge and strode over to the beautiful ebony cock.

‘Who might you be then?' she asked.

‘Ain't giving you my name, girl. You can call me number four.'

‘Nice cock, number four,' she said.

‘It'd look even nicer sliding in and out of that pretty pussy of yours,' number four replied.

‘How do you know it's pretty?'

‘Lucky guess.'

‘Would you like to see?'

‘Whatever.'

Enjoying the banter, Kate decided it was time to put number four in his place, so she reached down and began to untie the red ribbon lacing on her panties. She took her time over it, pretending to fumble once or twice, just to heighten the expectation. When she finally removed the knickers she asked, ‘Well, what do you think?'

‘Not bad,' number four said.

‘Not bad? I bet it's the nicest one you've ever seen.'

‘Why not bring it a little closer so I can take a better look?'

Edging nearer to the hole, Kate wrapped the lacy knickers in her left hand and trailed them against the tip of number four's cock. He allowed her to do so for a minute or two, but then withdrew his cock from the hole.

‘Hey, what are you doing?' she said.

‘That was nice,' he said, ‘But I ain't gonna fall for no tricks like those other three. I want to know what it feels like between those sweet thighs of yours and I ain't gonna settle for anything less.'

Kate knew that she was going to have to think fast in order to ensnare number four and entice him to stick his cock back through the hole. Hitting upon a plan she said, ‘OK,' then turned around and backed towards the hole. Though it was risky, she didn't see that she had a choice. Glancing over her left shoulder, Kate knew that she would have to judge things perfectly.

Parting her legs slightly, so as to give the impression that she was prepared to let number four fuck her, the instant he slipped his hard on back thorough the hole, she arched her buttocks up. She felt the cock brush against her bottom as it sought her pussy. Swiftly bringing her legs together, she clamped them around the cock, capturing it between her thighs.

‘Sneaky,' number four rasped, but he didn't sound overly disappointed. ‘So, what now?'

‘Now I'm going to show you who's boss,' she replied.

By flexing her hips and gyrating her bottom, Kate was just about able to generate enough momentum to masturbate the cock off between her inner thighs.

‘Damn, that feels good,' number four said.

Warming to her task, she worked his cock harder until it felt as if it was fit to burst. Straining to retain control, number four gritted his teeth and refused to give in to her skilful pleasuring. Unable to understand why he hadn't yet climaxed, Kate then made a big mistake and peered between her legs in order to take a look at the cock.

She could hardly believe how tempting that curvy ebony cock looked as it worked away between her thighs. With each and every gyration it strained impressively as it pistoned back and forth. Number four was right. It would look good in her pussy. She bet that it would feel good to. Teasing him in the manner that she was, her pussy had begun to tingle and ached to be satisfied. Kate shut her eyes, but it was too late, for when she did, all she pictured was that lovely black cock pleasuring her.

Weakening by the second, she urged him to come, yet it was as if he could tell how close she was to giving in because he refused to oblige. Fighting to retain control of the situation she inadvertently tensed her thighs. Mercifully, this applied that fraction more friction and caused him to climax.

To her immense relief she felt his shaft jerk spasmodically. Opening her eyes, Kate looked down and saw that beautiful black cock gushing spunk between her legs. It was a truly memorable site and turned her on immensely. She tried to close her eyes, but found herself unable to do so as she was transfixed by the scene, watching until every last drop of spunk was spent. Gradually, number four's prick finally fell limp. Releasing him, Kate stepped away from the peephole, breathing deeply as she did so.

Number four couldn't resist a parting comment. ‘Damn, that was hot, girl.'

Knowing that she still had two more cocks to pleasure, she declined to reply. Before resuming her task she took a moment to compose herself in the centre of the room. Two more, she tried to tell herself, that was all she had to overcome in order to succeed. Examining the remaining cocks, she took a deep breath and approached the slightly smaller of the two.

Running out of ways in which to tease her suitors, Kate came to a halt in front of the fifth peephole. A pair of blue eyes unashamedly stared at her tits. Playing what felt like the last card she had left, she reached down and span her tassels, causing blue eyes to goggle. Desperately trying to recall what Richard had stipulated in the rules, she didn't remember him saying anything about her breasts. Gradually, a plan formed in her mind. Though she knew it to be a risky one, Kate steeled her nerve and went for it.

Kneeling down in front of blue eye's prick, she edged forwards on her knees until it bumped against her chest. Taking her breasts in her hands, Kate plumped her cleavage together, forming a perfect runnel in which to trap his cock. It felt glorious as it ran in between her breasts. It was as if that was exactly what her cleavage had been made for.

Once again Kate felt herself growing excited as she caught sight of the cock gliding betwixt her tits, the tip cheekily poking out in the direction of her mouth, begging her to take it between her lips. To make matters worse, in no time at all, the end began to leak come, which soon coated her breasts.

Kate felt more aroused than ever. She desperately longed to either suck or fuck one of the last two cocks. She wondered if she could get away with bestowing a fleeting kiss upon the one that she was pleasuring, but then she suspected that if she did so she wouldn't be able to resist lapping at the pre-come with her tongue. No doubt this would cause more and more to ooze out until, eventually, blue eyes would climax. All too easily she could imagine sucking him off.

To her relief, she wasn't the only one picturing the scene. Blue eyes appeared to be envisaging exactly the same scenario. Perhaps it was this which led to him coming. Pumping the cock harder and harder, she milked every last drop of spunk out of his prick. It wasn't good enough though. It didn't leave her feeling anywhere near satisfied.

Abandoning the spent penis, Kate manoeuvred around on all fours towards the last cock in the room. As she approached it, it twitched as if to greet her. Hungrily, she lowered her head and brought her lips towards the cock until it was only a matter of centimetres away from her mouth. With an immense effort she fought to master her desire, but it was far from easy. Her thighs felt on fire, a fire that she longed to quench. How satisfying would it be to kiss that last cock, then turn around, part the cheeks of her bottom and edge backwards onto it until all seven and a half inches nestled inside her pussy.

As the thought crossed her mind she closed her eyes. Unfortunately, she'd forgotten to stop crawling forwards and the next thing she knew the sixth and final cock brushed against her right cheek, causing her to gasp. Her eyes snapped open. Leaning her head to one side, she trapped the cock between her right cheek and shoulder. It was crazy, because it shouldn't have done, but it felt like the most arousing thing in the world.

The cock was a matter of mere millimetres away from her lips. It was so close that if she stretched out her tongue she would easily be able to lick the length of the shaft with only a slight turn of her head. Though she was fully aware of the dangers, Kate no longer cared. Rubbing her head backwards and forwards she began to wank him off. As the cock pressed between her cheek and shoulder she pictured it sliding between her lips. After all of the excitement of the previous quarter of an hour, her throat and pussy felt like the only parts of her body that hadn't been splashed with come. It could be so easily rectified, she told herself. All you have to do to take that lovely prick in your mouth is just turn your head a fraction further, it really is that simple, Kate. On the other hand, she thought, how disappointing would it be to have come that far only to lose at the last. Yes, it would be disappointing, but wouldn't that feeling be offset by the pleasure she would gain by administering a truly sensational blow job?

No! She told herself. You must continue to fight it, Kate. So, with renewed determination, she began to work the cock faster and faster until, finally, it spurted over her right shoulder. Jerking her head out of the way, Kate leapt to her feet and cried, ‘I've done it, I've done it!'

Having achieved her goal, she fully expected a blue door to pop into existence. Disappointingly, none did so. She span through three hundred and sixty degrees looking for the door that was her reward, only searched for it in vain. All that greeted her were the six cocks that she had just pleasured. Most were no longer limp, either, for their owners had begun to masturbate. Six hard cocks pointed at her once more. Six erections begging to be used. The game forgotten, Kate could stand it no longer. Going over to the largest of the cocks, her head began to swim. Having pleasured them each in turn, she longed to slake her own lust. Reaching out towards the cock, she blacked out just as her fingers were about to wrap around the shaft.

Helpless

When Richard awoke he found himself in familiar territory. The room very much looked like the one he used when he spent time with Nadia. He chuckled to himself. Talk about playing into his hands. He was confident that he would easily be able to resist a scenario that he was familiar with. Whilst he waited for his Russian temptress to turn up he wandered around the room, examining the various bondage items that adorned the walls. He wondered which of them Nadia would select. He was just musing over a particularly fancy looking set of ankle cuffs when a green door popped into existence the other side of the room and a woman stepped through. She was wearing a black, leather catsuit.

‘Excellent choice,' he remarked.

‘Thank you,' she purred. ‘Now strip.'

‘Give me one good reason why I should obey you?'

‘Because I'll make it worth your while,' she replied.

Intrigue got the better of him and he found himself shedding his clothing. As he did so, the woman in the catsuit strutted around him, whisking her tail impatiently. When he was finally naked, Catwoman pushed him hard in the chest, causing him to stagger backwards in the direction of the four poster. Snatching up a pair of purple wrist restraints and the ankle cuffs that he had been playing with, she followed him over to the bed.

Forcing him back down onto it, she quickly secured his ankles, then fastened the restraints around his wrists and tied them to the posts at the head of the bed. Richard realised that she hadn't made a very good a job of securing his left wrist. He made a mental note to point this out to her once the game was over. Where was the fun in bondage if you could escape so easily?

‘So,' she said, ‘Are you ready?'

‘Naturally,' he replied, arrogantly.

With her right hand she clasped the zip on the catsuit between her thumb and forefinger and lowered it, seductively. Slowly, she exposed her flesh between her neck and pubis, until the suit fell slack enough to allow her to peel it from her arms and legs.

‘Strange', Richard thought. Though the woman's body looked familiar, it wasn't Nadia's. So, it was someone he didn't know that was teasing him. ‘No matter', he thought, still confident he would be able to resist her charms. That said, he couldn't help mentally licking his lips, for the woman in front of him had an incredibly alluring figure.

Keeping her cat mask on - to ensure that he didn't recognise her - the woman strode over to the near bedside cabinet and examined the array of vibrators and dildos on display. It was the latter that really caught her fancy - there were large ones, small ones, chunky ones, flesh like ones, black ones and a fabulous clear double ended one that was incredibly realistic to the touch. Opting for the double ended dildo, Catwoman made her way over to the bed. Rather pleasingly, she noticed that Richard's cock was already starting to stiffen.

Clambering onto the bed she made a point of brushing against his hard on before positioning herself between his legs. Sitting down at the foot of the bed she proceeded to tease the dildo between her breasts. A bead of sweat fell from his brow as she lowered the toy towards the lips of her pussy. Tantalisingly, she massaged the tip of her clit with the dildo. Richard's eyes widened in excitement and his cock grew even harder.

The woman continued to play with herself until her juices coated the end of the dildo. She was just about to take matters further when, with a last minute change of heart she sat up, leant forwards and teased the tip of the object around the crack of Richard's arse. As she did so, his cock twitched reflexively.

‘Like that, do you?' she asked.

‘What do you think?'

Delighted at how aroused he was, Catwoman took hold of his cock in her left hand and ran her fingers down the shaft. She toyed with him expertly until a sliver of pre-come spilt from the end. Lowering her head Catwoman lapped it up, causing him to tremble with anticipation.

‘I don't think you understand the rules of the game correctly,' he pointed out. ‘You can do that all you want, it won't make any difference. In order for me to lose I have to willingly participate.'

‘Oh,' the woman said, pretending to act all dumb and disappointed. Resuming her position at the foot of the bed, with a wry smile she added, ‘Perhaps this will do the trick then.'

Returning one end of the fake cock towards her pussy lips, the girl didn't hesitate to insert a tip, catching her breath in the process. The double ended dildo must have been at least eighteen inches long. Richard watched transfixed as, inch by inch, the woman slid the shaft into her pussy. She didn't stop until at least nine inches nestled inside her.

Richard licked his lips and imagined what it would feel like if his own cock was between her thighs. As Catwoman withdrew the sex toy, the shaft glistened with her stickiness. Reaching up the bed she offered the dildo to him. Straining forwards he eagerly licked the tip, revelling in the taste.

She waited until he had finished, then parted her pussy lips once more and re-inserted the dildo. His expression was one of pure lust as he watched her masturbate. She began with long, slow strokes, sliding the dildo in and out of herself rhythmically. Already wet with excitement, the fake cock easily glided between her lips. She opened her legs a touch wider as she upped the tempo, pleasuring herself exactly as a lover would.

Richard glanced up at his left wrist. It would be so easy to rip his hand loose out of the badly tied restraint and join in, but he knew that he must resist. Sensing his resolve strengthen, the woman slowed the tempo. Richard didn't understand what she was up to. ‘That wasn't the way to continue to arouse him', he thought.

Once again he had underestimated her. The only reason she had slowed down was to enable herself to tease the other end of the dildo around the crack of her bottom. His eyes bulged as she slipped an inch or so inside her anus. Tentatively, she resumed masturbating, sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy and arse simultaneously. He watched on, mesmerised, as she increased the tempo once more. It was difficult to tell which of them was more excited. For her part, she was enjoying pleasuring herself so much she had almost forgotten that he was there. She luxuriated in the way that the sex toy satisfied her.

Pulling her legs back up towards her torso allowed the dildo to glide in and out even more smoothly. Her whole pussy felt like it was on fire. Not only that, her arse tingled excitedly too. Sensing that she was close to coming she opened her legs wider, to ensure that he enjoyed the view. Unable to control herself any longer, she let out a little yelp of excitement as she came.

Richard tried to close his eyes to the scene, he tried to fight against the desire that coursed through every fibre of his being, he tried to tell himself that he had no interest in the beautiful woman in front of him, but it wasn't easy. Breathing deeply he just about managed to control his lust.

Gradually, her climax began to subside. Only then did she remove the dildo. She cocked her head to one side and regarded him in a slightly disappointed manner. ‘What's the matter, don't you want to join in?'

‘No,' he lied.

With her right hand the woman began to stroke her clit. ‘I must say, I'm quite impressed. Especially given how desperately you've longed for me.'

As she continued to play with herself with her right hand, with her left Sylvia reached up and removed her face mask.

Richard couldn't believe it. ‘You!'

‘Little old me,' she said.

The colour rose in his cheeks as realisation dawned on him. The woman that he had ached to have sex with for weeks, the woman who was the recent object of his desires, the woman who he had courted unsuccessfully, was lying naked in front of him. As he struggled to control his longings, Sylvia inserted a finger inside her pussy, closed her eyes and resumed masturbating.

It was too much for Richard. Tearing his left wrist restraint loose, he yanked at the knot around his right arm. As he did so, Sylvia lay down on the bed and parted her legs invitingly. With maddening haste he threw off his ankle restraints, positioned himself above her and then sank his throbbing cock into her waiting pussy. Sylvia caught her breath.

‘What are you doing?' she asked, as innocently as she could muster.

‘What does it look like,' he gasped.

‘But what about the bet?'

‘Screw the bet,' he cried, as he plunged in and out of her with reckless abandon.

Sylvia allowed herself to smile, realising the consequences of his actions even if he didn't. The thought only registered momentarily though as she permitted herself to lie back and enjoy the moment. Quickly building up a steady rhythm he screwed her with real depth of feeling. Weeks of pent up frustration and longing went into each and every thrust.

Reaching around his shoulders she raked her fingernails down his back, causing him to cry out and go even faster. It wasn't sex, it was pure animal lust. Sylvia loved it. After all of the fun with the dildo it was just what she ached for, a good hard fucking. As her second orgasm of the night began to build, she could tell that he was fast approaching climax.

‘Not yet,' she whispered hoarsely, longing for him to stave off the inevitable until she had come again.

With great restraint he just about managed to control himself until the walls of her pussy felt as if they were aglow.

‘Now,' she said.

Pistoning back and forth, he reached down and grasped the cheeks of her arse as he plunged into her one last time and came in a series of shuddering spurts that brought her to a satisfactory climax. As she felt his cock twitching inside her she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him tight onto her, anxious to feel his last bursts of passion.

Finally, when their respective orgasms had subsided, she looked up at him and grinned.

‘What are you so happy about?' he said.

‘What do you think,' she replied.

Realisation suddenly dawned upon him.

‘No!' he yelled, shaking his head, trying to deny what had taken place. It was no use though. His only hope now was that Kate had given in before him.