“Well, Keith, the truth of the matter is, well, you know how in dreams things can be jumbled up and incidences and people switched around? You know how sometimes dreams just don’t make sense at all?”
“Yeah, go on.”
I place my feet onto the floor and sit at the edge of the sofa with him to better position myself for his response. You know a man’s ego is a sensitive thing, especially when it comes to his prize possession.
“Well, actually, I dreamed that you had a miniature penis, and it wasn’t satisfying me. But your real dick was on this man named Bishop who sexed me the way you do.”
Keith looks at me like I have lost my mind. He tries to reply but apparently can’t find the words. I watch his mind work behind his curious eyes.
“So, what you’re saying is, I wasn’t me in my own body, yet I was me in another man?”
“Yeah, something like that. Look, Keith, the dream made no sense. I’ve dated guys with small penises and was satisfied because it takes more than the size of a dick to please me. Then I have you, who just happens to have the largest damn cock I’ve ever had, and I’m satisfied more than ever.”
Naturally, his ego kicks in and suddenly the direction of our conversation changes.
“Yeah, I know you’re glad you got a man with a big pipe who knows how to give it to you, aren’t you?”
I try not to feed into his ego too much, so I merely smile.
“Tell the truth, Connie. You love how I pound your pussy with my giant.” He leans toward me and makes me slowly fall onto my back. His left hand unties my summer dress and travels from my stomach to my breasts. He cups my perky mountain peaks with both hands, then gnaws at my nipples the way I like.
“Slide back,” he orders. I find my footing and push myself backward until my entire espresso body is fully on the sofa directly under him. He removes his right hand from my breast and teases my clit with one finger while two others find their way into my cavity. I moan with excitement as my creamy juices seep onto his fingers. I want him and he knows it. I rapidly kiss and suck his neck and chest, craving for him to fuck me.
“Tell me, Connie, what did Bishop do to you in your dream that you and I have never done?”
His question catches me off guard and I look at him shocked. He looks at me sincerely and repeats the question in a soft, warm whisper as he nibbles at my ear. Hearing his baritone voice ask me about fulfilling a fantasy makes me hotter, but I’m somewhat embarrassed.
“Baby, don’t be
shy. It’s just you and me. I want to please you. I know there’s something in your dream you must want to do. Let me fulfill your desire.”
I want to respond but the words are silenced by Keith’s tongue in my mouth. He kisses me so deeply and presses his ten-inch dick against my pelvis so hard that I almost cum from sheer desire to have his big cock in me. He slurps my bottom lip as he removes his tongue. He gives my body quick lollipop licks down my neck, between my 36DDs, down my stomach, pass my pubic hair, and right into the creases of my labia. He spreads my legs further apart and goes to work, eating my pussy like never before. He sucks my entire wet box into his mouth, holds it there, then finds the opening to my center with his tongue. How the hell he does that shit, I don’t know, but the sensation is out of this world. He releases my labia and only his tongue remains in the center of me. He uses his fingers and spreads my pussy further apart until my clit is fully exposed. He hones in and makes me squirm and scream with pleasure as he licks, sucks, and bites his way into my subconscious state. I feel myself rise and fall as my body spasms to a breathtaking orgasm unlike any other I’ve experienced with him. My dream is causing a profound impact on us both. Keith returns to my ear and whispers, “Baby, let me please you more. What do you want? Trust me. I’m your man.”
I look into his loving eyes and confess, “I want to know what it’s like to have you…”
“Go ahead, baby, tell me. I’m here for you.”
“To have you cum on my face.” I feel weird and immediately cover my face with my hands. Why the hell am I embarrassed with him? Keith tenderly peels them away and smiles at me.
“That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I never knew you wanted that. I just assumed you didn’t, therefore, I always remove myself before that happens. I’m sorry. I never meant to leave you feeling unfulfilled.”
“Keith, you don’t have to apologize. How could you know? I never said anything.”
A brief period of silence lingers in the air before he says, “Do you love me?”
“Keith, you know I do.”
“You’re my girl, right?” He kisses me just below my earlobe in a spot he knows is an instant turn-on.
“Yes, sweetie. I am.”
“Who’s your man?”
“You are, Keith.”
“That’s right. Remember that shit.”
He straddles my face and lets his genitals hang over my lips. I suck his large cock into my warm, wet mouth and hear him release a sigh. I go to work with the action I enjoy giving him. I draw his entire dick into my mouth and down my throat until my lips touch the base of his rod. I release him slowly with the right amount of pressure, turning my mouth into an oral oasis. I work my way to the head, grab onto the shaft with my hand, and begin jerking his cock in and out of my mouth while concentrating on licking and slurping the head. And then without notice, I down him into my throat again back to the base of his penis.