Dream Girl
Mia’s heart fluttered as Leon wrapped his thick forearm around her tight waist, pulling her in close against his toned frame. The scent of rich cologne filling the air was intoxicating her. Mia rolled in closer to her lover and pressed her glossed lips against his. The sweet taste of Leon’s spit began to fill her mouth, his hands began to wonder, caressing her plump curves as the summer sun embraced the pair. For Mia this was everything, this was heaven.
Then she felt it…
Leon’s hand began to slide under her sundress…she instinctively parted her thighs allowing her lover easy access to her most sensitive parts. The kissing intensified. Mia needed this so bad, her now soaking pussy throbbed as it prayed and begged for her man’s touch.
He was teasing her now. His fingers danced around her lips, grazing her clit, and working her up into a frenzy, she was clay in his hands right now, quivering and desperate for more. The playful movement of fingers inside her panties stopped with two fingers poised ready to enter her…
“Tell me how bad you need it baby girl…” Leon’s deep voice groaned as Mia lay almost drunk in bliss
“mmm…please baby…I need it…I need all of you” Mia moaned as she began to kiss at Leon’s neck, the hot summer sun made his dark skin sparkle with moisture
“Then take it for me babe”
Mia bucked her hips as she prepared for Leon’s fingers to plunge into her. He paused for a moment, Mia trembled with anticipation as she felt Leon’s arm tense up before he quickly unleashed a thrust. She felt her slick pussy begin to open and then…
*beep beep beep*
Marcus shot up out of bed in a hot sweat. He could feel his heart pounding heavily against his chest. His breath was panicked and restless as he tried to come to his senses
“Fuck!…..” he sighed with an air of frustration “this is getting ridiculous…I can’t fucking live like this!”
Marcus rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair, slick with perspiration. To anyone else this would be an unsettling experience, but to Marcus it was part of an increasingly distressing pattern of events…
Since his teen years he’d began to sporadically have his “Mia dreams”. He didn’t know what started them, only that with time they had become more and more common and increasing vivid. Now at 25 they were an almost nightly occurrence
He hadn’t told a soul about them, how could he? What good could come from telling his family or friends that he dreamt of some twisted alternate life where he existed as a buxom beauty, being romanced and fondled by muscular men
“They were just dreams anyway” he would tell himself. But deep down Marcus new something was deeply wrong about this, the escalation in frequency and intensity of his time as Mia was unnerving to say the least, and this most recent episode had gone further than any previous dream had.
He felt physically sick as he remembered so clearly the feeling of laying in Leon’s arms, desperate to feel his fingers burst inside him…Marcus cringed at the mere thought of it. He was a straight man. Why was he being cursed to experience this degrading saga every night?
He looked down at his body, finding some small relief in the masculine definition of his muscles and the hairs sprouting from his chest…”just a stupid dream” he uttered under his breath as he lifted himself from bed and looked to brave another day.
But while Marcus had hoped that mornings dream was just an unfortunate blip he’d soon be able to forget, he instead found himself falling deeper into a seemingly inescapable cycle of torment…
Over the next few days, dreams of Mia had become all but guaranteed every time Marcus caught a moment of sleep. His nights were spent dressed up at expensive bars or clubs or in string bikinis on tropical beaches, always as Mia, always in the company of a man she was helpless to resist.
The dreams meant stress, the stress was exhausting, the exhaustion led to sleep, and sleep only led to more time as Mia…
Marcus felt like a shell of his former self. As he spent more and more time as his alter ego he felt the boundaries between Mia’s life and his begin to blur. At work and social events friends and colleagues would often catch him zoned out, staring into space. He’d simply shrug and laugh it off…that was easier than explaining how he was contemplating what shade lipstick would best match Mia’s eyes… the only small solace he took was that in these awful dreams he’d always managed to avoid the ultimate shame of having to experience sexual acts with a man…he’d kiss them, be embraced, fondled and groped but no matter what, no matter how much Mia wanted it in the dream, Marcus would always return to his bedroom before things reached that point.
But the cracks did inevitably start to show…he was scolded at work and soccer practice for being constantly late. His friends distanced themselves as he became increasingly unreliable and spaced out. Marcus felt miserable, he’d give anything for this to stop. But as it stood his life was becoming a nightmare whether or not he was awake or asleep…
“Hmm…I wonder if I added a bit more blush and highlighter I could make this look really pop? I wonder which purse I could match with this fit...”
“DUDE!! ARE YOU GOING TO CHASE THE FUCKING BALL OR JUST STAND THERE AND LET US LOOSE?!?!?”
With the bellowing screams of his teammates Marcus suddenly snapped back into reality…this was the biggest game of his local soccer teams season and even now his illusions of Mia were haunting him. He quickly shook his head and refocused his attention to the game at hand…
He was determined not to let Mia interfere with such an important game for his team, even if it was just for the length of a single match, Marcus wanted to beat Mia this time.
As the end of the game drew near Marcus had managed to compose himself enough to help his team. Clearing the ball in defence countless times and helping his team get back in the game.
He watched his teammate battle with an opposition player, the ball fizzed and pinged around him before a deflection saw it ricochet high above him. He watched as it looped down towards him. All he needed to do was a simple move and touch and the game would be all but over. But as his moment came he found himself drifting once again…
“Maybe I could get some bigger lip fillers…Leon would go crazy for that, god he’s so freaking cute!”
*CRUNCH*
Marcus felt the opposing players boot hit him hard against the side of the head…one moment he was standing, the next he was laying down in the cold mud of the soccer field
He drifted in and out of consciousness… seeing glimpses of himself as Mia each time he briefly slipped into the dream world. When we wasn’t Mia he caught glances of the inside of an ambulance, a hospital waiting room and bed…
Marcus tried to make sense of what was happening but the fragments of information left him deeply confused. Doctors surrounded him at one point. Then his mother. He tried to listen in to what they were saying but his head pounded with a brutal pain, still, he picked out a few words that sent a sharp pang of fear into every fibre of his body…
“Coma”…”6 months”….”minimum”…”deep sleep”
Marcus tried to protest but his body betrayed him. A small twitch of his arm was the most he could produce as he watched the doctor plunge a needle into his arm. He fought to stay awake as hard as he could but eventually he could no longer resist the powerful drug and slipped under the effects of the anaesthetic…
Mia pouted and posed as Leon snapped a selection of pictures of her, capturing all her curves in her tight fitting sundress, making sure to get all of his goddesses best angles. Mia couldn’t keep her eyes off her man’s dark skin and defined muscles as the sun silhouetted him before her. She only had one thing on her mind today…Mia took a step towards Leon before wrapping her manicured hands behind his head and deeply kissing him.
Meanwhile Marcus desperately tried everything he could to regain some control. Every part of this felt real from the tight dress hugging his curves to the firm hand now gripping his ass. Mia began to melt in Leon’s arms. Butterflies filed her stomach and her crotch began to ache for her lover. Marcus was humiliated but there was nowhere to hide, this was Mia’s domain. She was going to go through with this and he was going to feel every single minute sensation along with her.
The sundress fell to the floor revealing a barely-there bikini underneath, Marcus felt exposed and vulnerable, Mia felt ready to be claimed by her lover.
Leon turned Mia and bent her over the edge of the pool. Mia instinctively arched her back. Her pussy was aching, ready to be used and filled by her partners manhood. She let out a groan of pleasure as Leon slapped her ass before pushing her bikini bottoms to the side.
By now Mia was gushing, ready and eager to be filled and stretched. She felt the tip of Leon’s huge cock press against the entrance to her pussy. She’d waited so long for this moment….
Marcus was desperately panicking inside of Mia but there was nothing he could do. His ultimate humiliation was about to be realised…He was about to be fucked and stretched out like a slut from behind…He prayed that somehow this might be like the other times. Where right before the pivotal moment he’d return to his bed. But as Leon began to thrust he was not granted such a mercy.
Mia let out an endless series of moans as Leon’s thick dark cock fucked and stretched her holes. She came on his dick countless time as he claimed her from behind. As he continued to plough her from behind the only thing Mia could think of is how lucky she was that she and her lover finally had so much time together…
To be continued?…
