The Dreamer by
dolphininthesky
Part 2 - Making Sense of It All
David sat at his desk staring unseeingly at the words of the document
on his computer screen. The clickety-clack sound of keys as Julie typed
away happily at her keyboard had an almost hypnotic quality to it.
Julie was the only other junior intern here at West, West and Eastman,
Solicitors and Legal Advocates. The two of them shared the same room
and their desks faced each other. So that 'they could keep an eye on
each other' Mr. West, the senior partner, had joked.
Her flaming red hair which was pulled back into a neat bun could just
be seen over the top of David's computer screen. Below that red hair,
and occluded by the screen, was the prettiest face with intense green
eyes. Those green eyes certainly had more than a hypnotic quality to
them. Working quickly and efficiently on her terminal, she was the very
picture of professional competence. Also a very sexy picture of
professional competence, as David often thought quietly to himself.
But David's mind was not on her at the moment. He had had the strangest
of dreams last night. He had dreamed he was in the body of his
neighbour's teenage daughter. Or rather, his mind had been in hers. In
any case, he could see, hear, smell and feel whatever she saw, heard,
smelt or felt. And he had been able to know what she was thinking and
even influence her to a degree. Well, he had been fantasizing about her
just before he'd gone to bed - she had the face and body that would
make every man (make that every heterosexual man) within in the
neighbourhood fantasize about her - so it wasn't strange that he had
dreamt about her.
What was strange was the fact that the dream had a very solid, very
real feel about it. The dream
in itself was dreamlike, the details of
Mr. Whitman and her classmates seemed sketchy and vague. He couldnt'
really recall what Mr. Whitman's face looked like, though he did recall
that Mandy, or Amanda, thought he was cute. But he did remember every
detail - every intimate and exquisite detail - about her. He remembered
how her body felt under his fingers - her fingers, really. And his cock
twitched at the memory of her soft, yielding moans. He remembered with
great clarity the little mole on her hairless pubes, directly above her
delicate pink petals. It was strange how real she was.
But even stranger than all that was how he had been perfectly tuned in
to every sensation she felt. Yes, that meant he felt every sensation
the nerve cells on her sensitive body had detected. He had reveled in
feelings he didn't know were possible - it had been as much a new
experience for him as it had been for her. He had learnt secrets no
male of his species knew. He now knew what it felt like to have your
nipples tweaked and your breasts fondled. He was privy to the knowledge
of what it was like to have your pussy stroked and petted, to have your
clitoris stimulated until it seemed to swell to the point of bursting.
And it had peaked with him, a male, almost experiencing a female
orgasm! Yes, he had almost
experienced it. He didn't know what woke
him, but it woke him just at the point when all the dams of arousal
were about to burst into a dazzling, technicolour, multi-orgasmic,
well, orgasm. Most anti-climactic. In every sense of the word.
As he jerked off afterwards, it had seemed a shadow of what it could
have been if he had stayed in the dream just a few minutes longer. He
felt short-changed as he masturbated till he came earlier that morning.
Well, he sure hoped he would have strange dreams like this again.
Hmm... what had he eaten yesterday night? Perhaps if he repeated....
Nah, it probably wasn't a good idea to have dreams like this again.
David felt exhausted and unrested from the previous night. It seemed as
though he hadn't slept a wink. And here he was working on this most
boring of files...
He shook his head as if to clear his muddled thoughts and looked at the
words on his computer screen. He tried to think what to type. He felt
his eyes blur and his mind slip. He shook his head and sat up
straighter in his chair, trying to concentrate. He had barely typed
another sentence before the screen blurred again. Julie's typing was
like a hypnotic lullaby playing over and over again...
His vision cleared and he focused on the screen. His fingers ran over
the keyboard. The words seemed to flow onto the screen with little
effort. Wait a minute...
This was not his file. This should be Julie's case. What was it doing
on his computer? He looked down at those hands that were still busily
typing and felt a stab of shock followed by deja vu. Those beautifully
manicured nails, those elegant fingers and slender hands with clear,
baby-soft skin - none of those were his. Shit!
He woke with a jolt and sat upright in his chair. He stared at his
screen. This was definitely the correct file. He stared at his hands.
He really had to get more coffee. Rising, he took his coffee mug and
started for the office door.
He cleared his throat. "Julie, I'm getting coffee, do you want some?"
"Oh sure. Thanks, David."
He reached out to take the cup from her outstretched hand. And stopped,
as he stared at her hand, aghast.
"David? Is everything alright?" Julie asked, puzzled.
"Um.. yes.. yes, sorry about that," he took the cup and hastily turned
to leave.
Those hands looked exactly as the hands he had seen in his dream
minutes ago. He could not have known the exact shade of nail polish she
used. It had been a different colour yesterday and he hadn't noticed
them earlier today. He hesitated at the door. He turned back and asked,
hesitatingly, "Julie, are you working on the ... um, Slater file at the
moment?"
"Why, yes. Why did you ask?" she looked up from her screen and replied.
"Um, no reason. Just curious," he said before fleeing quickly.
Curiouser and curiouser. Oh dear, what nonsense am I thinking? People
simply did not enter other people's minds! But how could I have known
she was working on the Slater file? Maybe it was just a lucky guess! He
argued with himself all the way to the coffee machine and back. By the
time he was at the door to the office again, he had an idea.
I could influence Mandy in my dream last night to do things totally out
of her character. So, if I actually succeed in getting Julie to do
something out of character, then I will be able to prove whether or not
this is actually happening, he reasoned.
He handed Julie her coffee and returned to his place. He left the
coffee untouched whilst he closed his eyes and let his tired mind
slowly drift off....
He was once again typing busily. Thoughts, facts on the Slater case
came up unbidden and assembled themselves into coherent sentences that
his manicured fingers rapidly typed out. No, they were Julie's fingers.
And Julie's thoughts. He considered his situation and just watched what
Julie was doing. He silently watched and waited. He had come with the
intention to influence her actions, but somehow that need had faded
away now that he was here. It was quite obvious that what he was
experiencing was clearly real. There was no need to influence Julie to
prove that. The information on the Slater file on the screen was too
detailed. No dream was ever this detailed. And they were details that
he had no prior knowledge about. The sensations he felt from Julie were
too real. The cool breeze from the air conditioning, the smooth keys
beneath her fingers, the warmth and softness of the office chair.
Especially that mood of focused competence about her that he sensed -
that was very Julie.
He slowly and instinctively withdrew himself from her mind and woke up.
He felt a very brief sense of dislocation, but that vanished quickly.
He was slightly stunned. He had expected it to be just a combination of
wishful thinking and lack of sleep. But it was undeniably real. Which
also meant that what happened last night was a very real encounter with
Mandy, the object of his many wet-dreams!
He mulled it over as he drank his coffee. It seemed, from his limited
experiences with Mandy and Julie, that for the most part, he could just
sit in the background of their minds and passively take in the
sensations that they experienced or just examine their thoughts and
feelings. And it seemed to him, that they were none the wiser when he
did that.
But then again, it also seemed that he could at times assert himself
and influence them. From Mandy's thoughts, he knew that she had
correctly identified his suggestions as originating from an outside
influence and not from herself. What was more disturbing was the fact
that she had thought the voice that made those suggestions was vaguely
familiar. Would she recognize that he was the one in her dreams?
He did not really know his neighbours, the Watsons, well. They lived
two doors down from his unit in the grey, drab apartment block that was
Parkview Gardens (the name Parkview was a joke since the Park had given
way, some ten years ago, to another grey, low-cost apartment block that
mirrored the original Parkview Gardens). He had chatted briefly with
Mr. and Mrs. Watson and Amanda during the times when he had bumped into
them in the corridors or elevator but they were in a sense strangers.
This was the culture of the faceless, unfriendly inner-city apartments
common to every large city.
But then again, even if she placed his voice, she would probably
dismiss it all as just a weird dream and would pursue the matter no
further. But in any case, he thought, I ought to be careful not to let
anyone suspect that I am messing around with their minds.
Having arrived at this conclusion, David again tried to fall asleep so
that he could enter Julie's mind. In his tired state, this was pretty
easy.
As he watched Julie from the back of her mind, he thought to himself,
if I make suggestions to her, it somehow comes across as my own voice.
If I could somehow disguise it as her voice or someone else's I might
escape detection. But how do I do that?
He didn't know.
Wait, he told himself, I can feel the emotions and feelings that she
experiences. What if I try to somehow project
my emotions and feelings
onto her? That would be able to influence her actions without giving
myself away! Hmm... what emotion should I try?
He smiled mischievously in his mind. He called up an emotion and tried
to think it toward Julie. It
took quite some experimentation before he
found a method that produced an observable reaction in her.
Julie's fingers paused in mid-keystroke as an intense wave of lust hit
her. She almost gasped. She hadn't felt like this since college (which
wasn't that long ago even though it felt like ages). She was supposed
to be past this stage. She was a mature, working, professional. Mature,
working professionals clearly did not
feel like horny teenagers. She
was the career woman, the picture of competence, the iron lady, she
was.... ngghhhh.... she
cringed as another wave of horniness battered
her carefully constructed wall of self-control. She was wrong, this was
worse than college. She felt her grip slipping as an internal traitor
reared its ugly head. One full year of depriving herself and throwing
herself completely into her career had bred a well-hidden reservoir of
dark sexual hunger. A hunger that awoke as it now sensed a similar lust
calling out to it from the other side of those hateful walls that had
imprisoned it for too long.
David had a bird's eye view of the internal battle raging inside Julie.
He laughed as he sensed her iron will breaking under the onslaught of
the emotions he was imposing on her. He sensed also the internal
traitor - let's call her the Slutty Julie - trying to break out from
within. And Slutty Julie was winning.
Julie blushed as she felt herself cream her panties. A minute ago she
was the model professional woman. Right now, she was a bitch in heat.
She needed. She craved. Mount me, she begged silently. She squeezed her
thighs together. Her silk stockings felt so smooth and sexy, they
stroked and caressed her legs. She needed a man. She had to have cock.
She thought of a thick, red cock parting her nether lips. Plowing into
her. Taking, possessing, ravishing and molesting her. But where to find
one? She lifted her eyes, smokey with lust, and looked across the room
to where David was sitting, hidden behind his monitor.
No, she couldn't possibly! It's true that he was a nice man. They were
great friends. She'd always thought he was quite cute... No! They were
colleagues. If they had sex, there would be all kinds of complications!
Her career might suffer from it. She felt another heady wave of lust.
Her self-control now a heap of rubble, she never stood a chance against
this attack.
David withdrew from her mind as he felt her get up from her chair. He
woke up at his desk chuckling. He was pretty certain that in her
lust-crazed condition, Julie would even jump on fat, old Mr Eastman if
he was in the room right now.
Julie stalked up to his table, turning the lock on the door as she
passed it. He looked up from his monitor and innocently asked, "What is
it, Julie? Did you just lock the door?"
She came round to his side of the desk and sat on it, her lusicous
bottom inches from where his hands rested on the keyboard. At five and
a half-foot, she was curved where curves ought to be and slim and toned
at just the right places. Julie was a complete contrast from Mandy. Her
blazing green eyes had a seductive, 'come hither' look that was totally
different from Mandy's wide-eyed innocence. Her breasts and derriere
had the lushness of a mature woman whilst Mandy's pert titties and bum
had a teenaged cuteness to them. Julie gave David the impression of a
seductive pantress stalking her prey.
"I need your help, Dave. Do you think you're up to it?" she asked in a
sultry whisper, a tone that David had never heard coming from her
before.
He swallowed. He started to reply, "I'm always happy to hel-"
She cut him short by grabbing his tie suddenly and pulling him towards
her as she leaned towards him. Their face inches from each other, she
held his gaze with those hypnotic green eyes. "Mmmm.... I'm sure you'll
be happy to help me with this." Her kittenish tongue snaked out and
flicked his lips. They felt like velvet torture. Ye gods, what monster
had he created? She let go of his tie and lightly pushed him backward.
Her hands went up to her shirt buttons. "I was feeling so hot all of a
sudden. I think I need help cooling down. Think you can give me a
hand?"
David rose from his chair and reached for her shirt. Her buttons came
off quickly, but he left the shirt still on her. Her flawless, snowy
skin was perfectly clear and had a creamy quality that made him want to
taste it, worship it with his tongue. Her breasts were a D cup encased
in a lacy black bra. As he reached around to unclasp it, she pulled his
head toward her breasts. David buried his face willingly into her
lovely mounds. He pulled the loosened bra aside with his teeth and his
mouth quickly sought out a turgid nipple. They were already stiff with
desire and protruded an inch from her breasts.
She moaned as she gripped him tightly against her, her nails lightly
marking his back. He unzipped and pulled off the pants that she wore to
work, exposing her skimpy black thong and those legs that went on
forever. He ran his fingers over her toned legs, making them tense in
anticipation. Her body was like alabaster; clear, pure and creamy
white, a striking contrast to her red hair and green eyes. His fingers
travelled up to where her thong was and started teasing her, flicking,
rubbing, running feathery touches that drove her crazy. She was trimmed
and shaved, leaving only a little thatch of red on her pubes. Julie
started shucking his clothes in earnest. His teasing touches were
overheating her sex. It was already steaming with anticipation.
Dispense with the foreplay, she needed him now.
The were both naked in seconds. He cleared the files and papers on his
desk with one sweep of the arm. Julie lay on her back on his desk, her
legs spread, still encased in her silk stockings and wearing her high
heels. He practically ripped her thong off and flung it aside, where it
caught on the corner of his monitor and hung there, draped lewdly over
his screen. Her shaved cunt was leaking badly and threatened to drip
and leave a pool on his desk. Now, that wouldn't do, would it? He
lapped at it, sucking up the nectar. The more he lapped, the more she
leaked, and the more she leaked, the more he lapped. Julie was bucking
in a fuck-frenzy now as his tongue rasped across her pink bits, his
lips mauling her lips with alternating roughness and gentleness. His
tongue drilled down into her tunnel, making her sex petals part like a
blossoming flower. Her clitoris surfaced from its hiding place, swollen
with desire. He made it swell further as he captured it between his
lips, the combination of her juices and his saliva making it possible
for him to roll it fluidly between his lips and tongue. He felt her
body stiffen first. Then her cunt muscles spasmed as she came,
squirting little spurts of love juice on him. He laughed delightedly
whilst she blushed self-consciously. She had never squirted like this
before, it was a first for her. David's earlier emotional manipulation
of her mind and the unleashing of her repressed sexual psyche had
caused her underused snatch to brim up with such an overabundance of
juice that her sexual release resulted in female ejaculation.
Her pussy was still spasming and squirting as David moved up over her
body, aligning his hot, surging cock with her eager snatch before
plunging in with one fluid stroke. "Ahhhhhhhh......." she arched her
back and gasped, feeling his hardness parting her.
David moaned in satisfaction. She was as tight as Mandy's virgin box,
and he certainly knew, having spent the better part of last night
exploring it with his, or rather, her fingers. And it churned and
milked him in seventy different ways that he didn't know.
Their first fuck was hard and deep. He was pushing into her like some
pistoning power tool and she was like a wild-cat that couldn't get
enought, squirming and thrusting back, her mouth leaving love bites
that marked his shoulder with her passion. It wasn't that she was
biting him intentionally. With every thrust he made, his cock would
press hard against her G-spot making her bite down on his shoulder,
desperately suppressing the scream that was trying to force itself out
of her throat.
David felt his mind slipping into a state he could not quite descibe.
He wasn't asleep and he wasn't awake. He was focused purely on drilling
Julie's tight hole- that was all that mattered. He felt Julie's mind at
the edge of his and he entered her mind easily. It was exactly as he
had done previously in his dream-like state. Except that now he was
doing this whilst fully awake and conscious.
That came as quite a shock. Suddenly he felt the onslaught of the
sensations from both his body and hers. Previously, he had been
unconscious of his own body when he entered hers. But now, he was fully
aware of every thought, emotion and sensation that both David Turner
and Julie Gallagher felt at the same time. The sensorium overload
nearly pushed him over the edge. With sudden inspiration, he began
feeding those combined sensations to Julie's mind just as he had fed
her mind with lust earlier.
Julie's eyes flew open. He felt her whole body stiffen, every fibre
clenching down on his cock. It was like a fiery grip on his cock that
milked and churned him. He cried out with passion. Julie was making
strange mewling sounds. He discovered that as he channelled those
sensations to Julie via his mind link, that same link also made him
capable of experiencing the new and increased pleasure that was washing
over her. This increased pleasure that was fed back to him through
their link pushed him to greater heights of release - which he
channelled to Julie, driving her to an even higher peak. It became a
feedback loop that amplified their exquisite pleasure, building up into
a stronger and stronger orgasm with each pass of the loop. Julie was in
a fuck-daze. She exploded in a mind-shattering multiple orgasm. Those
sensations blazed through their mind link and David felt himself
explode in her womb. He channelled the sensations of his orgasm back to
Julie, driving her to cum even harder, which in turn, made him cum
again and again in her steaming snatch. "AHHHHHHHHHHmffff...." A
thought flashed across David's mind- they were in the office! He
covered Julie's mouth with his and their simultaneous scream became
muffled groans that turned into frenzied, passionate frenching. The
world went white for the both of them.
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David panted as he lay next to Julie on his desk. He admired the sight
of her hot, sweat-streaked body. A rosy well-fucked flush made her
snowy skin glow. Julie felt her cunt marinated with their combined cum;
it squelched as she got to her feet. David sat up and looked at her.
"I don't know how you did it, but I'd like to do that again," she said
to him. It was impossible how good he made her feel. Was it because her
sexual hunger had been pent up too long? No... it was more than that.
He'd made her black out for a few seconds from the pleasure. She'd lost
count of the number of orgasms. And the intensity of the last one...
she shook her head.
"It would be my pleasure," with a surge of gentleness, David drew her
near and kissed her tenderly.
Julie suddenly felt shy in front of him. Her cheeks and ears burned
fiercely. She wasn't ready for this. He was just a great colleague and
good friend up till this morning. Then she'd jumped on him and they'd
boned each other senseless. Now she was feeling these feelings for him.
She turned aside and started buttoning her shirt but he insisted on
helping her dress. Somehow, the intimacy of being dressed by him made
her feel even more naked than she already was. She gave him a quick
kiss and then fled to the ladies room to tidy up.
David plonked down in his chair. He regarded the little pool of cum
left on his table top. It had leaked from her squelchy cum box whilst
they were lying on the desk in the afterglow of their fuck.
It was beginning to dry already in the cool air. Whew, he thought, what
a day.
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Contrary to how these stories go, the rest of the day did not go by
quickly. David was by now severely exhausted from not having rested
well the night before as well as from that marathon he and Julie had
just completed (it felt like one). The adrenaline and coffee was now
wearing off and he was beginning to develop a headache.
Julie came back from the ladies perfectly restored to her prim and
proper self. Not a crease or wrinkle on her blouse and pants, not a
hair out of place and makeup perfectly reapplied. The only difference
was the grin she flashed David when she entered the room - it seemed to
say: I'm a happy, well-shagged girl. David felt a pang of guilt. He and
Julie were good friends in the six months since they had started
working together. Apart from being the only two junior interns in the
firm, they had lots in common too. But they had never gone any further
than being good friends because Julie was simply not interested - she
wanted to focus on building her career. And David had resigned himself
to the fact that he was never going to bed this gorgeous redhead. Up
till now, that is.
Julie was perfectly sweet to him the rest of the day. She'd even put
her arm in his when they went out for lunch. He felt slightly heady.
They were already acting like a couple. But the Julie he knew was
completely work oriented and was putting off any relationships until
she had a well-established career - certainly, a relationship in the
workplace was something she would never consider.
He closed the door behind them when they got back from lunch. "Look,
Julie," he began, "I know how you feel about relationships at this
point in your life."
" After what we did today, I mean.. umm.. look, I'm perfectly fine if
you want to just let that be a one-off thing, you know?" he explained.
She turned to face him and took two steps forward till she was inches
from his face. He could smell her perfume. Her breasts jutted out,
their tips pressing into him. David's breath caught in his throat. He
was like a trapped animal, trapped between the cold wooden door to
their office that pressed against his back and the sizzling breasts
that poked into his chest.
"Don't you dare tell me today was a once-off thing, Dave," her
cat-green eyes bored into his.
"But.. you always said you didn't want something like this distracting
you from work and ...."
"I know what I said before," she interrupted him. "But I've changed my
mind, ok? I don't know why I feel this way. Look, I always liked you,
as in really liked you, but I
didn't really want to get into anything.
But now that we have started, I don't want to stop," she said honestly.
"I think.... I think, maybe I'm ... I'm in.." her voice faltered, her
eyes searching his.
"I'm in love with you too, Julie," those words rushed out of him. He
tenderly cupped her face and kissed her.
Her lips tasted of honeydew; he probed deeper with his tongue. She
surprised him by capturing his tongue in her mouth and sucking on it.
He started to grope at her breasts but she removed his hands. Breaking
off their kiss, she shook her head and gave him a mischievous grin,
"Nope. I don't want to have to tidy up again like this morning."
"You're right,Julie. Someone might come looking for us. This morning
was a huge risk. We shouldn't..." he agreed with her, though a part of
him regretted it. That was the semi-erect part that he was trying -
unsuccessfully- to pacify into calming down night now. She must know it
too, her thigh was pressed right against him. And she was rubbing her
thigh up and down his lump now.
Wait, didn't she just say they should not be doing this? His confused
body responded to her stimulations by becoming fully erect.
"Mmmmm..... you naughty boy. You just agreed with me that we shouldn't
do this but you're so hard already," she whispered into his ear.
"Julie, what are you - " he started to ask but broke off with a gasp
when he felt her slender fingers close around his package in a firm
grip. Not one that caused pain, but a firm grip that enclosed and
trapped his manhood.
"Uhhhh... " he moaned involuntarily as she started to massage it
through his pants. Her fingers were rolling his erection and his balls
around in her palms.
"I don't want to get my clothes and makeup untidy, but I do think I
have the perfect solution for your problem," she whispered
conspiratorily. David felt her body sliding over his as she slowly got
down on the floor in front of where he stood, with his back against
their office door. The sound of his zipper sliding down seemed so loud
in the quiet room. His left hand fumbled for the lock on the door
that now supported his weight - his legs felt like rubber - and turned
it with a click. He felt her hot breath hit his penis. A soft, wet and
insistent caress made his stiff rod pulse. He looked down at her; she
was on her knees, holding him in her fingers. Her tongue was running
over the length of his rod - flicking, teasing, drawing circles.
"Uhhhhh... Julie... OH Shit!" He felt her rasp her nails lightly over
the taut, wrinkled skin of his balls. It was like electric.
He didn't have any idea how he got into this position. He was the one
holding all the cards. He was able to influence her. He was the one in
control! Earlier, he had turned her from platonic colleague into his
willing fuck-mate. But right now, the tables were turned. She had him -
it was a cliched but nonetheless accurate description - by the balls.
He was a helpless innocent right now. All his newfound powers of
mind-control seemed to work only when he was asleep. Well, with the
exeption of that one time this morning when they were in mid-fuck and
his mind just seemed to zone out and he was able to enter her mind.
"Please... Julie.... don't just lick me... I need to ... I need to
cum," he pleaded.
She was teasing him. The soft, wet touches were just enough to bring
him to the brink but not enough to push him over. And she showed no
sign of wanting to push him over the brink. Just to keep him there for
a long, long time.
"Think of it as... 'lick' ... repayment.... 'slurp' for the impact...
'slurp' ... this relationship will have on my long-term..'lick' career
prospects...."
But I just said it can be a one-off thing!! But you didn't want to end
it!! He wanted to protest but it came out as a wordless gurgle as she
gripped him firmly with one hand and proceeded to rub her tongue into
the little eye at the tip of his cock.
He didn't know how long she tormented his over-sensitized cock, keeping
him just at the edge but refusing him release. It wasn't just his
cock - his balls were massaged, fondled and molested in every possible
way. He felt like he was being repeatedly thrown into the fire and then
dunked in icy water - extreme sensations that tortured his soul. He now
knew how Mandy felt when he'd sexually tormented her innocent mind in a
somewhat similar manner in their dream link last night.
Suddenly, he felt Julie's slender finger press into his pants. It slid
past his balls, wreaked havoc with the nerve ends of his perineum and
ventured into a place no one else had ever touched. He'd had his share
of girlfriends and was no stranger to sex but not in his wildest dreams
did he think of his anus as an erogenous zone.
"No... Julie! Stop!... Uhhhhhhh... Uhhh.... noooo....." he
pleaded. He felt Julie's well manicured finger, slick with her saliva,
slide past the defences of his rectal muscle ring. The wet, warmthness
of her mouth suddenly engulfed him from the front. The two-pronged
attack, from the front and the rear was devastating. The sucking
pressure of her tight mouth, the sensation of his piss-slit rubbing
against the back of her throat and the playful tongue that slid back
and forth over the underside of his glans were about to drive him
crazy. That's when her finger squirmed in his tight rear passage and
massaged his prostate insistently. David lost control of himself,
exploding in her mouth. His whole body convulsed and contracted. If not
for the door he was leaning on, he would have slid to the floor
immediately. He gripped the door handle to help him stand as the orgasm
that seemed to never end shook him. This was the third time he'd come
today but his balls ejected more semen than both the other times
combined. Julie was surprised herself because she could not swallow
that sheer volumne of sperm fast enough. A rivulet ran down her chin
and dripped down her neck.
Suddenly, in the midst of that orgasm, David's mind registered the
faint presence of Julie's mind near him. It was like before, only this
time it was a brief encounter. But it was enough for David to hurl all
the sensations he was experiencing at Julie.
It came as a shock to Julie. It hit her like a hurricane hitting a
coastal city. Just then, David's orgasm was ending and the link broke
but what went through that link was more than sufficient. Julie
collapsed at his feet, curled in a fetal position, gasping and cumming
in the second biggest cum of her life - the first being this morning.
His orgasm concluded with several more eruptions followed by weaker
sprays of cum. No longer firmly housed in Julie's mouth, his prick
convulsed wildly, spraying strands of sperm into the air. With Julie
collapsed at his feet, those ropes of cum quickly covered her pretty
face, hair, neck and blouse.
David was hugely satisfied. First off, his orgasm was definitely
satisfying. That he had turned the tables on Julie and regained the
'upperhand' - their sex seemed almost like a competition, he laughed to
himself - was also a satisfaction. And finally, draping a girl with
ropes of cum whilst she was cumming uncontrollably somehow appealed to
some deep, kinky part of him. He got down next to Julie as she lay
there panting and kissed her.
She stretched langorously on the office carpet and laughed, "I must
look quite a sight, don't I?"
David surveyed her and smiled. She certainly did. A rosy afterglow
covered her cheek. And thick, viscuous, white ropes of cum decorated
her.
She smiled and winked at him as she lifted her left hand and brought
the index finger to her nose. His eyes widened as he suddenly
understood where that finger had been. It was the one that had touched
him where no one had touched before; it had gone up that secret passage
and made him cum harder than he had ever before as it massaged his
prostate gland. Holding her gaze, she slowly stuck it into her mouth
and sucked happily, making slurping noises. David groaned and his spent
penis somehow surged one final time at the naughty sight, expelling a
white droplet that landed on the carpet.
Julie giggled, "I should stop shouldn't I? Or you'll be hard again in
no time..."
"You... you... 'raped' my bum with your finger," he said, half jokingly
and half reproachfully.
She giggled again,"You liked it didn't you? Was that the first time
anyone touched you there?"
David nodded and joked, "You took my virgin anus!"
That made her giggle more. "I've only read about it but I'd never tried
it before... " she admitted. "If.. if it makes you feel better, you can
have my ... virgin anus next time," she offered, her natural
inhibitions and shyness making her blush prettily at what she just
said. Its hard to belief but even though they'd shagged each other and
he'd just come all over her face and body, she was still shy about
certain aspects of sex.
They spent another half hour cleaning her and the carpet up. It was a
good thing that none of the partners or associates of the firm ever
came here to look for them. As junior interns, they were usually
summoned by phone if ever needed and their little office which was in
an out of the way section of the building, was relatively private and
secluded.
The end of the day was also the end of the working week, it being
Friday. Julie had promised to visit her sister, so David found himself
catching the bus home. He walked a block from where the bus dropped him
off before getting to his apartment. The only thing he wanted just now
was a hot shower and then to collapse in bed and sleep till possibly
Monday.
He got into the elevator when it arrived. Just as the elevator doors
were closing, a figure dashed in at the last minute.
He took a step back to make room for the newcomer. He found himself
looking at a familiar face - it was Amanda Watson.