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Christina
I lookover at the two frat boys that are using their fathers’ money to afford a session with me, and I can’t help but think about how different from David they are. I have my phone on me and I realize that I'm getting texts — from Mr. M!
Completely wishing that I could blow off these clients, I debate whether I should read the messages or if I should ignore them rightnow.
I decide to look, and I see the message and I’m stunned for a whole moment.
Mr. M: Dream ofme.
I could faint, the implications of this message make me so weak kneed. I channel that lust into putting on a good show for the twin doofuses watchingme.
It takes me all of 5 minutes of playing with my pussy and telling them to come on me for them to both blow their loads, and I head back to my hotel room to shower off theircum.
I decide to take a nap…but the dream I have isn’t quite Mr. M so much as David. I’m torn on how to feel about that, except I know it makes mewet.
After the new adjustments to clients not touching me, the growing feelings I have for David, and my general horniness that is pounding at my brain…and my pussy, it is no surprise that I have a worried sex dream aboutus.
In my head, we’re in some hotel room that I’ve never been before. David is wearing Mr. M’s suit that I only glanced for a moment, but I know it is David and I know it is Mr. M’s suit from that night. The dream starts with David kissing me so intensely that I can barely breathe.
I pull back from our kiss, pressing my fingers to David's lips. “You steal the life out of me when you kiss me like that,” I say, breathless.
David captures my wrist, pulling me to his side by my hand. “Do you want me to stop?” He asks, his voice husky, talking through gritted teeth with an intense passion.
“I’ll scream if you stop kissing me,” I tell him. Melodramatic, and utterly true. We’re like this, and if you don’t get it by now, you’re reading the wrong story.
“I want to worship your body,” I tell David.
He smirks at me so deliciously, but the way that he looks down, his face heats a little, he sucks in a breath, I know that no one has said such a thing to him before. Not anyone that he wanted before. “I want you to be mine forever. I need to be yours,” I say, whisper soft but sounding out everything that I desperatelyneed.
Am I foolish, especially since David is so young? We are meant for each other. I feel it. And when David looks at me, when he touches me, I know that he feels it, too.
David tangles his fingers through my hair and pulls me to him, where I am beside him, kissing the side of my mouth and moaning against my skin. I’m on fire when he touches me, and I’m desperate for him to touch me every way he wants to. I want to be a vessel for his pleasure the way that he’s the creator of my ecstasy.
His other hand starts to take off my clothes, and he steps behind me to pull off every inch of my clothing until I’m completely bare beforehim.
Pressing a small kiss on the nape of my neck, David makes me shiver but he makes me wait. The tantalizing wait makes me desperate for him but I wait, I breathe, I become more and more aware of how I can’t see him and I can’t feel him right now, but I don’t turn. I don’t turn because he hasn’t asked me to, and I like being part of his powerplay.
I hear his clothes hit the floor. I see the pile out of the corner of myeye.
Then I feel his hands close over my forearms. David's cock is pressed against the seam of my ass, the planes of his chest press into my back. David draws his hands around me and cups my bare breasts. His mouth is on my neck, kissing me tenderly. His tongue glides over the curve of my collarbone. I moan, rubbing my ass into his bare cock, begging him to give me what we bothneed.
David trails a hand down my stomach and I whimper, begging with only sounds and not words for everything I need him to giveme.
“You’re my perfect woman, waiting for me to touch your pussy,” David says, lips pressed against my shoulder blade now. “Are you so wet for me? Will I find you soaked forme?’
“Always,” I say, exhaling. Every time I breathe I press his cock against my ass, brush it against memore.
His other hand still on my breasts closes over my heart. David's fingers capture my nipple and tug fiercely.
I yelp. Every sensation that should hurt or confuse me only serves to heighten my lust and I’m desperate for him. I ache for this touch but I’ll only beg so much as it pleases him. Desperately wanting him like this is part of pleasing him and I love every minute ofit.
“Your body knows my touch as much as your heart knows how to beat,” David says, and I feel his fingers finally brush my pussy. He traces around my pussy lips, then spreads me and teases around my clit. But he doesn’t touch me enough yet to take this to another level. He just tortures me so deliciously that I feel like I’m becoming delirious.
I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything in my life. It tastes so different to want something and to not almost viciously pursue it. The passionate and intensity that I would normally apply to pursuit I now apply to being pursued. David's own intensity matches my desire, sates it, serves it, and creates a raging sea of passion betweenus.
David growls against my skin, jabbing his cock between my ass cheeks. That thrust and groan is all the warning I get before he starts to work my clit, rubbing rough circles over my sensitive spot with such fervor that I start to sweat and pant. I fall back against him, and his other hand wraps around and holds me. The passionate, rough yet tender fury that David shows me now makes me ache. The dull ache within my body pulses through me and my eyes start to well up. The thick rod of his cock against me makes me hungry. I need him with a maddening lust that eliminates everything from my thoughts but desire.
The arm that’s gripping me tight keeps holding me tight, but the hand dips into my pussy, and he slides several fingers into my pussy. He pumps into me and strokes my g-spot. The instant intensity makes my pussy tremble and shake.
