Pleasent Dreams
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Some dreams are so real and frightening that you never want to go back to sleep, but there are those special dreams that take you places you never want to leave. Be careful not to let those dreams become your reality. Doris Groves walked that fine line between reality and her dream world.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Paranormal Masturbation Oral Sex
I floated down the medieval hall. The door opened, and I was standing in what I now called the bordello. It was my second visit on nights Connie didn’t stay with me. I saw Mr. Berkley and only two other women in the room. That I was naked and they were dressed also seemed unusual, but I wasn’t concerned.
“It’s good to see you again, Doris. I always enjoy your visits. You should bring Connie with you sometime. A wonderful young lady. I’m glad the two of you got together.”
“I didn’t know I could do that.”
“Of course you can. You can invite whomever you want. Of course, it will only be her dream spirit ... Did she mention that she had visited here?”
“No. She hasn’t. I didn’t even know she was having the dreams.”
“She does. Just like anyone else who will sleep in that room.” Mr. Berkley pointed to his left, “This is scarlet.” Then, to his right, “And this is Willa. Do you have a preference?”
I nodded toward the lithe redhead, “Scarlet.”
Mr. Berkley turned to Willa and kissed her, “Sorry, sweetheart. Maybe next time.” Willa walked away and faded into mist.
“I’m sure you know Halloween is next week. Halloween is a very special night here. You should make a special effort to come. Bring Connie. Now let’s relax and have some fun.”
I sat in a chair and spread my legs. Scarlet went to her knees and kissed my pussy, Mr. Berkley kissed my cheek in a fatherly manner. Scarlet pushed me toward my first orgasm of the night. My thoughts strayed, It’s only a dream. What’s the harm if I can give him some pleasure? He is no longer my boss. I refused his advances twenty years ago for ethical reasons, not because I didn’t find him attractive.
I tilted my head toward Mr. Berkley, “Kiss me, Tom.”
Thomas gave me a quick kiss on the lips, “My dear Doris, I’m so glad you’re enjoying your nights in my bed. You told me you spent some time in Paris last week. That must have been relaxing.”
“Yes, I enjoyed it very much.”
“You should come to my parties more often. I so enjoy seeing you naked and now the feel of your hand on my cock. Scarlet is a very special talent. I knew you would like her. Is she as good as your friend Connie?”
“Yes, just as good.” I wasn’t even aware that he had freed his cock from his pants and that I had taken his cock into my hand. It felt warm in my hand as I stroked it.
“I like watching you with the boys and girls when you come here.”
“Why watch me when you have all these young girls here to watch and play with?” I asked.
“This was all created for you, Doris. I created it for you so you could find pleasures that you couldn’t find anywhere else.”
“You created it? How could you? It’s my dream?”
“If all this is your dream, why am I here? Why are all these beautiful people here for you? Dreams are made from fragments of conscious memories. Scarlet and Willa are from my memories. Not yours.”
“Are you controlling me?”
“I cannot make you do anything you do not want to do. But I can control the environment within which you make those choices. I could not make you masturbate me, but I can create a situation in which you might choose to make that decision. I have seen you enjoying sex with both men and women when your dreams bring you here. Choosing to perform such a sex act with me tonight isn’t something you’re uncomfortable with. You have provided the same service to other men.”
Mr. Berkley raised his hand and snapped his fingers. An eighteen-year-old boy dressed in clothes that went out of style twenty-five years ago appeared before us. I gasped. I remembered him and that summer very well. It was Paul Gorman. The first boy I had sex with. Mr. Berkley smiled as Paul disappeared in a wisp of smoke.
Again, the snapping of his fingers. A man appeared that I hardly remembered. A one-night stand at Pfeiffer Beach when I was in my twenties. It was after dark and we were drinking and making out on a remote part of the beach when I masturbated him. As his image stood looking at me and smiling, I remembered more details of that night. I got the feeling Ron was remembering that night also. Yes, Ron Avery, that was his name. I remember going to his hotel room and not leaving until the next morning. Then he was gone.
You see, Doris, you may prefer sharing your body with a woman, but you do not find men repulsive or unattractive as an occasional sex partner.
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