Pleasent Dreams
Chapter 5
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 5 - 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
October 31st was All Saints’ Eve, or better known as Halloween. Connie loved the holiday more than Christmas and insisted that I celebrate with her. I didn’t need much convincing. We spent hours preparing our costumes before donning our makeup.
It was a gay Halloween party hosted by Connie’s bartender friend, Anne. Connie had dressed as a harem girl, which, much to my annoyance, attracted both men and women. Dressed all in black with a green face and a witch’s hat, I didn’t draw nearly the attention Connie was getting. But she was having a good time dancing with her admirers. It seemed that she would come over every twenty minutes to tell me she had been propositioned again. That’s when she would drag me onto the dance floor and kiss the wicked witch.
It was late when we got home. Thankfully, we had taken an Uber to and from the party. It was an effort to even take off our costumes and makeup. We crawled into bed, had one kiss and fell asleep.
Connie and I held hands as we entered the room of revelers. Most were naked except for a carnival mask. But there were a few in costume. I spotted Batman getting a blowjob from Catwoman. Superman was kissing Lois Lane. Harley Quinn was kissing Tank Girl right next to Wonder Woman, going down on Xena. A woman dressed as a pink bunny was passing out sex toys from the basket she was holding. Flappers were dancing with the singing group, Police. Napoleon looked ridiculous without his pants on.
Mr. Berkley was sitting in an ornate chair overlooking the proceedings. He was dressed as The Great (Jay) Gatsby as he oversaw the orgy that was taking place.
Connie’s first remark was, “Mr. Berkley is a very handsome man. Have you fucked him yet?”
“No, have you?”
“Of course not. He knows my preference.” Connie giggled, “But he does love to watch me.”
I was relieved that Connie wasn’t being manipulated into doing something that was against her nature. I had started to question how much control I had. I never felt manipulated, but isn’t that the nature of manipulation?
Connie’s powder blue shorty pajamas shimmered and changed. She was costumed as Helen of Troy, complete with gold ornamentation on her upper arms, wrists, and in her hair. Her white Greek-style peplos exposed one breast. Connie kissed me and ran off to join the Halloween revelers.
I was left naked, wearing only a carnival mask. I walked to the center of the room. I was immediately approached by a young man offering me his rather large cock. I flipped my hand toward him in dismissal. He disappeared only to reappear fifteen feet away. I continued walking until I was face-to-face with Mr. Berkley. An ornate royal blue upholstered chair was set beside him by two very handsome, well-built men wearing only a tunic. I climbed the two steps to the raised platform and sat in the chair next to Mr. Berkley.
“There now, Doris. You’re where you were always destined to be. By my side, helping shape the world we live in. This can be anything we want it to be. Like tonight. A celebration of a very special day.”
“I love Halloween, Tom. It’s a time to dress up and play a part. A time to be someone or something you have never been before. I snapped my fingers. Cleopatra now sat beside Mr. Berkley.
Mr. Berkley snapped his fingers, and Mark Antony appeared dressed in a toga.
I smiled, “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Antony? What would your wife say?”
“Octavia is in Rome, and this is Alexandria. You are a very beautiful woman, Cleo.”
“Cleo, is it now. Aren’t you becoming rather familiar?” I threw back my head in a haughty manner. “I am the Queen of Egypt, Mr. Antony.”
Mr. Berkley stood and bowed, “I apologize, your majesty.”
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