Daydreaming reality

I wrapped my hands on the mug of latte by the distilled windows near the entrance of the cafe. The foam lightly hugs my upper lips as I lean into it to sip the hot drink. It was an average cloudy day, ready to pour later in the evening. The hustle of the streets and cafe drift pass me as I focused my attention to my little red notebook and toasted muffin slathered in butter. A few sentences were written on the yellow page:

Do not drink after 8.
Do not mix Irish cream with my coffee.
Do not take drinks from strangers.

I’m already at day 27 since my last drink and rendezvous with Eric Montgomery, my former flame (on and off boyfriend from school). We shagged behind the club, in the alley. Our bodies changing temperature between our asses on the cold floor and warmth from each other’s bodies.

 

The heat releasing from our bodies was enough to keep from catching frostbite last December, so I humored myself into thinking. Then, I remembered that bubbly bugger never called my cell the next day. A typical Montgomery move. Yet, I still believe with every meeting he’d change. I scribbled one more thing in my notebook:

Stay away from Eric.

And that was the end of my New Year’s resolution list. It was time I started looking for a man who fits my needs as the woman I am. Well, maybe one who carries a much larger and potent load than what Eric inherited from his father. A man is who I need, even if I have to consider nibbling a bit of chocolate once and awhile.

The London clock strikes 2 o’clock and my lunch break comes to end. I start grabbing my belongings and head toward the entrance of the cafe. As I open the door, a tall dark man brushes pass me with great vigor almost knocking me down on my ass. “How dare you bump into me like that?” yelled across the room.

 

Alas, the giant can’t hear my puny voice due to the scum that’s trapped in his voice. An Irish man out of nowhere stand from his seat who witness my assault approaches the big buffoon. “Oí, do you even see with those things you call ‘eyes?’ ” He said annoyed. “Huh? What do you mean there was no one there.”

 

The rude man spoke. An immediate response came from the man. A fight broke out. The fight hard and gory until it started to turn into something a bit more than just a fight and not just one where it is for the intent of possibly killing them. The two started to remove their pants and trousers, leaving them bare to the manhood.

 

I couldn’t believe what I was looking at, happening in front of me. I took a look around, and suddenly we were the only ones in the coffee shop.

 

The two muscular men approached me. One of them grabbed me by the arm, and the other one whispered on my ear “we’re done of fighting for you. Now, we decided to share you” I was shocked, and looked in awe as they dragged me to the edge of the room, holding myself against the wall.

 

While one of the men held me, the other one ripped away my clothes, leaving me completely naked within moments. I was too turned on to reject, yell or protest. Instead, I let my body drag me into the unknown pleasure.

 

I was turned around, my face against the wall, and one of the men started to fuck me in the ass. I started to moan loudly; I didn’t care if someone could hear or see us anymore. The other man held my face down, putting his cock inside my mouth forcefully.

 

I sucked while receiving pleasure from the anal penetration that was going on. Both men were moaning, and that sound turned me on more than anything. I loved to hear men surrendering and enjoying such pleasures.

 

The man held me up and kissed me passionately, then turned me the other way around. Suddenly, I was being stuffed by the dick I had just sucked, and was sucking the dick that had just fucked me. It felt bigger in my mouth than it did in my ass. My pussy was already dripping wet from this.

 

“More” I said loudly, and both men held me up then threw me on the nearby sofa. Before I could even demand more, I was sandwiched between them, a double penetration going on inside my vagina. They both had quite big dicks, and I enjoyed every second of the experience. Before I could get too crazy, they took their dicks out of my vagina and shot huge loads onto my face and body, almost at the same time.

 

Their expressions of full pleasure were extremely comforting, I enjoyed seeing that they enjoyed my body so much, to the point they came quick after fucking me so hard. “Thanks for a lovely evening, gentlemen” I said to the panting, sweating and muscular men sitting each on a different stool, looking at me while I picked up their man juice with my fingers and directed it to my mouth, sucking my fingers seductively.

 

One of them stood up and said “I’m ready for another round” in a serious voice. I was rather surprised and pleased, because in all honesty I was ready for another round too. The other man said “go right ahead, I’ll join in a bit” then the tallest man and I walked into the kitchen, leaving the tired man behind. He laid me over the kitchen counter, and I parted my legs open.

 

He started to furiously finger me as he ate my pussy, and I could feel myself squirting all over. He was very good at this; he probably was waiting for his load to replenish while he ate me. Before long, he stood up and started to fuck my pussy with his meat. As he continued ramming into me, the other man walked into the kitchen. “I’m ready” he said in a rather casual tone. I saw him approach me, hand holding his already hard dick, and his body still sweaty from the last sex session. He held me up, and they both put their dicks into my pussy while I was being held, fucking me together once again. They really liked to share me after all.

 

I was a rather light woman, so this was an easy task for the burly men. They continued to carry and fuck me, and I moaned in full pleasure, feeling my pussy as full as ever with two warm cocks.

 

 After a few minutes, they let me go and asked me to kneel down. I started sucking on their penises, which were already all over my face. After a few moments, they came again, the load slightly less than the first time. They surprisingly came together at the same time once again, and I was surprised but didn’t give it much thought.

 

I felt like asking them for a third round, and when I looked up, the men were not there. I looked around me, and the kitchen was totally empty; all furniture had disappeared. Then I woke up, alone in my bed. I was quite surprised. I felt something wet on me legs, so I took my covers off me to reveal my naked pussy in front of a very big wet spot on my bed. I had a wet dream.

 

I woke up to clean myself, then change my sheets. I was glad I lived by myself, because whenever these messes happen, I wouldn’t need to hurry or anything. I calmly changed my sheets, then put my clothes in the dirty laundry basket. I went to take a quick shower, thinking about the hot dream I just had.

 

When I was about to finger myself thinking about the hot men that fucked me together, twice, in my dream, my phone started to ring. I took a peek outside of my window to see it was my ex-boyfriend that made a little cameo in my dream, Eric. It was very rare that he was calling me. “Hello?” I replied, turning off the water of the shower.

 

“Hey Samantha, its Eric. Are you free?, I’m in your front door right now” I was absolutely in shock. “Yeah, just walking out of the shower. I’ll get to you in a second” I said to him casually, then hung up.

 

I quickly dressed up then went to open the door. Erick was standing there, with a box of chocolates. “Thought you would like this” he said warmly. “Thanks Eric. This was unexpected. Come in” maybe my dream was a signal? What was my ex-boyfriend doing here? We sat down on the couch and started to talk.

 

He would say over and over that he missed me, and I looked at him while smiling. I leant forward and stole a kiss from him. “Well, it seems like you came at the right time” I said to him seductively, stood up and asked him to follow me to my bedroom. A girl has needs that dreams won’t ever be enough to fulfill!