Melissa found her svelte body being pushed into the bed. Her legs curved outwards and tucked up beneath her; her bum partly projecting over the end of the bed. A large hand pressed down onto the base of her spine, pinning her in place. A cock, the largest cock she had ever felt, fucked her relentlessly. Every penetrating thrust resulted in Melissa exhaling into the damp bedclothes; her hands outstretched and clinging onto the sheets above her head, pulling them towards her. Her head shook from side to side. Her eyes closed.
The cock seemed to penetrate further than her physical body allowed. Her eyes rolled upwards as she finally, let it all go. Her whole body convulsed with the expectation of multiple orgasms. Her breath was forced from her lungs in bursts; accompanied by loud sharp noises. Melissa found herself on the edge of an orgasmic cliff waiting to be pushed off, and then she started to fall…
Melissa’s eyes flew open. She sat bolt upright in bed, panting hard. Her hands grabbed the sheets around her for comfort and she scanned the room rapidly for the existence of any other person. Melissa started to calm down as she explored her room. Her hands trembling as she hugged herself. The table lamp was still shining from the night before. The duvet was dumped unceremoniously on the bedroom floor at the foot of the bed. Melissa remembered trying to stay awake for as long as she could but finally relented to the power of exhaustion. Sleep had overtaken her and she knew what that would mean.
The dream would take her.
Melissa started to sob. She shook her head as she looked at the state of her bed. The bed was wet with sweat. The sheets were soaked where she sat. She felt between her legs and rubbed her finger into the bedclothes. Definitely pussy juice, she acknowledged, as she sniffed her fingers. Her pussy felt used, abused and very wet. She must have cum in her dream, it was the only explanation. Her knickers were ripped and in tatters beside her.
For the fifth time in one week, Melissa pulled the sheets off the bed and loaded them into the washing machine. New sheets were gathered from the airing cupboard at the top of the stairs and rapidly deployed. The bed was made ready, once more, for the next installment.
Melissa wandered into the bathroom and stared at the floor and then at her reflection in the mirror. Another tear slipped from the corner of her eye as she looked at herself before heading for the shower. Work called, but she already felt exhausted.
-oOo-
The working day was no different to any others and brought enlightenment and joviality to the more recent and sinister thoughts that seemed to invade Melissa’s head. She laughed and smiled with her colleagues and mates, in between trying to make sense of what she was experiencing. It was fair to say that Melissa’s dreams seemed to occupy her mind, most of the day, and all of the night.
She considered asking a friend to sleep over on one occasion, in an attempt to try and stop the dreams but then decided against the idea; not knowing whether the dream would take her or not, or what she might reveal to her friend if it did.
She couldn’t talk about the dreams to anyone; they seemed so weird, so pornographic. She wondered whether her subconscious was telling her that she was missing something that she craved. It was true, she hadn’t had sex with a bloke for a while, but these dreams seemed more than that. They seemed sinister and evil and always started the same way. They ended up the same way too; soaking wet sheets and a feeling of exhaustion, a feeling of being completely and utterly fucked.
Yet, Melissa knew, that at the end of each working day, she had to go home, eat, and climb into bed. Sleep was optional, but not in her current state or the state that her dreams left her in. It was something she had to face, every night, whether she wanted to or not.
Distraught and scared, Melissa crawled into bed at the end of another day. She knew she would try to keep awake, yet again; it was her only chance of escape, but she also knew she would fail to do so. Picking up her tablet she ordered a few things from Amazon for next day delivery. She watched an episode of her favourite series on Amazon Prime, followed by a few more programmes while curled up in bed; a mug of hot chocolate sat expectantly on the bedside table next to her. She checked her knickers and they were definitely on her body, where they should be, and they were dry.
Twice she startled herself, as she half fell asleep. She eventually relented and switched her tablet off; placing it on the bedside table next to the lamp. Melissa drank the hot chocolate and then curled into the foetus position, pulling the duvet around her and feeling the warmth and comfort from the goose down. Nice memories from the day flooded her mind, yet she slowly relinquished her hold on reality and closed her eyes…
-oOo-
Melissa pulled her car over onto the layby. Switching the engine off, she looked out of the car window at the rusted, black, metal gates. In the distance, set back amongst the trees and slightly out of sight, was a large mansion. Melissa felt the urge to get out of the car and slowly walk towards the gates; the car door was left wide open as she vacated it. A metal chain and lock held the gates together but as she lifted the lock in her hands it fell apart and the chain slipped through her hands to the floor.
Melissa pushed the gate open and it swung, heavily, on the double hinges that supported it; eventually sticking on the built up gravel and mud just to one side of the wet pathway. She stepped inside and felt an immediate rush of excitement. Her breasts lifted and dropped in unison to her heavy breathing. Her eyelids were heavy, her lips formed a pout. Invisible hands clawed and pawed at her body, exciting her to the core. A steel cold breeze swept between her legs, through her cut denim jeans and brushed up against her white cotton panties; the same cold breeze that also caused her nipples to harden and extend beneath her white cotton top.
Melissa walked towards the mansion which was situated at the end of the curved pathway.
Silver moonlight shone on the wet stone, illuminating her way. Ivy, shrubs and weeds clawed at the path, but kept their distance; as if they were forbidden to grow there. Away from the path the once manicured landscape, had become overgrown with weeds. A granite stone fountain glistened, but no running water was heard.
Melissa focused on her final destination, keeping to the path; all the time, wondering why the stone floor was not cold to her bare feet. The breeze tortured her senses, causing Melissa to jerk her head from side to side at the slightest sound. Occasionally, the cold air would penetrate her knickers and cause her to close her eyes and clench her stomach in anticipation. Her nipples hardened with the breeze and were visibly pointing in the direction of her travel.
Melissa had been here before, many times, yet the memories were suppressed.
She noticed a small glow coming from the nearest window as she eventually reached the wooden doors of the mansion. She was about to raise her right hand to the black knocker that adorned it, but hesitated. Instead, she just pushed the door with her left. It creaked as it swung open, this time, only stopping when it reached its full swing.
Melissa took a few steps inside and looked all around her. To her right was a closed door, to her left, an open door to the dining room. Cobwebs, covered in dust, could be seen hanging from the glass chandeliers. Chairs were arranged around the great table with only one of them pushed to the side; as if someone had just left the table, or the room. There were no footprints on the dusty floor and no marks on the dust covered table.
As Melissa took in the contents of the room, a gust of wind swept around her and stirred up the dust. The room grew darker and she noticed that the solitary candle on the dining table had been extinguished. She felt a gentle push from behind and she stumbled forward. Melissa took in the sweeping staircase and she knew the direction in which she had to proceed.
Each step was accompanied by a heightened sense of sexual excitement. Melissa knew that his cock would be there, waiting for her, though she didn’t know how she knew this fact. It would be ready to take her; ready to pleasure her sweet sex. As she took her first step onto the staircase, the palms of her hands subconsciously brushed against her nipples, hardening them even more. With every step she rubbed at her nipples until they stood out. Eventually, one of her hands was placed on the banister for support.
With each deliberate step, Melissa paused to imagine what she would find, what she hoped would be there.
Melissa ran up the last third of the staircase and burst in on the master bedroom, hoping to surprise him. Catch him unawares.
The room seemed quiet and still. In the middle was a low oak table with two half-full glasses and a half-empty bottle of red wine. They were completely undrinkable, with dust forming a solid crust on the surface of the wine in the glasses and covering the bottle. Aged cobwebs adorned the corners between the legs and the top surface of the table.
The bed, however, was in pristine condition. The cloth covering the bed was bright red in colour, patterned with maroon and green abstract shapes. The pillow cases at the end were large and plump. On Melissa’s left was a large French window, barely capable of keeping the wind out; air hissed through the gaps and yet, Melissa did not feel the cold.
To her right was a very large gold-encrusted ornate mirror that supplied excellent views of the bed, the window and beyond.
Melissa stared at the bed and she knew.
Stepping around the small table in front of her, she walked to the end of the bed and stopped at the foot of it. On her way, a cork bottle top skidded along the floor making snake-like shapes in the dust. With her body close to the bed, she raised one hand. Her finger touched the ends of her erect nipple, on its way to being sucked into her mouth.
Melissa stood in silence, and waited.
She could feel the tension in the air as she waited.
A whooshing sound made itself known to her senses. The temperature in the room dropped. Clouded particles of air swirled about her, pressing into her flesh and caressing her. Invisible hands slid over her legs, onto her thighs and clenched her buttocks. Melissa was breathing heavily, knowing full well that she dared not look around. The mirror was tempting and she nearly glanced in its direction. She wondered whether one glance would hurt, but she controlled the urge.
Melissa kept her eyes shut tight. Her head swirled from side to side with the swirling air that caressed her body.
Suddenly, she felt her cut-off jeans being ripped from her body and discarded, effortlessly. Hands pressed against her body and pushed her forwards onto the bed. Melissa heard another ripping sound. As she opened her eyes, she saw her knickers fall onto the bed in front of her; knickers that were already wet with excitement.
Then she felt it.
Something wet slipped over her bare pussy. Melissa let out a loud groan followed by the obligatory expletives. She felt the palms of hands caress her breasts and tweak her nipples from underneath her flimsy top. She felt hands caress her thighs and slide up inside her top, over her stomach, and around her neck. Every part of her was being touched, caressed, and fondled. Too many hands, thought Melissa, too many hands.
A tongue slipped inside her sex, parting her lips, before it was removed, just as quickly. Sampling her delights.
Melissa felt a hand effortlessly lift her onto the bed. With her knees balanced on the edge, Melissa tucked her legs underneath her; her backside, once more, protruding over the edge of the bed. Invisible but powerful hands pushed her body down onto the bed. A tongue entered her pussy and then the unexpected happened. Another tongue entered her anus with just as much enthusiasm as the first.
Both tongues worked her expertly, delivering an exotic mix of erotica and pure penetration all at the same time. Melissa panted into the bedclothes, her hands stretched forward in an attempt to prevent her being pushed up the bed.
Melissa whimpered the only words that conveyed her feelings, “Oh! Fuck…” into the bedclothes, many times over, often after inhaling a lungful of air.