Waking Fantasies

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Sinking into her comfy, overstuffed chairs, she slipped one shoe and then the other off, letting them drop to the floor. To say that she was tired would be putting it mildly, but she knew, even as she contemplated the warmth and comfort of her bed, that it would be useless to lay down. Today was the culmination of all of her recent work and the source of her anxiety since the project had been set.

It wasn't every day that the opportunity to present your best work to a potentially career-changing client comes along. Her normal bottle of water had been substituted for a nightcap with just a bit more strength. Sipping the liquor that warmed her throat despite the ice in the glass, she leaned back into the plush cushions and reflected on her day.

The meeting had been phenomenal. She was proud of that for sure. Enthusiastic whispers of approval from the client and nods of affirmation from her own team had certainly bolstered her confidence.

Her mouth turned up into a sly grin when she remembered the satisfaction she felt looking at them and realizing that the work and exhaustion had indeed been worth it. She sighed audibly and closed her eyes. Flashes of him creeped into the periphery of her fading consciousness.

Well-dressed, a bit taller than her, with broad shoulders offsetting his soft yet rugged features. A body that evoked confidence, but of a quiet sort in his stance. An incidental touch between them had smoldered through the meeting and honestly the rest of her day.

Her all-too-needy little pussy had spent large parts of the day wet and aching, longing to remove the fabric separating them from being skin to tantalizing skin. Her mind awkwardly snapped back to reality as the hand that had thoughtlessly wandered across her midsection and slipped under the waistband of her thin pants found the dampness of her panties. Honestly, she had been so tired just moments ago.

Now, though, she felt the slow searing rise of heat coursing through her and the outline of her slit that her fingers were softly tracing. With each lazy stroke of that singular finger, she felt the coil of need tightening, just a bit more, radiating from her center outward. Her nipples began to feel every shift of her bra as they became sensitive with her arousal.

Slow, steady breaths were now more shallow and labored. They escaped her lips, mingled with whimpers and moans that to any lover would certainly signal her need to be thoroughly fucked. Her mind painted the scenes from the day in vivid detail, although slightly different from the actual event.

Behind closed eyelids, brief but intense flashes of her hands on him, and the cool rush of air against her body as he undressed her danced in and out of focus. The lacing of her bodice being loosened and falling away. His hands trailing under the hem of her dress, the back of it barely trailing up her thigh to reveal the insatiable lust now seeping from her body.

Intensity rising in her fantasy matched by the reality of her free hand slipping beneath her shirt and bra. Her nipple rippled in pleasure pain as she pinched and rolled it between her fingers. The other hand tugged her panties to one side so that her juices now coated the finger replaced even more firmly between her sensitive lips.

Sliding that now soaked finger up to circle her swollen clit, the fantasy world that had enveloped her began to shift. For a brief second she was afraid it was abandoning her to leave her feeling alone and frustrated. Her hands paused and she caught herself holding her breath.

The thrum of her heart in her ears was replaced. Her fantasy had shifted to a new sense to assault. Her mind's eye was recalling an audio.

Ah yes, from earlier in the week. The voice was soft and even, a thick accent, but in her current state she couldn't place it nor did she care. As if pressing the play button, her hands resumed their ministrations.

The one at her chest pulled impatiently up to expose her breasts on its way up to stop at the base of her neck, while the finger on her clit absently slid lower to separate her folds and enter her fully. Over the voice in her ears, she felt more than heard her moan of pleasure as her tight cunt clenched around her hilted finger. She didn't want to move.

Couldn't just yet. She closed her hand on her throat with firm pressure and again she clenched her finger in response. She adjusted to allow her legs to fall open wider and curled her finger just a bit.

Shivers and sparks exploded from inside her when the tip brushed her G-spot. She needed this. The male voice was more clear now and in bits and pieces the instructions flowed back and as if hearing some magical incantation, her body simply began to follow them.

Imagine, sweet girl, that's my hand around your throat. Not too tight, but just firm enough that you know who owns you in this moment, who allows your pleasure to exist, who is going to make you come as long as you behave. Her grip tightened.

This, this is what she wanted. Someone in control to praise her and make her feel desired and sexy. You can finger yourself for me now, but first I want two fingers inside of you.

I want you stretched and ready for my heart and hungry cock. My good girl has to be prepared because when I enter you, I won't be gentle. She slid in effect, second finger as instructed.

Her gasp underscored her exquisite pleasure and simultaneous feral need that surged over her. Fuck yourself. Bury those fingers as far as they'll go.

Tighten and squirm all you like, but you will take them all of the way out and then force them fully back in. You're going to take my full shaft whether you're ready or not. Such a dirty fucking girl for me.

I know you want to go faster. Whimper. Beg for me to split you in two.

Cry if you want. But with each thrust I will be balls deep and marking you as mine. She picked up her pace, jackhammering in and out.

The slap of her hand against her clit was torture and she craved more. Tighten your hand around that beautiful throat in time with your thrust. Imitate the pulsing of that needy cunt.

I control your breath and your body. It's all here. All here for me.

Almost choking as she bent to the will of some disembodied voice. Submitting herself to one who wasn't even touching her. You want to come, don't you? You're on fire.

I'm consuming you now and all that's left is a broken little cum-slug. Exactly how I want you. The names.

God, the names and the disdain in this voice threatened to engulf her in her orgasm but she couldn't come yet. She didn't have permission. You had to find someone to tell you how to get off properly.

A master to make you cum? You have me now. I'll give you all that you need.

You'll be my own personal little cocksleeve. She didn't know she could feel this way. She was dancing on the very edge.

Her mind blank except for remembering words and the unbearable desire to cum for. .. For master? I own you now, sweet girl.

You're all fucking mine. No one but me can give you what you want and I will. Come for me, sweet girl.

Let go and soak those fingers. Be my good girl. A sensation of broken will and shattered resolve exploded through her.

Legs trembling, toes curling, all the while her fingers buried and twisting in her throbbing pussy. She cried out incoherently and writhed as if his cock had just bred her and left her leaking his cum. Weeks passed, faded, and the coil was loosed violently she had indeed been claimed.

For uncounted moments, she heaved, sighed, reveled in the tremors of aftershock. She couldn't move, didn't want to. Vaguely, she realized that two fingers were still lodged deep in her cunt.

The hand at her throat had gone limp but still adorned her neck. It was good to give over control once in a while. To be in the moment.

Enjoy the passion as it comes. She mentally noted that she simply must find more audios from that voice still tickling the periphery of her conscious. Gradually, she relaxed and reached to pull the blanket from the back of the chair.

She was a mess. She quietly giggled at how she must look, makeup running down her flushed cheeks as if she had only moments ago been totally and completely railed. No cleanup tonight, and her legs were far too weak for a journey to the bedroom now.

She spread the blanket over her and snuggled deeper into the now warm cushions. Drifting off to sated slumber, she silently hoped the master's voice would visit her. Perhaps in her dreams.