Fantasies

"Now I'm going to do you." he told her. "I'm going to stick this dick in you and spread your innards apart." Her eyes were wide open and dilated. She watched his face in both fear and love as he plunged into her. She was incredibly wet and her cunt gripped him like a long lost friend. He move slowly into her, filling up her entire cunt, plunging past her cervix, into her womb. She cried out in pleasure and disbelief. Her teeth bit into his massive triceps muscle. Then Sally began kissing his arm, and he started pumping into her, slowly at first, then with a fury he would have not thought possible. He felt the trembling of the walls of her cunt with each orgasm she had. He lowered his head to accept her eager tongue. She raised her left thigh so that it rubbed against his balls as he moved up and down on her leg. She sucked his lower lip as he plunged deeper and deeper and deeper into her.

Finally her body shook with wave and wave of orgasm, and the softness of her breasts rubbed against Landon's firm pectoral muscles. He felt himself beginning to come. He was going to explode inside her, fill her up until she could not move. But Landon still clung to one small remnant of his own soul. He had not become Sally's fantasy entirely. With all his will, he resisted the impulse to explode, and pulled inward instead.

He could feel her life essence being sucked up his penis like a straw. He took and took and took, and the sensation was better than the most intense orgasm he had ever had in his life. His body shuddered with delight and he collapsed briefly into Sally's willing, naked flesh until be found himself alone on empty sheets.

He looked around the room until finally he spotted her. She was faint and he could clearly see the outline of the lamp right through her naked body. "Landon, What's happening to me?" she asked him.

"Don't worry Sally," he told her. "You are the powerful CEO of a major company. And a darn good-looking one at that. You must be the object of someone's fantasy."

"Sweet dreams," he told her as she slowly faded into the psychic ether.

Alone in the room, Landon let his hands stray to his belly. The familiar middle-age paunch had reappeared. He had his own body back now, rather than just someone's fantasy flesh.

It was time to put his life back together. He figured there were going to be a few things that were going to require some heaving explaining to people. He looked Sally's closet over quickly. Like why he was wearing a dress, for starters.