The Christopher Chronicles Ch. 02

Oh well, if it's a fucking dream and I'm in control, may as well enjoy it, he thought. He walked to the bed and pulled Buns by her hair off of Pony's face, and nodded toward the chair in the corner. There was a silver platter with toys neatly lined up for her to play with. She sat down and spread her legs wide, carefully choosing a pink glass dildo from the collection. She placed the glass in her mouth, sucking it in and whimpered softly. Pulling her feet up to the chair, she scooted her ass further to the edge and then slowly inserted the toy into her pussy. She was wet, which made her pussy look like shiny plastic. Moving it in and out of her, she bucked her hips and moaned loudly. Christopher throbbed and he growled as he pulled the loop on the front of Pony's collar, making her mouth meet his. He kissed her hard, tasting the same unnaturally sweet taste he had tasted on Buns' tongue before. Rolling on to his back, he pulled her roughly on top of him. She eased slowly onto his cock and he almost came instantly. He fit inside of her so perfectly, almost too perfectly because one thrust would cause him to ejaculate instantly. She sat on him so still and he almost thought he felt her vagina loosen around his cock. When he had settled a little, she began to ride him, slowly at first, and then building up faster, grinding into him.

"Oh yes, Christopher. Your cock is so big inside me." she panted. He didn't want to hear her speak anymore. Everything she said, every sound they made, sounded fake. He grabbed her by the throat and choked her lightly. She made fake gasping noises and he fucked her hard and fast, closing his eyes tightly. He pictured Zita on top of him like this. He imagined her wet lips against his and her stunning blue eyes looking into his soul. His orgasm was so intense he felt like he left his body for a moment. His heart pounded so hard and his whole body shook. When he opened his eyes the room was empty...cold.

"Sir, would you like a warm bath? Your heart rate is elevated." Alana's face glowed from a glass screen that descended from the ceiling. Christopher, startled, instantly felt self conscious and covered his still shaking body up with the blanket on the bed. He didn't answer her, just lay there trying to gather himself. After a few minutes, the screen went back into the ceiling and the soft smell of lavender filled the room. The temperature changed and it felt so warm and cozy. Christopher felt so sleepy, he couldn't keep his eyes open. A whirring sound filled the room and he drifted to sleep.