Dream World (9 page)

Since Sylvia's departure the other clubbers no longer paid Kate any attention. She was just about to risk taking matters a little further with Gary when she felt another pair of hands clasp her hips from behind. Clive had decided to join in. Feeling back in complete control of the dream situation, she knew that Gary wouldn't object. Not that she had time to give this much consideration as Clive proceeded to massage the cheeks of her bottom, then rub his groin into her bum. Kate gasped as she felt his raging hard on press against her. Checking around to make sure that no one was watching, Kate snaked her right hand down, unzipped the flies on Gary's trousers and began to stroke him.

With a cock in one hand and another digging into the crack of her buttocks, Kate felt like the filling of a deliciously sexy sandwich. As the three of them bumped and ground to the music she ached to take matters further. Given how excited both boys were, she was fairly sure that neither of them would object. Glancing around, Kate spied a set of green fire doors just behind the DJ's booth. In reality, she knew that these opened on to the alley at the back of the club, however, she also knew that if she focussed hard enough she could change that quite easily.

Relaxing her grip on Gary she allowed him to zip himself back up, then led her two suitors across to the fire doors. Though puzzled, neither of them objected. Kate pushed at the doors and they opened up onto a lavish bedroom, at the centre of which rested a huge king sized bed. To ensure their privacy, Kate closed the doors behind them, then went and sat on the edge of the bed. She stroked her chin as she regarded Gary and Clive, looking from one to the other.

‘What are you doing?' Clive asked.

‘I'm debating which of you I want to take in my mouth and which of you I want to take me from behind.'

Both Gary and Clive's eyes lit up at this and they tore their clothes off whilst Kate watched on approvingly. Once they were both naked, she beckoned them to step forwards. They did so, obediently, and allowed her to examine their cocks. Naturally, Kate took her time over this. Firstly, she ran Gary's through her fingers. It was slim, quite long and faintly curved. Clive's, on the other hand, was slightly shorter, but a fraction thicker. Holding Gary's prick in her left hand and Clive's in her right, Kate began to wank them both off. Both cocks responded excitedly and grew a fraction more.

‘No coming,' she said, laying down the law.

Both of her prospective lovers murmured their assent. Deciding to really test their mettle, she teased them even further. Whilst continuing to toy with Clive, Kate leant forward and planted a series of kisses on the tip of Gary's cock. Gary whimpered, bit his bottom lip and did his best to summon up every ounce of self control that he could muster. To make life even more difficult for him, Kate began to massage his balls. She could tell that her attentions were proving too much for him as his balls began to tighten. Kate withdrew her lips just in time as Gary's cock exploded, showering her top with come.

‘Tut, tut,' she said, shaking her head, disapprovingly. ‘Look at the mess you've made.'

Gary apologised profusely.

‘Ah well,' she continued. ‘I suppose I'm just going to have to get out of these clothes.'

Lying back on the bed she began to strip off.

‘I could give you a hand if you liked,' Clive offered.

Kate demurred to his request and permitted him to climb on to the bed next to her. Gary was about to join them, only Kate told him that he had to watch, ‘For being such a naughty boy.'

So Gary sat at the end of the bed and waited upon his mistresses bidding.

Clive lost no time at all in removing Kate's remaining clothing and soon had her stripped down to her bra and G-string. Before removing these last items he paused. When she asked him why, he replied, ‘Because, first of all, I'm going to kiss every inch of your body.'

Kate loved the idea, so lay back on the satin sheets and waited for him to go to work. Clive was as good as his word. He began by kissing Kate's feet, then worked his way up her ankles, calves and knees. As he drew ever closer to her torso his technique altered slightly. His kisses changed from light, feathery ones, to long, lingering, sensual ones and by the time his mouth came in contact with her inner thighs he had also brought his tongue into play, lapping and licking at her tender flesh. Hoping that he would take the hint, Kate shrugged off her G-string and prayed that he would kiss her between her thighs.

Cheekily, she thought, Clive resisted the temptation and, though his lips hovered close to her pussy, they didn't quite come into contact with it. Not that Kate was overly disappointed as he worked his way up her lower stomach. Perhaps she would have more luck if she offered him her breasts, so she removed her bra. Unable to pass on this opportunity, Clive greedily fastened upon her tits, his tongue expertly working its way around her nipples; first her left, then her right.

The next second, Kate felt another pair of lips kiss her ankles. Even for a dream, that's a neat trick, she mused. She was just about to ask Clive how he was managing to kiss her in two places simultaneously when she realised that Gary had joined them on the bed and it was he who was tending to her lower legs. Though part of her considered ordering him to stop, the experience was so blissful she simply lay back and enjoyed the attentions that were being showered upon her.

As Clive kissed her neck she could feel his cock bumping against her upper thighs. Having passed on the opportunity to suck Gary off, she longed to take Clive between her lips and grant him a blow job, so she gestured for him to kneel on the bed beside her. Either Clive didn't quite understand her instructions or he chose to disobey them for, instead of kneeling beside Kate, he took up a position whereby his shins rested on the bed either side of her head, which allowed him to dangle his cock over her chin.

Kate loved the stance he had taken up. Stretching upwards, she took his balls in her mouth and began to lick them. His cock twitched upwards, pulling away from her lips. Reaching up, she tamed it with her right hand, bent it down, took it in her mouth and began to suck. Given the position they had adopted, his cock threatened to pull loose from her lips at any moment, which made the blow job all the more exciting.

Kate was just beginning to settle to the task at hand when she felt Gary break off kissing her legs. Slightly miffed at this turn of events, she wondered what on earth he was up to. She found out soon enough. The next second he buried his head between her thighs, eased her lips apart and thrust his tongue into her pussy. Kate melted into the satin sheets, revelling in the fantasy threesome.

Losing concentration for a second, so good did Gary's tongue feel between her legs, Kate let go of Clive's cock. Though it escaped from her mouth with a pronounced twitch, she barely noticed. All that seemed important to her at that precise moment was the tongue between her thighs. As Gary licked and kissed her, Kate was well aware that her pre-orgasmic juices had begun to flow freely and were coating his tongue and lips. Feeling like a complete slut, she opened her legs wider to make it easier for him and re- took Clive's cock in her mouth. It had long been a fantasy of Kate's to be brought to climax whilst sucking upon a cock. Her timing was nigh on perfect, for the instant Clive's cock slid back between her lips she sensed that she was about to come. Gary must have realised, because he lifted her thighs and buttocks off the bed, pulling her tight onto his face.

Kate had never felt an orgasm quite like it. It seemed to effect every single nerve ending of her body. Her arms and legs quivered and tingled as Gary continued to lick her. It was as if his tongue was somehow in touch with her senses and each time it tickled against her clit a new wave of pleasure washed over her. He broke off his attentions momentarily. Kate removed Clive's cock from her mouth just long enough to ask Gary what he was doing.

Gary replied in the best way he possibly could, by sinking his cock into her pussy. Kate's head lolled back and she let out a cry of unadulterated pleasure. Her thighs felt on fire as Gary worked up a steady rhythm. As he began to fuck her in earnest, she tried to take Clive's cock between her lips once more, but this didn't prove easy. Finally, with great determination, she managed to bring it back under control. Sucking at him feverishly, Kate was getting the fucking of her life as Gary thrust away faster and faster until she sensed that she was on the verge of coming again. She wasn't the only one. Clive beat her to it as his cock burst in her mouth. The sensation of delicious spunk oozing between her lips was too much for Kate and she came a second time, her pussy convulsing around Gary's hard cock, coating it with her juices. With nigh on split second timing Gary climaxed as well, filling her with spunk. As she wriggled and writhed around on the end of his Gary's cock, Clive's cock threatened to jerk loose from her lips, but she was determined not to allow it to do so until she had drained every last drop of spunk from it.

It seemed to take an eternity for Kate's second orgasm to subside; not that she was complaining in any way. When it eventually did so the lovers lay down on the bed, all three of them completely spent. In a moment of indulgent selfishness, Kate suddenly desired to be alone, so she closed her eyes and vanished Gary and Clive out of existence.

After lazing around on the bed for a few more minutes, although it was only a dream, Kate decided she felt like freshening up, so she nipped into the en suite and treated herself to a shower. The tiny jets of water felt fantastically refreshing against her skin. It was strange that it took something so relatively mundane to make her reflect on how amazingly real the dreams she experienced at the centre seemed. As she lathered the shower gel around her breasts and stomach she wondered how Richard had come up with the idea in the first place. It was sheer genius, not to mention incredibly liberating. Whereas it was unlikely that she would have ever indulged in a threesome in real life, in the dream centre, Kate had no qualms about enacting such a fantasy with two comparative strangers.

As she reflected upon events in the bedroom with Clive and Gary she stroked her pussy gently. There was nothing better than taking a shower after a highly passionate encounter, followed by, hmmm, how did she want to end the dream? What about sipping a cocktail whilst watching the sunset behind Sydney Opera house? No, she'd already visited Sydney, there was no point in returning. What about the pyramids at Giza? Whilst she pondered over whether or not to visit Egypt, she washed the shower gel from her body.

Stepping out of the shower, Kate grabbed the towel from the handrail and wrapped it around her. She was just about to dress for Egypt when an even more exotic destination sprang to mind - the Taj Mahal. The Mughal palace had always intrigued her, ever since she first saw a picture of it as a very young child. So, Kate conjured a green door into existence. She dried herself off, then discarded the towel on the floor - it wasn't as if anyone would have to clean up after her. Before stepping through the door she imagined that she was dressed like an Indian Princess, in a bright multi-coloured sari, with a turquoise pashmina wrapped around her neck.

The instant she stepped through the door Kate found herself wearing the outfit she had pictured. She purchased a cup of Chai from a nearby Charwalla and drank it as the sun set behind the spires of the mystical Taj. Though night was drawing on the heat of the day still rose from the earth, seeping into the bare soles of her feet. How amazing, she thought. Red Square in the afternoon, the Taj Mahal at sunset, there can't have been many people who had been lucky enough to experience that combination in one day!

Taking one last final look around, Kate handed the empty cup back to the Charwallah, then conjured up a blue door. As her right hand worked the handle the door trembled so violently she tried to step back from it in order to assess what was going on, only it was too late. The door was partially open. Kate was unable to close it. With a feeling akin to that which you get when you fall in a dream, forcefully, she was sucked through.

Something had changed. Something had gone horribly wrong. Rather than waking back at the dream centre, Kate found herself inside what appeared to be a large church or cathedral. The place was deserted and only illuminated by candlelight. Glancing down she discovered that she was dressed in the same clothing she had worn when she had visited Moscow in the previous dream. It was a good job, for a cold wind blew through the church. Kate pulled the collars of her coat tight around her neck.

There was something about the atmosphere inside the church that was disconcerting, so Kate tried to regain control of the situation by willing another blue door to appear. For some unknown reason, she found herself unable to summon one. Though the faint outline of a blue door shimmered into existence, she couldn't get the object to stabilize. Calling upon every last ounce of mental strength she closed her eyes and urged the door into existence.

Something changed within the dream scenario, though what, Kate couldn't be sure. It was as if someone had opened a door into her mind and entered. Kate opened her eyes and looked around, but couldn't see anyone. Disappointingly, there was no sign of a blue door either. Unsure as to what to do, she decided she had no option other than to explore the church. Though the place of worship appeared to be empty, just in case anyone was lurking in the shadows, Kate steered clear of the central knave and skirted the interior perimeter walls. She hadn't gone more than a couple of dozen yards when she stumbled upon a gift shop. Perhaps it would give her a clue as to where she was.

Annoyingly, as she entered, a small bell tinkled. She held her breath in case the noise had alerted anyone to her presence. When no one appeared after a minute or so, Kate figured that she was safe and so she propped the door open and investigated the shop. A conveniently placed postcard stand just to her right was just what she was looking for. As her fingers closed upon the first postcard that came to hand, Kate felt even more uncomfortable. The minarets on the card were undeniably distinctive. It appeared that she was inside St. Basil's Basilica back in Red Square.