Louis' blurry silhouette took form inside what appeared to be a high-end business suit at the top floor of a high-rise building.
Inside the office was a mature version of Julie, probably ten or fifteen years into the future.
Standing by the floor-to-ceiling window, dressed in pencil skirt, black stockings, a white business vest, and a professional gray jacket.
Julie had one hand on the bluetooth earpiece on her left ear as she said, "I'll be working late tonight, kiss our daughter good night for me. Love you too, bye."
With a beep, she shut her phone off. Her quivering body finally had the chance to relax, and she leaned her forehead into the translucent window overlooking the night scene of the city.
Drip… drip… drip… drip…
Looking down, droplets of viscous fluid fell from between her thighs onto the marble floor, and as her body trembled once again, she spoke breathlessly, "May I please cum now, Master?"
Louis, hidden in the shadows, watched with interest as a person walked in from behind a nearby curtain.
Not surprisingly, this person was the future version of himself, only he seemed to be giving off more of villain type vibe.
Biker jacket, ripped jeans, leather boots, earrings, and a toothpick caught between his pearly white teeth.
In his right hand was a small remote controller, the setting set one level below maximum output.
Instead of responding to her, he moved the switch up to maximum, and a soft buzzing sound erupted from between Julie's spread legs.
"Ah~…" Julie moaned, her small fists clenched tightly, and she knocked her forehead on the floor-to-ceiling window.
She subconsciously arched her back and spread her legs wider, in a vain attempt to lessen the stimulation from her soaked pussy.
Louis moved at leisure, one step at a time, and finally stood behind her. Just as leisurely, he tugged the hem of her skirt, rolling it up one inch at a time to reveal her naked buttocks right beneath the fabric.
As his cold fingers caressed her plump, quivering asscheeks, her shaking intensified even more.
With her eyes turning red and tears threatening to spill out, Julie cried out again, "Please can I cum?! I… I can't…"
Louis grinned, stepped back after admiring his work, and unbuckled his belt. After some shuffling, his pants dropped to the floor and he stepped out of it, leaning back onto her desk.
Louis' erect cock was up in the air as he leaned onto the desk and asked, "How can you come if your Master hadn't?"
Without another word, Julie turned around and tossed herself at Louis' feet, her knees spread wide and her pussy almost touching the floor.
With hunger and distress in her eyes, she didn't even tease his cock—her lips parted and took his throbbing glans.
She thrust herself forward, and despite choking from the abruptness, she overwhelmed her instinctive gag reflex and pushed harder, forcing his cock down her throat as its outline surfaced on her skin.
She coughed, the tears finally spilling over from her narrow eyes, and her body shook uncontrollably.
Splat!
Julie froze, her pupils dilating and her irises rolling back. The stench of her Master's cock as it forced its way down her throat was the nail in the coffin.
She came hard.
Her pussy convulsed and squirted on the floor, and even the vibrating toy in her pussy was ejected onto the ground.
The overwhelming pleasure in her eyes was quickly washed away and replaced with panic and remorse, but before she could say anything, Louis grabbed her pretty little face and shushed her gently.
"What a bad girl, sigh… Look at you making a mess out of yourself, and it seems like I need to extend your punishment for another week without sex. My other girls are much more obedient."
Even with a cock in her mouth, Julie shook her head fiercely, blabbering on incoherent words.
It all came out as ramblings, foams and bubbles forming on her lips, her hands desperately clutching on Louis' thighs.
However, he didn't respond with the words she desired to hear, only taking matters into his own hands and thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking the living daylight out of her tight little mouth.
Her pussy kept leaking juices, just like her eyes and mouth, and whenever he pulled back with his glans at the tip of her lips, she acted as though she wanted to say something, only to have his hard cock shoved down her throat.
The fucking was so intense she soon found herself pinned against the window with no room for retreat, his piece of muscle and flesh balls deep down her oral cavity.
As his balls twitched, scores of thick semen poured down her throat, and he held tightly onto her disheveled hair while admiring her sweating face and bloated cheeks.
She slapped his thighs and scratched at his skin, leaving runways of thin lacerations on his legs. Louis' body quivered with pleasure, and he tossed his head back with closed eyes, ignoring the convulsing body beneath him.
After he deposited his load of the day down her throat, he slowly pulled back, his cock leaving a mess of semen, saliva, sweat, and tears all over Julie's face as she rested limply against the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Please…" Julie's dreamy voice sounded bleak and pleading. "Fuck me…"
The scene dimmed, and Louis who was enjoying the show found himself back inside his dreamscape.
Although he felt weird about watching his future self making a mess of the future class president, he was also amazed that after one lucid dream, Julie's subconscious was leading her dreams toward that direction.
"Fuck," Louis muttered, looking down at the tent on his crotch. "I'm so fucking horny right now."
+30 dream points!
A sudden notification took Louis by surprise, and he almost forgot how horny he was.
"Why did I get so many points this time?" Louis asked, confused.
However, he quickly realized why he only got one point the first time as he murmured, "Were those dream points deducted to bring as spirit body into the dream?"