Chapter 6: Down boy
In answer, Michael grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair and pushed down hard. She cried out, but had no choice about compliance. The next thing she knew her cheek was pressed hard against the table. She could feel the cool surface against her crashed breasts and her nipples hardened. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a little and his fingers slipped into her pussy. She stifled a groan.
"Michael? Please don't."
"Julia," he said, working his fingers in and out of her, "tell me you want me to fuck you."
"No, Michael, I..."
"Julia, tell me what you want."
A groan escaped her lips and she seemed to sag. He legs spread wider. "Fuck me, Michael. Fill me with that big, fucking cock you used on me last night and I'll tell you everything you want to know."
He pulled his fingers out of her and undid his jeans. He had expected that they would end up having sex and was wearing nothing under them. His cock sprang out as though it were homing in on its target. He slipped it between her pussy lips and rammed it home.
"Oh, god, yes!" Julia cried out. "Do me hard, Michael."
He began stroking in and out of her, hard and fast; pulling out until only the head of his cock remained wrapped in her hot flesh, and then driving back in until his pubic bone smacked into her behind. His breathing was ragged, but Julia was shrieking fit to burst. "Yes! Fuck me! Ooooh, yes!" After a minute or so of violent sex her cries changed to incoherent screams and he felt her vaginal muscles closing on him like a bench clamp.
He kept pounding as her back arched up off the table, and kept going even after her cries had stopped and she had relaxed back.
It was obvious that her body was responding to his continuing activity as her hips began to twist and buck against him. He knew his own orgasm was close, and that she would have another when he came; somehow he just knew. As his jism began to gush into her, and his vision narrowed into a single tunnel of intense pleasure, he felt her muscles milking his cock and knew she was cumming with him.
Orgasm over, he staggered back, finding a chair to collapse onto while Julia remained bent over the table, her breathing laboured.
Minutes later, she pulled herself upright and turned to face him. Her shirt had been pushed aside in their struggles and her breasts were now fully exposed. His cock hoisted itself back up at the sight. Julia grinned. "Down boy," she said, "I really do have a meeting to go to. I have to get dressed. Clean yourself up and meet me outside on the drive, we can talk on the way there."
Julia drove an open-topped sports car she had, she said, had imported from Europe. The wind streamed in their hair as she steered their way through the morning traffic on the way to the business district. As she had said, she was willing to tell him what was happening to him.
"You see, Michael, you and I, and a few of the people at that party last night, have a talent. Everyone has it, actually, but in most people it never wakes up. People with this talent are what scientists call lucid dreamers, we can control our dreams, but we also go beyond that.
"We can control the dreams of others as well as our own dreams, and we can affect their waking minds by conditioning them right in their dreams."
"You mean we can control people's minds?" Michael sounded incredulous.
"Well, it's a bit more like influence than control. We can persuade them that acting some way is good, where they would normally not do it. With a lot of work, some of our kind have done some pretty nasty makeovers on people, but they are rare. Mostly we can just influence people's waking behaviour. It's kind of tacky, but a lot of us just use it for sex."
Michael shrugged. "Speaking as a teenage boy," he said, "I can understand that." Julia laughed. "How did you know?" he asked. "That I had this 'talent'?"
"When you touched me, when your hand touched my breast, I could feel it."
"Oh. So, let me get this straight, we can just walk into other people's dreams, make them do anything we want, and persuade them to do stuff in real life when they wake up?"
"Pretty much, but it's not a matter of persuasion. You have to override their sleeping will with yours. Everything we do is a matter of willing things to go the way we want. Do you understand?"
Michael grinned. "Not really, but I expect I'll get the hang of it."
"Good, because this is the office where I'm to have my meeting." She pulled the car into an underground car park, swinging it into a reserved space. "There's a little coffee shop in the lobby," she said, "why don't you wait for me there? I'll be about an hour."
Michael nodded and got off the elevator on the lobby level, leaving Julia to head on up to the tenth. He found the shop easily, bought an Americano from the girl behind the counter, and sat at a table where he had a good view of her; the view was quite pleasant.
The girl was a petite blonde with sparkling blue eyes and D-cup breasts mounted on a trim frame. Despite her large chest she wore a spaghetti-strapped tank top and no bra along with a short, tight skirt and platform pumps. Michael watched her busying herself behind the counter while he sipped his coffee. Unbidden, an image of him sliding his cock up between those huge tits came to his mind. He was spurting up and over her face with each thrust and she was egging him on.