My Dream Of Captain Kathy O Connor

My Dream of Captain Kelly O'Connor

Reoccurring dreams, Michael dreamt of having sex with his commanding officer, Captain Kelly O'Connor.

Every night, something that I never had before, I had now. I had the same two, recurring dreams. I dreamt that I finally saw my commanding officer, Captain Kelly O'Connor off base, in public, and in her civilian clothes.

I hate her. Killed by friendly fire, if I had a gun, I'd shoot her. She's more than just a bitch. She's evil.

My dreams seemed so real and as if it really happened. With my planned revenge for what she did to me running as high as a fever, I dreamt that I bumped into her at a bar after she had been drinking. As payback for her after having me dishonorably discharged, I dreamt that I had sex with her.

Coming up behind her in the parking lot, I dreamt that I surprised her and stripped her naked. With a heavy hand to her shoulder while pushing her to her knees, I dreamt that she blew me. I dreamt that I pushed her in the backseat of her car and fucked her.

Every night, I had the same, two recurring dreams. Every night, my dreams started the same way. Every night, as if a teenager having wet dreams, I ejaculated in my sleep. I had sexual orgasms for Captain Kelly while sleeping.

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With Houston a big city, seemingly, as if she's haunting me, I can't go anywhere without seeing my ex-commanding officer. After being dishonorably discharged, everywhere I go, I bump into her when she's in uniform. Never seeing her before, I always see her now. I saw her at Kroger this morning and at the Galleria Mall last night.

'Who the fuck does she think she is prancing around with those silver bars on her shoulders? She thinks she's hot stuff. She thinks she's a Goddess when she's just a captain in the army at Ellington Field, Joint Reserve Military Base,' I thought. 'Fuck her!'

Too much of a coincidence to see her again and again, especially when I never saw her before, I felt as if I was cursed to continually see her.

'Is she following me,' I wondered? 'Seemingly too much of a coincidence, yet, how would she know that I'd be here when she was here, too? As if it's our destiny to meet, it just seems odd to continually run into her,' I thought.

After all that she put me through, unable to get rid of her, it was upsetting for me to see her again and again. The last straw was seeing her at the Bombers Sports Bar tonight. Only tonight, the first time not seeing her in uniform, she was in her civilian clothes. With her having nothing good to say about me, had she seen me, she would have said something derogatory. No doubt, she would have started trouble. Seemingly, she hated me as much as I hated her.

Had she seen me, especially with her drinking, she would have started an altercation with me that would have had me arrested and thrown in jail. Yet, to be honest, a real looker, and taking my breath away, she looked hot in her civvies. I wished she liked me because now that I've seen her looking so hot, I'd love to date her. I'd love to marry her. I'd love to make her my wife.

'Who's dreaming now,' I thought?

I couldn't stop looking at her. I couldn't stop staring at her. She had one hell of a body under those clothes. Nonetheless, with too much fast and rising water under the bridge, I couldn't let go of my anger and my hatred for her. Before she saw me and started trouble, I left the bar.

Nonetheless my hatred of her, with the sexy image of her plastered in my mind, I admired her slim and shapely body, even when in uniform, especially when she's in uniform. An image that I'll never forget and will take to bed with me tonight, she was as sexy and shapely as she was beautiful. No matter, still angry, while wishing I could get revenge, I'd love to teach her a lesson that she'd never forget.

I'd love to put a heavy hand to her shoulder, force her to her knees, and have her blow me. With a forceful hand to the back of her redhaired, pretty head, I'd love to hump her mouth and fuck her face. I'd love her to suck my cock. I'd love to cum in her mouth. I'd love to watch her swallow my cum. Then, as my payback, I'd love to shoot a second load of cum all over her pretty face and in her beautiful red hair. I'd love to give Captain Kelly, my commanding officer, a cum bath.

Not stopping there with just a blowjob, I'd love to lift her up, turn her around, bend her forward, lift up her skirt, pull down her panties, and fuck her from behind without lubricating her. I'd love to tear her apart with my cock. I'd love to cum in her pussy. I'd love to give her the fucking that she needs.

Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, she'd never even say hello to me and never mind have sex with me. Only, sadly, and frustratingly, nothing more than a frustrating, wet dream, none of that would ever happen. It wasn't until she had me arrested, tried, convicted, and discharged that I started having my recurring dream of having sex with her. Every night, I had the same, two dreams.

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'That uniform doesn't make her better than me,' I thought while watching her sashaying around the grocery store and at the mall when in uniform. 'Those silver bars on her shoulders doesn't make her stronger, smarter, or better than me,' I said to myself while watching my commanding officer leave the bar alone. 'In the way she's dressed tonight, she's nothing but a whore.'

I was still angry that she brought charges against me. I was still angry that she had me dishonorably discharged. She forced me out of the military because she didn't like me, as simple as that. Always out to get me, she couldn't stand me. She hated me. And that was when my recurring dreams started. Every night, I dreamt that I had sex with her. Every night, I dreamt that I forced her to have sex with me.

Tonight, as soon as I put my head on my pillow, happening again, in the way that I saw her tomorrow night, I dreamt that she wasn't in uniform. The first time seeing her in civilian clothes at Bombers Sports Bar, with her short, red hair done nice and her wearing makeup, she looked hot. She wore a short skirt that showed off her shapely legs and that defined her round ass. She wore a low-cut, button blouse that showed her long, sexy line of cleavage, and that enhanced her enormous, double D cup breasts.

And with her having been drinking and a little drunk, I dreamt that she was ripe for the taking. I'd love to have sex with Captain Kelly. As if I was really there, and she was there with me, too, I looked around to see if anyone was out and about. With everyone still in the bar partying, the coast was clear. As if my dream was a replay of Thelma a Lousie where Mary Louise Parker was sexually assaulted in the parking lot of a bar, I dreamt that I was alone in the parking lot with Captain Kelly.

'Captain fucking Kelly. Look at her. She's drunk. She can't even walk straight,' I thought. 'How's she going to drive? She's nothing but a whore, a drunken whore,' I said out loud for no one to hear even though I was still asleep in my bed while dreaming of her in the future instead of in the past. 'Yet, she's a woman who I'd love to fuck.'

# # #

I dreamt that I was walking parallel with her while ducking behind cars so that she wouldn't see me following her. I stared at her shapely ass in her short skirt and through the car windows. I stared at her big, natural tits through her tight blouse bouncing as she walked.

Continuing to stare at her while we walked, I stared at her pretty face and her beautiful mouth. Indeed, even though she was such a vindictive bitch, she was a very good-looking woman. She had a phenomenal body. Her running with the platoon did her figure a lot of good.

I wondered what she was like in bed. I'd love to kiss her. I'd love to make out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. I'd love to slowly undress her.

If things between us were different, I'd ask her out. I'd love to date her but an officer in the army would have nothing to do with an enlisted man, especially one who was dishonorably discharged. Besides with her graduating from West Point and having a promising career in the military ahead of her, and with me barely finishing high school, what would we even talk about?

'We could talk about cars. I love cars,' I thought. 'I love the new, bright red, six-speed, Mustang GT that she drives. That's the kind of car that I'd buy, perhaps, not in red. Red is too flashy for me. I'd prefer a shiny, black Mustang.'

Yet, whenever she looked at me, she looked right through me as if I wasn't even there. She'd never want to have a conversation with me, even about cars, and even about her Mustang. I'm a no one and a nobody. I'm just a loser that she kicked out of the army and sent packing. I'm sure she doesn't give two thoughts about me. I'm sure that she isn't haunted by having recurring dreams about me in the way that I constantly and continually think about her.

Nevertheless, unable to remove her from my mind, I visualized her while I'm sleeping. Someway and somehow, she needs to be taught a lesson. I envisioned getting even with her and fixing her ass while I'm dreaming about her. In my surreal dreams, with her too drunk to know that I was following her, I watched her walk closer to her car.

# # #

Nothing more than my active and revengeful imagination, my dreams seemed so real, but they are nothing more than my masturbation fantasies playing tricks on my mind. Something that I masturbate over every night, and every morning, I dreamt of striping my commanding officer naked and having sex with her. I dreamt of taking control of her in the way that she took control of me by having the military police arrest me and lock me in the guardhouse.

'Showing her who's the boss, I want to fuck her,' I thought. 'I need to fuck her. I can't wait to stick my big dick in my captain's cunt. I need to make her my bitch. I need to get even with her for her ruining my life.'

Every night my reoccurring dreams of Captain Kelly gave him an erection. Every night I touched myself in my sleep while imagining my hand was her hand. Every morning, I awakened with dried cum all over my pajama bottoms and all over my hand. I must have masturbated over her in my sleep. I must have masturbated over fucking her and her blowing me.

'Consumed by her, only thinking of her, I need to push her to her knees,' I envisioned. 'I want her to suck my cock. I need to humiliate her. I need to put a heavy hand behind her red, pretty head and not let her go until I cum in her mouth and she swallows my cum,' I thought.

Then, after she blew me and she stood, I imagined saluting her while laughing.

'Fuck you, bitch,' I imagined saying before I pushed her forward and fucked her from behind.

# # #

With her unsteady on her feet and staggering a bit, I dreamt that I followed her through the desolate parking lot. She always had the habit of parking her car, a new, bright red, Mustang GT, away from all of the other cars where it wouldn't get dented or scratched. As soon as she unlocked and opened her car door, as if coming out of nowhere, I was on her as if I was a Taliban terrorist.

Something that made my erect cock throb and pulsate, I imagined attacking her from behind and shoving her inside of her car. With a heavy hand to the back of her head, I leaned the front driver's seat forward, held her head down, pushed her in the rear, passenger seat, and closed her car door behind me. Determined to have my wicked, sexual way with her, even if only in my dreams, I was determined to get even with her for all of the shit that she put me through before being dishonorably discharged.

She ordered my sergeant to find things, even if he had to make up things, to discipline me. She wrote reports that I was a below average soldier. She ruined my chance to make corporal. She was there every day stopping me from becoming a good soldier and the man that I was destined to be.

"Hey! Don't! Stop! Get the fuck off of me," I imagined her saying. 'How dare you?"

Then, when she turned her head, I imagined that she not only saw me but also, she recognized me.

'Michael! What are you doing," she said, relaxing a little as soon as she recognized me? 'Don't. Don't do this. Oh, my God! Please, don't do this. I beg you. Please, let me go. Let me go, Michael. Let me go,' I imagined her saying while struggling to no avail as I continued sleeping.

Something that made me wild with sexual desire, I dreamt that I was about to have sex with my captain. I dreamt that she slapped me. I dreamt that she punched him. I dreamt that she kicked me. I dreamt that she tried to bite me. With her putting up quite the imagined fight, I dreamt that she did everything that she could to get me off of her but to no avail. If only in my dreams, I was determined to have sex with her.

'I'll have you arrested,' I imagined her saying. 'I'll have you imprisoned for the rest of your miserable life,' I imagined her yelling at me and kicking me. 'Michael stop! Please don't.'

# # #

As if my dreams were finally coming true, my nightly dreams of having sex with my captain seemed so real. Masturbating three and four times a day, I masturbated over imagining having sex with Captain Kelly. Wanting her to be my victim, in the way that she victimized me, I imagined making her feel as helpless as she made me feel weak, vulnerable, and powerless. I'd love to control her in the way that she controlled me by having to salute her every time I saw her.

Yet, tonight was different. Instead of saluting her with my hand, I was ready to salute her with my cock. If only in my reoccurring dreams, she was mine for the taking. I would do to her in my dreams everything that I'd love to do to her in real life. I was ready to have my wicked, sexual way with her beautiful, naked body.

With her not in uniform to go bar hopping in celebration of her 30th birthday, I dreamt that I took her by surprise. I dreamt that I lifted her short skirt to her waist and exposed her bright white, bikini clad ass. I dreamt that I pulled her panties down to her ankles, exposed her naked ass, and the back of her red, trimmed pussy. I dreamt that I stripped her naked below the waist.

While I imagined that we continued struggling in the backseat of her car, I wet my hand with a wad of spit and wiped my hand between her legs while finger fucking her red, trimmed pussy. I dreamt that I made her wet, wet enough to impale her. Only, surprising me, she was already wet. Then, as if my big dick was my bayonet, pulling out my already erect prick, I mounted my captain from behind, and stuck my cock in her warm and wet cunt.

I felt her gasp. Then, I humped her. I humped her fast and I humped her hard. Again, surprising me, the whore, I imagined that she humped me as fast and as hard as I humped her. Determined to give her an orgasm with my cock, I wanted to hear and see my captain cum, if only in my dreams.

'How does that feel, captain,' I imagined asking her while my prick was buried deep in her pussy. 'Meet my hard, hairy friend, Brutus. He's here to puke my cum in your pussy, you bitch. I hope I get you pregnant.'

With there not much room in the backseat of a Mustang, I was glad that she was only 5' 4" and he was only 5' 8" tall. With my reoccurring dream seeming so real, I dreamt that I fucked her from behind. When I put my hand over her mouth so that she wouldn't scream, she bit my finger.

'Fuck me, Kelly. Fuck me,' imagined saying while continuing to fuck her faster and harder. 'I need to fuck you in the way that you fucked me,' I imagined saying. 'I need to cum in your cunt. I need to make you pregnant with my baby. I need to give you my bastard child.'

I dreamt that I humped her harder. I dreamt that I humped her faster. As if my cock was a piledriver, I dreamt that I literally pounded her pussy. Getting my due justice, I dreamt that I physically fucked her in the way that she had emotionally fucked me. I dreamt that I ejaculated a huge load of warm and oozy cum in my captain's cunt.

# # #

I visualized that she was as dazed as she was drunk. Putting up a good fight, slapping at me, punching me, and mule kicking me from behind, she struggled to free herself of me. Then, when she turned to face me while attempting to get up, not ready to let her go, with a forceful hand to her shoulder, I pushed her back down in her backseat.

'Stay down, bitch,' I imagined saying to her in my recurring dreams. 'You're not going anywhere until you blow me. You're going to suck my cock. You're not going anywhere until after I cum in your mouth and you swallow my cum, Captain," I imagined saying with a snide laugh. "You're mine now, bitch."

Obviously, determined to stop me and apprehend me, she tried to get up after I fucked her. I needed my cum to remain in her pussy. I needed to make her pregnant. Instead of allowing her to break free, I spun her around.

Then, I ripped open her blouse and unhooked her front snapping bra. As if the angels smiled down at me from heaven, I dreamt that I was seeing my captain's enormous, naked breasts. Something that I couldn't wait to do, I was all over her huge, double D cup breasts. Such natural beauties, her breasts were as big as they were shapely.

How she hid her massive breasts when in uniform was a mystery to me. Figuring that she was just a B cup, I had no idea that she had such gigantic tits. I loved her enormous breasts and her big, erect nipples. I loved touching them, feeling them, and fondling them.

While my hand was around my cock when sleeping, I imagined that I touched, felt, fondled, and groped her big tits while pinching, pulling, turning, twisting, and sucking her nipples. Not done there, I imagined that I opened her car door, grabbed her by her short, red hair, and pulled her from her car. With no one around to stop me, I dreamt that I forced her to her knees on the ground in front of me. A sight that I'd love to see in real life, I stared down at Kelly kneeling in front of me.

'If you stick your little dick in my mouth, I'll bite it off,' I imagined her saying with a laugh as if she was Kelly Reilly as Beth Dutton from Yellowstone.

I dreamt that I stared down at her with sexual excitement while stared up at me with anger and fear. I couldn't wait to stick my cock in her mouth. I couldn't wait for her to blow me. I couldn't wait to cum in her mouth and, by holding her in place, watch her swallow my cum

'If you bite my cock, I'll kill you,' I imagined responding. 'I'll murder you right here in this parking lot,' I said in my dream.

Only, unbeknownst to her, I'd never murder my captain. As shocking as it was true, I loved her. My dream woman, I was in love with Kelly O'Connor.

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Then, with an even harder pull of her short, red hair, as soon as she opened her mouth to scream, I dreamt that I filled her mouth with my cock. I imagined putting a heavy hand to the back of her red, pretty head. I envisioned forcing her to deep throat me. I dreamt that I forced her to blow me. While fucking my mattress as if it was my gloryhole, I imagined humping her mouth and fucking her face.

Finally, receiving more than sexual satisfaction, I imagined receiving payback from this bitch. Not letting her go, I forced her to suck me. After cumming in her pussy, I didn't stop humping her mouth and fucking her face until I ejaculated a load of cum in her mouth. I still didn't let her go until she swallowed my cum.

Leaving my DNA evidence behind for her rape kit, in the way that I imagined ejaculating a load of cum in her pussy, I imagined ejaculating a second load of cum in her mouth, too. Then, with her staring up at me in shock, and with me a virtual cum machine, I dreamt that I exploded a third load of cum all over her pretty face, in her beautiful, red hair, and all over her naked tits. I dreamt that I gave my captain a cum bath.