Catherine's dream was a nightly orgasmic ride. Each morning she awoke wet, her pussy still quivering as if a vanishing lover had just slipped out. After months of this tease, the ravishing lingered in her waking memory through mesmerizing daydreams until the visions possessed her completely, until they finally became real...
She wasn't sure when the dream began, but clearly its dark theme had always pulsed deep in her psyche. It grew stronger until it transformed her body and soul. Normal life became supernatural. That is to say, normal life for Catherine, which was extraordinary by most standards.
Catherine was twenty-four, a gorgeous blonde with an absolutely extreme inheritance. These gifts she took for granted as entitlement. Catherine came from an old aristocratic family none of whom she had known since her parents died when she was two years old. Mother and father simply vanished she was told. There was never any clear explanation from her guardian, the nannies, or any of her domestic staff, but, immersed in her life of pleasures, she thought little of why and how.
During childhood, her nannies shuffled her around the world between the family's seven residences. She was privately tutored, pampered by the staff, sent to finishing school and ended up, of all things, with an MBA from Harvard. The degree was just for fun. Catherine was in fact quite brilliant, with a mind for business and a body built for sex, as they say.
'Difficult' did not occur to Catherine. The combination of her intelligence, well-bred charm, and enormous wealth amplified her magnetic sex appeal to that of a virtual goddess. All doors were open. Pleasing her was really a sort of delightful foreplay that everyone she met fell into. She was simply thrilling and she worked it like a natural.
Before the dream began, Catherine was a typical wealthy young woman, active in clubs, galas, benefits, fashion week, plus a busy sex life maybe just a notch above her peers. The dream had now focused her exclusively on sex. Not as she had experienced it before as a promiscuous twenty-four year old, but now as an obsessed cockslut.
Catherine's radiance fed on the hungry gaze of men. Intuitively, she spun an intoxicating spell with her sensuous walk, lingering perfume, and shameless flirting that promised a perfect and willing pussy. In the Madison Avenue shops, on the street, in the clubs, even in the mirrors of her own dressing rooms, she was totally on, a full-time cocktease. Catherine began to love watching herself as much as being watched, not just in her many mirrors but, through her most recent self obsession, cams. She had a state of the art webcam system installed in all her houses, hidden cameras with automated face recognition, tracking, zoom, everything to record herself teasing and fucking.
William, an adorable nerdy film student, edited the hours of footage into a very artful collection of her personal porn starring her own sexy self. William worshipped her, slaving obsessively just for the privilege of watching. Catherine loved to watch the fuck vids of recent lovers while she stroked her wet slit.
She found her power over men intoxicating, the power to make their cocks grow hard before her and then explode with hot spurts of cum in her hungry cunt, tight ass, and pretty mouth. Yes, quite a shameless cockteaser, she loved turning men into rutting beasts, making their cocks grow hard until they were stiff and throbbing, harder and bigger than they had ever been, their hips bucking before she'd even let them touch her fine body.
Catherine preferred them big, very big. Big dicks were her obsession. She was always searching for the perfect cock, huge with a beautiful shape, very thick and veiny, long with a big flaring head to spread her open, ever so rock hard and bursting with a truly huge load of hot cum. She'd had so many wonderful cocks, but was still looking for a man who had it and really knew how to use it, a man with the stamina to fuck her over and over again until she felt totally satisfied, faint with pleasure, and dripping with cum from every sweet hole. She needed the cock of her dreams.
Well, when Catherine wanted something, she felt she should rightfully have it and have it hard and deep. She was a filthy rich spoiled princess and a cum loving whore, a royal cumslut.
Lately, the dream had made her a bit insatiable, for although the details quickly faded, she woke up horny with her cunt pulsing wildly as her fingers pushed deep. In sleep, she had been at the center of a demonic frenzy, screams of orgasmic ecstasy all around her, all her holes filled with throbbing cock, her mind and body writhing in a slick of cum.
As it vanished each morning, the dream left her feverish with a hunger for cock, and a consuming thirst for cum. Gone was the former normal rich girl life of benefit galas, shopping all day, lunch with the other wealthy girls.
The dream now controlled every waking moment. Even while fucking a lover's big cock, she wanted a thick plug up her ass too, or a thick dildo deep in her pussy when she was taking cock up her ass. She started hooking up with two or three men in order to get all her holes filled at once, to lose herself in a delicious swoon of stretching, sliding, thrusting cocks that pumped her full of hot cum. Even after such a thorough fuck, she immediately wanted more.
There was no reason she shouldn't have it. She made her men quickly hard again from her dirty pleas for more fucking, her long legs spread open, her fingers playing with her glistening bare cunt sweetly dripping with their cum.
Catherine was really beginning to feel like she could spend all her time flirting and fucking, but she did, in fact, still have a social life, even if its ultimate point had become either talking about sex, finding it, or getting it. A short time after the dreams began she met a certain Nicole at an exclusive club. She felt an immediate connection.
There were plenty of beautiful rich girls filling those sorts of clubs looking for something, but Nicole was the first who could almost match Catherine's beauty, sex appeal, and maybe even her trust fund.
Talking in a dark corner of the club, they became sisters in sin, realizing they shared an obsessive quest for the perfect cock. Nicole had kept a diary of all the best cocks she'd fucked just as Catherine had. In fact, they'd both had several of the same men and it was delicious fun to gossip about their endowments while they were both getting hornier than ever in the shadows of the bar. They traded specifics about some guys that they thought might satisfy each other and Nicole hinted about some truly amazing cocks that could do way more than just satisfy. She was just working Catherine up with the juicy details when two handsome guys came up to the table and said they could almost see smoke rising from the fire between them. The girls knew it was more like steam from their over heated cunts.
Their wet pussies had now taken control, so the chat was over while they turned their attention to the cocks at hand. Before pairing off for the night, they exchanged numbers so that sinful plots could continue.
