Hopes Dreams

This story depicts interracial sex, if this is not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise, I hope you enjoy it.

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The willowy blond was lying back wondering how she had gotten into her current state. The slim 23-year-old 5 6 blue-eyed blond was lying back on her bed wearing her slight white lacy bodice. Knelt over her chest was what could best be described as a black god. His torso rippled with his six-pack, amazing muscles on his pecks and arms demonstrated that he must work out, a lot. His amazingly thick cock, thicker than any she had tackled in her history, was making her stretch her mouth wider than she had ever had to do in the past; the first three inches glistened with her saliva as if to shame her by the poor job she was doing at pleasuring this magnificent cock. Her task was further hindered as she was being distracted; her black lover was leant back and with three fingers of his right hand shuttling in and out of her frothy pussy up to the second knuckle.

She was doing her best though, 'What is his name?' she wondered, not able to recall how they had met, how they had ended up back at hers and how they had ended up in bed. 'Was I drunk? Was I drugged?' she questioned while trying to do her best to take more in her mouth. The next thought frightened her, 'Was he going to insist on fucking her with this magnificent fuck stick? Would she be disappointed if she didn't?'

Hope set her mind on trying to please this beautiful man as much as she could. He had said nothing, just looked down at her as he held the back of her head imploring her to take more of him inside her mouth which she was determined to try as much as she could. Her pulse was running and her forehead beaded with perspiration and despite the sensations welling up inside her, it was how her pussy pulsed that was the shock for her. The longer her 'ordeal' went on the more she was looking forward to him taking her deeper and wider than she had ever before.

But then she woke up with a start and sat up in bed breathing heavily.

'It was just a dream' she thought with a pang of disappointment but then she realised just how much she had perspired and there was a very distinctive damp patch on the bedding below her crotch. The room seemed to be spinning but at least it answered her questions about how they had got here, it wasn't real, unfortunately. Hope lay back down struggling to fully catch her breath but ended up staring at the ceiling for the longest while. It shocked her just how much the dream had affected her. Sure, she regularly had dreams while in deep sleep but it was how ferociously this one in particular had really moved her in ways that she couldn't put into words. Her entire body seemed alive as her skin pimpled up in goosebumps at the same point as her nipples were erect and tender.

She willed herself to fall back to sleep; she needed to be up early tomorrow to get to the office where she worked. Over and over, she rolled around in the bed thinking of every mundane topic she could but all the while that amazing column of flesh came to the forefront of her mind again and again. She was stunned at how she liked being the subservient one, the complete opposite of how she was when she was awake. In a last-ditch attempt to nod off to sleep she started to play with her clit with her right hand while using her left on her nipples that refused to go down. That seemed to do the trick as it didn't take too much effort to tip her over the edge and she eventually drifted off to sleep, albeit images and muscular black men and thick cocks kept popping into her mind.

Many of her colleagues could see how distracted Hope was while drifting around the office. She would be standing in the kitchen area making a drink and she would be staring at a blank wall while images of large black cocks came into her mind's eye. Her boss had asked if she was sick and whether Hope needed to take some sick leave. On the commute back home, she was staring out of the window and images of naked black men were all she could see. She flopped on the bed once she got home and as she was so drained she found she had nodded off to sleep without even undressing and that's when it happened again.

This time around she was knelt over on the bed, dressed in the same white lace bodice. Her face was being pushed into the pillow while a large dick was sawing back and forth in her needy pussy, she was able to move her head to look behind her and saw the same rippled muscles of a black man. Once again, her pulse was racing and her pussy juiced up just as she roused round with a pang of disappointment that she had woken up too quickly. This time around though, instead of tossing and turning Hope's first impulse was to reach her fingers down to her enflamed clitoris and strum away at it while pulling on her nipple until she came just a couple of minutes in.

She got off the bed and went through the motions of her evening achieving nothing of note really. She was looking forward to going to bed at night as it allowed her to continue the dream. Tonight, she was pressed forward against a large glass window while her arms were held behind her and a sizeable dick was thrusting into her pussy from behind. The sensations shooting around her body were making her dream self almost faint but as she was building breath by breath to a crescendo and then...

... She woke up.

Hope found herself face down on the bed and as she rolled over onto her back, she realised just how much of a mess she had made of the bedding she had only replaced this morning. Her hair was matted with sweat and her legs quivered as she made her way slowly to the toilet. On her return she flopped back on the bed and started to replay her dream, within minutes she was back in the action and a strange kind of euphoria washed over her. This time around she was being fucked from behind again but she was now leaning over her balcony looking down at the street below, despite her making some unusual barking noises the people below just carried on with their day.

Hope was annoyed by the buzzing of her alarm; her dream had ended and she could've happily rolled over in an attempt to go back to sleep in order to immerse herself back in the dream but she knew she had to get up and get to work. Today's commute was a little different though, instead of being in a dreamy haze, her attention was in sharp focus. Each time her path crossed a black man, her eyes would linger across his physique and if she approved and he was of a suitable age her gaze would wander down to his crotch. On a couple of occasions, the subject of her scrutiny either nodded approvingly or smiled at her appraisal; she was a pretty girl so why wouldn't they, especially when they saw where her gaze drifted down to? The commute back in the evening was very similar to the morning, instead of collapsing on the bed Hope went straight for her laptop and started to browse the literotica.com site for interracial porn stories, some of the better ones led her to tugging her panties down so she could play with her pussy.

'That's it' she thought, I need to get out there and get laid, 'Tomorrow is Friday so I could go to a bar or club and see if maybe live interactions could fuel my dreams further.' Her plan was working well initially, Hope went to a bar she knew well and catered for a mixed clientele. She was sitting in the window and a couple of guys came over to hit on her but each was dispatched fairly quickly because they were all either white or Asian and Hope had other objectives.

Just as she was debating on whether to move to a different bar a tall black man made his way over and said, "I find it hard to believe a pretty lady like you doesn't have someone to talk to her."

Hope smiled up at his face and replied, "I don't" As his face showed his obvious disappointment she added, "anymore, you're here."

His smile spread wide at her humour prompting him to bow slightly "Good one. I'm Bruce, your glass is looking empty, can I begin by getting your glass refilled?"

"Thank you, Bruce, that's very kind of you, I'll have a whisky and my name is Hope" she replied. The two conversed for some time and Hope liked that she was his sole attention, despite him catching the eye of many women in the bar. Bruce was tall and handsome and he had let slip earlier in the conversation that he frequented a gym making him an almost perfect candidate for fulfilling her dreams. She eventually confessed, "I should state that I'm not the sort of girl who sleeps with men on the first date."

Bruce nodded and replied "Pleased to hear it. I too prefer to avoid one-night stands, especially with such lovely ladies like yourself." Hope went all coy as she looked down at her drink and he could tell there was something she wanted to say so he prompted "Look, if there is something in your background that's making you nervous you can tell me in complete confidence. I don't normally frequent this particular bar so if it's embarrassing you can take solace in the potential that we might not have met or probably won't in any other walk of life. Whatever you say will be taken to the grave. I'll be honest I like you, a lot, and there is so much more I want to find out about you but I'd prefer we were honest with each other. If you're looking for someone else, someone with a different colour skin, different personality or interests I can take it. I don't want to appear to be getting too heavy but as I said I like you and want to help, I honestly do."

Hope responded immediately "Oh no it's nothing like that, in fact, you are the exact skin colour" This prompted Bruce to smile again. "It's just... oh god, how do I say this without getting personal..."

"Look, I'm clean, I'm just out to find someone with whom I can enjoy spending some time in the long term and you seem to be it" Bruce countered hoping it would coax her out of her reverie.

"Oh god, I don't know how to form the words" Hope gushed.

Bruce looked around him and could see it might be intimidating so he decided on a different tack "Look how about we bug out of here; it's getting crowded anyway. The weather is pleasant, how do you fancy a nice stroll along the river? It's well lit and there are plenty of cameras to ensure I don't do anything untoward."

Hope nodded thoughtfully "Yes I'd like that but I don't think I need to worry about you doing anything untoward, you don't seem that kind of guy." Bruce bowed deeply at her confidence in him and ushered her out of the noisy bar; their table being snapped up the minute they could see Hope putting on her jacket. The two indeed had a pleasant stroll as Bruce decided to talk about his job and early years growing up.

"Do you mind if we branch off here? We're close to my place" Hope asked. Naturally, Bruce had no opposition as it gave him the chance to see where she lived in the hope that they would meet up again.

As they stood at the entrance to her apartment Bruce decided to ask, "I've enjoyed myself this evening, would you mind if we meet up again?"

Hope's face brightened that her hesitation earlier hadn't put him off or for that matter insisted on coming in "I appreciate you steering the conversation away from earlier and yes, I would very much like to meet up again. Hopefully next time I'll put my big girls' pants on and not bottle it again."

Bruce's expression mirrored hers at the news but after briefly kissing her cheek he stood back up straight and replied "I'll not pressure you. You'll know when the right time is but until then, here's my number. Ring whenever you have some time and I'll be there; I'm not that far from you as it turns out." The call was made the following morning which surprised Bruce although he was obviously pleased to receive the call and they made arrangements to meet that evening as weekday evenings proved a limiting factor for Hope. The destination this time was a nearby Italian restaurant which, while busy, wasn't overly noisy so they could have a private conversation without the fear of being overheard.

Bruce gazed at her across the table with a knowing look and she knew instantly why. Hope asked, "I suppose you want me to spill the beans?"

"I can't deny I'm intrigued but I said yesterday no pressure so keep it concealed as long as you want" Bruce replied with a smile.

Hope figured that the conversation wouldn't go any easier the longer she held out and so after a deep breath she said "There's nothing I hate more than a cliché but... I've been having these dreams..." she began and Bruce just raised an expectant eyebrow saying nothing so he didn't disturb her train of thought. "Well, they involve someone like you but the thing is... Oh god... how do I say this... someone black like you. You know what people say?" Bruce smiled; he knew exactly the reputation black men had. Hope looked up into his dark deep pool like eyes hoping he would be kind to her feelings "I'm wondering if you... you know."

They had been seated in a semi-circular booth, after tipping his head back to laugh Bruce moved around halfway and gestured for Hope to do the same. She was a little confused about what he planned but went along with it. "The good news is that not only are the rumours true, but you also picked the right person to satisfy your curiosity although I'm fascinated to hear more about the content of these dreams." He then discreetly reached for Hope's hand tucked it under the tablecloth and brought it to his crotch making her gasp in shock. He maintained his grip on her hand so that hers stayed in place as his crotch started to fill out as his dick extended under her delicate touch.

Hope gasped again as she brought her hand up to her mouth saying in wonderment "Oh my god, is that real?"

Bruce smirked as he replied "Ain't had any complaints yet. The question is does it measure up to your dream? There is similarly no pressure by the way."

"Yes, it's exactly what I was imagining" she replied aghast.

Even when Bruce inched his hand away, Hope kept her hand in place "Are you ready to say what happens in these dreams? Remember I'm curious but don't want to pressure you."

He could tell from her expression that he had perhaps pushed it too far as she winced and replied, "I'm not sure I'm ready yet."

She didn't however move her hand and so Bruce replied "Don't sweat it. I said last time that I'm actually looking for something longer term than just one roll in the bed and so I'll happily wait." Bruce moved back to his original position and Hope wasn't able to hide the disappointment in having to relinquish her hold on his crotch. Bruce could tell Hope was distracted, perhaps letting her grapple with his dick hadn't been a good thing. He certainly didn't want to put her off, if anything he had done it to ensure she remained on cue but not crowd her. He leant over the table to address the elephant in the room "Me doing that wasn't inappropriate, was it? I wouldn't want to put you off."

She took a while to reply but eventually said "I can't say I've ever experienced that before and it does feel like a threshold has been crossed but no you haven't put me off. What I will say is I appreciate your patience, it's not easy for me to open up but the longer I spend in your company, the more comfortable I am..." she paused as she debated whether to take the next step or not, 'This is the second time I've met him. He measures up and this is what you wanted clarified so what are you waiting for.'

She took a deep breath and then decided to take the plunge; it seemed a long babble without her taking a breath "I have this re-occurring dream. A well-built black man has me on the bed dominating me in some demeaning ways." She watched as Bruce's eyebrows rose in surprise and she quickly added "I want it understood that is not the real me, that was the dream." This time Bruce's expression settled as he nodded his understanding but he kept quiet so that she would continue. "I... I... was a little scared by my own reaction but... it had a powerful effect on me... I'd... I'd like... I'd like to try some of these things out..." then she delivered the killer blow "... with you."

Hope went quiet at this point and Bruce figured it was now his time to speak "I'm delighted obviously..." he reached over the table and took hold of her hand before continuing "... I'm thrilled if I'm being honest. I like you a lot but then I've already said that but don't feel like we have to rush this. Merely knowing that this is our end goal is enough for me."

Hope smiled at his reaction to her pronouncement but she looked sheepishly at their joined hands. The reality was that internally she was quacking "If it's okay with you, I'd rather not wait any longer though." She raised her gaze to meet his and was greeted with the broadest smile she'd ever seen from Bruce. He stood, threw some money on the table to cover their meal and pulled Hope up from where she sat. She started to giggle uncontrollably and Bruce had to help her out of the restaurant; once out on the street Bruce bundled her into his arms and leant down to kiss her. The willow blond reached up to wrap her arms around his neck and returned his deep lingering kiss; she felt safe wrapped in his arms.

The walk back to Hope's apartment went very quickly despite Bruce stopping them a couple of times to kiss his beautiful partner. The moment her door was closed Bruce whirled her around so she pressed her back against her door and he held her tightly, Hope looked shocked momentarily but her returned a broad smile as he said "You did say in your dream you were dominated? I'll happily play along with that but at any time I overstep the mark you just say so. Okay?" Hope nodded enthusiastically and stood on her tiptoes to press her lips on his. This was what she wanted, if anything it went further as he was letting her dictate her own treatment. Her gut feelings rarely let her down and the way this man treated her so kindly and gently whether in public or just the two of them was testimony to that.

Without breaking the kiss, she started to pull Bruce's shirt out of his trousers and bundled it up until she had to break the kiss to lift it over his head although they soon mashed lips together after it was discarded somewhere. Bruce then followed suit as he tugged at Hope's top until it was similarly discarded somewhere off to the side. It's fair to say that both were pleased with the result; for Hope, Bruce's muscular physique made her pulse race. For Bruce, Hope's delicate frame and white skin were also making his pulse race which in turn was extending his dick constricting his trousers further. He had never had a white lover before and was keen to ensure he didn't go too far too soon that would put her off. Hope broke the kiss to return her feet to the floor, kissing her way down the centre of his chest.

Bruce set about undoing Hope's skirt until it sat pooled around her feet; all she was left wearing was the flimsy white bodice; two white flowers covering her nipples. Bruce was keen to see her pink nipples and used his fingers to inch the flowers away slightly; he wasn't disappointed and was glad he had waited for the right white girl. Hope's nipples, while not large, were certainly prominent and about the size of a penny, they extended slightly as he worked his thumbs over both. "Oh god" was the gasped reply, they weren't fully naked yet and already Hope's pussy was leaking like a sieve.

Bruce undid his own trousers and frantically kicked his legs out, once free he bundled Hope into his arms as he asked, "Where is your bedroom?" As she pointed to a door on the right, he kissed her before announcing "Your dreams are about to become reality baby." Hope had her arms around his neck and felt very safe in his arms as she leant in for another kiss. Upon entering the bedroom Bruce gently laid Hope down on the bed and asked, "What was the first position in your dream?"