Sarah laid in the dark, her mind refusing to settle. Sleep had been eluding her for days despite her best efforts. Her apartment was quiet and dark except for the soft glow of her clock, taunting her with its display. She thought back to the meditation her friend suggested. Anything was better than just laying here.
She brought her breathing under control, focusing on long, slow breaths. Her body grew heavy as she imagined a tide of sleep washing over her like gentle waves. She pushed the stress of the day out with each breath. Her mind felt lighter even as her body refused to move any more. Eyes closed, she seemed to drift higher out of bed, losing her connection to herself. She opened her eyes and nearly screamed. Her body was laying on her bed, breath deep and steady, completely asleep.
"I must be dreaming." She thought to herself. Might as well see where this dream world would lead. It took a few moments of trial and error to learn how to move while floating, but soon she was drifting through her apartment. She reached her front door and was shocked when her hand passed through the knob with no resistance. With a breath, she slowly willed herself through the door completely, emerging into the softly lit hallway of the apartment building.
Sarah made her way down the hall towards her friend's apartment. As she floated through her friend's door, she took a moment to appreciate how detailed this dream world was. Every detail was perfect, down to the empty drink bottles from their movie night earlier. A glow poured out from the edges of the bedroom door. She entered Jessie's bedroom to find her asleep. The light was coming from a bubble floating above her head. Sarah approached cautiously until she could make out detail. Like a screen, an image played on the bubble.
Sarah was looking at the inside of an office building, more specifically an executive's private office. The man sitting behind the desk was older but handsome, Gray starting to pepper his neatly trimmed beard. His suit was well fit, accentuating his body. As she watched, Jessie walked into the room. She was dressed in an approximation of business casual. Her skirt was short, ending just below her ass. Her shirt was unbuttoned at the top, giving a peak at her ample cleavage.
She walked in and locked the door behind her, the blinds already drawn. Jessie sauntered over behind his desk and dropped to her knees. Sarah was shocked as the scene began to play out in front of her like a cheap porno. She leaned forward to get a better look as her friend fished her boss's dick out of his suit pants. She took the tip into her mouth and began to suck gently. Sarah gasped and found herself reaching towards the glowing screen. As her fingertips made contact with the bubble, there was a quick sensation of falling.
When her eyes opened, Sarah found herself on her knees. She had taken Jessie's place and was knelt on the office floor, a stranger's dick in her mouth. She paused, confused, before a wave of foreign thoughts and feelings crashed over her. She was a toy for her boss, a deal made to guarantee her promotion. The thought sent a thrill between her legs. Sarah could tell these desires weren't her own, but they were slowly overpowering her own will. Vaguely, she realized she was living her friend's fantasy.
As she slid her lips further down his dick, the last of her will faded and the personality of the character settled over her completely. She began her work in earnest, pussy wet at the thrill of trading her body for success. Her hand drifted down and pulled her skirt up. Of course she wasn't wearing panties, that was part of the deal. She slowly rubbed her soaked pussy as she took him completely in her mouth. She bobbed slowly on his dick, tongue swirling around the head as she pulled back.
His hand settled on her head and held her tight as she bottomed out on his dick. "Good girl, take it all." He groaned. Her pussy throbbed as she was forced to keep his dick buried in her throat. He held her there for a few seconds until she started to gag slightly, her vision fading at the edges. When he loosened his grip she pulled back, gasping for air, her mascara running in streaks down her face. She needed more of that feeling.
She dove back down, fingers furiously rubbing her clit as his dick stuffed her throat. After a few minutes of deepthroating him he gripped her hair tight with both hands. He pulled her down until her nose was pressed against his crotch. She gagged as his cock throbbed down her throat. The pulsing matched the throbbing in her pussy as she pushed herself over the edge.
