The Dream Maer

This is the first story in a projected series called - Because Magic!

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Chapter One

"The Dream Maker by

Ultimate Enchantment Adult Toys

Created by our special erotic wizards to make all your dreams come true!"

As Evan Muster read the online promo for the adult toy he got very excited. In the ad there were photos of penises of all shapes and colors, with the bodies seemingly airbrushed out, shooting tons of spunk all over a kneeling young white woman. Her eyes were closed in orgasmic delight while she received her bukkake bath.

Evan had found the website from a random search on the internet and it was the first site on the list. 'Eureka!' he said to himself. 'A lifelike, vibrating dildo that can shoot cum! This is perfect!' he thought. Without further ado he impulsively entered his credit card info and ordered the most expensive model, plus a bottle of the special lubricant made for the toy.

It arrived the next day in a generic looking box covered by simple brown, grocery bag paper. Evan excitedly tore the package open. First, he pulled out the charging station and set it aside. Then he got even more excited as he checked out the bottle of lube, noting what a good job they had done making the mixture look like actual semen. Finally, he pulled off the bubble-wrap which covered the dildo itself and sighed in disappointment.

What he found looked nothing like the pictures in the ad. Instead, he found a very basic, generic-looking, beige colored piece of latex, about six inches long, and of average thickness. Evan didn't know what he had been expecting but it wasn't this. 'Those brochure pictures were always more impressive than the real thing,' he thought. Kind of like the toy soldiers he used to own as a kid that never quite matched the images on the TV commercials. The only thing impressive about it were the size of the testicles at its base, which he assumed were like that in order to allow adequate room for the lubricant.

Evan took a deep breath and continued on, fishing the directions out of the box, determined to not let this minor setback dissuade him. 'Oh well...' he said to himself. This should still be good enough to carry out His Plan!

Evan Muster was not some nice guy, looking to simply enhance his lovemaking sessions with his wife. No, Evan Muster was a "total douchebag"!

With every advantage in life - money, education, a beautiful wife - he never appreciated how lucky he was. At 26 years old, he was already rising up the corporate ladder, as long as he was willing to travel on business trips at a moment's notice. Evan didn't mind the extra work, though. In fact, he loved it.

That was, until he met Nichole, whom everyone called Nikki, and for a brief period of time in his adult life, he thought of something besides work. With red hair, long legs and an athletic build, the 22 year old was everything Evan could want in a wife, and they quickly married and moved into a huge house.

Like many newlyweds, they seemed to fuck every chance they could but within a few months, Evan's sex drive mysteriously tapered off. Evan blamed it on his work, but actually, the problem was Monica, his new assistant - a 20 year old brunette who was secretly fucking him in ways that, in Evan's opinion, conservative "Miss Goody Two Shoes" Nikki could never imagine.

As a result, Nikki's "job" now consisted of decorating a home and working out in their home gym to keep her "killer" body in shape. Not an unpleasant life, by any stretch of the imagination but not what she had always hoped for. Before dropping out of college to marry Evan, she had dreams of helping others - possibly, becoming a Nurse. Now, she found herself stuck in an oversized house with a husband who was away more often than not - a bored "trophy wife".

With nothing to devote her strong, natural nurturing tendencies to, she decided she'd like to have a child. In fact, she had already recently gone off the Pill and had just begun timing her cycle, hoping to corner Evan at exactly the right moment to get her pregnant. Unfortunately, for reasons that were unknown to Nikki, Evan seemed to be reluctant to have sex with her lately. Whenever she came on to him, he always claimed to be tired and stressed out. And the more she pressed him, the more he seemed to pull away. The more he pulled away, the more frustrated she became.

Evan knew what she wanted. He just didn't want to give it to her. Still, he wasn't thinking about getting a divorce just yet. All he wanted was to figure out a plan as to how he could have his cake and eat it too - to keep his mistress happy, while still placating his wife.

So, Evan did some online shopping and came up with a solution to keep Nikki out of his hair, at least temporarily. What he came up with was, "The Dream Maker!" which he decided to present to her one day just before he was about to go out of town on a business trip.

When Nikki opened the box, she was puzzled, not knowing what to make of it. "What the hell is this?" she asked, her anger rising in her chest.

"It's a dildo - and also a vibrator - the best they make!" he announced proudly. "Here, check it out." He pushed the shaft of it into her hand. Nikki held it like it was a disgusting rodent that she wanted nothing to do with. Then, Evan flipped a switch on the underside and it began to vibrate in her hand. Nikki froze in shock.

"Why Evan Why? I mean, what is this for? You're not gonna try to use this on me, are you?" she asked, totally flummoxed. She fussed with it for a moment, angling it away from her face while trying unsuccessfully to find the power button.

"Um, not exactly. I figured this would help keep you company, you know, for when I'm out on the road," Evan offered.

"Seriously, Hon, I am Not gonna use this. Send it back!" Nikki countered. She stiffened, trying to remain calm yet firm. Her eyes sought out the box, hoping to return the toy to it's packaging.

"Wait! What's the big deal?" Evan pressed. "You've used a vibrator before!"

"That was only One time - and only after you got me totally drunk and pestered me until I gave in. And the only reason I had one in the first place was because Debbie gave All of us one in our gift bags at her bachelorette party, as a joke! And, besides, that thing was tiny compared to this one! This thing is like - HUGE!" Despite that, she continued to clutch it tightly.

"It's not really any bigger than I am," he countered.

Nikki's eyes dropped down again to glance at the dildo. She shook her head, confused for a second, after seeing he was correct. It wasn't quite as large as she first thought.

"Plus, I haven't even shown you the best part yet," he proudly stated, while grasping her other hand in order to wrap it around the shaft of it as well. "Watch this!..."

Evan pressed a button hidden on the underside of the over-sized balls and a rope of liquid that looked a lot like semen suddenly shot out of it. It pulsed about four or five times in her hand, the first shot landing at least three feet in front of her."

At that moment, Nikki squealed in surprise, nearly dropping the dildo as it squirted like a firehose. Then she broke out in nervous laughter, and was soon joined by Evan, as she regained control of it, pointing the dripping dildo away from her body.

"See what I mean," Evan came around to her side and pointed to the underside of the dildo. "It has a reservoir down here where you can put whatever you want in there."

Nikki tilted her head in wonder.

Evan continued, "See, we just used some of this stuff. It's a silicone lubricant that's made for it, that looks just like cum." Evan held up the bottle and took the dildo from her. He handed her the brochure while he quickly refilled the reservoir and placed it back on the table.

Still stunned, Nikki gawked at the brochure. Bewildered by the pictures of so many kinds of penises, her mouth hung open as her eyes quickly darted back and forth between the photos and the dildo on the table. She nodded without truly understanding.

"But, here's the best part," he went on. "Let's say I have to run out-of-town, you know, last minute... like last week - when my boss called me at six in the morning AND..." he paused for effect, "it just happens to be that time of the month for you - you know, when you're the most fertile." Evan could see he had her attention now. "I could just rub one out, fill this puppy up, and leave it on the counter for you to use later! Whadya think?!"

Nikki continued to eye it suspiciously but, now that he had extolled the virtues of it, particularly the part about how it could help her get pregnant, her face began to soften a bit. "Gee, I don't know, Ev. It looks awfully big." It wasn't really that big but her earliest objection was all she felt she had left.

Like one of his sales clients, Evan knew he was on the brink of getting her to say Yes and went in for 'the Close'. "Well, I'll tell you what. After you finish your morning workout today, why don't you pour yourself a nice glass of wine and just give it a try?! It couldn't hurt to try it out, you know, just for long enough to see if it fits, right?! I bet you'll probably get used to it with no problem, though. But, if it's too big, I guess we can always order you another one. I mean, they have them in all different sizes.. oh, and different colors, too. Look...!" He pointed again to the images on the brochure of the different colored penises shooting cum on the girl.

Nikki stared at the picture, her head trembling in confusion. "Wait a minute," she thought, "wasn't the girl in the picture before a brunette? Huh?" This girl was clearly a redhead - one who bore a striking resemblance to... well, her! Nah, she must've imagined it, she shook it off.

"Like I said, since it's about the same size as me, you should be able to handle this one easily," pressed Evan.

"Well, I don't know..." Nikki said, her eyes returning to the dildo. Somehow, it appeared to have gotten even smaller and far less intimidating. In fact, it did seem to look quite a bit like Evan's "cute" five-and-a-half inch-er, after all. At this point, she wondered if Evan was right - maybe she Was overreacting?!

As she continued to stare at it, she felt her resistance weakening. Besides, she knew how pushy Evan could get when he wanted something, and she could plainly see he wasn't about to take No for an answer.

Evan could see she was about to cave. He knew "that look"! So, Evan gave her his best puppy dog eyes and said, one more time for emphasis, "Come on, just give it a try... for me?"

Nikki didn't want to appear to be giving in yet, though, so she gave him an annoyed look and said, "I'll think about it!" as she set it down on the kitchen table.

"OK, you think about it," he said, smirking confidently. He kissed her cheek as she began to wash the slippery lubricant off of her hands in the kitchen sink. "Meanwhile, I gotta run," he said while grabbing his bags and heading for the door. Before exiting he called out to her one last time, "Just give it a try. You might even like it!" He winked back at her.

Drying her hands with a paper towel, she repeated, with even less conviction, "I told you, I'd THINK about it!"

"OK, you do that," he smiled to himself as he closed the door behind him.

Chapter Two

Nikki was left standing there, uncomfortable to be in the same room with that... that Thing. It was all too much for her brain to process. So much was being dumped on her at once that, instead of dealing with it, she rushed out of the kitchen to head for her workout gym. Quickly, she got on her treadmill for her daily run, determined to block out all thoughts of the dildo sitting in her kitchen for the time being. She seemed to run harder and faster than her usual pace this morning, though, driven by a general sense of anxiety. Before she was halfway through her exercises, she decided she was too nervous to go on and cut her workout short. As was her routine, she quickly stripped out of her sweaty clothes, dropped them into a hamper, put on a white terricloth robe, and headed for the shower. She realized she'd have to pass through the kitchen on her way to her bedroom bathroom. Still not quite ready to deal with the sex toy just yet, she entered the kitchen, holding up her hand to partially shield her eyes from it. 'Yes, I know you're there but this is My kitchen and you're not gonna keep me out,' she said aloud to the sex toy.

As if to prove a point, she side-stepped over to the refrigerator and took out a cold bottle of water. Then, spinning around on the balls of her feet, she took a giant sip, while leaning her left shoulder against the closed refrigerator door. "Brain Freeze!" she gasped out loud while stumbling to wipe up the excess water that had run down the side of her mouth on the sleeve of her robe. As she did, her gaze was drawn to the dreaded penis.

Maintaining a safe distance, she cocked her head to the side and began to study it. Somehow, it didn't seem as threatening to her now. In fact, she nearly laughed at how ridiculous it looked. She wondered why she had been so afraid of it. "How could anyone be scared of that?" she thought. "I mean, sitting there

on the table, all by itself, it almost looks... well, lonesome?"

At that moment, her eyes glazed over and a fantasy flashed through her brain of a parade of about a dozen such disembodied penises, except that each one now had a cartoon-like little smiley face on it. They each travelled around her in an elliptical path, with regular pauses so that each one could stop to smile and stare at her nearly naked body.

The silly image made her chuckle, breaking the tension in the room for a moment. Her laughter also caused her to snap out of her daydream.

"Alright, I guess we can't leave you in the kitchen all day. Time to move you." Still stalling, she took another sip of her water, smaller in volume and at a more careful speed, while still never taking her eyes off the fake penis. Then she smacked her lips, took a deep breath and tried to summon up the courage to approach it. She took one step forward... AND immediately chickened out, making a swift about-face. As her anxiety returned, she thought, "I'm gonna need some more courage first!"

Nikki would usually never drink this early in the day but the situation seemed to cry out for extraordinary measures. She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a fresh bottle of white wine. She grabbed a wine opener out of the counter drawer and shakily fumbled with it, trying to open the bottle. After a bit of a struggle, she finally got it open. Next, she searched the cabinet above her for the correct wine glass. 'I'm gonna need The Big One for this' she said to herself, drawing down her largest crystal glass.

Standing with her back to the table, she gave herself a small pour and took a sip to make sure the wine tasted alright. She was so nervous, though, she hardly noticed, one way or the other, and instead, found herself gulping down the rest of the glass like it was water. Immediately, she backed it up with another absolutely huge pour and nervously guzzled most of that down, too.

Determined to face her fear, she quickly refilled the glass, took one more quick swig, and glass in hand, walked towards the kitchen table, hoping that she was now ready.

She approached it with caution, as if the penis might jump off of the table and attack if she were to suddenly make a false move. She placed her wine glass at arm's length on the table, and slid the giant bottle of fake cum aside, so that she could gaze solely upon the strange object. Then, she placed both elbows up on the edge of the table and leaned in for a closer look.

Suddenly, her fears melted away and she even felt a bit foolish. Obviously, this thing posed no threat to her. She wondered if maybe she had been overreacting earlier. Surely, her husband had been an asshole for springing it on her the way he did - startling her by making it shoot that stuff in the air like a loaded firearm in her hand. Of course she was shocked by it! Who wouldn't be spooked after what he did, she reasoned.

But, now that she was alone with it, she realized that her new house guest, however uninvited, was not going to bite her. In fact, it felt more like she was in the presence of a gentle, helpless baby animal - like a kitten or a puppy - not the scary, malevolent creature she had initially made it out to be.

Curiosity got the best of her and, the next thing she knew, she was giving it a timid poke with the tip of her index finger. As her fingernail brushed over it, she could swear she heard a faint giggle - something reminiscent of the Pillsbury Dough Boy. Distracted, she spun her head around to see where the sound might have come from. When she found no one there, she paused and took a deep breath. "You're losing your mind, girl," she said to herself. She needed to calm down some more, so she grabbed her glass again in order to take another strong sip of wine, this time emptying it.

When her breathing calmed down enough, she reached out and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around the soft, yet firm shaft and brought it in front of her face. Then, engaging her left hand to support the base, her right hand travelled up to encircle the head. She gave it a tentative squeeze and found it a bit squishy yet firm, and not as cold as she had anticipated, actually quite warm - just like a "real dick", she thought.

In fact, up close to her face she found herself even more impressed by its detail than before. She tilted it this way and that, and thought, 'They certainly put a lot of work into making this thing look real. And Evan was right - it does look a lot like his.' Then she chuckled and added, 'Not that I'm such an expert...' In fact, she paused to reflect that Evan's dick was the only one she had ever really studied intimately. Satisfied that it was harmless, she spoke to it in a familiar tone, "OK, let's get you out of here. I need a shower!"

Nikki grabbed the dildo around the shaft and, holding it away from her body like a soiled baby being brought to a bath, she marched it into the bedroom, and placed it on her nightstand. She quickly turned her back and headed for the bathroom, shucking off her robe as she walked.

Before stepping through the door, she paused to glance over her shoulder at the cock, just sitting there on the night table by itself, and felt as if it was staring at her naked form. "What?!" she shouted defensively, as if it were a puppy dog trying to guilt her with its eyes for leaving him there all alone.

Chapter Three

Nikki got into the shower a bit unsteadily, as the alcohol level in her bloodstream continued to rise. As she rotated around the shower door, she caught her reflection briefly in the mirror. Unhappy with what she saw, she quickly averted her gaze. Her butt was too large and her breasts too small, she felt. In fact, Nikki's body was strong and athletic, with wide hips and a flat stomach from her daily workouts, but she was never satisfied with herself, and no one could ever convince her otherwise.

As she soaped up her upper body, a bit of anger welled up inside as she replayed the day's events again in her mind. She was annoyed that Evan would dump all of this stress on her. In her most bitter, sarcastic tone she mimicked Evan's voice, "Sorry Babe. Gotta run! Sorry I didn't have time to give you a baby but I DID get you a fake dick for you to practice with. Take good care of it. It cost a fortune. It does everything but make coffee!" She paused, then added to no one in particular, "He'll see, after I send it back! Hah!"

As she closed her eyes to shampoo her hair, her grumbles diminished and much of her anger eventually washed away with the warm water. As she pulled the suds through her hair, her thoughts strayed, once again, to that damned dildo that was waiting for her in the next room. Had she really heard it giggle? she wondered. Once again, the fantasy returned.