Free The Ultimate Collection of Short Erotic Tales by Carl East

to hold our own contest, in an effort to
pick the three worthiest contestants. Tonight was to be the start
of that contest, so we lay in bed getting mentally prepared for
what we had to do.
     
    My people have always had the ability to
enter another’s dream, and to even interact within the dream. The
Dream Reaper would be monitoring all the dreams that night and
would choose the best ten the next day.
     
    I fell asleep knowing what I intended to do,
I had visited Paul’s world on a number of occasions, and found many
good candidates for being my soul mate. But I had settled on Paul,
and did not regret it, but as I said there were others I could have
chosen. I went to one of them, first checking to make sure he was
asleep, when I found he was, I placed a hypnotic suggestion into
his mind, which made him believe that he was safe and sound, and
that no one would bother him. I entered his dream.
     
    He was dreaming of something called money I
quickly realized it was to do with greed. Then I made him aware of
my presence; I wore a really short skirt that was just below the
line of my bottom. I didn’t have any panties on, so when I bent
over to pick a flower, he got an eyeful. My top was as tight as I
could get it with a cleavage that was clearly visible. I walked
past him, noting that he hadn’t taken his eyes off me the whole
time. Being small, but well put together I elicited certain
reactions from the people I did this too. They would usually try to
talk to me, or they would just ogle, this one ogled.
     
    I decided to change the scene, wanting more
scope for my imagination, so in the blink of an eye, we were in a
library. He was looking for the books on a certain shelf, while I
climbed a ladder that was next to him, reaching for a higher shelf,
but not in the least bit interested in books. I still wore the same
clothes, and caught him looking up; I heard his book fall to the
floor. I squealed softly, getting a response from him.
     
    ”Are you alright?” he said.
     
    ”I’ve climbed up here, but am afraid of
coming down,” I lied.
     
    ”Here, let me help,” he said, reaching for my
butt.
     
    I backed down slowly, knowing full well that
he could see my pussy, and then I felt his warm hands gently touch
the cheeks on either side. It was, the slowest descent in history,
as his hands pushed my skirt up slightly. By the time my ass was
near his face, he was mesmerized. Then I felt his tongue on my
pussy; I grabbed the ladder, allowing him to pleasure me.
     
    He started unzipping the skirt and allowing
it to fall to the floor, and then using both hands he gently pulled
my pussy lips apart, and started to lick and suck in earnest. My
grip on the ladder was very tight, as he found my clitoris with his
tongue, pushing it back and forth, sending delightful little
shivers through my body. Then he inserted a finger at the same
time, making me squeal once more, only this time with pleasure. I
started to cum, concentrating on not waking up and spoiling the
event. With my orgasm producing the love juices that were now being
lapped up by my dream partner.
     
    He stopped there, helping me all the way
down, and then started to kiss me, while placing his hand up my
top. I couldn’t wait I allowed the top to disappear, revealing a
large bust, which he started to fondle, whilst still kissing me as
he unzipped his trousers. I put my hands down to help him off with
his pants, and then got down onto my knees to take his cock into my
mouth. He moaned out loud, which told me that he was enjoying this,
I was taking it all down my throat, which in real life I couldn’t
do. I think I was a little too good, for he started to cum, making
me swallow before I was ready, but I managed to take it all.
     
    Then he picked me up, and asked me to stand
on the first rung of the ladder, which I did. He then guided his
cock into my wet pussy, and started to pound away, I was thrusting
my butt out, feeling every single inch that passed my lips. He