Perchance To Dream Pt. 3

Perchance To Dream Part 3

Co-written by: Mojavejoe420 and Melanieatplay © 2016


(Please read parts 1 & 2 as this is a continuation of the story! After a beautiful afternoon of lovemaking and some sodomy, Melanie has just revealed to our hero, me, that debonair and dapper gentlemen only twenty-some-odd years older than her, that she is sleeping with my daughter. And she told me this as I was cooking her dinner!)


“Sweet Dreams Are Made of This”


I took the tongs and carefully placed the chicken breasts back into the bubbling sauce. As I ladled the sauce over the chicken, Melanie seemed to think I went deaf.

“Did you hear me?” she asked.

“Yeah, I did. That’s awesome. She’s a lucky girl.”

I grabbed the cast iron pan with a hot pad and slid it into the oven. 375 degrees, if you recall.

“So, Melanie,” I began. (I called her ‘Melanie’, but her friends call her ‘Mel’. Did you see what I did there?) “Set the timer for 20 minutes, okay? In about ten minutes you should start steaming the veggies. Then pop in that 90 second Basmati Rice when you’re all set. Okay? Oh, and put some raw cilantro on top of the chicken as a garnish.”

I looked around for my car keys… ah, on the counter over there by the door. I made for them.

“You’re not leaving!” Mel cried out. “Can’t we talk about this?”

I dropped the keys in my pocket and sighed heavily. “I don’t even have any idea what to say.”

“Okay then… sit. And let me talk,” said Melanie, and pointed to a chair at the kitchen table.

Fine, I sat down. I mean, what the fuck, over.

“Go ahead”, I said, sighing.

Mel rubbed a couple fingers on her forehead, over her right eye, like she had a headache.

“Look,” she began. “A few months ago, I was… in a bad place… a very bad place. James had just dumped me, you read about that. But you didn’t read that Gianna moved out of town at the same time. I was so… lost, and devastated and… I was doing bad things, risky things… you just don’t even know.”

Mel struggled, biting her lip. She dropped her head and crossed her arms, remembering some bad shit, I guess.

“Okay hon,” I said, rising out of my chair. “I’m sorry. It’s okay, just tell me. I want to understand.” I held her close for a minute or so. She didn’t hold me back, but she did rest her head on me. Then I let her go and sat back down, “Go on, I’m not going anywhere.”

I watched as she took a deep breath. I could tell she was trying to collect her thoughts. She found her wine glass and took a swig. Not a sip.

“Alright,” Mel said as she wiped her eyes. “When James ended our relationship I went into a severe melancholy. Although I wasn’t medically diagnosed, from what I’ve read, I’m positive I was suffering from severe depression.”

She paused again.

“I didn’t hurt myself, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about it.”

Tears were again beginning to well up in her eyes, but I let her continue at her own pace, uninterrupted.

“I entered into a very destructive phase, hanging out in the clubs… partying, drinking, going home with a lot of… club girls. Looking back, it was very unhealthy.”

I watched as she looked down to floor while she almost unconsciously traced a finger along the rim of her wine glass.

“Then I met a young man who was about my age and we began a very toxic relationship that lasted a couple of months. In my state of mind, I wasn’t good for anyone. I felt lost, adrift, and alone.”

“I’m sorry, Mel,” I said sympathetically.

I wanted to say something more substantial, more meaningful, but I just couldn’t find the words.

She gave me a soft smile and continued.

“To make matters worse, my managing partner gave me the task of interviewing the summer interns, and it wasn’t going well. They just all seemed so young and eager and stupid… and I could barely concentrate on anything they said and was on the verge of tears the entire time.”

Mel drained her wine glass with one long gulp.

“And then, your daughter came in. I mean, of course, I was distracted by her looks. But, she looked at me like, like I was a person, not just the person with the job. I don’t know exactly what happened next, somehow she got me talking about myself, and the next thing I know she came around the desk and hugged me. And I completely broke down. Totally. And she just held me and soothed me, and then helped me with my makeup and got me presentable again. And that was our whole hour!”

“She does like to ‘fix’ people,” I said.

“Well, what you call ‘fix,’ I’d call ‘save,’ because that’s exactly what she did: She saved me.”

My face broke into a knowing smile as I began to comprehend the true nature of their relationship. It was quickly becoming obvious that this wasn’t just casual sex between co-workers, this was much more.

“So then, Alice got the job, I guess?”

“Yes, she did! And she pulled me out of my depression and out of my… stupid things I was doing. And then one night after work, she came here to my apartment for some drinks and we were hugging goodbye… and I kissed her.”

Mel looked visibly relaxed. She continued on. “And Alice didn’t pull away, so I kept kissing her. She wasn’t my first girl, of course, you read about that. But I was her first girl.”

“But,” I interrupted. “She had a boyfriend back then. Still does, or is there something I don’t know?”

“Yeah, she and Ryan are still going strong I guess…”

And she stopped talking. So, there are things left unsaid. And she didn’t seem to want to say them, so I had to ask.

“So now what? She knows what we did last night, yes?”

Mel nodded.

“And is she upset with you, or me?”

“Not really. She was pretty happy that I got her dad laid! Even if it was with me! But, she may think it was just a one-night thing. She was rather surprised that I invited her over tonight and said that you were here.”

“Alright then,” I sighed a big sigh and looked at my watch. “You and I have known each other all of about, 16 or 18 hours. And we haven’t done all that much except fuck.” Mel chuckled at that. “And the fucking has been unbelievable, trust me. Even now, part of me is figuring out how can I get you face down on this kitchen table… “

“That being said,” I continued. “I was counting on seeing you some more because I want to know what you’re like outside of the bedroom. I mean, I really… feel a lot for you. Obviously, there’s lots of lust in the mix, but I feel there’s a lot more than just that.”

Mel came and sat in my lap. “So do I, Jim!” And she kissed me, hard, as we embraced.

Then she rearranged herself and straddled me in the chair. Since she was sitting on top of my lap, her breasts were just about in my face. She bent down and kissed my eager mouth. Her free-range breasts dangled onto my neck and chest, we kissed more. And, rather surprisingly for everything he had been through last night and today, my cock responded in full. Thank you, Pfizer. She pulled back and looked at me, a definite twinkle in her eye.

“What’s going on down there? Huh? Still like me?”

I hiked up her t-shirt to expose her breasts. Glorious. That’s the only word. Full, big, soft, warm, somewhat pendulous, capped by lusciously responsive nipples. Hard nipples, at this point. Mel smashed them into my face. Beautiful. I nuzzled her and began getting lost in them.

Fortunately, my brain clicked in and reminded me that the timer was literally ticking! The food should be ready in about ten minutes, and my daughter was showing up God-knows-when. If I’m going to do something, it better be now.

“Get up honey,” I said. “This will only take a minute.”

Well, it’s just a saying, I hoped I would last longer than that!

I pushed her back and Mel got up off my lap. Standing up, raging with lust, I spun her around and pushed her towards the kitchen table, some kind of wood table, I don’t know. It looked expensive. Unceremoniously, I bent her over that table and grabbed those fucking yoga pants and yanked them down to just above her knees. Her naked rear-end beckoned me.

I dropped my pants and let the big guy breathe. I could actually feel a bit of an ache in my cock. I guess it was the muscles that cause ejaculation because they were tender and hadn’t worked this hard in years, or maybe ever! But I told them to quit whining and get to work, there’s a phenomenal woman here who wants our fucking!

“Are you ever dry?” I teased, as I felt her sex.

“Not since last night, no. I’ve been constantly wet.”

I believed her, she was wet enough right now.

With her legs held closed by her pants, it was going to be tight. I pulled her lips apart and pressed in with my cock. Mmmm, her hot juice coated my cock’s mushroom head. And she was so tight like this, beyond virgin tight. I pressed in deeper against her body’s natural resistance.

My hands gripped her hips, and I worked my cock back and forth, little by little until we overcame her vise-like pussy walls and got the head inside.

Melanie moaned out, “Oh God… yessss…”

As Mel lubricated me with her juices, her resistance withered somewhat and I worked my way in about halfway. But this was taking longer than I thought. Mel shuddered, shaking her head a little bit. Her ponytail flipped from one side of her head to the other.

Idea!

I relaxed my right hand’s grip on her hip and grabbed her ponytail and gave it a good tug. As Mel’s head snapped up and back a few inches, I slammed my cock into her pussy, up to the hilt.

“Oww! Fuck!” cried out Melanie. And in a few seconds that changed to “Fu-u-u-u-u-ck!” as I rammed my no fully-wet cock in and out of her burning hot pussy. Jesus, she felt so good. My cock forgot all about being sore as we fucked Mel good and hard. With each thrust, I tugged her hair to show her who was the boss.

I let go of her ponytail and watched as she flopped back on the table, her breasts crushing into the wooden surface. She then extended her arms and grabbed the edges. It was as if she was hanging on for dear life against the onslaught of my hard pounding. I pressed my right thumb against my cock and her pussy, getting it wet. I dropped in a load of spit on my thumb, then I rubbed it against her asshole. Slowly, I forced my thumb inside her to the knuckle. She groaned a bit but didn’t complain. I had, after all, just this very afternoon fucked her gorgeous ass relentlessly.

Amidst the powerful thrusting, I couldn’t help but reflect on the inconsistency between my actions and my feelings. Before yesterday, I had never treated a woman like this and I had the unmistakeable feeling that this just wasn’t me. Regardless of the inner turmoil I was feeling, I wanted to own her, possess her, have dominion over her. This wasn’t something I wanted. It was something I needed. Desperately.

It felt as if she was trying to get away from me, even though I know she wasn’t. I reached forward and grasped her ponytail and pulled her backward into my chest. I roughly kneaded her big breasts in my hands and I bent forward and gently bit her neck.

I heard her cry out when she felt my teeth against her sensitive skin and I felt her hand rest on my thigh.

“Please Jim, easy.” I heard her say in a voice barely above a whisper.

I remained motionless for several moments, feeling her body press against mine and we were both able to catch our breath.

Without warning, I thrust into her hard and heard her cry out. I remained deep inside of her for several seconds and then slowly inched myself back out. Just as I was about ready to slip out, I rammed it back inside of her in a sharp, stabbing, thrusting motion and I once again heard her yelp in what must have been a little pain.

I pierced her again, over and over; ensuring that there were several seconds between each hard thrust. I watched as her hand disappeared between her legs.

“Get your fingers away from your clit, Melanie. This time, you’re going to cum when I say you can cum.”

I watched, somewhat in awe, as she acquiesced to my command and solemnly put her hands back on the table. I knew that in this moment she would obey me, regardless of what I asked of her.

I thrust hard inside her again, and paused, “Call me Daddy, like you did last night.”

“Yes Sir, Daddy Sir”, she said in a near-whimper.

I withdrew and slammed my cock home again.

“Who loves you?”

“You do, Daddy.”

She said that with a smile, despite her discomfort.

Another slam thrust.

“Grab your tits, harder. Harder! Whose tits are those?”

As Mel pinched and squeezed her breasts, she moaned, “Your tits, Daddy. Oh my fucking God!”

I pressed her back down onto the table and I rammed inside her again, then spanked her right ass cheek hard.

“Do you like that? Huh?”

“Spank my ass, Daddy! Please! Spank it!”

Instead of pausing, I sped up the rhythm and shoved it deep into her about every second or so. As I pulled out, I spanked her again, each fucking time.

“Spank my ass more Daddy!”

I yanked on her hair, pulling her head back uncomfortably. I didn’t stop fucking her.

“Whose ass, Melanie?” I pulled her hair even harder.

“Your ass, Daddy! I’m sorry, OW! It’s your ass… do what, OW! Do what you want, Daddy.”

What I wanted, I thought, was to fuck her forever. Fuck her pussy, fuck her ass, fuck her mouth, fill her with my cum, cover her with my cum, make her mine…

But time was short, and I struggled to keep my orgasm at bay. As much as I was trying to delay It, I knew it was going to happen very soon!

I leaned over her and whispered in her ear as my cock kept pounding inside her, “I love you, Melanie, so much. I love you.”

And I exploded inside her tight and trembling walls.