Dean used to have dreams as a kid. They never made any sense, and he could never remember them once he woke up, but he always remembered the same thing every time. The word ‘Karmina’. He’d looked the word up in the dictionary, but it wasn’t there. He’d looked it up on the internet, but nothing came up that meant anything. So he just put it out of his mind, and never spoke about it to anyone. It was a pity really, because if he had talked about it, his life would have been very different indeed.

The first time he even actually spoke the word was just after his 23rd birthday, and he was on his way back home from a holiday in Australia. He checked into the cheap hotel close to the airport, dropping his bag on the floor and holding the door open for the woman following him. All flights out of Sydney that day were cancelled due to some volcanic cloud of ash that was too much of a risk for pilots, and so everyone’s flights were delayed until further notice. That could have been days, according to everyone Dean had asked, and so everyone who had booked a flight that day was offered free accommodation at nearby hotels. Unfortunately there were so many people there that day, and not enough hotel rooms available, so that meant there were a lot of people that were desperate for a place to stay. Fiona was one such person.

The two of them had met after the news had been broken over the airport’s p.a. system. Dean had been given a room just down the road, but Fiona had gotten there too late, and there were no rooms left. A lot of people had been asking around to find out if anyone was willing to share, and Fiona had asked Dean. So the two of them were stuck sharing the cheap single room while they waited for who-knows how long for the airport to be given the all-clear.

Fiona was nice, cheerful, and very grateful to Dean for letting her share with him. She was so amused to hear his American accent, since she was from somewhere further south, where there weren’t many tourists. Dean had admitted that he liked her accent too, that it was cute. So the two of them started talking as the bus took them past the hotel, and were laughing at each other’s jokes and stories. Dean couldn’t help but check out her body when she wasn’t looking. She was only just shorter than him by at least two inches, and her long curly black hair flowed down her back like a rippling waterfall. She was wearing a low cut top as well, showing him a peek of cleavage, as well as the massive swell of her D-cup breasts. She had a nice curvy body too, not fat or anything, but she was cuddly in all the right places, even though she had a flat stomach.

He was still checking out her large, firm ass cheeks as he held the door open for her. There were only two rooms. One served as a bed/living room, and there was the bathroom with a shower, sink, and toilet, along with a small set of shelves for the first aid kit. The bed was only big enough for one person to sleep comfortably. Dean’s cock twitched at the thought of sharing a bed with this woman he’d just met.

“Is it alright if I take the bed?” Fiona asked, already sitting down and taking off her jacket. Dean’s heart sank. She wasn’t interested. Not to be beaten so easily, he gave it a try anyway.

“Well, we could always share. I don’t want to have to sleep on the floor.” he said with a grin. She frowned for a moment and then laughed nervously.

“Uh . . . I don’t think so. It isn’t that kind of arrangement, ok?”

Oh well, he thought. That would’ve been fun.

That night, as Dean lay on the floor uncomfortably in his sleeping bag, he eventually drifted off to sleep, and had a dream. It seemed so familiar, and it all seemed so real to him, even though he knew it was a dream the whole time. He saw snatches of images, people he remembered seeing throughout his life. Most of all he could see all the women he’d met. Most clear of all were the ones he’d liked or fantasized over. They were walking, or sitting, or laying down asleep, each one coming into focus before his eyes one by one. Each time they did, he heard a whispered voice say ‘Karmina’, and suddenly they’d change. They’d stand where they were, eyes open and completely still, like a doll that had stopped moving, and they’d do whatever he wanted them to do. One by one they came into focus, the voice would call out ‘Karmina’, and then they’d switch off and listen to his commands. Over and over it happened, one woman after the other. He made them take off all their clothes and dance for him. He made them take off his pants and suck his long, hard cock. He told them to turn around on all fours or on their back and let him fuck them, which they did willingly, and happily. They enjoyed what was being done to them, they liked being told what to do. In his dream he fucked every girl that he could remember, ever girl he’d ever liked, and told them that he was the best they’d ever had, and they screamed his name as they came on his thrusting dick.

Dean woke up suddenly and sat up straight. He was covered with sweat, and his erection was making a tent in the sleeping bag. This time he didn’t forget the dream at all, he remembered everything exactly. He could swear that he could still hear the voice whispering in his ear, the same word over and over and over. ‘Karmina’. He heard a gentle snore interrupt his thoughts, and he looked over to the bed to see Fiona with her back to him, asleep. Without really thinking about what he was doing, he got up and slipped out of his sleeping bag. He stepped over to the bed, and knelt down on the sheets next to her. Without bothering being careful he lifted the covers off of her, and marveled at what he saw. She was sleeping in just her panties and a large cotton shirt. It was a cold night, and her nipples were poking into the soft fabric in the sudden chill. The shape of her breasts were clearly outlined under the taut material as she lay with it bunched up under her. Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw him looking down at her with a large tent in his boxers. She screamed and lashed out with her foot, catching him in the stomach. The wind was knocked out of him as she scrambled out of bed, snatched up her clothes and ran for the door.

“Karmina.” Dean said hoarsely, still doubled over after she kicked him, and all at once she froze in place. She was in mid-stride, halfway to the door, when she just stopped and stood there, completely still. Dean watched her, not quite sure what was happening. Eventually the dull pain in his stomach faded and he could stand up straight. Cautiously he walked over to her, and stood in front of her. Her eyes were open, and blank, staring right through him.

“Fiona?” he asked, feeling his heart beating a mile a minute. He was terrified and exhilarated at the same time. He could barely bring himself to hope that his dreams were coming true. She didn’t respond in any way.

“Fiona, can you hear me?”

“Yes.” she said, in a dull and faraway voice. Dean decided to find out if what was happening was what he thought. Her breasts were rising and falling with her breathing, and he was staring at them as he spoke.

“Fiona, you feel safe and secure with me. In no way do you feel frightened or threatened by me. In fact you like me very much, and want to be my friend.”

She repeated his instructions exactly, almost word for word, except saying ‘I’ instead of ‘you’ and so on. When she made no move afterwards, he took a deep breath and spoke again.

“Wake up now.”

It was like flipping a switch. One moment she was completely still and staring at nothing, and the next she blinked and almost ran into him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry Dean. I don’t know what came over me. For a minute I was really scared.” she said, and dropped her clothes where she stood in front of him. She walked back to the bed and sat down, breathing hard as though there had been no pause in her running.

“How do you feel now?” he asked carefully.

“Fine now. It must have been a nightmare or something.” she said with a smile. “It’s good that you’re here, Dean. I feel safe with you here.”

“Really?” said Dean, and he sat down next to her, examining her face for any sign of deceit.

“Yea, really. In fact I think I could go back to bed now. Normally I can’t sleep all night after a nightmare, but I actually feel completely fine now.”

She turned to crawl back into bed, but Dean stopped her by putting a hand on her shoulder. She turned to look at him, thinking that he wanted to say something to her. She smiled warmly, and Dean’s cock stirred again at the thought that came to him.

“Karmina.” he said, and once again there was the change. All expression left her face, and she turned to face forward, eyes staring at nothing.

“Fiona, can you hear me?” he asked her once more.

“Yes.” she said dreamily.

“Do you like me?”


“Do you think I’m attractive?”


“Do you want to have sex with me?”

“No.” she said, and Dean frowned.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to have sex with people I’ve just met.” she said, still in her dreamy, faraway voice.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to be a slut.”

“Fiona, you are a slut.” he said, hoping against hope.

“I am a slut.”

“Do you want to have sex with me?”


Dean’s dick was completely erect again, and he gripped it through his boxers, sending tingles of pleasure rip through him.

“Why?” he asked her.

“Because I am a slut.”

Dean couldn’t stop smiling, and quickly thought up a plan that would fulfill some of his favorite fantasies.

“Fiona, whenever you hear me say the word ‘bitch’, you will become aroused, and you will like it when I say that you are a bitch.”

His instructions were repeated back to him perfectly, and his dick throbbed under his hand.

“Each time you hear me say the word ‘bitch’ you will become more and more aroused, but you won’t be able to find release no matter what. When you hear me say the word ‘slut’, you will have the most powerful, earth shattering orgasm you’ve ever experienced, and you will feel very relaxed afterwards, and any arousal you felt before will go away.”

She repeated his instructions to him, and he almost came right then and there at the thought of what was to come.

“Do you like taking it in the ass, Fiona?” he asked.


“Why not?”

“Because it hurts.”

“Have you tried it before?”


“Fiona, from now on, anal sex feels just as good to you as vaginal sex. Anything I tell you to do using the words ‘do you think’ you will want to do immediately, and you will enjoy doing it.”

Once she repeated the words back to him, he told her to wake up, and she blinked, back to normal and completely unaware of what had happened. She looked at him and grinned.

“Thank you again for letting me share your room.” she said, and then began to crawl into bed.

“Where are you going bitch?” Dean said, and she stopped where she was and gasped.

“I was just going to go back to sleep.”

“You can’t do that until you thank me properly, bitch.”

Dean saw the change in her immediately. She was sitting in the middle of the bed, facing him, and rubbing her legs together. Her eyes shone at him in the street lamps from outside, peeking over the wave of curly hair draped over her shoulder.

“And how could I do that, baby?” she asked him.

“Do you think you could take off your clothes?”

She stripped out of her shirt without any hesitation, finally revealing her larger full breasts to him. He reached out to touch them, and she moaned as his large hands squeezed them and pinched her nipples. As he was fondling her tits, she hooked a thumb under the waist of her panties, and slid them down her legs, and letting them drop off her foot onto the floor. He could smell the hot musk of her pussy, and he knew she was very wet.

“You like it when I touch your tits don’t you bitch?”

He felt a tremor run through her body as he said he magic word, and she moaned louder, grinding her legs together even more. He ran a hand up and down her thighs, and looking directly into his eyes, spread her legs as wide as she could. He was thrilled to see that she was completely shaven. He loved a bald pussy, and he saw that she was indeed very wet. Wasting no time, he lay down in front of her, and started lapping up her juices around her wet cunt, and then he used his fingers to part her juicy and swollen pussy lips to slip his tongue inside her warm, tight hole.

With a loud moan she wrapped her legs around his face, and put her hands on the back of his head. He swirled his tongue around, breathing heavily through his mouth. Her clit was poking out from under its hood and was rubbing against his nose. He wrapped his lips around it and started to suck it, making Fiona scream and hump his face. She was trying to cum, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried.

Dean sat up and stripped off his boxers, revealing his six and a half inch cock. Fiona laid eyes on it and quickly grabbed her legs to pull them back further, completely exposing herself. Dean crawled up to her and used one hand to hold his throbbing member, and the other to hold onto her leg. He guided the knob of his dick into her pussy, and it felt so hot and slick that the rest followed with no resistance. Both of them moaned as Dean felt the tight pussy wrap around his cock, and Fiona felt herself being filled up.

He started to move in and out of her, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as she moaned encouragingly. She was breathing hard, gasping for breath as she looked down at her hairless snatch being penetrated, and then up into his eyes. The two of them shared a connection of mutual lust, and their eyes were laser locked to each other. He lifted himself up on his arms and feet, slamming into her with the weight of his body. The sound of his rock hard dick sliding in and out of her dripping wet pussy, and the slapping sound of their pelvises connecting again and again, was so obscene but it just turned them both on even more. Dean was whispered in her ear, telling her that she was a good little bitch, that she was his bitch, and that she was taking his dick like a bitch. Her moans of arousal and ecstasy were growing louder and louder, and she was brought the very height of her excitement and pleasure, but unable to reach her coveted climax. She wanted to cum so badly, but she also wanted him to keep fucking her. She couldn’t believe how good this felt, how much she’d been missing by holding out all this time. She’d had so many opportunities to fuck so many guys that hit on her, but she’d always shot them down. Something about Dean though, just made her feel so very very good, and she wanted it to never stop. She was screaming his name as he pounded her hard. The bed was creaking and shaking violently

“Fuck me Dean! Fuck me Dean! Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!!” she wailed like a banshee. Finally Dean could feel himself getting close. He’d been holding off for so long, trying his very best to make this last, but he couldn’t hold back anymore. He leaned in close as he held his hips against hers, and humped her to move his dick up and down inside her.

“Cum for me you slut.” he said, and she screamed even louder as her body locked up. She threw her head back and arched her back with her legs locked around him. He felt her pussy spasm and squeeze his cock like he’d never felt before. She was milking his cock, and he was giving her all that he had. He could feel spurt after spurt shoot out of his rigid dick, filling her pussy and coating her from the inside. Finally Fiona collapsed, and fought to catch her breath. Dean’s cock was sore after being squeezed so hard, but it was the best feeling in the world.

Even though he’d just spent his load, his cock was still hard, and he was still horny, ready for more.

“You’re not done yet bitch.” he told her, and she moaned again as she started to rub her swollen pussy.

“I thought that was a pretty good way of saying ‘thank you’.” she purred, still panting from the excursion of her climax. She’d never cum so hard like that before. She didn’t know what it was about this man that made her feel like this, but she loved it. And now she wanted more.

“Do you think fucking you in the ass would be a better way of thanking me?” he asked, also breathing hard and grinning. She straight away sat up and took his cock in her mouth, looking up at him with her large, shimmering eyes.

“What are you doing?” Dean asked, surprised. She responded by taking his whole dick into her mouth, and he felt the tip touch the back of her throat. She gagged, and when she pulled away, his dick was covered in her gooey, stringy saliva.

“Lubing you up.” she said with a wink, then turned around to get on all fours in front of him. Her ass was beautiful to behold, so round and perfect. She reached back with both hands to spread her lusciously large cheeks, exposing her wet red pussy, and her puckered anus. Dean couldn’t believe how naught this girl was, and he wondered if all Australian girls were like this.

He inched closer, and spat on her wrinkled button. He rubbed it with a finger and heard her moan into her pillow. Apparently his suggestion of anal sex feeling good applied to rubbing it as well. He slipped a finger all the way into her tight, tight ass, and she moaned some more. He spat again, making sure that she was very wet before he steadied his dick behind her. He used a hand to put the tip right against her rubbery anus, and then put both of his hands on her hips to steady himself. He wanted to take it slow, and ease it in. He pushed just hard enough to poke the head of his dick inside. It popped past her sphincter with a small obscene little ‘plop’, and Fiona moaned in ecstasy. Then, completely without warning, she pushed back on his dick, and the spit covered rod was completely encased in her tight asshole. Both of them moaned with each other, and Dean couldn’t believe how tight she was. He’d never been able to fuck a girl in the ass before, and now he was so happy that he could do it now. It was the tightest hole he’d ever been in. He started off slow just like before, but she was constantly bucking and pushing back, fucking his cock and moving back and forth. Her ass jiggled enticingly each time she slammed back into him, and he let go of her to put his hands behind his head and stretch his body so that she could push back onto him even harder.

She was on her knees, and fucking him like a pro. Her face was buried in the pillow, and she was holding onto the sheets around her for dear life. Dean could hear her screaming as loudly as she could into the pillow, and it was hard to tell whether they were screams of pleasure of pain. Judging by the way she was furiously pumping his cock with her ass, she was loving every minute of it.

He could feel his balls slapping against her tender pussy, and deep inside he felt another orgasm brewing. He brought a hand down hard on her ass, slapping her ass cheek with such a loud smack that she gasped with shock, raising her face from the pillow, but didn’t stop bucking her hips into him. He spanked her again, this time with both hands on both cheeks.

“OH GOD YES!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, “FUCK MY ASS BABY!! FUCK MY TIGHT ASS!!”

She screamed again and again, over and over. Dean grabbed onto her slender hips and pulled her onto him even harder.

“Shut up slut.” he grunted, and she let out the most guttural and primal scream he’d ever heard. Her asshole clenched down and squeezed his cock even harder than her pussy had before. He fell on top of her and whispered in her ear.


The second orgasm made her shake violently, and she kept screaming like a woman being stabbed.

Finally she calmed down, and she passed out right then and there. His dick left her asshole with a wet ‘plop’, and he fell down next to her, panting and exhausted.

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