Sex came so easy to her.
She never thought about it, not even once, not even the time it was her stepfather putting his dick inside of her. He was her mother's fifth husband--by then she was use to it.
It came so easy to her that it was pointless to waste her skills on the boys her age since they knew jackshit about sex in comparison. She preferred the skilled sex of grown men, with long, thick dicks and limber bodies who knew how to hit her spot and tickle her clit at the same time. She enjoyed sitting on their faces, watching their eyes sparkle at her youth and beauty, while they suffocated in her juices. She liked to tease them and run around in the nude and make them chase her around their houses or a hotel room, watching her ass and titties shake. She liked to bat her eyes at them while sucking their dicks until they begged her to stop, spit and cum trickling out her lips and down her chin. She liked to make them feel things they never had before, licking circles on their perineums, tickling their prostates with her tiny fingers, making their legs give out from under them. And when they least expected it, she liked to ride them until it hurt, then let them stick the heads of their dicks in her ass just so they could feel it.
She was only 16--a little girl that big men fucked.
They called her Dream because that's what she was in the flesh, living and breathing for their usage. She enjoyed the late night phone calls, the sudden, spontaneous trips to the most exquisite hotels in the city, sometimes a weekend trip up North or to Vegas just for fun. And she never got tired of the shopping sprees to Bloomingdales, Saks, and Neimans. The men would cringe at the receipts for the items purchased, but she would just smile, reminding them of the many ways she would thank them later.
Dream desired love, but didn't know what it looked like--so when love crossed her path, she dismissed it for something else: weakness, insecurity, or cunning. She trusted no one, especially the ones that wanted to tie her down and attempted to woo her with promises of diamonds, security and loyalty. She would have none of it.
There was, of course, an exception to the rule--the one she called Puppy. Puppy, the preacher, spotted Dream at her church while he was a guest there, preparing to deliver sermons at a week-long prayer meeting. Actually Puppy had no choice but to notice Dream at church that Sunday--when the head minister asked the sisters in the church to welcome the guest and perhaps give him a good Sunday dinner, Dream dashed down the aisle so quickly that she took Puppy by surprise. He was impressed with the young woman's spirit, for Dream was only 14 at the time. She admitted that she did not have a Sunday dinner prepared, but could take him to the best soul food spot in the city. Puppy wanted to know more about this passionate young woman, and much to the dismay of the older sisters who had slaved over hot stoves preparing Sunday dinner, Puppy followed the young woman to his car and she directed him to the nearest soul food spot. The meal was not at all what Puppy expected since Dream let her intentions be known right away--her passion was not for God, but for him.
Puppy listened to the young woman across from him while he chewed on a chicken bone. He couldn't place an age on her, but judging by her body and her forthright nature, she had to be at least 17 years old. This wasn't the first time Puppy had been approached by a young woman, but it was the first time it had happened so blatantly. Puppy knew he was a man of the cloth, but accepted that fact that he was definitely a man first and wondered about how he could incorporate this young thing in his already growing stable of women. Puppy was also a councilman, and maintained a home in the state capitol of Sacramento with his wife and unbeknownst to Dream had purchased a second home in Los Angeles to satisfy the women he had on that end of the state. He looked at Dream--he hadn't had some pussy that young in awhile and wanted to know if she as tight inside as she looked.
He would not have to wait long to find out.
Puppy took Dream to his new home in the Ladera Heights section of Los Angeles, not even furnished yet, and christened every room. Dream almost couldn't focus on the job at hand, she was so taken by his new house. Set behind a tall wrought iron gate, the house was three stories, customized from top to bottom with marble and hardwood floors. Dream counted six bedrooms and seven bathrooms as Puppy took her on a sex-filled tour of the house. The views stemmed from Rancho Palos Verdes all the way to Playa Del Rey. Despite how good the sex was, all Dream thought about afterward was how she would become the lady of the house. Puppy thought about his weekend trips to Los Angeles and his full-time Los Angeles lady friend, Daphne, and how he would make room to see this young woman from time to time.
Once Puppy dropped her off at home, Dream had no desire to engage in activities with any of the other men she was seeing. She let her cell phone ring for hours without answering. Despite the distance between them, Dream felt like Puppy treated her the very best and she thought she could commit to him. She got tuned up from time to time by the others, but she was ready to to give Puppy her heart--she was suddenly bored by all of the other men. All they offered her was sex when she mainly did all the work, and none of them were living like Puppy. With him, she could imagine herself in church, the celebrated, yet envied minister's wife, sitting in the front row in big hats and expensive suits every Sunday. She imagined cooking meals for him after Sunday morning service, and making love all afternoon. She could envision the children they would have and how they would want for nothing since Daddy would provide all of them with what they needed. She decided that the best way to make this happen would be to monopolize Puppy's time.
At first, Puppy thought the attention from Dream was cute. Randomly he would receive cards and flowers at his office in Sacramento, always saying that they were gifts from his wife and children for this or that, though his secretary, Lynn, knew different. The handwritten notes that accompanied these gifts saying dream a little dream of me were not in his wife's handwriting. She gave Puppy the evil eye which he promptly ignored. After awhile Puppy could see Lynn seething at the gifts he received--she hated his blatant disrespect of his wife. Didn't he have enough respect to at least keep the other woman discreet? Puppy knew he had to put Dream in check since Lynn was itching for a reason to make a slip to his wife, though she hadn't been so judgemental when she was fucking him. He made plans to visit Dream that weekend to get her straightened out, but first he needed to spend some quality time with Daphne. He had always appreciated the adult manner in which Daphne handled their relationship and the situation with Dream made him appreciate her that much more.
Dream knew Puppy's flight from Sacramento landed in Los Angeles that Friday night at 7 pm and she called him five times within the hour. Puppy never answered as Daphne met him at the airport and then headed straight to his house. He figured he would deal with Dream tomorrow evening since Daphne already had plans for Saturday night--but Dream was getting antsy.
Dream just knew the sole purpose of his trip was to see her and and she decided to do the adult thing and find her own method of transportation to his house. She didn't have a car so she decided to call a cab, and while she waited for its arrival, got dressed in a teddy and garter with silk stockings, put on her stilettos with the steel heels, and a black trench coat. When the cab pulled up, Dream was already waiting outside with a mapquest printout of directions to Puppy's house.
With Friday night traffic, it took the cab 45 minutes to get from Dream's grandparents' home on 188th and Broadway to Puppy's home in Ladera Heights. She was shocked at the $55 cost of the trip, but was too excited to see Puppy to be concerned about it. Besides, she knew she could get the money back from him--it was nothing. She tossed $60 to the driver and hopped out of the cab, walked up the driveway and rang Puppy's doorbell.
Puppy had his tongue between Daphne's thighs, getting ready to tear her up when the doorbell rang. He wasn't expecting company so at first, he ignored it--but then the doorbell rang again, this time twice in succession. He left Daphne naked and ready on the bed and grabbed his robe to go see who was bothering them at this hour.
Puppy knew his eyes were playing tricks on him when he looked out and saw Dream standing there, looking all bright-eyed. He opened the door and stepped out, closing it softly behind him.
"Dream what are you doing here?"
"I'm here to see you Daddy--this is our weekend together, and I didn't want to ruin it by having you come and pick me up. I know how tired you get from flying. Did you get my gifts this week?"she gushed wrapping her arms around his waist, looking up at him, her eyes and lips beckoning for a kiss.
"Yes, I did and we need to talk about all of those presents you've been sending me, but not right now. How did you get here?"
"I took a cab."
"Well, where is it?"
"I sent him on his way. Why Puppy? What's wrong?"
"I didn't invite you over here Dream. Didn't anybody ever tell you not to pop over a man's house uninvited?"
Dream pretended not to notice the curtain rustle behind Puppy and the pair of eyes that stared out at her. "I thought this was our weekend together."
"It was going to be", Puppy said, halfway chuckling. "But I need you to understand something Dream. I'm a grown man with a lot of responsibilities, carrying a lot of weight on my shoulders. When I'm ready to see you, I'll let you know." Puppy took Dream by the shoulders and watched her eyes fill with tears. "You will never have to guess about that. Right now, I got some things to tend to inside, but I'll give you a call tomorrow." He reached into his robe and pulled out a wad of bills, and handed Dream $60. "Call that cab back baby, and go home and get some rest. I'll see you tomorrow evening." Puppy went back inside his house and quietly shut the door in Dream's face. He knew Daphne would be pissed, but a stiff one would put her right to sleep.
Dream didn't know what to think. She felt like a fool, since Puppy obviously wanted to spend time with the woman behind the curtain instead of her. She wanted to throw a fit and knock on Puppy's door, scream, and shout until all of his neighbors came outside, but she knew that would not get her what she wanted.
Not one to wallow in sadness, Dream flipped open her cell phone. Fuck Puppy, she thought as she sat on his porch and scrolled through her contacts to figure out who would come pick her up. She stopped at John's number--they hadn't talked in three months after he accused her of flirting with his friend, and took to slapping her when she admitted fucking the dude. But he does have my name tattoed on his arm, she thought. I guess it's time we made up, she concluded as she waited for him to answer the line.
