Dreams and Frustration

Again last night I woke up from an erotic, scary dream. A man I don't know was pushing me down on the ground. His hand was covering my mouth so I couldn't cry out for help. I tried to push him away but my hands were tied up over my head with ropes wrapped around a tree. His cock was in my ass pounding away. He was talking in my ear. Rough, nasty remarks. I was his whore. How he was fucking because I had teased him by being so much like a slutty girl. How I deserved to be bound and raped. How he won't let me go until he fucks me a million times.  I couldn't get free. I was so scared. I was so horny! I woke up exhausted, nervous, sweating, and hard. Fuck!

The other day was a different one. But it still made me crazy. Do you know how sometimes you dream you are at work or school naked? My dreams are like that, except I'm dressed in a girl's outfit. School clothes. Cheerleader clothes. Or a pink prom dress. Under them, I'm wearing panties and a bra. Sometimes I've got girl's tights or pantyhose on too. In the bra, I have perky, fat little breasts. Mt nipples are so fucking sensitive and sore. I touch and rub them constantly. Kids at school or the people at work see me. They tease me and ridicule me for being a pathetic sissy. I'm humiliated. I try to remove the clothes, but they won't come off. People are always there, judging me. Calling me names. I'm so embarrassed. Some of the boys and the men try to grab me. I try to get away, but there are too many of them. They grab me and slap my bottom and try to feel my tits and shove their fingers in my ass. I run aimlessly around looking for somewhere to hide from everyone. It goes on all night. I wake up tired and worn out. Frustrated and horny. I can still feel the aggressive men's hands on me. Fuck!

Last week I woke up drooling like a baby. I'd been dreaming of sucking cocks all night. It's daytime in my dream. I'm kneeling down in a short skirt and no top. Only a lace bra. My hands were bound with rope, tied spread out to two trees in the middle of the park. There are faceless men in front of me. Someone is behind me too. I have a cock in my throat. I'm choking on it. The man behind me is pushing my head forward, toward the cock. He is working my tits and my nipples really hard too. It hurts so bad! I try to scream. But all I can do is blubber and slobber spit and cum out of my mouth.  People are walking by in the park, scoffing at me. I see them out of the corner of my eyes. They are staring and pointing. Some are laughing. Then the man pulls my head in close and blows down my throat, and all over me. Before I can catch my breath another one has taken his place. It goes on until my alarm wakes me up. I'm in a pool of sweat. There are gobs of drool all over my face and in a puddle on my pillow.  I'm hard and I've cum all over myself! I'm a mess. I can't sleep like this.

Two weeks ago in another dream, I found myself in an adult shop in Portland. I've seen some of these when visiting. I've read there are glory holes in little booths in a few of them. I felt strange. I was looking at myself in a full-length mirror. Again I was in a girl's clothes and sporting perky C cup tits. This time I was wearing a Gothic costume. A black shiny leather dress with silver chains hanging from it. I was in black fishnet stockings and knee-high black leather high heel boots. I had a pair of police handcuffs in one hand, and a blindfold in the other. I was holding them up like a signal to anyone who passed by. "Cuff me, blindfold me, and do what you please!" Men were walking by, looking me up and down. A few of them were getting very close to me. Suddenly the room was darker. I was in a stall in the back of the store. My face was pressed against the wall. Am extra big hard cock was coming through a hole in the wall, and into my mouth. Someone was behind me, grabbing my hair, pushing my head closer to the wall. His other hand was under my shirt. His hands were all over me. I couldn't stop him! My hands were cuffed behind my back! His cock was in my hands. I was stroking it, trying to jerk him off. My head was moving forward and back, bouncing my face off the wall as I am being throat fucked. The guy behind me was trying to slip his long slippery cock between my cheeks. My dress was flipped up over my head. My panties were down to my knees. I desperately wanted to wake up, but I couldn't. 

When I did finally came out of my dream, I was hard as a rock. I'd just spurted a full load all over my sheets. My mouth was full. I had been sucking and biting a corner of my pillow. My arms were pinned behind me. I was laying on one and they were both tangled up together in the bedsheets. That dream seemed very real. What the fuck was going on?

The tree theme seems to come up now and then. Another night I woke up in the old treehouse we had as kids. But I was up there alone. I was dressed in only a tight training bra and white cotton teen girl panties. I was already scared of what was happening. Even though I didn't know. But soon voices were coming up the ladder. Two boys with very bad intentions in their eyes. They were naked and had big, throbbing purple hard-ons. Their cocks were HUGE! They didn't speak to me. They didn't acknowledge I was there. They sat down across from me, drinking beer. I couldn't move, I was so nervous. After a short while, they stopped talking. They stood up, walked right over, and grabbed me. I tried to scream, but in dreams sometimes you can't. This was one of those times. One of them held my wrists and the other one held my ankles. I had their cocks in my throat and up my ass until 7 am. Saved by the alarm. But it seemed like the fucking had begun hours before. Once again, I was exhausted, humiliated, and sporting some gay, submissive morning wood. 

Billy