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Odessa’s Fantasies

In my hair tonight
(A parody of “In the air tonight” By Phil Collins)

I can feel you cumming in my hair tonight, oh Lord
And I’ve been waiting for this cumshot for the whole night, Oh Lord
Can I feel you cumming in my hair tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

Well, if you told me you were jacking
I would not lend a hand
I’ve helped you cum before my friend
But I don’t know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw where you came
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off my tits,
I know you had fits
It’s all been a pack of lies

And I can feel you cumming in my hair tonight, oh Lord
Well, I’ve been waiting for this cumshot for the whole night, oh Lord
I can feel you cumming in my hair tonight, oh Lord
And I’ve been waiting for this cumshot for the whole night, oh Lord, oh Lord

It was a grey and foggy October afternoon when my brother and I went down to the old farm to pick out pumpkins for Halloween. We had been going every year since i could remember but this year felt different. I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that something strange might happen and boy I was right.

We’d been walking for about 20 minutes when I spotted something peculiar out of the corner of my eye. There, on the outskirts of the patch sat the strangest looking pumpkin i’d ever seen. It was enormous and flatter than most pumpkins it was also off in color and it’s bottom half seemed to curve up into a sinister smile if you looked at it just right. It was wonderfully strange and creepy and it was the one I wanted. My brother wrinkled his face in disgust.

“That’s the pumpkin you want? Really?” He asked.

“Yes this is it!” I replied cheerfully.

“It’s ugly and looks rotted already, let’s keep moving.”

Just then a large vine started wrapping around my brother’s legs. It was moving so fast I barely had time to react before two vines shot up and trapped each of my wrists and pulled my arms behind my back locked in a painful, twisted knot. I cried out for help but was quickly silenced by another vine wrapping itself around my head like a gag.

I looked down at my brother, now almost completely encompassed in pumpkin vines. He was screaming and writhing around in his green prison unable to move any of his limbs anymore.

“ODESSA HELP! HELP MEEeeeeee…..” He cried, trailing off as the last vine found it’s way into his open mouth. Blood poured from the gaps between the vines covering his face and my heart filled with dread. I knew there was no one here to help me anymore and I was next. What I didn’t know is that the pumpkin patch had a very different plan for me.

I layed in the dirt as the pumpkin vines forced my legs apart and began crawling up my thighs. They moved my knees up over my head and with my dress skirt now up around my chest I began to feel very exposed. I felt a vine start to move it’s way around on the outside of my panties and I must admit my fear was starting to get replaced by arousal. The vine was gentler than i’d expected and I felt very connected to nature in that moment. It creeped its way to the edge of the fabric covering my pussy and pulled it aside.

I felt a soft green vine sprout out of the gnarled edge of the intruder and it slowly started to twist and grow all across my smooth wetness tickling my lips and clit. It was startlingly pleasurable and I found myself pushing up against it with what little mobility I had left. The lush plant went on like that for a good long while and I came more times than I ever had before, each time more powerful than the last. Suddenly I felt something bigger start to touch me there. It was strong and hard, but also smoother than the original woody vine that had my limbs trapped. I looked up between my stuck thighs and saw a large gourd that resembled a zucchini coming right for my tight hole. I started to struggle to get myself free. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside me no matter how wet it made me before.

I started panicking again wondering if it would hurt or if I would like it like I liked the vines and the leaves. I felt it push up against my wet hole. To my surprise, the tip slipped inside me and was able to get most of the way inside before I really started to feel the stretch. The base of this gourd was much wider and my excited little pussy just kept taking more and more. It moved in and out of me for hours while little sprouts and leaves continued to stimulate me from the outside. It was such a surprising and erotic experience and gave me a whole new reason to love Halloween.

Now a year has passed and i’m wondering who to sacrifice to the pumpkins this year so that I can experience it again. Maybe you could be my sacrifice. I’ll have them go slow with you so you can at least watch me unlike my poor brother.

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It’s early in the morning and you’re still asleep as I open my eyes and yawn. I look at your face, so peaceful, eyelids fluttering as if you’re in the midst of a pleasant dream. My eyes move down the length of your body as I move over and slowly tuck myself under your arm. You let out a soft groan and snuggle me closer. My fingers graze your chest and slowly work their way down your stomach stopping every so often to circle back around my favorite spots.

As I move my hands further down and trace along your hip bones I see a familiar tent start to rise under the sheet. I smile and look back at your face. You still seem to be sleeping, but your eyebrows are
furrowed in an adorable frustrated expression and I know exactly what you need. I move silently and slowly as not to wake you my body is all the way down the bed now and my head right at your hips. I
continue to trace your hips with my fingertips and I hear your breathing get heavier.

I slowly lift the sheet shielding you from my gaze and reveal a monsterously hard cock. It looks bigger and harder than i’ve ever seen and an excitement builds deep within me. Ever so gently I move my hand to the other side of your body and lift myself up so that I can straddle myself over your knees. I softly move downward to your amazingly hard erection and place my hot, wet mouth right over the head of your cock. My eager lips lock down and you let out a soft groan. I look up and our eyes meet. You look so adorable and confused, but through the confusion I can see your hunger for me. I move farther down and let the full length of your hard dick slide down my throat.

You cry out at this point thoroughly enjoying the way my lips tighten and my tongue flicks. I can feel you swell even harder inside my mouth and I know it won’t take anytime at all to fill up my thirsty mouth with your hot cum. I move faster and harder now fully craving my warm delivery of your delicious seed. I need it. You can tell I want to drain you completely so you shamelessly release into my mouth and I take every last drop down my throat. Our eyes meet again when I swallow the last trace of you and you smile at me. I gently let your relaxed cock free from my needy mouth and smile back at you. What a beautiful start to the day.

The year is 2040:

The human race still plays a small role in society, but most professions have been filled and workers replaced with AI replicants. I am real or at least I think I am…it’s what I’ve been told to believe. Looking at a lovebot though you’d never know the difference. Soft skin, warm to the touch, they cry, laugh, bleed, cum…everything a human can do they can emulate in some way, usually in a better way. Too real to be real I’ve heard. Many are programmed with their own set of memories that make up a real and original personality also so it’s extraordinarily hard to tell which is which.

I wake up at 8:00am every morning like clockwork. I brush my teeth and my long, blonde hair and I find an outfit to put on. I work at a hotel for travelers seeking companions (the oldest profession in history) I am known as a “love companion”. I give travelers a warm, loving, experience and really make them feel like I am theirs completely. It really surprises me how natural it comes to me, almost like I’m programmed and then reprogrammed for every person’s specific set of needs. If I see someone again I immediately remember our whole life together as well as our experience in the hotel, but as soon as they go I can no longer remember them.

I am told I am real. I have small perky breasts and a little round bottom that flatter my petite frame. My green eyes sit perfectly on my face beneath a mane of dirty blonde hair that begs to be stroked or pulled. The travelers love me, especially the older gentlemen. I think I remind them of their past loves or maybe their daughters. Maybe I’m just a symbol for the youth they’ve grown out of. I do notice my body changing slightly for every gentleman though. My breasts will get bigger or smaller, I may be a bit taller or fuller figured and sometimes it even appears that my hair will change color slightly or appear shorter sometimes. It’s the strangest phenomenon, but I see it happen to other companions and they make no mention of it so I try not to worry too much.

As much as I’ve been told I’m real I’m starting to question what that’s supposed to mean. What makes a person “real”? Does it mean they’re human? And if so, do they have to be born of humans? Humans can be lab created now and AI can reproduce on their own so the lines have become quite blurred. My body is warm and inviting, but I get so wet and filled with passionate heat for complete strangers that I’ve started to question whether or not I’ve been programmed for their pleasure. Why else would a girl be so insatiable? So tireless? So hungry for unknown pleasures? How will I ever know what I am?

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