All Dude could do was watch… Watch as this dream dragged on with his girl getting the soul fucked out of her by a manifestation of the part of himself that he tried to bury in the darkest recesses of his mind.  She arched and moaned with every thrust like it was a performance art.  Strands of faded hair were escaping her buns from the impact and her tits jiggled like Jell-o in an earthquake.  Worst of all, her ankles were locked behind Other Dude.  Chunky heels dug into his back and dared him to pull away.  It was enough to make a man blow Arizona right off the map.

Dude couldn’t even be mad at her because it wasn’t her.  It was the vision he had in his mind of her.  Unfortunately, he idolized her like his personal porn star.  She was his gorgeous, bloodthirsty, hypersexual gift from hell wrapped in leather, fishnet, and drugstore makeup.  At least he found solace knowing that Other Dude could probably fuck her until the counter crumbled beneath them and it still wouldn’t be enough to sate her insatiable sexual appetite.  He’d lost count of the times that he thought he was done but knew he had to finish her off or face her wrath.

She leaned further back right as he was thinking all this, hanging her head off the counter to look at him.  Heat rose to his cheeks as they locked eyes.  A slow smirk spread across her face and she peeled one arm away from Other Dude’s neck to hang off the counter with her.  A finger curled in Dude’s direction in a way that was all too familiar, beckoning him to her.  When she did, the inflatable gooner goons that had been holding Dude hostage stepped away.  The shibari rope loosened and pooled on the floor.  The fuzzy handcuffs popped off to join it.  He remained seated, unsure if this was a literal booby trap courtesy of his twisted mind.

“Are you going to sit there and pout or join us?” she asked.

One of the sex dolls pushed Dude forward before he could process it, forcing him to stumble to his feet.  A wide, goofy grin replaced his sulking scowl despite his previous apprehension.  Of course.  This was his head and this was his mental image of the Mistress.  She was the master of all things kinky.  The sex shop was her domain and everything within bent to her whims.  Most of all, she was more than enough woman for two Dudes to share.  He gripped the lapels of his coat and tugged them as he strolled over to the counter.

His counterpart didn’t flinch as he approached.  Hell, he looked grateful.  As debauched and depraved as that part of his brain was, even it was no match for her.

“Glad you decided to join us,” he said.

“Pleasure’s all mine,” Dude replied, positioning himself in front of her face where her upper body dangled off the counter.  Her hands were instantly on him, undoing his fly.  He chuckled and rewarded her by grabbing a fistful of her hair to tug.  “This one’s a handful, hm?”

Other Dude smacked her ass and squeezed the plush flesh.  “You’re telling me.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head.  “Can you quit fucking around and start fucking me?”

Of course, she had to have just as much attitude as the real thing.  He wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.

She parted her pretty lips as soon as Dude’s dick brushed them and took every inch he had to give without a single gag.  When his balls were resting against her nose, Other Dude whistled to get his attention.

“You ready to rock?” he asked.  Dude responded with a firm nod.  “Alright, then.  Let’s give meaning to the term ‘mind-fuck.’”

That they did.  The Dudes held on tight and began plowing her from both ends.  Other Dude would slam into her snatch just as Dude was raring back.  When Dude shoved his cock down her esophagus, Other Dude was pulling everything out but the tip.  As they continued this brutal back and forth, she was in ecstasy.  Her throat and cunt clenched around them deliciously, and her moans could be felt through both shafts.

“Ngh… Fuck.  I’m about to blow,” Other Dude grunted through gritted teeth.  Dude bobbed his head in agreement.

“Yeah, let’s finish this,” he said.

The two started pistoning harder into her, coring her out from both ends.  The little sex shop was filled with the sounds and scents of sin.  Louder than the smacks and the groans was the otherworldly sound of her chanting their name.  It wasn’t coming from her mouth.  No, that was full of dick.  It was like she was some ethereal being that was speaking to him from above…

“Dude.  Dude…  Dude!”

Dude was roused awake mid-snore.  With a grumble, he used his hand to block the light that threatened to blind him.  He rubbed his eyes before opening them again and spotting her face hovering above his.  Goddammit.  Why’d she have to go and ruin everything?

“Ugh… The fuck you want?” he mumbled, rolling onto his back and hiding under the pillow.  “Shit was just getting to the good part…”

“Oh, I’m aware,” she laughed, making his eyes snap open in terror.  She knew?  Was she in his fucking mind?

“Huh?”

“Woke up to you humping my leg like a dog,” she said.  With another laugh, she tapped his temple.  “Don’t know what the hell was going on in that noggin of yours, but it must’ve been pretty fucking good.”

“Oh…”  He breathed a sigh of relief before chuckling along with her.  “Heh, yeah.  Right.  It was pretty crazy in there.”

“Oh yeah?”  She laid back down, snuggling closer to his bare chest.  “Wanna share?”

“Think I had enough of sharing,” he said and pulled her closer.  “Kinda prefer you all to myself.”