Thomas slammed the front door behind him, his face flushed with the day's frustration. "School was bullshit again," he muttered, but his parents were already waiting in the kitchen. His mother crossed her arms, voice sharp. "Thomas, we got another call. You yelled at your teacher and hit another student? What were you thinking?" His father added, "That's it, young man. No more excuses. Go to your room!" Thomas's eyes welled up. "You don't understand me!" he shouted back, voice cracking. "I'm not a kid!" "Room. Now," his mother said firmly, turning away. He stormed off, tears streaming, slamming his bedroom door. Collapsing onto the bed, he sobbed into the pillow until exhaustion pulled him under.
In the dream, Thomas stood in a dimly lit room, the air thick with anticipation. A confident woman approached first, her smile wicked. "Hey there, handsome. Ready for me?" she purred. Thomas felt his body respond instantly, his cock hardening as she pressed close. "Always," he replied with a grin. She dropped to her knees for a quick blowjob, her tongue working expertly until he was throbbing. He bent her over, sliding into her wet pussy, thrusting hard while she moaned and gripped the sheets. "Fuck, you're good," she panted. He came deep inside her, cum dripping as she paid him and walked away satisfied.
The next woman sauntered up, strong and assertive. "My turn. Don't hold back." Thomas, sweating and horny, pulled her close. "You sure you can handle it?" he quipped. She laughed, pushing him back. "Try me." He entered her dripping pussy from behind, gripping her ass as they moved together, her witty banter fueling him. "Harder, or are you all talk?" she challenged. Panting, he pounded until he came again, filling her, and she handed over cash before leaving.
A third customer arrived, her eyes gleaming. "Make it quick and hot." Thomas's cock was still hard, dripping with previous cum. "You're direct," he said, smirking. She replied, "Time is money, stud." He took her against the wall, her legs wrapped around him, pussy clenching as he thrust relentlessly. They bantered through it—"You feel amazing," she gasped; "Told you I'd deliver," he panted—until he came inside her once more. She paid and exited, leaving him sweating and ready for the next.
The dream blurred into a line of women, each encounter explicit and rhythmic: blowjobs turning to deep penetration, asses grabbed, pussies wet and dripping, his cum spilling out after each climax. Thomas acted it out in his sleep, humping the mattress, hand on his hard cock, muttering lines like "Next customer, pay up after." His parents, concerned by the noises, opened the door quietly. His mother gasped, "Oh my god, Thomas—what are you doing?" His father stared, shocked. "He's... dreaming something intense. We need to wake him carefully." They watched, mortified yet frozen, as he continued panting and thrusting in his sleep.
Thomas's body tensed in climax, cum soaking his sheets as he whispered dream dialogue. His parents exchanged worried glances, his mother whispering, "This is more than just trouble at school. We have to talk to him when he wakes." His father nodded, closing the door softly. The room fell quiet again, but the tension lingered like an unspoken promise of deeper revelations ahead.
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