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Chapter 5
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SympatheticDevil
What does she want?
I dreamt she wanted a pearl necklace.
"I defly like this one the best!" She announced, gesturing with the bottle in her left hand.
"Really?" I asked. "Because I had a dream last night that you just got drunk off your ass so that you'd have the courage to beg for what you really want: to suck me off until I give you a pearl necklace."
She blushed.
"Oh muh gawd, am I tha' obiyush?" She asked. "Thas'to'ally why I got hammered ass nine inna morny! I jus' wanna suck yet dick, but iss, like, embarrasseen cuz I'm her neighbzer! What if her mom fines out?"
"Oh, I'm pretty sure there's no risk of that happening," I assured her. "Though if you're as drunk as you were in my dream, your judgement is so impared you're going to give me a sloppy blow job no matter how bad of an idea it is."
"You gots that right!" She agreed, dropping the bottles and then dropping to her knees. "Mrs. Ryder neeza young dick!"
"You know, I dreamt you were mind-blowingly good at giving head, even when you're drunk," I said. "Especially when you're drunk, because **** makes you loose all your inhibitions until you have no sense of shame and are proud to be the nastiest slut in the neighborhood."
"You gawsat right!" She said taking my dick in her hands. "I'ma nas'y slus a sux a coxa! Bigges slutz Ina 'hood!"
And then she commenced to give me the sloppiest and most shameless of all possible blowjobs.

She truly was a dream come true and definitely the biggest slut in the neighborhood. Probably the whole city. She bobbed and blew, fondled and face-fucked, living her truth and the truth was she was a cocksucker.
At last she pulled me out of her mouth and rubbed me against her tits, looking up with earnest, eager eyes.

"I wanna pearl necklace!" She told me, more coherent than she'd been in a while. "I wants you t' cum all ober me!"
"Is that what you dream of?" I asked, feeling the weight of my load.
"Iss my bestsess dream!" She showed.
"Mine too," I said, then groaned and erupted as she squealed and hosed herself down with my spooge. Soon she was decorated with glistening gobbets, just like we dreamed she would be.
Do I keep dreaming this little dream?
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Dreaming of Mom
A reality rewrite adventure
When I tell my mom my dreams about her, they briefly come true.
Updated on Oct 15, 2019
by SympatheticDevil
Created on Aug 14, 2019
by SympatheticDevil
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