The darkness enveloped her like a warm, fuzzy blanket. She wrapped it around herself and
pulled it tight. But there were sounds, and noises, that swirled around her, that pulled
her out of the warm and comfortable darkness. She tried to pull it tighter, but then
there were the lights, dim and blurry at first, like the muffled, indistinct sounds, then
louder and clearer.
There was music, and people talking. And there were shapes moving. They were spinning
past her, rushing around her in a swirling haze. She tried to follow them, but they were
too fast. No, wait. She was the one who was spinning. Her head was dizzy. The lights
became clearer, and the voices louder. She tried to speak, but her voice was muffled,
too. Had she forgotten how to speak?
Someone moved around her and bumped her. The room became instantly clear. She look
around. She was on her knees in the middle of the room, surrounded by people. How did
she get there?
A man stopped in front of her. He was holding a bottle of beer in one hand. She looked
up. He had a hard face, with deep, grooved lines. Had she seen him before?
She started to say hi to him, and a warm liquid dribbled out of her mouth and ran down
her chin. That was why her voice was muffled. Her mouth was full.
But full of what? It was hard to concentrate with all the noise and flashing lights, and
her head spinning, or the room spinning, or whatever was spinning. Her mouth was full of
a warm liquid. She swallowed. It had a distinctive flavor, not like the wine her husband
gave her, but something familiar. It was thick, and globs of it floated under her tongue
and behind her molars.
The man standing in front of her pulled down the zipper of his slacks with his free hand.
She stared at his hand. If she concentrated, she noticed that she had not blinked her
eyes for a long time, and they were dry and sore.
The strange man’s hand reached into his sharp, pleated slacks, and when it came back out,
it brought with it his penis, his long, thick, erect penis. Her eyes got wide. Of
course. That was what was in her mouth. It was cum. She had just finished blowing
another man, and he left his cum behind in her mouth.
She looked up at the man with the hard face again. Was he her husband? Did he want her
to blow him, too? She looked at his penis again. It was a nice looking cock, long and
thick. It occurred to her, like a distant voice over the PA at the airport, that she
would recognize such a nice looking cock if it was her husband’s.
He said something. She looked up to his face again. His words were slurred and muffled.
Had he been drinking too much? Or was it her ears that weren’t working so good?
He put his hand on top of her head. She smiled at him. Whether or not he was
instructing her to blow him didn’t matter. She wanted to blow him either way.
She stuck her tongue out and licked the head. It made her giggle every time she did
that. It was like she was a little girl licking an ice cream cone, except that this ice
cream was cock flavored.
He was speaking to her. It was all a muffled drone, as if her hears were filled with
water. All of the noise was an indistinct drone. Oh, what the hell did it matter? She
closed her mouth over the end of this strange man’s long, thick, nice looking penis, and
moved her head back and forth slowly.
She stared at the shiny, silver buckle of his belt. It got closer, then moved away. It
got closer, then moved away. It got closer, then moved away. It was a nice looking belt
buckle. How come she had never noticed a man’s belt buckle before?
He still had his hand on top of her head. She liked that. He clenched his fingers in
her hair and moved her head back and forth on his cock. She liked that even more. She
liked when a man took control, especially if he was a little rough. She would have
smiled, but it was hard to smile when her mouth was full of cock.
She blinked. What did she have for dinner? Was it steak? Was it lobster? Chicken
scallopini would be nice. She hadn’t had that in a long time. She would have to make
that again, except that the kids didn’t like it as much as her chicken parmesan. Why was
she looking at a belt buckle? Why did it keep getting closer, then farther away? She
tried to say something, but her mouth was full. What was that? Had she fallen asleep in
the middle of dinner?
The shiny silver belt buckle suddenly got real close, pressed against her forehead.
Something hard stretched her mouth open. She tried to scream. What horrible dream was
she having?
Then the cold belt buckle was gone, no longer pressed into her forehead. She reached up
to touch her brow. Had it left a dent?
For a moment, she saw a long, thick penis in front of her, and a hand. She blinked, and
it was gone. The room was spinning. Or was it her? There were people everywhere around
her. Where was she? Was it a party? Was it her birthday? Her husband had thrown a
surprise party for her birthday. That was so nice. He was always so sweet to her.
She smiled, and a warm liquid dribbled out of her mouth. Had she been drinking? Was it
that strong wine her husband gave her? She swallowed. No, it wasn’t wine. It was too
thick to be wine. The taste was strong, and there was something familiar about it.
A man appeared in front of her. He had a shiny gold belt buckle. She looked way up at
him and smiled. His hair was dark, speckled with gray. He smiled back and said
something. His voice, though, was a muffled drone, and his words were a jumbled mass.
His big hands fumbled with the front of his pants, and then there was a thick, hard penis
in front of her. She looked up to his face again. Was this man her husband?
Whether or not he was didn’t matter. She opened her mouth and let his penis slide in.
He had a shiny, gold belt buckle. How come she never noticed a man’s belt buckle before?
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