Nights With Sable Ch. 01

She brought her tongue back into her mouth. "I can see you for who you are, Scott. I can see all of you. Now, knowing that, I want you to watch me suck your duck. I'm going to make you cum in my mouth, and I'm going to swallow every single drop."

Her hands went to my thighs. She wrapped her mouth around the head of my dick and smoothly began to slide her lips down my pulsating shaft at an agonizing pace. Unlike Mary, she looked into my eyes and pierced right into my soul without just trying to look sexy. Also unlike Mary, I felt that she knew I like it when a woman doesn't use hands. She would go down halfway then come right back up, and just when I thought I was going to slip out, she would increase her suction and slip right back down.

She gently began to caress my thigh and increase her pace. After a few seconds of bobbing her head on me, she winked at me then took every inch of my cock into her mouth. The amount of suction and resistance from her throat was enough to drive me crazy. I couldn't stop myself from saying "Hoooly...ssshit..." She was doing all this while locking eyes with me the whole time, and it was having an effect on my body that I couldn't control. Wait...Control?

The gentle shivers running through my body acted as a sign of an oncoming orgasm. I placed my hand on her forehead and pushed her back, which allowed me to catch my breath for a few seconds.

"S-stop. I'm controlling this dream. I don't really want this. I know this is just what I wanted."

She bit her lip and shook her head. "Oh, is that so? Well, are you controlling this?"

She wrapped her lips around the head and applied an amount of suction I had never felt in my life. All the while, her tongue was feverishly pacing over those sensitive nerves under the head of my shaft.

I pushed her head back again and gained control of myself before I exploded. "Okay, no. I want that, that's something I'm controlling."

She sighed and gave me a look as if I was the dumbest person alive. "Fine. How about this?"

Her head split into two heads instantaneously, then her hair on the left head turned to neon pink while her hair on the right turned into a sky blue. Green ducks with mushrooms on their heads began swimming out of her hair and into the surrounding area, while a mixture of yellows and pinks swirled in some rising water around the hospital bed. After a few seconds of complete confusion, an indian man pulled back my curtain and screamed out in a language that I would never and have never understood. Once he finished screaming, he pulled out a canary-yellow knife and rushed to me. I quickly placed my arms in front of me in an attempt to block the stabbing that was going to occur, then found my door in front of me past the foot of my bed.



I looked around to find that Mary was putting on her red dress, and still with her normal blonde hair no less. She had stopped halfway, allowing her perky breasts to sit above the hem of her dress before she pulled it all the way up. I turned to my clock at the other side of the bed and found it was almost 6 in the morning.

"Hey," said Mary sheepishly. I turned and watched her finish putting on her dress.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she said. She checked her heels, then looked at the clock and sighed. "Okay, fine. I know what kind of guy you are."

She pointed to the cabinet where the digital clock stood on top of. "You have a lock on that drawer for your wallet, keys and cellphone, and there's nothing in this house you can't take without calling a moving truck first. That tells me you're the kind of guy that brings girls back to your house, puts them to work, then kicks them out in the morning. You're either a professional, or a very paranoid man. Either way, I can't stay."

I looked at her, then looked back at my cabinet. She could tell that just from the cabinet?

"Don't worry," she said with a calm tone. "I understand how it goes."

She then picked up her purse and gave me a gentle smile. With one final, brief exchange of looks, she then turned to the door and walked out of my room.

"Oh, by the way!" She yelled from the front door. "You only made me cum twice!"

I smiled and snorted. "Is it still the most you've cummed in your life?"

I could almost hear her smiling from here. "Maybe. Have a good one!"

There was a bittersweet silence in her leave. I felt a small hole somewhere within me, but that same hole was quickly filled when I began to trek back to my dreams. I quickly updated my journal, then decided to call Dr. Anderson.