“I can’t sleep,” she said.
“Close your eyes,” I told her. “And count sheep…”
“Please...” she told me. “I had a nightmare.”
I sat up. Having a bad dream can have its effect on your whole day. I recalled all the stuff I read about it on the Internet. I turned on the lava lamp. Bonnie was covered with sweat. I got up, found her a dry T-shirt and brought her a glass of water from the kitchen.
“Thanks,” she said after drinking a little. “It’s better.”
“Was it the movie we watched?” I asked.
“Definitely!” Bonnie said. “I’ve been dreaming about evil clowns!”
“But I told you the Killer Klowns from Outer Space is just a bad horror flick from the ‘80s. I thought it would be funny to watch it.”
“Well, it seemed funny last night, but I’ve been dreaming about evil clowns.”
“From the movie?”
“Well, not exactly... They were no aliens but hung black guys dressed as clowns.”
“I’ve never seen a black clown before,” I tried to joke with her.
“There were two in my dreams! And they were wearing the same strange masks with the evil smile as the movie.”
I had to admit, that wouldn’t be something I’d want to dream about.
“Okay,” I sat down beside her, “what have exactly happened in your dream?”
“Well… there were these two clowns. They both were huge, muscular, bald black guys with their faces painted white and a red nose. Oh, and a red hat.”
“Were they sad clowns or happy clowns?”
“I think happy ones. And they had those strange, colorful ragged clothes on. And boots. Black boots.”
“What were you wearing?”
“Well… some kind of latex stuff… And a cap just like the soldiers wear in the old soviet movies!”
“Wow, sounds sexy… And what were these clowns doing?”
“They were chasing me around a haunted town. And they had their cocks out. They were huge, like long black snakes. I was running in my high heeled boots but I couldn’t get away, so I was screaming like hell! I fell on the ground many times but they were chasing me so I had to get up and run for my life... I was running by a big Ferris wheel, then a cemetery with two scarecrows in it, and an empty street with houses with blank windows… And the next thing I know one of the clowns was sitting in a steel chair. I was kneeling in front of him, sucking his big black cock. And it was huge!”
“I thought you liked black cocks.”
“Oh, I do! But this was so strange! I had a collar on my neck, with two thin chains attached to it and the clown controlled my movements with these chains. So he was basically fucking my mouth in his evil way.”
“I wouldn’t think that was evil. I think that was hot!”
“Okay, it feels hot now when I think about it. But in my dream he seemed to be evil! His cock was really big, I could fit only half of it in my mouth. My saliva was pouring around it, I tried everything to make it wetter. He was fucking my mouth like a pussy! Then he pulled my head back by the chains and kissed me!”
“Wow! An evil yet sensitive clown!”
“Of course he was evil! He stood up, reeled some of the silver chain on his cock, then pulled my head back on it! And shoved his cock to my throat! I could feel it throbbing inside my mouth like a big black snake!”
“Now that’s disgusting!”
“Actually it wasn’t... It felt kinda good! It was kinda good kneeling in front of him and letting him fuck my mouth like an obedient slut… Especially when he pulled out, and flapped my face with his huge black dong! I even took his balls in my mouth.