A dream fragment
Last night during broken sleep, I had this dream fragment.
I was a gopher or prop master on the set of an Elvira movie. Someone handed me one of her beehive wigs, and it looked like there was maybe a few tablespoons of whipped cream or shaving cream smeared on the front of the wig, and a good deal more (maybe a big handful) smeared down one of the sides of the beehive and trailing into the straight part of the wig. Imagine maybe somebody threw a pie at Elvira in a scene, maybe.
Anyway, whoever handed it to me told me to clean it. I told them I didn't know how to clean a wig. they just sounded exasperated and said "Take it into the shower and wash it off until it's clean!" I protested, "But it will get all wet and have to be dried off and restyled, and I don't know how to do that!" They responded, "That's OK, just get it clean and bring it back to us and we'll take care of the rest."
Well, when they originally brought the wig to me, it seemed maybe 3 feel long in total. But with all the back and forth of talking, the wig seemed to grow in size. Now it was 5 feet long and hard to hold high enough without it dragging on the floor. And with no one around, I had a MASSIVE hardon from seeing the white smears on the front and side of the wig, too! Next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom, naked, with the wig, and I was having to hold the wig higher than my head to keep it from dragging the floor now -- it had to be at least seven feet long, and the beehive must have been over a yard tall!
I thought to myself, "There's no one to see", so i tentatively pushed my face into the small patch of white of the from of the wig... which had grown to the size of my face now. Ah, shaving cream it was! I moaned in pleasure, removing my face from the creamed hair only when I had to breathe. I turned the wig, the the sticky side, and lo and behold, it was like a shower curtain of white cream against a wall of black hair. I jest leaned back and let it envelope me! I almost lost it, but wanted to do one final thing. I knew i'd be cleaning it afterwards... thoroughly... so I looked in the full-length mirrors, lifted the massive wig onto me, let it settle onto my head, feeling the weight of the hair and cream settle onto me like a mantle, silky and sticky both. I saw the domed beehive sticking up erectly from my head, and I saw my hard cock sticking out erectly through the hair. I drew the hair about me tightly and began rubbing my aching cock with it, and I grabbed a huge gob of cream and I slammed it onto my face, smothering myself in what I imagined what a massive cumload I'd just been covered in, since I was sexy busty Elvira! I began discharging my own white sperm into the sexy ebony tresses, spurting white streak all over, again and again, for what seemed like minutes!
It took me quite awhile to get untangled from that messy wig, and I took great care to shampoo it out very carefully half a dozen times, to remove every trace of cream and cum. I returned the wet wig to the stylists, who commented how long I'd taken to wash a wig. I just smiled. I can't help but thinking when Elvira wears that wig again, and little of this fan's magic help bring an extra sparkle to her eye!!
I was a gopher or prop master on the set of an Elvira movie. Someone handed me one of her beehive wigs, and it looked like there was maybe a few tablespoons of whipped cream or shaving cream smeared on the front of the wig, and a good deal more (maybe a big handful) smeared down one of the sides of the beehive and trailing into the straight part of the wig. Imagine maybe somebody threw a pie at Elvira in a scene, maybe.
Anyway, whoever handed it to me told me to clean it. I told them I didn't know how to clean a wig. they just sounded exasperated and said "Take it into the shower and wash it off until it's clean!" I protested, "But it will get all wet and have to be dried off and restyled, and I don't know how to do that!" They responded, "That's OK, just get it clean and bring it back to us and we'll take care of the rest."
Well, when they originally brought the wig to me, it seemed maybe 3 feel long in total. But with all the back and forth of talking, the wig seemed to grow in size. Now it was 5 feet long and hard to hold high enough without it dragging on the floor. And with no one around, I had a MASSIVE hardon from seeing the white smears on the front and side of the wig, too! Next thing I knew, I was in the bathroom, naked, with the wig, and I was having to hold the wig higher than my head to keep it from dragging the floor now -- it had to be at least seven feet long, and the beehive must have been over a yard tall!
I thought to myself, "There's no one to see", so i tentatively pushed my face into the small patch of white of the from of the wig... which had grown to the size of my face now. Ah, shaving cream it was! I moaned in pleasure, removing my face from the creamed hair only when I had to breathe. I turned the wig, the the sticky side, and lo and behold, it was like a shower curtain of white cream against a wall of black hair. I jest leaned back and let it envelope me! I almost lost it, but wanted to do one final thing. I knew i'd be cleaning it afterwards... thoroughly... so I looked in the full-length mirrors, lifted the massive wig onto me, let it settle onto my head, feeling the weight of the hair and cream settle onto me like a mantle, silky and sticky both. I saw the domed beehive sticking up erectly from my head, and I saw my hard cock sticking out erectly through the hair. I drew the hair about me tightly and began rubbing my aching cock with it, and I grabbed a huge gob of cream and I slammed it onto my face, smothering myself in what I imagined what a massive cumload I'd just been covered in, since I was sexy busty Elvira! I began discharging my own white sperm into the sexy ebony tresses, spurting white streak all over, again and again, for what seemed like minutes!
It took me quite awhile to get untangled from that messy wig, and I took great care to shampoo it out very carefully half a dozen times, to remove every trace of cream and cum. I returned the wet wig to the stylists, who commented how long I'd taken to wash a wig. I just smiled. I can't help but thinking when Elvira wears that wig again, and little of this fan's magic help bring an extra sparkle to her eye!!
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