Chemical Control
Rapture
by GalactoseTolerant
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#addiction
#breast_expansion
#dom:male
#drug_use
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#ass_expansion
#blowjob
#breast_growth
#breastfeeding
#cock_growth
#cock_worship
#cocksucking
#cum_eating
#cum_fixation
#cumshot
#drug_play
#drugged
#exhibitionism
#growth
#hucow
#lactation
#multiple_partners
#pov:multiple
#pov:top
#scifi
#slow_burn
So more head?
Mikaella
Once she’d showered and dressed in a t-shirt and short-shorts, Mikaella went to Alkim’s door, intending to get his version of last night’s events.
She never reached it. Instead, her nose picked up two very alluring scents: something cooking, and Alkim. Mikaella’s stomach rumbled at the promise of a meal, and she went straight to the kitchen.
There he was, cooking over a hot stove, in a tank top that showed off his muscles.
Alkim must have heard her walk in, because he turned to greet her, “Morning, sunshine. Have a seat, breakfast is almost ready. I’m making spam and eggs.”
Mikaella’s stomach growled again.
“Oh, there’s rice too.” He pointed to the rice cooker, steam still streaming from the vents.
Fuuuuuck, that’s just what I need.
Mikaella was famished, famished like a growing teenager that had to wait for the free school breakfast. She grabbed a plate and piled on the carbs. It was a lot more than her mom would have approved of, but her mom wasn’t here, and she was far too hungry to care about her normally-strict calorie limits.
“I forgot, what’s the Tagalog name for this meal? Spam, eggs, and rice?”
“Spamsilog,” she supplied, taking her seat at the kitchen table.
“That’s it! Knew it had the word ‘spam’ in it.”
Alkim had already set out a fork, knife, and an ice cold glass of orange juice for her. Plus another placemat for himself. “You didn’t have to do all this for me.”
“I wanted to! Consider it a thank you for last night. I had a great time.”
“Right. Um, about last night-”
“Hold that thought!” Alkim brought the sizzling pan to the table, “How much did you want?”
“Ooo, two of each, thanks.” He supplied her with two pieces of spam and two eggs, cooked sunny side up. Mikaella didn’t miss the fine rippling of his muscular arms, as he precisely cut and lifted each egg with the spatula, keeping every yolk intact. He took twice as much food for himself, and placed the remainder on an empty plate in the center of the table.
Big man, big appetite.
She felt a lot less self-conscious about having a big meal after seeing him easily eclipse her binging.
Mikaella inspected her breakfast, testing it with her fork. Both the spam and eggs were cooked for the perfect length of time, with the egg yolks almost completely uncooked, and the spam fried golden brown on the outside. Not too crispy, not too soft. Even the rice was perfectly fluffy. Her mom almost always used too much or too little water, and Mikaella wasn’t much better herself.
Un-fucking-believable. Has any boy ever cooked me breakfast before?
She’d entirely forgotten that she was supposed to be mad about him putting her to bed with cum on her face.
Mikaella dug in, spreading runny egg yolk all over her rice and spam, and forked up a portion of egg spam and rice together. She took a bite.
“How is it?” he asked, watching her reaction.
It’s so fucking delicious! Alkim was definitely a better cook than Mikaella’s mom. The famished girl ate several mouthfuls before she realized that he was still waiting on her verdict.
“It’s really yummy.” She answered, still chewing, unconcerned with her unladylike behavior. In what felt like no time at all she had cleared most of the plate.
Goddamn am I hungry this morning.
Alkim didn’t seem to mind anyway, smiling at her gusto. “Glad you liked it. I just kind of assumed you would, stereotypes and whatnot. Plus, this is probably the only Filipino dish I know how to make, unless you count spam musubi, but I’m pretty sure that’s Japanese-Hawaiian. If you want, I can always learn more Filipino dishes, if you have any to teach me.”
That’s so fucking sweet of him. “I don’t actually know how to make any of those.” Mikaella took forkfulls between sentences. “My mom was not a good cook, and she wasn’t always around to teach me.” Or just feed me.
Mikaella finished off her portion, grabbing seconds without hesitation.
“That’s alright. I can look them up online. Next time you’re craving some homemade Filipino food I’ll try out a new recipe.” She was definitely planning on taking him up on that, testing the limits of his culinary skills.
Alkim started eating his own breakfast, effortlessly keeping pace with the much smaller woman. After a minute or so he remembered that he’d interrupted her question earlier, “Oh, right, you wanted to say something about last night?”
Full at last, Mikaella put down her fork and knife, and washed her mouth out with her orange juice. She was embarrassed to ask him, but she had to find out. “Umm, yeah. My memory’s a bit fuzzy… can you tell me what happened?”
“Sure, what’s the last thing you remember?”
“Well… I remember we did shots, then we made out, and then I…”
Do I really want to say this in the kitchen, where anyone could walk in? Or where that bitch, Hannah, could overhear?
He must have noticed her hesitation, because he put a reassuring hand on her shoulder and tilted his head in the direction of his room. “Wanna finish this conversation somewhere more… private?”
Mikaella nodded and followed Alkim to his bedroom. He waved her in, shut the door behind them, and sat down on the bed. She took the spot next to him.
Then the smell hit her all over again. It was his smell; manly and reassuring. The entire room reeked of it, and the vapors went right to her head.
Mikaella’s mind and body lit up with phantom sensations of the most energetic fellatio. She felt the indentation of his slit, tasted his delicious precum on the tip of her tongue, felt the ache in her cheeks from sucking his cock with all her strength. Where Mikaella touched her cheek she felt an almost feverish heat radiating through her palm.
She didn’t need a hand to feel the heat between her legs. This wasn’t her imagination, it was memory.
“I gave you a blowjob on the couch, didn’t I?” Mikaella blurted out, unable to contain the memories that his scent brought to the forefront of her mind.
Alkim grinned. “Yeah, you were incredible, the best. A fucking consummate professional. Completely blew me away, pun not intended.”
God, I really did, didn’t I? She practically levitated from his praise. She remembered putting her whole body into that blowjob, and when she’d almost choked herself trying to deepthroat… Was that when I lost consciousness?
“Did… did I pass out trying to deepthroat you?”
“No. For a minute I was worried you would, but I pulled you up by your ponytail until you could breathe again.”
Well, that’s embarrassing, being so eager to please some guy that you almost choked yourself to death trying to suck him off.
He continued, “You actually passed out right on the finish line. Right when I was cumming, you swallowed most of it, but you were shaking like…well, like you were cumming with me.”
Holy shit! Symbiosis!
So it wasn’t all just in her dream. She felt a tremor run through her.
“Do you ever get spasms or anything when you cum?”
“No?” She still couldn’t remember ever cumming as hard as Alkim was describing, but it sounded amazing.
“Well… you did last night. Like, you thrashed around a bit, then you screamed, and in the process your mouth came off my dick… Apparently I wasn’t done yet, because after you popped off, I popped off one more time myself all over your face. I think that’s when you passed out, but it was a minute before I realized you were asleep, because you never actually stopped licking me. Then, all of the sudden I heard Hannah open her door.”
“Ugh, that bitch!” Mikaella already fucking hated that blonde bitch for being so relentlessly mean, condescending, and being a lying-bitch-thief that stole her hairbrush. Now, she could add cockblocking to Hannah’s ledger. I’ll have to pay her back, some day. If only Hannah had something worth stealing back.
“Yeah, so I kinda rushed you off to bed so Hannah wouldn’t see what we did on the couch. I’m really sorry for not cleaning off your face, but I got sidetracked cleaning the evidence off the couch, and I crashed right after that.”
Oh. So Alkim did forget to clean me, but it was because he was trying to protect my reputation. How sweet of him!
“Yeah, I guess I wouldn’t have wanted her to see me like that either. Ugh, we shouldn’t have done that in the living room, I don’t know what I was thinking!”
Alkim laughed, warmly, “Well, I sure as hell wasn’t thinking at all about the consequences right then,” he placed one manly hand on her thigh, “I was completely sucked into your performance.” He winked.
Mikaella shouldn’t have found that flattering, shouldn’t have just let him put his hands wherever he wanted at ten in the morning, yet she did. Somehow, crude as Alkim was being, every word out of his mouth managed to improve her mood.
“God, Mikaella, I still can’t get over just how much you made me cum. It was so much more than I’ve ever shot off at once. It was, like, ten orgasms. I don’t know what you did to me, but it must have put my balls into overdrive. I’m honestly surprised I wasn’t the one to pass out from dehydration, felt like I was cumming for almost a solid minute.”
Oh my goooood!
This morning she had been disgusted by the sight of cum on her face. Now she couldn’t stop thinking about what it would be like to taste him again, to be showered in his essence completely. A minute-long-cumshot sounded so, soooo fucking delicious. She didn’t notice until a bit of drool escaped from the corners of her mouth that her salivary glands had kicked into overdrive. She pretended to cough and wiped the drool away with her elbow, and swallowed the rest.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Mhmm!” What the fuck is wrong with me? I need one of those sucky-thingies that dentists use.
“Honestly, Mikaella, I was kinda worried after that. Guys don’t just cum like that, right? I mean, have you ever seen something like that before?”
“No.” But I’d sure like to.
“Like, what if there's something medically wrong with me, my glands, my balls? Or was I just backed up? Is this gonna happen again? I have no fucking idea!” Alkim groaned, threw up his hands, and fell backward onto his mattress. “This isn’t the kind of thing you can just WebMD.”
Mikaella hadn’t thought about it until then—she was too busy thinking about getting bukkaked—but that had to be a pretty alarming thing for a guy to suddenly cum ten times as much. She scooted up the bed until she was looking down at his face. He looked genuinely upset, and she felt a pang of sympathy hit her, or maybe several pangs.
Poor guy! I should cheer him up.
Mikaella bit her lip.
“Do-do you want me to help? Help you find out, I mean, if it’ll happen again?”
His eyes went wide at her suggestion.
Oh my god! Why did I say that? He’s gonna think I’m such a fucking slut!
“Nevermind, forget I said anything!”
Embarrassed beyond words, Mikaella turned away from him, and wrapped her arms around her head, trying to make herself small. But Alkim was too nice to leave her all embarrassed. Instead, he wrapped one arm around her body, pulled her tightly against his chest, and gently, yet firmly pushed her chin up till they were face to face. Then he brushed a tear from her eyes.
“You’d really do that, for me?” he asked.
She nodded immediately. He smiled his perfect smile down at her—bless his dentist-parents!—and tenderly kissed her on the lips.
That single kiss was a rolling stone that set off an avalanche of emotions.
Mikaella had only been dating middle-aged men as a means of survival for the last two years. Ever since she’d graduated high school, she’d followed her mother’s advice. “It’s better to be the toy of an old man than the slave of a young man.”
What a load of bullshit!
Mikaella forgot what it felt like to have butterflies in her stomach, forgot how good it felt to be held by someone she was actually attracted to. When was the last time she’d actually kissed a man because she’d wanted to? When was the last time she’d had such tight, strong hands and her waist? When was the last time she’d gotten wet from hands that weren't hers?
Two years of sterile, contractual sex with sad, old geezers. Sure those old fuckers paid her, but did they ever make her fucking spam and eggs in the morning. This wasn't a transaction, it was mutual attraction.
God, how he attracted her. The longer the kiss went on the more her face pressed into his. But Alkim pulled back, and she almost gasped at the sudden loss of contact.
Jesus, I’m fucking losing it here.
He smiled, flashing his perfect teeth, and pushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’d love that. You’re a very generous person, Mikaella, truly. I’m really glad we’re housemates”
“Me too,” she sighed, almost high from just a taste of him.
The moment was ruined when someone knocked on Alkim’s door.
“Fuck, gotta get that lock fixed.” He sprang up from the bed, opened his door, and stepped out into the hallway. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back,” he said, shutting the door behind him. Mikaella could just barely make out him saying “Hey, Kate, what’s up?”
Fuck! Kate again? The titty monster was once again hogging Alkim’s limited attention span.
Mikaella sighed in frustration and fell back against the bed. Once again her nose was assaulted by that heady Alkim smell, but even more powerfully this time. She inhaled slowly, taking it all in. She felt so relaxed, and no longer saw the point in being jealous of her lesbian housemate. Well, at least she’ll have him hard for me when he gets back.
Alkim should try bottling this scent. He could call it Stud Fauxs.
She giggled at the thought, and felt her skin flush again with heat, like the warm glow from a stiff drink.
He could charge whatever he wanted so long as I got to feel like this. She wondered why he bothered with antiperspirants when his perspirants smelled this damn good, and resolved to get him to stop.
Mikaella realized that she should get herself ready for him. She tied her hair back, both to keep her face clear, and in case Alkim wanted something to hold onto. Then, she used her phone camera to check her appearance, and, despite her lack of preparation, she looked pretty good. An hour ago she’d been concerned with the darker skin around her eyes, but now she started to appreciate the effect. After all, it was just a slightly faded version of the same face she spent a half hour on yesterday, and it was still sexier than no-makeup. Wasn’t that the dream; not having to stand in front of the mirror and summon the dexterity of a calligrapher for thirty minutes every time she wanted to impress some guy? Plus, makeup was fucking expensive, and right now Mikaella was in savings mode until she found some income.
Alkim returned a couple minutes later, with a little more sweat on his forehead. “Fuck is it hot today.” He fanned himself with his tank top.
Hot today, or just hot for those Katie-Cow udders?
"What did Kate want?”
“Oh, uh, she just wanted to know if I was up and if she could eat some of the breakfast I made.” He had an empty mason jar in his hand.
“What's that for?” she asked. He looked like he’d forgotten he was holding something.
Jeez, just the sight of Kate’s major boobage was enough to distract him from getting head. Maybe I should have gotten those implants after all…
“Hmm? Oh, right. Okay, so, I wanted to approach this scientifically, get as much data as I can. Last night I kind of lost track of everything; the volume, the duration of the orgasm. I’d probably need that info before I can really see a doctor about this.”
“Mhm.” Whatever you say, handsome.
“So I figured, the best way to get the volume would be to catch it in something, so I went to the kitchen and grabbed this mason jar with little measuring lines on the side.”
He held the jar up to show her the measuring lines, then placed it down on the nightstand.
“So I'll need to cum into this jar to get an actual measurement, and I guess time my orgasm with my phone.”
Oh my god! Mikaella had to bite her lip to silence a gasp. She really, really, really wanted to see if he could actually cum in fluid ounces.
“... okay then,” she agreed, trying not to sound too eager.
“Sorry, I know this isn't my most romantic idea, but-”
Nevermind, he thought she wasn’t eager enough. It was time to change tactics. Mikaella practically lunged at his face, half kissing, half licking.
“I want to help! I want to help! Please, please let me help!” she panted.
After a minute of feverish tongue-lashing, Alkim finally broke contact, leaning back on his elbows. Her heart was racing, and she felt so, so hot, but she began to regain her senses.
At some point she must have climbed onto his lap and straddled him. She could feel his hard dick in his shorts poking her ass. Suddenly remembering the state of her clothes this morning, Mikaella decided to be proactive in avoiding additional cum stains. She quickly shed everything but her panties, and flung clothes away from the bed in every direction, hopefully out of the potential splash zone.
Only when she was completely naked did she realize that would have been a good opportunity to perform a strip tease or something to get him in the mood. But she was well past caring about foreplay. All she cared about was getting that dick into her mouth.
Mikaella got down on her knees by his bedside, right onto the hardwood. Alkim stopped to give her a pillow to put under her knees. That was thoughtful of him, she knew that on some level, but right then she didn’t care for the interruption. She tugged his shorts and underwear down and off in one go.
Freed, at last. Alkim’s dick flopped out right before her. It was already half hard, just below horizontal, like it wanted to be ready for her. She beheld its magnificence, pressed her nose to it and inhaled deeply. The heady, pussy-melting aroma—had her sinuses ever been this clear?—hit her like a big fat line.
And then the balls. Fuck, they’re huge! She'd never seen anything like them up close. Like two jumbo eggs that promised her an amazing surplus of cum. She caressed them, gently, and kissed each one. Alkim twitched above her.
Now for the main event. Mikaella gripped that magnificent dick with both hands. It throbbed powerfully, enough that she could feel his pulse speeding up in response to her touch. He was rock hard, yet his uncut, pristine skin was so, soooo soft, and she delighted at the feeling of his many veins that mapped out over the surface. She jerked his dick slowly, reverently, and watched with rapt attention as the head came free from his foreskin, and a single drop of precum welled up for her.
This is it! Oh God, oh God, oh God! It's really happening!
That was as much foreplay as she could endure.
Mikaella opened wide and sealed her lips around the head of his big, fat cock. Then she sucked, and sucked, and sucked. Almost immediately she was rewarded with a spray of precum that coated her entire tongue.
A moan welled up from deep within her. It came automatically. She didn't know what had come over her, and she didn't really care.
He tasted even better than she’d dreamed. That perfect balance of sweet, salty, umami, and pure dopamine. She wanted to savor that delicious nectar, but before she knew it her tongue had licked and lapped it all up. His offering was collected in the back of her mouth, and she couldn’t resist gulping it down instantly.
Her salivary glands got to work like never before, making sure every square inch of dick was perfectly slick, frictionless. Every nerve between Mikaella’s lips and her pussy was instantly activated, and parts of her brain that she couldn't have picked out on a diagram lit up like a Christmas tree.
Her clit throbbed powerfully, begging for her attention. Unthinking, she dropped one hand between her legs and started rubbing away at her clit, brushing past her diamond hard nipples in the process and sending shivers up her spine, as if her entire body was innervated for his pleasure. Her pussy was already sopping wet just from ten seconds of this blowjob. She actually felt selfish for using that hand on herself instead of on Alkim’s two-hand-worthy-cock, but he didn’t seem to mind, palming the back of her head, but not forcing her down. He just tenderly stroked her hair as she continued to suck him off. She shivered again from the affection.
So sweet! So generous of him!
Mikaella tried to say “Thank you!” out loud, but her lips never disengaged from his cock, and all that came out was garbled mumbling. Alkim may not have understood, but his cock seemed to enjoy the vibrations all the same, twitching and shooting even more delicious precum onto her tongue to reward her. She sucked it up greedily, and took even more of the shaft into her mouth.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!
“Oh, fuuuuck… Mikaella…”
He moaned from her efforts, and she did the same. Their flimsy pretext about her helping him figure out a medical problem long since forgotten. Mikaella felt like one of those ravers rolling absolute tits, sucking on a pacifier while EDM blasted from oversized concert speakers through her entire body, except this was so much hotter, and infinitely more fulfilling.
Mikaella couldn't stop blowing him. She didn't want to stop, but when he called her name all she could do was mumble around his cock, and then her mouth would keep on sucking. Could she stop? Her jaw felt a bit sore, and she tried to make her mouth close just a little more, but the muscles wouldn’t comply. Another spray of delicious precum, and she forgot all about the soreness. Her jaws stayed wide open for him, and the blowjob continued. It almost felt like she was blowing him on autopilot, like her body knew what it had to do, and her brain was just along for the ride.
And what a fucking ride it was.
Her almost instinctive approach to oral sex might have alarmed her, if she wasn't enjoying herself so much. Instead, it allowed her mind to wander, while she continued to bob and suck and stroke in a cocksucking trance.
Of all the things to be reminded of while sucking dick, Mikaella thought about church: getting down on her knees, praying, drinking the Blood of Christ.
The rituals were supposed to connect you to God. All the people at church always said so, her mom said so, and Mikaella had to do what her mom said. But cheap-ass wine, and dusty old scriptures didn’t really do it for her once she hit her teens. Mikaella had to fake that connection just to placate her mom and aunties,just so they wouldn’t think she was with the devil or something. Just like she'd been faking her orgasms to placate her sugar daddies.
Now, Mikaella had found her own way of worshipping, of drinking god’s offerings, and she wouldn't have to fake the connection, or the orgasms, ever again.
Another of Alkim’s moans snapped her back to the moment. How long had it been since she started? Five minutes? An hour? Mikaella didn’t really care. If she had a watch right now she didn’t think she would have checked, it would have distracted from her cocksucking. Somehow the soreness in her cheeks had faded, despite her never taking a break from hollowing them in and out with each bob of her head.
I can't believe I've been living under the same roof as this magical dick for two months and I'm only now finding out about it.
She blamed Kate and Vicky. If they’d just sucked him off or fucked him, they would have blabbed (Vicky for sure) then she could have gotten the inside scoop and tried it for herself. She almost came at just the thought getting dicked down raw like this, but she’d have to save that for later. No matter how much she wanted to get fucked right now (a lot!), she NEEDED to blow him. If his precum alone was this good, the actual cumshot promised to be so, so much more.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop! I’m getting close!”
More magical words had never been spoken to her. Her body knew exactly what to do. A mixture of spit and precum bubbled out from her lips to lube his shaft up even more. Some of it dripped onto her naked chest, but she took no notice. Mikaella moved her other hand back onto his dick and jerked faster, adding a twisting motion that made his cock twitch, and his thighs quiver. She licked and lapped all around the head of his cock, pleading, begging for that cum.
Alkim had let her set the pace of this blowjob so far, but as he got closer to finishing he started to take the reins into his own hands, literally. He gripped her ponytail tightly, possessively. Fuck was that hot. He put more weight onto his feet, and bucked his hips slightly, sending even more cock into Mikaella’s thirsty maw, leaving her barely enough room to breathe through her nose.
She welcomed it. Anything to help him cum!
He grunted. His cock lurched. Somehow, Mikaella managed to open even wider.
The first shot sprayed the back of her throat, blasting her uvula with unexpected force, instantly causing her to gag.
Mikaella wasn’t prepared for that, and her body pulled back automatically. The need to breathe was so strong that she did actually try to pull off completely, but her lips remembered their mission, and stayed clamped around the head of his cock, even as her body tried to cough her airways clean.
The second shot coated her tongue.
Holyfuckingshitsofuckinggoodohmygodohmygodohmygooooood!
It was pure, liquid sex, concentrated far beyond normal human experience. She rubbed her clit so fast that she might have rubbed it down to the nub, if not for the lubrication her pussy started gushing out the moment that magic cum reached her taste buds. Mikaella's body and mind were rocked by waves of orgasmic pleasure. Yet, even as her body convulsed in ecstasy, her mouth remained locked around Alkim’s cockhead, desperate not to lose out on her reward.
The third shot filled her mouth to the brim. Her mouth kept working, lapping all over, sucking more up from his pipes, and gulping down as much as she could between desperate breaths.
The deluge continued. Alkim was unstoppable, like the incoming tide. Every lurch of his dick sent another stream of cum shooting into her mouth, and every mouthful she swallowed was instantly replenished.
A week prior, if someone asked Mikaella for her opinion on blowjobs, she would have said they were a bit degrading, but very easy money. Now, she would have definitely paid money just to blow Alkim. She felt like an oil baron who’d just struck a massive well. I’m cum rich! It was an incredible feeling.
Somehow, despite her best efforts, his balls had managed to outpace her swallowing, and she was rapidly losing control over his seemingly-endless orgasm. Yet she was both unable and unwilling to take her mouth away from his gushing cock. Mikaella’s body craved it more than the air she breathed, and her brain seemed to be in complete agreement.
Alkim must have either noticed her struggling, or finally remembered his plan to get the volume of his ejaculation. His hand left Mikaella’s hair, and reappeared right beside her mouth, holding that mason jar. With his other hand, he pulled his still-cumming cock out of her suckling mouth. Now freed, she swallowed one more load, and gasped for air. One more huge cumshot managed to hit Mikaella’s cheek, adding to the cum spilling out over her chin, before he got the jar’s mouth over his spurting cockhead.
And it still wouldn’t end. Mikaella watched, enraptured, as each spray hit the glass with surprising force, sending splashes of cum splattering all over the inside of the jar, until it was fully coated, and no longer transparent.
Holy fucking shit!
Alkim’s twitching cock hosed down the mason jar, spraying, and gushing, and shooting out delicious cum, until, eventually, the blasts slowed down to a trickle. When the cum finally stopped flowing, wiped the head of his cock off on the rim of the jar, and placed it down on the nightstand next to his bed.
“Holy fucking- I mean, Jesus… I didn’t know it was possible to cum that much.” He brought both hands to his temples and started rubbing. “Goddamn, I think I need… some water… replace those fluids.” He sat back down on the bed.
The motion sent his still-hard cock swinging, and Mikaella’s eyes locked onto the glistening tip. There was still some cum left around the head, about as much as a normal man’s entire ejaculation. Mikaella wasn’t going to let it go to waste.
“How did I- oh wow…” he lost focus once her mouth wrapped once more around his cockhead.
She hummed, happily. The feelings it stirred in her were not as nearly powerful as they were from a full blast of the stuff, but it still felt far too good to pass up. After a few moments licking all over his cock, and swallowing repeatedly, the taste of it finally thinned out, rinsed away by her own saliva. Only once she was satisfied that she’d gotten every last drop did she finally release him from her mouth.
“All clean!” She giggled, opening her mouth to show him she’d swallowed everything he’d given her.
But he wasn’t really paying attention. Mikaella had been so caught up with getting all the cum that she hadn’t noticed that Alkim was panting heavily, his body glistening with sweat from his exertions. Aside from his flagging erection, he looked more like a marathon runner than someone who just got his dick sucked. I guess cumming like a god is some serious exercise.
He laid back on the bed, exhausted, and her attention returned to the jar of cum. Now that it was vertical, she was able to get a read on how much he’d cum.
100mL! His cum passed the 100mL line! She could hardly believe it. Then, she remembered that was only the amount that managed to reach the jar. She wiped her cheek with one hand, and it came away completely coated in the stuff. All this was just one shot? Soooo much deliciousness… She’d already licked all of it from her fingers and palm before remembering that she’d meant to wipe it off on the rim of the jar and combine it with the rest. Fuck! How much cum did I fucking swallow?!
Her hands went to her tummy. She felt a strange but pleasant warmth travel through her. Between the breakfast he’d cooked her, and all the cum he’d shot into her mouth, she felt very, very full.
In high school this might have been the point when she’d go to the bathroom and throw up the extra calories. But there was no fucking way she was going to purge this load.
Alkim had apparently recovered enough to sit up straight, and was now inspecting the jar himself, holding it up at eye level.
“Holy fucking shit! One-hundred milliliters?! I came a hundred-fucking-milliliters?!!? What is that, like, a third of a soda can???”
Mikaella had no idea how many milliliters were in a can of soda, but she knew he’d definitely gone far beyond whatever was in that jar.
“Maybe twice that? I think? I swallowed a looooot of your cum. Mhmmmm” Mikaella hummed, and rubbed at her throat, still feeling the warmth from his seed flowing down her gullet. She completely forgot that she was supposed to be concerned, not delighted, over his new god-gasms.
“Two-hundred… last night I knew I must have came a lot, but, fucking hell, Mikaella, this is… that’s not normal.”
Yeah, way better than normal!
“You’re definitely not normal, but that’s okay!” She tried to reassure him.
For a moment, he just stared at the cum jar, only processing what she said a few seconds later. “How? How is that okay? What the fuck am I supposed to do about this?”
He dangled the jar in front of her. She almost grabbed for it, but thought better of it at the last second.
He needs to see that this is a blessing, not a curse.
“Don’t you see? It’s like…it’s like your superpower, ya know?”
He frowned. “Right, so, my superpower is cumming a lot?”
Not just cum, dummy! Perfect cum! Perfect cock! Perfect to suck on!
“Okay, think of it this way. Like, didn’t that feel really really good to cum for, like, a whole minute there? Most guys can only manage a few seconds.”
He considered that for a moment. “Well… yeah, I guess it did.”
He needs to know how much I want it, how much I want him.
“It felt really, really, really good for me too. Also, um, your cum tastes fucking incredible… it’s… indescribable.” She grasped the jar in both hands. “Do you mind if I…” He let her have it. “Thank you!” She put her lips to the edge of the jar, and tipped it back.
“Ohhhh… wow, Mikaella…” He watched, amazed, as she eagerly gulped down mouthfuls of his seed.
For the second time in as many minutes, Mikaella tasted pure bliss. She squealed in delight, gulped, and gulped, tipping the jar back ever further to keep up the flow of his intoxicating seed.
“MHHHMMM!” she squealed in delight.
Instinctively, she slid one hand back down between her thighs. This time, she didn’t bother with her clit, and dove two fingers straight into her pussy, as far as they would go. She was immediately rewarded with yet another orgasm, and the walls of her pussy squeezed so tightly around her fingers that she couldn’t pull her hand back.
She wasn’t sure how long it all lasted, but she eventually drank the full load. A few seconds later she finished convulsing, and her pussy finally released her fingers. Panting heavily, she held up her glistening hand for Alkim’s inspection. “I don’t think it's normal for a girl to cum twice from drinking your cum either, but I’m not complaining.”
His jaw was slack with disbelief, “Twice! You came twice from that?”
“Mhm!” She was already trying to get the remainder out with her fingers, scooping it up into her mouth like leftover cookie dough. “Mmmmm! I told you, it’s really yummy! Next time you want to cook me breakfast, make pancakes, and use this instead of maple syrup.”
“Oh my god, Mikaella… this is insane. Insane! Come on, doesn’t any of this freak you out, even just a little?”
She thought about it for a moment, then simply answered “Nope!”
Mikaella was somehow both excited as hell from what they'd just done, and oddly quite relaxed. She wasn’t really worried at all. If anything, tasting his cum had sapped her worries away. Yesterday she’d been freaking out the size of her tits, about her sugar daddy, about money, about holding onto her apartment. Now, she was just thinking about how incredible she felt, and how she owed it all to her new favorite housemate.
Mikaella wondered for years if she was depressed, like, clinically. Though, she could never justify the expense, so she'd never actually seen a therapist, never gotten on antidepressants.
Now, there was no doubt left in her mind. If this is how happiness feels, then she'd never been truly happy in her entire life, not until today. And now, she’d never need to try any antidepressants.
She liked alcohol, she liked weed, and she liked coke. She fucking loved this dick. It was better than all other drugs blended together into a chemical smoothie of pure doped-up happiness, and it didn't cause drowsiness, dizziness, or even dry-mouth . No, she felt very, very much aware of everything, and she was going to stay glued to this dick for as long as it could make her feel like this. Whatever it took. Mikaella knew it would be worth it.
“You made me feel soooo good. What could be so bad about that?”
“Well, it’s just… how do I know this isn’t a serious medical problem?”
“I don’t know?” She shrugged. “Maybe see a doctor then, if you think you need to. But, I think you’re fine. Better than fine! And I want you to know that I, um, I really like you the way you are…” Got to secure my supply. “... and I’m down to help out… whenever you need me, really.”
His eyes widened, clearly enticed by her offer of infinite future blowjobs. “You’d really do that, for me?”
“Mhm! Anything you want! I want to help you cum like crazy, as many times as you can! I want to taste you again, and again, and again!”
Alkim slumped back against the wall, seeming genuinely stunned by both her admission, and her ravenous enthusiasm. He looked like he was thinking really hard. Mikaella didn’t want to overwhelm him, so she just waited for him to catch up.
“Actually, Mikaella… you just gave me an idea.”
“What kind of idea?” I hope the idea involves more blowjobs.
“A way for us to both get everything we want.”
Oooooh, I like the sound of that. “I’m listening.”
“Okay, so, you know how neither of us have jobs now.”
Rude! But, true. “Mhm.”
“We both need to start making some money, and soon. You like giving me head, and I like getting head.”
Yes.
“I was thinking, what if we kill two birds with one stone?”
“How?” She asked.
“Vicky told me her friend tried camgirling and ended up making a ton of money, and that was just by doing solo stuff, like masturbating into a cheap webcam. People will pay a lot more for two people doing things together. I promise, I’m not just saying this as a way to get my dick sucked, but I think we could really make some good money here, just doing what we both already want to do, but for a live audience.”
Oh. My. God.
“This would be during your own hours, on your terms.”
Yes!
“No more old men telling you what to do.”
YES!
“Just recording blowjobs from the comfort of our own home.”
YES! YES! YES!
“You’re hot, a lot smaller than me, and my loads are ridiculous… so, maybe that could be our gimmick?”
YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES! YES!
Alkim just kept going, not understanding that he’d had her at “You like giving me head.”
“I could handle all the technical stuff. I’ve actually got some camera equipment we could use…” He rummaged around under his bed until he pulled out a camera bag. “...a Nikon D3500 I got from my uncle, and a GoPro with a head strap that we could rig for point-of-view shots.”
No start up costs! She’d have to remind him later to keep them somewhere that thieving bitch Hannah couldn’t find them.
And his sales pitch continued. “Plus, I already have some video editing experience from my time on YouTube, before Google bought it, back in the ancient days of Dragon Ball Z AMVs…”
Every single word out of his mouth made her so hot that she just couldn’t take anymore. Mikaella jumped up onto his lap and started kissing him furiously, no regard for just how much of his own load she was inadvertently returning.
“Mwah!” She pulled back, hearts in her eyes. “Alkim! You’re a fucking genius!” Mikaella had never imagined she could feel so much for someone after so little time together. Maybe that’s why Kate let him move in here after just a weekend. Except, she wasn’t even getting free cum out of him. Idiot.
He put the camera away and smiled back at her, “Sooo, I take it you’re in?”
“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! I'm all in, all the way, baby!” She kissed him again, and he kissed her back,
“Okay then. That’s settled. I guess now all we need is a name for our page.”
“Like, a name just for me, or a name for both of us?”
“Huh.” He tapped under his chin, visibly puzzled. “I’m not actually sure. Probably you? I can think of a few porn couples, but they’re all under the girl’s name.”
Couple! She was so happy to hear him say that word that she forgot about the “porn” qualifier. The newly minted couple spent the next few minutes brainstorming together, and eventually came up with the perfect name, one that was both catchy and perfect for a tiny, Asian girl that gave amazing head. And when it turned out that was already taken, they went with the next best name they could think of.
“Oral-B! I love it!” She hugged him around his waist, nuzzling her head into his crotch while he soothingly stroked her hair.
Fuck you mom! I'm no one’s employee, no one’s toy, and no one's slave! I'm gonna be a star, AND a fucking business partner!
In fact, Mikaella had partnered herself with Alkim in more ways than one. When she drank his cum and fingered herself silly, she’d done so impulsively, and instinctively, with not a thought spared for the cum slathered onto her fingers, and the millions upon millions of errant sperm cells shoved up her pussy.