Chemical Control
Bonding
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
Alkim and Mikaella hang out.
Alkim
When Alkim got out of his shower, Kate was holed up in her room, apparently busy with online shopping, and probably ready to go to work at the Karaoke bar, so he left her to it.
Mikaella found him again in the living room. “Heyyyyy,” she began. Alkim braced himself for more weirdness.
“Are you free? I need to do some shopping, and I don’t have a car. Any chance you could drive me to goodwill and groceries? Pleeeaaaase?” Mikaella pleaded, actually batting her eyelashes at him.
Alkim liked to stay helpful, that way no one minded that he wasn’t actually paying any rent. “Sure, I can drive.” At least she didn’t try to smell him again.
They got into Alkim’s battered, old BMW convertible. His air-conditioning was broken, so they drove with the top down to the nearest goodwill.
Mikaella was definitely the thriftiest person in the house. Alkim couldn’t imagine any of the other girls wearing second-hand clothes from goodwill, but everyone else came from a solidly upper middle class background.
When they got inside, she wasted no time piling up clothes in her arms up to her chin. Alkim wanted to be helpful. “Need me to hold your purse while you try things on?” he offered.
“Really? You’d do that for me?” Mikaella seemed surprised he was willing to temporarily carry a purse, as if doing so might hurt his street cred, or cause him to spontaneously grow a vagina.
“Yeah, of course.”
“Thanks!” She handed over her purse, then went off trying out new outfits, while Alkim busied himself looking through the loose items and books. Most of them were self-help books, or the kind of trash you’d find in an airport convenience store, but he did find a copy of Trevor Noah’s “Born a Crime,” and a book about the making of the BBC Earth documentary, “Planet Earth.” Alkim snatched both for just five bucks, an excellent bargain.
After thirty-ish minutes Mikaella had found the clothes she needed, and they went on to groceries. Alkim’s Costco card was another bonus to the household, at least until his dad kicked him off the family membership. Mikaella bought a ton of canned spam, a box of dollar ramen, and some flavored water packets. Alkim just grabbed some rotisserie chicken, veggies to cook tomorrow, a metal water bottle for Kate, a tall bottle of vodka, and some mixers. They weren't exactly out of booze, but Alkim always preferred to have backups.
Fuck is it hot today. The drive back had them still sweating from the afternoon sun, even with the convertible top and windows down to provide maximum airflow.
When they got back home they found a bunch of empty takeout containers in the kitchen, but no Kate. Her door was shut, and it seemed like her lights were off.
Guess she went to work. Karaoke nights could run really late, so he figured he wouldn’t see her until tomorrow afternoon.
After Alkim put away the groceries he parked himself on the couch and dicked around on his phone for a bit.
“Hey, Alkim,” Mikaella called out from the kitchen, “I’m making a drink, you want one?”
I could definitely use a drink after today’s awkwardness. “Sure, thanks!” he yelled back.
After a minute, Mikaella walked into the living room with what looked like a vodka tonic in each hand, handing the larger one to Alkim.
“I made yours a double, because I know you have a high tolerance,” she said with a wink.
“That's very thoughtful of you.” Alkim really appreciated that; it took double-digit numbers of drinks just to get him tipsy.
As Alkim took the proffered drink, he couldn’t help but appreciate the appearance of his housemate. Mikealla had changed into a dark blue tube top and a black miniskirt, which had the wonderful effect of showing off her taut abs and slender legs. Mikaella was lacking in curves compared to the rest of the household, but she could definitely hold her own in a contest of fuckability.
"I like your outfit, did you buy it today?” he asked.
“Thanks! I did!” she beamed from the attention. “And thanks for driving me around, the bus would have taken foreverrrr.” Mikaella took a swig of her drink. “Mind if I join you?”
“Be my guest,” he gestured at the empty space to his left. Technically, he was still the guest in this house, but she had the grace not to call him out on it.
Mikaella set her drink down on the coffee table, and sat down right next to Alkim, thigh to thigh. She rested her head against his left shoulder, and began to scroll through her Instagram feed. He wondered if she’d already had a couple drinks before she came in here.
“Comfy?”
“Hmm? Yeah… Thanks for being so chill about, well, everything really. You’re not like most other guys I know… I mean, like, you’re here, with a bunch of girls and you never seem to really notice all the nudity. You don’t make us feel like we need to cover up, you never make things weird, or try to push any boundaries.” Ironically, she chose exactly that moment to put a hand on his shorts, drumming her long, pink nails on his thigh.
Mikaella was usually a bit on the anxious side, yet right now she seemed surprisingly relaxed compared to how she was before his gym session. She’d also never been this flirty with him before. Alkim wasn’t one to shoo away cute girls that wanted to get closer to him, but Mikaella’s behavior was all over the place today, and he needed to get to the bottom of it.
“You feeling okay, Mikaella?” he asked.
She took another sip of her drink, then answered, “I am now, but I really wasn’t in a good place this morning. Work stuff, you know?” She shrugged.
He nodded. Of course, Alkim couldn’t really know. He had no idea what it was like doing what she did; faking affection towards older men, dating and fucking them for money. It sounded very draining, and she’d never seemed comfortable talking about it in the past. He knew that her lifestyle probably bothered the girl a lot more than she let on, but didn't want to press the issue.
Mikaella continued, “My, uh, client,” she took another sip of her drink, as if to fortify herself, “My sugar daddy—you guys met him once, right? Remember, that weird party I took you guys to at his house?”
“He’s a doctor, right?” Alkim remembered. It was not every day he was in the townhouse of a medical doctor, doing lines of ketamine, and dancing with Vicky on expensive light-up floor tiles. Nice party. Weird guy though, and definitely the kind of guy that would pay a nineteen-year-old for sex.
“Yeah, him.” She took another swig. “Well, we had a bit of a dispute…” Mikaella was being a lot more forthcoming about sugar-babying than usual.
“It’s fine,” he said, reassuringly, “I get that’s sensitive stuff. You don’t need to explain yourself.”
“No, I think I need to vent, or I’ll go fucking crazy holding it in. That… fucking prick! Asshole fucking ambushed me yesterday, offered to ‘renegotiate our exclusivity contract’, but strongly hinted he’d like it if I got a fucking boobjob first. Offered to get one of his plastic surgeon friends to do the surgery, get me a fat discount. And, of course, he generously offered to let me ‘work off my debt,’” Mikaella switched from air quotes to miming a blowjob and rolled her eyes, “Told him I’d think about it, but I’m not. I don’t want to go under the knife just to hand that asshole my leash. Fuck that noise. He’s lucky I didn’t write a scathing review online for his pediatric office.” She downed half her drink and let out a sigh, sinking a bit more into Alkim’s side.
Implants? Pediatric office!?
That certainly explained why she blew up earlier about Kate trying to shrink her boobs, and why she wanted to know about drugs that could expand her bust. This wasn’t just about looks for Mikaella, this was her livelihood at stake.
“That must have been really rough, I’m sorry you had to make that choice in the first place.”
“Thanks. I think I’d look way too trashy with implants anyway. It's just too much of an LA cliche, especially here in fucking K-Town.”
She had a point. K-Town was basically Mecca for working class So-Cal women that wanted cosmetic surgery but couldn’t afford to get it done in Beverly Hills.
“Plus the recovery time on those surgeries can be pretty brutal,” he added.
“Yeah, fuck that, and fuck him!” Mikaella lifted her drink in salute.
“Cheers! I’ll drink to that.” Alkim grabbed his own glass.
The pair clinked glasses together and finished off their drinks.
“Guess I have a month to find some income before I’m totally fucked.”
“Well I’d be more than happy to help you find another job, there’s probably an opening at the restaurant. Or at least there will be, I’m actually thinking of quitting myself.”
“And I suppose waiting tables is too shitty of a job for you, because you went to college, but not for me, huh?”
Shit, she really is in a sensitive mood today. “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, just that it's an option if you need to take it.”
She sighed. “It’s fine. I really appreciate the thought, but I don’t think I wanna be a waitress either. I've been a maid once and that was bad enough without dealing with handsy drunk people and hot grills.” She took another swig of her drink. He wasn’t surprised that she’d had other shitty jobs before turning to sex work, but the image of her in a French maid outfit lodged in his brain.“But that’s a problem for tomorrow. Right now I just want to get fucked up and forget about that asshole. Now, are you going to help me with that, or what?”
“Fuck yeah, I’m in.” Alkim wasn’t one to turn down a good binge drinking session, and this seemed a better excuse than most.
“Cool. Want to do some shots?”
“That sounds great.” This would be his first with just Mikaella, without any of the other girls present.
Mikaella got up and retrieved a bottle of vodka and two of Alkim’s Game of Thrones shot glasses from the kitchen, the dragon and the lion. She poured them each a shot. Alkim took the dragon glass, Mikaella the lion.
“Cheers!” They said in unison, and downed their shots.
Alkim leaned back into the couch. This time, Mikaella cuddled into his side, resting her head on his left pec. This was getting quite a bit more heated, and she was definitely being way more affectionate than usual.
Fuck it.
Alkim decided to take a different kind of shot and see where this night took him. He wrapped an arm around Mikaella’s shoulder and pulled her slender body into his. Mikaella seemed to go along with it, but she one-upped his advances by scooting onto his lap. Alkim felt the tight curve of her ass grinding against his crotch, and he started to stiffen.
Mikaella tossed her straight black hair over her shoulder and covered her mouth as if to say “oops,” when they both knew she knew exactly what she was doing.
Despite that promising start, they just sat together like that for a while, watching some baking show of Mikaella’s that Alkim couldn’t get into. Though neither had moved, and Alkim was sweating a bit from the extra heat of her body, things had cooled down between them. Both were scrolling on their phones when Mikaella let out an “Oh my fucking god!”
“What?” Alkim assumed he missed something from.the show, but Mikaella was staring intensely at her phone. “What is it?” he repeated, curious.
Mikaella didn’t say anything, just lifted her phone up to Alkim’s face.
“Holy shit!” Alkim couldn’t contain his amazement. It was a picture from Kate’s Instagram story; a close up of her insane cleavage being pushed together by her elbows with the caption ‘Body has been bodying extra hard today.’
Fuck yeah it was. Jesus. Her body wasn’t the only thing that was extra hard. Alkim never went below half mast with Mikaella’s ass in his lap, but the sight of Kate’s cleavage took him to full stiffness in seconds.
Mikaella took her phone back and glanced down between her legs at his dick. “Oh my god, you asshole!” She let out an exaggerated harrumph and turned away from him indignantly.
Alkim realized he fucked up, betrayed by his own tit obsession. Here was Mikaella, a girl who’d just been betrayed by her sugar daddy who wanted her to have bigger boobs, sitting on his lap, and he had to fuck it up by getting hard at a picture of his best friend, Kate the titty monster. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he groaned.
“Whatever.” She said coolly, “Not that your preferences are much of a secret around here.”
“Hey, I like things besides Kate’s huge boobs.” It was a weak defense, but Alkim had to say something.
“Suuuuuuure. ‘Everyone’s beautiful in their own way,’ right? You know, I knew you were into Kate but, you’ve really got it bad for her, huh? She must get you sooooo hard,” she ground herself into his boner for emphasis, “All. The. Time.”
Alkim stifled a groan and planted his hands onto Mikaella’s narrow waist, and she made no attempt to discourage him.
“I bet it must be pure torture.”
“Honestly? You have no fucking idea.”
She smirked back at him. “Enlighten me.”
“Well, I saw her nipples when I first came to this house, and she’s been about as conservative with her dress ever since. Last week she asked me to help her find her vape and I saw her fucking bare pussy when she bent over to check under her blankets. The craziest part is that I’m never sure if she just forgets to wear clothes or if she’s doing it on purpose.”
“Nah, she’s just like that, was always doing that before you came in. Vicky told me Kate once sat down right on her bed, bare pussy on her sheets and everything. Fucking gross.”
“Yikes, but I guess it’s nice to know she isn’t just trying to fuck with me. But yeah, that’s not even the half of it. Just a few days ago, she told me before we did DMT that we shouldn’t waste any of it, and her brilliant idea was to shotgun each hit into each other’s mouths.”
“Oh my god! Ahahahaha!” Mikaella was cackling. “Did you get a boner that time?”
“How could I not? Oh god, I just remembered, like two weeks after I moved in. Remember when she was all obsessed with that one weird goth-hippie chick… Ganymede! That was it! Fucking Changed her legal name to Ganymede!”
“Oh right! I remember her, the white chick with tats and fucking pink dreads!”
“I know right? What the fuck was she thinking?” They both laughed at the memory.“Only in LA! Hahahaha. You know that joke: what does a lesbian bring to a third date?”
“No, I don’t. What?”
“A U-Haul!”
Mikaella laughed so hard she almost spit out her drink. “That’s so fucking her, every time.”
Alkim topped them both off with more vodka and mixer.
“Right? That was Kate, one-hundred-percent, all-in, fuckin planing out her life with this ridiculous girl, and she seriously fucking asked me if I would donate my sperm to her so she could raise the baby with her girlfriend of one-fucking-week!”
“Thats fucking craaaazy! Oh my god, hahaha! She’s so unhinged!”
“Right? What do you even say to that?”
“I don’t know? I’m not a guy. What did you say to that?”
“I just told her ‘sure,’ like the idea of putting a baby in her was no big deal. Fucking Kate…” He took a long pull from his drink.
“So you’re saying you would actually knock her up if she asked?”
“Well, it sounds gross when you say it like that, but yeah. I would. But it’s not like I’d get to fuck her for that, probably have to use a donation cup or something.” Not that he’d have a hard time jerking it to the thought of knocking-up Kate.
“Awwww, poor guy. You can make a baby with your crush, but you can’t fuck her. And now her boobs are even more giant, how ever will you cope?” she asked with mock sympathy.
Probably a mix of jerking off in my room, and fucking someone more attainable. “Mikaella, you really have nothing to be jealous of.” Assuming you don’t want attention, or fat dollar bills stuffed into your cleavage. “There’ll never be anything between me and Kate. Or Vicky for that matter. I know it, they know it, everyone knows it.” That at least was the truth.
“Relax, I’m just busting your balls. Figuratively, I mean, haha!” Mikaella tittered and poured them each a shot. She grabbed the dragon, he took the lion, and they downed the vodka.
Mikaella seemed to almost savor the burn for quite a while before she finally tilted her head back down, set down her glass, and turned herself around. Now she was facing Alkim, straddling him cowgirl style with her hands planted on his shoulders.
Alkim didn’t fail to notice her expertly applied mascara, dark eyeliner, eye shadow, and cherry red lipstick. The big dark lashes and skimpy clothes really brought together the whole ABG (Asian Baby-Girl) look Mikaella seemed to have chosen for this night, and the cherry-red lipstick was the cherry on top. Alkim knew several girls back in university who would have pestered her for makeup tips.
Mikaella started tapping her cheek with one finger, as if thinking something through. “If you ask me, Kate could stand to cover up a bit more. It’s kinda rude of her to get you this stiff and just blueball you all the time. I’ll bet she’s never once offered to help out, just bad housemate behavior, even if she is gay. Doesn’t that seem a little selfish to you? Heterophobic, even?” the corner of her mouth turned up into a slight smirk.
“You're right, maybe the next time I get a boner I should just ask my lesbian friend to stop being so selfish, and just let me jerk me off onto her massive jugs! I'm sure that'll go over great.” Alkim considered Mikaella for a moment. Is this really how she flirts? Is this what she responds to?“And isn't all that just a bit hypocritical coming from you, little Ms. Cocktease?”
She slapped his chest playfully. “I am not a cocktease!”
“Then prove it,” he goaded, pulling her in by her waist, “and stop teasing my cock.”
Mikaella bit her lip, considering, then brought her face to his as she closed her eyes. Before Alkim knew it they were making out.
Everyone had their own style of kissing, and Alkim had learned early on it was best to just match his partner’s tempo, mirror her movements. But he wasn’t ready to match Mikaella’s ravenous enthusiasm. In almost no time at all they had escalated from lip-locking to full on french kissing. Mikaella practically lunged into him, ramming her tongue past his lips, like she was trying to steal his gum. It was a lot more tongue than he was used to. Definitely more swapping spit than kissing. His face must have been smeared in lipstick by this point.
Then, abruptly, Mikealla pulled back, gasped for breath, jumped out of Alkim's lap, and ran to her room.
Shit! “What’s wrong?” he called out. Alkim was afraid he’d gone too far, even though she seemed extremely into it. He started drafting out apologies in his mind ‘I’m sorry! Forget I said anything! It must have been the alcohol! Won’t ever happen again!’
Yet, before Alkim could say he was sorry, Mikaella was back. Wordlessly, she knelt on the floor in between his legs and began tying her long black hair into a ponytail.
Oh fuck! It’s finally happening! I’m never going to look at those hair ties on her wrist the same way.
Alkim really must have called her bluff there. Things had gotten very heated in the house before, but he’d never gone this far with one of the girls.
Mikaella unlaced his shorts and slithered a slender hand below his waistband. Her fingers wrapped around his cloth-covered cock, and he stiffened in her grip. Alkim could feel a droplet of precum seep out in response to her touch. He shucked off his shorts entirely, but left his underwear on.
Mikaella lowered her head onto Alkim’s thigh, right next to the darkening spot where his precum was seeping into the fabric of his boxers. She sniffed deeply and almost purred in delight. After a long moment she made eye contact with him and pleaded, “Can I? Pleeeaaaase?”
She’s asking my permission to blow me? That’s so fucking hot. Alkim nodded coolly, trying to hide his desperate horniness.
Mikaella obeyed, grabbing his cock directly and pulling it out into the open. His length swung up and forward, like a mouse-trap, cockslapping Mikaella right on her forehead. “Ah!” she yelped, pulling back a bit from the jumpscare. “Fuck! You're, um… a lot bigger than I thought.”
Alkim was more than a little shocked himself. He didn’t remember ever being this hard or this long before. What's more, he'd never emitted this much precum before. The head of his prick was glazed over with it, and more was pumping out right before their eyes. Yet he decided not to say anything that might get in the way of getting his dick sucked, so he peeled off his underwear and tossed it to the floor.
Mikaella tentatively wrapped a hand around his shaft, fingers just barely surrounding it, and began pumping him up and down. All that pre was more than enough lubrication, and it squelched in her grip. Yet his body continued to produce more. Mikaella stared at it with rapt attention, her face moving closer to Alkim’s cock as if she were drawn to it by a powerful magnet. She sniffed around repeatedly, then rubbed her nose against the shaft as she inhaled, like she was doing lines off his prick. Alkim could feel the hot rush of her breath over his foreskin, and in no time at all half her face was glistening with the clear precum. Mikaella closed her eyes and shuddered with pleasure. He didn’t miss her left hand snaking down between her thighs.
“Oooooohhhh my gooood… did… did you already cum?” she asked, staring at the excessive amount of fluid in her hand, half amazed, half disappointed.
“No! No way, I think that's all just precum?”
“Wow,” she gasped quietly, inspecting his member with even greater reverence. “I've never seen this much precum before.” She grabbed his cock again and started playing with it like a gear shift, inspecting the slick pole from every angle. “Has anyone told you your cock smells -sniff- really -sniff- nice?”
There she was again bringing up his smell again. He’d just showered an hour ago, and as far as he could tell, it just smelled like dick. It was more than a little odd, but right now Alkim didn't want her to feel weird and slow herself down. “It's been known to happen.” He lied.
She inhaled his scent deeply once more, then tentatively licked the head of his shaft, coating her tongue with his precum before sensuously folding it back into her mouth.
Mikaella’s eyes shot wide open, and Alkim could have sworn her pupils dilated. A deep “Mmmmmmm,” escaped her. After a moment she realized there was more in her hand, and began to lick her fingers clean. Instantly, as if responding to the girl’s need, his cock twitched, and Alkim felt another batch of precum well up from his slit. The thirsty girl noticed, and her eyes locked onto his cockhead with an almost predatory gaze. Without another word she dropped her head and took him into her mouth.
“MMMMMHMMMM!” she groaned, sending delightful vibrations up Alkim’s shaft. Mikaella seemed to relish the taste of him, as her groan shifted into that satisfied hum one makes around a spoonful of their favorite dessert.
Alkim loved enthusiastic women, but Mikaella was in her own league. The same ravenous tonguing from their makeout session was now being employed against Alkim’s sensitive cockhead. She licked, and lapped all over his slit, drawing up every drop of fluid as quickly as it could be produced.
“Oh fuck.” Alkim mumbled under his breath. He was all too aware that their other housemates could emerge at any moment, but he was enjoying himself far too much to even consider holding back Mikaella’s sudden cock-lust.
After a couple minutes she pulled off his shaft, panting. “Fuuuuck! How do you taste sooooo gooooood?” She sounded a lot drunker than she had mere minutes ago.
Alkim wondered if all this about his smell and taste was just in her head. Truly, he didn’t care anymore, he just wanted her to get back to sucking his cock, and a moment later she did just that.
She was definitely very good, but Alkim felt her technique could be improved with more movement, more suction, and less licking. Then, as if she were reading his mind, Mikaella’s cheeks hollowed deeply, as she slurped on his tip like a boba straw.
She began to rhythmically bob her head up and down as she sucked, simultaneously jerking the bottom half of Alkim’s shaft with a well-practiced twisting motion.
Mikaella managed to maintain that pace for several minutes, breathing only through her nose and keeping her lips fastened to Alkim’s dribbling cockhead the entire time. He’d never had a girl so focused on pleasuring him before, yet here was Mikaella, getting in an entire cardio workout on his dick.
She really is a professional.
Alkim now understood why Mikaella’s sugar daddy wanted to promote her to his full-time-cocksucker. After professional treatment like this, it would be hard for him to enjoy amateur fellatio like he used to get in college. Alkim had heretofore only seen such ravenous head given by actual pornstars. He could have believed she was enjoying it just as much as he was, judging by the impressive rhythm of the hand in her panties.
Still, he couldn't help but think that if Mikaella could do this, and tittyfuck him at the same time, she would’ve been truly unstoppable.
Their eyes met, each taking in each other’s mutual lust. He loved the shadow of her dark eyeliner, the way her long mascara-enhanced eyelashes batted at him from between his legs, the way her bright red lips locked onto his dick, and marked out just how far down she’d reached. It was all made even hotter with the knowledge that she had done herself up like this just to seduce him.
Alkim wondered if Mikaella knew how to deepthroat.
Just how far down can she mark me with that lipstick?
Mikaella’s gaze flicked back down to the cock that filled her mouth, then back up to Alkim, and she began to slow her bobbing, as if anticipating his desires again. Alkim kept his eyes locked on Mikaella’s as he palmed the back of her head and slowly pressed her into his groin.
Alkim hit the back of her throat before she gagged. He stopped pushing down, giving Mikaella a moment to recover. Yet, once he took his hand away, she began to descend on her own. She was already more than halfway down the shaft, and she seemed determined to get the final few inches on her own. He let her descend at her own pace.
After all, she’s the expert.
Mikaella pulled her lips back over her teeth and opened her mouth even wider so she could sink further down Alkim’s cock. Once the seal of her lips broke, a mix of drool and precum began to pour down Alkim’s shaft, soaking his bush. Mikaella moaned and gagged again, halting her descent.
The strain she was putting herself through just to please him really got his juices flowing. “You’re doing so fucking good, Mikaella.” He groaned, brushing her hair reassuringly.
Mikaella must have interpreted his praise as an order to do better, since she abruptly impaled herself almost down to the root, gagging all the while. Alkim moaned pleasurably at the sensation of her throat squeezing and fluttering about his cockhead. Though this time, Mikaella’s gagging was much louder and didn’t seem to stop, sending bubbles of drool and precum down her tongue to Alkim’s cock. Alkim thought he could see tears welling in her eyes, and the edges of her eyeshadow were just starting to trickle down her face.
Fuck, she’s really choking herself.
Alkim was worried she was about to hurl, and he leaned forward to pull her head off his cock. Mikaella was still trying to cram more of him down her throat, until Alkim got a handle on her ponytail, and after a moment of gargling she allowed herself to be guided up his shaft. Her lipstick left a ring of red just an inch above the base.
Very impressive.
Alkim thought for sure that she’d need to spit out his cock and catch her breath. Instead, after he pulled her up just a few inches the little Filipina just refastened her lips to the head of his cock and resumed tonguing his slit.
Without thinking, Alkim tightened his grip on Mikaella’s ponytail, and began pumping her up and down his cock with her ponytail. She made no effort to resist him, simply allowing him to dictate the pace of the blowjob, slurping and licking while Alkim used her mouth like a fleshlight.
“You want that cum, huh? Are you my little cumslut, Mikaella?”
Mikaella nodded as best she could while letting out gargling “GLUGH-GLUGH!” sounds, still unwilling to take her mouth off her housemate’s cock.
Alkim found her dedication to his pleasure absolutely intoxicating, and it was rapidly pushing him to the edge. He could feel the pressure building inside him, that extra bit of dopamine during the build up to a huge orgasm. “Don’t stop! I’m getting close!” he warned her.
Mikaella squealed in delight, or at least he thought she did. It was hard for Alkim to tell with his dick in her mouth, but judging by how much she loves his precum, the real product should drive her wild.
Alkim’s arm was starting to get tired, but he was cresting and wanted to cum already. So he let go of her ponytail. “Finish the job.”
Mikaella immediately unleashed her full arsenal of techniques: sucking, licking, and jerking him towards the finish line. He couldn’t endure a full minute of this treatment before he was ready to blow.
”Ooooooh fuuuuck! I’m cumming!”
Mikaella held her mouth over his tip, one hand on his thigh, and the other working her pussy.
Fuck! That’s so fucking hot!
“Take it all!”Alkim felt the load surging up his shaft. There was so much pressure behind it, as if he hadn’t jerked off in years.
The first spurt hit the roof of Mikaella’s mouth. Alkim saw her eyes rolling back as she let out a high pitched whine and spasmed around his cock. He shot out another spurt onto her tongue, which she gratefully swished around, encouraging him to feed her more.
His body obliged; the cum just kept on cumming.
Mikaella seemed to be having trouble keeping up with his output. Alkim was like a fire hydrant, hosing down her mouth, causing her cheeks to bulge out like a chipmunk’s. She managed to swallow some of the cum in her mouth, but Alkim still wasn't done. It took several more spurts before the flow decreased to a trickle.
Mikealla’s gulping and suckling kept up for several moments before she finally opened her mouth with a gasp. Excess cum rushed out of her open mouth and splattered over Alkim’s groin, more than an entire normal load. Mikaella was visibly trembling, her eyes rolled back, still furiously working the hand at her pussy.
She’s cumming just from blowing me!
“Fuck!” The realization was so hot, Alkim couldn’t help but flex his cock once more, shooting one final burst of seed onto Mikaella’s unguarded face, completely covering her nose and her left cheek.
“EEEEEP!” Mikaella let out a sequel that was half orgasmic, half getting surprise-splashed by a Super Soaker. Once she ran out of breath, her eyelids fluttered, and she fell face-down into the pool of cum around Alkim’s tool. She continued to twitch there for a few moments before letting out a final satisfied sigh and went slack against his legs.
“Holy shit, Mikaella. That was by far the best blowjob I’ve ever had...” Alkim felt completely drained. He closed his eyes and sagged into the couch, just basking in the afterglow.
He was brought back a couple minutes later by the feeling of Mikaella’s tongue lapping at his very sensitive prick.
“Mikaella?”
No response, just languid slow licks around his softened cock. Alkim sat up to see the little ABG’s smokey eyes were shut, partially covered in his seed. Judging from her non-responsiveness, and her long and quiet breaths, Mikaella seemed to have passed out. And yet, she continued to lap up his ejaculate.
Would Mikealla really blow me in her sleep? Continuously sucking me off like her pacifier for the next eight hours… It was a blazing hot image, and though his cock was still very sensitive from his last orgasm, it began to harden again. He wondered what she might dream about through the night with his dick in her mouth.
Finally got to some actual (oral) sex. Hope it was worth the slow-burn. It will only heat up from here.