Agree to only a blow job

You blink at him. You’re a tiny Asian girl that needs to suck cock to get your body back. You blew John last night and enjoyed it - at the time. You swallow hard. He’s not bad looking, and you’re **** to get back to normal - whatever that might be. You are almost certain that somewhere, in the background mechanics of the game your masculinity score just dropped a few points. Fuck it. “Alright. But just remember, only sucking cock,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant, but your voice betrays your nerves. You don’t want to get too aroused as that could lead to all kinds of sexual frustration.

The pharmacist nods, his smile growing wider. “I’ll remember, don’t you worry, Miss Bree,” he says, leading you to the back room. It’s small and cramped, with a chair and desk, the shelves lined with medicines. The walls are a bland beige, and the smell of industrial cleaner hangs heavy in the air. But your focus is on his crotch, already starting to swell as you get closer as he turns the seat around and sits down expectantly.

You sigh in trepidation as you kneel down in front of him, feeling the hard tiles against your knees. Your heart races as you reach up with your tiny hand - it is so small!!! - and nervously unbuckle his belt. He’s watching you, his eyes hungry, as you unbuckle, unbutton and unzip his pants to reveal his thick, hard cock. It’s the first time you’ve seen one this close in... well, 12 hours. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. This is for the greater good. You can do this.

You lean in, taking the tip of his cock in your mouth. It’s hot and salty, and you feel your stomach twist with a mix of hunger and arousal. You start to suck, trying to remember everything you’ve learned from porn and from watching other girls in the game. You can feel the power shift in the room, the way he’s looking at you now. You’re just a toy to him, something to use and discard. It makes your cunt hot and wet. You want to fuck not suck!

No! You stroke his shaft with your hand, feeling the veins throb under your fingertips. You’re getting good at this, you think to yourself. You’re a pro. The cashier’s eyes roll back in his head as you go to deep throat his cock, your cheeks hollowing out with the effort.

But as you take him deeper, something unexpected happens. Your gag reflex kicks in, and you cough, gagging around his thick fleshy length. His cock jumps in your mouth, and you pull back, spluttering. "Sorry," you murmur, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. The cashier laughs, a deep, throaty chuckle that makes you feel even smaller.

“There is a pill for that…” he reaches to the nearby storage shelf and grabs a packet of Deep Throat and gives ila tablet to you. “That will supress your gag reflex,” he says.

You swallow it down dry. It’s not like you have a choice. You need to get through this.

“It also rewires your pleasure centres - your throat is as sexually sensitive as your pussy now…” he says.

You blink up at him, trying to ignore the throb between your legs and the new echoing throb growing in your throat. You focus on the task at hand, taking his cock back into your mouth. The pill is fast acting and you feel your throat relax and your mouth water as you take him deeper and deeper. You don’t know if it’s the pill or the sheer desire to get out of this situation but it’s not unpleasant. No it’s incredible. You moan around his shaft, your enthusiastic ministrations making him groan above you. You’ve never really considered the act of deep throating -but it’s like your mouth is made for this now. And thanks to the pills it feels as good as having your cunt fucked. It is erotic and arousing, your epiglotus is throbbing like a clit as his cock glides over it.

You bob up and down, angling your head so his cock slides down the back of your throat, your nose pressing into his pubic hair. The sensation in your throat is exquiste and as your arousal grows you salivate more and more. Your mouth is overly sensitive, your throat muscles convulsing, swallowing and gripping his cock as it stuffs down to your stomach.

You pull back and gasp for air. You must breathe. You pant and gasp then stuff his cock back in your mouth. You are getting hotter. Hornier. On this new **** sucking cocks is better than fucking cocks!!!

You feel your throat clench with a prelude to a climax as you suck and stroke him. You try to ignore the need to cum. The Edge pill is working overtime to keep you from climaxing. You can feel the tension in your body growing, your muscles tightening, your hot swollen pussy begging to be filled like your throat. It’s a delicious kind of torment, knowing you can’t give in to the pleasure no matter how much your body screams for it. Two cocks, one in your mouth and one in your needy cunt would be heavan… but this is incredible.

He starts to buck his hips, fucking your face. You try to keep up, but it’s hard. You’re so small, so powerless. The thought turns you on even more, and you can feel yourself becoming more of a slut with every deep suck. You’re a good little cockslut, taking his cock like it’s what you’re made for. And maybe, just for these ten days, it is.

The cashier’s breathing gets heavier, his hips moving faster. You know he’s close, and you can feel your own body responding despite the Edge pill. You want to make him cum, to feel his hot seed fill your mouth and throat.

Suddenly, he pulls out, and you look up at him, surprised. He’s smiling down at you, a cruel glint in his eyes. “You’re doing so well, Miss Bree. But I think I want to fuck you…”

Your eyes widen, and you shake your head as you realise you’re not in a position to tell him what you want. “No… um, just the cock sucking … remember? We agreed… right?” But fucking sounds good.

The cashier chuckles, his cock still hard in his hand. “I know, but you’re so eager, I can tell.” He winks at you, and you feel your cheeks flush. You want to tell him no, but the desperation in your voice is palpable. Besides what harm could it do on an edge pill. Your pussy wants cock after all… you stand, pull down your hot pants and panties and turn around to show him your dripping sex.

He nods, and before you know it, he’s pulling your tiny body down onto his lap, his thick veined cock pressing against your tight wet slit. You gasp as your lips spread and he enters you, feeling so full because of your body’s recent changes. You are so tiny! And he’s so big! It’s a strange sensation, being fucked in a body that’s so petite. You start to move on top of him, grinding downs as he thrusts up into you from behind.

The pleasure is intense, and you can feel the edge pill straining to keep you from the brink. You whine and moan, your little body trying to push through the artificial barrier, your pussy tightening around him. frustration and desire making you grip the armrests of the chair, your nails digging into the fabric.

You're so close, so fucking close. Your breath comes out in pants and gasps, and you can feel your body tense. The cashier’s hands are on your hips, guiding you, pushing you up and down onto him harder and faster. You know he’s enjoying this, watching you squirm and fight against the pill. It’s like he’s playing a game, seeing how much he can push you before you break.

But you won’t break. You can’t. You have to keep going, keep sucking and fucking until you get back to normal. So you lean back into it, pushing down on his cock with every stroke, taking him as deeply as you can. You feel your orgasm building, the pressure in your pussy reaching unbearable levels.

The cashier’s grip tightens, and you know he’s getting closer too. You start to bounce faster, frantic, a hot gliding burn, your small round breasts jiggling with every bounce. Your nipples aflame and painfully rrect.You can feel your pea sized clit grinding against his pelvis, and it’s driving you wild. You can’t help but moan, your pussy clenching around him hungry and eager.

You’re so close, so fucking close. Your body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. You can feel your climax building, a crescendo of sensation that threatens to overwhelm you. The cashier’s cock is pistoning in and out of you, and you know you can’t hold out much longer.

But then, just as you’re about to shatter, he pulls out of you, his cum spurting onto the cold tiles. You watch it with a mix of shock and disappointment. You’ve done it. You’ve sucked his cock and not cum. You stand up, your legs wobbly, as you look at the cum on the floor. Your cure. You have to lick it up! And you're so fucking close. So horny. “I needed that!” You cry as you look at the steaming jism then reach down and scoop it up, gather the sticky globular strands. You have to swallow it. But it’s been in the floor.

“Five second rule slut,” he says and laughs

You stick out your tongue out and lick your hand. The taste is salty, a little bitter, and surprisingly warm. You swallow it down, feeling it coat your throat and stomach. It’s not the most pleasant experience, but you know it’s worth it. You’ve completed your first blowjob without cumming. The cashier watches you with a mix of amusement and lust, his cock still half-hard.

“Good girl,” he says, patting your head like you’re a pet. You can’t help but feel a bit degraded, but the thought of getting back to a male body keeps you going. You stand up, adjusting your oversized clothes, and look at him expectantly. “Is that it?” You ask, hoping he’ll let you go.

“There is still cum on my cock…”

You look down and see his semi-hard cock covered in his cum. The realization hits you and you feel a bit sick. But you also feel a strange mix of desire and desperation. You lean down and lick it off, the salty taste growing more familiar to you. It’s not pleasant but it’s the only way to get back to normal. You swallow the cum and stand up, feeling a bit more in control of the situation.

You slap him. “You promised,” you grumble as you pull your panties and hot pants up.

“You loved it, admit it and I'll let you keep the deep throat pills.” He tells you.

You glare at him, your cheeks flushing with a mix of anger and arousal. You can’t believe he’s trying to make you admit something like that, but part of you does feel a twisted kind of thrill. “Fine, I liked it. But youre a dick,” you said, your voice a mix of defiance and need.

He laughs, clearly enjoying the power he holds over you. He tosses the deep throat pills into your hand. “Good girl. Keep those safe, you’re going to need them.”

You snatch the pills from his hand and storm out of the room, your cheeks burning with embarrassment. You can’t believe what you’ve just done. You’ve sucked a man’s cock, taken his cum, and enjoyed it. But you’ve also made a deal with the devil—or at least, with the cashier from hell. You need to get out of here, find more cocks to suck, and get back to your own body as soon as possible.