And attempting to swallow

The muscles in your legs tighten. Your hips lift slightly, making Aalia gag at the unexpected movement. You're too close now to stop, even if you wanted to.

“Keep my cock in your mouth,” you grunt.

A moment later, you feel the thick stream of cum shooting out of your dick. Aalia’s eyes pinch shut as the first forceful spurt hits the back of her throat. She makes gurgling noises as she attempts to get it all down.

Thanks to your rule, you fill her mouth faster than she can swallow, and despite her best efforts, much of it spills down her chin, between her small breasts. When she can’t handle any more, she jerks away from your cock and spits cum onto the floor, retching and fighting the urge to vomit. You’re still shooting, so you aim at her face, covering her eyes and cheeks and hair. She flinches in disgusted shock.

Aalia looks miserable and nauseous, her throat convulsing like she's about to puke. When the convulsions stop, she cautiously wipes the cum out of her eyes. "Oh my God," she says, retching again. "That was so disgusting."

Despite how wonderful that felt, you manage to look upset. "You took my cock out of your mouth," you say. "And you missed a lot."

She looks at you, genuinely incredulous. "What?" she says. "No one could have swallowed all that!"

Aalia doesn't seem to notice, but she's still rubbing her pussy. And, while her fear at your reaction is easy to see on her face, there's arousal and confusion too.

"I should make you lick up every drop you missed," you say, shaking your head. "But this time, I'll only make you clean my dick."

Still unaware of what she's doing, her fingers work her clit faster as her breathing speeds up. You try to add a rule before she cums again.

Organization: Aalia

New rule: Aalia's orgasms are twice as long and twice as intense as she is used to.

"Please," she says. "Anything else."

"You're my **** Aalia. For the next five days you'll be eating my cum. Get used to it."

As you speak, her fingers work faster and faster. You see her jaw tighten. Then, "Oh no," she says, jerking her hand away from her pussy.

Aalia squeals in a vain attempt at hiding her orgasm. Her thighs shake, abs contracting at the unexpected intensity. You watch her hips gyrate like she's sitting on a cock.

Her orgasm seems to last more than a minute, though you aren't exactly looking at a watch. When it finally lets up, she collapses to her hands and knees, panting.

As soon as she catches her breath, you say, "I said clean me up."

Resigned, she begins by licking the cum off your thighs, struggling with every drop she has to swallow. Because she's so messy herself, every careless movement wipes cum off of her skin and onto yours. It takes her a long time to clean you up completely. You decide to let her stop when you're certain she can't take any more without puking.

"Good enough," you say. "I'll punish you for the rest later. Time to get cleaned up."

You lead her to the bathroom where you watch her shower. "Ten minutes," you say, when she steps below the waterfall showerhead.

She rushes to stay within your time limit. When she gets out, all of your cum is washed away and her hair is soaking wet. You realize that she doesn't actually put on a lot of make-up. Some eyeliner and mascara, sure, but most of that was already dripping down her cheeks after you soaked her face with your cum.

Youth, you think. Beauty without effort.

You don't bother letting her dry off. You want her chilly and uncomfortable walking through your house. Plus, you love how hard her nipples are right now.