Breath Mint Blowjobs

Back home, Ashley directs Tibby to undress you while she rushes into the bedroom for her costume. You do your part by kicking off your shoes at the door, but Tibby won't let you do any more than that. Ashley told her to strip you and that's what she's going to do.

"Just hold still master, I mean Subject John. You let me take care of that," she says as she stops you from taking off your jacket.

From behind you, your pet reaches out and pulls the jacket off your shoulders. Circling around you, she opens your shirt one button at a time and takes that off you as well. Her hands rest on your bare chest, nails scraping lightly over your skin on her way down. The feeling and the anticipation make you stiffen in your pants, and she notices. Biting her lip, Tibby places one hand directly on your growing bulge. She massages it with a light touch, pressing against the denim of your pants ever so slightly while her other hand busies itself with the button.

While she's doing that, Ashley darts from the bedroom to the kitchen. She's gone again by the time you look down the hallway, but her voice is loud and clear regardless. "Bring the subject to the living room and have him sit down, I'll join you in a moment."

"You're the boss!" Tibby calls back. Your fly half-open, she plunges a hand into your pants and you let out a little grunt at the sudden intrusion. The cat grins at you, knuckles rubbing your shaft through the thinner cotton of your underpants. "Come along then."

Tibby grabs your jeans from the inside and starts walking, giving you **** but to follow her. The cat walks you all the way to the couch before stopping. There she tries to remove her hand from your crotch, but it won't come out. "There's a problem," she giggles. "You're too big for your britches."

"I don't think it's fair to blame me for that," you tell her. "You got us into this mess." You flex your pelvic muscles for emphasis, making your dick throb against the back of her hand.

"Okay okay! Let's focus on getting out of this sticky situation before you make a real mess of it." Using her free hand, Tibby drags your fly further down and starts tugging at the waistband of your pants. They come down slowly, half an inch at a time, until they make it past Tibby's hand and fall to your ankles. But instead of letting go now that her hand is no longer trapped, the naughty kitty gives you another firm squeeze.

"You're supposed to be stripping me," you remind her with a grin.

"I am! Making steady progress here!"

Taking her hand off you, Tibby sits down before grabbing your underwear. With a quick yank she pulls it down and your cock springs free, bouncing proudly in front of your body.

"There he is!” Tibby exclaims and pokes its head with one index finger, right as Ashley steps in from the kitchen.

"There he is indeed! And already prepped for today's test, good." The bunny has thrown that green-white labcoat you remember from last time on over her plain orange shirt and dark trousers. She's also wearing those bronze-framed goggles, but has taken off her bunny ears, and is holding a bag of lozenges.

"What are those for," you ask when you spot the bag in her hand.

"Don't worry, it won't be bad like that toothpaste," she says to ease your concern. "This'll feel great. Trust me, they're made with spearmint instead of peppermint. The internet says they're different."

"How comforting. And what does the internet say to do with them?" You really want to know, trying not to let yourself be distracted by the hand slowly petting the length of your penis.

Ashley answers you with a disarming smile. "Nothing complicated. My assistant and I just pop in one each, give it a minute to start dissolving, and then... beejay time!"

Not hesitating for a second, the bunny tears open the plastic bag and pours two little lumps into her hand. One is tossed into her mouth, the other at Tibby who catches it with a grin. "Wait, are these the ones with lime flavor or without?"

"Without of course, we don't want this to end badly like our last experiment! At least I think they're the ones without," she says with a wink.

"Uhh, do you mind double-checking?" you ask.

"I do," Ashley says, dropping the bag onto the coffee table without another glance. How alarming!

You're just going to have to trust Ashley not to **** you, you guess as you are made to sit on the couch. The girls sit on the carpet in front of it, hands on your thighs as they eye up your boner. The bunny leans in, hand sliding up your leg, and lets out a long breath. Her breath is already minty, but the shiver that runs up your spine is caused by her hand approaching your balls.

"Lick it with me," Ashley says and Tibby leans in as well. The catgirl smiles up at you before focusing on your rod and sticking out her tongue. It makes contact at the same time as Ashley's, lapping halfway up the shaft on either side. It feels tingly, more so than you remember from the toothpaste but different as well, in a way you can't put your finger on yet.

When the girls look up and ask you about it you just say, "It's hard to tell the difference, but you can keep going. I remember it was more intense at the tip."

That's where they go next, kissing your glans and licking around its base. The tingling is definitely stronger, and it feels almost cold but the warmth of your pets' mouths is still there too. You tell them as much, already placing your hands on their heads to encourage them to continue. With your guidance their mouths converge on your cockhead, sloppily kissing it and each other. You mentally prepare to push them away and make a break for the bathroom if it starts to hurt, but there's no burning this time.

The mint-induced sensation is still enough to make you tilt your head back and moan, almost a howl as you try to gasp at the same time. You can't even keep your grip on Ashley and Tibby's hair, hands flopping limply as the sensation overwhelms you. Is this how it felt for them?

The feeling stays with you even when the girls draw back and look at you with concern. "You ok dude?" Tibby asks.

Yeah you're ok! "Uh-huh," you get out before taking a deep breath. "Don't stop!"

Giggling, they lean in again. Ashley's hand still cups your sack, and two tongues race up and down your rod. If they want to overload you they're doing a good job of it. Sometimes they lick, sometimes they smooch, and every now and then one of them wraps her lips around you for a good suck. When they do that you can even feel the melting lozenges in their mouths bump against you, multiplying the odd sensation in that area before they draw back.

You moan happily all the while, until you abruptly tense up. Your hands push Tibby, who happened to be swirling her tongue around the tip of your dick, down roughly. Her eyes widen as your length invades her mouth, but a moment later you're filling her with something else as well. With everything else going on your orgasm somehow snuck up on you. It's all the poor girl can do to swallow while Ashley watches in surprise.

You keep holding Tibby in place, cheeks bulging adorably, until your climax abates and she manages to swallow everything. When you finally stop pushing her down your kitten pulls back, your cock emerging wetly from between her lips. A string of saliva connects the two, glistening in the air until she wipes her lips off. Tibby coughs a little, but she smiles up at you before you can apologize. "Wow! That must have been some experience, master."

You only nod dumbly, rubbing her head gratefully when you realize your hand is still in her hair. You've knocked her hairband askew, but she doesn't seem to mind. The messy hair and oddly-angled ears actually make her look cuter to you. It's probably a good thing that Ashley isn't wearing hers though, they're so long you might have damaged them otherwise.

"That was way more fun than toothpaste," you say once you've caught your breath. You adjust Tibby's ears as best you can and stand up, offering your hands to help your pets up as well. "I'll have to come up with something to thank you. Not butt stuff though," you add with a wink.

"Man, it's like you don't even want to be pegged," Ashley says, her arms crossed but smirking with amusement.

"It is like that. Sandwiches?" You're already pulling your pants up and stumbling toward the kitchen to sate your sudden hunger.

The girls trail after you, laughing about what a guy you are.