Cum clean-up

The cool tiles near hummed against Afi’s burning pussy, exhausted as it was. Her belly, a fine carving, was now a sphere. Stretched out to her knees by her master’s cum. Her mouth, her throat, all returned to normal, but only because the cock had been removed.

And oh, what a removal. Drenched in drool, in cum. The log of meat shone, the various juices cooling in the open air like freshly applied sauce on an enormous kebab. Afi couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“Should I lick you clean Master?” Afi asked. She’d already be doing it by now if she could actually move.

The cock jumped at her request, splattering droplets against her breasts and face. She didn’t lick them up, just closing her eyes and luxuriating in the new blessings.

“Even before this, cumming twice in one day was about my limit,” Mike said, grimacing as his dick shifted back into place, “and even though I can definitely fix that, I think one of the others should get a turn.”

Mia crouched down, eyes transfixed on Afi. She reached a hand out to run her fingers over her new belly. The taut black flesh wobbled gently, moulding to her gentle ministrations. Afi did not open her eyes, instead allowing her head to sway with the movements of her belly.

“I know she’s going to be ok,” Mia said, eyes not moving from the cum bubble, “but how does all this… get out of her?”

“Ah. Yeah, didn’t… think that through,” he said, making an effort to stand but deciding against. He slumped down, letting his dick slide onto the cool tiles as well. He sighed.

“I will digest it, I’m sure this will feed me for weeks and weeks,” Afi said.

“I don’t wanna get all gross, but it probably won’t last weeks,” he said, scratching the back of his head, “oh shit, I’m gonna cum this much every time, I really should’ve thought through how we’d get rid of it.”

“I mean, I’m not against Afi’s idea,” Mia replied, “I’ve never tasted cum before but some people like it, right?”

Afi leaned over her belly, an outstretched finger scooping up a dollop from Mike’s cock. Mike, for his part, jolted and twitched as the softening member was poked. Afi leaned back to her sitting position, twisting to pass her finger back to Mia.

She looked between the two of them, her cum-balloon slave-in-law and her puffed out master. She dipped her head down, sucking on Afi’s finger as she kept her eyes trained on Mike’s face. Or at least she tried.

The moment her tongue hit the gooey whiteness she convulsed, then convulsed again, screwing her eyes shut. She tried to just suck, but some got caught in her throat and she coughed, forcing her to twist off of Afi’s finger. Her attempts to suck in air only caused to re-taste the cum, which caused an actual gag this time.

“Not your flavour?” Mike said, his smile not as genuine as he thought it was.

She tried, she really did, to offer a thumbs up, but she couldn’t lie to him. Best she could manage was a so-so motion and another half-gag into her hand. She sat still, taking a deep breath, then a deep swallow, then stuck out her tongue. It was all gone.

“A good start, you did well,” Afi nodded, “I stored my first in my cheek for an hour before I was able to spit it out. I nearly vomited.”

“Oooh, yeah, it was close,” Mia replied, looking seasick, “Sorry sir.”

“No, no, it’s alright,” he said, trying his hardest not to sound hurt, “I suppose just cuz my loads are bigger doesn’t make my diet any better.”

“Is that why?” Afi said, turning to him.

“So they say,” Mike replied, reaching over onto the sink. He filled a cup of water and passed it to Mia, “If I was eating chunks of pineapple instead of burgers and fried chicken, it’d probably taste heavenly.”

“Should I start researching dishes with lots of pineapple sir?” Mia asked, already fumbling through her clothes for her phone.

“Nah, don’t like pineapple,” Mike replied, clapping his hands.

Theme: Cum flavour. Target: Mike. Counter change: Afi

Master’s cum has the consistency and texture of honey. The scent is linked to the taste, which is an intoxicating mix of sweet and robust. Not the empty sugar of cheap lollies, but a heavenly blend of expensive chocolate and fresh picked fruit. It has a slight edge of spice, like cinnamon, and feels deeply extravagant to consume, even in small amounts. In large amounts, the taste works as an aphrodisiac, heightening pleasure and fogging the mind, albeit temporarily.

Or

Mike’s cum tastes pleasant. It won’t have a strong taste, nor is it comparable to other foods. It’s just a nice, easy sensation that doesn’t affect the rest of the experience.

Mike quirked an eyebrow at Afi. She, in turn, kept an eye on the votes. It didn’t take more than a few seconds for it to go 4-2 in favour of the taste sensation.

“Mmm…” Afi said, as the words vanished, “I think I am getting the hang of this little group.”

“Is that right?” Mike said, not looking at her. He was rubbing his prodigious balls. He could swear he could feel the spiciness tickling the inside.

“Indeed,” she replied, drawing her legs up so that her knees were resting either side of her enormous belly, “it’s the first of my changes that has been accepted. I even threw in a ‘temporary’, just to be sure.”

“You’d’ve had us all be cock drunk whores,” Mia said. Not a question, really.

Afi turned as much as she could. She did not say anything, but Mia could see a twinkle in those endlessly deep eyes. Mike shifted a hand to his cock, pulling away with long strands clinging to his fingers.

“Well, if you’d like to try again, there’s plenty more where that came from,” Mike said, palming his soaked hand into some toilet paper.

“Maybe… maybe another time,” Mia said, bowing her head, “if that’s alright with you sir.”

“Well then I could use a shower, and you’re definitely doing that,” he said, gesturing to the glistening black tiles.

He pushed himself off the bowl and Mia leapt off the floor. He took special care to not let his tender dick scrape the floor or hit the towel rack, backing into the shower butt first. Mia got to her feet to follow him. Afi stayed on the floor, but she did eye Mia as she passed. No emotion on her face, no words climbing her throat, but if anyone was willing to notice, they might find it strange her eyes were there rather than the gigantic swinging cock she’d just used her whole body to worship.

The scrubbing was a tender affair. The running water felt divine on the reddened flesh, cascading around the veins like the rocks behind a waterfall. It was here he was thankful for the shitty water pressure. Mia’s hands, however, needed some adjusting. He winced and twitched, imploring her to go slower each time. A lighter touch, an even spread, a gentle pace. When she hit the swing of things, her hands were gliding above the cock, barely touching it and letting the surface tension do the work. She would hit thicker globs every now and then, saliva or cum or both. She turned him into the water, letting the spray move what it could, before trying to smooth it off herself.

The water hid much of it, and the soap mingled well, but whenever Mia brushed a strand of soaked hair from her face, she would find the new smell there to meet her. She couldn’t truly be shocked, she’d read it just like everyone. But the experience of it, the way she could feel it clear her sinuses and jiggle her brain, it was unlike anything else. Then it would go, retreating back into the water and down the drain. Each new pile of soap bubbles sloughing off him made it fainter and fainter. She didn’t even notice herself leaning closer, trying to be right where some new whiff would be uncovered, until her nose poked into his cock and the whole thing twitched.

“Hey, careful, careful,” Mike said, pressing two fingers against her head and pushing her away.

“Oh, sorry sir, you uh, you smell- Sorry,” she replied. He could almost imagine her straightening out her suit, “Thank you. For the opportunity. Sir.”

“To wash a horse dick that you just watched turn a woman inside out?”

“Not just some woman sir, Afi. If it’d been ‘some woman’ I’d’ve been a lot more worried.”

“Hah,” he chuckled, causing his cock to bounce in her hands and wincing, “well for what it’s worth, you’re welcome. To many more.”

He reached down, through the soapy water. Hand on her cheek. Guiding her upwards. Her fingers drifted off the cock, moving up his belly. He parted the hair with his thumb. He leaned into the spray, planting a kiss on her forehead. Held his thumb on her face, palm against her jaw. Letting the water push them together.

She looked up at him, peeking up through hair, forehead, and eyelashes. The tiniest glint of green.

“Ha ha, thanks, uh, sir.”

“You’re gonna call me Mike at some stage, and I’m not gonna know who you’re talking to,” he said with a smile, letting go of her face.

“Sir, how exactly were you a virgin before all this?” she said, putting her face back down around her work, so he didn’t see her blush.

“I don’t get out much, I guess. Not much of a flirt either.”

“Hah.”

“Hah.”

“Ok, yes, you two, thank you,” Mike said, turning to address the foggy glass that presumably had Afi on the other side, “I dunno, I never got the sense that any woman really wanted me flirting with her. I was really shy in high school, then I grew up and never had all that many friends who were my type and weren’t already dating someone. And I’m still shy.”

“Hah.”

“Haha.”

“And here I thought slaves were supposed to be deferential.”

“Did you want us to be?” Afi called over the sound of the rushing water.

“nnNNnnNo,” Mike said, even as he could feel Mia’s smile next to his cock, “well, sometimes.”

“In a crisis?” Afi suggested.

“In matters of the home?” Mia said, looking up and shining that smile.

“In public?” Afi said, pressing a hand against the glass so they could all see her flexed palm.

“In the bedroom?” Mia said, running a finger along the sides of his pelvis.

You waste a lot of shower water with your back against the wall.

“Sure,” he said, watching the woman who’d just cleaned his cock do an honest-to-god fist pump, “you can do whatever I say, so long as you also give me your actual opinions. On request. Also, matters of the home? What is this, the 1800s?”

“Sounded better than ‘admin’ or ‘assigning chores and doing taxes’,” Mia said, reaching past him and switching the shower off. The last of the cum-stained soap gurgled down the drain, leaving only a pristine penis, “Soooo, gonna clap your hands and make it official?”

“You are such weirdos. No, I think I’ll save the brainwashing for later. You’re already getting off on the idea of me doing taxes, I don’t wanna screw you up worse.”

“No sir, I’m getting off on me doing your taxes.”

“Even worse ya lunatic.”

The two of them clambered out, the steam billowing across their bodies to escape into the rest of the bathroom. Afi had shuffled a bit out of the way, and passed the towel up to Mia. After four other people, the thing was about as soaked as he was, but she made an effort to dry him anyway.

“Ooh, do you think we count as dependants now? Or are we more like pets?”

“Investments, I think,” Mike said, raising his arms so she could dry his sides.

She nodded like he’d said something rational and reasonable instead of describing five women the way one describes a stock portfolio. By the time she was done, his body was holding onto a bit of a sheen. Droplets of water clung to his beard, twinkling in the light with each shifting motion. Mia was still soaked, and began to rub her hair against the bath mat. The fact that his cock just happened to be hanging over it like the sword of Damocles, bumping her dripping cheek, was a happy accident.

Mike shifted the cock backwards, like a fat tail, to spot her face.

“Yeah, no,” he said, grinning himself, “go get some tea towels from the kitchen. It’ll be faster. I’ll come check in on you guys in a minute.”

Her grin faded. Not completely, but it tried to return to a professional brow crease. She hopped to her feet, offered a little bow, and scurried out of the bathroom. Afi looked up at him.

“Would you like to be alone master?”

“Well… You can’t move, can you?” He asked, reaching out a foot to rub against her belly. It jiggled pleasantly against his toes.

“No master. Though with the amount of cum, I felt that was your intention.”

“Wasn’t thinking it through super clearly,” he replied, sitting down on the bath mat, “but I don’t want you immobilised forever. I hope you don’t mind if I do something else first.”

“Of course master. Being pinned down by the physical results of our first time together is not a thing I knew I’d enjoy, but my vagina has been spasming against the tiles since I sat down.”

Mike looked her in the eyes. Again, that cool, calm expression. Like carved stone. He wanted to reach a hand under her new belly, to feel her hidden pussy clamp and squirt all over his fingers. His cock, called upon for its latest achievement, stirred between them like a waking bear.

He clapped his hands.

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

Read the next SIX chapters early on Patreon

————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————