Foreplay First

Alkim

Alkim’s dick hardened within seconds of receiving Mikaella’s news. “Oh, fuck yeah. Just let me grab something out of my car first.” Without delay, he slipped his shorts over his boner, ran out front to his car, pulled his backpack out of the trunk, slung it over his shoulders, and rushed back inside.

“What’s in the bag?” asked Mikaella.

“Cameras, some water, and that sexy schoolgirl costume you bought. Everything we need to make a porno.”

“Wow! How’d you know to bring those?”

“I’ve been keeping the cameras in the car since you warned me about Hannah.”

“Oh good. That fucking bitch would sell them on Facebook Marketplace in a second.”

“Or trade them for a fucking pillow-sized bag of weed.” They shared a nice laugh at the thought. “The costume was just an idea I had after I saw your texts; I thought we might want to record something in this big empty house. You know, make the most of this time before anyone else moves in.”

“Good idea! God, you’re so fucking smart.”

Man, she really is so much nicer after a blowjob. “Thanks, ready for a tour of the master bedroom?”

“Yes please!”

He slipped his hands under his slut and lifted her up in his arms. Mikaella let out a girlish, high-pitched squeal that was equal parts delight and surprise at being picked up. She locked her arms around his neck, and settled into the bridal carry, gazing adorably into his eyes. They left her clothes in a pile on the floor.

He carried her up the stairs with ease, and every other step his erection slapped against her ass. “You know, you could have led with the IUD thing. Why wait?”

She blushed. “I forgot… Couldn’t think clearly until I got my daily cumshot.”

Wow. As far as reasons went, that was a blazingly hot one. If he weren’t already bricked-up, her admission certainly would have done the trick. Alkim didn’t really have much frame of reference for her cum addiction; they simply hadn’t spent this much time apart since she started regularly sucking him off. Now he knew that it only took two days of abstinence before she couldn't think straight. The figure was equal parts concerning and exciting. It didn’t leave him a lot of wiggle room, but it also meant he would never experience another dry spell for as long as they were together. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have kept you waiting.”

“Yeah.” She nodded. “That wasn’t nice, making me wait for it.” Her arms tightened on the back of his neck, while her smooth legs wiggled in his arms. “Fuuuck, you’re reeeeaally strong.” She purred.

“Thanks.” He beamed, bounding up the steps like a randy mountain goat. Alkim always loved how tiny women always seemed so shocked that he could carry them back to the dorms. An upstairs bedroom was nothing compared to that, and Mikaella was only half his weight, yet his “feat” impressed her all the same, judging by the trail of pussy juices smearing onto his arms.

He kicked open the door, marched over to the same bed he’d fucked Ania in, and threw his horny little partner down onto the mattress. The sexy schoolgirl costume was unceremoniously thrown on top of her, and she wasted no time slipping it on. It didn't take long, since it was only two pieces.

He watched her slip the tight, black crop top on. Despite the dark fabric, her nipples were so hard that they still visibly poked through. Next she pulled up the plaid tartan micro skirt, making it swish this way and that, but it was obvious the thing couldn’t have fully covered her ass even if she pulled it straight down. And, of course, no panties. Perfect. He didn’t really know where that fantasy came from: he’d never attended a school with uniforms even vaguely similar to her costume, and a lot of the LA girls in his classes walked around with that much exposed skin on any given Thursday, but on Mikaella, it was one hell of a look.

Alkim wasn’t going to bother with a lengthy photoshoot of her in the costume; they could do that another time. All he really wanted was a few pictures of her for his own records, and for a growth chart he was planning. He directed her through a few basic poses and snapped a couple dozen pics in about a minute. Once that was through, he set up the Nikon to catch them from the side, strapped the GoPro to his brow, and started recording with both cameras.

“Alright, cameras are on. Just say whatever, I can edit out anything we don’t want later.”

“M’kay!”

It helped that the room already looked like somewhere you would shoot porn: the place was fully furnished but completely absent of posters or family pictures that might imply people actually lived here. It looked more authentically pornographic that way, almost as authentic as it smelled. Ania must have changed the sheets before she left, but that hadn’t been enough to clear out the evidence of their coupling. Mikaella must have noticed, since she was clutching the fabric to her face and sniffing through long, deep breaths.

While Mikaella rubbed herself into the bedding like a cat, Alkim took the moment to really admire his fuckdoll’s tight, little body. She was an itty-bitty thing; short and slender, though he appreciated that her legs were decently long for her height, not short and squat as with many girls her size. Her waist was tiny, almost small enough for him to wrap his hands around with only a few inches to spare; her abs were not so defined, but neither were they hidden by belly fat. He traced a finger down her neck, over her sharp collar bones. The black top was in his way, so he pushed it up to her neck, baring her chest. He retraced that line down the smooth, unblemished, brown skin between those little tits. Mikaella was always a few shades darker than his own tan, Mediterranean complexion, but her nips and areolas were several shades darker still. He decided he liked the contrast. I wonder how much darker they might get after the hormones take effect…

She gasped at his touch, drawing his eyes back to that heart-shaped face, alluringly framed by that long black hair, streaked with bright pink locks. Her eyes were as dark and brown as his, but now it appeared that she had the longer lashes, as long as the false ones she used to wear on nights out. Did I do that? He must have, somehow. It was the sort of change that mapped perfectly with his preferences.

The girl he’d met all those months ago was undeniably pretty, but on the skinny side, and a prostitute besides. But she was a whore no more; she was his private pornstar; his chemically enhanced creation, and he was ready to make full use of her most intimate parts.

Alkim threw off his clothes and climbed onto the bed next to her. He cupped his hands over her tits and gave each a nice, thorough squeeze. Hmm, softer than they were. He could feel the difference in the amount of skin squeezed between his fingers. “Am I crazy, or did these get bigger?”

“Y-you noticed!” She beamed with pride, twitching with barely contained lust.

“Of course. A man should know everything about his slut’s body, don’t you think?” He punctuated his question with sharp tweaks of her nipples.

“Ohhh yessss!” Mikaella agreed, pushing her chest further into his groping hands.

Alkim smiled, pleased to confirm the first of his targeted changes in size and sensitivity had become noticeable. From flat to slightly perky. These tits were still far smaller than he wanted them, but Rome wasn’t built in a day, and apparently neither were shortstacks. He wondered what shape they might take on. If she could grow this much in a week, a month could even bring her into Vicky’s range…

The mental image had him licking his lips.

He bent down to suck on each of her hard, dark nipples, partly to prime her, get her used to this kind of foreplay, and of course for the sheer joy of sucking on titties. While he sucked one nipple, he rolled the other between his fingers, massaging the chemicals into her skin. “Yeah, you like that? You want me to suck on these titties?” He asked before switching to the other breast.

“Yesss!” His favorite ABG may have loved it even more than the busty goth, judging by the cadence of her breath, the way she ran her pink nails through his hair as he sucked on her tits. “I love everyyyyything you do to meeee…”

Of course, there was no way Mikaella could know all the things he was doing to her, yet Alkim didn’t doubt her sincerity. From now on, he would do this every day, so that when her milk came in, it wouldn’t catch him off-guard, like Kate’s had. “Mmmm,” he hummed around her turgid nipple. Ahhhh, there’s nothing more relaxing than a mouthful of titty. Well, except for several mouthfuls of titty…

Besides, relaxation wasn’t what they really craved. Alkim popped his lips off her nipple and gave each one a kiss before pushing himself upright until he towered over her supine form. He grabbed her ankles in his hands and began gently prying her legs apart.

Mikaella eagerly assisted the motion by spreading her legs and flipping up her microskirt, opening like a flower in bloom, exposing the darkest, wettest pussy Alkim had ever seen. Dark little labia framing a cute little innie pussy to match her cute little body. She held that spread-eagle position even when he stopped holding her legs, staring up at him with bated breath.

He rubbed his hands up her thighs, delighting at the warmth of her, at the way her muscles twitched with his touch. He wet his fingers in his mouth, teased around her engorged labia, then slipped a finger into her dripping pussy, testing her readiness. She moaned and thrust her hips up to meet him, swallowing his finger to the second knuckle, while her inner walls clenched and tightening madly. After a moment, her hips dropped back down, though she kept her legs spread. Her neck and back lifted off the bed. She watched him work her pussy over through gleaming, desperate eyes, biting her lip, barely holding her tongue.

Oh yeah, she’s ready. A second finger followed, and she gasped sharply. He thumbed over the close-cropped black hairs just above her gushing pussy.

Hmmmm, she shaved it closely, but I can do better…

He knew just what to make. Alkim concentrated on his salivary glands, quickly coating his tongue in a thin layer of thioglycolic acid. It was sour, and left an unpleasant buzz in his mouth, but it was shockingly simple to produce. Just two carbons, and two functional groups: a carboxylic acid, and a thiol. Together, they formed the active ingredient in hair-removal creams.

He gave Mikaella’s light stubble a thorough licking, teasing just around her sensitive bits. Mmmm, she’ll never need that razor again. His fuckdoll shouldn’t be wasting her time on lawn maintenance.

Once that was done and all the acid was expended, it occurred to him that even after receiving dozens upon dozens of blowjobs in a few weeks, he’d never once bothered to return the favor to his Oral Bae. She’d simply never asked. Probably because she came so reliably just from blowing him. Even so, it didn’t seem fair to Alkim that Ania should be the only one to receive what Mikaella had rightfully earned. Mostly though, he just wanted to see what would happen.

Alkim ran his tongue up the crease between her soaking pussy lips, tasting her while giving her a taste of what Ania had gotten in this very bed.

“AAAAHHH!” Mikaella screamed out all the air from her lungs. Her thin legs flew out wider, slipping from her grip and crashing down on his shoulders, though he hardly felt the impact. Her hips bucked up wildly, uncontrollably rubbing her engorged pussy against the face that kept licking at her sensitive clit. She panted breathlessly, her nails clawed at the sheets around her, while her legs began to slide over his shoulders to scissor lock around his neck.

Alkim ate her out through the pulsing, squeezing pressure created by her thighs. He was used to reciprocating, just something he did to get second dates, but he was never a real eater; he’d never taken pride in this sort of work. Until now. What had always been the most reliable method of getting a woman off had become almost unreasonably effective. Every twitch, shudder, and gasp was another testament to his power. The skin down there was just so permeable, so easily penetrated by his mixture of topical chemicals. There were so many nerves to play with, so many ways to pleasure her that simply couldn’t be matched when using her mouth, no matter what he shoved up there.

He soon discovered lapping at her juices was a decently effective means of sampling her body chemistry. Not bad. Clean taste, not too strong. It wasn’t exactly as thorough as a nine-panel test, but as far as he could tell from the chemistry of her pussy juices, she had a normal pH, and she wasn’t carrying anything. Not that he didn’t trust the free clinic, but he felt better having tested her himself.

Though he was sure Mikaella would have preferred he stayed down there, munching away, Alkim decided to move on. He shrugged her legs off and pulled back, wiping his mouth with the back of his wrist. Once he withdrew, Mikaella began to calm down, but not by much. Her hands replaced his mouth within seconds, and she mewled and whined in his absence while she rubbed his innervating chemicals into her already shiny, wet pussy.

Alkim licked his lips and blew her a kiss. “Thought you might appreciate a little role-reversal.”

“Oh my god, Alkim… that was… wow…” she trailed off, lost for words, choosing instead to fill that lull in conversation with the squelching of fingers plunging into her drooling cunt.

“What’s the matter? Pussy got your tongue?”

Mikaella’s only answer was to mewl, bite her lip, and keep touching herself. He took it as a yes.

Damn, maybe I should go down on her more often. There was something about her in this overstimulated and over-pleasured state that he always found so irresistible. Now he really had to see how fucked out she looked after he came inside her. “I’m glad you liked it, but that was just a warmup.”

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