Heather, coming to take care of me

I turn to face Heather as she walks into the kitchen, looking thoroughly pleased with herself—and thoroughly eager, oddly enough. “Everyone’s gone,” she says, “so now I can take care of you.” She startles me by dropping to her knees in front of me and undoing my belt. What the—this can’t be what it looks like. —Can it?

“Heather,” I ask uncertainly, “what are you doing?”

“Oh, baby,” she coos, looking up into my eyes—adoringly?—as she fishes my dick out of my pants, “I knew after eating all those pussies, the first thing you’d want to do was get your rocks off. Surely you didn’t think I didn’t know that? That’s why I had you come into the kitchen, so you couldn’t.” Heather smiles lustfully up at me and pulls my waistband down below my balls. “I get to do that.” She looks down at my rod—which never really went down, and is now back to full attention—and her eyes go wide. “It’s even bigger than Alyssa said,” she breathes. “A cock this beautiful needs more room.” With that, she abruptly pulls everything down around my ankles. “Step out of your pants, baby,” she purrs.

Not trusting myself to speak, I silently comply, kicking my clothes aside. Heather rubs her face up and down my shaft several times, catlike, then fixes her eyes on mine and licks it slowly from the base to the tip. She swirls her tongue slowly around my little purple helmet, her mouth wide open. “Fuck, Heather, that’s so good . . .” I moan. “I never could have dreamed . . .” Her eyes sparkle. She caresses my glans with her lips and feathery licks of her tongue, then starts sucking it like an ice-cream cone. She sucks a little harder with each pass until I’m about to go out of my mind. “I’m—going—to cum,” I gasp.

Heather pulls off for a moment to say, “Yeah, cum for me, baby. Cum in my mouth. Let me taste your cream. Don’t hold back, baby—give me everything . . .”

“OK,” I grind out. “Here—I—” Heather seals her lips around the base of my cockhead and sucks hard. “—CUUUUMMMM!” My hips jerk involuntarily, but she was clearly prepared for the possibility, as she moves along with me. My hands clench on the counter behind me as my balls do their level best to send my spunk into orbit. Her eyes never leave mine as she guzzles my cum, swallowing blast after blast. She can’t quite keep up, so a little leaks out of the corners of her mouth, but not much.

When I collapse against the counter, spent for the moment, with a long groan, Heather releases me and licks her lips. “Mmmmm, tasty,” she purrs. “You eat a lot of pineapple, don’t you?” I nod, and she gives me a sexy smirk. “I can tell. I appreciate it.” She stands up and takes my hand. “You look like your knees are about to give out on you. I’ll take that as a compliment, but you should probably sit down.”

Heather draws me over to the table and waits until I take a seat before refilling my coffee mug. She sets my plate in front of me and puts my mug next to it, then sits down across the corner of the table with a mug and a plate of her own. She takes a berry tart, then passes me the serving plate. I snag a berry tart for myself and take a bite; it’s as good as the spiced peach tart, and I sigh in pleasure. She smiles at my reaction. “So, Andrew, I know I kind of ambushed you,” she says softly, “but I take it you’re not complaining.”