Inside her mouth.

You tell Claire to open her mouth and close her eyes as you turn the water off. You wouldn't want water to interfere with her reward.

"Are you sure?" Claire asks. "You aren't doing anything weird to me, right? Not some prank?"

You tell her to trust you AND that this reward is nothing weird and completely natural. It's natural from where you're from in fact and done to show thanks too. You also remind her to stop stroking only when you say to stop.

"Ooo, this is a first you've told me about your culture!" She closes her eyes and opens her mouth wide open. "If you say so."

You tell her to give you fast, hard strokes and aim your dick into her mouth. As she does so, you hear her excitedly giggle, "I wonder what the reward is? I can't wait!"

Neither can you.

Your balls churning, hips thrusting, and eyes focusing on Claire only. The amazing sensation of her hands send you to Cloud Nine.

At last, you cum.

Thick white glop spurts from your cock directly into her mouth. Her mouth filled with your seed. You can hear her gag a bit as she continues to stroke you, the fervor still there. Eventually you stop shooting your load and your orgasm subsides. You tell her to stop and she does so immediately.

You'll have to return the favor of receiving pleasure another time.

You notice she hasn't spat it out in confusion nor swallowed in surprised. Her cheeks are puffed up like a chipmunk storing nuts in their mouth. Her eyes are slightly watery from her reward.

She tries to say something while her mouth is still full of cum and closed. You decipher what she's trying:

"What do I do with this?" her eyes pleading for an answer, her mouth opens the cum present and the tip of her tongue could be seen like the fin of a dolphin in the ocean's surface.

You tell her savor every drop and swallow. You can tell she doesn't exactly want to do it.

She's a nice woman, she's helped you out, why not show a little mercy?

You explain that in your culture, spitting out the reward is rude and insulting to the chef.

The chef being you.

Her eyes widen in surprise at such a bizarre culture. A bit of semen dribbles off of her mouth and onto the wet watery floor. It follows the stream and into the shower drain.

She gulps.

You wouldn't blame her for that small tidbit falling off, to be fair it was a huge load and her first time. Claire on the other hand isn't so forgiving of herself it seems.

"I'M SO SORRY!" She grabs you with a strong grip and hugs you intensely, her cheek to you stomach and arms wrapped around you, "That was incredibly rude of me! That's two times I've been rude to you now!"

This development was _quite _unexpected, and you managed to pry her off, even if barely. For such a slender woman her strength is no joke. You can tell some tears might unfold.

"How can I make it up to you?" she asks.

You tell her that when you'll think of something later to how she can make it up and the fact the dick massage was helpful.

She calms down and the two of you dry up and get dressed. This time she wears a light blue tank top and pink shorts that are halfway to her thighs.

You take notice of her nipples poking through the fabric and you make tell of the shape even when it's soft. Even though you just saw her nude, seeing her in that outfit is alluring in its own right.

While you're putting on your clothes you make a joke with Claire and she laughs. You hope she feels better. Once you both leave the restroom, Claire goes to the living to do some sewing; beside her is a small pile of clothes with tears of the sort.

You join her. Not like you have anything else to do.

"So what was that stuff?"

You look at the pile of torn clothes that you've mended.

"No, back in the shower. It was kinda salty but also tasty too." Claire said, "It came from your penis."

You tell her it's a special juice only you can reproduce, it acts as a skin product and even as a protein shake. It can also be used for tight squeezes. From a cultural, you hope the women here appreciate this.

"That's so interesting!" She smiled at this new information, "If you want to give anyone that stuff, feel free to do it. I'm sure they'll be thankful you're helping them!"

You nod saying you'll make sure save some for her family since they're letting you live with them.

"I hope they enjoy this as much as I am learning about it first-hand." Claire says. "If the other women are confused, just explained it to them or say Claire gave you the thumbs up. They'll be on board with it in a jippy."

You wonder just who Claire is to this town. You look at the clock and it's almost dinner time (from what Claire said).

While sewing you hear the door to the front of the house click. Claire leaves her seat and makes her way to the door.

You watch as she leaves, that moving in slow motion as her legs almost glide across the room. You wonder who it could be at the door.