Morning 'Dose'

The differences between this treatment and the one before were stark. For starters, this one could hardly be described as a blowjob. Megan was taking her time slowly stroking and analyzing your member. She was like a scientist who had just discovered a new fossil, something strange and wondrous, yet also dangerous. Her palm ran over the sensitive flesh on your underside, and your dick flexed in return. She pulled back for a moment, gauging your reaction, before returning.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

You shook your head with a smile. “Megan, like I said. Take your time. I want you to be comfortable with this.”

“I know… I’ll stop apologizing, I swear. This is just weird.”

“That’s an understatement.”

She smiled awkwardly as her soft hand began to more deliberately stroke you. You breathed out a contended sigh at the sensation and settled into your spot on the couch. Slow and steady, she worked you from below. Her tits jiggled with the movement despite being contained in a bra. Large and bouncy as they were, there was little a piece of fabric could do to fully hold them back.

When she looked up, she caught you staring at her cleavage. She looked away, then down at her own tits, before shrugging.

“I suppose I can’t really draw the line at looking at my tits right now, can I?”

“If you don’t want me to look,” you began.

“Oh please. I-I took off my shirt for a reason. Besides,” she gripped you tighter now. “The quicker you get off, the less time I have to spend making you cum.”

“Exactly. That’s just strategic,” you breathed. A bead of sweat pricked on the back of your neck as your heart slowly began to pick up.

“Heh, yeah.” She looked up at you with a sassy smile, your cock gripped in her hand and slightly obscuring her face. “This is all strategy.”

You tried to think of a reply to keep things light and conversational, but instead looked up as something caught in your eye. You could have sworn you saw something move around the corner. But you only devoted a small amount of time to it before focusing back on the lesbian on her knees below you.

She brushed a lock of hair behind her ears, but it fell down in front of her face again. Without thinking, you reached forward to brush it back. Through heavy lidded eyes, she looked up at you as your hand rested on the side of her head. Her hand kept pumping you as the urge to grip her hair filled your mind. Your eyes searched hers for her desires, and saw your own reflected back at you.

But then the professional voice in your mind won out. You brushed another lock of her hair out of her face and brought your hand back to your side.

She swallowed heavily and licked her lips while her hands slowly found a rhythm. It was unskilled and slightly uncomfortable, but still nice enough. However, while you were happy to lay back and enjoy it as long as you could, you knew that was not what Megan wanted.

“This is nice,” you said softly. “But if you want me to cum… I’m gonna need more than a dry hand.”

She seemed startled by the sound of your voice, lost as she was. It was just her addiction, you told yourself. The thought of your cum was making her act strangely, nothing more. But as she sat up and her tits came level with your cock, you still found yourself thinking in a very unprofessional manner.

“Should I get lotion?” she asked with a hitched voice.

You ignored her tone and shook your head. “If you plan to put any part of my penis in your mouth, lotion is a bad idea. You could use any edible oil if you want. But, it might stain the couch.”

“Oh, I see,” she whispered conspiratorially. She leaned forward until her mouth was over your cock and spat on it. “I’ve seen this in porn before.”

You shuddered as her saliva dripped onto your length before her still-moving hand worked it along your shaft. It was quickly accompanied by another glob as Megan now brought up a second hand to more fully stroke you.

“When… wow, that’s nice,” you moaned. The room quickly filled with the regular wet squelch of her stroking your thick cock, occasionally broken up with her pausing to spit on it more. “When did you watch porn like this? Rachel said you’ve been out since middle school.”

She looked up at you, a crimson flush spreading across her cheeks and down to her chest. Her lips were gently parted as her breathing picked up from the strain, but also from her own desire. You could see it in her eyes, the blatant want. She bit her lip below you and let out the smallest moan. It was so quiet you were not convinced it had actually happened.

“I…” realization lit her eyes as she took in a breath to speak. “Um. Well, recently with the, uh, addiction…”

“You don’t need to say anything else,” you said quietly. You could only guess how her desires had been affecting her lately.

“It’s ok,” she said, leaning forward to spit on you again. A string of saliva connected her mouth to your cock before it dripped down onto her bouncing cleavage. “It helped for a little while actually.”

Your brows came together in confusion. Her confession served to break through the fog of lust that had settled over your brain. This was slightly out of your field, but was there something to the psychological effects of watching porn with cum in it?

“What do you mean?” your interest sharpened your voice, though not enough to fully break Megan out of her own brain fog.

“It was really weird at first,” another glob of spit coated your cock. Her chin was splattered with it too, along with her tits. “I felt guilty.” Her breathing was heavy, matching yours. “But I felt this urge… I think I’ve known for a long time, honestly.” Her hands tightened around your cock, making you moan.

A bead of precum oozed out, catching Megan’s gaze. She quickly leaned down and swiped her tongue across your tip. Her eyelids fluttered in pleasure as the taste coated her tongue, but her hands never stopped.

“When a guy came,” she continued with labored breathing now. “It… I got really wet. And it made me feel like I do when I’m with a woman.” She leaned down with a strained groan to lick another bead of precum off of you. It sent your stomach tumbling and you groaned out in unison with her. “When I came to porn like that… it made the buzzing, the brain fog, all of it, faded for a little while.”

“That’s really interesting,” you managed through gritted teeth. Another bead of precum, and Megan leaned down and licked it off. “Fuck,” you slipped. Megan looked up at you, blue eyes searching yours.

“Are you getting close?” she asked.

“Starting to,” you breathed out. Another bead of precum, and Megan moaned as she had more semen to taste. This time, she wrapped her lips around your broad head and sucked.

“Fucking hell!” you exclaimed and arched yourself up, into her mouth.

“Mmm,” Megan moaned around your cockhead between your legs while her hands worked tirelessly. You felt her tongue run around you over and over again as she collected every drop of precum as it oozed out of you. Your legs flexed on either side of her as she worked to suck every drop of precum out of your cock.

The sounds of her sucking and pumping your slick cock filled the air. She debased herself below you. Her hands and mouth worked in unison to make you cum. Spit coated her lips and chin, before dripping down to her tits, just like the previous night. Her moans vibrated along you, sending bolts of pleasure down through your legs. When your eyes found hers, they were full of desperate need for your cum.

It was her eyes that set you over the edge.

“Fuck… Megan!” was all you managed to say.

Her eyes widened in alarm at your words and the expression on your face. She closed her eyes tight as the cum shot into her mouth, rope after thick rope coating her tongue and teeth. She swallowed with difficulty, causing some to spill out of her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and onto your cock, with some dripping down her tits.

You moaned loudly through your orgasm, briefly forgetting that Rachel was somewhere else in the house. You didn’t care, your entire brain was focused on the lesbian whose mouth never left you, whose hands kept up their relentless pace, and whose belly you were filling with your cum.

After cumming twice last night, you knew it was a smaller load than she had received previously. However, as she sat back with a look of unabashed pleasure on your face, you knew it didn’t matter. Even reduced, you had a natural proclivity towards a large cumshot. And again, more than that, your semen was high in the sugars her body so desperately craved.

You both breathed heavily afterwards. Your head fell back against the couch, while Megan went about using her fingers to gather up all the rest of the cum that she had not been able to swallow. She scraped it off her chin and her tits, before leaning forward to lather your cock with her tongue.

Eyes snapping open, you leaned forward to watch the redheaded beauty lick all of the cum that had spilled back onto you. She it along all sides of your shaft, before lowering her lips to your base and sucking it up where it had pooled there. She completed her collection task by returning to your tip and wrapping her lips around you once more. Her cheeks caved in as she sucked, hard, and a hand went down to slowly, but firmly, stroke your entire softening length. She moaned appreciatively with every drop she managed to collect.

When she was done, she rocked back onto her heels and looked up at you in a daze.

“That felt… efficient,” she mumbled.

You were at a loss for words as you looked down at her, your surprise writ across your face. Eventually, you found the ability to speak as Megan stood up on shaky legs and pulled her shirt back on.

“And you learned that through Porn?” you asked incredulously.