Kristi!!!

You open your eyes. You are laying on a white tiled floor, with waiting room chairs all around you. In the distance you can hear typing from a keyboard. The room is brightly lit, almost as if you are in heaven.

You scratch your head. You’ve been here before. It all comes flooding back to you in a rush. Blowjob Universe, the lesbians, the parade. You’re back in the lobby, which means Kristi really did send you back home.

Thousands of butt naked lesbians, gift wrapped and lined up for your pleasure, all gone with a poof. You start to hyperventilate, your blood boiling. You turn to the counter, where Kristi sits typing away like you’re not even there.

“KRISTI YOU FUCKING BIIIIIITCHH!!!” You roar, lunging for Kristi’s throat. Leaping over the counter, you tackle her out of her chair with your hands wrapped around her neck.

“I-it wasn’t GACK my decision…” She wheezes, arching her back off the ground. Releasing your grip, you grab the collar of her blouse and rip it down the middle. Massaging her neck, Kristi’s heavy double Ds jiggle back and forth as she coughs weakly on the floor.

“GRAAAAAUUUUUUUUUHHHH!!!” You roar, dragging Kristi by her hair. She claws at your fingertips while you rip her up to a kneeling position, where she looks up at you submissively.

Her expression, which you perceive as ‘smug,’ sends you into a blind rage. With another hideous roar, you grab her by her throat and slap her in the face over and over, winding your arm all the way back and swinging as hard as you can. Practically shaking with anger and indignance, you move down to her titties, slapping her fat, heavy bags even harder than her face.

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

WHAP!

Although visually distressed and in pain, the physics of Blowjob Universe override her nervous system, preventing her from fighting back or even defending herself. Overwhelmed by the abuse, she bounces up and down autistically, flapping her arms like a fucking retard with her tongue sticking out of her mouth.

“Well, now that I’m back in Blowjob Universe, I can do whatever I want with you, right?!” You sneer as you savagely beat her breasts. Kristi nods tearfully, grunting in a high-pitched voice at every impact. Her whimpers turn into a full blown shriek when you grab her tender nipples and twist them as hard as you can.

You silence her scream with an impaling of her gullet, slamming your cock into her throat barrier. Kristi brings her hands up to your thighs, digging her fingernails into the hairy flesh.

“Icckm… Schorryhh…” She gags, slurping at the bottom of your cock with her tongue. Kristi looks up at you helplessly, a wet tear starting to smudge her mascara. You grab her head and force her the rest of the way down, her throat makes a soft gluck as your cock passes her tonsils.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you!” You bark.

“MMMCCHK… GLACCKKHHHH!” She chokes.

“Sorry?! It’s a little bit late for sorry!” You retort. Staring down at her, you pinch her nose and grind her chin into your ballsack. Kristi’s cheeks gets redder with each labored gag, she obviously wants to tap out, flail, throw your arms off her head, something, but Blowjob Universe compels her to bounce her tits like a freaky cam girl instead, which pisses you off.

All you want is to inflict a fraction of the pain you felt when your Lesbian paradise was taken away from you, and this whore’s trying to seduce you out of punishing her!

Angered, you grab her hair and step over her shoulders. Kristi falls backwards, but manages to catch herself in a crab-walkesque position. Gripping her skull tightly, you start angrily skullfucking her, your balls make loud, wet smacking noises as they schlep into her chin. With an angry grunt, you push your cock as deep as it’ll go and rub her face back and forth on your abdomen, her lips hug the base of your cock tightly as you smear them into your pelvis.

Kristi looks up at you with wet, puppy-dog eyes, her mascara smeared all over her cheeks. You pinch her nose shut with one hand, holding her head in place with the other. Turning red, then purple, then blue, Kristi starts to writhe under you, unable to fight back, but also unable to sit still while the oxygen drains from her body. Chuckling villainously, you close your eyes and focus, tensing the muscles in your pelvic floor.

Kristi’s eyes widen as you start relieving yourself in her throat, filling her gullet with hot, salty piss. Her throat muscles contract around your cock as she gulps down as much as she can, but the force of your stream proves to be too much for her. Piss sprays out of her nostrils as her gag reflex purges the excess from her throat, scrubbing off the last of the makeup smudged on her face. You empty your bladder in her, twitching out the last few spurts before yanking your cock out with a loud POP!

Sputtering, Kristi falls onto her side and coughs up the stinky, yellow piss you just injected into her stomach, soaking the carpet. Before she can even get her bearings you’re already on top of her, grabbing her roughly by her neck and lifting her to her feet. With a roar, you throw her onto the desk, her computer, her writing utensils, the cheesy photos of her friends and family, clatter onto the floor as she slides to a halt with her head dangling off the side.

Instantly you pile drive your cock into her throat, slamming your hips into Kristi’s spitty and slightly chafed chin. You knead her heavy, slop covered breasts for a moment, pressing in her perky nipples, before winding up and delivering two hard shots to the side of them.

WHAP!

WHAP!

The desk shakes as Kristi kicks her feet in agony, her lips glued to the base of your cock. Laughing, you slap her breasts again and again, taking pleasure in this stupid whore’s distress. Kristi’s writhing turns up to eleven when you grab her tender, raw nipples with both hands and twist, torquing them like you’re trying to rip them off her chest.

“GRRRCCKKHH!!! GGLLLLRRRIISSSHHHCKKK!!!” She gargles as she panics underneath of you. The desk rumbles from the frantic writhing of her limbs, you gleefully drive your cock even further into her gullet as you twist and rip at her beautifully bruised nipples.

Planting your hands on her tits, you start pounding Kristi’s face, slamming your full body weight into her gullet. The desk shrieks as each impact scoots it across the floor, the shrill metallic sound almost drowning out Kristi’s guttural throat sounds.

Scooting Kristi forward, you climb up onto the desk and drop your hips onto her head, her limbs flail around you as she panics underneath of you. Evidently, you’ve drawn some attention from other characters in the universe, as you hear the gentle sound of hooves clip copping up to you.

“Able Master?” You call out into the waiting room. The muscular, snow-white stallion trots into view, whinnying when you make eye contact with him.

“Well hello there David! Long time no see!” He whinnies playfully. “I understand you got yourself into a bit of a ruckus there in Lesbian Universe?”

You grow indignant again. “A ruckus?! Kristi’s bitch ass sent me there! And just when I had everything perfect, she took it from me!” Kristi gags in agreement, spraying you with phlegmy spit.

“Well, I get that, and you have every right to do what you’re doing,” the horse neighs. “I’m just sorry it all had to go down this way.”

“Grrguh Greuuhh…” Kristi adds.

“Shut up dog!” You shout, slapping her pussy. The sensation of vomit bubbling out of her throat-hole brings you great pleasure.

“Well David, I actually came here with an offer for you, straight from the higher ups,” Able master neighs. “For causing you all of this trouble.”

“What kind of an offer?” You question, pushing yourself up on your hands. Kristi’s body twitches underneath of you, most likely from the additional weight on her face.

“We can send you back to Lesbian Universe, on one condition. There’s only one lesbian you can interact with, and before you get any ideas, we keep her quarantined FAR away from the other residents.”

“I can go back?!” You say incredulously. Kristi spews onto the desk as you unhilt your cock, choking and gasping for air. You hop off the desk, squeegeeing off the slop Kristi left on your dick and balls and flicking it in her direction.

“Yes, you can go back. I’ll have Kristi make a door for you, you’re free to come and go as you please.”

Kristi, coughing and hacking on her desk, reaches underneath and presses a button, spawning a door that’s a rather ugly shade of pink. You flip her the bird on your way out, charging right through without saying goodbye.