With a morning blowjob from Natasha, your personal cumdumpster

The day starts as what has become your usual: you wake up, take a quick shower just to get into the groove of the day and then a light breakfast. It would be normal routine if your meal wasn't interrupted by your live-in cock warmer Natasha returning from her morning work-out, giving you a bright smile and an energetic "Good morning, boss!".

Natasha, real name Mary-Ann Smith, was one of the first women that accosted you and demanded you rate her tits. She ticked every box you had, a naturally beautiful heart-shaped face, pale skin, short raven hair, skinny waist and arms, a nice, tight bubble butt complemented by huge, fake tits.

You had given her a special S+ grade, the first time you had given anyone such a high score, and she became so overjoyed that she pledges to become your full-time sex ****, much to your surprise. At the time, you were still in the early stages of knowing the power the universe had given you, but you agreed to her offer anyway, as would any man.

Natasha still had her independence, after all living with someone that had no thought of their own would quickly grow boring, but if you gave an order she had to obey. Like you did now, as you snapped your fingers and point to your boxers. Always eager to please, she crawls beneath your table and pulls your underwear down with her teeth.

"Can I take some pictures for social media?"

Besides being your living cum socket, Natasha also was a camgirl and photos of her caked with your jizz were her favorite form of self-promotion. She gripped the base of your prick and cockslapped herself while taking pictures. Once she was satisfied, she peppers your shaft with kisses and slurps your nuts before taking you balls deep in her tight throat.

She hands you her phone, looking up with tears in her gorgeous green eyes as she holds your prick in her spasming gullet until she runs out of air. Then, she turns to slobbering on your balls as she regains her breath, your pre-cum dripping onto her face.

"Alright, give me a peace sign." You say and, with your balls in her mouth and schlong on her face, she does what you ask and you snap a picture that is sure to gather a lot of attention. Once the sound of the camera goes off, she returns to her sacred duty of coaxing a load out of you.

Sucking on your gland loudly and obscenely, just like you loved it, Natasha jerked you off with one hand while the other fondled your nuts. Her warm, delicate fingers and skillful tongue have your dick throbbing within minutes and you put your hands in the back of her head in a message she has become intimately familiar: she pushes herself as deep as she can go, until her dainty nose is resting against your pubes and your cock is firmly lodged in the back of her throat.

Her throat tightens around your prick as she begins to run out of breath again but, like the good little slut she is, Natasha doesn't dare to pull out until she feels your jizz coating her insides. But she does need to come up for air, the last few strands of your load landing in her pretty, pale face. She is a mess of tears, spit and ruined make-up, but smiles sweetly as knowing just how much you enjoyed it.

"Hmmm... clean me up, Natasha. I've got to get to work."

"Sure, boss." She says, gently licking your shaft clean. She gives your cockhead a kiss goodbye and tucks your cock playfully back into your boxers. "Anything else?"

"Not for now. I'm a busy man, you know."

"Aww." Natasha gives you a fake pout, making you tug on her hard nipple teasingly. She moans and you hesitate a moment before heading out to the office.

Your office is just a short 5-minute walk from your apartment and is nothing more than a means for you to organize and profit from your fake tit analysis. Up until you opened it, you were accosted in the street by hordes of women wanting you to grade them, which was awesome at first but soon grew old.