A Quick Detour

Your body or maybe more accurately, your cock calls out for you to take John to the restroom. You grab his big dark hands dragging him to the bathroom. And you barge into one of the open stalls. Your cock is hot against your thigh, aching to be released again. You kiss John as you lock the stall. “Amber, Amber wait,” he says, pulling you away from him. “I just, what about your,” he glances down, “your um situation.”

You hadn’t considered that John wouldn’t want to mess around with you. It’s time to turn on the charm. You slide your hand down his torso, grabbing his dick through his pants. “Are you saying you don’t want me to suck your big… fat… cock?”

“I, um, no well,” he stammers as you sink to your knees. His zipper giving in under your dutiful fingers, his cock showing that at least some part of him wants you. You stroke his cock, running your tongue along the dark shaft.

“Unless, you want me to stop?” you tease, taking your hands away from his privates.

“No, don’t stop,” he sounds so sure.

You give him a playful smile, before diving head first on his dick. The familiar feel of John filling your mouth makes your cock throb. One hand stroking your boyfriend, you use the other to release your new member. Each of your hands has a hard cock to hold, your lips wrapped around his cock.

You rub your pursed lips along his shaft, rubbing your own saliva along his shaft with your own soft lips. You’re loving it, kneeling before John, pleasing him, stroking yourself, but you want more, you want, no need, to be fucked. You give John’s dick a final kiss before standing, turning around to face the back wall of the stall. You shimmy, as you pull your pants down over your butt. “I need you.”

John’s hands caress your behind, his sexual hunger obvious. “Um, Amber your um, it’s gone,” he stops.

You snake your hand under you, brushing past your balls. Your fingers trace the bare patch of skin, your pussy gone. Your cock twitches in need. “Just use the other hole,” you suggest, **** to feel John in you.

John’s spit soaked cock teases your rear entrance. You brace yourself against the back wall, your hands pressing against the grooves between the tiles. You moan as the cockhead slips past your puckered hole. John’s strong hands digging into your soft hips, his own sexual need driving him through you. You reach down stroking yourself in turn with John’s thrusts. The slapping sounds of your sexual encounter echoing off the tiled restroom walls.

You can feel the familiar signs of a male orgasm being held in your hand, you’re still getting used to feeling the other side of it. The throbbing in your groin, the feeling of being on the verge of exploding. You screech as your cock twitches, surging with each new shot of your own cum. The toilet is painted white with your own ejaculate. You clench around John’s cock, coercing his own orgasm, drawing his own load out deep within your bowels.

He holds you close, the both of you catching your breath. His shrinking cock still resting inside of you as you look over your shoulder, meeting John’s lips with your own. Pulling apart, the both of you take the time to stuff your cocks back within the confines of your pants.

“So I think Team Rocket might be related to the Celadon Game Corner. Why don’t you and the boys go scout the place while I check on the girls? Keep a look out for anything suspicious, and especially for Ashley. I didn’t get a picture but she’s pretty distinctive so my description should be enough.” You reach into your bag, handing John the casino tokens you collected from the Slaking encounter.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea, they haven’t seen you so you’re our best chance to catch her off guard. Don’t let her catch you though. Observe and report. I’ll just ride out the rest of the **** with Jack and Daisy.”

You and John walk out of the tournament grounds together hand in hand. You lean against his strong arm as you walk down the street. You give John a kiss when you reach the splitting point, you going one way to the pokecenter, John going the other towards the game corner.

You catch yourself staring at all the women who pass by. Your imagination running wild with thoughts of using your Rx induced cock on each and every one of them. You see a handful of trainers along your route, it takes every bit of your willpower not to challenge them. You want to challenge them, beat them, take them. You divert your eyes from the temptations long enough to reach your destination.

You open the door to the room. Your cock twitches in excitement when you see Daisy topless on the bed. Her breasts have grown to sizes that put even your large bust to shame. You see an array of containers around the room, each filled with milk. Daisy is massaging her chest, a stream of white being expelled into the tub in front of her.

“A, you’re back,” Jack’s voice calls out. You look away from Daisy’s bare chest, through the open bathroom door. Jack is resting in the tub, you approach to see her sitting in a tub of ice water. She can see your confusion, “Oh, the ice. We figured out that it helps numbs my oversensitivity. We were worried about you. We were so focused on us that we didn’t figure out your side effect. But it looks like it wasn’t too hard on you.”

You feel your cock strain as you gaze at Jack’s nude form. Her nipples hard from the cold, the ice shifting with each movement she makes. “It was definitely hard,” you chuckle.