Correcting a Mistake? and More with Andrea

Thankfully, Saturday is a relatively uneventful day of working with Jeff, but I manage to bring my vial count up to 3.

Sunday and Monday I fill 3 vials each day, with the help of Tiffany's aggressive teasing. I make a mental note to myself that I should maybe move her priority up my list to helping her back out with college. Her teasing is definitely useful to me getting more cum to use later, but now that I'm bareback fucking Charyl, and have fucked Andrea, I'm thinking I should sit down and re-evaluate what I'm actually trying to accomplish. Do I want to fuck her? I mean, I do. I'm a hot-blooded male, I want to fuck almost anyone attractive, but do I really want to I mean. Its different when I don't know someone, but I guess I've become a bit emotionally attached to her.

Tuesday morning I head back over to Charyl's. I bring just one extra vial today, in case of emergency. When I get there, Charyl greets me, and we head inside.

"I haven't found anyone yet." I tell Charyl.

"No one on my end either." Charyl responds.

"Have you thought of anything you might want changed?" I ask.

"Well, I hate Pete right now, and I'm pretty sure you made me do that, but if I'm going to be living with him, and having him raise our children, I don't think its good if I feel that way. Maybe tone it back to something else?" Charyl says.

"Yeah, now that you mention it, I probably did go overboard before when I was getting back at him. I'll try and fix that up. We could go farther than that even really. Once we've had some practice together, I'll give you some cum to use on him. I'll let you mold him into your ideal father figure for our kids." I say.

When I finish speaking, Charyl leans in and gives me a kiss, moving her hand down to grope my crotch. "That would be perfect." Charyl says, and she turns around quickly, revealing her bare ass under her skirt as she guides me up to the bedroom.

After a vigorous fucking session in the master bedroom, Charyl falls into a trance as I cum in her.

"Charyl, you don't hate Pete."
"I... I..." Charyl says, and breaks out of her trance.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUUUUUCK." Charyl moans as she feels my cum in her.

She took the words out of my mouth. Its only a guess, but I made her hate Pete under a pretty strong trance. I'll either need to move her back to not hating him slowly, or give her a big dose again to fix it. If I'm doing that, I should really think on any other changes I need to make while she's under a deep trance.

After Charyl calms down a bit, she says, "You didn't fix what I think of Pete. Was there an issue?"

"I, uh, well made that change while you were in a pretty deep trance, so I'm gonna need to haul some cum over Friday to fix it. Basically, its not deep enough to change your opinion again. If there is anything really deep seated you want changed next time, let me know." I say.

"Well, I suppose I'll just have to wait." Charyl says, cuddling against me.

We lie there in bed for a little while, before we make our way to the kitchen, have some lunch, and then a small second breeding session in the living room.

I decide that, given Charyl likely has to taste my cum's aftertaste frequently, I should help her a little.

"Charyl, my cum has a good aftertaste."
"Your... cum... has a good... aftertaste."
"My cum has a good aftertaste."
"Your cum... has a good... aftertaste."
"My cum has a good aftertaste."
"Your cum has a good aftertaste."
"You don't hate Pete."
"I..." Charyl wakes up again, and starts bucking against me and moaning.

I've stated before that it doesn't actually feel that good, but a part of my ape brain really likes driving a woman to orgasm, so I gladly sit through Charyl riding out hers.

After we tidy up, I tell Charyl I'll be back on Friday, and I'll bring more cum to hopefully fix her feelings towards Pete.

That evening I sit and think about any other major changes I might want to make, and decide on one other change I should make. Before I made her not want sex while pregnant, but in retrospect, Charyl can have sex with me, as long as I'm wearing a condom. I thought about it after Andrea rode me, but I can just collect that cum then, and continue having sex with her. I fill one more vial with cum before I head to bed.

Wednesday morning, I decide to bring a towel with me to work, and I stash it behind the counter. The last few weeks Andrea has come in on either Wednesday or Thursday, so I figure I should bring a towel in with me to lay or sit on, just in case.

I fill one vial in the morning, during some down time before the lunch rush, but other than that, business as usual.

Luckily for me, Andrea does arrive in the afternoon. I decide to let Tiffany stay up front, and make a mental note to have Andrea respond quietly while in trance before grabbing the towel and following Andrea into the restroom. Today I make sure to lock the door behind me, and lay the towel out.

Andrea begins undressing, and I notice something which takes me a minute to put together, but it looks like she currently has a tampon in. I hadn't really thought about it, but obviously that's a thing that happens.

As Andrea undresses, I do as well, and she motions for me to lay down again, as she pulls a condom out.

"Look, I'm uh, not that comfortable fucking you while you're on your period." I say.

"First of all, a period is completely natural, and you'd have a condom on. Second, I didn't say I was going to be using my pussy today." Andrea says, as she opens the condom and puts it on me.

Once she's done, she reaches behind herself, and makes a weird face. Then, in front of my eyes, I see what she meant. She's currently holding a decently sized butt plug.

I've never been someone particularly interested in Anal, but when a hot woman is looking to do anal cowgirl to eat your cum, well, it has a way of making you hard. I give Andrea an affirmative to go ahead, she slathers the condom with lube, and she slowly lowers her ass onto my cock. After a very slow first minute, she finally starts to move in a way that starts to stir my cock up.

After a couple of minutes of ass fucking, I let out a small moan, and Andrea responds, "Yeah, give me that fucking sauce. God, it was so good." As she finishes speaking, I feel her ass tighten up a little, and notice her nipples get hard. The extra sensation makes it feel even better, and I only hold out for another minute.

"I'm cumming." I moan, and I feel Andrea tense up at my comment. Once I finish cumming, Andrea slowly raises herself off my cock.

The condom isn't particularly clean. Then she reaches in her purse, and puts on a rubber glove, then when I stand up, she removes the condom and moves it up to drink. As she does so, her hand slackens.

Fuck, I reach and grab the dirty condom, and help her drink it down. I'm glad we are in the restroom, I go over and wash right after.

"Andrea, whisper your responses to me in trance."
"Whisper my responses you to in trance."
"Today's sauce wasn't as good as when you used your pussy."
"Today's sauce wasn't as good as when I used my pussy."
"Since it wasn't as good, it won't even get you close to orgasm."
"Since it wasn't as good, it won't even get me close to orgasm."
"The lower quality of it will make you crave the better cum even more."
"The lower quality of it... will make me crave the better cum even more."
"The lower quality of it will make you crave the better cum even more."
"The lower quality of it will make me crave the better cum even more."
"You still want to push boundaries to make the sauce better."
"I still want to push boundaries to make the sauce better."
"You'll still tip me well today, despite the lower quality."
"I'll... still tip... you well today... despite the lower... quality."

Damn, she was planning on giving me less even though it wasn't... well, I guess it was my fault. I'm the one who makes her like my cum or not, but I'd rather fuck pussy, so whatever.

"You'll still tip me well today, despite the lower quality."
"I'll still tip you well today... despite the lower quality."
"You'll still tip me well today, despite the lower quality."
"I'll still tip you well today, despite the lower quality."
"Wake up in 5 seconds."

"Mmmmm. Good, but last time was much better. I took a chance today with anal, but I guess it just can't compete in flavor with when you use here." Andrea says, motioning to her vagina.

"Well, I suppose they did evolve to stimulate each other." I reply.

"Yes... well. Anyway, I'll still tip you the normal amount. I'll be out in a few minutes, I need to tend to the area. Regular coffee." Andrea says motioning towards her backside.

I gather up the towel, and head out front to make the coffee. I notice a distinct lack of Tiffany out front, and tiptoe to the back room. Hearing stifled moans of "John" I smile, and head back up front to wait for either woman to appear.

Andrea is the first to show up, she pays for her coffee, and generously tips me my usual $50, and heads out. A few minutes later Tiffany shows up. She gives me a quick look, blushes, and stays quiet. After an hour, she's back to her usual teasing though, so I'm glad that nothing to much seems to have changed.

That evening I fill another vial, and Thursday I fill three more. Giving me a grand total of 15 vials. I decide I should bring all of them to Charyl's place tomorrow. After all, the worst case scenario is that I don't actually have enough cum, and waste whatever I used until that point.

Friday morning, I head over to Charyl's place, and once I get there, I tell her to store the vials of cum in their kitchen fridge. For now, I don't want them sitting out right away, since I want to talk with her about any other deeply seated changes, and keeping that many vials on me when I don't have to bothers me.

We get them settled into the fridge, and sit down in the living room to start talking, when the living room doorbell rings.

My heart stops for a second. I look at Charyl. Her face looks frozen in panic. I touch her to bring her to reality.

The doorbell rings twice in short succession. Whoever is there must want something.

"I think you need to answer it." I whisper.

"But... what if its someone I know." Charyl says.

I calm down a little, "Just tell them I'm an old high school friend that you reconnected with." I say, "Its not far from the truth."

Charyl calms down a bit, gets up, and heads towards the door.