Why not?

"Ok," I said hesitantly. "Liz, come blow me."

She nodded vacantly and slowly moved forward. When she reached me, she furrowed her brow and looked down. She opened her mouth to speak, but struggled to vocalize.

I took her by the hand and guided her toward the couch. I sat down with her standing front of me. She compliantly followed, her face blank.

"Liz, please reach down and unzip my pants." She fumblingly did as she was told. "Please take my penis out." After some awkward fishing, she pulled out my now-erect cock.

I realized she had nothing to kneel on. Not wanting to cause her discomfort, I handed her a nearby throw pillow. "Kneel on this and wrap your lips around my cock."

As she did so, I sighed and leaned back in satisfaction. Now that the adrenaline had worn off, I was feeling the edible again. My head swam a little bit as I felt her warm lips envelop me and I closed my eyes.

"Liz, please suck my dick." After a moment, I felt her head begin to bob up and down. The movement was mechanical but not unpleasant. It suited my relaxed state.

A noise startled me out of my peaceful, slow erotic reverie. Liz, of course, didn't react. She continued to work my shaft robotically. I opened my eyes and saw Jess and Chloe grinning at me. They had clambered noisily down the stairs and were now watching me get a blowjob with a twinkle of amusement.

Chloe spoke first. "Whoo, he's getting some! How do you like that, Liz?" Irritatingly, Liz stopped for a moment to try to think of a response. She let out a low, brief groan before starting again.

"Ignore them, Liz. Girls, what are you doing down here?"

"We got hungry," Jess said. They were now wearing panties and nothing else. As they sashayed into the kitchen, Chloe called out.

"She's got great tits! You should add em to your collection!" Jess looked at her quizzically. "Oh, Dan owns these tits. I wanted him to do something sexy to me so that's what he did. He could do the same to you."

Jess shrugged noncommittally. "I want a sandwich or something first. Liz, where do you keep the snacks?"

Liz continued pumping away without response. "Just find it yourself!" I yelled. I turned my attention back to the woman working my rod. "Liz, could you start to speed up a little? And maybe use your tongue?"

It took her a few moments to process this, but her pumping got faster. Her motions were getting sloppier and I realized that her neck must be exhausted. Feeling a little guilty, I decided to wrap this up. As I started to thrust back, I felt her tongue roughly pressing against the tip of my shaft. I grabbed her shoulders and felt her tense up slightly in response. I pulled myself closer to her and feeling my dick hit the back of her throat gave me a jolt of pleasure. She gagged just a little bit but kept going. I wrapped my legs around her back, feeling the first tremors of climax in my balls.

"Hey Dan, do you-"

I didn't even know which one of them was speaking. "Shut the fuck up!" I yelled, momentarily distracted. Liz was faster and sloppier than ever now, basically thrusting her entire head up and down with her mouth open. I reached down and grabbed her head, pulling it back. She glanced up and looked into my eyes and I saw nothing - no emotion, no cognition. She was empty and desolate as the sea.

At that moment I moaned loudly and blew my load across her face. She didn't even blink as her face was coated with my seed. Her mouth was open and her eyes were staring through me, but she was panting heavily from the effort. When I finally felt myself emptied out, I instructed her to lick me clean. She did so methodically, then sat inert.

"Liz, go clean yourself up." Without a word, she got up and walked toward the stairs. When she was almost to them, she stopped. After a long pause, she turned around with a smile. Her face and hair were still glazed with my cum.

"Thank you, Dan," she said. She turned and went up to take a shower.