Lets try it out

He was staggeringly attractive, in a way I had never experienced before. It was as if his looks had been filed somewhere in my brain in the “Ideal man” folder. I was happy to be lying down, or my knees might have wobbled out from underneath me. I was obviously embarrassed because he came in as I was exploring the inner depths of my mouth with a dildo, but I think I would have blushed anyway when he looked at me. As if the mere power of his glance could make me melt, make me insignificant in the shining light of his awe, and his attention for me was the single most precious gift I could receive.

He smiled at me.

(He smiled at me! Wow!!!)

He said: “Hello, Tracy.”

(He talks to me!)

“Hello… Sir… Mister… erm…” I replied.

“You can call me Daniel, for now. This must all be very confusing to you. I’m sorry we had to go through all this… but we really didn’t have any alternative. “

He looked from my face to the dildo, which I had tried to put back down on the bedside table unnoticed. I obviously hadn’t elude his hawk’s eyes. He continued:

“It seems you have already found the modification we applied?”

Maybe I should have responded fierce, insulted, abused, firing away questions at him, or spitting out my fury on the abusive treatment… but somehow I didn’t want to do any of that. Instead, I felt meek and pliable, still deeply impressed by Daniel’s authoritative presence.

“Erm… yes, it seems so…”

“Well, isn’t it great? All the joys that sex can provide for you… duplicated! With a second clit in the back of your throat, giving a blowjob will be just as enjoyable to you as to the guy receiving it! So, how does it feel? “

My cheeks tried to find an even darker shade of red, but failed. I couldn’t think of any reply.

“Aw, come on! You were feeling it out just now as we entered! I payed a goddamn fortune for this, you know… surely I deserve some sort of feedback from you? “

He was so incredibly dominating and compelling, I couldn’t remain silent any longer, and I simply wasn’t able to lie to him, though all I could do was stammer:

“Well, it… feels like… erm, I dunno… very strange, very new and unfamiliar… but also, very sexy…”

His smile broadened even wider, then said: “You don’t believe how happy I am to hear that! I just knew you were the right candidate when I saw your file! But, you know, you really shouldn’t be trying it out with a crude dildo like that… here, this will be SO much better!“

He stepped up to the bed, and unzipped. His cock jumped out, dangling right in front of me. His enthusiasm was infectious, my anxiety was fading away. It was the first dick I saw in my life… but there wasn’t any fear or disgust for a senior man dangling his naked member in the face of a teenage girl, my entire mind was obsessed with his suggestion instead.

He knows it! He knows what he’s doing to me, that I can’t resist him, and that I would never refuse him… but HOW?

The thought passed. Even more than the rest of him, the sight of his cock inspired an unprecedented awe. Even a mere dildo had felt so good… how would this genuine naked penis feel when it was banging into the newly received pleasure knob at the back of my throat?

I wanted to find out… I opened my lips and bent towards his pink acorn. I held back my hands; it somehow felt like sacrilege to need them for guiding him inside. I sucked slightly, and the shaft followed the vacuum, sliding deeper down. My new clit welcomed him: “I’m here, I’m here, come for me, touch me, embrace me!” and he took my invitation. My mouth gobbled up more and more of his length. When he reached the back of my throat, it felt like an electrical pulse, as if energy jumped from his pink tip onto my waiting button. He pressed it, holding silent for a second, then started a pulsating thrust in and out of my mouth, pushing me into a sensation of ecstasy on every downthrust, as if I was being submerged in it. This felt like a clit alright… actually, it felt like a super-clit.

It didn’t take long for me to get to orgasm, and it wasn’t like anything I had ever produced in my room at home. Church bells, fireworks and explosions were completely inadequate metaphors to describe the intense flood of rapture that gushed through me. I must have howled and groaned, though my mouth was too stuffed with his dick to produce much sound.

There was nothing like the taste of a sticky fluid in the back of my throat, which one of my more experienced school friends had described, so I guessed he didn’t cum. Yet slowly he withdrew his cock from the depth of my mouth, leaving me room to heave and rasp in the comedown of my summit. He zipped up, and looked down at me with a warm and benevolent glance.

“Well, it surely seems to be working alright!”

I nodded in reply, then managed to utter on the rhythm of my heaving: “That was… the best… ever…”

Daniel looked to the side, where the doctor was still standing and observing, who now added: “Well, the length of the nerves between throat and brain is obviously much shorter than it is to the vagina… the neural sensation gets much less diluted on the way. The orgasm basically splashes right into her brain. “

Daniel turned back to me, and said: “Very interesting indeed. We’ll explore that further soon. For now, shush, my dear. Relax and rest for a bit; after all, you just underwent major surgery. I’ll be back to check on you real soon! You’re my hero, you know that? ”

Then he turned around and left the room, drawing the doctor with him in his wake.