She only wants his cum

He looked at her toast, it was a simple toast – toast Hawaii standard issue, not much to forget about it in the first place but maybe Americans made it differently. His confusion must have shown on his face because she started laughing almost immediately, a nice sound, a soft sound and it gave him goose bumps. Only then did she explain herself: “Your cum of course, you silly Prudeworlder. In this world it is considered impolite to serve a woman food without asking her, if she would like to have it spiced.“ She still smiled, but her gaze had dropped to his crotch and the visible bulge in it, which had formed in that last minutes. It was embarrassing, he had believed years of extensive consume of pornography had dulled his sex drive but Caroline… she had gotten him hard just sitting there naked and talking.

Meanwhile her gaze had turned in to a hungry glare. Jonathan was stunt for a moment, he hadn’t heard about the custom of flavoring food with cum, a fetish yes, a perversion maybe but a custom? His tutors had said nothing about it in the seminars but maybe it was a local thing or so normal, that they had simply forgotten to mention it. “I… I’m not sure, if this would be such a good idea.” He stammered as she locked eyes with him.

”You are healthy; you wouldn’t be here otherwise, so I see no reason why you should deny me that little courtesy. In fact you and your father teased me the whole day, glanced at me, enjoyed the view, even tried to hide your hard-ons and while you let me fuck the movers, you and your dad weren’t particular good hosts.” She turned to him on her chair, spreading her legs a bit more in the process and showing him that she was completely shaved… down <there>.

“I… I don’t understand.” Jonathan made a step back, which was bad from his point of view, because it gave him an even better view of that glistening heaven’s gate between her legs, so he took it back and promptly regretted it.

“Well.” Caroline’s voice was a soft purr, which vibrated through his body. “You come to our world, take our jobs, move into our homes, show off your bulges in front of Pilar and me and yet you don’t even have the decency to fuck us or at least offer us a preview of your housewarming party.” Her hand had risen slowly and now her right index finger ran along the outstretched lines of Jonathan’s pants.

“P... p… party…?” He wanted to take a step back, hell he wanted to run but he couldn’t, just now Caroline’s delicate finger rested on the tip of that bulge, slowly circling the tip. He was so hard; his lust trespassed into the realm of pain.

“Of course, each new home needs a housewarming and if you can’t guess,” she looked up again and let him drown in her lustful eyes, “the <warming> part is taken quite literally.” The Sexworlder licked her lips as her victim let out a soft shriek, his body was aroused beyond what he could endure but his mind was still trying to cling to common sense, trying to come up with the reason, why she was doing this. Clearly it wasn’t out of attractions, maybe Caroline was sadistic? Making him horny as hell and then, when he finally offered his dick, she would start to laugh and walk away or call the cops. Cops? No, this was Sexworld, no one would call the cops just because you showed her or him your cock, but what did she want?

Right now her other hand slid between her legs and he had to look away, only to be drawn back to her face, when he heard her soft laugh. “You know, I remember history lessons about groups of people who refused our usual ways, like in the Italian Crusades or the Kamasutra wars of ancient India. Don’t worry Jonathan, I won’t take you against your will but I have never seen a Prudeworlder orgasm, so I beg you again, come on my toast. Do at least that for me, would you?” Her eyes had this <help me or I will cry> look, which many women could do and Jonathan felt himself nod before he realized it.

Caroline was fast and efficient, before he could correct his error, her hands had already opened his jeans, a moment later they slipped down to his knees. It was a silent procedure, she didn’t comment on his sizable belly or about his underpants, which were out of fashion for a couple of decades already, but she smiled as she freed his hard-on. For the first time a woman saw his penis, his erect penis and she gave him a gentle, reassuring smile, while her certainly experienced hands cupped his balls and his shaft.

“I know,” he swallowed hard before continuing, “It’s rather small.” Shivering a little he expected her judgement.

“Really?” She crooked an eyebrow and grinned wickedly. “I thought it was average, concerning size at least, has a nice curve though. When this is small, Prudeworld women must be very happy. Besides, you will have lots of fun in school, average sized dicks are good for starters and you will surely take lots of anal cherries from the older ones. I also like your foreskin, lots of men have it cut off, but I like to play with it, pulling and shoving it back and forth with my lips, shall I show you?” Her eyes gleamed with anticipation.

“Please no!” An instinctive response and her movements froze for a few seconds.

“Okay okay,” Caroline pouted, “but I will get the cream for my toast?” Another nod from him and she started her work. “From the sound of it, your father is a lot more fun.” The activities in the living room were still obvious by the sounds coming from that direction.

Jonathan never replied, he was busy, Caroline was an expert dick milker and though he had fired a substantial load just barely an hour before, he knew instinctively that she would got another nice load out of him.

Visibly restrained, Caroline fought with herself not to turn this into a blowjob or at least lick and kiss his proud member; instead she massaged his balls and let her warm wet fingers slide over his shaft. Only now did he remember, that she had played with her pussy moments early, it was her own juices, which she used as lube and a raw moan of lust escaped his mouth - he had been unaware, that he could produce such a sound.

Following her own words, she indeed played with his foreskin; most of it was already in full retreat, due to his hardness, now she pulled it back. Again her own juices were used as lube, as the skin was pulled over the ridge and further down, until the tension in his flesh told her, that it had reached the edge. The edge when pleasure might turn to pain held that point for a few seconds and let go. After a few moments she did it again and again. Jonathan pressed himself into her hand, moaning, while her tricks kept his pleasure up and his orgasm at bay.

Purring again, her head got pretty close to the head of his member and for a second he thought she might have forgotten her promise and turned this into a blowjob after all, and for a few seconds more he wished she would have done it.

And tempted she was but she had promised him and so her full lips remained a few centimeter away from his flesh at all times but they parted nonetheless. Due to his foreskin, the head was so sensitive but not only to touch. When the first gentle breath of air touched his skin, he twitched, when she aimed it just under the edge of his ridge, Jonathan almost came. Caroline looked up at him with pleading eyes again.

“Please,” she purred, “let me take it into my mouth.” He shook his head, knowing he would cum immediately. “Then let me at least kiss it, please.” Caroline truly begged him. “Just one chaste kiss.”

Again he swallowed hard, what was happening here? Did she truly want him? No, it was just about the cum, typical Sexworlder. Why didn’t he think about it earlier, Caroline just wanted cum on her food, she didn’t care about the donor. It would be better to end this quick, so that he wouldn’t get used to such a treatment, so he nodded and tried to ignore her beaming smile.

Caroline couldn’t believe it at first but it was a clear nod, maybe the Prudeworlder finally came to his senses. Nonetheless she approached the side of this glans carefully and gave it a simple but gently kiss, letting her lips rest on it for two or three seconds.

This was the moment she finally lost control, Caroline’s patience was admirable but not endless and so it was no real surprise that her tongue darted out and licked over Jonathan’s most sensitive skin. This evoked a nervous moan from the young man and his dick twitched slightly so close… so goddamn close…

Their little session came to an abrupt end just a few seconds later, as Caroline’s tongue slipped further down and went over the edge, caressing Jonathan’s most sensitive parts. He had barely time to groan a warning before he erupted like a volcano. Luckily Caroline was experienced and so she had felt the inevitable the moment his balls had come into motion.

She was also good at aiming; making sure his almost violent orgasm didn’t go to waste and hit her toast. Jonathan’s knees trembled; he was used to jerk off while sitting or lying down. Now he could barely stand, while his groin convulsed in pleasure, darkness flowed in from the edges of his vision, for the first time it wasn’t him, who milked his cock, he didn’t have to do anything but staying on his feet and concentrating on the hot liquid passing through his shaft. He barely heard Caroline whisper words of thanks and obscenities to keep him going.

It was a long orgasm; one of the longest he ever had, the feeling and knowledge, that someone else did the work was incredible. Barely staying conscious he let Caroline steer him through it, until he felt spend and empty. Finally, after she was sure, that he was completely dry, she grabbed a tissue and cleaned up his cock. Normally she would have done that orally but for some reason this sweet Prudeworlder just wasn’t up for it. She knew of course, that they all got libido enhancers but maybe they didn’t work with him as well as they should.

Unsteady as he was, Jonathan slowly sat down, while his eyes stayed fixed on Caroline. Grinning like the Cheshire cat, she began to eat her toast, it hadn’t disappeared under his semen but he was truly surprised about the amount he had <donated> to her, more than enough to flavor her toast. He couldn’t deny it, he was anxious to know, if she would like the taste.

Caroline took her time, she knew how crazy men were about woman swallowing cum and Prudeworlders didn’t seem to be an exception. After collecting a few strands with her middle finger, she made a big show of slowly tasting him.

“Hmm, a bit salty and bitter but not bad. Maybe you should consider a genetic rework.” While Caroline licked her finger and started to eat her toast, Jonathan had time to comprehend what she said.

“Genetic rework?” He remembered hearing about it but wasn’t sure about the context.

“Yeah genetic rework of your semen,” mumbled Caroline between two bites of toast, “my father got it done last year, since then his cum tastes like strawberry cheesecake.” She thought about it for a moment. “Of course it doesn’t work well with food anymore; it’s more like a standalone dessert now.” She grinned broadly. “Mom was furious when he ruined her famous cucumber salad last month, told every woman in the neighborhood that he doesn’t get anal for two weeks.”

After that they simply talked, small talk which didn’t venture too much into slippery topics. Jonathan learned a bit more about BEI and that they tried to get an edge compared to their competition due to Prudeworld workers. BEI would also pay the necessary expanses for his high school but all in all their talk didn’t last long before Pilar waddled back into the kitchen.

“Hey guys.” She looked satisfied but very tired, her hair tousled, the body paint gone and lots of dried fluids with origins Jonathan didn’t want to think about. “I think we should let them alone now, the neighbors will certainly show up to welcome them too.”

Caroline grinned again in that wicked way Jonathan had learned to fear. “You are right; we should let them get to know the neighborhood.” She used her tongue to make her cheek bulge; he didn’t need a Sexworld translator to decipher that on, his guest seemed pretty sure he would be getting laid before the day was over.

Soon after that they left but not before they could be sure, that <****> Fuchs had all numbers, nicks and addresses to contact them. However, Pilar’s phrase proofed to be prophetic. Only minutes after they had left and Jonathan’s father had crawled into the shower, the bell rang.

His son wasn’t so sure that he wanted to open the door and invite a bunch of Sexworlders into this house. After all he had heard and seen he was afraid of what a true Sexworld family would be like. So he looked out of the window trying to get a glimpse at the wannabe guests.

It was a family of three, nothing more but parents and a son, roughly Jonathan’s age from the looks of it. The truly surprising thing about them was the clothes…

All three were fully clothed… Head to toe, in conservative manner. Despite the summer temperatures they wore typical clothes that even Jonathan might have worn, if he would have had to leave the house.

All this needed to sink in, while the bell chimed another time but then he had realized it and whispered his thoughts below his breath.

“Prudeworlders… my God, they are Prudeworlders!” Relieve washed over him in a cool wave and before the man got to ring the bell a third time, Jonathan was at the door and opened it.