the semen is addictive

The contact between lips and schlong was a curious one, one which Richard hadn't been quite ready to feel. He wasn't used to doing what he did and so did it clumsily. His step-sister though, whom he was sucking off, knew the view from the other end of her cock and so knew exactly how to manipulate someone who attempted to put in work on a cock. This, in addition to her being inexperienced with stopping ejaculations, soon enough led to Richard having a facehole filled to the brim with semen that was amazingly virile for someone who had been a woman just a few hours previously.

Richard stood on his knees with a pool of white liquid in his mouth, the seed coated his tongue and danced over his tastebuds in a curiously pleasurable fashion. Only after an eternity of his eyes being closed, as he soaked in the experience, did Richard notice his stepsister attempting to move to some other activity. He soon realized what was going on as her dress-suit enclothed her body, she was getting ready for work, with a concerned face no-less. Wondering what she was going to do about her lower parts.

"Alright, this had better fix itself or we're gonna have a bad time," the step-sister said quickly before slamming the front door shut. Richard had barely realized what was going on, not even having managed to swallow the full, delicious, load that he had been given. Slowly, he moved towards getting to his own job on time.

The visions Richard saw at work all reinforced what he knew about the magical object in his possession. His boss remained on top of her stilts for heels, her ass was still massive and her vocabulary was still quite peculiar. However, none of this fully registered to him, throughout his working day, Richard felt like something was missing, something he wanted and which he would gladly put above anything else in his surrounding.

Richard typed away at his keyboard, spreadsheets all getting filled in slowly as his mind kept bringing up thought after thought about that new sensation he had felt that morning. The sweet nectar his step-sister had dumped down his throat proved to be an addictive fluid, one which he would have to make plans for regularly consuming or harshly try to live without.

At the end of his working day, Richard would prove to be quite twitchy. He knew what he wanted and his thoughts all reflected that one thing he wanted, nay, needed. His step-sister needed to be home, now at his hour of need. As the young man stepped through the door to his home, he prayed and begged that he would find his guest behind that little gate.