"Okay," said Steve, "let that cum liquefy in your mouth a bit, and get ready for the pill." He fished Claire's third pill out of the box, and pinched it between two fingers. "Suck them in, lick them a bit, and then swallow."
Claire nodded, and carefully sucked in Steve's middle and index finger. Looking up to Steve innocently, she swirled her tongue around his fingers, which she pursed with her lips. Steve felt his groin twitch as Claire dutifully swallowed Steve's semen with the red pill --- though it would be a moment before he would be hard again.
She took a breath of relief. "Ahhh. It was a little awkward to breath without swallowing your cum. It tasted better than a lot of other medicine, though," she said with a smile.
"Okay, we have to wait a few moments. How are you feeling?"
"A bit flushed," she admitted. Despite her lack of shame, she was blushing a bit. "I couldn't help it, but I got a little horny seeing your hard-on and having you cum in my mouth I started thinking a little about sex." Her hand drifted downwards and probed gently at her mound. "Um, I hope that it's okay if I tell you that," she said with raised eyebrows.
"Of course, no problem" Steve said graciously, "Actually, the pill works better if your heart-rate is up a bit: why don't we sit down where you can look at my cock, and you can jill yourself to an orgasm?"
Claire looked surprised. "It's okay for me to finger-fuck myself looking at your penis?"
"Sure," said Steve. "Come on, grab a chair. Tell me what you're thinking about while you frig yourself."
Claire and Steve sat down. Claire tentatively put a pair of fingers on her panty-clad mound, while Steve spread his legs wide to show off his half-hard cock. "You're being so helpful, Steve. It's so confusing to always wonder whether I'm acting normally, or like a whore. I wish I could tell you how grateful I am that you're so helpful."
"Go ahead and tell me everything," said Steve, casually playing his his half-hardened member as his wife's cousin played with herself.
"If things were different, if it were okay, I'd thank you by dressing like a high-end prostitute --- white leather boots up to the knee, pink spandex skirt, fishnet gloves, and the tightest high-schooler shirt I could find." She gasped. "I'd wake up in the morning, put on my uniform, and put on a lot of dark eyeshadow. I'd come down to you at the breakfast table, and tease you to get you hard."
Steve's cock started to harden at Claire's story, even as her pupils began to dilate from the effects of the drug. She panted as she continued, a dark spot growing on her underwear.
"May and Susan would be there, but it wouldn't matter: I'm a prostitute, and can have sex with anyone. Your cock would make a big tent in your pyjama pants; I'd take them off, and sit you down. I'd take your big meaty cock up my skirt, and ride you in front of May and Susan, until you can't stand it any more, and ejaculate your hot semen inside my tight, wet cunt." She dug a couple of fingers into her panties.
"And then," Claire said, her eyes looking wild and confused, "When I've made you as horny as you have ever felt, and your cock is wet with our jucies, I'd tell you that you could have sex with me for $50. That if you liked having your cock in my pussy, you'd love the feeling of fucking me. That you could pay me, and I'd be your whore."
Steve's hard-on was once more at full-mast. He could not help but be in awe of the fact that Claire really didn't understand what sex was, any more. But right now, it was more important to give Claire his next commands --- mulling over his dissatisfaction with her lack of passion while giving him head, and slightly annoyed at her continued skepticism. |