Throatpie

Mikaella

Mikaella followed him like a shadow, and it was only as he unlocked the door that she noticed the porch they were standing on was new, and far more expensive than theirs. She looked around in befuddlement, then realized they were in a much nicer neighborhood altogether.

“Wait, where are we? How do you have a key to this place? Oh! Is this an Airbnb? Did you rent us an Airbnb?”

Alkim grinned, “All part of the surprise.” He turned his hand, the lock clicked, and the door pushed open.

More cum-hungry than curious, Mikaella rushed inside and began throwing off her shoes before the door even closed. By the time he’d locked it, her shirt and shorts were already on the floor, while her sodden panties were halfway down her legs. While she waited for Alkim to shed his minimal clothing, she took in the living room, with its white walls and plain, yet moderately pricey, furniture, bouncing in place all the while.

Nice couch too… a perfect dick-sucking couch. Ugh! Fuck!

She hugged his side and rubbed his cock through his shorts. “Please, please, pleeeease! Don’t make me wait anymore! Just let me suck it alreadyyyy!”

Alkim shook his head, as if she was the one being unreasonable. “Alright, alright.” He set his bottle down on the coffee table, emptied his pockets, threw off his shorts, settled onto the black leather couch, and spread his thighs. “You can-OH!”

Mikaella did not need to hear the rest of that sentence: she’d been patient for far too long, and now she was going to get what had been denied to her for what was now two days and several minutes. She dropped to her knees on the carpeted floor, right between his legs, and picked up right where she’d left off. Her lips slid down, and down until her mouth had enveloped more than half of his dick. She savored that feeling of fullness for a few seconds before she began bobbing her head up and down with such speed that she almost made herself dizzy.

“GLUCK! GLUCK!”

Her work was not unappreciated: Alkim sank deeper into the couch, slid his legs forward, and released another hit of precum for her to gulp down greedily.

“MMMHHMM!” More! More!

“Aaahhh… I know it’s only been two days, but damn if I didn’t miss that mouth of yours… Mmmmm… Fucking hell, where was I? I finished Saturday, right? Oh yeah. Have you ever met Ania, the landlady?”

She was so absorbed in her task, so taken by her cravings, that she didn’t his question for several seconds.

Ania?

Mikaella ed meeting her a few months ago, just before Alkim moved in, when she came by the house to inspect a broken shower. Mostly, she ed the older woman's insanely expensive jewelry and her massive ass, which Mikaella assumed was surgically enhanced.

She tapped once.

“Well, she wants to put our house up for sale, and last week she gave us a three-month eviction notice.”

Three months??? Why the fuck did I not know about that? Why the fuck didn’t he tell me sooner?!

They hadn’t agreed on the number of slaps for “What the hell?!” meaning Mikaella was limited to gargling and whining around his shaft in surprise.

“I know, right? The bare minimum legal notice. What a fucking bitch…” Alkim started petting her hair while she worked. “But yeah, she offered to show me some other property of hers that we could rent. This place.”

Wait, this isn’t an Airbnb?

He laid back into the cushions while Mikaella continued to blow him with almost mechanical efficiency, utilizing every technique in her ball-draining arsenal to get him off as quickly as possible. She noisily slurped up and down his length while her hands jerked him off with that twisting motion he loved so much. After a minute of this, she shifted to massaging his giant cum factories with one hand, while she swallowed his shaft down to the root. Thankfully, her gag reflex had been eliminated weeks ago, and the clenching spasms brought her no real discomfort.

Every time she took him to the base, her chin pressed into those fucking balls of his. All the cum she could ever want, just beneath the surface. But she had to please the cock first. Thankfully, the cock loved it, showing its approval by regularly basting her throat in dense precum, and Mikaella hummed in delight with each miniature release, each one larger than a lesser man’s load.

“Oh fuck, yeah, just like that. Mmmm, good suckslut…” He pet her hair lazily, lightly, so as not to get in the way of her cock worship. “Anyway, Ania suggested the tour with a lot of innuendo. I’m honestly not sure if her offer for this place was ever serious, or if she only intended to coerce me into sex and then quote me a price I’d never be able to pay. But I wasn’t going to let her take advantage of me—of us. So, yesterday, we met up here, and she gave me that tour. One thing led to another, and I fucked her brains out.”

WHAT??? “GLAHAT?”

“Yup.” He tucked away some stray hairs and stroked her cheeks again. “Does that bother you? Me fucking her, right here, in this very house?”

Are you fucking kidding me? Asshole!

This time she slapped his thigh. Though probably nowhere near hard enough to cause him any real pain, it was all the rebellion she could muster with his dick in her mouth.

“I guess that’s fair enough, but we never really talked about exclusivity. Still, I think once you hear my reasoning you’ll agree it was worth it.”

Why the fuck does he think I’d be okay with that? Do all guys think “technically not cheating” means “fuck all the sluts you want”? Ugh!

“Can you taste her on me?”

Mikaella shouldn’t have taken that as an instruction to look for residual pussy juices, but her tongue immediately began lashing against every square inch of that cock, seeking out any imperfections in the taste, the aroma, the mouthfeel, and came up empty.

Mmmmm… no… tastes as perfect as ever…

Mikaella tapped his thigh twice.

Alkim grinned down at her. “I was just kidding about tasting her on me, I showered after.”

Dick! Mmmm, dick… She swallowed his full length again.

“There’s nothing I could say or do that would make you want to stop blowing me, is there?”

Fuck, he’s right…

Once Mikaella got a taste of him, stopping became completely unthinkable. Her mouth was only hers so long as it wasn’t occupied in service of that fucking cock. It just felt too good to stop, and now they both knew it.

Two more taps. That earned her some affectionate hair petting from Alkim. “Good. I’m glad we both get to enjoy this.”

Mikaella still didn’t know if she should be angry that Alkim fucked someone else, jealous that yet another much curvier woman had jumped ahead, or if she should be turned on by his studliness. She settled for feeling all of them at once, which only made her want Alkim’s load even more, which caused her to intensify her oral activities.

“Do you —ahhhh—the second time you blew me? When you said cumming a lot was my superpower? That you could have it every day and never get sick of the taste?”

Of course, I’ll always that.

She tapped once.

“I didn’t really believe you at first. I mean, I knew it wasn’t normal cum just by the amount, but superpowers? That just didn’t seem possible. I just thought that you had a serious cum fetish or something.”

Just the word “cum” from his deep voice spurred Mikaella into higher gear, and she started fucking her own face on his stationary cock, letting his cock punch in and out of her throat once a second.

“Ooooohhhh goddamn… I understand why now: it's not just a fetish for you, it’s a need, an addiction. You’re addicted to my dick. I’ll bet that even if a fucking cop pulled us over, you would have kept sucking.”

It wasn’t a question, but she tapped yes all the same.

He grabbed a handful of her hair, even when there was no need to control her movements, sending waves of pleasure down Mikaella’s spine. Maybe she was addicted to that too.

“Ahhhhhh! Fuck, you’ve gotten so fucking good at this! Mmmmm! Ania’s not half as good as you.”

Yesss! Fuck you, old cunt! I’m still the best suckslut!

“Yesssss, just like that… I owe it all to you, Mikaella, Truly.” He rubbed his knuckles down her sunken right cheek as she sucked and sucked and sucked away. “Well, you and Kate; the two of you opened my eyes, showed me my real potential, taught me that my body is… special.”

I knew it! He really is magic!

Mikaella squealed and slapped yes in agreement, sucking down another shot of that special precum.

“Mmmm, good girl. And now, thanks to Ania, I learned that even first timers love the taste like nothing else.”

Fuck! The secret's out! Now I’ll have to shaaaaare! Ugh!

Mikaella slurped even harder, determined to at least have this load all to herself.

“Jealous, are we?” He chuckled. “Well, Ania went fucking crazy for it, begged me to fuck her. One evening, that’s all it took: one time, and I got her to agree to rent us this much better house at a very, very steep discount. All she wanted in exchange was a couple of hard dickings every week.”

Wait, what? He used his dick to get us this house?!?

“Oh, fuck! I’m so close! Keep going! Don’t slow down!!”

While Mikaella’s mind was reeling with that information, her body didn’t miss a thing. She sucked even harder, faster, until her tongue thrummed from that telltale twitching, while her hands felt his enormous seed factories lift. Without an audience to please, she was free to consume this load in the most efficient way possible. She swallowed down more and more dick, until the fat cockhead was pulsing against the opening of her throat, then sealed her lips tightly around the base of his shaft, her long nails digging into his thighs for traction.

“Oooohhhhh yesss, here it comes… come and get your cum, slut… Ahhhh!” Alkim groaned one last time before loosing his monstrous load down his suckslut’s throat.

Mikaella felt the first sprays splatter against her throat and instinctively held her breath while a nearly continuous stream of pure energy poured into her, soothing and coating her esophagus the whole way down.

There was no **** on Earth that could compare with the taste of pure, undiluted Alkim. Its effect was overwhelming, and it kicked in almost instantaneously, more like a snorted line or an IV than a drink. Her vision went cloudy, her brain turned fuzzy, her pussy flooded, and her clit twitched sympathetically, even though nothing was touching it. Her inner walls clenching madly for a cock that was plugging up an entirely different hole.

YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!YES!

As he came, so did she: a moaning, mewling, twitching, messy orgasm that was equally incomparable to anything she’d experienced from anyone or anything else. Love and lust became indistinguishable within her cumdrunk mind, and that love and lust was directed at the only one who could ever make her feel this good.

Each throatful of seed felt better than the last, and two days of cravings were satisfied in less than two minutes. When his cock finally stopped twitching, Mikaella pulled up with continuous suction whilst simultaneously massaging the shaft with her hands, like she was squeezing out the final globs from a tube of toothpaste. For her devotion, she was rewarded with one final spoonful of cum right on her tongue.

“Mmmmmmmm,” she hummed with unambiguous delight, swishing it around until it coated every tastebud. It was a wonderful gift, but far too wonderful to savor for long. She swallowed that last morsel almost immediately, and only after her tongue had licked the entirety of her mouth clean did she finally unseal her lips from the head of Alkim’s cock.

There were no leftovers in the corners of her lips, and not a strand connecting her mouth to Alkim's cock. There wasn't even any drool on her chin. She had cleanly and completely sucked down his entire load; not a single drop had escaped her.

“Feeling better now?” asked Alkim.

“Yessssss,” Mikaella purred. She climbed up from the floor onto his lap and rested against his strong, hard body, his cock slowly softening against her ass. She felt like a new woman again; happy, balanced, sated, like she could finally relax in peace without her brain screaming at her to acquire some cum.

Alkim smiled and leaned over to kiss her forehead. “I’m sorry I kept you waiting for so long. I should have known missing a day would be really uncomfortable for you. I promise I won’t let that happen again.” Then he reached past her to grab his protein shake off the coffee table and started chugging it down.

“I forgive you,” she whispered under her breath.

He finished the shake with a satisfied “ahh,” set the bottle on the table, then swept his arms up towards the high ceiling. “So, what do you think about the place? Pretty swanky, huh? Hell of an upgrade over our current space.”

Now that her vision wasn’t occupied with her lover’s dick and balls, Mikaella was able to take in the living room of this two-story place and had to it it was indeed one hell of an upgrade.

“Yeah, it’s, like, twice the size of my cousin’s house. I’ve never lived in a place like this before.”

“Now you can.”

“How big of a discount did you get?”

Alkim grinned, “Guess.”

She looked around the living room, tried to estimate the regular monthly rent of this place, and then how much it would have to be discounted to be considered affordable.

“Thirty percent?”

Alkim shook his head, “More.”

“Fifty?”

“More.”

Oh, wow. “Seventy-five?”

“Even more.”

No fucking way it’s… “Free?”

“Ding, ding, ding!” He drummed his hands on her ass with each ding. “We have a winner!”

Mikaella was stunned. Of course, it should have been hard to believe that any sex could really be worth that much, especially for someone that knew the usual market prices. Yet after all she’d seen and tasted of Alkim, it really wasn’t that much of a stretch.

Would’ve been the easiest decision of my life… if I had a whole extra house to burn.

“But what if she changes her mind?” asked Mikaella.

She didn’t know if that was even possible after tasting Alkim, but she did know that rich landlords didn’t just give up on easy money without a fight. This was an awful lot to rest on one dick, even on a dick as magical and highly addictive as Alkim’s.

“I thought about that too. But while we were talking, she let slip that her husband was really the one with the money, and that she was still scared of what would happen if he found out . So, just in case Ania ever decided to go back on our arrangement, I took some **** pictures while she wasn’t looking.”

Oh fuck. Wooow. That’s… actually really fucking smart of him… damn, why didn’t I ever think of that?

“Wanna see?” he asked, excitement and pride written all over his face.

YES! YES! YES! SHOW ME THAT SKANK! “Sure.”

Alkim smirked and turned his phone towards her. The sight took Mikaella’s breath away: it was for sure their landlady, but the rich bitch was almost unrecognizable with so much of that precious cum splattered all over her face, neck, breasts, and spilling out of her mouth. The experienced cumslut had no trouble recognizing the look of unrestrained ecstasy on Ania’s face, though she didn’t like the idea of so much cum going to waste like that.

Bitch better not have washed it off!

Mikaella felt her thirst returning already and barely choked down a throaty moan. But that wasn't all; Alkim swiped further on, and she saw even more pictures of their landlady lying senseless on the bed, only this time her pussy was exposed and overflowing with pure, white gold.

This time her lusty moan slipped free despite all attempts at keeping her cool.

Definitely scandalous enough for ****… God, I wish that was me!

“So, where were you these last two days?” asked Alkim, apparently bored with the topic of mind-blowing, house-buying sex.

Mikaella was still lost amidst thoughts of intense, sweaty, raw sex, and didn’t even his words for several seconds.

“Huh? Oh, I was babysitting for my cousin, Kristine, the one who did my highlights.”

“Oh cool. I love babies. How old was the baby?”

“He’s about eight months—” Suddenly, the fact of her own pregnancy and the words from his mouth crashed into her like a truck. A sudden vertigo took her, while her hands instinctively clutched her stomach. Yet, beneath it all, hope blossomed. “Wait, you do?”

“Hmm? Do I what?”

“Love babies? Do you really?”

“Oh yeah, love them. Probably more than adults sometimes. That’s probably what I miss most about home; babysitting, playing with all my little cousins, answering their endless questions about dinosaurs.” He smiled at the memories and kept rambling while she was stuck processing this revelation. “Actually, when I was volunteering in that hospital last year, the first rotation I signed up for was the post-partum, I mean, the maternity ward. I mostly watched over crack babies, since the healthy ones would just be with their mothers. Some jaundice babies too. I held them, fed them, sang to them, that sort of thing. Just wish I could’ve done more.”

Oh my god!

As desirable as this information was, it was hard to reconcile with his ****-dealing party boy reputation. Mikaella had to know for certain.

“Sooooo, would you ever want to have kids of your own?” Ugh, stupid! That made me sound like a baby-crazy ho!

Thankfully, Alkim just answered matter-of-factly, “Oh yeah, definitely, kids have always been part of my life plan. At least two or three.”

Mikaella melted with relief.

Wow, he’d want me to keep it? Huh… maybe having Alkim’s baby wouldn’t be so bad? He’s got good genes for sure. We could make a beautiful, mixed, smart… special baby, who could grow up into a very, VERY special person. Alkim’s already provided a home for us. Hell, he’s already done more for me than my deadbeat dad and all my sugar daddies put together, and he did all that with nothing but his dick! What more could I want in a husband?

It was certainly more than any other women in her family had gotten, and that wasn’t even counting the dick that made her see god. Her mother always spoke of her father in dismissive, venomous tones. Pure hatred, that’s all she’d ever felt for her own baby daddy. Mikaella didn't think it was possible for her to ever hate Alkim, to hate someone that made her so happy, so safe, whose cock was so perfect she couldn't help but drop to her knees every time she saw it. This was a totally different situation. For sure. Still, Mikaella knew she couldn’t keep him to herself with just her mouth to pleasure him. She cupped her hands around her swollen breasts.

If I keep the baby, they’ll get a lot bigger than this… Is that what Alkim wants? Would he want to fuck me more if my tits were big and milky like Kates’s, if my ass was fat like Ania’s?

Decades of internalized fat shaming were flipped in an instant. After all, what was the point in counting calories and skipping meals when the only man that mattered liked his women thicker. All her concerns about being a nineteen-year-old mother were sidelined in favor of more important things.

Oh gawwwwd, I NEEEEED to feel that dick in my pussyyyy! I need to keep up! I can’t let that fatass-rich-bitch cut to the front of the line! I deserve my own magical creampie!

“Oh! Speaking of babies!”

Alkim just stared at her quizzically.

Wait, no! Fuck! What am I saying?! Mikaella slapped her forehead. “Ugh! That’s not what I meant! Not babies! The opposite!” Mikaella stopped and took a deep breath to right herself before she embarrassed herself further. “I meant to say that after babysitting, I got an IUD today!”

Alkim’s eyes and smile widened. “Oh, shit! Really?”

“Yes!” she lied. “So will you just fuck me already!”

Not like I can get a double-pregnant…

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