12 for fun, and one for love, I thought. A Baker's Dozen. Seriously? Aidin must have a wicked sense of irony, I thought. The events of the evening were mostly pushed out of my mind. I did my best to wrap my head around this idea of goddesses, gifts, and all the sex I could want. I knew that, back in ancient Greece and Rome especially, the gods and goddesses did this sort of thing all the time. This wasn't ancient times, though, and I didn't even really believe what was going on.
Last night's blowjob was amazing. I didn't know dirty sex could be so good and passionate. Now, when I say dirty, I'm not talking fetish stuff. Urine, feces, feet, and a nameless amount of other activities ranging from mildly unappealing to outright disgusting were not my cup of tea. Then again, tea wasn't my cup of tea. This was more than I was used to, certainly.
Sex so far had been a hushed affair. The lights out, no sounds except the occasional moan, heavy breathing, and sucking of a moist cunt, certainly hadn't inserted anything anywhere else. There was Susan at a party in high school, but her blowjob consisted mostly of probing licks, giggles, and ended when someone's (I have no idea whose party it was) parents came home.
I pushed those thoughts away for as long as possible. The last batch of the night was the cinnamon rolls. Great big ones, fresh, hot and cinnamony from the stove. The glazing was what did it. Drizzling that sticky sweet substance over the tops of them brought back the images of Marsha's face, dripping in my cum. The way she licked it from her lips. Stared back at me from beneath a layer of the stuff. I grew hard again thinking about it, and was so absorbed I didn't realise I was no longer alone.
"Good morning to you, too!" woke me from the daydream. The next few moments consisted of me finding I was nearly fully erect, my face burning hot with blood, and an attempt to hide the now deflating cock in my pants. The table stood as a shield between myself and Moira. The next few moments consisted of her giggling a bit too loudly, which dislodged a lock of red hair, and her brushing it aside while trying to maintain control. "No need to be shy, Mike. I've seen plenty of those, and to be honest that's quite impressive. You'll have to show me sometime."
"Baker's Dozen" I thought, waiting for my facial temperature to return to normal. Moira was sexy in that Tomboy-Next-Door kind of way. She worked on cars, shot guns, and chugged beer with the best of us. She was small framed, slender, and I've wanted to see her naked for a long time. "What better place to start?"
"Step into my office, and I can show you now.." I challenged, opening the freezer door. Bolstered by the Gift, I forced her to blush now. My cock throbbed slightly at the sight, and the superimposition of her face on Marsha's during last night's activity. I sort of hoped she noticed.
"You're crazy! Not now!" she laughed, face losing color and changing. I could sense and see the almost immediate change in her demeanor. No longer flustered, she was lustful. I could almost see it radiating from her. A soft red glow and a gleam in her eyes. "What are you doing later?"
It took a moment. The whole exchange was overwhelming me. I had lost control again, my face blushing once more, cock deflating in fear. Had it worked? I've been trying for over a year to get closer to Moira, but was stuck in the friend zone for nearly all of it. "Well.. I ..uh.. I was going to raid with my guild tonight."
"No, you're not." She said, cat-got-the-mouse smile spreading across her face. She came closer, face an inch from my ear and her hand toying with my pants zipper.
"I'm.. not.."
"You're not. You're going to make me dinner..." hot breath on my neck "..we'll have awkward innuendo ridden conversation, Well, awkward for you anyways..." lips on my ear lobe "and then, you'll show me your cock."
"And then?"
"And then, we'll see what happens." She said, releasing me and backing away before turning to leave. Her hips swung purposefully, in the way women do when they know a guy's looking and they love it "By the way, do me a favor. Don't play with that before I get there. I want all your cum, if I decide to let you give it to me."
I watched her walk away, round, tight little ass shaking just for me. After a moment of gathering myself together, I finished my daily tasks. The night was down now, turning into morning. Moira was one of the morning crew, so I knew the time must be near 8 AM. That meant shoppers and coworkers, and leafing the store will be difficult with the swollen cock I now had. Lingering, however, meant overtime, and overtime meant being berated by the store manager, so I slung my apron over my arm like a waiter at a fancy restaurant, draped it low enough to hide the slowly lolling erection, and made for the door.
I casually, but politely, declined any amount of conversation other than a nod, wave, or "Good morning" as I plodded through the store, trying to hide my erection. It was slow to fall, the bastard. Normally it would deflate rather quickly when I thought I was noticed. At work, out shopping, or standing in line at the bank, I would often find myself getting a chubby due to a short skirt, blouse, or combination of the two. Not today, however.
I made it out after a gauntlet of coworkers and regular customers. My pants were still noticeably tented, but had died down some. I breathed a sigh of relief and reached for an emergency cigarette in the glove compartment. Sharply inhaled smoke, slight lightheadedness, and Moira's offer overtook me. Was she the first?
"Don't waste it on her. Trust me, Mike." came to me from the back seat. I choked a bit on smoke, garnering a laugh from the goddess. "She's a whore without a fuck buddy, Mike. She was already considering it, since she hadn't screwed you yet and she felt sorry for you. The gift just pushed it along quicker. It helps your cock is impressive. It's not porn star material, but it'll intimidate most average girls."
Her reflection was black and leathery, resembling a redheaded Joan Jett with her large breasts fighting to break free of the half zipped biker jacket.
"Do you like it? I was on your computer and saw a lot of Joan Jett's music. I like her, too. Sexier now than ever."
"Is there something you want?" smoke drifting from my mouth, I watched her suck on a lollipop. She began to pout.
"I'm just helping out. I don't want to see you waste The Gift on someone who will fuck you without it. I never meant they'd be the only ones who would submit to you." The sucker was lipped, tongued, and sucked on. My cock was engorging again. I threw the apron over my lap and pushed thoughts of her wet pussy out of mind as best I could. "It wouldn't work on me, My muffin." I failed. "Then again, you don't need it for me."
She removed the sucker, red and bulbous, from her mouth. Lips spread slowly as it evacuated, pushing through pursed lips. I opened my mouth to receive it, warm with her saliva, dripping on my tongue and down my throat with artificial cherry flavor.
"So when do I use it? How do I know?" I asked around the treat.
