Her Special Cream

I stopped before the door to her apartment. "Right," a slight sigh escaped my mouth.

I made a fist with my hand, and raised my arm slightly to knock on the door. "It's the third package I mailed for her this month." I stopped to complain for a moment. "Why can't she send them herself?"

I found myself running errands for Alison once again. I've been helping her from time to time since COVID started. When the pandemic hit, Alison was laid off from her previous job, and instead of job-hunting she decided to start a small company instead, which would allow her to work from home and be "her own boss" as she likes to put it.

The company has been quite successful since, or at least successful enough for the company to stay afloat and support her at the same time. The pandemic has been long since gone, though, but she still continues asking me for a favor from time to time.

"What is she even shipping to her clients, anyways?" I wondered. I never asked, but I guess I might today. "I guess this is what friends are for, right?" I comforted myself.

I leaned forward, knocked on the door and took a step back. After a moment, Alison opened the door.

"Hey, Josh! Come in!" she greeted me and invited me in with a swift movement of her arm. So I accepted her invitation and walked in while she was holding the door open. She closed the door behind me, and hugged me. "Thanks again, Josh, you've been a great help for me!"

She was definitely the clingy type, which over the years has definitely resulted in many awkward situations. Well, at least for me. Her hugging me has always made me extra awkward due to our height difference. She was 6'2", so she definitely was on the taller side, and I was only 5'7", a short king if you will. This meant that whenever she was hugging me, she was basically shoving her boobs into my face.

And don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. Soft pillowy and fragrant boobs of an attractive woman on my face is nothing to be picky about! But this resulted in some awkward boners which she must have noticed in the past. She didn't seem to care, though.

Well, this time was no different. Before I knew it, my face was being smothered by the white cardigan that was covering her breasts.And this of course in turn caused my awkward boner to rub slightly into her checkered skirt.

"Coffee?" she asked a moment after letting go of the hug.

"Sure!" I accepted her offer and we both went to the main area of her studio apartment with a separate kitchen. I looked around and decided to take a seat on the couch, while Alison went ahead and started preparing coffee in the kitchen.

After a moment, I heard the sound of the coffee grinder. "Ahh..." I sighed with delight when the beautiful scent of freshly grinded coffee beans filled my nose.

"Sugar?" I heard Alison ask with a raised voice.

"No, thanks!"

"Cream?" she continued.

"Sure!"

I leaned back on the couch and allowed myself to relax for a moment while waiting for Alison to finish brewing the coffee. I closed my eyes, like I usually do when I'm killing time, and started focusing on the sounds I'm hearing. The soft yet audible street noise, Alison bustling about in the kitchen, and the coffee machine working.

"Ngh..." I heard something from the kitchen.

A moan? Was it Alison's? "Alison? Is everything alright?" I hesitated for a moment, but decided to check on her.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!"

After a while, Alison came out of the kitchen carrying two cups of coffee. She handed me mine, and went over to the other side of the couch, and sat there with her front facing my side; she rested her feet on my thigh.

"Thank you again, Josh, for helping me again," she started. "I can't state how much of a help you've been to me since I've started this," she continued. "But if you'll ever need any help, anything really, don't hesitate and call me up. I'll help you however I can!"

"Don't worry," I laughed it off, while leaning in to take a sip from the cup, and while taking the sip I turned my face towards Alison, and to my surprise she seemed to be watching me very carefully. Weird.

But the coffee. Man. That coffee was something else. Very rich in taste, with a slight hint of chocolate and nutiness, but yet somehow sweet, even though it supposedly didn't have any sugar in it. I jerked back a bit with surprise how tasty the coffee was.

"Is something wrong?" she asked with an unusual tone. You'd normally assume a worried tone in a situation like this, but her.. her tone was different. It had a sure quality to it, and was slightly interrogative at the same time.

"N-no," I said surprised. "I was just taken aback by how good this coffee tastes!"

"House specialty," she replied mischievously, sending me a wink.

And so we continued chatting and drinking coffee, but something was different; something was wrong. The more I drank, the... the hornier I felt. First, it started with my breath getting more and more shallow, but then I started feeling hot. Burning hot.

Then, of course, I started feeling the familiar pressure between my legs, as my penis was trying to grow erect, constrained by its denim prison. My thoughts started running wild. "What is happening to me? Did she spike the coffee?", and I've almost finished up my coffee, so whatever was there, I took the whole dose.

"Hey, Josh," Alison leaned forward towards my face. "I see that you're quite enjoying my coffee."

"Wh-what do you mean?" I replied, panting.

"You see," she extended her hand, touching my cheek. "I'll let you in on a little secret," she was teasing my skin with her thumb.

"This cream, you see, that I've used... is a special one. It's the one that I'm shipping to my customers. It's the one you've helped me sell."

She leaned back. "Do you want to know where it comes from?" she smiled.

I nodded.

She took her hand and started running it teasingly from her knee towards her skirt. My eyes were following her hand like; I was charmed by its teasing movement. Finally, her hand reached her skirt, and started slowly lifting it up, revealing her most intimate part. But nothing could prepare me for what I was about to see, and let me tell you--it was a big surprise.

Her lifting skirt revealed the full shaft of her semi-erect penis, which was gently throbbing; the head of her cock was resting on the couch's surface, covering it in precum that was slowly oozing out.

I was taken aback. I wasn't expecting to find myself in a situation like this in my wildest dreams. But the effect of the coffee I drank was too strong for me to manage. I was full with lust, lewd imagery and thoughts were flashing through my mind.

"Since you've been such a great help, Josh," she was swinging her cock gently left and right between her fingers. "Wouldn't you want to taste my product straight from the tap?"

I couldn't think straight; I couldn't resist her. I lowered myself and got closer to her parts. She held my chin with her left hand and started pleasing herself between her legs with her right hand; in the process, her cock grew fully erect, throbbing aggressively. Then, she scooped a little precum on her index finger and started coating my lips with it.

"Nngh..." I could only moan. I was defenseless against her cum. It was like if I just guzzled up a barrel of the most potent aphrodisiac there is.

Then, she took my face between her palms and guided my face toward her penis. "Kiss it."

She let go of my face, and before I knew it I did as she commanded and started making out with her cock, kissing it along the full length of its shaft; Alison started touching herself using one hand, squeezing her boobs, playing with her nipples, ripping her cardigan open.

With the other hand, she grabbed me by the hair and, again, guided me towards the head of her cock. This time, though, when my lips touched her cock she didn't stop pressing my head down. "Suck it."

And again, without a moment of doubt, I obeyed her, and started working her shaft up and down with my lips, with my throat, with my mouth. She kept her hand on my hand all this time, helping me with making the up and down motion.

She was moaning, and I was moaning as well when I was not busy choking on her cock when she pushed me down too far out of her own excitement. One moan inspired another one, and another one, without an end in sight. We were creating an ensemble of the lewd section of an orchestra.

Suddenly, her cock started twitching uncontrollably. "Oh God, I'm gonna cum!"

Then, a hot stream of her cum filled my mouth, filled my throat; my tongue was covered by the delicious taste of her hot substance which I swallowed the whole load of. And the effect of the "creamed" coffee I was experiencing increased tenfold. I was in so much pleasure, in so much heat that I couldn't help but collapse out of exhaustion and pass out.

But, needless to say, I was hooked on her special cream from that day onwards, which she continued to allow me to get straight from her tap.

The end.