aharris: hey ryan, what's up.
It was Monday morning and rain was pattering against the window next to Ryan's desk. Ryan had just logged on for the day when the message popped up, making him grin. This was much sooner than he had expected, but he knew it was coming; there was no way Allison could question the nature of her addiction much longer. He gathered that she must've already tried some other... sources... and found them ineffective.
He began to type out a reply, hesitated, then deleted it. Instead, he forced himself to surf the Internet, mindlessly clicking through videos and pictures for what felt like hours, before finally his lust took over and he replied. Only ten minutes had passed.
rhendric: hey allison, not much u?
He knew for a fact that typing "u" instead of "you" annoyed the hell out of her. He did his best to type it that way every time.
aharris: not much. how was your weekend?
rhendric: not too bad, pretty boring. urs?
His weekend was far from boring. He'd spent it amusing himself with his new found power of suggestion. Nothing too crazy; he knew that if he let himself fuck a bunch of random women then he might not appreciate it when he finally took Allison.
No, instead he engaged in what he liked to call "sexual mischief". For instance, on Sunday he made an athletic young blonde woman decide she no longer wanted to wear clothes. As she walked down the street completely nude save her shoes, men and women alike would gawk and film her with their phones rather than ask her if she was okay. One guy in particular wouldn't leave her alone and kept trying to touch her; Ryan rewarded him with a compulsion to suck cock.
aharris: it was alright. had a shitty date yesterday, otherwise it was pretty fine
rhendric: let me guess, he wouldnt let u drink his cum?
aharris: actually he did, not that it's any of your business. but i dunno, it just wasn't doing it for me.
rhendric: not like mine?
Allison took a few minutes to reply.
aharris: no, not like yours. what have you done to me? are you like... injecting heroin into your prostate or something?
rhendric: lol wat? i have no idea what ur talking about
aharris: remember that night playing truth or dare and i drank your stuff... i don't know why but it made me feel really good.
rhendric: hah yeah, brie and i both heard u cumming. did u just start fingering urself or something?
aharris: no, it wasn't even like that. i just... drank it and started... finishing. i've never had that happen before. but now i feel kind of shitty when i haven't had it in awhile, and i don't understand.
rhendric: so what, u want more?
Ryan continued to surf the Internet while he waited for her reply.
aharris: yes
Ryan felt a chill run down his spine, and his cock felt like it was going to burst through his pants. Allison Harris, Allison fucking Harris, had just asked him for his cum.
He'd fantasized about this for years now. Even as he was mastering his new talent, he had still never truly believed it would happen. But there it was, in simple text. She wanted his cum.
Of course, there was no way he was going to let her get off that easily.
rhendric: okay then, meet me in the private bathroom down the hall in 10 minutes
Allison replied almost immediately.
aharris: what, no. can't you just bring it to me in container (although not in front of molly this time!)
rhendric: but what do i get out of that?
aharris: you get to know that a pretty girl is chugging your cum like it's cheap wine? is that really not enough for you?
Ryan grinned.
rhendric: it's nice, but it doesn't really do it for me. besides, wouldn't u rather drink it fresh from the source?
The delays between messages were getting even longer now. Ryan drummed his fingers.
aharris: i have a big presentation coming up today. i don't think it will go well unless i can get this pick-me-up. are you really going to force me to... do that?
rhendric: nobody is forcing any1 to do anything. im just telling u, the only way ur getting MY baby batter is by sucking it out of me. those are my terms.
aharris: alright fine. but i have some terms of my own, and these are non-negotiable.
rhendric: lets hear em
aharris: 1) you don't touch me, not even my hair. 2) you wash yourself THOROUGHLY beforehand. 3) I will finish you into a cup, and then you'll leave the restroom before I consume it.
rhendric: alright fine. wats the deal with rule 3?
Of course, Ryan already knew what Rule 3 was about, but it was more fun to play dumb about it.
aharris: you remember how when i drank your stuff at truth or dare, i kinda... passed out? well that happened thursday too. i don't trust you alone with me passed out.
rhendric: im hurt that u dont trust me, but fine. meet me there in 10 minutes.
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Ryan knocked on the bathroom door with a "shave and a haircut" pattern, and Allison, already inside, opened the door wide enough to stick her head out. She looked around nervously.
"Don't worry," said Ryan, "there's nobody around." She opened the door a bit wider and Ryan stepped in.
God she was so fucking beautiful. He'd always thought that she easily could've been a model, with that hourglass figure, those large breasts and her long, wavy red hair. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a low cut blouse that was pushing the limits of what might be considered appropriate for a presentation.
Ryan had always considered himself neither a "tits guy" nor an "ass guy". While he liked both, he'd always felt that a pretty face trumped all; and Allison had the cutest face he'd ever seen. It was just so... bright. Her smile, her large, emotive eyes, her skin; everything about her face just seemed to glow.
Except today. Today her eyes were dull and glassy, her body slumped. Since she hadn't had a fix since last Thursday, Ryan knew that she was probably hurting pretty badly right now. Each fix only lasted about 60 hours or so by design; after that, a depression would set in, growing more intense every day until she had more of his cum.
Ryan would be lying if he said it didn't hurt him at least a little bit to see her like this.
"Let's just get this over with, please," said Allison. She handed him two paper towels, one soapy and one wet. He thought about making her clean him, but decided against it. He wanted her to feel like she had at least some semblance of control still. Pulling down his pants, Ryan soaped up his already-hard cock, being careful not to overstimulate himself in the process. Allison was looking away as he worked.
"You sure you don't want to watch and make sure I do a good job?" he asked her.
"I'm sure you're doing just fine," she said.
Ryan shrugged to himself and used the wet towel to wash away the soap. "Alright, he's ready for inspection."
Allison turned and knelt before him. He felt her eyes on his cock and savored being exposed to her for the first time.
"Remember, I'm going to finish you into this cup," she said, holding up a paper cup she'd taken from the water cooler. "And no touching. I want your hands behind your back at all times."
Ryan nodded and obligingly held his hands behind himself. He couldn't help but marvel at how even more beautiful she was from this angle, on her knees and looking up at him. The view down her blouse revealed her large breasts pressed together like they were just begging to be fucked.
She kissed the tip of his modest, circumcised cock. The touch sent an explosion of pleasure through his body, and Ryan had to fight to keep from cumming right then and there. He'd never had problems being early, but Allison was already putting him to the test.
She licked the tip of his cock, moving her tongue in a slow spiral until it traced the ridge of his glans. Ryan had always wondered how this would go; would she be hesitant and utilitarian, or would she put effort into it? She was taking the smart route and using all of her skills to give him a great blowjob, so that he would finish much faster.