Chapter 107: Old Cum Dump (R-18)
"What the hell did your parents feed you?" Yennefer asked as she wrapped her hand around his penis.
Even with all five fingers, they still didn’t quite meet as she gave it an experimental stroke.
"For god’s sake..." she muttered, staring at it with open disbelief. "Are you even human?"
That was one of the biggest differences between Yennefer and Zerena. Zerena had a habit of swallowing her reactions. Even when something genuinely shocked her, she’d instinctively downplay it, as though admitting she was impressed counted as losing an argument.
Yennefer, on the other hand, couldn’t be bothered with that. If something surprised her, she’d say it. Usually in the bluntest, meanest way she could think of.
Max, meanwhile, found himself enjoying the disgust written all over Yennefer’s face far more than he probably should have.
Every slow stroke only seemed to deepen that expression.
From Yennefer’s perspective, it barely felt like she was holding something human. It was hot, thick, hard, the veins standing out clearly beneath the skin.
Honestly...
If she’d bumped into something like this in the dark without knowing what it was, she’d have assumed she’d accidentally grabbed some monster’s tentacle before ever guessing it belonged to a man.
Max watched quietly as she opened her mouth.
Tilting her head slightly, she lowered herself before extending her tongue toward the base of his shaft. She pressed it firmly against the skin, then slowly traced it upward in one smooth motion.
All the while...
That wonderfully disgusted expression stubbornly refused to leave her face.
Max, meanwhile, could already feel his orgasm rapidly closing in.
As Yennefer’s tongue continued its slow path upward, his fingers tightened around the armrests of the chair.
She reached the tip and paused.
Keeping her mouth open as wide as she could, she tried fitting the broad head of his penis inside.
It didn’t work.
After a brief, unsuccessful attempt, she pulled back again with an increasingly irritated expression.
"...For fuck’s sake," Yennefer muttered, looking up at him. "This thing’s actually real?"
Max nodded, doing his best to keep his breathing steady.
"As real as they come..." he replied.
Max, meanwhile, could feel the orgasm rushing closer with every slow lick.
His fingers dug into the armrests as Yennefer continued working her tongue around his penis while keeping up the steady strokes with her hand.
More than anything, he wanted to grab the back of her head and simply push forward.
He was already struggling to hold himself back.
Even so...
He didn’t.
One hand was already resting lightly on her head.
A moment later, the other joined it, gently cradling the back of her head as she continued.
Saliva slowly gathered around his shaft. She coated it thoroughly, her tongue tracing around it before drawing the moisture back with a quiet slurp, never once breaking that wonderfully disgusted expression.
Max couldn’t help finding it a little surprising.
Despite looking like she’d rather be anywhere else...
She was still being unexpectedly thorough.
’...It smells so strange,’ Yennefer thought.
Still, she didn’t stop.
The saliva she’d gathered in her mouth slowly spilled over his penis as she continued sucking around the head, keeping it thoroughly coated while gradually lowering herself again.
This time, instead of forcing it, she eased herself down little by little.
Eventually...
The broad head finally slipped into her mouth. The moment it brushed the back of her throat, her body instinctively tried to pull away. She barely had the chance. Max’s hands suddenly tightened around her head.
Her eyes widened.
Before she could react, he pushed forward, forcing the head deeper until it slipped into her throat. Her eyes immediately watered. Her nose brushed against the patch of hair above his crotch while her chin pressed against his testicles. Caught completely off guard, she slapped both of his thighs, trying to make him let go.
Max didn’t.
He only eased back for a brief second before pressing forward again.
"Just... a little more..." he muttered, his voice tight with urgency.
She was in trouble.
Her mind had stopped producing coherent thoughts, let alone keeping up with what was happening.
Her throat stretched painfully around him, his scent filling her nose while her eyes quickly watered. She placed both hands against his thighs, silently trying to slow him down.
Max didn’t.
His hips drove forward with hurried, uneven movements, pressing her face firmly against him before pulling back only to thrust again.
He’d never experienced anything like it.
The warmth around him was overwhelming, her throat tightening around his penis every time he pushed deeper. Each time he reached the limit, he lingered for the briefest moment, feeling the involuntary contractions around him before drawing back and repeating the motion.
It wasn’t skill.
It was desperation.
He barely lasted a minute.
His hips suddenly jerked.
Max felt himself climax.
His body tensed as he released, the overwhelming sensation making his eyes squeeze shut for a moment.
"...Your throat’s so tight..." he muttered between uneven breaths. "It’s... sucking everything out..."
He could only blurt out whatever he was experiencing as it happened.
Yennefer, however, couldn’t hear a word of it.
At the moment, she had far more immediate problems.
She felt his shaft pulse inside her throat before warmth rapidly filled it, carrying a strangely sweet yet oddly pungent taste that immediately spread through her mouth.
Surprisingly...
The gagging that had overwhelmed her at first had almost disappeared.
In its place was a dizzy, breathless sensation that left her feeling as though she might black out at any moment.
By then, Max had already finished.
Only a few final drops escaped as he slowly pulled back, leaving a thin trail stretching from the back of her throat to her lips before it finally broke.
Max watched her, still breathing heavily.
For a brief moment, he simply stared at her mouth before a satisfied grin spread across his face.
Yennefer coughed a couple of times, taking several deep breaths as she slowly steadied herself. She’d already swallowed more than enough, and it took her a few moments before the dizziness finally began to fade.
"...That was fantastic," Max praised her honestly.
Then, sounding genuinely curious, he asked,
"Where the hell did you learn to give head like that?"
Yennefer wanted to tell him she hadn’t.
He was the one who’d used her head like it was some kind of toy.
Unfortunately, her throat was still raw and itching from everything that had just happened. Before she could answer, she accepted the glass of water Max offered her and took several slow drinks, quietly clearing her throat.
Yennefer had no idea where he’d gotten the water from.
At the moment, she wasn’t particularly interested in finding out either.
Whether it helped wash down the rest of what he’d left in her mouth or not, she simply took the glass and drained nearly half of it before finally managing to breathe without her throat protesting.
Only then did she lift her head and glare at Max.
"...I’m going to kill you."
Max looked thoroughly amused.
"But you agreed to be my cum dump," he reminded her with an innocent shrug.
He casually held up the notes between two fingers.
"They usually get treated like this." He gave the pages a small wave. "If you’ve got a problem with it... I can always take these back."
Yennefer looked thoroughly conflicted.
In the end, she simply snatched the notes out of his hand without another word.
Using the back of her hand, she wiped at her face before glancing down.
Her breasts were a mess, streaked with her own saliva along with a little of Max’s semen. The faint, oddly pungent scent lingered in the air.
It should have disgusted her.
And it did.
Yet, for reasons she didn’t particularly want to examine, a small part of her found itself wondering what it would taste like again.
The thought irritated her enough that she immediately shook her head, forcing it away.
As she stood up and began adjusting her clothes, she shot Max a hard glare.
"...Next time," she said flatly, "tell me before you start using my head like a ball."
Her voice remained surprisingly calm.
Her eyes, however, promised a considerably less peaceful future.
Max stepped a little closer before she could tuck her breasts back into the corset.
"...That’s no fun," he said with a grin.
Then he shrugged.
"But since you’re going to be doing this every day until you find me another hot woman to fuck..."
He smiled a little wider.
"...I guess I can compromise."
As Max continued absentmindedly fondling one of her breasts, Yennefer’s expression shifted from irritation to disbelief.
"...Every day?" she repeated, staring at him. "I can’t do this every day. I have a business to run."
"That’s your problem," Max replied without giving her excuse much consideration.
"Open the shop late."
He shrugged.
"Or close it early."
As he spoke, he leaned in and planted a few lazy kisses against the side of her neck.
"Since it’s your first day," he said casually, "we’ll stop here."
A grin slowly spread across his face.
"But starting tomorrow..."
He looked at her with entirely unreasonable confidence.
"...Set aside at least a few hours."