He lightly giggled as he saw my bewilderment and patted my face a few times with a sticky hand. He walked off to another room to clean up.
I was still stunned by the events and dancing with the remaining poppers chemicals in my system. I looked down at my clitty; it glistened from the lube Alex rubbed on it. I touched my clitty, and it was sticky more than oiled up. The lube had already dried a bit since he touched me.
“Wow…,” I said outloud. I quickly scanned the label for the little bottle of slut juice as I heard him enter the living room. I’ll remember that.
“If you want me to breed you, I need you to say those specific words. Breed. Me.” Alex lightly scolded me with a smirk. “I can’t make those kinds of assumptions in the moment, unless you give me permission ahead of time.”
It made sense to me, so I nodded and looked away. I was embarrassed, but still incredible horny and submissive.
After detemrining that nothing else was going to go down that evening, I unceremoniously dressed and grabbed my stuff. He walked me to the door, led me out, and said, “See you next time.”
“Can’t wait,” I replied with a quick glance at his crotch, and walked away.
I got in my car and drove home. I could still feel the gape we created. My balls still swollen with unexpressed cum. My clitty still sensitive to movement. Lube still leaking out of my hole. A small headache developing from the poppers I sniffed.
I edged to sissy porn for another hour or so until I had an earthshattering orgasm and blew a load of cum that shot all the way up to my chin and chest. It was like a fountain of
cum in direct response to the insanely intense experience I just had…
…and I wanted more…