“Yes,” I barely croaked. She smiled and then leaned forward and gave my cock a quick little kiss. Sensation ran all through my body. And she looked so sexy doing it.
“Okay, then I am the guinea pig. Test on me,” she said, and bit her lower lip. I gave up. I needed this worse than I needed to keep control of my dignity. I reached forward and put my hand against Angie’s cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft. She closed her eyes and leaned against my hand. I slid my hand back and grabbed the back of her neck, gently. Then I pulled her forward. She smiled and seemed to sense what I wanted. She opened her mouth and took my hard little cock into it.
She engulfed my entire cock in her mouth in one quick movement. I sucked in breath quickly. She leaned into me now and I felt her soft breasts against my knees. She rubbed her tongue against the bottom of my cock and I felt like I was melting. I cannot describe how lovely her mouth felt. Her soft, hot tongue was against my urethra, her pillowy cheeks against the sides. Even the roof of her mouth felt soft. I felt so warm and safe inside of her mouth. She didn’t bob her head up and down like I’d expected, instead she just gently massaged my cock with her whole mouth.
While she did that she also reached up with one of her hands and gently massaged my balls. I felt her fingers slide my balls out of my panties to get better access. Her long delicate nails played over my scrotum and she bounced my balls gently on the pads of her fingers and even her palm. She grinned around my cock while I writhed on the toilet seat.
I couldn’t take the pressure anymore, I needed to do something. My first thought was to get naked. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and threw it on the floor next to Angie’s. Then I unhooked my bra and threw it as well. My nipples were hard and they actually ached even though I had not touched them yet. I leaned back against the tank of the toilet, trying to get some support. With her one free hand, Angie, reached up and grabbed one of my breasts. I grunted as her fingers sunk into my skin. Her fingers danced against my nipples, the hole while she kept sucking on my cock.
I bucked my hips now, trying to drive my cock harder into her mouth. Her hair splashed against my legs, covering my whole lower body in her soft, tickling hair. Her eyes shown as she suck on me and rubbed me. I’d never felt anything so good in my life. She clearly had more experience with this kind of stuff than anyone I’d been with before. I felt her move so that my leg was between hers, I felt her squatting with her pussy directly against my foot. Her cunt felt hot and it was dripping onto my foot. I wiggled my foot and could hear her moan around my dick.
I can’t really describe what happened next as a conscious thought. I mean, afterwards when I looked back, I knew what I’d done and why, but in that second it was just instinct. I later realized that Angie, this incredibly sexy woman, had told me that she was the guinea pig and I’d be running an experiment on her. But here I was, getting my cock sucked passively, letting Angie play with my cock, with my tits. She was in control. I was just letting her do what she wanted. I didn’t want to be under the control of ConPharmaMax anymore, even if it came in this sexy package. I’d been so silly to think that by passively waiting for my “condition” to get better while suppressing my urges that I’d taken control of my life. I’d let this problem define me and make me miserable. Maybe the best way to stop feeling like a guinea pig was not to hope that it stopped, but to do it on my terms. To accept whatever feelings and desires I had not being ashamed of them. Now I was in control, and I was running the test.
I stood up quickly from the toilet, my cock popped out of Angie’s mouth and she tumbled back onto the dirty bathroom floor. She was sort of sitting on her butt, her legs tangled, and her arms thrown back for support. Her shoes had fallen off. She looked confused and incredibly sexy. I stood in front of her now, my cock sticking out proud from my body. I smiled and then reached my hand out. Angie looked confused but took my hand, I helped her to her feet.
“Everything okay baby?” she asked. Her lips were wet from spit and I could smell the musky scent of my cock on her breath.
“Almost,” I said, I moved to the side and sort of flung Angie’s arm forward. She gave a little scream, then a giggle, as her hands flew forward. She grasped onto the tank of the toilet. Now she was sort of bent over the toilet, her back parallel to the floor, her ass up in the air. She started to stand up, but I put my hand on her back, holding her down. She stayed still.
I walked around behind Angie and as I walked I unzipped my skirt and let it slide off of my hips. Then, when I got around behind her, I quickly slipped off my panties. Now we were both naked. Angie looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. I looked down at Angie’s ass. The globes of her flesh were tight and round. I put my hands on them cautiously, letting my hands sink into their warmth. I heard Angie moan as I did this. Then I sort of shook her asscheeks, letting them bounce together and make a fun sort of smacking sound. I pulled them open and saw Angie’s tight pink asshole. I ran my thumb against it and I felt Angie’s body shake all over. I bent over a bit and saw her hot red slit, dripping juices onto the floor.
Angie was taller than me, and even bent over her ass and pussy were too high for me. I looked down on the floor and saw Angie’s high heels. I saw that they were about the size of my feet. I knelt down on the floor. As I did so, I let my hand glide over Angie’s ass, down her thigh, to her knee. I could smell her delicious pussy as I moved and her body trembled against my touch. I quickly slipped her shoes on and stood up. I was considerably taller now, standing behind Angie.