Frankie stood in front of her, his mouth slack in wonder at her body. She often had this kind of effect on men when she undressed in front of them so she wasn’t surprised.
“Girlfriend?” he eventually answered. “Oh, yeah, my girlfriend. Er, she’s had to go out of town, so she won’t catch us, I mean walk in on us. Go on, get them out,” he encouraged.
Claire nodded and reached behind her back to release her bra catch causing her suddenly unfettered breasts to surge forward although not down.
As she pulled the bra away, Frankie’s mouth opened even further at the sight of her high red nipples and colossal creamy tits.
When he hadn’t moved for a few seconds, Claire nudged him, “Shall we try again?”
Frankie sprang into action. “Oh, yeah. Of course. Just go through those scales again.”
Claire began to sing and only gasped slightly when Frankie came up behind her again to grab her enormous boobs and massage them roughly, occasionally pinching her nipples.
“Yeah, baby. Oh, yeah,” Frankie moaned into her ear. “That’s a lot better. You feel, I mean, you sound good,” he said.
Claire clapped her hands happily and bounced up and down, causing her tits to spill out of Frankie’s groping hands. “Oh, good!”
“Keep going, honey. I’ll just keep hold of these babies to see if I can improve your voice any more.”
Claire kept singing for the next half an hour whilst Frankie mauled her breasts and rolled her stiff nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Eventually, her voice beginning to tire she came to the end of Dancing Queen with a cough.
Frankie turned her around in concern although his hands slipped back to her bosom. “Are you OK? We have to be really careful not to damage your vocal chords,” he said anxiously.
“Oh,” Claire croaked worriedly. “Shall I have some water?”
Frankie nodded and went to get her a glass. Claire thought about putting her bra back on but by the time she’d resolved to do so, Frankie returned and put his hands back on her norks. She sipped the water gratefully.
“Here, why don’t you kneel in front of me and I’ll look down your throat,” he said sitting down in an armchair.
Claire nodded gratefully and knelt down between his open legs, turned her face up and opened her mouth to allow Frankie to peer down it.
“Hmmm, it doesn’t look to bad but you’re going to have to keep it nice and moist. Water’s OK but it doesn’t work as well as the traditional way to protect your voice but, well, no, don’t worry,” he said.
Claire was intrigued. “No, don’t stop, what do you mean, traditional way?” she prompted.
“Well, I read a paper by Professor Hermann Schlongsauger of the International Institute for, er, Vocal Singology that talks about how some top singers, such as, um, Kylie Minogue and Amy Winehouse, use the high protein direct delivery method of, um, throat lubrication. But I’m not sure you’d want to try it,” he finished, shaking his head.
“No, really! I want to give it a go!” Claire begged. “Please tell me how to do it.” She was determined to do whatever it took to look after her vocal chords. After all how else would she ever become a famous singer?
Frankie cleared his throat. “Well, darling, apparently the best possible way is to apply fresh human semen directly to the area to be protected three times a day. It seems that sperm has the perfect balance of protein and nutrients for effective long-lasting vocal durability.”
Claire was amazed. Whoever had thought of such an idea! Still if someone like Professor what-ever-his-name-was from the Institute of Singology was recommending it then it must the right thing to do. And if the method was good enough for both Kylie and Amy then it was good enough for her.
“So all I need to do is to suck off my boyfriend three times a day and swallow his spunk and my voice will be fine?” she asked, thinking how pleased Danny would be at the means of treatment, not that he yet knew anything about her singing career.
“Um, well, it depends on how long his penis is. Actually the jizz needs to be spurted directly onto the right place so you would have to be able to overcome your gag reflex. If his cock is too long or too short then it just won’t work.”
“Oh! Well, he’s just bit smaller than average, I’d say,” she said blushing. She couldn’t believe she was talking about her boyfriend’s cock with a record producer.
“So maybe a touch smaller than me? Hmm, well that probably won’t be big enough, babe. Tell you what, why don’t we try with me and we’ll see if we can get it right.”
Claire smiled up at him appreciatively. “Oh, thanks so much, Frankie,” she said reaching for his fly.
Frankie’s cock was as she hazily remembered from the previous evening, of average size, pink and slightly wrinkled, and already almost stiff.
“Lick it, honey,” Frankie ordered and she gratefully obeyed, her lithe tongue flickering around his bulbous knob. Once she was satisfied that he was completely erect, she made a tight ring with her moist lips and slowly slid her mouth down most of his length stopping as he hit the back of her mouth. She slid back up again and then repeated the manoeuvre preparing herself to deepthroat him the final two inches.
Frankie though, no doubt trying to be helpful, grabbed her head and pushed it down, forcing her to swallow him completely before she was ready. “Just a bit further. Oh yeah, that’s good. There, it’s all in. How far down is that?” he grunted
Claire, slightly surprised at the sudden violation of her throat, couldn’t in any case speak because her mouth was just so full of cock. However, she pointed to a spot half-way down her neck to indicate just how far in he’d gone.
“That’s perfect, doll! Luckily I’m just the right size,” Frankie stated joyfully before going back to manhandling her huge knockers and Claire gave him the thumbs-up, trying to smile around his penis. “Now all you need to do is make me come!”