Blog Flash: Blowjob Queen

Disclaimer: This fictional story is meant for adults only: 18+. It contains highly taboo, sexual, and graphic themes, many of which may not even be possible. For adults, enjoy!

Blog Flash: Blowjob Queen

Heather woke up groggy that morning, and feeling different somehow. Though, she didn’t remember feeling in any differently. There was an odd haze making little clear, but she assumed that was just some morning thing. She looked around, and found herself unfamiliar with the surroundings. It was clearly a brightly furnished bedroom, while the sun filtered through white curtains. None of it connected to anything in her mind.

The odd haze began to lift, or perhaps shift to somewhere else. She knew no analogue for the sensation. No memories, other than ones from a few moments ago, came to her, but she realized that she knew things. She knew her name was Heather at the very least. She knew her mouth was for blowjobs. She knew what blowjobs were. Indeed, all she seemed to know were blowjobs and general oral pleasure. She sensed there must have been more in her mind prior to when she woke up, but nothing had been coming to her. Something suddenly did just become clear: she was hungry. But for what?

The light, cream colored door opposite the windows suddenly opened. A man and woman holding notebooks suddenly walked into the room, closing the door behind them. They looked professional in the suit, dress, and white lab coats, but Heather had no tangible analogue in her mind to confirm that. All she knew was that she could not help but look at their crotches.

“What is your name?” the man asked professionally to the woman on the bed.

“I am Heather …” she answered suddenly realizing there was more.

“Yes?” the woman nudged.

“I am Heather, Queen of Blowjobs …” she blurted out amazed at the full name, which was as new to her as it was inexplicably true. She sat up, falling blanket revealing she wore nothing.

“Very good!” the man exclaimed.

“Tell us about yourself, Heather, Queen of Blowjobs,” the woman professionally requested.

“I … I don’t seem to remember where I am or how I got here, but I seem to know everything about blowjobs,” Heather stated, eyes all but affixed on their crotches.

“What can you tell us about blowjobs?” the woman asked.

“I know how to shove a dick down my throat without gagging, and how to eat out a vagina,” Heather stated, find herself drooling a little. “I know how to move my head and tongue in just the right ways to provide perfect oral pleasure.”

“Do you know anything else?” the man asked.

“… No,” Heather answered ponderously. “All I seem to know is my name and my purpose.”

“Which is?” the woman asked with an expectant smile.

“To provide oral pleasure.” There was a distinct joy in that answer. That was her only purpose in life, she now understood. If there was anything more prior, it no longer mattered. “I am Heather, Queen of Blowjobs, and my purpose in life is to provide oral pleasure to others.”

The man then unzipped his pants, and released his throbbing member. “Fulfill your purpose, Heather, Queen of Blowjobs.”

All the Blowjob Queen could do for a moment was stare at the large member. Without any control over herself, she motioned for that which made her drool. She simply consumed the rod. It tasted amazing, but what she wanted, she somehow knew, would be even better. She bobbed her head up and down in her great hunger, the man moaning joyously. For reasons she could not understand, the Blowjob Queen expected to gag, and felt a confusing surprise when the dick slid down her throat like it was meant to be there. Yes, her mouth and throat and body were made for this.

Feeling playful, she released the rod from her mouth, and began to lick and suck the balls, while wildly stroking the cock with hands made for the act. Waves of pleasure shot through them both, the salty pre-cum driving her wild. She soon resumed her sucking, with her hands occasionally joining the fun. She then only concentrated on the tip with her lips, mouth, and tongue, and stroked wildly with her hand. The man suddenly exploded into her mouth. Tasting and swallowing the musky slime, an orgasmic explosion of joy and pleasure rushed throughout her body. She milked it dry like she had done it every day her entire life, however long that was!

“Excellent!” the woman exclaimed, hot and bothered.

The Blowjob Queen, licking cum off her lips, looked over to the undressing woman. The Queen starred at the moist, shaven snatch, knowing orgasmic food could come from there as well. The slim, athletic woman casually lay on the bed, and ordered, “My turn, Heather, Queen of Blowjobs!”

The still hungry Queen crawled over the woman’s smooth legs, and opened them wide. Knowing just what to do, the Queen began to passionately make out with the juicy lips, making them both moan. Her tongue swirled wildly in and around the pussy.

“Holy, fuck! How is that so perfect?” the woman exclaimed. “Let me taste the Queen’s pussy, as you eat mine!”

The Blowjob Queen happily flipped around. While she did, the Queen then fully understoon she had a vast array of sexual knowledge, all of which geared toward her consuming cum. She found herself … pleased to have such vast knowledge.

The two both soon moaned and grunted and writhed in pleasure. Soon, the Queen began to finger the woman’s G-spot with flawless motions, the sound of building juices growing. “Oh God, yes, Queen, I’m gonna blow! … Take it! TAKE IT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHLL”

Mouth already in perfect position, hot, wet cum blasted down the Blowjob Queen’s throat the moment she pulled her fingers away. The Queen, too, exploded in another orgasmic feed. The Queen happily rolled onto her back, feeling satisfied. “Tastes so good …” she muttered.

“Well, Heather,” the woman said breathlessly next to her, “It appears your chosen conversion was a complete success!”

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