Mooralan has eight hands and I wish I had two mouths, but… clearly they’re okay with sharing.
I push Ferrok’s clitball to the side of my mouth and swirl my tongue around Mooralan’s cockhead. The cubic ridges make it difficult to hold a smooth motion, but one of his hands twist in my hair and he grips mesotightly, I know he likes it.
“Ferrok has asked if you would suck his cock as well.”
I am happy to oblige.
Giving Mooralan a few more sucks and strokes, I take the chance to breathe as I rearrange the squares and pull up a keypad on the floor.
Peach told me this hack last week, and I have been looking for an excuse to use it.
With a few selections and commands, Mooralan’s square detaches from the wall entirely, floating like it’s on an invisible grid.
The booth populates new squares for his hands too, and when his cock is close enough I can press back and take him, I let Mooralan do the work and turn my attention to Ferrok, right in front of me.
I treat his cock like I would any other, but I don’t put his clitball back in. I roll it around on my tongue as I trace the tip of its socket and his cockshivers.
Maybe I should have been sucking his cock all along.
When I take him into my mouth completely, I roll him against himself, and I’m surprised when I’m notimmediatelyrewarded with a mouthful of cum.
I can imagine them now. Mooralan with his hands through the wall, fucking me with his eyes screwed shut. Ferrok, beside him, leaned against the wall with his fists clenched, fighting not to come.
I wish I could hear them. I wish I knew if they were talking to each other while they fuck me through the holes.
One of Mooralan’s hands slips between my legs, his fingers sliding over my clit and making me moan on Ferrok’s cock while I swirl his clitball around on my tongue.
I lose myself for a moment, closing my eyes and giving in. Pressing Ferrok’s clitball back in the socket, I inhale. My whole body wants to moan, but I don’t get the chance.
Like it was spring loaded, Ferrok’s clitball shoots straight to the back of my mouth and I gasp, jerking away as his cum floods after.
But it’s too late. I struggle to swallow as the hard ball passes through my through, carried down by his slick cum.
It was an accident.
An instinct.
“Oh no.”
Both of their cocks disappear and the bot flashes a questioning sequence of lights.“Define parameters of distress.”
“I swallowed his…” I don’t know what to call it to the bot, so I call it what I’ve always thought of it as. “His clitball.”
A robe falls from a hole above me and lands on the floor in front of me.
“I will connect you to the infirmary as soon as you are ready.”
I’m not choking. I don’t feel… sick. I just feel the hard ball working its way down my esophagus.
“Is he okay?”
“The client has also been admitted to the infirmary.”
Not a yes. Not a no. But a third, more worrying thing. If the bot doesn’t know…
I pull the robe on and let it know I’m ready, and when the door opens, I step into the bright and sanitary space and Dr. Love takes me by the arm while my eyes are still adjusting.
“I knew it was going to happen, eventually.” She laughs mirthlessly and steers me toward an exam room.
