"B-boyfriend?" You parroted, your mind still out of whack from your ordeal.
"Hell yeah babe." Her face was beaming as she looked down at your tiny form. "I can't remember the last time I felt that good. Plus we were totally in sync." You tilted your head, not sure what she meant by that. Seeing your confusion, she blushed and explained. "I mean, when I felt you... climaxed in me... that was when I... I also..." She turned her reddening face away and giggled, missing the look of shock on your face. It seems that she mistook your puking as your ejaculate. As gross as that was it was for the best. No telling how she would take it if she thought that having sex with her made you barf. "Come on," she says snapping you out of thought, "you're not going to tell me that you already have a girlfriend are you?"
Back to the big question. Pragmatically, this was a wonderful opportunity. Being treated as a partner was certainly better than a pet or toy. You would probably actually have some control over your life and be treated as a human being, at least by her. Beenish was cute and you had always admired her shapely butt. If you could get her to improve her hygiene a little this could be a good life. "I think I would like that, yeah," You answer.
"Yeeeeaaaaa!" She cries as she pulls you into her chest for a hug. You press yourself against her giant, modest breast, feeling her warmth and heartbeat. The scent coming from inside her shirt was actually pleasant. Maybe this really won't be so bad. She pulls you away and brings you up to her smiling face. "Oh jeez, you are covered in stuff. Let me clean you up, lover." This time is was your turn to blush, but you were quickly brought back to reality by a familiar, foul wind. Apparently 'clean you up' meant she was going to lick you clean as the monstrous pink muscle was coming right at you. Wet, bumpy flesh rubbed up your body, pulling up your clothes and tickling your tummy. You shivered in revulsion knowing full where it has been. You somehow managed to hold your breath as the tongue made a few more passes. You told yourself that she was trying to be helpful in a flirty way, not torture you. "Mmmmmmmmmm, you are a real sweetie sweetie. I better make sure I get it all," She says before tossing you completely into her mouth.
"Beenish NO!" You try to cry out. Unfortunately, your hard contact with her tongue forced a glob of oddly spicy saliva into your mouth. You spat out the goo just in time for being pressed into her hard palate. What little air was knocked out of your lungs and you were forced to breathe in Beenish's bad breath. The fetid air was even worse on the inside and it didn't take long before you began heaving. You were certain that if your stomach still had anything in it, you'd have vomited. You endured the hell on Earth that was the inside of Beenish's oral cavity for around 2 minutes before she let you slide out onto her hand. In the end, you just swapped out being covered in smelly vaginal fluid for smellier spit. She pulled out a tissue and carefully dried you off.
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