A Deal with Cream

With their eyes locked onto Chad's after downing his cum, they thought to themselves, "We just mastered this guy's cock and swallowed his essence." They felt as though Chad was flowing inside them now, their gaze still fixed on him as they smiled. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but swallowing a guy's essence? That's a connection that transcends the body—it's an intertwining of spirits, a fusion of souls, a bond so deep it leaves you tethered to him in ways that go beyond the physical, beyond the flesh.

A random voice in the crowd called out to Chad, "How was it?"

Chad hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck as he shifted his stance, muttering, "It was alright… I guess."

He wasn't sure if they were expecting something more detailed, like a rating out of 10.

Jezabelle nudged Chad, her voice laced with amusement. "They were talking to us…" She turned to the crowd, letting the moment linger as she ran her tongue over her lips, savouring the taste. Then, with a slow, deliberate smile, she declared, "It tastes like heaven."

Marissa then said to the crowd: "A taste fit for a queen."

A voice from an onlooker said, "Chad, I was wondering if you would sell some of your eBay for the rest of us women to enjoy."

A woman in a sharp but slightly unbuttoned suit stood among the crowd, her posture poised and confident. Adjusting her cuff, she spoke with a measured tone, "I observed your entire performance with those two girls. It was... quite the display… your dick… is quite the spectacle."

Chad felt a leftover residue of jizz drip down from his dick and onto the floor, quickly rubbing it into the carpet with his shoe, pretending nothing had happened.

The businesswoman went on, "I work for... Sweet Cream Inc. company, and I think your cum would be good for our cereal. We could also use it for our ice cream, cream-filled pastries, and maybe even a revolutionary new whipped cream spray—Chad's Cream Supreme! Imagine it—cream-flavoured energy drinks, cream-infused coffee pods, or even a luxury skincare line: HydraCream, for that milky smooth glow! The possibilities are endless!"

A woman asked about a business collaboration while he stood there, fully naked, his erection still on full display, with cum dripping from it, like an old, faulty tap that is constantly dripping, no matter how hard you try to tighten it. Despite his exposed vulnerability, the businesswoman remained composed, her expression unchanged, exuding a level of professionalism that made the situation feel even more surreal. She didn't flinch or react, her posture perfectly poised, as if the scene before her were nothing out of the ordinary.

His reply was hesitant. "I'm not... sure about this partnership... this... isn't the best time to ask," he stammered, standing awkwardly in front of her, acutely aware of the contrast between his exposed state and her business attire. "Maybe... I'm not sure," he added, his gaze flickering down momentarily before he quickly looked up again.

"Please consider it. Take my business card, and we can arrange for complimentary samples to be delivered to your location, allowing you to evaluate our product before deciding on a potential partnership," she said as she handed out a business card to him.

He gestured at his naked body, pointing out the obvious—no pockets, no place to store the business card. Turning his back to her and the onlookers, he nonchalantly begins fumbling with his boxers, pulling them up with ease before adjusting his trousers.

The cream product she was sending me—are they really made from cum? Not just any cum, but other guys' cum? That's... well, this whole thing sounds incredibly strange. The product seemed so feminine—almost too feminine. Chad, on the other hand, likes his things masculine. Think rocket launchers, loud explosions, and anime girls dressed as French maids... their boobs so huge, they practically defy gravity, bigger than a person's head. But wait, what if these cum/cream products aren't even made from human cum? What if they're derived from something like horse or dog cum instead? I mean, can you imagine? Giving a product packed with dog cum to a cat... they'd probably end up bark-meowing or—worse—having some sort of mutant dog-cat hybrid babies. Picture it: a cat with the body of a dog and the attitude of a feline... it'd be the stuff of nightmares.

The professional business lady slid her business card between his butt crack while his back was turned, the move as smooth as if she'd done it a hundred times before. He didn't even notice the card slipping right in there, probably too distracted by whatever nonsense he was thinking. Slowly, he began to get dressed, and within seconds, his dick was no longer a public spectacle for the crowd of academy girls.

All the academy's girls watching groaned in disappointment as he covered up his privates, some letting out long, drawn-out "Aww"s, while others sighed heavily with "Ugh" or clicked their tongues with a sharp "Tch.". A few muttered "Seriously?" under their breath, and some let out exaggerated "Nooo"s, clearly upset that the show was over. With a final "Come on" and "Ugh," they turned and walked away to their classes, clearly disappointed they could no longer stare at Chad's... ahem... impressive dick.

Chad looked around, eyes darting nervously. The only ones left were the topless Jezabelle and naked Marissa, still standing there, laughing as they watched the chaos unfold with the businesswoman. He shook his head, a forced chuckle escaping him as he said, "I guess I need to head to class… We only get a… umm… three-hour break to loiter around and waste between each class."

Jezabelle tilted her head, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. "What about… our gratification…?"

Marissa followed that comment: "The female's gratification…"

He blinked, clearly uncomfortable, and said, "I can... buy you some Pokémon cards or something."

Jezabelle moved close to Marissa, whispering something in her ear.

Marissa nodded, her eyes shifting from Jezabelle to Chad, a sly smirk playing at the corners of her lips. Whatever was said between them, it seemed to settle the unspoken tension.

"We both had quite the little orgasm sucking you," Jezabelle grinned wickedly.

Marissa's voice was low, almost like a challenge. "Give us your digits so we can... get in contact with you again."

Still grinning, Jezabelle leaned forward slightly, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Give up your digits the old-fashioned way..."

"The old-fashioned way?"

Jezabelle's grin grew wider as she lowered her voice, as if sharing a secret. "Think of Braille with tactile lettering," she explained, her hands gesturing as though she were tracing invisible characters in the air.

"I'm not following."

Marissa picked up where Jezabelle left off, her tone light but teasing. "Let us spell it out for you," she said, her fingers lightly tapping on the table in an almost rhythmic manner.

Jezabelle's grin turned mischievous again, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "We want you..." she began, her eyes locking with his, as if making the moment linger.

Marissa finished the thought, her voice equally playful and smooth. "We want you to give us your phone digits... using your tongue to write each number..."

Jezabelle's hand drifted between her legs. "Here."

Marissa mirrored the motion, pointing at her exposed legs and her neatly trimmed little pussy. "And here."