"You want to give me some head?"
Emily rolled her eyes. Nick was so completely predictable from the request right down to the words he'd choose. Every time they'd hang out, he would invariably ask for her to suck him off, and he'd always ask the exact same way. Lucky for him that Emily fucking loved sucking cock. And she was obviously great at it or he wouldn't keep asking.
So she said, "Yes," the way she always did and dropped down to her knees, fishing out his cock and stroking him hard before leaning down and kissing the tip. It was so easy for her to kind of lose herself in the job. The blow job. She giggled internally, feeling suddenly a little silly. A little lighter, even. Like when Nick's cock was in her mouth, there wasn't room for anything else.
"Fuck you're so good at that," he groaned from above her as his hand came down and wrapped itself in her hair. She was thrilled for the praise. She was such a good girlfriend! Each lick, each bob of her head, each throb of his hardness against her lips and her tongue sent more and more of her mind spinning off into the ether. She didn't care about anything but his pleasure and his praise and his inevitable climax.
Her eyes rolled up into her increasingly empty mind. Then she felt him grab the sides of her head and hold her tight, and - even as dim as her brain currently was - she knew to be excited.
He erupted into her mouth and she automatically began to swallow more and more and more. Her skin felt hot where he touched the sides of her head. Her mind felt cold and empty. And as he let her go, she fell to the floor, residual cum leaking from her lips.
He often left her this way after she'd given him head. He never returned the favor, but she never minded. The wonderful feeling after he'd had his way with her was more fulfilling than any of the sex she'd ever had. And each time she fell to the ground, it took her a little longer to put herself back together and come back to her senses.
Which she took to mean that she was getting better and giving him what he wanted.
This time felt different, though. The familiar feeling of her mind starting to come back to life wasn't there. And the desire to rise off the carpet and return to his side was completely missing. Not just weak and regrowing.
"You've given me so much head, Emily," Nick said from somewhere above her. "Each time I ask for what I want and you willingly agree to my terms. And each time I take some of your head for myself. I was beginning to wonder how much you had left in there. I guess we found the bottom of the barrel."
Emily didn't understand many of those words. Not without her head.
The head he'd taken from her.
The head she'd given away.
"I bet you're feeling wonderful down there in your empty daze."
"A shame I can't just leave you like that. But now that we know where the line is, we can float just above it."
He touched the middle of her forehead and that hot feeling in her skin returned. And so did her mind. At least, a little piece of it.
"There. That should be just enough to make you act like a human again but still be almost completely open to my suggestions. Pick yourself up, Em."
She scrambled to her knees, impossibly eager to please him.
"God you look hot like that. I want more but you don't have anymore to give. Guess from now on they'll have to be free." His cock began to rise again, and her eyes locked onto it. And then he asked her to do something like he'd never asked her before.
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