Malpractice (Part Four)

“But…!”

“Shhh…” She whispers. “If you talk again before we both come, I’m gonna swallow you whole and tell Mom you just ran away.”

His blood runs cold and he shuts up. Her fiery eyes lock onto his, clearly relishing his fear.

“Good boy,” she says, now panting with arousal. “You know I’m serious, don’t you? I would just love to feel you slide down my throat… Mmm… And you would become part of me. Forever.”

She chuckles.

“You’d probably go straight to my ass. Would you like that? For your whole little teensy body to be part of my butt?”

Her tongue swirls playfully around his penis, and to his intense embarrassment it starts to harden.

“Ooh, you like that don’t you! You like my ass.”

She casually flips her hair in a sassy, confident gesture.

“Don’t be embarrassed, teensy. Everybody likes my ass.”

She grabs him around the waist like a doll and leans back against her bed, holding him up against her smiling lips. She’s panting with arousal and her breath is warm and humid against him. She toys playfully with his dick with her tongue for a moment, then slurps it into her mouth with a little giggle.

He moans involuntarily, and she giggles again, making him blush.

“Mmm…” she moans. Below him, she’s still using the Ken doll to pleasure herself, with gradually increasing intensity.

He hates himself for it but her breathy moans turn him on and he finds himself gritting his teeth and scrunching his eyes shut to resist her, teetering precariously on the brink of orgasm.

“Mm mm,” she says in a mockingly stern tone. “Open your eyes, pet. Look at your Goddess when she’s playing with you.”

Very gently, her teeth close onto his dick and give it a little squeeze, prompting him to open his eyes with alarm, only to find himself locked in intense eye contact with her huge brown eyes, which are wild with arousal.

She giggles and her lips vibrate around his dick, pushing him over the brink of climax. He can’t help but moan as he reluctantly sprays ropes of hot come into her waiting mouth, coming harder than he ever has in his life. She keeps giggling at his astonished expression, the vibration of her lips only making the sensation even more overwhelming.

As he comes, she visibly brings herself to orgasm too, her huge terrifying eyes locked on his. Her pretty face takes up his whole field of vision and for a moment there’s nothing but her, moaning and panting with ecstatic abandon.

Finally, both of them wind down, and she slumps back against the bed, panting with a satisfied smile on her face. He blinks with bewilderment, unable to process what just happened.

Suddenly, her mom’s voice rings out from downstairs, startling him out of his post-orgasmic reverie.

“Dinner’s ready!” she calls up to them.

Abbie grins. “Perfect!”

To his surprise, she pops the whole upper half of his torso into her mouth, holding him gingerly at the waist with her teeth so she can use both hands to stand up.

She pulls him out again, drenched in her saliva, and swings him carelessly by her side as she skips out of her room and down the stairs to the kitchen. His face keeps grazing the smooth skin of her upper thigh and the side of her ass as she walks.

When she gets there, her mom is already in the living room, eating absentmindedly while she scrolls on her phone, the TV blaring with some stupid reality show.

Abbie takes him cheerfully to the kitchen, grabs a plate and stands him up on it precariously while she piles food on, the massive scoops of mashed potatoes barely missing him as he struggles to maintain his footing.

When her plate is full, she strolls into the living room.

Abbie’s mom looks up briefly and then looks back down at her phone. Then she looks up again, quizzically, doing a double take.

“Is he wearing…”

“A dress, yeah!” Abbie giggles. “He wanted to be a little princess.” She smiles down at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “We’re really bonding.”

He starts to speak up in protest, but she casually knocks him into the pile of mashed potatoes with the back of her fork.

“Oopsie! You got all dirty, you silly little guy!”

He looks up helplessly to see that her mom has already lost interest, and is looking back down at her phone.

“Here you go cutie, let’s get you cleaned up.”

She scoops him up with her fork and lifts him to her smiling lips, and her tongue snakes out from between them to lick the mashed potatoes off of him.

“Stop it! Stop! Dr. Park!” he cries out, but he can tell even as he speaks that under the blaring of the TV, his voice is too tiny to carry even as far as the other living room couch, and Dr. Park doesn’t even look up.