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> Some blue chick dragged you off the street into Taco Bell
> You sit at this table, and she has a box full of tacos
> "You gotta try this!"
> Eh, free food
> She just hands you a taco
> Is that all?
"I've had tacos before."
> She looks at you with crazy eyes
> Gaze into the abyss and it hands you a taco
> "Eat."
> You shrug and eat the damn taco
> She starts squirming, a weird smile on her face
> The taco breaks a little and some meat falls onto the table
> She bites her lip
> No use wasting food
> You scoop up the spilled meat and pop it into your mouth
> Bluey grips the table hard, breathing shallowly
> You take a couple more bites, there's maybe one more left in the taco
> It's a little big for one bite, but that doesn't stop you from trying
> You just cram that sucker in there, your cheeks bulging a little to get it all in
> Huh, looks like the girl is tucking her shirt in
> Vigorously
> You chew, then swallow
> She twitches for a bit, then shakily grabs some napkins
"You alright there?"
> She gives you a weak smile
> "Never been better, I just uh, spilled some soda earlier."
> Oh, okay
"Well, thanks for the taco, it was good."
> "It was good for me too."
> Weird, but cute
"I gotta go, but we should do this again sometime."
> You hand her a business card
> Really it's just your name and number, but it saves time
> She stares at it in wonder
> "You'll be my taco buddy?"
"Yup. See you around."
> It's always fun to eat out with girls

> Next morning you get a call
> Look at the time
> 6 in the morning
> You are all set to kill the person on the other end of the phone
"This is Anon."
> Then a voice of pure sex comes through the speaker
> "Is this Sonata's taco buddy?"
> What
"Yes, that's me."
> "How do you feel about breakfast?"

> You find the apartment easily enough
> Pretty snazzy, you have to say
> Then the redhead opens the door, and you forget about everything else
> "Come on in."
> She's wearing a pink bathrobe, cinched tightly around her waist
> She leads you to the kitchen, and you can't take your eyes off her hips
> The woman points you to a chair at the table
> As you sit, you watch her gather some dishes
> You curse the island counter between you and her
> She steps to the side to open a cabinet, and you can just see a long, yellow leg slip out of the robe
> She approaches you with smoldering eyes and...
"Breakfast cereal?"
> "Yes."
> Her voice is husky as she says the word, and your dick is standing at attention
> She leans over, setting everything before you
> The neck of the robe loosens, and you are granted a magnificent view of her cleavage
> She pours the cereal into the bowl, then puts a hand to her cheek
> "I forgot the milk!"
> As she sashays over to the fridge, you bite your lip
> Dat ass
> She returns, and you are treated with another view of the valley of paradise
> Best morning ever
> As she pours the milk, she licks her lips
> Guess someone likes cereal
> Finally, she puts the milk away, and you actually look at what you'll be eating
> Lucky Charms, you guess
> Or whatever the local knockoff is for marshmallow bit cereal
> Could be worse
> The redhead watches you from behind the island counter, her arms braced against the edge
> Might as well get to eating
> Spoonful after spoonful, you eat
> You pause
"So what's your name?"
> She blinks, then answers
> "Adagio. Never mind that, just keep eating."
"Alright."
> Birds of a feather, you guess
> As you eat, you notice Adagio leaning forward more and more
> This be getting good
> By the time you are down to the last couple of marshmallow bits, she's bent over on the island, flat on her stomach and her arms oddly pinned underneath her
> Not that you are complaining, she's squishing the girls nicely, and you have a wonderful view
> As you take a few spoonfuls to gather up the rest, she starts swaying her hips back and forth
> Damn
> You don't want to miss a thing, but you have a bowl of milk you really don't want to waste
> Then you get an idea
> You turn to the side and bring the bowl to your lips
> You can just barely see what she's doing as you begin to drink
> Adagio scoots back and forth on the countertop, her tongue beginning to stick out of her mouth
> Is she on some diet where she can't have cereal?
> Is she trying to enjoy it by proxy?
> Eh, no use trying to understand women
> You chug the rest of the milk, then set the bowl down
> She whimpers, then slides to the floor behind the island
> That diet must be killing her, poor thing
"Want me to wash the dishes?"
> "N-no, I'll take them. Have a nice day."
> Well, don't want to outlast your welcome
"Alright, you too Adagio."
> As you close the door behind you, you catch a glimpse of her licking your bowl
> Poor thing

> You are just settling in for the evening after a nondescript day at work
> Your cell rings, and you sigh
"Hello."
> "You the one that milked Adagio?"
> Milked?
"She invited me over for breakfast, if that's what you mean."
> The voice on the line is is low and rough
> "Right. I nee- want you to try some candy I'm making. You coming over or what?"
> ...
"Sure, just tell me you don't have a van."
> "It's on my wish list."
> The phone clicks, and you shake your head ruefully
> This is probably a bad idea, but there are worse fates than being roofied in apartment of three hot women

> She answers the door in sweatpants and an apron
"Hi, I'm Anon. Nice to meet you."
> She looks you up and down
> "Aria. Now get in that chair."
> She turns away, and you discover she is only wearing sweatpants and an apron
> Dat bareback
> You sit down, and she sets a tray in front of you
> There's a handful of different hard candies, and what looks like homemade truffle
> You pick up what looks like blue taffy as she sits across from you
> You pop it into your mouth, and instantly pucker
> It's what warheads wished they could be
> You clamp it between your molars and give your tongue a break, panting somewhat
> "You don't have to eat it all, just tell me what you think."
> You gingerly pluck the piece from your mouth, and put the sticky thing back on the tray
> There's some rustling, sounds like she's adjusting the waistband of her pants
"That was... very sour."
> You smack your lips a few times, trying to dilute the flavor somewhat
> "Oh? Tell me more." 
"It might be a little too strong. If you want to sell it, you'll have to put a warning label on it. Damn, is there something I can drink?"
> She stands up, one hand hidden behind the apron
> "Oh, I'll give you something to drink."
> She goes and fills up a tall glass of water, all with her free hand
> Is the other one deformed? Maybe burned? 
> Molten sugar is no laughing matter, you suppose
> You take the water without comment, and swish around a mouthful or two
> All the while, Aria watches you like a hawk, admittedly a hawk with a twitch leg, but whatever
> She's pretty serious about candy making
> You decide to go for the orange one this time
> Orange flavor, you were expecting
> Orang chicken, not so much
> You roll it around in your mouth, trying to decide on what you thought of it
> Aww, she's nervous, all rubbing her face, adjusting the apron straps, and that other arm just keeps twitching
> Finally you spit it out into your hand, and she moans
"Don't worry, It's good. Seriously, this is some Willy Wonka stuff right here. I'm impressed."
> You set it down next to the previous candy, and go for your water again
> Aria nods slowly, rubbing her chin, then her lips
> All that's left is a thick, bubblegum pink rod of hard candy, and the truffle
> Might as well see what that's about
> You pop the chocolate into your mouth, and break it open with your molars
> Oh hell yes
> So sweet, so creamy
> You don't care how odd you sound, you have to let her know
"Damn, Awia, I love yohw cweamy fiwing!"
> She blushes at that
> "W-what did you say?"
> You push the ambrosia into the pouch of your cheek and try again
"Fuck, I love your creamy filling. I could eat it for days."
> Aria stares at you in shock, her gimp arm twitching like mad
> "R-really?"
"Aria, my tongue is having an orgasm, right now. All because of you and your damn filling."
> She slumps in her chair, a goofy smile on her face
> "It's not the only one."
"There's more? Where do I sign up, I need a year's supply, stat."
> She blinks a few times, then straightens up
> You see her arm isn't twitching nearly as bad, which is nice, you were worried
> "I wasn't really intending to sell these, but I can make more for you, if you eat them right here."
"Deal. Let me just savor this taste before I move on."
> You just sit there and moan as perfection melts on your tongue
> Aria seems uncomfortable, she's starting to fidget
> By the time you are done with the truffle, her arm is twitching again
> Well, let's see what she's nervous about
> You pick up the pink rod and give it a few licks around the tip
> Then a little further down, and
"Nice, different flavors at different places, I like the way you think."
> She smiles at that, her free hand tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear
> You do short little licks down the length, getting an idea of the spectrum of flavors
> Hmmm
"You might consider having different colors for different flavors."
> She looks a little uncomfortable at that
> "Well, you see..."
> You take a second look at the long, pink rod you've been licking
"Oh, I get it! It's a dick!"
> Aria stares at you in surprise, and nods
> You chuckle
"No wonder you were nervous. But this is pretty funny, I have to say."
> You take in a good portion of it's length, you cheek bulging
> She lets out a weak laugh, her fingers covering her lips
> You'll have to try harder
> You pump it in and out of your mouth, your head bobbing slightly
> Still no laughter, and her arm is twitching almost as much as before
> You try popping it out of your mouth, and swirling your tongue around the tip
> She reaches out a hand hesitantly
> "Can I try? I haven't...had all the flavors like that."
> You look at the sticky rod in your hand
"You sure you want to? I've pretty much slobbered all over it."
> "I-I don't mind. My immune system is strong."
"Alright, here you go."
> You hand her the rod, and she sniffs it experimentally
> Her arm is twitching mightily, and her breathing is rather shallow
> Aria must be serious about her candy, if she's getting this worked up about mixing the flavors
> She slides the sticky rod into her mouth, and closes her lips around it
> Not going to lie, the sight makes you hard
> You start to wonder
> She slowly pulls it out of her mouth, and you realize your saliva is mixing with hers right now
> Then she swallows, and you have instant rock candy in your pants
> It can't be normal, getting off to someone else eating things
> She starts thrusting the hard candy in and out of her mouth, her other arm twitching in time
> Damn, that's ho-
> She's not stopping, is she-
> She's definitely having a seizure
> You rush around the table and pull the candy out of her mouth
> She stares up at you with a glazes expression
> "Anon, I'm c-, I, I'm c-"
> Shit shit shit
> What are you supposed to do here?
> Her breathing is irregular, and her lower half is jerking around
> Your panicked brain comes up with one answer: CPR
> You press your lips to hers, and try to give her steadying, regular breaths
> That would be a whole lot easier, if her tongue wasn't spasming around in your mouth and being distracting
> Then, as sudden as it started, it stops, and you pull away
> You gaze at her in concern
"You alright?"
> She smiles at you, and gives you a peck on the cheek
> "And you were wonderful."
> She's still recovering, you can tell
"Do I need to call a doctor, or get you some medicine?"
> Now she's grinning, and patting your face
> "We can play doctor, anytime you like."
> It's a little longer before she can talk sensibly
> Once you're sure she can handle herself,
> "I've been handling myself for a long time."
> You bid her a polite goodbye, and resolve to check on her from time to time.