I woke up feeling like I had been poisoned, my stomach churning and revolting against any thought of food. I barely managed to drag myself out of bed, my whole body aching with the effort. It was a miracle I had even made it to the bathroom in time.
Laying on the cold tiles, I tried to focus on anything that might help me feel better. My eyes drifted over to my phone and I saw a message notification from Christina. The message was short and to the point: "I'll be there in 40 mins! Hurry up and clean yourself up."
I stared at the message, feeling a combination of dread and panic rising up inside me. I knew what she expected of me, and it was impossible. Not only was I too sick to move, but the thought of her insisting on me tending to her most private areas... I just couldn't do it.
Despite my best attempts to argue against it, my body seemed to betray me. I sent her a message begging for her to understand, hoping that maybe she would be lenient this time. A few minutes later, her reply came through: "I can't stand it when you're like this. Be ready for me."
My heart sank as I read those words. There was no room for negotiation. She expected me to do my duty, regardless of how I felt. With a heavy heart, I forced myself to get up and stagger towards the bathroom. I felt even worse after that short walk, but I managed to make myself presentable enough.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the doorbell rang. I forced myself to my feet and made my way to let her in. As soon as she stepped across the threshold, she took in my pale, sweaty appearance. Her face was a mask of concern, but there was also a twinkle in her eye that I recognized all too well.
"You look terrible," she said, her voice soft with concern. But then, almost as an afterthought, she added, "But I'm glad you're here."
The heat of her body hit me as she stepped closer and placed a hand on my cheek, gently turning my head towards her. She was wearing her usual business attire, looking every inch the professional powerhouse she was.
"Now, let's get to work," she said, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. She moved closer still, her body looming over mine as she straddled my waist. I couldn't help but feel a stirring of arousal beneath my nausea.
Her ass was too close, practically touching my face as she bent over to tie her shoelaces. I could smell her musky scent, and it was making it hard to focus on the pain in my stomach. She noticed my struggle and made a small noise of amusement.
"Tempted to taste, aren't you?" she murmured, her voice low and teasing. I swallowed heavily, unable to form words. She chuckled softly and stood up straight, giving me a mischievous smile.
"Don't worry," she said, "I'll make it worth your while."
And with that, she turned her back to me and lowered her pants, exposing her perfect, rounded ass. My heart began to pound in my chest as I watched those round cheeks sway gently with her movements.
"Get your tongue out," she commanded, not looking back at me. I did as I was told, my tongue hesitatingly stretching out from my mouth. She let out a soft gasp, and I felt a sudden burst of wind on my face.
It was a fart, and I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement at the thought that it might have been aimed at me. She didn't give me time to react, though. Instead, she reached down and grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head towards her.
And then she was there, her ass pressed firmly against my face as she slowly lowered herself onto my lap. She was completely naked beneath her suit jacket, and the feeling of her bare skin against mine sent shivers down my spine.
I tried to protest, to tell her that I couldn't do it. But the sight of her ass, round and perfect, was too much for me to resist. I reached up and placed my hands on her thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath my palms.
With one hand, she grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, holding me in place as she began to move her hips slowly. The scent of her ass filled my nostrils, and I felt my cock begin to stir beneath me.
She was pushing me, testing my limits, and I knew that I would do whatever she asked of me. Because despite how sick and nauseous I felt, being near her made it all worth it.
As she thrust her hips back and forth, I reached up and gently pressed my tongue against her anus. She moaned softly, a mixture of pleasure and anticipation in her voice.
"That's it," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear. "Suck on my ass, and make me come. Let me feel your tongue on my hole."
I did as I was told, my tongue flicking against her puckered anal ring. She was close, I could feel it in the way she shuddered and moaned every time I touched her. And then she was coming, her hips jerking violently as she rode my face.
The hot, sticky liquid that filled my mouth was unlike anything I'd ever tasted before. It was bitter and sharp, like the taste of bile. But despite the nausea that rose up in my throat, I swallowed every last drop.
When she finally came down from her high, she pulled away slowly, her breathing ragged and heavy. She looked down at me, and for a moment I saw a flash of vulnerability in her eyes.
"Thank you," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly. And then she was gone, standing up and pulling her pants back up as if nothing had happened.
I was left on the floor, my tongue hanging out of my mouth and a bitter taste in my throat. But even as I struggled to stand up and make my way to the bathroom, I knew that I would do it all again. Because no matter how much it hurt, being near her made it all worth it.
