A splitting headache woke me up for the third day in a row. I had already been to the doctor, I think, but all they told me was “concussions like this take a long time to recover from”. I still couldn’t remember how it happened. I was a mid-level analyst at a Fortune 500 company. I had just had a good end-of-year bonus. I bought a motorcycle with the money and… oh. I still couldn’t remember much after that, though. But how much could I really forget? I was still able to get showered, dressed, and ready for the day. I knew where I worked, and I knew who I was. So what if my memory of the two years prior was a little hazy? How much could have really-
*Knock Knock Knock*. My train of thought at the breakfast table was interrupted by three sharp bangs at the door. I didn’t know if I was supposed to be expecting anyone, but I rationalized that I must’ve been. Maybe it was a checkup from my doctor I didn’t remember scheduling.
I walked to the door, leaving the storm door shut so I could assess the visitor first. I was taken aback slightly at the sight of the woman there. She was dressed formally, but the clothes she had on seemed far too risqué for a normal office. Her black dress hugged her curves, slim though they were, and I could clearly see the outline of her nipples. The deep neckline showed more cleavage than a bikini, while the length of her skirt didn’t even make it halfway down her admittedly gorgeous thighs. In stark contrast to the attire, she had a very formal-looking legal pad and pen with her, and seemed to be checking a list. The confusion must’ve shown on my face as I glanced her over. She looked to be around my age, maybe a couple of years older, and her heels put her at nearly eye level with me. Without them, she would have had to crane her neck to meet my eyes.
“Can I help you?” I asked. I tried not to let it show on my face how both confused and aroused I was.
“Yes, you are Mr. Parks, correct?” She asked in a tone that was all business.
“Yeah, who’s asking?” I cock an eyebrow.
“I’m Agent Maria White.” Her piercing green eyes seemed to stare through me. I couldn’t shake the feeling I had done something wrong or forgotten something important. “I’m from the Office of Recreational Genital or Alternative Sexual Mutual Stimulation, or O.R.G.A.S.M.S. for short.”
I nearly laughed out loud. This was something out of a bad porno. I wasn’t able to hide my amusement fully, and ‘Agent White’ didn’t seem to like that very much.
“Sir, this is official business. Our records indicate you didn’t file your mid-month reports on the 16th. If you don’t have your end-of-month report for me to collect today, I’ll have to issue you a citation.” She crossed her arms, and her previously soft face twisted into a frown.
“My reports? I don’t know what you mean, Ms. White. But I think you must have the wrong house. I don’t know where you came up with that acronym, but I’m sure it’ll get a laugh from whoever hired the stripper.”
“O.R.G.A.S.M.S. is an official federal office, Mr. Parks. Established by the U.S. Violent Crime Reduction Act two years ago, O.R.G.A.S.M.S. aims to reduce violent crime by -”
“Lady, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Please, just get off my porch before I call the cops.” I snapped at her.
My tone could’ve been nicer, but my headache was getting worse, and I was told by my doctor to rest. I told her as much and tried to close the door and get out of the weird conversation that had wound up on my doorstep.
“Wait, Mr. Parks! Your doctor’s recommendations, can I see it?”
“If it’ll get you to go away, fine. Just wait right here.”
“No, I should come inside.” Her voice left no room for protest, and she had entered through the storm door before I could make any move to stop her.
I opened my mouth to protest, but just let out a sigh as I walked back to my room. “Fine, whatever. I just want to get this over with.”
I looked over the doctor’s orders as I walked back with them. Some technical jargon about ‘temporary amnesia’ and other things I was too tired to read. I tossed the papers onto the table and waved her towards them.
“Have at it. Then I hope you can explain why you’re here or get out.”
She did so, quickly reading through my list of symptoms and treatment. The scowl on her olive face softened as she got further along. Eventually, she raised her head from the pages and smiled softly. “I see, sir. There has been a mistake.”
“I told you, now can you get out of my house?” I nearly shouted.
“Unfortunately, sir, I still need to collect the end-of-month report, but we aren’t going to issue any citations for not filling the mid-month reports.”
“Reports? What are you talking about, reports? I don’t work for you guys, do I?” Just when I was hoping to finally get to eat my breakfast in peace.
“Oh, my apologies, Mr. Parks. The amnesia, of course. Our office requires that every adult citizen log all of their orgasms. By the end of the month, you are expected to have orgasmed 45 times and made someone else orgasm at least 10 times. Studies have shown that a higher number of orgasms received and given leads to lower rates of violent crime. So to help curb the rising wave of crime, this program was put in place two years ago, with much success already being seen across the country!” She sounded like she was giving me the weirdest sales pitch I’ve ever heard. Something about what she said rang a bell way in the back of my head, and I was inclined to trust her.
“Well… I don’t think I have that monthly report ready either…” I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed, preparing for whatever ticket she planned on issuing me.
“Oh, of course not. But don’t worry. With your medical exemption and time in the hospital, I know I can work something out. You just have to demonstrate that you did your best to meet your quota this month,” she said with a wide, nearly devious smile.
“And how do I do that?”
“With me, of course. I’m here to help. But you’d better cancel any plans you had today. I want you to make a serious effort,” she stood finally. “Now get some breakfast if you haven’t already. We can get started as soon as you get your energy back.”
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I got through my breakfast with Agent White watching me like a tiger stalking its prey. I could feel her getting impatient as I finished up the scraps of my food. As soon as my coffee mug hit the table after my last sip, she stood me up.
“Come on now, there’s no time to waste. I want you to get as close to your quota as possible. Lead the way to your bedroom. Or the couch, whichever you prefer.”
A part of me still thought she was joking. After all, what government agent barges into your house and demands to make you cum? But by the time I got to the bedroom and turned around to usher her in, I saw her dress was on the floor, and she was now clad in nothing but lacy white lingerie that left nothing to the imagination.
“Wow… umm… look, are you sure this is-” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before she shoved me with surprising force back onto the bed. Before I could sit up to protest, her panties were off as well, and she was on the bed, straddling my chest.
“Remember, we’re trying for as many orgasms as possible. So don’t worry too much about foreplay, just get to work.” With a firm hand, she pulled herself from my chest and onto my face. Her plump labia pressed into my lips, and her small, trimmed bush above tickled my nose slightly. I struggled to take a breath before I managed to open my mouth and lick her already wet slit. It had been a while since I’d had the chance to do this, but my skills weren’t too rusty. I wasn’t immediately rewarded with the sounds of moaning when my tongue slid across her clit, she was too focused for that.
With her free hand, she expertly undid my belt and shuffled my pants and boxers down enough to get her hand around my dick. She slipped it out with ease, letting go only for a second to spit on her palm before she rubbed that onto my already hardening cock.
I was the one who first let out a moan instead, a quiet “fuck…” escaped my lips as I kissed and licked at her womanhood.
“Come on, now. You don’t have time to try and make it last. Get in there,” she pulled my hair towards her roughly, cutting off my air as the scent of her pussy filled my nostrils. “And just a little preference of mine, more suction. You’ll find the right spot soon enough.”
The whole time she was speaking, her hand hadn’t stopped. In fact, her pace had increased when I was pulled in closer. I was already leaking more precum than I had in some time, so much so that she didn’t need any extra lubrication.
The moans I let out were muffled by her warm lips and thighs that guarded my head on either side. I started to hear some soft moans from her too, egging on my already fast-approaching orgasm. Clearly having noticed this, she upped the noise, dropping whatever small air of professionalism she still brought into this.
“Oh, fuck, Mr. Parks. Right there!” She cried as I pressed myself as close as I could so my tongue could dance circles around her throbbing clit. A few more identical passes sent her over the edge. Her hips convulsed, and her thighs squeezed me so tightly I thought I would pass out, yet her hand never stopped its pumping.
The soft fat of her thighs suffocated me, which only seemed to help bring me to my climax too. As all I could see, feel, taste, and smell was her beautiful body, I began to cum. I don’t think I had ever had an orgasm so violent or powerful. I felt the ropes of my semen land hot on my shirt as they spilled over Agent White’s slim fingers.
“Holy…” I gasped as her body finally slid backwards enough for me to breathe. “Th-thank you.”
“Of course. I have to take my job very seriously,” she smiled warmly and cleaned off her hand with a tissue. I exaggerated my look of disappointment at that. “Oh, don’t worry, you’ll get your chance for me to taste it.”
“You mean I’ll see you again some other day?”
“Maybe, or maybe not. But I never said we were done here, did I?” As I tried to say something about being tired, unable, or for her to wait, she slipped a small pill into my mouth before she pushed my jaw closed and forced me to swallow like a dog.
“What the hell was that?” I got out after taking whatever she had given me.
“Something to help with that pesky refractory period. You should be ready to go soon. And we do have to hurry.” White showed her urgency by pulling my pants and shirt the rest of the way off, removing her bra in kind to leave us both naked on the bed.
Before I had time to fully process the heavenly sight of the woman still straddling me, she slid her hips back this time, towards my still leaking shaft.
I was too late to stop her practiced move, sliding my cock into her slick, waiting hole with one smooth motion. I wasn’t able to suppress a cry from the sensation. So soon after an intense orgasm, the feeling of my tip pushing into her pussy nearly hurt. The sensation was too much for me to take. Had she not given me… whatever it was she gave me, I would’ve been soft in seconds.
Seeing my lips curl back and my face scrunch up, her sweet visage changes to a disappointed frown. “Come on now, I don’t want to hear any complaining. Would you rather pay the fine? It can be quite hefty." I shook my head, and she smiled. “That’s what I thought.” She smirked and ran a hand up her body, stopping for a moment to spend extra time on her perfect, round tits. Her hand ended in her hair, making those dark waves fall in mesmerizing patterns as she began to ride. Her entrance squeezed tight around my tired tip with each bounce, sending a lightning bolt of excruciating pleasure through my body every time.
It was next to impossible to focus on anything in particular, as each thrust scattered the thoughts in my brain. Still, it seemed as if this was more than just a job to some small part of her. As she arched her back and leaned away so her free hand could better get to her clit, I couldn’t shake the feeling she was really, truly enjoying this exquisite torment.
“A-Agent White,” I managed to get out as I sucked in sharp breaths to mask the pain. “P-please, just a little break.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Parks. I’m doing you as many favors as I can. I promise, I’m just doing my job,” she said with a glint of perfect white behind those wine-red lips. All I could think of was that those teeth must be sharp, the way she seemed intent on draining everything I had.
Despite the overstimulation to my tip, the rest of my manhood seemed to be enjoying this, since in only another minute could feel the cusp of my next orgasm. “White! I’m… I think I’m cumming!”
I expected her to pull off, to make me finish on my chest again. Instead, she bounced hard off my hips a couple more times, planting her hips hard on the last one as I shot out my second, slightly smaller load deep inside of her. While waiting down there for me to finish, she replaced her hand on her clit with mine.
“I’m close now, too. Just push me over the edge,” White commanded. I did as she asked, grinding the pads of my fingers into her clit with little grace or control. It must have been enough. I felt her pelvic muscles tighten and thrash, milking the last drops of my cum out of my aching tip.
As I laid there, a sweaty, panting mess, I noticed, in my delirium, when she began to ride again. I weakly tried to raise my arm in protest, but she slapped it away. “Relax, Parks. Just lie there. Don’t even move. I want you to focus on feeling everything.”
An ethereal shadow fell on my face when her hair draped down over my head. Her hands were heavy when she planted them firmly on my chest. I was enthralled by every drop of sweat forming on her face. Each one reflected a kaleidoscope of light as small beams filtered through her bouncing, wavy hair. My ears were filled with the loud clap of her firm ass landing on my thighs with rhythmic precision. Her small chest bounced in time, throwing the beads of perspiration there down onto mine. The hot mixture of her cum and mine was forced out of her. It ran out over her smooth labia and left a sticky mess on my trimmed hair whenever she made contact. I glanced down to see small strands of our fluids connecting us still, even at her apex, as if she wanted to be connected to me in every way she could.
I don’t remember exactly when I came for the third time, but I remember it hurt. It ached in a way that made every muscle from my waist to my knees cramp and squeeze. I felt as if a little of my life was shot out inside her pussy alongside my now watery cum. I’d given up trying to protest when she continued this time. My fourth, fifth, and her third orgasm continued in the same way before she finally offered me a break.
After a small glass of water and a cold towel, her still creamy, cum filled slit was back in my face. This time I couldn’t eat with nearly as much fervor. Her pleasure instead came mostly from her, as she ground her box aggressively into my mouth. With weakly parted lips, I wasn’t able to offer more than warm breath and the occasional graze of my tongue. The white juices, resultant from both of our pleasure, ran into my mouth. I couldn’t do anything but swallow. The taste was strong, but I would be lying if I said it turned me off.
I suspected what was coming next when she shifted over me, turning her body to face my legs. While covering my face completely with her snatch once again, she wrapped those red lips around my cock and showed me no more mercy.
My body writhed and squirmed under her, trapped, even under her small frame. Every muscle in my body was on fire. Each lick was like a shock to my brain. The deep ache in my core had only grown and grown, but she was far from done.
After her clearly trained throat swallowed my seed, and her body shook from another climax, the rest of the day was a blur. Only small breaks for food or water punctuated the near constant barrage of orgasms I was given. By the end, even my heart was beginning to feel the strain a little.
As midnight came, her eager, voracious fucking finally came to a close. While the break was the most welcome thing to me at the time, I felt a small pang in my chest. Despite wishing for a break just seconds earlier, I was sad to learn the day was finally over.
She was nearly fully dressed when I recovered enough strength to sit up and talk again.
“You did well today, Mr. Parks. I think it’s safe to say you made a more than valiant effort to meet your quotas. I won’t be issuing you any citation or fee, given your medical situation as well,” she finished as she slid her dress back on over her head.
“H-how many?” I managed to ask weakly, driven more by morbid curiosity than anything.
“If I logged it all correctly, which may be easier said than done considering you were nearly shooting dry at the end there, 19 for you and 7 for me. You did wonderfully today, Mr. Parks,” she smiled back at me and made her way to the door. My legs shook as I stood up to see her out, and even walking down the hall was a herculean effort. “Now, just be sure to file everything on time next month. You should be all healed up by then, and I know someone like you should have no trouble filling that quota. Get some sleep now, Mr. Parks. You’ve earned it.”
My eyes were transfixed on that perfect ass as she walked slowly away from the house. Despite nearly passing out then and there, forgetting to file next month started to seem all too likely.