MAKER'S MUTSUS
The studio lights buzzed, loud and annoying. The Maker stood over him, holding a box of apples. "High grade Mutsu," he said, his voice smooth. "Free if you eat them all. You want the free stuff, right?"
The wellness guy nodded. He was tired. "Yeah. Whatever."
The Maker put the apples in his mouth. He chewed slowly. Crunch. Crunch. The juice was sweet. The taste was too good. It made his head spin. His eyes went wide. He felt floaty.
"Good," the Maker whispered. "Take them off."
The guy didn't think. He just did it. He pulled his shirt up. Then his pants. Then his boxers. He was left in his green briefs. His dick was hard. It pressed against the fabric.
"Look at you," the Maker said. "So pretty."
The guy smiled. His body hot and involuntarily moving. He leaned back on the table. He spread his legs. The Maker put an apple in his mouth. He bit down. It was sour. Then sweet.
The Maker touched the guy’s dick. It was hot. "Open wide," the Maker said.
The guy opened his mouth. The Maker came. It shot out. White and hot. It hit the guy’s tongue. He swallowed it down. It tasted salty. It was gross. But he liked it.
"More," the guy whispered.
The Maker rubbed the apple in the cum. It made a mess. Green juice mixed with white cream. The guy took the apple back. He bit it again. He chewed the cum and the apple together. He moaned. It was so good.
"Good boy," the Maker said. "A new mannequin for me to rent out."
The guy nodded. He lay on the table, covered in juice and cum. He was happy and healthy.
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