Some blue chick dragged you off the street and into a 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. you 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 loll 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. Orange 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 the different flavors, though."

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 ha-

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 glazed 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, you bid her a polite goodbye, and resolve to check on her from time to time.