James had planned this for months. Anna wasn’t frigid or anything, they’d have sex every so often. Not nearly as often as James wanted, but he’d learned that complaining about it didn’t exactly speed things up. Blowjobs, though - since getting married, those seemed to be a thing of the past.
He’d brought it up a few times, and she relented a little. Special occasions, she said. His birthday seemed to be a time she was willing to do it. He got a big promotion at work, and she added a bit of fellatio to that night’s celebration. He had to admit they were especially enjoyable given that they happened maybe twice a year, but it wasn’t enough.
One night he was sitting in the office downstairs, quietly jerking off in front of the computer while Anna was in bed. The usual sidebar ads flashed at him, and he was ignoring them as usual. One caught his eye, though. Not as glaring and garish as most of them. “Click here,” it said, “for more blowjobs.” The text framed a small picture of a little brown pill. That was it. Fuck it, I paid for the damn anti-virus software, James thought, let’s take a risk.
The site was much like the ad - understated and simple. $299.99 for three pills. Take them with food, one a day over the course of three days. On the third day, get her to go down on you. Cum in her mouth. She’ll be asking for more before you know it.
James knew that he was making a bad decision. But like many men, when faced with a choice while not having gotten off recently, logic wasn’t the final vote. He filled out his credit card info, clicked, and went back to his videos.
A week later the pills showed up. He held the bottle, thinking. Taking them now would be no good. No way he could feel confident that he’d be able to talk Anna into a blowjob this week. Too risky. He’d have to set them aside for a more sure time. His birthday was in four months. He hoped that they didn’t go bad or anything. He tucked the little bottle into the back of his sock drawer.
He did his best to go about life as usual then. Sometimes he thought about what the ad promised - “she’ll be asking for more”. That thought alone was enough to get him hard. Anna coming to him, not just taking him into her mouth out of a sense of obligation. Not just putting up with it. Coming to him because she wanted it. He thought about that once while they were fucking. Anna said later that he hadn’t fucked her like that in years.
Other times he worried. Was this safe? Who knew what was even in these pills? The most likely scenario was that they were sugar pills or something, and he’d dropped three hundred bucks on a scam. But jesus, what if they were rat poison or something? Some sick bastard setting up a website to kill guys with excessive sexual urges, or whatever. The internet was a scary place! Could be possible.
Sometimes he worried what would happen if they actually worked. Did he really want to change his wife? Despite her reluctance here, James really did love Anna. He didn’t want to change her, really. He just wanted to… well, to improve her. This one little area. That’s all.
Most of the time he just fantasized. Anna, on her knees, tonguing his balls. Gripping a fistful of her hair and pulling her down his cock. Pulling it out of her mouth, sliding it between her tits while she moaned and told him how much she loved sucking him.
Finally, after months that felt like decades, James’ birthday was around the corner. He took his first pill. It didn’t taste like anything, and he didn’t die afterwards. So far so good.
Pill two on the second day was much the same. Completely uneventful. Anna asked where James wanted to go for dinner. She made a reservation at that place that does all the fish.
Pill three went down the hatch before dinner on his birthday. Dinner was great, though James found himself too excited and nervous to really enjoy his food. They went back home afterwards, both just a little bit tipsy from the wine. Normally around this time James couldn’t keep his hands off of Anna. He’d be kissing her neck and pushing his hand up her shirt while she tried to unlock the door. This time, though, he was preoccupied. She didn’t seem to notice too much. Both of them knew what was coming next, after all. James’ birthday had become like clockwork: dinner, drinks, blowjob.
It was a good one, he had to admit. She knelt down in the kitchen and undid his pants, going slow and lovingly. He could tell that she didn’t enjoy it, but she did her best to not make that obvious. She took her time, and when James came in her mouth, he hoped that the pills were still effective even though she spit.
They went to bed shortly after. James didn’t sleep.
Nothing changed for a week. He watched Anna like a hawk for signs of a change in her behavior, but nothing. Every time they’d kiss, every casual touch, every passing glance he’d analyze for something new. Nothing. He was beginning to lose hope.
Then, ten days after his birthday, he came home late from work. It had been a long day, full of irritating clients and meetings with superiors who didn’t know what they were doing. Anna had been home for a while, and had made dinner already. She’d eaten without him, as his late nights like this one were not uncommon, and they never knew when he’d be home.
He sat at the table, eating his microwaved dinner, and vented to Anna a bit about work. How unappreciated he was, how he wasn’t paid enough, how stupid both the clients and bosses were. She rubbed his shoulder sympathetically. He skewered a piece of broccoli, frustrated, and then froze as she laid one hand high on his thigh.
He glanced over at her. She smiled, a little sparkle in her eye as she slid her hand up a little farther. “Do you think I could make you feel a little better?”
James didn’t quite drop his fork in surprise as she unbuttoned his pants, but it was a close call.
Anna slid to the floor as he pushed his chair back, away from the table, allowing her space between his legs. She pulled his fly open, sliding his pants down to mid-thigh. His cock felt like an iron rod. Anna just looked at it for a second. James had never seen that look on her face before. She leaned in, tongue flicking out to touch it right where it met his balls. He groaned, softly, and amazingly, she did too. Her tongue moved over his shaft slowly, her eyes closed, exploring.
Ten days ago she’d blown him for his birthday. It had been nice. It had been slow, tender. She’d caressed him with her mouth, doing something she wasn’t fond of as a way of showing him that she loved him.
This was different. She moved slowly at first, as though unsure. After a minute or two, though, she seemed more eager. She took him into her mouth, a hand down on the bottom of his shaft, stroking. Her head bobbed quickly, her hand moving faster and faster. James didn’t last long.
Later, as she cleaned herself off and James buttoned back up, she grinned at him from the sink. She poured herself a glass of water and said “I have to say, I’ve been thinking about that since your birthday.”
James did his best to keep a poker face. Her grinned widened, so he was pretty sure he didn’t do a very good job. “Really?” was all he managed.
“Yeah. It’s the strangest thing. I’ve never really liked it, but… I don’t know, I just wanted to do it again.” She sipped her water and smirked. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”
James smiled at her. “I can promise that I’ll never mind if you want to do that.”
She did want to do it. Twice more that month. James could barely contain how happy he was. For those first three blowjobs, he was as happy and sexually fulfilled as he could ever remember being.
Then, about four days after the third one, Anna started making motions towards doing it again. They were laying in bed, the TV on, both of them getting ready to drift off to sleep. She shifted over a bit, oh so casually allowing her hand to brush his thigh. She didn’t move it, letting it slowly creep over until she was resting in on his cock, which was semi-hard already from her approach.
A month ago James would have jumped for joy at this. He would have barely been able to contain himself. Now, though, he wanted to press his luck. Anna started stroking him a little bit, and he felt himself harden in her hand. Before he knew it, she was laying across the bed, knees bent and feet in the air, head in his lap, sucking away. He laid his hand on the back of her head, thoughtful.
Her technique had been improving, but the consistent rate at which they’d been arriving had allowed James to last a bit longer. When he finally did get close, he held Anna’s head a bit more firmly. She slowed a bit, noticing the change in pressure. “I’m going to cum,” he whispered, trying to keep his voice calm and not show how close to the edge he was. “I want you to swallow it.”
Anna immediately froze up. She started to pull away, but he held her in place. “No, listen,” he said calmly. “You didn’t want to do this before. You said you didn’t like it. Clearly, now you do. You don’t think you’re going to like swallowing,” he said, gently pressing on the back of her head, starting it bobbing up and down again, “but I think you will. You just need to try it. I want you to try it.”
By now, she was going consistently again. Whatever it was that was making her enjoy this was clearly overriding her reluctance. The rush of guiding her like that, controlling her - it was too much for James, and he came, hard, grunting loudly. Anna stayed wrapped around his cock, and he kept his hand on her head. She swallowed with a shiver.
After a moment, she pulled off of him. He looked down at her, a bit nervous. He hoped he hadn’t just ruined a good thing. She looked back, wiped her mouth with her thumb, and then grinned.
“Okay, okay,” she said. “You might be on to something.”
The next two days were feverish for James. He tried to plan ahead. Anna had changed, clearly. He’d suggested swallowing once, years ago. He’d never seen her go so icy. But now… he wasn’t sure what the specific nature of the change was. Did the pills make her want to please him more? Was his cum… addictive, or something, from the pills? Was it something about the blowjob itself that made her more open? He wanted to find out. He was going to experiment.
He waited until the next time she initiated things. He was washing dishes, and she came up behind him. One hand wrapped around to touch his chest, the other stroked through his jeans.
“Oh, I don’t know, baby,” James said as he scrubbed a plate. “I’m really kind of exhausted. Maybe not tonight.”
His body screamed in horror at the idea of turning down a blowjob, but he tried to stand his ground.
A month ago, Anna would have been filled with relief at the idea of not having to go down on him. Tonight, though, she kept her hand right where it was while she asked “Really? Are you sure?”
He fought to keep himself from getting too hard as her hand made little circles on the front of his jeans. “Yeah,” he said, “I’m just not really in the mood right now.”
She moved behind him a little, in a way that made him very aware of her body pressed against him. He steeled his resolve. “Can I get you in the mood, maybe?” she asked. James had never seen her like this. It was incredible. He turned, slowly, and she ran her hands across him as she did. He looked her in the eye.
“Say please.”
Her smile faltered, just a little bit. “What?”
“Ask me nicely. Say please.”
He watched as she squirmed a little bit. She was aroused, and she wanted to blow him. He wouldn’t let her. She was confused. Some part of her was probably angry. He was betting the arousal would win out.
“Please.” she whispered.
“Please what?”
“Please,” she said softly, “can I suck your cock?”
“Please who?” James said. He couldn’t help but grin.
“Please, James,” Anna said, stepping a bit closer, resting a hand on his chest. “Can I blow you?”
“No, not ‘James’. Please who?” he asked, smirking smugly now.
Anna flushed a little. Her hips were moving softly. “Please Sir, may I suck your dick?”
James felt like he was going to burst through his pants. “Kneel down.” he said. Anna sank to her knees. “Yes Sir…” she said, blushing, smiling.
He looked down at her. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to suck your cock, Sir. Please.” Anna was gazing up at him now, the need on her face open and obvious. James undid his belt as he said “Describe it. Tell me about what you want.”
Anna groaned lightly as he unzipped his fly, unbutton his pants. “I want to take your big, hard cock in my mouth, Sir.” He pulled them open. “I want to lick it, and suck it, and feel it thrusting in my mouth.” He tugged down his boxers, letting them and his pants settle down by his ankles. His cock, erect as it had ever been, thrust out inches from Anna’s forehead. She turned up to stare at it, lustful. “I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow it.”
James looked down at her. Holding out this long had been the most difficult thing he’d ever done. “Do it.” he said, voice cracking. Anna all but threw herself onto him, taking him as deep as she could.
The rest was a blur to James. He remembered cumming in her mouth, and he remembered her swallowing it without even having to be told. He collapsed to the floor, pulling her to him. Within moments he was hard again, and they were fucking like mad on the kitchen floor. He lost track of how long they were there.
Things escalated from there.
For a while, James liked giving Anna a schedule. “You’re going to blow me tomorrow at 7:30,” he’d say. She grin, maybe bite her lip, and say “Yes, Sir.” And then promptly at 7:30 she’d ask him permission to give him his scheduled blowjob.
The best part was watching her leading up to that point. Once they went out to dinner with friends, and he told her she was going to blow him as soon as they were in the car after the meal. Watching her as the other couple took their time deciding whether or not to get dessert was a treat all in itself.
Later, he added the idea of having standing appointments. Every Friday when he got home from work, she greeted him with a “thank god it’s the weekend” blowjob. Tuesday mornings she’d get up earlier and wake him up with one.
Eventually James added the idea of making her earn them. He’d decide on the spur of the moment he wanted Anna’s mouth. “Do you want to suck me off, baby?” he’d ask, and without fail Anna would say “Ohh, yes Sir!” She always wanted to blow him now. And she knew that whenever blowjobs were concerned, she was always to call him Sir.
But rather than let her off that easy, James would say “Then convince me.” And it was up to her to impress him enough that he wanted to let her. She’d gotten good at it. Sometimes it was just dirty talk - fifteen minutes of non-stop monologue about how much she loved worshipping his cock, how badly she needed his cum, how much she loved being his happy horny cocksucker.
Other times she’d model for him - lingerie, heels, kinky outfits she’d picked up just in case. Once she put on a porno for him and knelt between his legs while he watched. James was pretty sure she enjoyed coming up with new ways to earn it.
After a few months he introduced chores into the routine. If she wanted her standing appointments to stay, there were expectations on her. She’d do all the cooking and cleaning. She’d do all the laundry, all the domestic chores around the house. James was in charge in the relationship. Anna meekly agreed. At this point, she’d do anything to keep getting to suck him.
Once that was well ingrained, James decided to see how much he could adjust her personality. He had a kneeling, obedient cocksucking maid. Now he wanted more. He replaced her books with gossip and fashion magazines, forbid her to follow the news or current events. He told her to giggle more, to add ‘like’ and ‘totally’ and other valley girl speak into her daily vocabulary.
Anna obeyed happily. Obeying meant that James was happy, which meant she got to worship his cock. That was the most important thing in the world to her.
Finally, a year after the first set of pills, James came home after work on his birthday. Anna greeted him at the door, as she always did. “Welcome home, Master! Like, happy birthday!” She tottered over to him, tits hanging out of her maid’s uniform. “Dinner’s like, almost ready. Can I please blow you while it finishes? I promise it’ll be totally delicious!” she giggled, turning in place a bit as James looked her up and down.
“Absolutely.” he said, smiling, admiring his handiwork.
“Thank you Master!” she said, sinking to her knees.
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