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Chapter 25: Galene @ 1.2x nhs

Chapter 25: Galene @ 1.2x nhs

Gal asked herself, What Would Natalie Do? She’d suck his d**k, that’s what she’d do. Obviously.

She was off the clock and had gone up to Greg’s penthouse once more. At first, she considered just barging in, but she knew he was prioritising his time constantly and she didn’t really want to mess up his schedule. Divas did that, temperamental crazy girlfriends did that. Galene respected his work, she couldn’t do that to him. So she sent him a passive-aggressive text that she was coming over after work and left it at that. He could draw his own conclusions.

He had invited her in, totally walking on eggshells. She let him boil in his own skin for a bit and then brought up the topic once more.

He had denied her request for tutoring.

Again.

“Take off your pants,” she said.

“Do what now?” He was surprised.

“Take ‘em off!” She kept pulling his pants down and he unbuckled his belt. They slid off to his calves, and she touched his d**k. It was in a good semi-erection, that became a full one as soon as she stroked it a couple of times. Good. She had a nagging fear that his equipment would need help getting up, but the response time was that of a teenager.

“Oh…” he moaned and relaxed back on the couch.

Galene loaded the app in her veil. It was her secret weapon, the last resort if he refused to teach her again. The app showed instructions in her field of view as Augmented Reality, with graphics of hand gestures telling you to speed up or slow down or switch strokes. Mode options were: Sloppy and Messy, Morning Wood, Lick and Tease, Prostate Massage and Deep Throat.

The first one sounded like too much work, the last two - well, she didn’t even wanna go there. So she chose Lick and Tease, with the suboption of All Hands on Deck.

She cupped his balls and licked the tip of his c**k, as the guide instructed. She felt him shivering to her touch and she loved it. She placed her lips on it and sucked softly.

Giving oral was a really sore point for Galene. She knew she wasn’t very good at it, and guys all seemed to enjoy it and then always told you were doing it great. But her ex, Babis, after she found out he was cheating on her with one of his slutty actresses, told her she was terrible at blow jobs and that that was the reason why he preferred to be with the other girl.

It was meant as an insult, but he had proven that he didn’t know Galene well despite their three years of being a couple. After the initial burst of anger, she calmly assessed it for the feedback it was. Simple facts, data. Men like blow jobs. Give good head, your partner is pleased. Disappoint in that matter, and a blonde s**t with breast and lip implants will happily do the job for you.

Facts. So, class, how can we prevent this?

She licked across the length of his d**k, as the app instructed.

Telling someone upon breaking up that she had a horrible technique, was unlike telling her that she was ugly, or short, or flat-chested. Even though those were things that other people happily fixed or at least attempted to fix with plastic surgery, Gal always considered them narcissistic and vain. No, giving bad head was something she could fix. Simple as that.

She went down to the balls, trimmed and manly. She kissed them softly for a while as Greg melted in her hands.

Not that it was her fault that her ex was shallow, but Gal believed that if you could improve on something, you should do so. It wasn’t like she didn’t enjoy giving blow jobs to her boyfriend, it did get her wet and ready for more action. But she sucked. At sucking.

Thankfully, there’s an app for that.

She followed the instructions and placed her tongue on the frenulum, the base of the hooded pink thingie. The app told her to lick there for maximum pleasure. On cue, Greg breathed hard and held her head, pushing it close to him.

Good app! Gal made a mental note to review it with five stars afterwards. “Do you like this?” she whispered. She kissed the same spot noisily and Greg moaned in acknowledgement.

Other women, or men of course, would be insulted after getting feedback like that. Gal was not. Oh, sure, she was angry at the malaka she used to date, but not for that. If someone tasted your cooking and as an insult told you that it was horrible, you should take it as the honest feedback it was and try to improve your cooking skill.

The app instructed her to suck it. So she did. Greg’s d**k pulsed in her mouth and she loved it. She sucked it harder now and he held her head tight and pushed her towards him in a steady rhythm.

See? It wasn’t so hard.

The app scolded her cause she had forgotten the balls. Alright, jeez! It wasn’t easy paying attention to everything, you know. Breathing, rhythm, touching, saliva, teeth, it was all a bit much to process. She fondled his balls again and kept on sucking as deep as she could handle.

Then it told her to switch techniques. She grabbed the base of his d**k and jerked him off while sucking the tip shallow. It took her a while to manage it but she found the rhythm it needed, sucking and stroking in unison.

Greg was at her mercy now, breathing hard and moaning. He touched her neck and her cheeks.

‘Look him in the eyes,’ the app wrote in front of her. What? Another thing to do? She did so, and they locked eyes. She sucked him hard for a while and she had his full attention.

She kept on jerking him off and simply touched her lips on his tip. “If you teach me how to overclock, we can do this every day,” she said softly, with a touch of innocence.

Greg moaned.

She sucked his c**k for a second, then stopped. “Well?”

“Okay, alright!” he said, exasperated.

She sucked it again, then stopped with a loud mouth sound. “Promise?” she said with her naughtiest voice.

“Yes, promise! f**k!”

“Excellent,” she said and switched to Deep Throat mode. She admitted to herself that she had been curious since last night on whether or not she could handle it, and she already had a perfectly good c**k in her mouth after all.

She didn’t think Greg would mind if she tried it out.