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I like sharing stories, but in a joint like this, you have to be careful to whitewash everything so ancillary details are blurred. For example, this brief screed could take place--HYPOTHETICALLY!!!—in Sao Paulo or London or Juneau, but I can't give away any details.
So my company decided that we had to have a meeting of the (people who do the same job I do) department, but this had to take place in person, as opposed to letting us do the conference on vid cam from home. So, I had to drive from (city where I reside) three hours to a nice-enough hotel that the jizz-stains on the bedspread had at least been washed. With the pandemic—and my boring meeting—I figured the only spunk I’d be leaving on the bed cover would only be my own, just some hotel-logo hand lotion wiped off next to it. We should have done a webcam meeting. Instead, we're in a fun town, except all the fun is shut down because of the Corona virus, and I don't like more than a couple coworkers. I respect the hell out of their work, but they suck. This is why we work from home, ffs.
Seriously, the only positive thing about mandatory out of town company conferences like this are being able to explore (and run amok in) a different city without worrying about one of your friends seeing you getting freaky. Not that this is a big issue anyway—I don’t have a lot of friends, and I have gotten freaky with a very high percentage of them already, the fucking perverts.
A guy I used to work with—an IT genius named Mike—underwent the whole gender reassignment package. I’d heard he was doing it, because the announcement was made the day I was quitting to work for my current overlords. All I knew was he was henceforth to be called “Michelle.” Okay. I wished him good luck. I hadn’t really seen him very often at work, but I felt like I should say something.
A buddy of mine there said he wasn’t having the vaginoplasty. He would still have his cock, in other words, even though he otherwise would appear to be a woman. (Ideally. In some of the more “open-minded/broad-based clientele” bars my friends and I visit, I’ve seen some poor souls whose transitions just didn’t work out well.
Damn if we weren’t in that club one night, when this incredibly hot thirty-something year-old came over to me and hugged me. “It’s me. Michelle…Mike?” I think my jaw hit the floor. Michelle was absolutely beautiful, and not over the top dressed. Classy. Beautiful and classy. I got a little too shitfaced to drive home, but Michelle offered to let me stay at her place, a sweet little loft not too far away. Michelle became the first transgender girl I ever had sex with. I don’t remember too much, but I guess I wasn’t too hammered to get it up. (Michelle was also transgirl #2, 3, 5, and 11 (6 to 10 was a Filipina nurse who lived in my apartment building for six months finishing nursing school; Alecia. I don’t think I’ve ever dated a cis-girl as beautiful as Alecia.
Our last “Virtual Meeting” was about a year ago. I dressed business casual from the chest up, and naked casual from the waist down. They see my face, earnestly listening to some manager prattle on about something while I'm shifting in my office chair, trying to get a metal butt-plug up my ass. When I finally succeed, it's such an awesome sensation, that my face probably looks to the others as if I'm enjoying the presentation. Yay, me!
The next corporate "genius" comes on screen and starts his spiel. I move around, feeling the cold metal butt-plug move around inside me deliciously, growing warm with my "volcanic ass heat," I think it's called.
I turn to look like I'm taking notes, but I'm lubing up the next sized-up butt-plug. Holy fuck, the first one felt incredible coming out, and I knew the delicious pain of the second going in would be even more divine. I'd let the medium stay in there. Ye gods, if I’d gotten the large one in, I’d have passed out on camera.
Plus (ugh) the next guy was the money guy. Since I already was fucking myself In the ass, sorta, I would have to do something else for the financial report. I opened my urethral sound case. A lot of people into sounding will tell you to get proper urethral sounds made from surgical-grade steel. This is definitely wise advice. However, other people involved in sounding will take that same, high-quality steel, and they’ll make it with little balls built in every inch or so, and make it taper from “Hey, this is nothing!” to “SWEET JESUS, OW! OH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM!” in the same instrument. A friend told me about ones that send electrical zaps down the probe. I think I’d probably have a heart-attack.
Anyway, I was semi-hard, with the sound lubed with the special antibiotic lube, and I eased it into my pee-hole. I’d been doing urethra play and sounding long enough that I was a little stretched, so the first inch wasn’t bad, then the first little ball hit. As the wand got thicker and each ball got bigger, I wondered ’t whether I could torment myself so gloriously the whole time while finance guy droned on, but he’d probably still be gabbing when my urethra and ass had been sufficiently stretched. Like, I’d have ending up having to pierce my nipples with a paperclip or something. (As if I had any)
It didn’t matter. But oh, my cock felt unnaturally tingly. He kept talking about numbers I should probably care about but didn’t. All I knew was that I felt stretched, wonderfully so. It had taken a while, but while he kept talking, I managed to stretch my genitals in ways I never thought I could have during a webcam meeting…
…which is kind of ironic or coincidental—maybe both—because nerdy finance guy’s wife was feeling the same thing I was. Only she wasn’t using anything made of polished steel, but the pleasure instrument known as “a ginormous black cock.” She’d hit her knees, and was immediately gagging on it. Seriously. She was so nerdy-cute and tiny that she might have started gagging before the guy even walked into the room.
The blowjob wasn’t going to last long, First off, logistically, it was like trying to put one of those 1980’s 5” floppy disks into a micro-USB slot. Then there’s the fact that she’s been waiting so long for this, and as her thick spit lubed up the cock in her tiny hand, she found it was getting very hard very fast. She suck-gagged a few more times, then had him lie down on his back. The cock was like an ebony baby’s arm holding a plum. Her pussy like the quarter slot on an old pinball machine. But the baby’s arm was drenched in her thick slobber and precum, and her twatnectar was dripping out of her like a puncture wound, so they're both slick as eels, and she sloooooowly eases down onto the godlike ebony cock.
Not shockingly, Mr. Finance has a tiny cock, nothing like what she’s easing onto slowly, gradually, trying to get it seated right so she could go further. She knew she’d get to that point, but it would take a few more minutes before total lift-off.
Her once prim and tidy little ladyflower was taking on a guy she hardly knows (call him “Black Man #1” to maintain anonymity), and she’s slowly sliding onto the--Oh, GOD, it hurt as she stretched.
But that’s when Valerie awoke from a long hibernation, grinned lasciviously, and took over. Valerie was Mrs Finance’s vagina—she and some drunk girlfriends named their vaginas one night—and Valerie started takin' care of bidness. Valerie released the “Mr Finance” pressure vaginal tightness setting, and started shaking the sacred pink walls to let in more of that rigid black cock inside. Valerie went on to pour so much lust liquid down the pipe that Mrs. Finance’s usually prim and tidy “flower” was as sopping wet as a German Goo Girls model at the end of a piss and bukakke gang-bang. Mrs Finance had felt something like a small nuclear explosion when Valerie awoke. She didn’t know quite what was going to happen, but she gingerly eased up off the cock a little—letting her copious juices coat Black Man #1’s cock. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, but he was perfectly comfortable. She slid slowly down a little bit further. Valerie kicked over another barrel of juice just as Mrs. Finance started to slip down another inch. Valerie’s extra lube wrecked that plan, and the nerdy-cute pixie was balls deep on a stallion cock.
“Oh holy fucking Christ,” she said, and with Valerie’s help, she’s riding that huge black cock like a motocross rider, straight down to the balls, up almost to the tip, then bam. Valerie’s having a ball operating the vagina with somebody other than three-minute Mr. Finance. She’s rattling the walls, firing jolts of delicious pleasurepain all over the place, enjoying herself as much as Mrs Finance.
Valerie was back, and she loved the feeling of every vein, every cell, every hard curve of that cock.
Just then, Black Man #2 walks into the back room of (really upscale men’s clothing store he and Black Man #1 own (along with a token gay white guy with impeccable taste own). He smiles and starts to remove his $1000 suit, while Mrs Finance unbuttons her blouse and throws it across the room, letting her tits breathe and bounce and have their nipples pinched when #2 and his already semi-erect monster cock moved into position for her to suck him off. This was a little weird, because #1 and Mrs F were in the “Cowgirl” position, so she’s gagging on #2’s cock, and what she doesn’t drip down her chin or stay on his dick drips on to his face. The sight of that nerdy-cute white girl shrieking when her pink rosebud nipples were pinched, and seeing her gamely struggle to suck off #2 got him waaaay to close to the edge. Like that part where you can’t stop, even if you suddenly think “SHIT! CONDOM!” He was bound by nature to reach behind her back, and impale her as deeply as possible (which was impressively deep).
Valerie is banging the vaginal walls with a jackhammer, knocking away the cobwebs, and she’s just opened spigots of Mrs Finance’s cum reserve tanks. Then Valerie got a taste off Black Man #1’s cum, as the last of it flowed from the tip of his cock.
Mrs Finance gently climbed off of Black Man #1, still quivering a bit from her poly-orgasmic ride on #1. During this rather awkward, syrupy maneuver, Valerie made a decision: she would never again be spared a drop of cum. Mrs. Finance was never especially outgoing sexually, nor did she ever get fucked by any especially extraordinary cocks, but their watery contributions usually went into a condom. After her first taste of #1’s cock, Valerie felt incredible new power. “Once that cock gets to my dewy curtains, it is mine, as is all the cum I can squeeze out of it, and woe betide any penis-bearer who thinks himself immune to my powers.” (Valerie was quite an eloquent vagina, especially when feeling newly empowered)
Break over. #2 was not about to be outdone. He got on his knees behind Mrs Finance, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her up till she was on her hands and knees. Black man #2 was going to pound her from behind so hard, she would walk funny for a week. He shook his dick to make sure it was at optimal hardness, put the head against the soft, creamy folds, and slid deeply into Mrs Finance’s slick cunt. #2 heard her moan with pleasure, and he knew he had her. He pulled all the way out, then pounded his cock back into her as deeply as he could. He grinned, then did it again. All the way out, the slam it home. Then he—
Couldn’t move. Valerie had clamped down so hard on #2’s cock that he couldn’t move it. Mrs Finance’s eyes rolled back in her head as an ungodly moan escaped her lips. #2 was still trying to dislodge himself, but Valerie had every muscle locked firm, especially the exit door. Then Mrs Finance began to make an even weirder sound, sort of filled with delicious terror and excitement, like when you get to the top of a seriously bad ass rollercoaster. Valerie used Mrs F’s vaginal muscles like a piano playing Rachmaninov. She was screaming in ecstasy, he was moaning as he was being milked dry till his balls were tiny and dry as sesame seeds, and the most incredible feeling he’d ever had was squeezing up and down his cock—which he still couldn’t pull out, though he’d quit trying at this point. Then there was a shift in the room’s energy. Mrs F made a little-girl squeak and #2 was scared of something he didn’t understand. After about thirty seconds, Mrs Finance’s pussy blasted out a tsunamic female ejaculation. #2 not only had his cock back, but Mrs Finance’s explosive orgasm knocked him flat on his ass about three feet away. Mrs Finance clamped her thighs together, and made an odd keening sound. She rolled gently back and forth, while Valerie splashed and drank and rubbed herself with all the glorious jism inside her.
HER jism. She’d earned it, and she couldn’t get enough. She loved the giant cocks—their stiff veiny shafts (and she treasured taste of precum—salty-sweet like kettle corn). And she was absolutely enamored with the raw a****l power Mrs. Finance’s sex now drew, especially finding it cute that the various pork-swordsmen thought that they were somehow “in control.” Oh, the power and the glory and all those creamy fireworks. Valerie was most definitely hooked, and she would never be denied again.
Mrs Finance could do nothing more than lie on the floor and mew like an innocent kitten, unaware of what her future held. Her pretty underwear would be replaced with the very sexy NO underwear. Valerie demanded the missile silo doors be available at any time.
In the meantime, #1 handed #2 a bottle of water. “Well THAT’s never happened before.”
***
After that afternoon, Mrs. Finance couldn't remember why she went into (Upscale Men's Clothing Store) in the first place, but she went back at least once a week, sometimes as many as three. She didn't always get the "meat lover's special," but #1 or #2 on his own was great.
Either way, she had visited the store enough that Valerie the Vagina was as stretched and comfortable as a favorite sweatshirt, and poor Bob (whose penis wasn't worth naming) now rattled around inside like the clanger in a bell, before dribbling a thimble or two into her. Sex was rare between them, and Bob was surprised to find that he had impregnated Louise--
God damn it. I broke anonymity. Anyway, Bob was thrilled! Louise—not to mention #1, and #2—were filled with dread. What would Bob do when he was in the delivery room, and a half-black newborn came out of Louise's well-worn, increasingly legendary tunnel? Especially when the obviously half-black baby already had a cock bigger than Bob's?
As it happened, Louise gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The baby was a little darker than pasty-white Bob, but so is milk. It was clear to Louise that a miracle had occurred. Her new baby boy was obviously no way related to either #1 or #2, but to Rico the air-conditioner repairman. When #2 had cleaned up and gone out to the busy showroom, Rico came through the back door with his tools. Rico’s an old-school nice guy, so when he saw the whimpering and still-ecstatic quivering Louise on the floor he was worried and went to check on her.
Valerie struck like a cobra, and their coupling was over in three minutes, probably because Rico was terrified, and Valerie was now in control, and she wanted MORE!
Anyway, Rico’s tadpole had won the race, and though Rico was half-Latino, the baby looked a little like Bob's Uncle Manfred, so nobody suspected anything untoward. Especially Bob, who was filled with love in his heart for Louise, knowing that he alone possessed the most wonderful, faithful woman in the entire world.
And Louise had a secret: Valerie, Louise’s cunt-demon who had apparently been awakened something fierce that one planting day at the men’s store. As Bob happily read through his report during the on-site meeting today, he had no way of knowing that Louise was on her hands and knees, being spit-roasted by #’s 4 & 7, while #3 lay beneath her, peacefully sucking breast milk, getting himself well-nourished for the challenge that faced him. He enjoyed the show, and got hard as fuck as #7 was about to blow his wad. He was well fed and ready to get in the game, but still, he felt this presence, a voracious and irresistible entity, who would not be happy until his balls were dried and empty as sesame seeds.
Or so everybody said.
#7 finally shot what he had into Valerie, then pulled-out. #3 was ready, confident, his game face on.
“She wants a good fucking?” he thought. “I got just when she needs, even if these pussies can’t last more than a minute.”
It’s like Valerie heard him somehow, saying he’d show her how a cock controls a pussy. She snorted derisively. He moved into position, and slid his cock gently up to Valerie’s entrance curtains. As he got ready to gently ease his dripping cock inside. Because that’s how it worked. The man with the cock was in charge…
…and that’s when his cock was sucked inside balls deep. He was sucked in and spat out, the sucked back in again. As it felt like Valerie was squeezing his dick into spaghetti, he was scared as shit, and knew that and had absolutely no control over anything. Valerie was doing it all. Oh, God, he was scared, but it was arousing as shit, and he knew regular sex would never satisfy him again. Not his girlfriend now, or future girlfriends. He would only be happy fucking Louise.
“Yeah. Fucking Louise,” a voice chuckled. The only place his cock would ever be happy had a little to do with Louise, but mainly, the magick resided in a dark slick tunnel, with something otherworldly deep inside. Something insatiable for cock. Something always craving more cum. The ultimate power that treated cocks like cheap toys, then threw them a way, a cum-starved and slippery demon-goddess called Valerie.
So my company decided that we had to have a meeting of the (people who do the same job I do) department, but this had to take place in person, as opposed to letting us do the conference on vid cam from home. So, I had to drive from (city where I reside) three hours to a nice-enough hotel that the jizz-stains on the bedspread had at least been washed. With the pandemic—and my boring meeting—I figured the only spunk I’d be leaving on the bed cover would only be my own, just some hotel-logo hand lotion wiped off next to it. We should have done a webcam meeting. Instead, we're in a fun town, except all the fun is shut down because of the Corona virus, and I don't like more than a couple coworkers. I respect the hell out of their work, but they suck. This is why we work from home, ffs.
Seriously, the only positive thing about mandatory out of town company conferences like this are being able to explore (and run amok in) a different city without worrying about one of your friends seeing you getting freaky. Not that this is a big issue anyway—I don’t have a lot of friends, and I have gotten freaky with a very high percentage of them already, the fucking perverts.
A guy I used to work with—an IT genius named Mike—underwent the whole gender reassignment package. I’d heard he was doing it, because the announcement was made the day I was quitting to work for my current overlords. All I knew was he was henceforth to be called “Michelle.” Okay. I wished him good luck. I hadn’t really seen him very often at work, but I felt like I should say something.
A buddy of mine there said he wasn’t having the vaginoplasty. He would still have his cock, in other words, even though he otherwise would appear to be a woman. (Ideally. In some of the more “open-minded/broad-based clientele” bars my friends and I visit, I’ve seen some poor souls whose transitions just didn’t work out well.
Damn if we weren’t in that club one night, when this incredibly hot thirty-something year-old came over to me and hugged me. “It’s me. Michelle…Mike?” I think my jaw hit the floor. Michelle was absolutely beautiful, and not over the top dressed. Classy. Beautiful and classy. I got a little too shitfaced to drive home, but Michelle offered to let me stay at her place, a sweet little loft not too far away. Michelle became the first transgender girl I ever had sex with. I don’t remember too much, but I guess I wasn’t too hammered to get it up. (Michelle was also transgirl #2, 3, 5, and 11 (6 to 10 was a Filipina nurse who lived in my apartment building for six months finishing nursing school; Alecia. I don’t think I’ve ever dated a cis-girl as beautiful as Alecia.
Our last “Virtual Meeting” was about a year ago. I dressed business casual from the chest up, and naked casual from the waist down. They see my face, earnestly listening to some manager prattle on about something while I'm shifting in my office chair, trying to get a metal butt-plug up my ass. When I finally succeed, it's such an awesome sensation, that my face probably looks to the others as if I'm enjoying the presentation. Yay, me!
The next corporate "genius" comes on screen and starts his spiel. I move around, feeling the cold metal butt-plug move around inside me deliciously, growing warm with my "volcanic ass heat," I think it's called.
I turn to look like I'm taking notes, but I'm lubing up the next sized-up butt-plug. Holy fuck, the first one felt incredible coming out, and I knew the delicious pain of the second going in would be even more divine. I'd let the medium stay in there. Ye gods, if I’d gotten the large one in, I’d have passed out on camera.
Plus (ugh) the next guy was the money guy. Since I already was fucking myself In the ass, sorta, I would have to do something else for the financial report. I opened my urethral sound case. A lot of people into sounding will tell you to get proper urethral sounds made from surgical-grade steel. This is definitely wise advice. However, other people involved in sounding will take that same, high-quality steel, and they’ll make it with little balls built in every inch or so, and make it taper from “Hey, this is nothing!” to “SWEET JESUS, OW! OH GOD I’M GOING TO CUM!” in the same instrument. A friend told me about ones that send electrical zaps down the probe. I think I’d probably have a heart-attack.
Anyway, I was semi-hard, with the sound lubed with the special antibiotic lube, and I eased it into my pee-hole. I’d been doing urethra play and sounding long enough that I was a little stretched, so the first inch wasn’t bad, then the first little ball hit. As the wand got thicker and each ball got bigger, I wondered ’t whether I could torment myself so gloriously the whole time while finance guy droned on, but he’d probably still be gabbing when my urethra and ass had been sufficiently stretched. Like, I’d have ending up having to pierce my nipples with a paperclip or something. (As if I had any)
It didn’t matter. But oh, my cock felt unnaturally tingly. He kept talking about numbers I should probably care about but didn’t. All I knew was that I felt stretched, wonderfully so. It had taken a while, but while he kept talking, I managed to stretch my genitals in ways I never thought I could have during a webcam meeting…
…which is kind of ironic or coincidental—maybe both—because nerdy finance guy’s wife was feeling the same thing I was. Only she wasn’t using anything made of polished steel, but the pleasure instrument known as “a ginormous black cock.” She’d hit her knees, and was immediately gagging on it. Seriously. She was so nerdy-cute and tiny that she might have started gagging before the guy even walked into the room.
The blowjob wasn’t going to last long, First off, logistically, it was like trying to put one of those 1980’s 5” floppy disks into a micro-USB slot. Then there’s the fact that she’s been waiting so long for this, and as her thick spit lubed up the cock in her tiny hand, she found it was getting very hard very fast. She suck-gagged a few more times, then had him lie down on his back. The cock was like an ebony baby’s arm holding a plum. Her pussy like the quarter slot on an old pinball machine. But the baby’s arm was drenched in her thick slobber and precum, and her twatnectar was dripping out of her like a puncture wound, so they're both slick as eels, and she sloooooowly eases down onto the godlike ebony cock.
Not shockingly, Mr. Finance has a tiny cock, nothing like what she’s easing onto slowly, gradually, trying to get it seated right so she could go further. She knew she’d get to that point, but it would take a few more minutes before total lift-off.
Her once prim and tidy little ladyflower was taking on a guy she hardly knows (call him “Black Man #1” to maintain anonymity), and she’s slowly sliding onto the--Oh, GOD, it hurt as she stretched.
But that’s when Valerie awoke from a long hibernation, grinned lasciviously, and took over. Valerie was Mrs Finance’s vagina—she and some drunk girlfriends named their vaginas one night—and Valerie started takin' care of bidness. Valerie released the “Mr Finance” pressure vaginal tightness setting, and started shaking the sacred pink walls to let in more of that rigid black cock inside. Valerie went on to pour so much lust liquid down the pipe that Mrs. Finance’s usually prim and tidy “flower” was as sopping wet as a German Goo Girls model at the end of a piss and bukakke gang-bang. Mrs Finance had felt something like a small nuclear explosion when Valerie awoke. She didn’t know quite what was going to happen, but she gingerly eased up off the cock a little—letting her copious juices coat Black Man #1’s cock. He couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, but he was perfectly comfortable. She slid slowly down a little bit further. Valerie kicked over another barrel of juice just as Mrs. Finance started to slip down another inch. Valerie’s extra lube wrecked that plan, and the nerdy-cute pixie was balls deep on a stallion cock.
“Oh holy fucking Christ,” she said, and with Valerie’s help, she’s riding that huge black cock like a motocross rider, straight down to the balls, up almost to the tip, then bam. Valerie’s having a ball operating the vagina with somebody other than three-minute Mr. Finance. She’s rattling the walls, firing jolts of delicious pleasurepain all over the place, enjoying herself as much as Mrs Finance.
Valerie was back, and she loved the feeling of every vein, every cell, every hard curve of that cock.
Just then, Black Man #2 walks into the back room of (really upscale men’s clothing store he and Black Man #1 own (along with a token gay white guy with impeccable taste own). He smiles and starts to remove his $1000 suit, while Mrs Finance unbuttons her blouse and throws it across the room, letting her tits breathe and bounce and have their nipples pinched when #2 and his already semi-erect monster cock moved into position for her to suck him off. This was a little weird, because #1 and Mrs F were in the “Cowgirl” position, so she’s gagging on #2’s cock, and what she doesn’t drip down her chin or stay on his dick drips on to his face. The sight of that nerdy-cute white girl shrieking when her pink rosebud nipples were pinched, and seeing her gamely struggle to suck off #2 got him waaaay to close to the edge. Like that part where you can’t stop, even if you suddenly think “SHIT! CONDOM!” He was bound by nature to reach behind her back, and impale her as deeply as possible (which was impressively deep).
Valerie is banging the vaginal walls with a jackhammer, knocking away the cobwebs, and she’s just opened spigots of Mrs Finance’s cum reserve tanks. Then Valerie got a taste off Black Man #1’s cum, as the last of it flowed from the tip of his cock.
Mrs Finance gently climbed off of Black Man #1, still quivering a bit from her poly-orgasmic ride on #1. During this rather awkward, syrupy maneuver, Valerie made a decision: she would never again be spared a drop of cum. Mrs. Finance was never especially outgoing sexually, nor did she ever get fucked by any especially extraordinary cocks, but their watery contributions usually went into a condom. After her first taste of #1’s cock, Valerie felt incredible new power. “Once that cock gets to my dewy curtains, it is mine, as is all the cum I can squeeze out of it, and woe betide any penis-bearer who thinks himself immune to my powers.” (Valerie was quite an eloquent vagina, especially when feeling newly empowered)
Break over. #2 was not about to be outdone. He got on his knees behind Mrs Finance, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her up till she was on her hands and knees. Black man #2 was going to pound her from behind so hard, she would walk funny for a week. He shook his dick to make sure it was at optimal hardness, put the head against the soft, creamy folds, and slid deeply into Mrs Finance’s slick cunt. #2 heard her moan with pleasure, and he knew he had her. He pulled all the way out, then pounded his cock back into her as deeply as he could. He grinned, then did it again. All the way out, the slam it home. Then he—
Couldn’t move. Valerie had clamped down so hard on #2’s cock that he couldn’t move it. Mrs Finance’s eyes rolled back in her head as an ungodly moan escaped her lips. #2 was still trying to dislodge himself, but Valerie had every muscle locked firm, especially the exit door. Then Mrs Finance began to make an even weirder sound, sort of filled with delicious terror and excitement, like when you get to the top of a seriously bad ass rollercoaster. Valerie used Mrs F’s vaginal muscles like a piano playing Rachmaninov. She was screaming in ecstasy, he was moaning as he was being milked dry till his balls were tiny and dry as sesame seeds, and the most incredible feeling he’d ever had was squeezing up and down his cock—which he still couldn’t pull out, though he’d quit trying at this point. Then there was a shift in the room’s energy. Mrs F made a little-girl squeak and #2 was scared of something he didn’t understand. After about thirty seconds, Mrs Finance’s pussy blasted out a tsunamic female ejaculation. #2 not only had his cock back, but Mrs Finance’s explosive orgasm knocked him flat on his ass about three feet away. Mrs Finance clamped her thighs together, and made an odd keening sound. She rolled gently back and forth, while Valerie splashed and drank and rubbed herself with all the glorious jism inside her.
HER jism. She’d earned it, and she couldn’t get enough. She loved the giant cocks—their stiff veiny shafts (and she treasured taste of precum—salty-sweet like kettle corn). And she was absolutely enamored with the raw a****l power Mrs. Finance’s sex now drew, especially finding it cute that the various pork-swordsmen thought that they were somehow “in control.” Oh, the power and the glory and all those creamy fireworks. Valerie was most definitely hooked, and she would never be denied again.
Mrs Finance could do nothing more than lie on the floor and mew like an innocent kitten, unaware of what her future held. Her pretty underwear would be replaced with the very sexy NO underwear. Valerie demanded the missile silo doors be available at any time.
In the meantime, #1 handed #2 a bottle of water. “Well THAT’s never happened before.”
***
After that afternoon, Mrs. Finance couldn't remember why she went into (Upscale Men's Clothing Store) in the first place, but she went back at least once a week, sometimes as many as three. She didn't always get the "meat lover's special," but #1 or #2 on his own was great.
Either way, she had visited the store enough that Valerie the Vagina was as stretched and comfortable as a favorite sweatshirt, and poor Bob (whose penis wasn't worth naming) now rattled around inside like the clanger in a bell, before dribbling a thimble or two into her. Sex was rare between them, and Bob was surprised to find that he had impregnated Louise--
God damn it. I broke anonymity. Anyway, Bob was thrilled! Louise—not to mention #1, and #2—were filled with dread. What would Bob do when he was in the delivery room, and a half-black newborn came out of Louise's well-worn, increasingly legendary tunnel? Especially when the obviously half-black baby already had a cock bigger than Bob's?
As it happened, Louise gave birth to a healthy baby boy. The baby was a little darker than pasty-white Bob, but so is milk. It was clear to Louise that a miracle had occurred. Her new baby boy was obviously no way related to either #1 or #2, but to Rico the air-conditioner repairman. When #2 had cleaned up and gone out to the busy showroom, Rico came through the back door with his tools. Rico’s an old-school nice guy, so when he saw the whimpering and still-ecstatic quivering Louise on the floor he was worried and went to check on her.
Valerie struck like a cobra, and their coupling was over in three minutes, probably because Rico was terrified, and Valerie was now in control, and she wanted MORE!
Anyway, Rico’s tadpole had won the race, and though Rico was half-Latino, the baby looked a little like Bob's Uncle Manfred, so nobody suspected anything untoward. Especially Bob, who was filled with love in his heart for Louise, knowing that he alone possessed the most wonderful, faithful woman in the entire world.
And Louise had a secret: Valerie, Louise’s cunt-demon who had apparently been awakened something fierce that one planting day at the men’s store. As Bob happily read through his report during the on-site meeting today, he had no way of knowing that Louise was on her hands and knees, being spit-roasted by #’s 4 & 7, while #3 lay beneath her, peacefully sucking breast milk, getting himself well-nourished for the challenge that faced him. He enjoyed the show, and got hard as fuck as #7 was about to blow his wad. He was well fed and ready to get in the game, but still, he felt this presence, a voracious and irresistible entity, who would not be happy until his balls were dried and empty as sesame seeds.
Or so everybody said.
#7 finally shot what he had into Valerie, then pulled-out. #3 was ready, confident, his game face on.
“She wants a good fucking?” he thought. “I got just when she needs, even if these pussies can’t last more than a minute.”
It’s like Valerie heard him somehow, saying he’d show her how a cock controls a pussy. She snorted derisively. He moved into position, and slid his cock gently up to Valerie’s entrance curtains. As he got ready to gently ease his dripping cock inside. Because that’s how it worked. The man with the cock was in charge…
…and that’s when his cock was sucked inside balls deep. He was sucked in and spat out, the sucked back in again. As it felt like Valerie was squeezing his dick into spaghetti, he was scared as shit, and knew that and had absolutely no control over anything. Valerie was doing it all. Oh, God, he was scared, but it was arousing as shit, and he knew regular sex would never satisfy him again. Not his girlfriend now, or future girlfriends. He would only be happy fucking Louise.
“Yeah. Fucking Louise,” a voice chuckled. The only place his cock would ever be happy had a little to do with Louise, but mainly, the magick resided in a dark slick tunnel, with something otherworldly deep inside. Something insatiable for cock. Something always craving more cum. The ultimate power that treated cocks like cheap toys, then threw them a way, a cum-starved and slippery demon-goddess called Valerie.
Rowan
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