Been awhile since I posted here, thought I'd share a few stories I've picked up from other sites.


Surprise
A Short Story by jokermon

This is a work of erotic fantasy fiction, presented for the entertainment of adults only. The author does not endorse the behavior depicted herein. If reading this type of material is unlawful where you reside, don't read it. If you are not old enough to legally read this according to your local laws, don't read it. This story features explicit futanari (hermaphrodite) content, and if that's not your bag, don't read it. This story is copyright the author, © 2009.


Daisy Hennepin was having a marvellous day until the penis suddenly entered her in the department store changing room.

She had been trying on lingerie and admiring her reflection, imagining George’s stunned reaction. They had a date that night, and unbeknownst to George, Daisy had decided it was time to advance their relationship to the bedroom stage. She had been floating around on an excited cloud all day.

The fishnet body stocking, she had decided, struck just the right outrageous note. It revealed almost everything while providing the teasing illusion of concealment. She was naked underneath it; in a fit of excited daring, she had stripped bare to try it on.

Oh George, she had thought, you are in for such a surprise!

She remembered twisting to check out her ass in the mirror and rejoicing in the mind-blowing effect of the large diamond weave stretching over her generous behind. Having made up her mind to purchase it, she was bending over to collect her panties when the hands took hold of her waist, and the rounded nose of the most enormous penis she had ever felt in her life pressed upon her moist opening and penetrated her.

She hadn’t even heard the door opening.

An enormous length of hot, thick penis slipped into her roused, sex-ready body in a single, forceful thrust. She had been warm and tingly for hours in anticipation of her date with George, and so that huge penis slid home with no more than the briefest twinge of protest from Daisy’s slippery vagina. It passed through the wide mesh of the fishnet with ease. A pair of warm testicles that felt as big as regulation baseballs hugged her stretched labia, and as quickly and as easily as that, someone was fully seated in her.

The breath exploded from her lungs in a loud “whuff!”

Her first reaction was pure, blinkered surprise. Then, before panic could register, the reflexive pleasure of that huge organ’s abrupt entrance overruled her mind. Bone-melting heat spread through her in waves.

A slender hand clamped over her mouth, and another cupped the warm smooth mound between her legs (she had just gotten a waxing) and rubbed vigorously. A deep, wrenching grunt was forced out of her diaphragm.

An orgasm burst inside her. She had been too flabbergasted to halt it, or even realize its swift ascent.

Stars exploded in the corners of her vision. She choked and quivered as her warm, dewy tunnel squeezed the intruder in involuntary spasms. The skin of her arms and legs ignited with gooseflesh while the hand massaging her clitoris sent electricity licking up her belly and down her thighs. She slapped her hands on the changing room wall to hold herself upright; her knees had turned into chewing gum. She groaned into the palm over her mouth.

“That’s it...come, baby.”

An incredulous gasp escaped her. This second shock was almost as big as the first one; the voice, though thick and hoarse with lust, was unquestionably a woman’s.

The body attached to the penis leaned into her, and a bosom that felt bigger than her own impressive 38-inch bust squashed against her back. Impossibility mounted upon impossibility, and the rational part of Daisy’s brain blanked out.

A deeper part of her brain that could still function objectively noted that the woman (woman?) appeared to be wearing some kind of thin cotton shirt with buttons. A pair of smooth hips smushed Daisy’s rear end, and she could feel bunched denim rasp against her netted legs. Whoever-it-was had shoved down a pair of jeans to mount her. She could feel the tickle of pubic hair against her cheeks, and the triumphant flex of that hot fat cob inside her.

This...can’t be...

The penis began to slam into her with rough, conquering thrusts. It opened her wider and deeper than anything she had ever taken before, man or dildo. It had to be at least a foot long and God knew how thick; it reached depths she never knew she possessed with every plunge. All of her senses were overpowered by that delightful, maddening friction.

Daisy’s eyes rolled up, and she quaked through another climax that appeared just as suddenly as the last one. Her juices flowed, and she could hear and feel the drippy smack of balls upon her squelching-wet vulva.

Oh my God...it’s wonderful...

The fingers working between her legs were nimble and slender. They were a woman’s fingers, and they manipulated her clitoris with a woman’s familiarity. It was delicious and unbearable, and her jaw slackened as her body bucked with a will of its own. Her heart was pounding so fast, she thought it might explode. She couldn’t breathe through her mouth, and so the air keened loudly through her flared nostrils.

Daisy rolled her eyes toward the mirror on the wall to her right. Whoever-it-was (woman? man? demon?) had Daisy pressed over so far she could only see part of their back. He-she-or-it was wearing a lime green short-sleeved shirt with some gold lettering on the back. She couldn’t read it from that angle. A shining mass of rich auburn hair trailed down to the small of that back and thrashed about with her movements. A pale, round, and very womanly ass jutted out from under the hem of the shirt and jostled with her thrusts.

“I saw you,” whoever-it-was panted. There could be no doubt - it was a woman’s voice, breathless, sweet and high-pitched with sexual tension. “Walking around, all lit up. I could practically smell it, when you walked by. You were so turned on. So I followed you. And now,” she exulted as she licked Daisy’s neck, “I’m in you.”

Daisy came again on the spot, with an ululating wail that was barely audible under the muffling hand. The woman buried her face in Daisy’s hair with a moan and sucked her ear. A single clear thought surfaced then, startling her with its chipper observation: Wow, if this keeps up I’m going to pass out.

The rapid-fire clapping of hips against Daisy’s rump sounded like applause, with the wetter castanet tattoo of slapping balls running underneath it. The depraved eroticism of it made her tremble and furthered her confusion.

Despite the undeniable meaty fact of the penis inside her, Daisy’s rational mind wouldn’t engage. The suddenness of the attack, her attacker’s gender, her own dizzying cascade of orgasms…her brain couldn’t catch up.

“I knew you’d be juicy,” the woman gloated in Daisy’s ear, giving her a savage corkscrew that made her squeal. “I could tell you had a tight slutty pussy waiting for me. Oh God-” her voice rose, becoming undefended, almost as if she were in pain, “your pussy feels so good. Oh God I love fucking it so much...”

She pumped faster, and the orgasms rippled through Daisy like a sheet on a clothesline, snapping in the breeze. So much blood had rushed to her face that her eyes swam with tears. She imagined she must be as red as a tomato.

Then the fingers below released her clitoris to rise and grope her cantaloupe breasts.

“Yes,” the woman groaned. “Yeeesssss...”

She gripped Daisy tight in a full-body hug. Daisy couldn’t help but notice that with the exception of the penis, the body pressed up against her was soft and supple. The woman’s hips jerked in short, frenzied jabs and she uttered a harsh “Ungh!” from the pit of her lungs. Daisy’s incredulity soared to new heights as the penis inside her began ballooning rhythmically and jets of thick warm fluid shot into her. The woman grunted again, and then let out her breath in a long moaning sigh.

Oh Jesus she’s coming in me, Daisy’s mind whirled. Oh God that’s her come, I can smell it, ooh there’s so much, it’s running down my legs and oh Jesus she’s still coming!

Her mind continued to babble as an aftershock of her previous climaxes trembled through her. The woman groaned as her penis emptied. It softened, but didn’t seem to shrink any. The humid reek of aroused woman blended with the strong, clean scent of semen and clogged the confined space of the changing room.

With a long soft “ohhhhh”, the woman pulled out and let go of her.

Daisy’s legs gave out. She sagged to the floor in a boneless tangle of arms and legs. She was utterly exhausted in every pore of her body. She glowed in a haze of sexual satisfaction. What felt like an ocean of sperm flowed thickly from her sore and swollen pussy.


Ooooh I feel soooo messy soooo good…

She heard pants being pulled up, and a zipper being zipped. She glanced toward the mirror and saw the door closing as the other exited. With nary a backward glance, she was gone as quickly as she appeared. Daisy was left with an impression of a tapering, slender back above spreading hips.

For some reason that all-too brief glimpse of the back of her shirt burned into Daisy’s mind. Above a screen-printed cartoon bowling ball scattering ninepins (was the bowling ball wearing a surgical mask?) jaunty gold lettering spelled out the incomprehensible message, “DOCTORS DO IT WITH PATIENCE.”

It was a bowling shirt, her owlish brain realized. The kind worn by teams. In this case, a team of doctors.

She groaned, shook her head, and fumbled for her purse. She still had some napkins in there from her lunch at the Olive Garden down the avenue. She gripped a handful of them in a wad and pressed it between her legs. She winced and sighed.

“What,” she asked the empty changing room plaintively, “the fuck...just happened?”

Slowly, she pulled herself upright and began the impossible task of getting herself properly dressed.


~~~


An hour later, she still felt more bemused than anything else. She was idly watching the ornate multi-tiered fountain in the department store’s atrium. She had the weirdest sense of coming down off some bizarre LSD trip. Aside from where she’d skinned her palms on the changing-room wall, she was unhurt, and her body was languid and happy with that distinctive smug, just-got-laid lethargy. Her brain kept going all starry.

I’m fine, she thought. Incredible as it sounds, I actually feel...pretty good. I wasn’t expecting that, but...

She had paid for her body stocking (she certainly couldn’t give it back in its sticky state) and given George a terse call on her cell phone to cancel their date. She had found herself in the atrium and sat to watch the fountain for awhile. Eventually her gaze drifted away and then she saw the information kiosk.

...but she had no right to do that to me.

She was on her feet and walking to the kiosk before she realized what she was doing. Something had galvanized her.

“Hello,” she said to the attendant. Her voice sounded gravelly. She opened her mouth and heard the question come out, “Does this department store have…a bowling alley?”

The attendant, a stunning young Asian woman with pink streaks in her hair, smiled and shook her head with what seemed like genuine regret. “No ma’am. I’m afraid not.”

Daisy smiled back, the expression feeling stiff and alien on her face. “Thanks anyway.”

She was turning away when the girl added, “It’s over in the next block, out by the freeway.”


~~~

The bowling alley was done up in the Retro-Deco 1950’s style to which all bowling alleys seemed to aspire. The sign out front, a big asymmetrical trapezoid on a twenty-foot post, proudly proclaimed its name: Sugar Bowl Lanes. The manually-placed lettering on the white space below it read, THE SUGAR BOWL WELCOMES THE 3rd ANNUAL INTERMEDICAL BOWLING TURNAMENT.

Daisy sat in her car in a shaded section of the parking lot, not thinking, just staring and waiting. Half the cars around her had medical plates. Her heart thumped slowly and loudly in her chest.

She squirmed in her seat. Some of the woman’s ejaculate was still inside her. She could feel thick coils of the stuff deep up in her womb, where she knew it wasn’t coming out, not until she bathed. Every now and again some of it would shift around, reminding her of its presence.

Bowlers began to exit the Sugar Bowl and disperse to their cars. She leaned forward and stared as her pulse began to quicken. A group of men and women wearing blue bowling shirts were mingling, shaking hands and laughing with another group in red shirts. The blue shirts read DENTISTS DO IT WITH GAS across the backs. The red ones read PSYCHIATRISTS DO IT ON THE COUCH.

Daisy’s knuckles went white on the steering wheel. A group wearing familiar lime green bowling shirts had just exited the building. They were louder than the others, whooping and hollering.

Daisy’s heart stopped. She saw her. Her telltale long red hair fluttered in the late-afternoon breeze. Bowling shirts were designed to be bulky and shapeless, but her busty figure pushed through hers with unmistakable aplomb. She was carrying her team’s bowling trophy, and they were carrying her on their shoulders. Daisy could hear her shrieks of laughter from across the lot.

She stared. The woman was pretty, with freckles. The flowing jeans she wore gave no hint of what was between her legs.

The first clear thought she’d had in hours surfaced at that time: what kind of woman could jump somebody in a lingerie store and then bowl a winning game?

She studied her in total fascination. A kind of determination that wasn’t quite anger began to build in her.

She saw me...and she took me. On a whim, maybe. Without asking. Without hesitation. Mounted me as though I were some kind of breeding animal whose feelings don’t matter. Just something to be...inseminated.

To her shock, part of her actually found that idea thrilling in a potent, dark kind of way. She sighed. Nothing in her previous experience could have prepared her for this day, or to deal with these kinds of feelings.

She turned the key in the ignition and let her car idle. She watched them put the woman down and talk for a few minutes. Then, with a last round of high-fives, they went their separate ways. Daisy put her Acura in drive and followed the redhead’s black BMW out on to the freeway. The Beemer had medical plates too.

Twenty minutes later she slowly drove by the tasteful two-story detached home where the BMW had parked. She took careful note of the address and memorized it. Then she drove home. Her fugue was over. Her brain had started working again; in fact, she was thinking furiously.

She didn’t realize she had a hand down working in her panties until her orgasm almost startled her off the road.


~~~

~~~


All that week, while she made her plans and bought her supplies (the stun gun was surprisingly easy to obtain) people at work kept remarking on how preoccupied she seemed. More than one person said she looked like she was walking around in a dream. They were wrong. She had, in fact, never felt more awake. Her previous life seemed like the dream now, a long gray dream of mild highs and shallow lows from which she had awoken. The colors were all brighter now, the stakes bigger. Her feelings were as powerful and raw as a newborn’s.

It was easy to break it off with George, to lie about how she wasn’t ready for a real relationship. The intrigues at work, the vacuous boyfriends, and the vague dreams of the book she might one day write all seemed insipid and inconsequential. What she was doing now – what she was planning – that was very consequential.

She thought: I’m operating on a whole nother level, as the kids used to say.

She took sick days and used them to follow the doctor to and from work. She noted when she left at night, and how she was always the last one to leave. There was usually a twenty minute gap between her staffs’ departure and hers.


~~~

Daisy’s breathing and pulse were unnaturally steady as she stood in the hallway on the third floor of the medical building. She had worn a wide-brimmed fedora and large dark sunglasses and kept her head down for the security cameras (if there were any). Her gray jogging suit and JanSport backpack were carefully neutral. She’d had an attack of nerves in the car on the way here, and had to pull over for a few minutes. Now that she was inside the building and fully committed, all she felt was this strange calm spiked by an unusual alertness. All of her senses seemed heightened. Fine details of the stucco and faux wood panelling around her seemed microscopically vivid to her naked eye.

I wonder if this was how she felt…just before she took me.

Then she was turning the knob and entering the doctor’s office. The waiting room was empty but for the cheerful posters reminding her about mammograms and prostate health, and the stacks of old magazines. The windowed counter looked into a deserted office area. She shut the door silently behind her.

Her soft-soled shoes moved her across the carpet without a sound. The door leading to the examination rooms stood ajar. She opened it all the way. The corridor was empty. She entered it.

She heard whistling, and a papery rustle from the third doorway on the right. She ghosted down the hall.

The doctor’s long red hair was tied up in an intricate French braid. She had her white-coated back to the open doorway, and was settling a fresh sheet of sterile paper over the examination table. She looked smart and practical in a navy skirt and matching flat-heeled shoes.

Daisy stepped into the room, pressed the stun-gun to the base of her neck and pushed the button. The doctor’s body gave a great convulsive twitch, and the roll of paper went flying from her hands. A broad swath of paper went trailing over the standing scales as it fell to the floor. It made Daisy think of Halloween pranks. The doctor went limp, and Daisy dropped the stun gun to catch her before she could hit her head on something.

With a loud grunt of effort, Daisy heaved her up onto the examination table. She planted the woman’s hips at the end, with her legs hanging down.

For a moment, Daisy just stared at her face. It was pretty and innocent. From her research, she knew the doctor’s age was 42, but in its current slack state, her face was that of a teenager. She touched it, tracing that delicate jawline with her index finger, and felt a needy twinge between her legs.

Careful now…careful…

She unbuttoned the doctor’s beige blouse and pulled it off. Daisy’s pulse really began to accelerate. The woman was slenderer than Daisy, but much larger-breasted, which was astonishing. Her big white bra was lacier and flirtier than Daisy would have worn to work and it didn’t unhook in front. Daisy used the boxcutter she’d brought to cut its straps and discard it.

Daisy sighed in pleasure as the woman’s breasts were bared. Simply beautiful. They had wide pink areolas and thimble-sized nipples. Daisy brushed those nipples with her fingertips, and traced the circle of tiny bumps around each one. They rose up between her fingers, quickly doubling in size.

Daisy noticed she had a sprinkling of freckles across her chest. She swept her palm over them, and began salivating.

Don’t get distracted…keep going…

Daisy unbuttoned the woman’s skirt and pulled it down with her panties. Her penis and large, hairless, low-hanging testicles flopped free. Even though Daisy was expecting this, the shock of seeing it, the reality of it, made her start. Limp, the doctor’s organ was about eight inches long and as thick as the inner cardboard cylinder of a paper towel roll. It hung over the edge of the examination table and dangled down. It was the same mild shade of pink as her nipples. It looked very smooth, almost polished. A small triangle of auburn pubes pointed down at it.

Daisy took a deep, relieved breath; she hadn’t been aware that she’d been holding it. So it was real after all. She wasn’t crazy. That bleak suspicion had occurred to her more than once the previous week.

Her fingers itched to touch it, but there was more to do. She removed the doctor’s shoes and socks and then brought up the steel stirrups attached to the table for gynaecological exams. She placed the doctor’s bare feet in them and bound them in place with duct tape around the ankles. She made sure the stirrups were spread as wide and high as possible, and then taped the doctor’s wrists to the table’s safety bars, which ran along each side below the padding.

The doctor stirred. Moving quickly, Daisy pulled a ball gag from her backpack and inserted it in the doctor’s mouth. She fastened it in place around the back of her head. The ball was made of soft white plastic, decorated with a red valentine inscribed with the words Darling, Be Quiet in fancy script. It was designed so that the heart and its sardonic endearment sat centered in the victim’s mouth.

She pulled several dildos and buttplugs out next, and stood them upright on the counter. They looked like a row of ballistic missiles in some military show of force. She positioned them so they would be the first things the doctor saw when she came to.

Daisy stood back and surveyed her handiwork. Satisfied, she discarded her hat and sunglasses, and then slipped out of her jogging suit. All she wore underneath was the fishnet body stocking. She was naked underneath that, and the air of the room felt pleasantly cool on her hot, bare skin. Her nipples had tightened into hard, jutting points. She removed her soft-soled shoes, produced a pair of sexy red high heels from her knapsack and stepped into them. They were her favorites; they always made her feel confident and sexy as hell.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Her success to this point, the high heels, and her own soaring arousal made her feel ten feet tall. She felt drunk with lust, loose and soft-jointed. Her pulse was racing, and her vagina really flowing.

The doctor was still out for now. Good. The hardest part was done. Now she could relax and enjoy herself. Daisy hastily checked her appearance in the reflective steel of one of the cabinets, and fluffed out her hair a little. She then turned back to her captive and with a shiver (At last! she thought), she succumbed to the temptation to play with the doctor’s body.

Daisy palmed each of those beautiful breasts and shook them a bit. They were heavy and jiggly-firm. She squeezed, and watched her fingers sink into them. Ooh! She ran her hands over the taut skin of the redhead’s belly and let her fingers sift through those crisp pubic curls.

With a breathless laugh she grasped the doctor’s penis with both hands. At her touch, it began to firm up and enlarge. She squeezed it, and to her mingled delight and alarm, it quickly engorged to its full foot-plus size. It was much more than a double handful!

Inflated to a gleaming tightness, its skin looked oiled. The head reminded her of a pink snooker ball. She pulled the foreskin up over the bulging fuchsia crown and watched as a drop of clear fluid appeared in the urethra. She dipped her finger and tasted it. Her eyes widened. It was salty-sweet, like candied peanuts.

Daisy cupped her balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, hoping to coax out more of that tasty stuff. She lifted them, and in doing so, felt something completely unexpected.

She stood between the doctor’s legs, held up her testicles, and stared down. Underneath that large pendulous ball-sack was a vagina.

It was perfectly symmetrical and ordinary, and the folds of skin bridging it to her scrotum were likewise balanced, proportionate and unremarkable. Both sides of it were waxed smooth in a neat bikini line. It was quite elegant and functional...aside from being physiologically impossible as far as Daisy knew.

Heat rushed into Daisy’s face. Disbelief, adrenaline and sexual arousal made her weak.

Hold on...hold on. Don’t lose it. This changes nothing. She took deep breaths, fighting the urge to hyperventilate.

She touched it. It had the soft, rubbery texture of Daisy’s own privates. With two fingers she pulled back the tiny foreskin on the clitoris and then parted the labia. She was pink and moist inside. It looked and felt exactly normal. She leaned forward and inhaled. It smelled normal, as well. More heat suffused her face, and her loins as well; the scent turned her on.

She slipped a finger inside. The doctor gripped her snugly. It was slippery; Daisy’s finger glistened when she pulled it out. She put it in her mouth, and her eyes closed at the tangy, succulent taste.

Before this week, Daisy had never had sex with a woman. She had no proclivities in that direction. There had never been any overly-close girlfriends or crushes on female teachers. Before this week she could never have imagined herself desiring such a thing. But so much had changed since then.

Keeping the doctor’s balls elevated, Daisy leaned down and firmly licked her vagina from the top of the perineum to the tip of the clitoris. It was delicious. She slipped her tongue inside and swirled it about to soak up more of that addictive juice. She let her tongue draw little circles around and around her clitoris, which had enlarged visibly. The doctor’s thighs twitched and Daisy heard a mumbling little moan.

Enough. Show time.

Daisy stood and snapped on her surgical gloves. The doctor’s eyes were wavering.

“Doctor Simpson,” Daisy said. “Doctor Lila Simpson.”

Hearing her name, the doctor’s eyes fluttered open. They focussed on the array of sex toys on the counter opposite her and went very, very wide.

Daisy stood with her gloved hands planted on her hips. She had one hip cocked sexily to the side. The doctor’s eyes flickered over to her, and then really bulged.

“You recognize me, yes?”

The muscles in the doctor’s arms and legs expanded as she strained against her bonds. Daisy had done her work well, and they held firm. The doctor shook her head wildly, making her long red hair flail about. She mumbled things into her ball gag. Daisy placed her hand on the woman’s chest. Her heart was galloping a mile a minute.

“Our last encounter, you departed kind of suddenly. Now, I intend to take my time.”

This inspired another wild round of head-shaking, fruitless struggling and loud “Mmmmphs”.

Daisy poured some sweet edible lube into the palm of her left hand. She made a fist and worked it into her fingers. She put the lube down and stepped between the doctor’s legs. She rubbed her hands together until the latex shone. Then she took hold of the doctor’s erect penis – it hadn’t sagged a bit – and stroked it vigorously up and down. The doctor squawked in protest.

It felt warm and satisfying in her fist. She soon had it shining with lubricant. With her other hand, she reached under the doctor’s testicles and inserted two fingers into her vagina. She kept her thumb on her clitoris and rolled it around and around.

The doctor’s head fell back, and a long despairing moan went into her gag. She closed her eyes.

Daisy giggled. She couldn’t help it. She was giddy with excitement. She put another finger into the doctor’s box and continued to work them in and out. Then she added her pinkie, and all four fingers were pistoning her, bunched together in a cylindrical shape.

Daisy let the doctor have this for another two minutes, until her breathing began to quicken and her hips began moving. Then Daisy brought down her thumb and shoved her whole hand inside, all the way to her wrist.

A guttural shriek erupted behind her gag, and the doctor writhed.

“Don’t complain,” Daisy chided. “You were more ready for this than I was.” She shook the big prong in her other fist. “You shoved this thing into me with no warm-up.”

Daisy rotated her buried hand like the agitator of a washing machine, and Doctor Simpson’s eyes rolled up into her head.

Maintaining the torque of her rolling wrist, Daisy began pulling her hand back and shoving it in. She kept a slow pace so as not to damage her charge, and stroked the doctor’s upright prick at the same tempo. Anguished moans bled around the doctor’s ball-gag.

Daisy noticed her balls had drawn up and nearly doubled in size. The doctor’s cheeks were pink, and her neck and chest were also flushing. Those sumptuous breasts pumped up and down with her rapid breathing.

Regretfully, she pulled her hand out of the doctor’s vagina. It exited with a thick slurp. Her ruddy, frilled inner portal gaped momentarily, and then faded back between the labia minora like a stretched elastic waistband returning to its resting state. Daisy squeezed the doctor’s penis tightly around the base, hard enough to pinch, and when her balls loosened somewhat, Daisy was satisfied she wasn’t going to come. She resumed her grip of the doctor’s penis, but didn’t stroke it.

Daisy rubbed the woman’s abused vulva for a while, then let her fingers slide lower. With deft, well-lubricated ease, she slipped her middle finger up the doctor’s anus.

The doctor whimpered. Daisy slipped her finger in and out, letting it grease her passage. She eased a second finger inside; the doctor’s eyes scrunched shut as she turned her face away. A long plaintive moan followed.

Once Daisy felt the rectum was sufficiently relaxed, she swayed over to the counter and selected one of the smaller buttplugs. She greased it up in front of the doctor with a saucy smile. Giving the blanching woman a sly wink, Daisy stepped back between her legs. She placed the blunt tip of the plug at the pursed entrance of Doctor Simpson’s asshole and slowly penetrated her.

Doctor Simpson choked, and garbled something incomprehensible. The crinkled lips of her anus widened smooth as the fat bulb of the plug went in; they stretched almost white as the fattest part entered her. Her anus then swooped in to the narrow neck and gripped it snugly. The doctor groaned. Daisy pressed the rectangular base home, and it stayed in place.

Daisy next selected a large dildo, one nearly the size of Doctor Simpson’s own penis, and lubricated it in front of the doctor with a flourish. The doctor’s head was moving in spastic little negative shakes, more in denial than supplication. Her hands clenched in tight fists and then opened with fingers splayed wide, over and over.

Daisy put the dildo (it was a big pink gel one shaped just like a circumcised penis) to Lila’s labia and wiggled it around. She worked her open, and then pushed it in.

Doctor Simpson’s back arched as the latex phallus slid inside her. Daisy watched avidly as her vulva spread open. She could see the walls of her vagina through the moulded gel of the dildo; the spongy interior looked pressed flat by its girth. She licked her lips. She gave her own puss a lusty rub.

She took hold of the doctor’s penis again and resumed a slow, measured stroke. She pulled the dildo back and forth at the same pace.

The helpless woman’s breath whispered through her flared nostrils. Tears began trickling down her cheeks. Her nipples looked huge, like shotgun shells. Daisy pushed the dildo in all the way and left it there so she could bend over and suck them. Ecstasy flowed through her. She pulled at them savagely with her teeth, the way she’d always secretly wished her boyfriends would do to her. She could feel the doctor’s thighs trembling.

Daisy straightened, removed the buttplug, licked it, and replaced it with the largest one she had. It was a squat, spade-shaped monster about six inches long and at least three inches across at the widest point. The doctor squirmed as it popped through her ring, and uttered a decidedly sensual groan.

Daisy resumed stroking her, really working her elbow as she plunged the dildo in and out. Her fist flew up and down the throbbing column, gripping hard and letting her thumb rub the head’s cheeky split on the upswing.

She was sweating from her effort. “Come on baby,” she was muttering. “Come on. Give it to me.”

Lila’s balls were swollen and hugging tight to her root again; her vagina was fully exposed, and the stricture of the scrotal sac pulled her clitoral foreskin up all the way. Completely in the open, the tiny pink marble of her clitoris appeared and disappeared as it rode the slippery shaft of Daisy’s dildo in and out.

Daisy made eye contact with the doctor. She must have had eyes like a madwoman; the doctor stared at her like a rabbit hypnotized by a cobra. Without breaking that electric connection, Daisy leaned forward and let her tongue roll out into the doctor’s dilated urethra. She licked it, kissed it, and dug into it with her tongue. She tasted that delicious preseminal fluid again. The doctor’s eyes clamped shut and her head rolled back. Her whole body trembled.

The rhythm of Daisy’s thrusts with the dildo was thrown off when Lila’s vagina began clamping down. She could feel Lila’s orgasm begin, and she worked for it eagerly. She hungered to see it.

It happened. The penis in her fist throbbed with immense power as it sprayed thick, hot semen everywhere. It was like a fountain. Long streamers shot high in the air, nearly brushing the ceiling, and then came splattering down across Lila’s belly and breasts. A lot of it hit Daisy in the face; she licked her lips and its rich, nutty taste filled her mouth.

The doctor was groaning long and loudly. A sheen of perspiration covered her, and her body convulsed with each burst. Daisy shoved the still-spouting bulb into her mouth and sucked hard. She swallowed the last creamy spurts as they jumped onto her tongue. Her eyes rolled under her closed lids; the taste and the delicious nastiness of it transported her.

She sucked until there was nothing left to swallow. She kept sucking and stroking, and Lila’s erection didn’t wilt a bit.

Daisy straightened and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“That one’s free,” she said. “The next one will cost you.”

She left both of Lila’s holes plugged, and walked unsteadily to the counter. She hadn’t come yet. Her whole body was thrumming with pre-orgasmic excitement, and had been thrumming since she began. She could feel the wetness trickling down the insides of her thighs.

Daisy plucked a cock ring from the counter. It was a double ring, a leather figure-8 with tiny silver buckles on each loop.

She secured the top loop around the base of Lila’s penis and buckled the lower one around the slack of her scrotum. She pulled them both nice and tight, and both balls and prick promptly swelled against the constriction. The doctor gurgled. Daisy ignored her.

Daisy climbed up onto the table. She straddled the doctor’s hips. She reached between her legs with both hands and ripped the crotch of her body stocking wide open so there would be no impediments. She was aware of the doctor’s panicked eyes staring up at her, the renewed bout of head-shaking and muzzled protests.

Sorry, honey. Daisy grabbed that arching tusk of flesh below her and rubbed its broad snout into her drenched labia. She had to grit her teeth to prevent herself from coming on the spot.

She centered herself on the doctor’s pylon and sank down.

Oh, Christ.

The cock ring had added inches to the doctor’s length and breadth that Daisy had not foreseen. Sweet, stretching pain made her grimace. It felt like she was taking the doctor’s fist and forearm up her cunt instead of her penis.

It didn’t daunt her in the slightest. Her body was too ready, too hot and too anxious for this massive penetration to back off. A few more wincing inches slid in, and then the pain was over. She slid further down with a blissful sigh.

Dimly, she heard the doctor crying out. Daisy could only guess how tight the doctor must be finding her stuffed-to-bursting pussy.

Pleasure overwhelmed her. She still felt distended beyond belief, but the feeling was intoxicating, and she wallowed in it. She wanted more. She held herself at an angle so her clitoris slid against the doctor’s hot, slippery column all the way down. Before she could reach the doctor’s balls, however, Daisy lost all control as a sudden, rocketing orgasm hijacked her body. Her thighs shook and pins-and-needles prickled the small of her back, her toes and her fingertips.

“Oh nooooo…” her voice wavered in an orgasmic vibrato as she came in an explosive outpouring of fluids and emotion. She drenched Lila’s hips and thighs with her juices.

“Oh God…”

Blood rushed to her face. She heard it surging in her ears and saw dots of color before her eyes. Her body twisted and shook as spasms of purest delight clenched and released rhythmically inside her. She lost herself in it, and floated in the glowing after-daze.

“Oh my…oh my goodness…”

No sex she had ever had in her past life had been this exciting, or fulfilling. She felt an absurd, almost child-like happiness. She almost wept for joy.

She could barely flex her calves to lift herself up, but she managed, and sighed as she sank back down, burying the good doctor deep inside again. She leaned forward and gripped the doctor’s sides to anchor herself as she began rocking back and forth. She moaned in ecstasy. The wet slurping sounds of that juice-coated penis slewing in and out of her guts sounded both disgusting and beautiful to her.

Daisy caught her second wind and began fucking her prisoner in earnest. Her breasts swung, and she could feel the impacts quake through her buttocks and thighs. She slammed down on that hard pole in a demanding, aggressive rhythm. Her eyes drifted shut, and she surrendered to the sweaty, grunting physicality of the experience.

Yes…God, yes! I’m fucking you, you bitch. I feel like an animal. I am an animal! Oh God, I love it!

She came again and again. Each wracking, explosive climax made her want more. At one point, her thighs gave out entirely, and she collapsed on top of the doctor. Their sweaty bodies met with a wet smack, and a loud grunt burst past the doctor’s gag.

The doctor’s body glowed with heat. She was pillowy and sinuous under her, and tears tracked her lovely, freckle-dotted face. Sweat-soaked tendrils of red hair lay plastered to her shoulders. Her eyes were anguished, half-closed and glazed with sex. Daisy blearily noted for the first time how beautiful the doctor’s eyes were, an entrancing emerald green.

Daisy smiled; with the cock ring in place Lila would be unable to come, and after the last hour of solid fucking, her balls must be in agony.

The ball gag kept Lila’s full, kissable lips parted in a wide circle. Without thinking, Daisy pressed her own lips to them and kissed her. She worked her hips, snapping them briskly in a thrusting motion, and moaned as she came yet again. Her arms slid under the arch of the Lila’s lower back and she held her tight.

“Bitch,” she whispered, their eyes only inches apart. “Cunt.”

The doctor’s eyes closed, and she moaned. If it was pleasure or pain, Daisy couldn’t tell.

Daisy reared up and lifted herself off the doctor’s penis. It seemed to take forever for all that cock to slip out of her. She nearly fell over when she stood next to the examination table – her body felt comprised of warm gelatine. She stepped out of her shoes to strip the body stocking off entirely. She was clumsy and tore it in several places, but she didn’t care. She needed to be bare-naked. She stretched, and revelled in the freedom of her nudity.

Her eyes widened when she saw the condition of the doctor’s penis. It, and her testicles, were swollen to a dark and disturbing shade of purple. They were almost bluish in color. This contrasted violently with the bands of white skin above and below where the leather loops bit into her flesh.

“Wow,” she breathed. “Look at you. I can’t believe I had that inside of me.” She felt between her legs. “Oooh, I’m open so wide.”

She turned around, bent over and spread her cheeks at her partner. “Look what that big thing of yours did to my pussy. Just look at it.” She peeked over her shoulder, and the doctor was indeed looking at it. Whatever else Lila Simpson was feeling, Daisy’s gaping and glistening pussy commanded her rapt attention.

Daisy straightened, and put some more lube on her fingers. She reached behind herself and applied it to her anus. She slipped a finger inside, and then another. It was easy; her body had never felt so yielding and relaxed.

She picked up a medium-sized dildo from the counter and lubed it up. She smiled at Lila as she did so.

“I think you have some idea of what’s next. Just so you know…I personally tried out all these toys on myself this week. The buttplugs too.” She paused. “I even tested the stun gun on myself. I wanted you to know…I wasn’t going to inflict anything on you that I couldn’t handle myself.”

She leaned forward, bracing herself with a hand on the table, and pressed the dildo against her asshole. It gave way easily. Daisy pursed her lips and sucked air at the enjoyable sensation of it gliding up her chute. She pushed it in and out a few times, then removed it and placed back on the counter.

“All right, then,” she breathed, as she climbed back up on the table. She straddled Lila again, and grasped her bursting member. This time, she aimed it higher, and its big blunt tip pressed upon the greasy ring of Daisy’s anus.

She sat back, and it startled Daisy how easy it breached her. There was only the slightest pang as she widened over Lila’s crown, and then her rectum seemed to suck in the broad shaft that followed. She lowered herself gingerly, and took Lila deep into her ass. She closed her eyes and moaned out loud.

Daisy began rising and falling again. Hot nasty thrills went through her as Lila’s broad trunk pushed through the hypersensitive tube of her rectum.

Anal sex was another thing she had shied away from in her old life. The new Daisy had discovered an affinity for it. She rubbed her clitoris furiously as she pumped her hips to spear herself all the more powerfully on Lila’s rigid spike. Her body rose back to its previous plateau and she began coming again. She flung her head back and laughed lustily even as her body shivered, tensed and then shook itself every which way but loose.

Oh God I love this, she thought dazedly. I love this so much.

A few endless minutes later, she reached back and wrenched the pink gel dildo out of Lila’s vagina. The doctor flopped like a gaffed fish. It came out literally dripping with her fluids. Daisy pulled up, until only the doctor’s knob remained inside her ass, and then with a grunt shoved the dildo up her snatch all the way to the moulded testicles at its base. Both Daisy and Lila let out sharp groans.

Keeping her teeth clenched, Daisy then lowered her body, and promptly came yet again. Things are getting pretty crowded down there, she thought through the pink mist of orgasm. Dildo and penis pressed hard upon each other, sealed tightly in their respective compartments.

Daisy didn’t even move. She just sat there, flexed her pelvic muscles and rubbed her clitoris with frantic speed. Lila sounded like she was trying to shriek through her gag.

Oh God, this is it…the big one…


It was like a string of smaller orgasms going off like firecrackers. They gathered strength as they led up to something so big that it almost frightened her, an orgasmic powder keg of unknown size.

Oh God…almost…gonna…

At the last possible instant, Daisy reached back again and with two flicks of her index finger, popped the buckles on Lila’s cock ring.

The doctor sucked a screaming breath through her nostrils. Her newly-freed pre-orgasmic prong flexed and pulsed like a live sea monster. Daisy’s ass compressed it so tightly that she could feel Lila’s oncoming orgasm rise up the pipeline of her penis all the way to the detonation point.

They came together, screaming in unison. Lila’s cock erupted deep into Daisy's bowels, filling her with the warmth of her seed. Daisy’s whole body milked it in uncontrollable spasms. It was so intense she actually passed out in the middle of it, and came to a split second later, disoriented and blinking. Her body was still coming.

When they were done, Daisy nearly fell off the table. She was well and truly exhausted now, and the doctor looked the same. There were still some things left for her to do, however.

Leaning forward, Daisy kissed Lila’s flushed, tear-streaked cheek and undid her ball gag. She removed it, and threads of spittle followed it out. Her mouth hung slack, and Daisy kissed her properly. She was overjoyed to feel Lila’s lips feebly respond.

Daisy somehow dragged herself forward on her elbows and knees and groaned as Lila’s softened kielbasa exited her rectum. Sperm oozed out after it. Daisy could feel the rest of it sloshing around inside of her. Lila had shot such a big load that Daisy still felt kind of full.

She clenched her anus so no more would escape, and then reversed herself on top of Lila. She backed up until her naked, round, perspiration-slick rump was poised over Lila’s face.

“Wha…?” the doctor asked thickly, but it turned into a squawk as Daisy lowered her ass and pressed it against Lila’s face. Daisy sighed, relaxed her butthole, and let the sperm flow out. There was so much of it. She rubbed her ass back and forth over Lila’s face to spread it around.

“There,” she murmured. She worked her rectal muscles to squeeze out every last drop. “There.”

When she got down off the table, Lila’s face was a cum-smeared mess. The doctor’s eyes were closed and she was breathing deeply through her open mouth. She was limp, defeated.

Good, thought Daisy.

She stooped and picked up her boxcutter. She drew it along the duct tape binding the doctor’s right wrist. She didn’t press hard enough to cut all the way through, but just enough so that with five or ten minutes of struggling, the doctor could free her arm.

Daisy slipped back into her jogging suit. She kept stumbling, and needed to stop several times to steady herself with a hand on the examination table. She desperately needed a shower. She took one last thing from her backpack – a plain manila envelope – and placed it on the counter. She left the dildos but took her high heels.

She walked over to the examination table and laid the boxcutter on Lila’s belly. Then she tapped the doctor’s forehead with a playful, albeit tired smile.

“Tag!” she said. “You’re it.”

Without another word, Daisy left. Her fedora and sunglasses were back in place by the time she got to the elevator.

Ten minutes to get her arm free, she thought. Then with the boxcutter, another three, tops, to free her other arm and legs.

The first thing she’ll do is remove the buttplug. The next thing she’ll do is clean herself up. The examination room had a large scrub basin. Then she’ll get dressed.

After that, she’ll probably put a huge dent in that bottle of twenty-year-old Scotch I know she’s got stashed in her office somewhere. I saw her buy it on the way to work, and she never brought it home.

And after that…well, she’ll finally get curious about that manila envelope I left. She’ll open it – carefully – and discover just a single sheet of paper.

Pulling her car into traffic, Daisy smiled as she imagined the doctor’s shock. The paper had Daisy’s full name, home address, hours of work, phone numbers…everything a good stalker would need.

Tag! You’re it.


Daisy had left the dildos behind with good reason. Lila would need them.

She shivered. And if Lila doesn’t let me down, she thought, I’ll never see her coming. Until it’s too late.

Daisy rolled down the windows and let the wind whip through her hair. Laughter bubbled up from some place deep inside. She had never felt so alive, so wild and free.

It was good to be back in a relationship again.

(The End)

Nice one Artes, you should post more...