Fitting In (Friday Night, Continued)
It was exhilarating to slink around the crowded room stark naked
- to feel the brush of every breath of air, to thrill to every touch. The new Lori was on display - all of me. Yet none of these mere mortals seemed to notice my transformed body. How could they? Latex-skinned goddesses don't exist. To be sure, there were a few double takes. But then people shook their heads, no doubt deciding that my beauty and the bad lighting had combined to confuse them. I licked my lips hungrily and caressed my sensitive breasts. This was going to be a blast.
The next hour or two passed in a haze. So many hot bodies, so little time. Both men and women approached me and offered to pleasure me or, alternately, begged me to discipline them. I was determined to work my way through them all -- and with my newfound endurance it seemed quite possible.
My first supplicant was a tall girl in a vinyl maid's outfit (complete with garter belt and black stockings), who asked permission to apply her tongue to clean up the musky fluids still trickling down my inner thighs. I granted the favour and stood enjoying this service. While the maid worked her way up in an attempt to drain the source, I noticed a good-looking guy watching us. He was sitting nonchalantly with his leather jacket open and his lovely cock exposed at half-mast. Deciding that he would be my next order of business, I ordered Clyde to suck him to usefulness. "And make sure he doesn't come until I'm ready for him."
When it looked like he was hard enough, I shooed my pet out of the way (first nipping each of its nearest bank of hard nipples, in reward), then abandoned the maid and straddled my next lover's lap. I took his long shaft inside myself in one fluid motion, and proceeded to milk him to distraction. Apparently my inner muscles had become newly toned as well.
The guy soon came, and then promptly feinted. I had my eager pet lap up the excess cum off my sex, and then I lifted clear and allowed Clyde to suck his stricken member clean as well. Meanwhile, I chose another lover.
"You," I said, pointing at a leather girl holding a sizable dildo. She eagerly shed her trench coat and peeled off her kid-leather bustiere with impressive speed. We climbed onto a nearby table and settled into a sixty-nine, with me on top - naturally. As she worked her toy in and out of my insatiable pussy, I returned the favour, finding a convenient gap in her crotch leather with my tongue - a tongue I soon discovered to be much, much longer than before.
Taking a brief breather some time later, I saw that my pet had finished its chore and was now idle, so I called it over to help out by fucking Leather Girl. Masked or not, Clyde managed with body language to express simmering lust, and I was surprised to see its impressive dildo grow. The thing slowly unsheathed itself until its fat head was twitching in anticipation between my pet's top set of tits. Excellent! Not a dildo but a functional, foot-and-a-half long horse-cock. I was hot to try it out for myself, but first things first. The girl under me shuddered as the thing's wide-flanged knob stretched and entered her, and gasped when it struck bottom with roughly half its length inside her.
Unfortunately, after allowing Clyde to engage in some serious thrusting, Leather Girl's licking and dildo play at my own nether end became more and more erratic, and finally stopped. I reached between up my pet's widespread legs, hooking three fingers into its drooling pussy, and pulled it forward until its cock was as deep as it would fit into the moaning girl. Then I forced my tongue back inside her, spiralling it right around that fat cock. She lost it completely and came with a shriek. To my delight, Clyde promptly came too. As its cunny clamped onto my fingers, I could feel under my tongue the powerful pulses of cum surging inside its rod, on its way deep into Leather Girl's own straining pussy. Moments later I tasted the gush of excess seed that was forced back out.
We withdrew together, and when Clyde's cock popped free, it hung down to drool on the floor. It looked delicious. "My turn," I told the beast.
Clyde took a deep breath and made a huffing sound, and then I saw its trembling wang swing back up to full alert. It was obviously eager to please its owner. Two steps took it around to where my pussy hovered over the inert girl's face. With another step forward, my lovely pet buried its stallion-cock inside me. I felt my belly stretch outward against Leather Girl's boobies and thought -
I fit that huge thing like a glove
! Clearly more than just muscle tone had changed inside me. Clyde set to with a will, and I was soon over the top. A series of ever-building orgasms rolled through me - it was like being tumbled in the surf. Finally my pet came, too, my enhanced pussy wringing out every last pearly drop. That was definitely the best come I'd ever had.
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After a quick break I was off again, fucking my way tirelessly around the rowdy room. Like they say, a woman's work is never done. Okay, well, I drew the line at the Mastiff Brothers. They had to settle for a vigorous flogging while their Commandant Girl master sucked on my fat clit.
I finally found April by the bar. She was wrapped tightly around a longhaired Asian guy who sported dark sunglasses and a floor-length leather coat. He'd hoisted her up with his arms under her knees, and now her rubberized hair whipped in circles as he methodically bounced her on his cock.
No rush
, I thought. I sat on a bar stool with my legs spread wide. While my own pet stood waiting for orders - hooves planted wide, cock erect, and hands clasped behind its back -- I signalled to Blackie. The creature glanced at its preoccupied master for permission. I simply leaned over, caught April's bouncing hand, and traded leashes. Satisfied, her pet eagerly dropped to its knees in front of me, tilting its long stiff facial protuberance up for my inspection. At the tip of the black shaft was a vertical slit, which slowly opened until it formed a tiny round 'O', like the mouth of a goldfish.
I turned to Mistress Molly, who still stood behind the bar. "How does it eat?" I asked, more from curiosity than concern.
"It can live on broth, but it prefers pussy juice," said Molly.
"So it sucks instead of cumming," I said, with a laugh.
"It can do both. Look again."
Anticipating what Molly wanted to display, the pet tipped its head back further.
I reached down and rubbed one side of its plump cleft chin, and felt a round mass twist slightly under the thick skin. "Balls!"
"See? Clever, huh? It can fill you up and then suck you clean again ... when there's nobody around to share, that is."
And now it was between my thighs, oozing a thick lubricating film of cum from its phallic mouth as it prepared to plunge into my ever-hungry pussy. I stroked the back of its head. Mmm - its skin was warm and soft. In response, a thin tongue like that of an anteater shot out of its tiny mouth and slipped into my waiting hole. I gasped -- it felt as though it was tickling my insides.
"Do me," I commanded. It immediately obeyed, retracting its teasing tongue and then driving the bulky mass of its cock into me. "Oh, yeah. Now deeper. That's it."
But Blackie clearly needed neither encouragement nor instruction. Watching me carefully with its glistening black eyes, it weighed my responses as it thrust and wiggled its phallic proboscis, and read my quivering flesh to direct its cunning fingers as to how best to tug and stroke at nipple and clit. And, even as it focused on delighting me, it fed. Its smooth throat pulsated as it siphoned up my steadily flowing juices.
Then, when it decided the time was right, it began to rotate itself completely around, pivoting itself on the point where its plump cock-beak lodged in my pussy. Sliding its arms and legs and its full breasts sensually across my slick, writhing body, it finished up with its plump pussy open and inviting in front of my face. I accepted the offer, and dove in with my own long tongue. The medley of accumulated juices tasted wonderful.