This all started when awoke in wasteland apocalyptic looking location. It looks like it had been abandoned or a settlement briefly used. It wasn't trashy or that, but bare and set up in a specific fashion with shelving all around on one side of the warehouse, a chain linked fence dividing the room, and rows of bedding on the other.
I'm not a man of large stature, I stand 5'10", weigh about 155 lbs., I ran cross-country and track, and I'm a college graduate. I travel all around the country and sometimes to different parts of the globe for work.
I don't remember how I ended up here, and I don't know a way to get out or even where to go. Last thing I recall was that I was on a completely booked flight heading overseas to a third world country to introduce some medicinal substances to help fight common diseases that infiltrate villages and can cause death to those who aren't vaccinated. My final destination is Futan-Aria. A small remote location with vast knowledge but has been nearly demolished and run out do to Western Civilization.
Anyways, the last thing I remember I sitting next to a 'voo-doo' woman who was sitting in the aisle seat as I was up again the window in the very humid plane ride. This air travel seemed to have no rules because I noticed that several individuals casually had guns wrapped around them, or knives at their waist, etc. This woman I assumed could sense my distress and asked the stewardess for two waters, she handed me one with her palm awkwardly holding the top of my glass as I noticed something fizzing in the glass as she handed it to me. I hadn't thought much of it and just assumed it was because it was so hot and the water probably wasn't properly filtrated. That's the last thing I remember.
Next thing I knew, I was walking across this seemingly endless wear house. I continued to wander, but kept returning to the large open room divided by the chain-linked fence. As I wandered, it sounded like the metal rafters above were moving around with motion and excitement, and it sounded like women trying to stay quiet, but too entertained to realize how loud they were.
At this point, a whistle blew, and a loud commotion started as mass amounts of naked women began to shuffle to the other side of the fence with the bedding; all except for one that is. Since I noticed her, she hasn't taken her eyes off me. I began to panic when I saw her shuffling through the rafters in a continued pursuit, but then dropped to my ass and my jaw dropped as well when light first shined on her and there was a massive member hanging between her legs. It had then dimensions of a horse cock and looked like one that belonged to a porn star. At that moment, my body froze, not with lust, but pure fear because I've read enough stories about how lustful and dominant dickgirls can be.
As she took a moment to observe me, she did nothing but grin. At that point, I was fucked (and about to be it seemed as well.) She the dropped from the rafters right in front of me as stood up straight. From the angle I was at, I could see her face due to the horse cock hanging right in front of me, the tennis ball testicles at the beginning of the shaft, and as I looked up, a gorgeous set of tits to go with the hour glass figure. She then looked down at me, and it looked like a tribal Katy Perry. Long cascading black hair, nice perky tits, with the added meat stick that oddly completed the perfect woman? What was I thinking? My thoughts and emotions were flustered over the entire situation. I wasn't gay. I was single but interested in females and beautiful women. I had experimented in college with a buddy of mine but it didn't work. So I had in fact sucked a dick before, but it had been several years and I hadn't thought of it in ages, but all of a sudden, all those emotions started flooding back to me.
I backed away without ever losing eye contact as the dickgirl approached me. Her eyes were full of lust, ready to attack. I decided to make a run for it as out of nowhere I glanced over and a door appeared. I jumped up and ran, in which he/she? Followed closely behind. My hunter wasn't gaining any ground, but also seemed to be exerting little energy, like she was almost playing a game. When I nearly reached the door, another dickgirl dropped from the rafters and was blocking my only exit. At that point, I knew there was no escaping.
I, then, quickly turned around and was dropping to my knees as a sign of defeat when my hunter quickly approached. As I turned and dropped, she was right there. My nose was pressed up against her tennis balls full of cum. I could feel the heat against my skin. Her cock was resting on my head, and I knew there was no getting out of this one. My thoughts were that the only way I might have a chance to survive and possibly escape was to get on their good side.
So I stuck out my tongue and began to lick the balls of this gorgeous predator of mine. Seeming startled by this due to the fact that she could see me below her perky tits and meat stick, she jumped back and looked me square in the eyes. A look a delight was shared between us. She leaned her waist back, with cock in hand, and brought the tip to my mouth. Knowing that I had no other choice, I accepted the tip with no fight. This brought back a flood of memories and began to think of what felt good. I began to massage my tongue along the shaft, and as she pushed more, I suppressed my gag reflex and accepted all of her length into my mouth and down my throat. Surprisingly I was able to breathe quite easily and without realizing it I began to enjoy the situation.
