So many people dream of fucking their doctors. They're the perfect fantasy, most were rich and, to some extent, compassionate, they knew how to care for someone and they could get drugs. But it was for none of those reasons that Mia rocked her hind legs, gently urging her specialised physician to suck more of her cock. She had a simpler reason, but one that dominated all others; lust.
Roshni moaned around the colossal head while her hands lathered the second one in its copious emissions. Pre-cum gushed from both dicks, her throat worked to guzzle down its share, but still several ounces escaped and drooled down her chin, while the other cock hosed down her naked chest. It was a wonder that she could breathe like that, yet she made no effort to pull away. If anything, she tried to go deeper.
Without her lust, Mia might've thought the situation was comical. With it, however, she groped at her boulder-sized tits and moaned as Roshni did her best. She couldn't see the doctor suckle on her dick, only savour the sensations, though her mind conjured an adequate visage. Her dual cocks twitched and lurched.
She saw Roshni in her mind, jaw and cheeks bulging with a flare fatter than any horses, bigger even than the woman's entire head. And it was going down her throat now. The more Roshni gulped, the easier Mia slid into her. Yet another strange component of her body, one that she approved of, though it needed testing. Hilting what had to be six feet of cock in this petite woman would suffice.
That moment would wait, however. Mia rewound back to the present in her mind, closing her eyes and tweaking her thick nipples to the images. Her cocks had become a pair of broken faucets, unable to turn off their flow, which moved through the shafts like lava, burning and lavishing her senses in pleasure. When Roshni changed her angle, pre-cum exploded down her gullet and onto her chest. The bulge as she swallowed was puny next to Mia's cock swelling her throat.
Deeper. Roshni worked further along Mia's shaft, impaled on a mass too great to be anything but inhuman. Her jaw stretched like a python's, her eyes bulged and wept in reverence, and her tongue writhed under the tumescence. All the while, her hands stroked and gripped what little of the second shaft they could reach. It didn't scrape the sensations of the first, but she couldn't complain. Though a second person would be perfect.
Yes, another throat to fuck. Diana was right outside, so close that a simple shout and she would come running, likely after cleaning up her clothes. Was she masturbating right now? If Mia's pheromones were as strong as they appeared, it was probable, though maybe she had a stronger willpower than that. For all Mia could say, Diana was sat at her desk, stewing in the desires of her wanton cunt, desperate to get up and find Mia, to bend over and present herself. To get fucked deeper than any human alive. To become Mia's personal broodmare.
"Mm, fuck," Mia hissed and pulled a breast to her face. Something must be wrong with her to think such things. She couldn't even get someone pregnant, not with the sperm her cocks produced, but her body was unlike anything humanity had seen. What if her sperm were compatible? What if, right that second, Annie and Keira and Bella were all walking around, unawares of the life blossoming in their wombs?
She stamped a hoof and surged forward. Roshni gagged and pushed against her, but took it all the same, until her chest puffed out with Mia's cock, which sank lower, intent on her stomach. Whatever the case, regardless of if she could sire children, Mia was ready to breed. Her balls, all four of them, sloshed and rumbled against her hindlegs. Her thrusts lengthened, the force grew, until she'd pushed Roshni against a table nailed to the wall. It was designed for Mia to lay down on, as such the table was the size of kind-sized bed. Just in case.
Mia reared up and slammed her front legs onto it. The metal dented but held up well enough. With her hooves fastened, and Roshni unable to escape with several feet of centaur girl-cock down her oesophagus, Mia fucked her physician. She sank deeper into the lake that formed her bliss, heedless to anything that didn't heighten her pleasure. Regardless, there was little to distract her.
Roshni didn't struggle. She moaned, gagged and gurgled. Each thrust forced the air from her lungs, and unleashed the deluge of pre-cum up and out her maw. It joined the fresh produce that covered her torso and drooled down her legs, so thick that it overwhelmed the downpour of pussy juice. Every wasted drop was replaced a thrust later as Mia inundated her stomach in pre-cum. This deep, her second cock bent against Roshni and found its way to her salivating cunt.
Yet entire feet remained uncared for. The diminutive doctor's hands only reached so far, even now they fell short of Mia's eager balls, their vastness still expanding despite dwarfing watermelons. A faint tickle in her nose brought her attention to the musk she was exuding. To her, it was an earthy scent, like dirt and, of course, equinity but lacked the unpleasantness of it. All she smelled was fresh hay, grass, and groomed stallions.
None of which registered in Roshni's mind. What tiny breaths she managed riddled her body with a tidal wave of energy, zapping her senses and focusing them on the objects of her inane lust. She spread her legs apart and clamped them around the crooked dick, her hands helped hold it in place, and ground along its length while gelatinous pre-jizz was wasted on the floor behind her. A whimper escaped her at the realisation. The longer she basked in Mia's presence, the stronger her inner-slut became.
"That's it, suck my cock," Mia moaned from above, voice booming in her pleasure, "Take it down your tiny, human throat. Worship me. My flare, my veins, my huge, swelling balls. Mm, you'd beg for my cum if you could speak, wouldn't you? Yeah, you would. You're already addicted and you haven't even tasted the real thing yet. Just some worthless pre-cum."
Several inches of cock slid into Roshni, who gulped it down like she would die without it. The tendons in her throat were overwritten by Mia's cock, its own myriad of dense veins bulging from her neck. Roshni's hips were in a desperate state of lust. Lathered in Mia's pre and her own copious cum, she glided along the second prick, pussy latched to a single vein bigger than her fingers. It throbbed against her snatch and echoed throughout. If she hadn't cum already, her orgasm was nigh.
Three sharp raps on the door fished Mia from the abyss, though she remained mostly submerged. She turned to the door, hips still working to sink her cock, sheath and all, down Roshni's sluttish maw.
"Doctor? I was wondering..." Diana's words died as she stepped inside to a sight she hadn't thought to fantasise of until then, "Mia?"
"Hmm, yeah?" The centaur cooed as Roshni struggled to pull free and address her employee, however Mia kept her trapped. Not only by sheer physical might, but also in her unending musk. It wasn't a fog, more akin to a blizzard now. One step into its path and you were blasted in the stuff, covered in seconds, and overwhelmed before even that. Unlike a blizzard, it didn't chill you, rather it enlightened your senses to the peaks of pleasure.
"Can I kiss your balls?" Diana asked. She didn't look the giantess in the eye, as if incapable of looking away from the four, gigantic, and growing, testicles that crowded a single scrotum. They had a light coat of chestnut fur, which blended into the onyx, leathery skin beneath. Mia swished her tail about, an unconscious choice in spreading her scent around. The pink fur did nothing to distract Diana, who was already stripping. 'No' wasn't an answer anymore.
And why would Mia refuse her? Another eager cock-whore had just walked in, one that wanted to give her balls some love. Annie and Keira were focused on her cocks more than anything, Bella was no different. Even the stray onlookers as she walked by would stare at her sheaths.
