Apologize and try to leave

"I am so sorry," you say, trying in vain to cover yourself. "I'm not sure what happened. I should go." You turn to leave, but she steps in front of you, two steaming mugs of tea in her hands.

"Hang on," she says. "Is that what I think it is, or are you smuggling sausages under your dress?"

"It's...it's a cock," you confess. "I am a female with a cock. I'm a freak of nature, a monster--"

"Actually," Ellie says, pausing as she takes a sip of her tea, "it sounds like you're a very lucky girl. And maybe so am I." She gives you a long, sultry look, then hands you your tea and fetches the honey off the counter. "Please, sit. Let's talk."

You hesitate, then sit back down at the table, absently adjusting your cock beneath your dress. Ellie sits across from you. She dips a spoon into the honey and lets a thick drizzle fall into her tea. Her blue eyes on you, she licks the sticky sweetness from the spoon, then uses it to stir her tea.

"What should we talk about?" you ask.

"You," she says. "Your cock. And whether or not you're going to fuck me with it."

You almost spill your tea. "You sure are forward."

"There's no point in wasting time beating around the bush...unless you enjoy that sort of thing. Tell me, have you ever fucked a girl before?"

You shake your head, covering your blush by taking a drink of tea.

"Would you like to? I think your cock would." She slides her bare footpaw up under your dress and drags her soft toes along your cock, making the breath catch in your throat. "You like that?" she breathes, her fingers working quickly to unbutton her blouse, revealing a pair of firm, perky tits with hard, dark nipples. "What do you think? Do you want to take me to the sofa, or fuck me right here on the table?"