A futanari on the way to her boyfriend

When Sarah took a seat in her car, the tip of her massive dick, (already, still, or yet again?) slick with precum, slipped through the soft flesh of her pushed up breasts and started to poke through her cleavage. She smiled at this proof that she was an extraordinary dickgirl. And despite this very unusual image, despite the source of her intoxicating juices right under her face, the futanari managed to keep her urges in check during an otherwise short and uneventful drive.

She passed the time mainly by going through several possibilities in her head, on how Mark would react to her very unusual transformation that happened over night. She had prepared the best she could. Her sexy body, that was fully covered in the scent of her intoxicating cum. Her whole posture and especially her pushed up breasts even further accentuated by stilettos with heels so high that they screamed: "Fuck me". Her skimpy outfit, her little black dress, that only begged for it to be ripped off from her tight and fit body. Would her boyfriend be able to resist her? Would he like and enjoy her new extra large tool? Would he fall to his knees and worship her? Her cock clearly agreed with these thoughts, rewarding her with even more precum. And as Sarah scooped some up and eagerly swallowed, a small ripple went through her body, and she could not only feel how her dick twitched, by also how her underwear slowly became drenched with the juices of her pussy.

But then, while waiting at a red light that simply wouldn't turn green, Sarah was suddenly skeptical. She had never attempted to dominate her boyfriend in the past. And Mark had never shown any signs that he was anything else but fully straight. Instead of being overjoyed with this change, as Sarah was herself, she had to at least consider the possibility that he might as well be repulsed and disgusted by it. Worst case, he might even call of their relationship and throw her out.

With this negative mindset, her erection appeared to lose some of it hardness and shrank slightly. Although the cockhead disappeared from her cleavage again, she could still feel the sizable shaft still squeezed in between the fabric of her skintight dress and her stomach. The dickgirl's member certainly had not become entirely flaccid, but as Mark surely wouldn't expect it, he might need to look twice now to discover and to identify her bulge for what it was.

That was the state in which the futanari arrived at her boyfriends house, where she would normally park in the driveway. But that spot was already taken by another car. It looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't identify and match it to a person right at that moment. Did Mark have a visitor? He said he would be alone... But he had been interrupted when he spoke on her mailbox, when somebody had rang the bell. Perhaps that someone was still there?

With her slightly negative thoughts from earlier, Sarah became worried. Should she still enter the house and surprise her boyfriend? What would actually happen? Was she really as irresistible as she hoped she would be? Who could possibly be Mark's visitor? What would she do if it was some guy from the football team? Or perhaps even some total stranger? And as Sarah was beset by doubts, her girlcock now lost all of it's remaining hardness.