Deputy Flores

You pick Deputy Flores, standing near the doorway. "You want me to fuck Dr. Mitchell? Umm, okay." The Deputy is noticeably apprehensive about lesbian sex, but does as ordered.

"Interesting," notes Dr. Mitchell into a handhold recorder. "The subject seems to have an affinity towards the new and unexpected."

As you look over, Deputy Flores finishes removing her pants, vest, and bra. She lets her hair down and takes a deep breath. You look over her mocha-skinned body not knowing until later that you may be the first male to have seen her in full glory in the bright daylight.

Dr. Mitchell offers a strap-on for Deputy Flores, and you nod your acceptance of this. Deputy Flores finds the strap-on in Dr. Mitchell's large bag, and is alarmed at its large size and peculiar shape.

"I'm Tracy," Dr. Mitchell introduces herself. "Luna," replies Deputy Flores, nervously. Tracy keeps an eye on you and walks over to the nervous Latina. The strap-on is a double-dildo four-strap harness. Something you and she have never seen before. It may be self-lubricating, because Tracy's hand seems to be covered in slime as she inserts one end into Luna and starts wrapping the harnesses around. She leads the heavy breathing Luna to your front. "Where do you want it, John? Ass, mouth, or cunt?"

"Ass," you breath, touching yourself. You are sure that Julie is probably in the next room wanting to rush in and blow you, but probably being held back by Cassie and Frank.

Tracy smiles and directs Luna behind her, positioning her at the correct hole. Luna is scared, no sign of the strong-willed Deputy from before, but Tracy, without words, somehow assures her that it's okay and she's taken it here before.

She follows through and pushes the large dildo to its base. Tracy bites her lip, grunting, and keeping an eye on you. Luna does her best imitation of a man, pulling out and pushing in, as the self-lubrication helps ease the apparatus in its mission.

Both Tracy and Luna are on the verge of orgasm, but you cum first, spurting upwards of three feet and landing on Tracy's eye, her back, and Luna's breast. As well as the carpet.

You get down off your high as the two women get up on theirs. To Luna's chagrin, Tracy pushes out completely and turns around, kissing Luna with great passion and inserting the end into her own vagina. Fingers slip behind the base, and despite the tight fit, help get Luna to completion.

When this is completed, Tracy steps out of the dildo, and comes towards you, grabbing your glasses and doodad. "Great job, John. I'm going to need these devices to measure the effect of your syndrome on masturbation. I'm also going to need this," she said wiping under her eye, "and this" wiping a finger on Luna's breast, "for testing." She pulls out an empty vial and deposits your cum into it, closing it and placing it into some sort of small centrifuge.

"If you can stop by the hospital on Monday, I have some coma patients I'd like you to fuck." You nod blankly as she picks up the dress and bag and moseys towards the door. She stops by Luna and kisses her cheek. "You can keep the strap-on," she mutters, barely above a whisper.

Completely nude, and with semen running down her back, Dr. Tracy Mitchell walks slowly outside, waving politely to Old Mrs. Hennessy as she jumps into a red convertible that only a doctor could afford. She speeds out the cul du sac as you watch numbly through the large bay window.