Maybe Just a Quickie

Your eyes were widened as Sally continued to wave her futanari cock in your face, back and forth, back and forth like a hypnotist's watch. Except instead of making you sleepy, it just made you breath in and out in horror as Sally's comparatively dainty hand slowly stroked the semi-flaccid cock. Her other finger tapped on her lips, distantly looking off to the side as she debated whether or not to....use you.

"Ohhhh....maybe just a quickie," Sally hummed, looking back at you. You screamed into your gag as you saw Sally use one hand to rapidly rub up and down her 8 inch still-soft monster. Muffled mppph, mppph, mppphs just seemed to be like music to Sally's ears as she stepped back to continue masturbating.

You pulled at the tape bonds, **** not to be subjected to whatever Sally had planned for you. You weren't getting the tape off though. The only thing getting of was Sally's girl-cock. Glancing back, you gave another gagged cry as you saw the bulbous head of the hardening shaft, now a good ten inches, aimed straight at you.

"OH! Doe! Doe! Just thinking about having your boy-pussy stuffed full of my girl-meat makes me....OHHHH~"

Sally immediately cam as she screamed one last moan. You could only watch wide-eyed and horrified as she exploded all over you. One second you were staring dead ahead at her throbbing purple knob, the next it was expelling sticky white spunk like a firehouse. You winced back, closing your eyes as you felt it splatter over your face, thick ropes of cum soaked your chest, an awkward drizzling warmth leaking down your bare skin. Splurt, splurt, splurt. Sally's schlong spasmed a few more times, spraying you with another few wads of her seed.

"Ohhhhh.....Doe, you're absolutely perfect....you look so cute covered in my spunk," Sally sighed as she bathed in the afterglow.

You, meanwhile, breathed heavily through your nose, smelling the thick musk of cum. You were still coming to terms with Sally's nickname for you. Slowly you blinked, a glob of white cum dripping down your view onto your cheek. You were a mess, something you saw as you looked down, seeing long strings of the same gunk soaking into your hairless chest.

"You're going to be such a good toy, little Doe," Sally commented, drawing your attention to her....or rather to her shaft. Sally had fully removed her panties, using the white cotton to soak up the cum that was still leaking from her shaft. Once that was clean, she turned to you, dabbing the already wet panties gingerly around your face, pressing them against your nose for a moment to long to **** you to inhale her musk. Once your face was clean, Sally turned to the rest of you, mopping up her mess from your chest as you breathed in and out, in and out. You'd worn yourself out screaming for help and were mostly just in shock at what had just happened.

"You look like you want a little taste," Sally said, grinning like a madwoman as she pulled your gag out. The feeling of the cloth leaving your mouth surprised you.

"Sally, what the fu-mph!" You quickly tried to call out, yell at Sally for what she had just done to you. You were interrupted by the unthinkable. Sally stuffed her sopping wet panties straight into your mouth, forcing them all the way in. The salty taste hit your tongue and you immediately tried to spit them out. Sally was more than prepared, producing a roll of almost finished duct tape. Tearing one last strip from the cardboard roll she planted it over your mouth, sealing in her cum-soaked panties.

"Be a good little toy and get those all cleaned while I freshen up," Sally said, sounding too sweet to be a command, but given your position it would hardly feel like a request. "I'll be back to start getting you ready....just have to gather some important stuff to make you more....fuckable..."

With that Sally, sashayed away, hips swaying as her cock swung between her thick thighs, the still damp tip nearly kissing her knees. The stairs creaked as she headed up, giggling to herself. She had a lot of work to do, but it was all going to be worth it when dear sweet John became her fetish-fuel Doe. There was no telling when Sally would return....maybe you'd have time to escape.