"My stars and garters! I ain't doing that. I don't have a dick right now" John replied, getting stressed.
"Just as I thought, you don't have one of these!," announced the man pulling out his large dick. John stared for a moment in shock before the guy laughed, "I guess I put a stop to your little joke, Darling." He pulled up his pants and went out the door muttering something about the hot ones being crazy. Shortly after, Sara came in seeing her father just staring at the door. After asking what happened, John told her that there was a guy that dismissed him and then showed his dick. Sara laughed for a minute before saying, "sounds like you are getting the real girl experience, Cleo. I'm guessing you are ready to go home." John nodded. They walked to the car, and as John was about to get behind the wheel, Sara demanded the keys. John initially refused, but when he nearly fell over when getting into the truck, he handed them over.
After getting home, Sara grabbed some her dad's pajamas and went to the guest room. John was alone in the living room, the evening playing through his head. this calls for a drink thought John. He got out the scotch and poured himself one or two more before deciding it was bedtime. Sleep would make the time go faster, so he went to his bedroom. With a bit of difficulty, he got the dress off and threw it on the floor, grateful to be out of the garment and wondering why he didn't do it earlier. He laid back on the bed, breasts flopping down after he laid back. He lifted his head up and saw the saw the tuft of hair from earlier. He remembered about looked with a mirror from earlier. He went to the bathroom to grab a small one, then went back to the bed to spread his legs. He put the mirror in a position to see what he had, noting that the color there was different than what was on his head.
He put his fingers in a V to spread his labia again, noting the canal that went into him. It seemed so big, and so small at the same time. He touched the opening this his finger before inserting it slightly. He pulled the finger out quickly, as he realized he put something inside himself. While pulling his finger up, he brushed against his clit, feeling a shock and a warmth he had never felt before. His fingers went back to the spot, getting even more of a response. The third time, he gasped at how good it felt. He started to rub himself, not paying attention to how wet he was getting or that his hips started to work in tandem with his fingers. All he noted was how much better it felt than when he masturbated with his dick. His mental image of his dick slowly changed into that of the stranger in the bathroom as his hand instinctively worked itself a little lower so his finger could reach his opening again. This time, there was no hesitation as he wet fingers slide into his vagina. Once he touched his G-spot, he let out a gutteral scream as his hips pushed into his hand, imagining the monstrous cock from before. He rubbed himself with two fingers feeling the heat from his slit and his muscles start to tense again while his nipples got sore. His other hand went up to his breasts and started to massage the soreness away, to be replaced with pleasure.
The rest of the night was a blur for John, fingering himself and teasing his own breasts while thinking about another man's cock
