Dorris screeched to a halt at the red light. Her pussy throbbed with need. It was still a very unfamiliar sensation and she despised the way it reduced her into a creature controlled by animalistic impulses, yet she couldn't deny how good it made her feel. In the evenings, where she had the privacy to surrender to her recent urges, it was ecstasy.
She swooned with phantom sensations of how good it would soon feel to rub her fingers along her slick folds. She closed her eyes and lost herself to the raging fire inside her, concentrating on the ghostly fingers as they teased her with the promise of making her cum from thought alone. Her breaths grew short and fast.
A horn blared from behind, snapping her back to reality. The light was green. She slammed on the accelerator and the wheels spun until there was enough burned rubber to gain traction and she sped to the next light. She screeched to another halt and screamed her frustration. She needed to cum. She couldn't wait any longer. Stupid society and its stupid rules forcing her to find somewhere private just to do something perfectly natural. If it had to be that way society could at least make it easier to get somewhere private quickly.
There was an alley just up ahead. That was reasonably private. Combined with the partial privacy of her car would anyone really be able to see? Her brain, altered by the pheromone blast from the tanning booth, assessed that it was worth the risk.
A quick cum. That's all she needed. Then she could travel the rest of the way home and frig herself for hours and hours and hours if she wanted to. Get completely naked and just enjoy her body. That's what it was for. Sex and pleasure. There was nothing wrong with that.
Her fingers worked their magic and she bit her lip to suppress a scream. She jiggled in her seat and rode out the crest of an orgasm, sighing in relief when it was past. She was still very, very horny but at least she was in control again.
As soon as she hot home she stripped naked and allowed her hands to roam freely. She tugged her nipples, rubbed her clit, and spanked her bottom while she made herself a sandwich and poured herself a drink. Unknown to her the cheese was processed from jizzmilk and her lemonade was laced with Leia's vaginal juices. As far as she was concerned it all tasted great, and she went back to the fridge for more.
A naughty thought crossed her mind. She gripped the cucumber and slipped it up her soaking snatch. It felt so naughty and wrong, but brain kept telling her that she could do whatever she wanted in the privacy of her own home, and she wanted to pound her snatch with something thick and long and the cucumber was perfect for that.
She leant back against the counter for a better angle and jacked her arm like a piston. Her other hand mauled her tits, leaving red marks on her milky white flesh. The animal inside took over completely. She grunted and whined and screamed.
'Nnngggaaarrrrrgrraaaahhhhhhhh!!!' Juices spurted around the cucumber and she ripped it from her body before her spasming snatch could clamp down on it and crush it. Her cunt sprayed like a geyser over the kitchen floor and her knuckles gripped the counter. Her knees wobbled and she almost slipped.
Panting, she returned to the open fridge. She was exhausted, her body wracked from the intensity of her orgasm, but she wanted more. With a shaky hand she picked up a bottle of jizzcream and unscrewed the cap. She knew about its restorative properties and knew that it would allow her to indulge in the self pleasure she desired all night long. She also knew it was very addictive.
'Just one night,' she told herself. 'Just one night to get it out of your system.'
It tasted delicious. There was something very familiar about the flavour but she couldn't quite place it. That didn't matter. What mattered was that her muscles felt refreshed after just a few gulps, and the soreness in her breasts from their rough handling was gone. She licked her lips and decided to finish the bottle. There was plenty more after all. More than enough to ensure a very long and fun night.
She masturbated lying on her back. She humped her hand lying on her front. She frigged herself doggystyle, fisted herself with legs splayed wide in the air. She rode all four of her bed posts and ruined every single pillow she owned. It was the best night of her life and it left her wanting more.
As the sun rose, Dorris gulped down her tenth bottle of jizzcream. The part of her brain that was worried about the dangers of being exposed to too much equine fluid was gone, the addiction already setting in, the pleasure centres expanded much like her nipples that stuck out like thumbs on her sweaty chest.
Her phone buzzed. It was Sarah requesting a few days off. Dorris had no idea that her once firm ally in repulsion towards the equine herms of the city currently had two and a half feet of horse dick up her ass as she consummated her bond with the herm that bred her. Dorris simply welcomed the opportunity to get back involved with the daily activities of the salon, her mind wandering to what it might be like to give a herm a massage, and gave her the week off.
When she got to the salon, her first appointment waiting was...