“Erica is a spindly, horny nymphomaniac freak with a hermaphrodite horse cock!”
You declare impulsively, your voice echoing in the silence of the room. As the words leave your lips, reality bends to your will. You feel a strange sensation between your legs, a weight that wasn't there before. Looking down, you see an enormous appendage growing from your lower body. It's long and thick, resembling that of a horse, and it throbs with an insatiable desire. Your body also begins to change. Your limbs elongate and become slender, giving you an almost alien-like appearance. Your skin becomes pale and your eyes turn a deep shade of violet. A wave of lust washes over you, making your new organ twitch with anticipation. You can't help but touch yourself, the sensation sending shivers down your spine as Krystal stares slack jawed.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door.
“Erica? Krystal?” A voice calls out. “It's Mrs. Haversham, your landlord.”
She's a woman in her late fifties with a voluptuous figure that she isn't shy about flaunting. Her hair is dyed a vibrant red and she always wears tight clothing that accentuates her curves.
“Can I come in?” She asks, her voice sultry and inviting.
“Mrs. Haversham is a slutty older woman who can't resist my new form”
Krystal gasping as you say it aloud, feeling another surge of power as reality shifts once more. The door swings open and Mrs. Haversham steps inside. Her eyes widen at the sight of you, but instead of shock or disgust, there's pure lust in her gaze.
“Oh my...” She breathes out, her eyes raking over your transformed body.
“I've never seen anything so... enticing.”
You smirk at her reaction and beckon her closer with a crooked finger.
“Why don't you come over here and show me how much you like what you see?”
Mrs. Haversham doesn't hesitate. She saunters over to you, her hips swaying seductively with each step. She reaches out to touch your new appendage, her fingers tracing along its length. “You're so big...”
She murmurs, Krystal giggles and says “Big dick Erica!”
You didn’t care to punish your bimbo slave as a shiver running through her body as she feels your hardness. You can't help but moan at her touch, your body responding to her caresses. You pull her closer, your hands roaming over her voluptuous figure.
“Let's see how much you can take” you whisper in her ear, a wicked grin on your face.
The ensuing hours are filled with lurid acts of passion and pleasure. Mrs. Haversham proves to be just as insatiable as you, eagerly taking all that you have to offer. The two of you explore each other's bodies in ways that would make even the most seasoned lover blush. The sensation of being inside Mrs. Haversham was unlike anything you had ever experienced before. The warmth of her body enveloped your new appendage, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins.
Her inner walls were tight and wet, gripping you in a way that made your head spin. You could feel every ridge and crevice of her, the slick heat of her making you throb with need. Each thrust was met with a gasp or moan from Mrs. Haversham, her body writhing beneath you in ecstasy. The sight of her, flushed and panting, only served to fuel your desire.
Her hands roamed over your body, tracing the lines of your slender frame. Her touch was electric, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You could feel her nails digging into your skin as she clung to you, her body arching up to meet each of your thrusts. The taste of her was intoxicating. You kissed her deeply, exploring the depths of her mouth with your tongue. She tasted sweet and tangy, a flavor that made you crave more. You could feel her tongue dancing with yours, matching your fervor.
Her moans filled the room, each one a testament to the pleasure you were giving her. They were music to your ears, spurring you on to drive deeper into her. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room Krystal was now awkwardly masturbating in as she listened to a rhythmic symphony of lust and desire.
You could finally feel yourself nearing the edge, the pleasure building within you like a tidal wave. With one final thrust, you buried yourself deep within Mrs. Haversham, releasing a guttural groan as you climaxed. The feeling was indescribable it was as if every nerve in your body was on fire. Waves of pleasure washed over you, leaving you breathless and spent. As you collapsed onto Mrs. Haversham, you could feel her body trembling beneath you, her own climax washing over her. In that moment, as you lay entwined with Mrs. Haversham, you knew that your life would never be the same again. You had tasted a pleasure beyond anything you had ever imagined, and you knew that you would never be satisfied with anything less.