Roger sat in his chair and stared at his phone. His pants were still pooled around his feet and his glistening vagina was exposed to the air. The scent of his arousal fascinated him. He knew he was supposed to have a penis, and he knew he was supposed to want to have a penis, but at this moment the thought of anything but a vagina between his legs seemed wrong.
His hand wandered to his crotch and he began to rub it, gently, patting it and brushing his clitoris, sending jolts of pleasure like electricity through his body. Tentatively, he probed it with a single finger, feeling his vaginal muscles contract. He added a second, hunting his g-spot.
Suddenly, the door opened and Max burst in, speaking quickly “Hey boss we just had a table run out without paying the tab. Table four…” Max’s eyes went wide as he realized what was happening. He blushed. “Ugh sorry boss, I didn’t realize…”
Roger looked up at him, his fingers still knuckle deep in his slick and glistening cunt. He could smell himself and his arousal. He realized max probably could to.
“Come in and close the door.”
Max looked unsure, but obeyed the command.
“Oh Max. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking horny.”
Max nodded and looked at Roger. “Me too boss. I don’t know why but all evening my pussy has just been on fire.”
“Can I see yours?” Roger asked, his arousal clouding his brain.
Max nodded again. “Only if you help me calm her down, boss.”
Roger pondered his options and gestured max towards him. He wasn’t into men but his pussy was out of control, he was beyond horny, and he needed relief.
Max dropped his pants and Roger felt an even larger wave of desire course through his body as he inspected Max’s clean shaven vagina, the brown lips slick with lubrication. Max moved closer and stood in front of Roger. Roger, still seated and fingering his cunt, leaned forward and began to trace the contours of Max’s vagina with his tongue, enjoying the salty taste. Max moaned in pleasure.
Roger needed something. He didn’t want to admit it but he needed to be filled. His pussy needed relief. He pulled back from Max and grabbed his phone, generating another sentence, which read “you are desperate for this trans-man to satisfy your pussy”
Roger realized he had a few options, he could get out of this situation entirely by changing the word desperate, or he could just enjoy it. He made his decision to change