"Okay, okay." Babs says, still giggling. "You can't very well go around with a balloon
poodle where your cock ought to be. I'll take care of it."
You let her up, and stand up straight as she kneels in front of you and begins to work.
The moment her hands touch your twisted latex donkeyhood, you lose all ability to
concentrate and you close your eyes as you become overwhelmed with arousal. You're
amazed at how sensitive it is-- you expect to climax at any moment but your arousal just
grows more intense as she squeezes and manipulates your balloon dick. You wonder if an
inflatable
donkey can even have an orgasm. Then, just as you think you can't bear any more, it
stops. All sensation from your penis is gone, as if it suddenly went numb. This jars you
back to attention and as you open your eyes you see a little baloon poodle cavorting
playfully on the ground in front of you, and Babs looking up at you with a deeply
unsettling smile on her latex face.
You reach down to your crotch and where moment ago your penis had been you find a
smooth patch of latex interrupted only with a small, tied off balloon end. As you look on
in astonishment the little poodle yips a squeaky little bark and scampers out of the room.
"There," Babs says, closing a small pocket knife. "Problem solved."