Stranger at the DMV

Now serving F069

Immaturely I let out a chuckle. Looking down at my application, the number F071 stared back at me. 

"Just a few more to go, and I'm out of here," I sigh with partial relief.

"Uggghhh," the man sitting next to me groaned indiscreetly, causing a few heads to turn, "first the airport, and now this!"

"I hear you, man. By the way, where are you from?" I politely ask, attempting to offer this guy some casual chit-chat.

"Oh, you wouldn't understand," the man replied almost cryptically, "nice ID, by the way. May I take a look?"

Without waiting for a response, the man unclipped my ID from my application and looked at it momentarily. I looked at the stranger, puzzled by his strange actions. Upon returning the ID, he took a tattered leather notebook from his bag with brownish pages. A gust of wind would probably blow the cover right off. After a few scribbles and an electric beam shooting out from the book later, I was on my knees, sucking the man off.

His cock was beautiful. His body is so sexy. His scent was intoxicating. He was perfect, and my newfound desire was to please him by using every ounce of my body and staying laser-focused on milking his balls.

Every concern and responsibility I had planned for my appointment was meaningless. Unimportant. Just like me. I was the stranger's pocket pussy. As mindless and brainless as the hundreds of tapping phone games, you pull out in waiting rooms for entertainment. Only I was better. A living, breathing bombshell bent to the wishes of my master. Now a blowjob. Maybe doggy or cowgirl in ten. Finish off with some cuddles. The possibilities were endless.

Bystanders sat around us sleeping, on their phones, or filling out applications. An elderly couple shuffled to their window. Children ran around shouting. But none seemed to notice the dirty sex act happening mere inches away from them. 

The man finally pulled his dick out of my mouth with a pop. My mouth remained open in an o shape where his cock used to be just moments ago. The salty taste of pre cum was all that remained. 

"Wait here. This dad will make a great slut. I have an eye for guys who will become good cock hungry bimbos for me."

Obediently my body froze up as the stranger walked away. My mind was cloudy and fuzzy, but I could tell this young dad was accompanying his son for the behind-the-wheel driving test.

The two of them were busy at a window when the stranger approached. My eyes were frozen, so I could only see a few movements out of the corner of my eye. Part of whatever this sick man did to me left me quite dumbed down. All I could comprehend hearing was some laughs before the man sat back down and pulled out the same mysterious book that put me in this situation. 

Suddenly, crawling into my vision on the floor was a busty redhead with a dump truck of an ass stretching every piece of fabric in her tight leggings. The stranger wasted no time, and it was clear he was ready to bust a load down this babe's throat. Grabbing the back of her head, the man eagerly had the girl suck him off hard and dry.

The former man locked eyes with mines, and I could make out a glimpse of his trapped mind behind all the moans and bouncing. Our moment of shared humility broke when her eyes crossed from the firehose of semen gushing into her mouth and deep down her stomach. A muffled moan filled my ears as her body collapsed from a seemingly mind-numbing orgasm for submissively giving the man a blowjob.

In a surprising act of resistance and strong will, she pulled her mouth free, but her mind was visibly in contradiction with how she felt, brought on by the power the stranger exhibited on both of us.

"Clean it up bitch. No, lick it clean, you dirty slut. There you go. Who is a good girl for Daddy? You're no longer daddy. I'm your daddy now, and your my good little cum dumpster. How about you girls show me what your pussies can do. Come on now, let's find a comfy place for all three of us. Maybe that boy of yours can join us later," the stranger laughed as he led us to a room with large tables.

Holding hands, the redhead and I walked into whatever the man had in store for us. We were at the complete mercy of this man. It was scary but, at the moment, in our young horny teen bodies, also exciting.

Now serving F071

Epilogue:

Two hours passed, and the stranger did what he came here to do.

"Don't come looking for me. You will never find me. No one will believe you two. You will only have each other to bond over this experience. Or not. You can each lead your own separate lives, never talking about what happened today. I know you guys have lives to live, so I'll happily turn you guys back to normal."

"Don't you want another piece of this hot ass baby," I cooed sexily, twirling hair with my cum pasted fingers. 

"Please, master! Another taste of your hot sperm. I promise I'll be a good girl this time," the redhead chimed in with puppy eyes and a cute little pout. Fresh cum leaked from her stretched vagina and ran down her long sexy legs.

With a wink, the man walked out of the DMV and out of our lives for good. A minute or two passed, and we both got our bodies back. I missed my appointment, and the dad had a lot of explaining to do with his son. Whether our threesome with the stranger made the wait at the DMV less dreadful was up for debate. Even I didn't know the answer to that. But I have to admit there is something freeing, heavenly, and hot about being a fucktoy for someone with godlike powers.

The Intern: Part 1

"Good morning, beautiful people! I'm glad everyone could join us today for this untimely emergency Zoom meeting. To get the ball rolling, I'll quickly recap my last-minute email for those of us who may not be fully awake yet," Anthony, our lead Ph.D. student, laughed, "Due to some unprecedented changes brought to the attention of our professor, we need to make some adjustments to the design of our robot before we can begin the study with campus participants. Failure to do so may result in cuts to our funds by our research sponsors, so this is very important and urgent!"

"Thank you for that recap. I'll take it from here, Anthony," Robin, our design specialist, stepped in, "Before we proceed with the agenda, I just wanted to double-check that everyone is here. Is our programming team present?"

As the dozens of graduate students checked their mics and gave short summaries of their progress in the study, I slowly started to wander in my thoughts. As a freshman in college who moved quite far from my family and hometown, I focused on getting involved in as many on-campus activities as possible. On my application, I initially got accepted as an undecided student, but after my first semester, I became interested in engineering. It was difficult for someone with no prior "engineering experience," so to speak, to get into engineering clubs, design teams, or research. As a result, I was disheartened and beginning to doubt my decision to study engineering, however; one evening, a robotics research lab emailed me about my application and invited me to work alongside them as an undergrad intern. It was a no-brainer decision, and I happily accepted. One month later, here I am, a full-fledged team member!"

"And last but not least, is our undergrad intern here? Umm, hello? Our undergrad intern. Can you hear me? Maybe he forgot to connect to the audio."

"Oh, yes, sorry! I'm here! My earbuds weren't working for a sec," I lied to play off my embarrassment.

"That's fine just making sure since you are the first person on our agenda today."

"W-what me?!" I blurted out. Usually, these meetings consisted of me watching and listening to technical jargon I didn't understand.

"Yeah, you! You are a member of our lab, after all, aren't you?" Robin teased.

"Umm, yes! I mean, yes, sorry," I meekly replied, blushing.

"Oh, don't be so worried. It's just a simple task we have for you today. And I just wanted to mention what a great job you have been doing this last month helping all of our grad students here with this great project we have going on! Can we give our intern a round of applause, guys?"

"Thank you, Robin! And thank you, everyone. It's been a fun last couple of weeks. I just wanted to say I'm so grateful to be working with such intelligent and understanding people despite my limited knowledge and experience in engineering and research."

"Oh, don't be so modest!" Robin replied, laughing through the unionized clapping. "If you would be so kind as to check the group chat. I sent the updated CAD model for a small piece of the robot's framework. Just something to hold a new sensor we are going to install. As you may know, Brian toasted our lab's 3D printer from all the Star Wars tie fighter models he's been printing. Just upload that file into your 3D printer and let it print. It should only take a few minutes."

"Of course, Robin! I'll do that now!" Buying that 3D printer last year cost me a pretty penny, but I say it was well worth it now that I have 3D printing experience. Probably, the one highlight in my application and the most helpful skill I have for this lab. My heart was still racing a bit from the out-of-the-blue clapping ceremony. It was nice, though, and one of the many reasons I enjoyed working with this large group of guys. They were all a big group of nerdy bros. Not much different from how I saw myself. Once I got the printer all setup and printing, I sat back down for the rest of the meeting.

Everything continued like usual until-.

"Hey, intern, are you alright?"

"W-what? Umm yeah, I'm good. Why?"

"It's just that we noticed you've been squirming around in your seat for a while now."

"Oh yeah, sorry, it's just this chair. I've been meaning to-," A quick glance at my seat caused my heart to leap into my throat. My boxers somehow found a way to ride up my now squishy thighs to envelop my flat crotch. At the moment, my hand wasn't drawn to the empty feeling of being dickless, but rather to the still-expanding curve of my ass lifting and tugging my body left and right in my seat.

"H-how did this happen! I have boobs?! And my hair is different? No, something is definitely wrong here! I need to see a doctor or something! I'm like hallucinating because none of this can be real right now! I'm sorry, everyone," I apologize while getting out of my seat and feeling the weight of my butt and perky breasts swaying with every motion. "I apologize again. I just-."

"Feeling horny?"

"H-huh? Robin, what are you saying?"

"In heat, maybe? It's ok. Relieve some of that pent-up pressure. We're all friends here."

"I...I...Th-that..." My heart started to race again. I could feel the gaze of everyone in the meeting on every inch of my slender body. Robin was right, though. Where my dick should be, I felt an aching, dying need. Not a familiar throbbing of blood rushing to my dick, but a moist, sticky desire to free my pussy into the fresh open air. My delicate fingers pulled my black panties to the side, and I was so distracted by this growing feeling of lust that I didn't notice my webcam honing in on my blossoming pink flower.

To calm my racing thoughts, I dove a couple of fingers into my tight pussy. I winced from a quick sharp pinch of pain. However, I was quickly overtaken by an explosion of pleasure my original male body was never capable of. It was humiliating, but there I was, masturbating in front of all my mentors and moaning into my open mic. I shrieked and screamed as I squirted all over my rug and chair. My body calmed for a bit as it recharged from my orgasm, but I knew in a matter of seconds, the helpless feeling of lust and desire to fill my pussy, will return.

Returning from la la land, I saw and heard everyone in the meeting laughing. I started to suspect something was up.

"That was very sexy, darling. I think the 3D printing has finished. Can you be a dear and show us the piece," Anthony exclaimed with his dick in his hands. Cum running down the sides of his pretty cock. 

Deep down, I knew not to listen to a word any of these creeps said. But somewhere in the back of my mind, a tiny voice told me to obey. As if summoned by the words "darling" and "dear," I felt somewhat obligated to submit as an intern and give up on any attempts to suppress the voice. Turning my head to the 3D printer, my eyes locked onto a clear glass dildo with a small flower trapped in the hilt.  

A strange and unearthly glow pulsed outwards from the curvy dildo. My eyes were pulled towards it like a magnet unable to escape its firm grasp on my mind. My jaw started to slack as my mouth slowly started to make an o shape. Ready to suck the glass toy and all thoughts out of my head. But I had to resist. I can't let the magic of this glass dick control me!

Pre-Nut Clarity

A soft, stifled moan escaped Alex's mouth as he lay slumped in an overly large, cushioned red vinyl chair. Alex's childhood friend Colton would've laughed at the strange and embarrassing moment if he, too, wasn't knocked out in a seat beside him. A growing wet spot on Colton's crotch, emphasized by his conspicuous erection, confirmed that he was experiencing the same sexual pleasure as Alex. But what could be causing these two boys to squirm in their seats as they slept? A difficult question indeed for any onlooker if it weren't for the two snake-like tubes connected to metal caps clasped onto both of their heads. 

The Memory Lounge! A state-of-the-art facility owned by the largest virtual reality entertainment company. Great strides in neuroscience and biology gave birth to innovative devices allowing the user to relive their oldest memories. People from all over the country flocked to the Memory Lounge to relive their good times. A trip down memory lane isn't cheap, though. Only the richest of society, like celebrities, politicians, and CEOs, could enjoy this leisurely luxury. Alex, the son of a multimillionaire businessman at the head of a successful tech company and an exceptional athletic star at Cornell, was more than eager to relive his simpler high school days. Unbeknownst to him and his best friend Colton, the man operating the machine had different plans for these privileged boys.

"1970s on a secluded retreat to the British Virgin Islands, taken by that slut of a wife he has! She was sucking snobby frat; boy dicks left and right before she settled with that prick! I'll never forgive what he did to our family business, playing us like fools! Well, I'm going to give him an exclusive opportunity to try out my father's latest invention. If his son's mind is intact, he can tell him all about it."

Norman's dad's update to the memory lounge allowed the user to relive the memory of closely related family members. Before trapping the mind of Alex's dad in an endless loop of memories, Norman had to make sure the device actually worked. Much to his relief, he was now seeing the muscular and killer body of Alex reduced to the slim and petite body of his blonde bombshell mom 30 years ago. Joining in on her sexy pool party adventure was Colton grabbing a handful of cock and smiling in the body of his mom and lifelong friend to Alex's mom.

Alex expected to be holding the hand of his high school sweetheart in a luxurious ballroom where his senior prom was but was instead breathing in the salty ocean air and riding the dick of a man he had never seen before! Wait, riding a dick? Omg!! I'm a girl...named Melany...and..fuck~ his dick feels SO FUCKEN GOOD!!! YES FUCK ME JUST LIKE THAT!!!! DON'T STOP PRETTY BOY!!! POUND MY VIRGIN PUSSY!!! OH FUCK!!!!

Much to Alex's horror, he couldn't stop screaming out in pleasure despite all his mental power to resist. His body was on autopilot, and there was nothing he, nor Colton, could do. Suddenly his mind went completely blank, and when he regained consciousness, the scene changed. Staring straight into his eyes was his dad!? Albeit, a much younger version of his dad. Scooping Alex off his feet, he now noticed Colton was gone and that he was wearing a white dress.

The 1980s, the wedding!

He should be disgusted, but being so vulnerable and having his wedding gown stripped off one by one made his racing heart flutter with anticipation. He loved this man. Sure, it was his dad from the past, but he truly felt a deep passion for him. He was perfect and everything he ever dreamed of in a man. Where was this hunk when she was getting pounded during her college years?

It didn't matter now. She was now married to the love of her life and was ready to have his seed shot deep inside her. The sex was amazing and 100% the best cock she has ever tasted inside of her.

YES, JUST LIKE THAT!!! LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES!!! GIVE ME YOUR HOT STEAMY CUM!! OHHHHH FUUUUUCKKKK!!!!!

And just like that, I experienced the most mind-numbing orgasm in my life.  I looked longingly into the eyes of my newlywed husband and whispered I love you. Hearing, I love you too Melany, brought me so much joy and happiness. I'll be the best mother for our baby!

Maybe not as romantic as Alex, but Colton was definitely having his own happy ending in the body of his step-sister. Maybe filming pornos and staying a slut a while longer in life won't be so bad!