The Best Medicine (Is Horse Dick, I’m Sorry)
It had been a long day. Mercy swayed nervously through the kitchen, trying her best. Truth be told, while she was a very decent chef, she hadn’t actually tried to use a stove in forever. She was just so accustomed to ordering out constantly. The pizza place recognized her voice, and the takeout places knew the days they ordered since they were consistent. Somehow, that was depressing, especially since Mercy wished she could cook more. There were plenty of things she wished she did more, but at least tonight she was going to, along with Pharah. Tonight, they were finally going to get so many things they wanted to do, done.
A blast of heat hit Mercy’s face as she opened the stove door. Quickly, she shoved in the pan, filled with carrots and steak, thick potatoes, and a few dashes of onions. She closed the door, and grinned. She’d spent a fair deal of the night before Pharah got back to the apartment working on the meal, but she knew it was going to be worth it. It was a placebo effect; just because she cooked it, it was going to taste better than anyone else’s. She hoped Pharah would feel the same.
Now that one thing was ready, Mercy had to get ready for the other. The night would be a twofer. Mercy would be pleased enough just having a meal served for her tired girlfriend, but there was something that said girlfriend has always felt like she would have to do. Mercy slipped out of lounging clothes, just a sweater and some black stockings and a skirt. And as she peeled down her skirt and stocking, she could see that big thing that Pharah wanted to do. It was a little limp, but just thinking about Pharah stirred some life into it.
It was long, so long that when it hung limp it reached her knees, and when it was hung it went beyond her navel. It was pink and smooth, with a few spots along it to give it that animal-istic look. Mercy gave it a pat as the head of it rose up, the whole shaft solidifying with excitement. “I can hardly imagine how few girls want a girl with baggage like I do.” She chuckled, giving her cock a little pet, rubbing down along the shaft. It sent shivers up her spine, cat a getting scratched. She leaned into her own pets before she realized she had just stared at the mirror and spent three minutes just rubbing herself. It was hard since just touching her cock was like an off-switch for her brain.
Into the bedroom, Mercy searched around. Her cock swayed as she walked. When it was too hard, it was just a big unwieldly pole that would bash around like a spear fishing for something to stick in. When limp, it would bash between her legs if she didn’t wear something tight enough to keep it in place. Not to mention the two orbs dangling between her legs. At least they weren’t a foot long. Mercy dug into the drawers, looking for something. Bent over, her rear swayed, her balls joined in, all pristine and pallid. She dug through her clothes until she found a little number she had been saving. “Pharah should appreciate this…” She grinned. It was a set of black lingerie, all lacy and skimpy. It fit nicely around her, from stockings, to garter belts, to thong, to the thin top with a veil. Her cock wasn’t even partly disguised by the attire, which is good, the cock was the main attraction.
Whilst the two have shared a very nice relationship, there had always been a snag. It wasn’t that Mercy’s cock was exotic, not at all, Pharah had an equally exotic cock, the issue was length. Pharah loved to give oral, and Mercy had a cock that could choke a giraffe. That meant for mishaps that would spoil the mood, or maybe lightly hurt Pharah’s pride, which that girl loved her pride. She wanted to be told why she was great, and then smother you in praise in return. She was humble, sure, but humbleness and pride can live in the same soul.
Luckily, Pharah said she had been practicing. Practicing for a while. Mercy could hear the door open to the apartment. She heard armor drop to the side, keys jingle jangle. She’s home.
“Angela?” Fareeha said as she came in the door.
“Fareeha~” Mercy beckoned from the bedroom, trying to sound as lustful as she could. Come on in honey~ Angela thought, come see your sinful angel.
“Do you know where the pizza coupons are?” Fareeha asked, sounding like she was fishing around in the drawers out there. Mercy got a confused expression.
“W-what?” Angela cleared her throat. “I mean, they should be where I left them. Look, hun, I’ve got something in the oven.”
“Really?” Fareeha replied. “Wow, you really do, what’s the occasion-“ Fareeha entered the bedroom. Her eyes were wide, staring down at Angela, all dolled up in her sinful attire. The black was rich on her pale skin. She looked like a cherub done up in dark. “You…” She was taken aback, and she was normally so composed. “Wow, you really went all out. Food and dicks… You really know the way to a girl’s heart.”
“Good~” Mercy grinned, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Come here~ You said you’ve been practicing deep throating?” Angela shot a wink that made Fareeha’s knees go wobbly. The dark beauty approached the tainted angel, staring at the shuddering horsecock between her legs as she came over. She got down on her knees, her face stunned, like she was examining a work of art close up. She planted a kiss on the shaft. Angela’s head nearly exploded from that. All the excitement for that moment blew things out of proportions, and a single touch was like fireworks.
Eagerly worshipping, Fareeha worked the rest of her clothes off, never taking her eyes off the thick cock between her girlfriend’s legs. Fareeha moved her dark hair, adjusting it so as to prepare. She would have looked nervous, if it weren’t for the fact she never hesitated. She moved in slowly, but speed has nothing to do with confidence. A scared girl, someone who showed their anxiety would slow down as the reality of it dawned on them, as they got closer than they were willing to bluff. Fareeha slid her head down, put the cock to her lips, and put the cock in her mouth, running it over her tongue.
She was never able to take the whole cock before, never. It always had to end early, and the two would have to cool down for a second. Angela could feel her anxiety fill the room with a thick fog. If Fareeha caught on to how anxious Angela was, she end up screwing about, or getting nervous too. That couldn’t happen. Mercy ran her fingers against the back of Pharah’s head, gently massaging her, easing her on with just the tips of her fingers, letting her do all the real work.
Slipping in slowly, a little lower than half of her cock vanished down Fareeha’s throat. She made a hesitant sound, but she kept going. It felt so incredible, but Angela did her best to hold on to her sanity. She gripped Fareeha’s head a little harder, she kicked her feet a little and bit her lip. She couldn’t just let loose and blow her cock in and out of her girlfriend, she had to know she was safe first. Fareeha slid a little more in, just a bit. She stopped and hesitated. She sounded like something was wrong, and made a muffled moan. Mercy started to pull back, but then, it happened.
Pharah just threw herself forward. Slick slide, and Mercy felt every inch of her throat slide against her cock. A loud thwap, and Mercy felt Pharah’s lips touch down and splash on her crotch. She stared down at her mocha girlfriend. Her face was clear all the way down, her dark lips touching pale skin. She stared up with tearing eyes, but all the same, she did it. She conquered the horse cock. She probably would have smiled if her lips weren’t so busy, and she couldn’t make too many noises. Instead, she gave a thumbs up.
Angela took it as a sign. That, and her she lost her last grip. The sight of her swallowing the whole cock was just too much. She lost it. Her hips started to buck. It was irregular at first, just once every few seconds. Fareeha seemed to take it well, so Angela thrusted harder, and more often. Soon, she was thrusting constantly, really ramming down her throat. Fareeha took every blow, making muffled moans as she reached down to her own cock. Angela couldn’t see it, but she knew she’d have to sit on Fareeha’s cock later. She loved it as much as Fareeha loved Angela’s.
The throat fucking went on and on, Angela discovering just how much pleasure she could get out of oral. Obviously, she had never found anyone who could please her like Fareeha could. There was no one brave enough to even attempt her cock, let alone actually achieve surmounting it from base to peak. An Everest climber would pick Everest over her mountain of a cock any day. So how fitting that a girl whose reached even higher heights would take a chance and see what it was like to be the first to deep throat the angel’s horse dick.
From flared tip to base, the whole thing was drenched in drool. Fareeha became louder and messier, the extra drool splatting, the few tears running down her face. Her gag reflex was completely numbed and overcome, so any speed seemed possible. Fareeha even urged them to go faster, bobbing her neck back and forth like a hungry bird. Angela was eager to please as she lost her grasp on what slowing down was. She was horny, mad horny, and this was the best gift she could have asked for.
She couldn’t go forever, though. Always, she could go harder. She stood up, put Fareeha’s head in just the right place, and fucked her twice as hard, with her knees joining in the bucking. Hard as she went, she still couldn’t go forever. The number of thrusts she had left was a dwindling number, and eventually it reached the end. Angela gasped, announcing in her light Swiss accent, “C-cumming!” She thrusted a few more times, feeling that intense thunderbolt ride up her cock. The cum came out, leaving her whole body in jitters as she drained directly down her girlfriend’s throat. She gasped, popping her cock out. Fareeha cough a few times, cum drooling down her lips.
“Haha…Hahaha…” She cleared her throat, and licked some of the cum from her lips. “Looks like you aren’t so tough anymore.”
“It took a lot of work though.” Angela smiled, helping Fareeha up onto her feet and into the bed before giving her a kiss. “I’m proud of you.”
“I do what I set my mind to, you know that.” Fareeha poked Angela’s nose, grinning at her happy little angel. “Thank you, this was so nice to come home to.”
“Mmm…” Angela moved down Fareeha’s legs. “And this…” Angela’s fingers probed the length between Fareeha’s legs. It was thick, and happy to see her as the pre spilled from the tip. It was covered in ridges, a little twisted looking, and scaly. A nice, fat, dragon dick. “This helps make sure I’m excited for you to come home every night.”
“Well go ahead.” Fareeha smiled. “Make like an excited dog, and greet it~”
“Woof woof.” Angela thrusted her hips into the air, and came crashing down on the spiny, ridged cock like a trained diver. She hung her head back and moaned, her flaccid cock instantly hardened. She was in heaven. Her fat wobbly rear just instantly moved, knowing exactly what it wanted to do.
“Good girl.” Fareeha smiled up at Angela. Angela knew how to make her happy. She loved two things more than anything else in the bedroom; a challenge, and a power fantasy. “Give me a little woof again?~”
“Woof woof~” Angela moved her hips. She was used to all the ridges, the spikes, the spiny smooth tip. That cock was her life, such a big part of who she was in the bed room. All the way along the length, she was used to every spike, every way it moved. She was a good dog in the bed room, or a seductive angel, either role she was happy to play as long as get her familiar friend. “Mistress~ I love your dick so much.”
“I know.” Fareeha smiles, rubbing a hand along Angela’s cheek. “Keep going, you’re doing so good~”
“Arf arf!” She kept going. She went even harder then, thrusting her hips as roughly as she could. She rode the cock eagerly, her fat tits wobbling. She hadn’t even noticed them, so fixated on making sure her cock was good and ready, but Angela was very, very busty. Fareeha always made a point to toy with them, groping her, suckling her, teething her, she was always very soft at first, but got rough very suddenly. Case in point, Fareeha, after staring at the fat pale tits wobble, leaned forward, and knocked Angela onto her back. Her legs in the air, her girlfriend rocked hard into her, leaning forward to take tit in her mouth, suckling on the pink nub with her lips, rolling it in her mouth eagerly. Her suckling got sloppy and loud, as did her fucking.
The bed would ache if it could feel what they were doing. Fareeha’s dark abs were shimmering and ripped. She was amazingly fit, with the body of a girl who would have to wear heavy armor. Her abs rippled as she pounded back and forth into her girlfriend beneath her, her hips thrusting as hard and as fast as she could manage. Her cooes got louder, but they were never louder than Angela’s. She couldn’t think straight when Fareeha got excited, and all that could come out where moans, and confused attempts at trying to stay the cute dog girl that Fareeha craved. Sometimes, when there was a collar around her neck, she’d have an easier time recalling she was supposed to bark.
“Awoooo~” She howled. That seemed to please Fareeha. She leaned forward and nibbled along Angela’s neck, smothering her in kisses and little bites. She could only thrust a few more times, before Fareeha hilted inside her doggy girlfriend, and burst inside her. Angela squealed as she came with her, hanging her head back against the mattress as the two were joined in a creamy festivity. They panted, letting the fog clear from the aftermath.
Then, they smelled the burning food.
“Yes, that is the ride address. Thank you…” Angela put down the phone. Fareeha pulled on the lash. Angela fell down to all fours, and padded over to Fareeha. “Mistress… They said the pizza will be here in thirty minutes.”
“Good.” Fareeha smiled, petting her on the head. “I appreciated the thought, you know. I can’t wait until next time. Then, we’ll make sure to watch the food…”
“Yes… I mean, woof.” For now, they would settle with being a little kinky while waiting for the pizza. At least they got extra peperoni. That was almost as good as what Mercy was making, anyways.