This choice: Nothing; instead, Ms. Clemonts just closes the door behind you... • Go Back...Chapter #5Nothing; instead, Ms. Clemonts just closes the ... by: Lediblock   You head into Ms. Clemonts' living room, not noticing as she closes and locks the door behind you with a devious little smile to herself, and look around. It's a nice place, with cozy furniture and soft carpets, but there's nothing here that's really out of the ordinary; nothing that you could easily assume to be a gift for you.
"Um, Ms. Clemonts? I don't get it." You say to her, turning around and looking towards the entrance hall. "I don't see anything along the lines of a surprise or anythi-"
Your question dies in your throat as the cow-woman enters the room, all blood flow being redirected from your brain down to your crotch. She's undone several more of the buttons on the front of her dress, exposing a good portion of her plump belly and letting her massive mammaries hang free and proud, bouncing and jiggling slightly with every step she takes. She looks down at you with hungry, half-lidded eyes set in a smoldering gaze, and her thick tongue runs itself along her lips as she stalks toward you, her wide hips swinging from side to side like a pendulum that your eyes can't help but be drawn towards.
"Oh, that's fine, sug." She croons, her low, husky voice causing your pants to instantly feel even tighter than they had already. "I didn't put your surprise on th' counter or anything. Of course..." She trails a hand over the still-closed buttons down her front, licking her lips lasciviously. "If you wanna 'open it up' on th' counter, that's fine by me."
"Wh-what do you mean by that, M-Ms. Clemonts?" You finally squeak out, your knees trembling and your voice horse. The immense bovine beauty just chuckles deeply.
"Isn't it obvious, li'l fella?" She asks, padding even closer towards you and bending low to give you an ample eyeful of her deep cleavage before cupping your crotch with one hand; as she gives it a gentle squeeze, the bulge in your groin somehow grows even larger. "But firs' things firs', don't call me Ms. Clemonts. It makes me feel old." She leans down to whisper in your ear, her voice a rough, sensual whisper. "When we're done here, you'll be callin' me 'lover'."
Your mouth opens, but no sound comes out; you're too stunned to properly make out any intelligible words. Finally, your brain snaps out of its breast-induced coma and settles on a definite plan of action....  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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