I’m sitting in my car again, the place where all of this started and I’m suffering through a flop sweat episode. I know that doesn’t sound very sexy and that’s because it’s not. It’s gross and uncomfortable and I am rapidly running out of the stash of napkins I keep in my glove compartment trying to keep the armpits of my uniform from being drenched when I walk through the door. Today marks the one month point at this job and I am finally starting to get to know some of the people I work with beyond names and roles. And today also marks the point at which the insatiable monster that has awoken in me comes to work for the first time.

The job doesn’t pay well but it’s in the realm of what I want to do with my life, apart from Cumming as often and in front of as many people as I can without going to jail that is. When I applied for the part time position I thought I was going to be safe here. It is a veterinary office, after all, and most of my days would be spent cleaning out kennels and comforting nervous pets. The office manager who did my interview was an average middle age lady in every way, perfectly nice and clearly not into anything kinky. I didn’t spy any particularly attractive women or Hot men as I was given the tour of the office and I thought this is the kind of place I could get some peace from my insane urges and enjoy another aspect of life.

That lasted until my second day. I was in the medical supply room grabbing a syringe for the Dr, minding my own business and enjoying myself, there was an insanely cute boxer puppy getting his shots next door and I’d fallen in Love with his ridiculous underbite, when the door opened. I didn’t think much of it, this was a busy part of the office with people coming and going all the time so I didn’t turn around as I finished collecting what I needed. When I turned around to head back to the exam room I was still looking down, reading the package to make sure I’d grabbed the right gauge needle and ran head first into a wall of a man and my hands jerked out to stop myself from falling. And so it was that I met the vet tech equivalent of Dr. Dreamy by punching him lightly in the balls with a syringe.

He doubled over immediately, letting out a pained oof and I backed up in shock and horror. I immediately began to stutter out an apology as he tried to straighten up and say it was no big deal, he was fine. But the tears in the corners of his eyes and the redness of his face made the lie plain to see. Being the awkward and social idiot that I am my instinct was to flee the room with excuses and apologies and hope that I never had to see him again in this life, you know like a moron.

I made it back to the exam room and handed the syringe over to the vet who asked me to hold the scared little boxer while she prepared his shots. The sweet eyes and cold nose of the brave little fella helped distract me from the social train wreck of the last few minutes and I tried my best to shove it down and move on with my day. Miraculously, I didn’t see Mr. Dreamy for the rest of that day, it was a busy Saturday and I guess we just kept missing each other or he was actively avoiding me to keep from getting dick punched again.

I didn’t have another shift until Tuesday of the next week and by then I had mostly forgotten the encounter and was excited for another afternoon filled with sweet animals and learning the trade. I walked through the door, clocking in on my phone, and nearly duplicated the scene from the medical supply room. Dreamy was standing just inside the door, with his back to me this time thank God, and I looked up just in time to avoid an actual collision. I was, however, inches from his back as he spun around to see what was coming, putting our faces in incredibly close proximity. We are talking the distance you linger at for a moment before going in for the first kiss, looking longingly at the other persons waiting lips and imagining the pleasure of what you’re about to experience.

I was frozen, not yet by sexual desire, that would come later and in force, but by sheer panic and horror. The moment lingered and became increasingly awkward until he finally broke the spell and stepped back laughing.

“What I want to say is, ‘we have got to stop meeting like this’, but that is such a tired cliche I’m afraid I’d embarrass myself more than I already have. I’m sorry, I’m Michael and before you ask my testicles have made a full recovery, no harm no foul. What’s your name?”

I was still frozen, I am only bold and outspoken once the monster is fully in the driver seat. Without her I am shy and awkward and riddled with social anxiety. He introduced himself with a status report on his testicles… which I guess makes sense in context but I had never talked with a man about his balls outside of the throws of passion. I stuttered for a few syllables and the finally got out:

“I… my… I mean… Rach… well Rachel actually, nobody calls me Rach… Sometimes my Mom does but she’s the only one and you can call me Rach or Rachel, or whatever.”

There was so much blood in my cheeks it’s a wonder there was any left for the rest of my body. Rach? Really? What the hell was happening. My Mom had called me that, when I was 10. Nobody had called me Rach since then. I followed up this incredibly strange introduction with a half hearted extended hand that anyone could be forgiven for mistaking as a weak wave rather than an invitation to shake hands. Michael was more than gracious and saved me from further embarrassment by reaching out and grabbing my flailing hand and guiding it into a proper handshake.

“Sorry about the other day, certainly not the way to make a first impression on a beautiful girl, doubled over in pain and spluttering.” He stopped for a chuckle here, making it seem like he was the one to blame for all the awkwardness in that, and this, encounter. And did he really think I was beautiful or was he just making small talk.

“We didn’t get to meet on your first day, I was out on vacation. But I have heard nothing but wonderful things from everyone else and I can’t wait to get to know you better. You’re in college to be a veterinarian right?”

His casual manner was soothing the raging embarrassment and I was beginning to put together coherent thought. If was going to pretend this was a normal encounter then maybe I could too. I looked up for the first time and truly saw his face. He was gorgeous, maybe a few years older than me, short and well groomed beard, strong jaw, and GOD he was fit! Not in that annoying body builder or CrossFit junky kind of way. It was clear he worked out and was very athletic but he didn’t come off like one of those guys that spend 4 hours a day at the gym and talk about their protein diet and body health routines. He just looked like someone who took care of himself and could bench press my petite frame if he wanted to.

“Yeah… that’s right. It’s been a dream since I can remember. I Love animals and people, even if I don’t have much of a clue how to properly interact with the latter, and I want to help them both.”

“That’s amazing Rachel, and from what I hear you’re selling yourself short on the people front. Dr. Kennedy says your bedside manner with the animals is only matched by your graciousness with people. You genuinely make people feel at peace even in the tough situations. Sounds to me like you were made for this.”

With every additional line of flattery I was more intrigued by this man and a little skeptical. I had been flirted with before, of course, but I couldn’t tell if this was that or if he was just a genuinely good guy who was generous with compliments and not afraid to lift other people up. This is when the monster popped up in the back of my head and mentioned that he was also rather tall and probably had a great dick to boot and wandered if we could get him to show it to us. The blush returned to my cheeks at the inner monologue but fortunately it could also be a result of the compliments.

“I don’t know what to say to that, but thank you very much, I Love it here, everyone is incredibly nice and Dr. Kennedy is a great teacher.”

“She is certainly that, well I need to get back to it and I’m sure you’re trying to get your shift started. It was great to meet you officially and I’ll see you around.”

He reached up and patted my shoulder and I noticed the lack of a ring on his finger and my interest went up another notch or two. He didn’t seem like he would be anywhere near as freaky as me but then again, nobody would guess what kind of kinky freak I was when they met me either. I looked and acted like a perfectly normal little church girl right up until I wasn’t and the monster decided then and there that we were going to find out if Michael had a dark side.

Which leads me to the aforementioned unattractively flop sweating in the car. Several more weeks have passed and I’ve grown convinced that Michael is doing more than being positive and complimenting me, he is definitely flirting with me. I guess all the magazines are wrong, the way to meet a great guy is to start by punching him the balls with a sharp needle in your hand. We’ve grown close enough to joke about that now and today I’m taking it one step further. I stopped by the sporting goods store on the way in to work today and picked up a jock strap and cup to give him as a gag gift. I had to ask for help to make this purchase and telling a strange man the dimensions and approximate size of Michaels package was a strange and, for me, arousing experience. I had told the guy that I was picking this up for my boyfriend and he assumed I had all the pertinent data to make this purchase, I had no idea how involved this process was. And I couldn’t back up now and say it didn’t matter, that it was just a gag gift for a friend. So, I had to imagine what Michaels Dick and balls looked like, how big the cup needed to be and then describe that to the sales guy. We made it through and by the time I got to the check out the monster was insisting on getting a glimpse and I found myself getting a little wet with all that imagining.

This led to the next thing that had me sweating in my car. After leaving the sporting goods store all I could think about was Michaels penis and imaging it growing erect as I slowly undressed in front of him. There is a small Adult novelty store down the street from the sporting goods store and as I passed it an insane idea popped into my head. I pulled a U-turn and whipped into the parking lot hoping no-one would recognize my car here. I practically ran inside, ducking my head and as I came through the door. The chime sounded announcing my presence and my breath caught as I looked around at aisles of dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, and even whips and swings. The pictures on the boxes were of mostly women, with everything bare but their nipples, engaging in all sorts of exciting activities with the products advertised. My nipples swelled and the monster was immediately in the driver seat and we were headed over the cliff. A store like this hit all of my buttons and I was like an alcoholic at an open bar.

I heard a faint “hello there” from the back of the store as a surprisingly respectable looking middle aged man made his way towards me. I guess I expected all people who worked in a place like this to be sleeze balls but that was just my upbringing talking.

“What can I help you with young lady? Looking for yourself or someone else?”

I wasn’t sure what to say, normal every day me would be blushing and stuttering right now in insane embarrassment, but the monster was driving.

“A little of both actually. There is this guy I want to get with and I want him to know I want him but I think it’s important to let him know I’m kind of a freak right out of the gate. But I want to do that without scaring him off.”

Rational me shuddered in the corner of my mind at so boldly telling this stranger that I wanted to bang someone and I needed help deciding how to tell him I liked as many eyes as I could get on my slick, wet, bald Pussy while I got off.

“Well, if you don’t mind me saying so he is one hell of a lucky man! Have you considered a butt plug?”


I guess I shouldn’t be shocked that he had a suggestion at the ready and went straight for it without niceties or delicate terms. We were after all in a Sex shop.

“No, I can’t say that I’ve ever considered one actually.”

“Well, in my experience, nothing gets a man going faster than a lady wearing a butt plug and it tends to be the kind of thing only the fun kind of ladies like to do, or at least admit that they like to do. Can I show you a few?”

“Yeah, I think that would be great, but I may need a little more info as we go on how this works. I’ve had a little attention paid to my butt lately but never been penetrated there. I can’t say it was unpleasant but I’m a little nervous about putting something all the way up there.”

“Not to worry, they come in all sizes and I can show you a beginner one that won’t hurt a bit.”

He led me back past the aisle of dildos and my eyes grew large at the size of some of the monsters and I actually gasped a little when we passed a large silicon fist. The shop owner turned around and laughed a little.

“If you haven’t seen that before you must be a recently converted freak in the bedroom, young lady there are many levels of freak but I prefer the term kinky. Everyone wants to let loose sexually and enjoy themselves and there is nothing wrong with that, we aren’t freaks, we’re just Horny for each other.”

“That, sir is a very valid point and thank you for saying so. I am a fairly recent convert but I haven’t gotten into toys, my thing is that I like to be seen.”

“That’s amazing, I am quite fond of watching as it turns out.” He delivered this with a knowing wink and a shiver ran through my buddy. He wasn’t an unattractive man, a little overweight but not much and besides, it didn’t really matter what the voyuer looked like, just that they were there, watching.

“Here we are, as I said there are many sizes and even shapes here but I would recommend something from this row, they are all small, even though they may look intimidating. The anus can stretch an astonishing amount and you’ll notice the cone shape with a lip here. Once it’s inside of you this lip holds it in place and the tip here acts as a handle. I cannot speak as a lady of course but I am told it’s a deliciously full feeling having this inside of you while having Sex.”

My eyes tried to take all of it in and my mind tried to imagine the sensation of having one of these in me and it was almost too much. My skin was tingling and my heart was racing. At the same time the lips of my Pussy were swelling and I could feel a familiar spot of moisture growing on my panties while my nipples grew even harder and I knew they were standing out very visibly through my thin bra and shirt. These changes were not lost on the store keeper, His gaze was roaming freely up and down my body, likely emboldened by my admission that I was an exhibitionist.

“How do you get it in? I mean, wouldn’t it hurt? I have no problems with lubrication for vaginal insertion, I produce more than enough of that naturally, but I can’t figure out how you would get something like that inside your butthole.”

“Ah, simple enough, you really are new to this world huh? No worries, I am here to help.”

He moved one aisle over and came back with a tube of lubricant. It was obvious now he held it up for me, I’d seen it used on Porn videos but my mind was not processing fully, the need to Orgasm was growing again and I needed to do it soon.

“Oh, duh. Sorry, I wasn’t thinking.”

I turned back to the wall of butt plugs and my eyes fell on one that had a small fox tail attached to it. I reached out and picked it up, marveling at it and imagining Michael looking over at me only to see a tail peaking out from under my skirt. This was perfect!

“I think this is the one, I don’t know that you could say freaky… I’m sorry kinky, more clearly than flashing a tail at someone and letting them wonder where it’s coming from.”

“I couldn’t agree more, but I notice the skirt you’re wearing is a good bit longer than that tail, this one is a little longer and with a strategic bend or hiking of your skirt for justifiable reasons you could show it off fairly easily.”

“Oh yeah, and I like that color better. Is the plug itself the same size?”

“It is slightly larger but not much, as I said you’d be surprised how far you can stretch without discomfort.”

An idea popped into my mind and it was 100% born of the monster and I was helpless to argue. I was not the least bit attracted to this man but I was very much interested in being on full display right then. And, I really did need help doing this for the first time anyway.

“This is probably not something you offer but do you think you could help me insert this? I have never done it before and I imagine it’s probably something easier done by someone else.”

As I said this I was already pulling my skirt up, I was knee length but not tight, more of a summer dress kind of thing. By the time the shop keeper began to sputter and answer my panties were on full display and his eyes were glued to them. There was no way he could miss how wet the crotch was and I looked to his to see the effect it was having.

“Uh… I… we don’t normally do that, no. It’s a matter of hygiene… or… we cannot offer try ons, you understand.”

“Oh, that’s all? I’m definitely buying this, even if I cannot get it in today I will work myself up to it. How much is it?”

“It’s uh… $45”

I dropped my skirt and watched his face fall with it and picked up my purse, pulling out a $50 and handing it to him.

“It’s not much of a tip but you can keep the change if you help me out.”

I know the $5 was not the decider for him but he did reach out and take the tail laden plug from my hand and removed the tag. As he did that and opened the box of lube I pulled my skirt back up and turned around. I waited until his eyes were back on me before thumbing my panties and bending slowly from the waist, pulling them all the way to the floor, watching his face as my butthole then my Pussy came into view. I could feel the strands of my wetness pull away with my panties as I slid them down and his mouth dropped open and and a moan escaped his mouth at the site. This sent a fresh surge through me and I felt another trickle escape me and run down my thigh. I glanced down to his crotch and saw now that he was straining at his zipper as he took a hesitant step towards me with tail in hand.

“You can let that out if it’s uncomfortable.” I said, pointing to his tented pants.

His monster was clearly in the drivers seat now as well, he didn’t hesitate. Unbuckling his belt and popping his button and zipper with one hand while holding the slick metal cone in the other. Next he fumbled his boxers down and a mid sized dick bounced out of his shorts and stood at attention. He shivered as the cool air of the store hit his Hot cock and a drop of precum emerged like dew on the tip of his straining member. I wanted to lick it off and savor the sweet sticky taste but he had a job to do first.

“It’s usually more comfortable if your butthole has a little stimulation before insertion. May I?”

“Whatever you think is best sir, I am at your mercy.”


I went to my knees and bent all the way forward, resting my chest and face on the ground and wiggling my Ass at him as he stepped out of his pants and kneeled behind me. To my surprise and delight he leaned forward and locked his lips around my small puckered hole and began tickling it with his tongue. It was so unexpected that I lurched forward a little and let out a cry. I was expecting him to rub it with his fingers not go in head first. But the shock passed rapidly and was replaced with ecstasy and I pushed back into his face, gyrating my hips around his tongue as my Pussy quivered and let loose another stream. Without asking he slid his face down from my butthole to my Pussy and buried his tongue inside of me, I didn’t care and I pushed hard into his face, fucking his tongue as his nose pressed against my asshole.