More Than a Lady

Suddenly a third shemale entered the bathroom.

'Ladies!' she chided. 'You're not supposed to hog him to yourself. Bring him on out.'

The dark haired cock sucker rose to her feet. Reluctantly Doctor Cater let go of the cock he was fondling and tucked his own back into his pants. Just how was he supposed to satisfy eighteen cock hungry sluts? He decided that he would give it his best shot.

The ladies led him back into the conference room. There they stripped him of his clothes. There was a collective cooing from the audience when they caught site of his hairy, muscle toned body. All eyes were drawn to his heavy, circumcised cock with its mushroom cap that was a delicate pink colour. Below hung two medium sized brown balls that seemed lost in a thicket of black hair.

They laid him down on a table and put on a show for him. Doctor Carter watched as the he-shes stripped. All had big, firm tits. Some had tiny little cocks while four or five had cocks as big as his. Some were clean shaven, others had big hairy bushes. Some cocks were soft, others stood rigidly to attention. The ladies descended on Doctor Carter en masse. The brushed their tits against his body, fed him their nipples, ran their hands up and down his body. He opened his mouth to accept large nipples, small cocks, big stiff rods. He was willing to try any combination. One or two of the ladies face sat him and he reamed out their dainty assholes.

His cock was so hard it hurt. Fortunately he was producing copious amounts of precum which kept it lubricated. Hands and mouths worked him over. His toes disappeared into a warm mouth. Someone licked his hairy balls. Someone else pushed his legs apart and buried their tongue deep into his sweaty crack. This was another first for Doctor Carter and he almost blacked out with pleasure.

Meanwhile his fingers probed slippery assholes, tweaked big nipples and teased small, soft cocks into erection. Someone nibbled on his earlobes, someone else bit his neck. A hard cock slid into his mouth and he eagerly nursed on it. A pair of silk soft balls rested on his forehead. Doctor Carter's eyes were closed. He had given up trying to see; there was just so much seething flesh around him that it was impossible to tell one body from another.