Conqueror Womb: Lusty Tales of Shub-Niggurath by Tanzer Molly & Pugmire W. H. & Sammons Brian M & Sloane Levy Copper & Webb Don & Dalpe Victoria & Sweet Jacqueline & Morgan Christine & Leong Annabeth

Author:Tanzer, Molly & Pugmire, W. H. & Sammons, Brian M & Sloane Levy, Copper & Webb, Don & Dalpe, Victoria & Sweet, Jacqueline & Morgan, Christine & Leong, Annabeth [Tanzer, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Martian Migraine Press
Published: 2014-02-07T16:00:00+00:00

The WHISPERER in the VAGINA

Shon Richards

Jesus fucking Christ on his goddamn stick, how is a man supposed to get any quality jacking off time at home when he has to report for work at nine in the evening? The hours in this job were fucking insane. I had worked some shitty clinical trial jobs but this was the only one where I had to be on call in case one of our trial subjects wanted to report some hiccups.

I unlocked the door and let myself in. It was a tiny rented office in a strip mall. I didn’t know much about Akashic Pharmaceutical but they liked to do things cheap. I had no assistant, next to no furniture and plenty of insane paperwork.

Still I guess I was lucky to have any job after what happened at the hospital. Shit, that teenager came on to me and I’m a grown-ass man, what was I supposed to do? Turn down a blowjob from an actual fucking cheerleader? My asshole bosses at the hospital were just jealous.

Akashic Pharmaceutical didn’t blink at that, which to be honest, is kind of weird when you consider that they’re doing test trials for Shubium, the new arousal drug for women. These ladies are hopped up on a drug that should make their pussies tingly and they put me in charge of answering their questions? Akashic Pharmaceutical just didn’t give a fuck.

I had just sat down in the receptionist’s chair when the door swung open. A busty Hispanic lady came in with her eyes wide open and wild. She had dressed down in sandals, sweatpants, and a baggy greet t-shirt that couldn’t hide her giant tits or the sharp points of her nipples underneath. I made a snap assessment that the drug wasn’t doing shit for her sexual appetite.

“What the fuck is in Shubium?” the lady yelled.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, that is a trade secret,” I said. It wasn’t like they told me anyway but this made me sound more important. “Why don’t you sit down and tell me what you are experiencing. If you tell me your name, I can pull up your file?”

She growled at me and started to pace the small reception room. “My name is Teresa Gonzales,” she snapped.

I typed her name into the computer. She was forty, had no children, worked as a manager at a restaurant and had been diagnosed with vaginismus.

Well, that killed my boner. Vaginismus is an involuntary tightening of the vaginal muscles. It made intercourse extremely difficult and painful for all parties involved. She was perfect for our study but the best I could hope for from her was a blowjob.

I looked again at her big tits and decided I’d rather have a tit job.

She stopped in her pacing and stared at me. I lifted my eyes from her tits and looked her in the face. There was a flush to her dark brown skin.

“Maybe you could tell me the symptoms you are experiencing?” I asked.

“My skin feels warm, like I’ve been drinking,” she said.