How I Fucked Frankenstein

I’m Literally Just A Girl

That’s exactly what I told the doctor. Obviously, he didn’t believe me. When the doctor is away, I love to play with myself. So many fun, naughty contraptions at my fingertips. Clearly, when he left the lab to me, he didn’t know just how deprived I am. So much so, I already told my friend how I fucked Frankenstein.

Just to set the scene for you. The lab is underground, it’s deep, dark, musty, and a little scary. Overhead flickering halogens, buzzing through the room. The noise is the only thing I have to keep me company. Yet I enjoy the noise; it helps ease the noise in my head and between my thighs.

Frankenstein Monster

Well, all week I’ve been working crazy long hours. I had been up for what felt like days. The doctor had some out-of-town business to handle. He has board meetings as well as various pitch meetings for his latest greatest creation. Well, this is probably the first time I have free rein.

Unbeknownst to him, I have definitely been paying close attention to what he does, how he does it, and where everything goes. The meetings he’s on his way to are for his Frankenstein monster. It’s a collection of all the best human biology has to offer. Every scar, every screw, every strand of hair is there for a particular reason. He truly is as close to perfection as possible. I just keep thinking back to the dream of how I fucked Frankenstein.

First, I was noticing the veins in his biceps and forehead. Then the massive thighs. The doctor does have the decency to keep him in boxers. Yet his bulge makes me very curious. I could see the massive length, the obviously prominent head.

My boyfriend and I haven’t been seeing eye to eye

Thus, every night has been a bit of a standoff. So obviously the wind can blow wrong, and my pussy will twitch. I have a constant heartbeat between my legs just begging to feel alive. Alas, he and I will not budge. Which is fine, yet as I look over this creation, I feel my walls begin to swell. The doctor has never shown me how to awaken him. Still, I figure, why not give it a try?

While I thumb through the notes, my frustration builds as everything I try turns into a dead end. Finally, I give up, absolutely nothing is working, and I slam down my notepad in frustration. Of course, electricity jolts, I short-circuit the lab. Then blackness takes over the entire lab. I use my phone to navigate to the breaker box. As I turn on the light, I go back to what I was doing. Except the monster was gone. Without a trace. And how will I fuck Frankenstein?

Panic sets in as I try to find him. I check every nook and cranny. Then, as I’m backing out of the boiler room, my back is met with a brick wall of a man. I look up to meet his gaze. He whips me around.

How I Fucked Frankenstein

Then, without thought, I trail my hands all over his body. Tracing each muscle line, squeezing his flesh, no words, just groans, as I discover everything that his words cannot say. Then I decide I want him also to discover, so I take his massive hand in mine. As I bring his fingers to my mouth, peering into his eyes, I then guide his hands into my pants. While I continue to explore his body, he fingers my wet, tight pussy. I let out audible moans while he observes what I enjoy.

His hands expertly explore me, parting my lips with ease. He finds my entrance as he first slides one finger inside of me, watching intently as he slides another, which makes me gasp as the stretch of the second finger takes a bit more accommodation. Without thought, I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. Humming as I do which he responds with a low purr of his own. He is so big and strong, how will I fuck Frankenstein?  I could only imagine Vampire Breeding and Frankenstein in the same night. How would my pussy feel?

How I Fucked Frankenstein, And He Demolished My Pussy

Once my pussy is sopping wet, I slide off my pants. As I do, I reach around his neck and climb. He follows my lead, grabbing my legs, hoisting me up, gripping and spreading my asscheeks apart. Then, as if he’d done it a million times, he lowers me onto his rock-hard cock. He watches as his massive head pushes deep inside of me, as I feel my pussy stretch firmly around him. His look is a mix of awe and pleasure.

He slowly raises and lifts along the entirety of his shaft, coating himself with my juices. In moaning and screaming, begging for more. That’s when he adds a thrust rather than just using my body. With each stroke, he pounds me more violently. The smack of my flesh against his pelvis echoes through the lab. As he picks up pace, my moans begin to sound like a hum into a fan. Faster and faster until I beg him to slow down. He never does, only faster, harder, deeper, stronger. After I have creamed and come all over his cock dozens of times, he finally lets out a grunt as I feel him pump deep into my walls. I so love when the doctor is away, his creations cock is tried and true, and I will be coming back for more very soon.

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