After a couple of beers, we grabbed a six pack and headed back to Doug's room to watch a ball game. I had never met Doug before this week since he wor...ed for a different division of the company. But as we got to know each other, I found out that he was 27 years old and single. I was 30 at the time and married. Part way through the game, and for god knows what reason, I made an off the wall comment. "I get really horny on road trips not having my wife to have sex with" I said. "Being single. As I shot my load inside her, she arched her back and moaned loud. One of her hands squeezed my butt while the other gripped behind my neck. I felt her tail flapping between my legs, squirming from pleasure as I emptied my balls inside her. Quick contractions flexed around my cock as if trying to squeeze out every last drop of my sperm, and it was beyond euphoric. I’d never felt anything like it, and I never wanted it to stop. As I finished pumping her full of cum, we both relaxed. My hips. “Shh, sweetie,” she said. “It’s okay. Let me call the nurse.”“I’m in the hospital?” I croaked again.“A private clinic, yes,” she replied, pressing a buzzer that lay on the bedside table.“What happened? How long have I been here?”“Uh, well...” mum hesitated. “Why don’t we wait for the nurse to make you a bit more comfortable.”“Mum,” I said. “You can–” I stopped short as a horrible thought struck me. “I haven’t been here for– like, for years have I?”“Oh no!” she said hurriedly. “Nothing like. I fell, face up, my Schwinn toppling away from me. Two of the bags landed beneath me, their wide straps yanking roughly and garotting me from behind as they pulled me down. Flat on my back, choking and gagging, I panicked and struggled to raise my head. This only dug the rough straps into my neck. Finally, I had the good sense to roll onto my side and off the bags. The straps fell away from my neck. I could breathe again.Coughing and gasping, I pulled the other straps away and stood to survey.