by Jen Eastwood
“Are you one, Dr. Clare?”
Her cheeks flushed as she smiled and said, “My superiors graded me as one, yes. And call me Cynthia.”
My cock throbbed when I realized I could make this woman do all the things I had imagined. It was hard not to just push her shoulders down and shove every inch of myself in her mouth. That old need to claim and conquer was calling my name, taunting me like a devil on my shoulder.
Do I do it? She would be a good pick, I think. I lifted Cynthia's chin with a finger and said, “I think it's fitting you're the first I take like this.”
“Anything you wish.” Those ruby red lips beckoned, parting so the white of her front teeth peeked through. “Do you want to put a baby in me?”
“I want to fuck a baby into you.”
She beamed like I had told her she won the lottery and world peace had finally happened. “It will only take one time. Patrem Delta does more than make you powerful. You're potent as well.”
When I had rubbed one out a few days before, the sheer volume of come and how much it stuck to the floor of the shower surprised me. “You mean it works like this every time?”
“With any woman you desire. One try is all it takes.”
My shaft was hard enough to break diamonds already. Cynthia ripped at the buttons on her shirt as I said, “You're in a hurry.”
She almost pouted as she pleaded, “But I want it so bad.”
I ran my hands down to the hem of her skirt and lifted. The heat coming from between her legs could bake a cake, the front of her lacy panties already soaked through. I moved them aside and played with her folds, forcing Cynthia to bury her face in my shoulder and wrap a leg around mine.
Her voice shuddered when I plunged two fingers inside. The headlong rush from wanting to call her a bitch to fingerfucking that ready pussy drove me to unzip my jeans with my free hand. Cynthia's fingers wrapped around my cock and pulled it between her legs the instant I had it out.
She leaned into my ear and begged, “Don't play around, just fuck me.”
My tip pressed against her as I slipped my fingers away. Cynthia grabbed my wrist and pulled it to her face, taking a long taste of herself as she played around with her tongue. I tensed up, ready to thrust.
As much as I wanted it, the desperation in her face was hotter than anything I'd had the pleasure of witnessing. “Have a seat on your desk,” I commanded, watching her come to a dead stop with my fingers two knuckles deep in her mouth.
The heat of her mouth slipped away. Cynthia turned and did exactly as I commanded. The dark wood of her desk contrasted perfectly against those parted, silky legs that seemed to go on forever.
She planted her hands on the edge and leaned forward. “Well? Don't just stand there with your prick out.”
I grinned and followed her, stopping just out of arms reach. “Make me want it.”
Cynthia hiked her skirt up, rubbing herself through her panties and biting her lower lip. I already wanted to see her hair a wreck, those glasses knocked crooked, and her slit filled to the brim. At that point, it was a matter of principle. Why not make her work for it?
I took my seat again and watched. Her animal instincts for wanting my gift pushed Cynthia into a fury of pleasuring herself. Every moan and whimper echoed against the high ceiling. They filtered down the hallway that may or may not have had other people on the other side of the many doors.
She didn't pay any mind, going above and beyond as she arched her back and looked at me. Her lips parted with a hard scream. My first slave would be hard to top, and that's exactly what I considered Cynthia already.
Her thighs tremored harder with every stroke. Her shoulders rocked forward as Cynthia tried to watch herself. Her moans stuttered in fits as she finally climaxed. Then Cynthia's eyes clenched as her mouth stood agape, one long note filling my ears.
I felt proud of her as she came down and gasped for air. The smile on her face reflected my own. She knew her master thought highly of her.
Feeling my cock, it had swollen to an almost painful level. Cynthia righted herself, rotating to face me and crossing her legs in one fluid motion. “You look like you need help over there,” she said, gazing at my manhood like an idol for worship.
I watched her slide from the desk, taking two steps forward and pushing her hands against my thighs. Pulling her down by the collar, I forced Cynthia onto her knees. She pulled the lab coat off her shoulders and tossed it aside. Her breath against my length threatened to cook me off early.
She leaned forward, grasping my shaft with her breasts. I ran my hand inside her shirt in hunt of the bra clips. They snapped open as if by command. One tug at the straps and the white lace slid down her arms.
The tight skin on my dick coursed with the sensation of her mounds pillowing around it. She bobbed herself up and down, teasing me with the slowness and that look on her face. My right arm twitched again with a desire to grab her hair and force myself to the back of her throat.
Cynthia gave me a long, painfully slow stroke with her breasts and asked, “These are good enough, right?”
“They'll do.” Bullshit. They were perfect.
My fingernails dug into the arms of the chair as I watched my pet open her lips and inch toward my tip. Her breath alone could have set me off. Cynthia looked up and smiled at me.
“You promise not to come in my mouth? I've got somewhere else I want it.”
I stroked her temple and said, “I've never had a girl keep her glasses on.”
“You know you love it.” She let out a teasing breath, the warmth filling my lap as her fingers wrapped around my girth. She moved them down and back up as she said, “They'll stay on unless you fuck them right off of me.”
The image of Cynthia bent over her desk, whimpering as I plowed balls deep inside her, distracted me until I felt the wetness of her mouth take me in. Her mouth hummed around me and she began playing with herself again.
My head arched back. Her tongue dragged against the bottom of my cock, her mouth wetter and hotter than any pussy I'd had before. The leggy, insatiable slut crept more of me past her lips.
Cynthia only stopped when she ran out of length, my head planted against the back of her throat. She stayed down, defying the natural gag reflex and vibrating me into oblivion with her attempts to scream. I rested my hands against the sides of her head, not willing to let her back off until she finished. Every moan felt better than any man deserved.
I let her ride it out, keeping her lips around my hilt as her body contorted. Cynthia's entire frame rocked and shivered, she smell of her arousal filling my nose. The thought of parting her walls and filling her with my seed forced a bead of precome into the furthest reaches of her mouth.
She backed off slowly, letting my cock spring back into position as her lips popped with its exit. Figuring it was my turn, I moved to stand until Cynthia's palm pushed against my chest. She stood and turned around.
I watched her panties slide down her thighs, past her knees, and down to those heels. She stepped out of them and hiked her skirt. That tight, firm ass could kill a man.
Wrestling with my jeans, I tried getting them down only to be interrupted as Cynthia too a seat in my lap. She pressed my shaft against her skin, enclosing it in thigh. Her lips spread against my base, the wetness soaking into my jeans and boxers.
She ran a hand behind her, cradling the back of my head as she moaned, “Can I, sir?”
“Go for it.” I was ready to fuck her until I died of exhaustion.
“Mmh,” she lifted and I felt my tip press against her entrance, “you don't know how bad I need it.”
The walls parted as she took me in. My eyes closed on their own as I opened my mouth to speak. Nothing came out.
I let her swirl herself clockwise, pushing myself against every bit of her inside. Any way I can describe how wet, ready, and hot she was would be a shameful understatement. Her juices swirled around me, began for me to add my own ingredient to the mix.
Tangling my fingers in her hair, I pulled the tie loose and let every strand drape just past her shoulders. I pulled back, forcing her to weave her hips back and forth. It was building up to be too much, too fast.
She sped up and rocked harder. I felt paralyzed and ready to blow my top. The harder I pulled, the more energy Cynthia put into it, making my draw her head back even further still.
The last rush of blood swelled my cock even harder. She stopped and leaned lied her entire body into me. “Is it that good?” She giggled and added, “We can't let it end that fast.”
She had a point. I couldn't finish without banging her like a drum. After how she had acted before I took control of her will, I was ready to deliver that hate-fucking I had fantasized about all week.
I let her stand again, myself right behind. It didn't last long as I pushed against her shoulders, pinning my slave against the top of the desk. I didn't see anymore need to tease or hesitate as I lifted what little skirt there was.
I found home with no trouble. Cynthia yelped as I plowed back inside, our bodies smacking together. She was getting exactly what she deserved, both for being such a bitch, as well as for pleasing me so well.
I pulled at her collar again, the loose buttons down past her breasts letting it open up for a nice handle. The extra leverage helped send every pop of our bodies resonating through every corner of GeneFactor's office.
Cynthia whimpered and screamed with every thrust. I reared back with her shirt, arching her back and shifting the contours of her passage just right. She started to climax again, far too easily.
Ready to burst, myself, I summoned my willpower and fought through the exhaustion. Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead. I wasn't much longer for this fuck.
But Cynthia had beaten me to the punch. As I felt the last lap closing in, she erupted without any warning. She clawed at the desk, failing to get a grip on the polished surface as she quivered and tensed.
I let her ride it out. Still buried as deep as I could go, staying there would have been enough. But how has it been this easy? No girl comes that fast.
Cynthia had caught her breath, getting back into the action by rocking herself back and forth. I pulled her back up to my level and asked, “Do you always come that fast?”
She reached back and cradled my face against hers. “Patrem Delta has a lot of ingredients.”
I pulled out and turned her to face me. “Like what?”
Cynthia tipped her glasses down and then slipped the finger next to her mouth. She said, “Aside from the drugs that strengthen the temporal load and male fertility, we made sure it has a few other side effects. Pheromone precursors, performance enhancers, and certain hormones, for instance.”
I kinda knew what each entailed. “So it's the super version of those pills for guys in their mid-life crisis.”
“Those don't help with bedding a woman, first of all.” She started to play with her clit, tempting me back in to finish what had already started. “Aside from being irresistible to any woman who stays close for too long and bending wills, imagine the kind of fertility that guarantees a conception.”
“So I'm a glorified breeding stud.” It was a term I hadn't used since I had helped my uncle at his cattle ranch a few years back.
Cynthia pushed her ass back onto the lip of the desk. “Your body will start to change too. In a month, you'll look like you've been hitting the gym without even trying.”
The results I had seen already could get the stuff to sell for thousands per dose. But given the reason for my hire, I don't ever see GeneFactor mass-marketing Patrem Delta. Every dweeb, dork, and teenager would be on the stuff. It wouldn't have taken long for every perfect ten who dared go into public to be a worn out shell of her former self. But I still had to finish wearing the good doctor out.
She had leaned back, spreading her legs to give me the scenic view. Perfect breasts and the swollen, glistening mound between her legs begged for me to come back in. Who was I to turn it down?
My cock ached as I spread her lips with the tip. Leaving it in the cold air felt too wrong, like there actually was a second, more dominant brain in that thing. I gave in, holding onto Cynthia's thighs as I put her calves over my shoulders.
I pushed back inside her hard, forcing a yelp of pure delight from her mouth. It felt like home. The problem is, if her pussy truly was my house, I was already rearing back as a one-man wrecking crew.
The second thrust had set the ball in motion, her pussy feeling like tight, wet, pulsating silk. Her body knew what it was getting ready for. Even the blush on her cheeks pleaded for me to finish the job.
Her ankles wrapped around the back of my head. I started crashing into her body even harder than when I had her bent over. I looked down to see the shaven, flawless skin just above her slit rise every time I went deep.
Cynthia slammed her eyes shut as I pulled at her shoulders. Having her folded almost in half, I had the perfect angle to set her moaning again. She pulled tight against me, doing every thing she could to force me deep inside.
I fought against her, slamming ourselves together like we were applauding with our hips. She tensed up and dug her nails into my shoulders. Cynthia's teeth grated as she seethed, “Don't fucking stop!”
I never wanted to. Every part of my body feeling that final rush of adrenaline signaling the inevitable. My shaft felt ready to burst from its own size and hardness.
Had Cynthia been her normal self, I'd feel like I was about to hurt her with that kind of fucking. But she was keeping pace, begging me to fill her to the brim with my seed with every part of her body. Even my own wanted it more than oxygen itself.
I felt the contraction in my sack, every bit of plumbing going at full pressure. We clashed harder still as I let out a moan. My body started to feel drained, forcing me to ram out the last few times out of desperation.
The first jet of come burst out of me like an open tap, feeling like an entire orgasm rolled into one spurt. Cynthia gripped me tight with hands and legs, not letting a single drop miss the target. A second burst out as strong as the first.
My entire world had shrunk down to two bodies with the third jet. It kept coming, leaking out around my girth and draining me to the point of near-collapse.
I fell forward with the last one, cradled against incredible breasts and gripped by immaculate thighs. I could tell I was still inside, hard as steel. My body was trying to pump more inside Cynthia, but the tap was as empty as my mind.
Having lost the battle against gravity, I couldn't pull myself up. Cynthia helped, easing me up and pushing me back to the chair. I crashed as she stayed put, marveling at the pearly bliss seeping from her folds.
“You really beat,” she paused for a breath, “my expectations.” Cynthia looked at me for a moment and then back down. “Jesus.”
I couldn't even think of talking. Even forcing my head back was almost too much work. I sat and stared at the ceiling, spots from total exhaustion dancing along the tiles.
Within what could have been seconds or minutes, I heard Cynthia slide from the desk and drop in front of me. It was total overload when her lips sealed against the head of my dick, begging for even a drop more.
I felt like I was going to crush the arms of the chair as I felt her tongue dance along my shaft. Cynthia was relishing every bit, not letting any of it go to waste as she cleaned me up. By the time she had finished her second sweep, I was ready to give up consciousness.
Mercifully, there wasn't a third round. I heard Dr. Clare shirt and lab coat back in order. Finally, I had rested enough to open my eyes. She looked like we hadn't done anything more than pecked cheeks, aside from two nubs pointing against her shirt. The bra still lied on the floor next to her panties.
“You know, Grant, this qualifies for the standard payment.” Back to business.
“Don't tell me you're back to normal already.”
She grinned and blushed, trying to hide behind the clipboard. “No, but I still have a job to do. We st
ill have a meeting on Monday.”
“Could we do that again, like, Monday?”
Dr. Clare dropped the clipboard in my lap and removed her glasses. She was a different but equal kind of stunner without them. She leaned over me and said, “If you don't mind the appointment being after seven PM, I can make a house call. Sound good?”
I felt myself getting hard again already. “I guess I still need to test this stuff out all weekend.”
The back of her hand brushed my teeth as an almost evil smirk came over her face. “You'd better rest up for Monday night instead.”
BIMBO CODE 2:
STOLEN PROPERTY
Dr. Clare was licking me clean just like before. This time it was even easier to claim her, and I felt like I had fully recovered in seconds. In fact, I was rock hard and ready to go another round by the time she finished.
Things had gotten a little more acrobatic at my place. My bedroom was a wreck from the crazy romp we'd had. I was shocked the neighbors hadn't called the police already. Even from the sidewalk, it wouldn't have been hard to tell someone was having either a bad day, or a really good one they'll brag about for decades.
I sat up on the edge of my bed as Dr. Clare put her oversized sweater and the same sort of skirt she had worn for work back on. It was a shame to hide that body, but outside of sheet-clawing sex, the girl was all business.
The giant binder Dr. Clare had brought was still on the floor where she had left it to pursue more important matters. With that out of the way, she handed it to me and said, “This is the guidebook for selecting Prime Recipients. I hate to say it, but we'll need information on every woman you...” she trailed off, cheeks flushing red.
“Have sex with. Got it.” I pulled a form out of the front binder pocket and gave it a quick glance. “Wait, this kind of thing has paperwork too?”
“Of course. How else do we know you're not making these women up? We have to screen and then follow them to check for birth for your payment to clear as well.” I watched her sit back down and start working on getting her hair back in a bun. “I'm sure you'd like to get your full pay.”