Ms. Carte shakes her head and snubs her cigarette out in a nearby ashtray. "Well, that's the only rational explanation. There's no such thing as magic, Alabaster."
"Yeah? And what about my cum? That's pretty magical, isn't it?"
She narrows her eyes. "Not at all," she says. "I told you--"
The anger grows and coalesces inside of you, bubbling to the surface. You cut her off. "Do ANY of you-- you, Whitney, Vivian, Rose, Mom, Cerise... do any of you actually care about me, or are you just addicted to my semen?"
"I told you already. I chose this. And I warned you that you might wonder about these things when you found out the truth--"
"What about the others? Are they just addicts?"
"There's no such thing as magic and there's no such thing as psychic powers," Ms. Carte says. "What the others feel about you is something only they can tell you."
"But--" you start. "But you really love me."
"With all my heart." Her voice drops to a near-whisper, suddenly tender. "I've been watching you for years, you know. I think I loved you from the moment I saw you."
"I love you, too," you tell her, your voice catching with a new wave of emotion. You step forward, quaking with insecure need. You grab her roughly by the waist. She startles, throwing her hands back and clutching the edge of the benchtop for support. Her fingernails clack against the white polyurethane surface, and she lets out a little yelp of surprise. Nipping at her neck, you pull aside the tails of her lab coat and embrace her warm body.
"I love you," you repeat, kissing her up and down her neck. She cranes her head back to gives you better access as you bite and suck on her.
"Alabaster--" she groans, cupping your cheek in her hand as you suckle on her. "Alabaster, this isn't really the proper place-- OH!" she cries out and tenses as you give her a particularly hard nip.
"It has to be here," you breathe. "Right now. I need you. Right now."
Ms. Carte rocks back and forth on her heels. You can feel her trembling against you -- her taut stomach, her full breasts, her birdlike neck -- every part of her is shaking with trepidation and anxiety.
You pull her bikini bottom down. You slide her breasts free of the bikini top. They hang, round and slightly jiggling, perfectly smooth, right in front of your face. You suck her nipples into your mouth, each in turn, teasing them to hardness.
"Okay," Ms. Carte sighs, her tone filled with the sweet relief of relent. She kisses and nibbles on your ear, the only part of you that her searching mouth can find. "Fuck me. If you need me, fuck me. Make me yours. I need you, too."
You tug your cock free of of your shorts but don't bother pulling them down. With a low growl, you hunch yourself forward and seat your dick in the velvety folds of her pussy. You and Ms. Carte both let out a simper of ecstasy that echoes off the tiled walls.
You pump yourself inside of her, frantic and rough -- rougher than you've ever really been with her. You molest her tits, squeezing and plying them, running your hands across the underside, pushing them together, watching them bounce. You grab her cheeks in your hand and turn her face this way and that, planting wet kisses wherever you feel like. You push her tailbone against the hard edge of the benchtop and hump her with jackhammer thrusts. She does nothing to resist: she's like putty in your hands, giving herself to you completely.
Her pussy milks and massages you from the inside out. In the past month or so of enjoying her body, she's trained herself to please you with expert finesse. Her cunt is permanently embossed with the shape of your dick, and your dick only. It spasms and twitches all around you, a perfect, snug fit.
"That's right," you tell her, kissing her on the lips, thrumming your fingertips on her neck. You're out of your mind with crazed lust. "You're mine. You're mine, you're mine... only mine..."
"Cum inside me," she begs.
"So you are addicted to it--"
"No-- I'm addicted to you-- I'm addicted to YOU--" she runs a hand across your forehead in a maternal gesture of reassurance, still humping back against you. "And-- and I want you to cum inside of me..."
"Here it comes," you grunt. "Take it!!"
You fuck into her so hard that the force of it lifts her dainty feet from the floor. She stays there, pinned in midair between your erupting cock and the benchtop, as you pour her womb full of hot cum.
"Ahhh--" she sighs, her voice trilling from low to high and increasing in volume as her orgasm races through her. Eventually the orgasm becomes a senseless scream: "aaaaahhh--- aaaaaaahhhh--!!"
Your mouth clamps down on her neck and you gyrate your hips. Ropes of milky cream seep out around your member as you spurt and spurt endlessly into her cunt. She holds your face in both hands and accepts it all, the anger and love, the need and passion.