>[x] Soothe the savage beast.
You relax and allow Dr. Carte to do as she wishes. You figure she's going to anyway. She's a lot like her two daughters. She can get a little scary, and a lot pushy, when she's horny.
Still showering you with Eskimo kisses, she rubs her palm in slow circles around your crotch, bringing your soft dick to life in no time.
"You're making a terrible mistake with this Rose person," Dr. Carte whispers. "One of us Carte girls would be a much better choice. We know how to treat this thing between your legs..."
You cut her off with a deep and tender kiss. Her mouth tastes of menthol, but it's not unpleasant -- just different. You actually kind of like it. You buck your hips and whinny a bit, as Dr. Carte's smooth rubbing motions turn into a loose grip around your cock, and she begins to jerk you off.
You reach down, your arm crossing with hers, and undo her trousers. She allows you to, and soon she's shimmying her hips to get them off her shapely butt. But with her shoes still on, it's no use taking the time to pull her pants completely off -- so she just stands there in the middle of the bathroom with her pants around her ankles, wet panties on display, playing with your dick. You make out with her like she's the one you're marrying tomorrow.
"This is really dirty," she says. "Fucking me right here in the men's bathroom."
"You're the one who wanted it."
"Mm hmm. I did." She swirls her tongue around with yours and your saliva mingles sweetly. "I'm really dirty, Alabaster... will you fuck my dirty pussy for me?"
Your dick throbs in her soft palm. She knows how to get to you. When she wants to turn you on, every word of hers is calculated to bring you to your knees and make you think with your little head. You love it.
"Hey, Dr. Carte--"
"Renee."
"--do you think Darkbloom is aware right now? Do you think he's experiencing the world?"
"Hmm. Maybe."
You reach for her purse, and pull the implant out. You take it and set it on the rim of the urinal, the glowing blue grain facing out, pointed at the two of you.
Dr. Carte laughs evilly. "You're terrible," she chides.
"Jerk me off some more."
She does, with both hands, and makes a spectacle of it. She twists her palms around as and masturbates you with fast, passionate strokes. She winks at the implant. "Sorry, David..." she says. "But now you can tell why I would choose him over you, right? It's obvious..."
She gets down on her knees on the tile floor, and, staring adoringly up at you, she swallows your cock into her mouth. She bobs up and down on it, her hands clutching your knees, and lets the head of your prick scrape the back of her throat.
Her technique has improved so markedly over time that whenever she blows you, she hardly gags at all. But this time -- again, for show -- she gags and sputters quite a lot. She coughs and chokes on your pulsing cock. Her spit runs in thick strands to the dirty ground. She gropes blindly to her side now, curls her fingers around the rim of the urinal for leverage, and works like hell to get your entire prick down her throat.
"You are such a good little cocksucker," you groan.
Dr. Carte pulls you out of her mouth. It makes a lewd little 'plop' when she does. She massages the slick underside of your cock with a flattened palm. She drags her tongue along the circumference of your mushroom head, and breathes huskily: "You made me into a good little cocksucker... thank you for that, Alabaster... I love sucking you off."
You lace your fingers through her hair and tug her back to your groin. She reaches into your pants and pulls out your nutsack out too. Then, still gripping the urinal, she buries her nose against your testicles at the point where they join your shaft, and inhales deeply. She huffs your masculine scent, like an addict huffing paint, hugging your ass with her other hand to push you even harder against her. When she pulls back, her face is wet and red, and her eyes are dark with hunger. "God. I love your dick. It's so fucking perfect."
She licks your cock-shaft up and down, chin tilted upwards, staring into your eyes the whole time. You know if she keeps going like this, you'll cum. And plastering her face with jizz sounds really nice, but you need to make this special. You've got an audience, after all.
"Dr. Carte -- Renee. Are you on birth control?"
"Hmm? No." She flicks her tongue back and forth, lapping at your dick-leak like a kitten.
"Do you wanna get pregnant today?"
She giggles. "That would be so fun. Do you want to knock my pussy up, Alabaster?"
"Fuck yes I do."
"Go right ahead... make a baby in me..."
You tug her to to her feet, and roughly pull her panties down, just far enough to expose her mature little pussy. Then you wheel her around, and get her against the tiled wall -- her legs astride the urinal where the implant sits. Her body is pressed uncomfortably up against the chrome handle and pipework, her cheek mashed against the wall, but her pussy is creaming right up. She loves it. She really is a dirty girl.
"Here it comes, bitch. Get pregnant."
"Okay, Alabaster... okay... I'll get pregnant for you."
You unceremoniously shove your cock into her and fuck her with rapid upward thrusts. The force of your mating pushes her even harder against the wall, and your crotch slaps wetly against her plump ass. You pull her ass cheeks apart and admire the dark brown hole there. You probe a couple fingers in her mouth, which she sucks and licks without question. With the lubrication of her drool, you push your digits into her anus and molest her while you fuck her out. You enjoy the rubbery give of her ass and the silky texture of her cunt. Dr. Carte shivers in pleasure. She crooks an arm and runs her palm sensuously through her hair. She looks back over her shoulder at you. "Oh yes," she moans. "Play with my ass while you fuck me pregnant..."
In and out you pump, your mingled fluids dripping down, all over the urinal, and all over the thing sitting atop it too. You fuck Dr. Carte mercilessly, as if she's nothing to you but a hole, and she plays right along -- this is getting her off powerfully.
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Get your fucking cum up inside me!"
You wiggle your fingers around in her asshole and hold her by the shoulder. You stuff her full of that cock of yours, that she loves more than anything else. The cock she'd happily let get her pregnant if only to have a few more minutes of it inside her, if only to feel just one more hot, gooey load sloshing around in her belly. The cock she she's totally addicted to.
"Fuck," you grunt, "I'm gonna do it... I'm gonna blow my fucking nuts in you."
"Yes! Don't stop!"
You jab your cock madly in, as far as you can get it, your balls mashing up almost painfully against the cushion of her butt. And then it comes. Your messy load spurts out, over the course of ten or eleven agonizingly pleasurable seconds -- pulse after pulse. You fill her completely, and then some.
"Oh fuck -- I feel it! You're cumming in me! Do it! FUCK yes!"
She blows a load of her own, her pussy spraying all over the urinal, as you ejaculate in her fertile cunt. All that talk of pregnancy is just bedroom talk, of course, but as you feel her filling up with your seed, as you feel it oozing and shooting from the tip of your dick, you think to yourself that it wouldn't be so bad. For you, anyway. It must surely be hell for the man sitting beneath you, getting sprayed with your sloppy seconds.