The world had shrunk down to a single, exquisite point of pressure and heat. My head thrown back against the cool, sterile wall of the mating room. Ms. Reis, the prim and proper GRMD case handler, was on her knees, her professional demeanor utterly shattered. Her head, a mess of her formerly perfect bun, bobbed frantically in my lap.
" Mmh…! Schlurp. Schluuup… Slurp... Slurp"
The sounds were obscene, a wet, rhythmic music that echoed in the quiet room. Each downward motion of her head was a masterpiece of degradation and devotion. Her eyes, those sharp, assessing eyes that had reviewed my files and schedules, were now glassy and unfocused, tears welling in the corners from the relentless intrusion. She gagged, her throat clenching around the head of my cock.
"Ugh. Ughk. Guk!! GUHUK!!!"
The choked sound only spurred me on, made me harder. It was so fucking divine. A goddess of bureaucracy brought low, worshiping at the altar of my need. My gaze flicked to the side, to where Dr. Meredith Grey stood, one hand shoved inside her unbuttoned white coat, frantically working her own clit. Her other hand was pinching and pulling at a rock-hard nipple through her silky blouse. Seeing her—a dead ringer for the TV doctor from my old life, a fantasy made flesh—lose her clinical composure and shudder against the observation window because of me… fuck. It sent a fresh, savage bolt of lust straight through me.
I watched her back arch, a silent cry on her lips as her hips stuttered. She was coming just from watching, just from the sharp pinch of my fingers on her nipple. The sight made my balls draw up tight, a familiar, coiling tension building at the base of my spine.
"I'm gonna cum, Ms. Reis," I groaned, the words rough and ragged.
"Slurp!? Suck… mm, mmm. Schlup. Schlup...♥"
She didn't stop. She just nodded her head as best she could, the motion making her take me even deeper, her throat fluttering wildly around me.
"Ughk… Guk!!! Mh, mmh!!"
She wanted it, and that was all the permission I needed.
My hands, which had been gripping my own thighs, shot up and tangled in her dark hair, fisting tightly.
"That's it, Bitch! PAH! PAH! Keep sucking! I'm going to feed you my cum! So, suck harder!" I yanked her head forward, forcing her to take me deeper than she thought possible, and then I started moving her myself, using her mouth like it was just another wet, tight hole designed for my pleasure.
"Schlurp. Schluuup. Schlurp. Schluuup."
The sucking sounds intensified, became faster, wetter, more desperate. Spit slicked her chin and dripped onto her ruined blouse. Her eyes rolled back in her head.
"You like that, you proper bitch?" I grunted, pistoning my hips in time with the brutal rhythm I was setting.
"Mmh…!" She managed another weak, gagging nod, her eyes pleading and full of unshed tears. She was loving it. They always do.
"Loosen your throat for me, baby, that's it! PAK! PAK! PAK!!" I commanded, my voice a low growl. "Take it all."
"Guk!! GUHUK!!! AUURRHHHH~"
She tried to relax, a conscious effort I could feel in the way her throat muscles unclenched slightly. It was all the invitation I needed. I shoved my entire length down, burying myself to the hilt, my pelvis grinding against her nose, my balls slapping against her chin.
"AAAHHH!" I roared as the dam broke.
The orgasm ripped through me, blinding and absolute.
"Spluuurt! Spluuurt!" My release shot down her throat in thick, pulsing ropes. I held her head locked in place, my fingers like iron vises in her hair, making sure she took every last drop. I felt her swallow convulsively, the muscles of her throat working overtime to obey.
" GUHUK!!! Gulp. Gulp… Slurp. Slurp Gulp!!!" Mrs. Reis kept sucking hard, coughing, yet slurping the entire time.
"Keep sucking," I ordered, my body still shuddering with the aftershocks. "Drink it all… Every fucking drop."
She nodded weakly against me, her mouth still working, her tongue lapping at my oversensitive flesh as she dutifully swallowed the last of my cum.
"Gulp. Gulp… Slurp!? Suck" But it was too much. A thick, white trickle escaped the corner of her lips, tracing a path down her cheek.
I finally released my grip on her hair. "You spilled some…"
Her eyes widened in a panic. Immediately, she brought her fingers up, swiped at the stray semen on her cheek, and shoved her wet fingers into her mouth, cleaning them with a desperate, eager suck. She opened her mouth wide for my inspection, showing me the clean, pink interior.
"All gone, Sael," she whispered, her voice hoarse and wrecked. "I drank everything. I promise…"
I looked down at myself. I was still hard, twitching, unsatisfied. The sight of these two powerful women so completely undone had only stoked the fire.
"I haven't had enough... I want more,"
It was Dr. Grey who spoke from the side, her voice husky and amused.
"The regulations are quite clear, Mr. Hardcox…. For optimal sperm production and genetic dissemination, a male's satisfaction is paramount. You are well within your rights to have sex with your assigned case handler. It is, in fact, highly encouraged." She gave me a slow, knowing smile.
"…. Well, Consider it part of her job performance review."
"heh, great…. Smack♥ Smack♥ Mmmwah♥ Mmmwah♥Stick out your tongue. Ssllurp♥" I crossed the space between us in two strides, grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her into a deep, possessive kiss. I could taste her arousal. When I pulled back, I turned my gaze to the kneeling, disheveled Ms. Reis.
"Get up. Pull up that tight little skirt of yours and put your hands against the wall."
"Y-yes! " She moved languidly, like a woman in a dream, her limbs heavy with submission. She pushed herself up on shaky legs, turned, and placed her palms flat against the cool, reflective surface of the observation window.
Her ass was pointed directly at me, a perfect, round curve encased in dark fabric. With trembling hands, she gathered the hem of her severe pencil skirt and slowly, slowly, pulled it up.
"SLAP!! PAH! PAH!!" I smacked her ass, making her jump. "All the way, Reis…. Up to your waist."
"Ahhnn~ Y-yes! " She whimpered but obeyed, yanking the fabric up until it was scrunched around her middle. Her ass was now bare, pale and beautifully round, already reddening from my slap. She wasn't wearing any panties.
Of course she wasn't. Her pussy was on full display, nestled between her thighs, glistening wet and dripping with her own excitement. It was so different from my grandmother's experienced, welcoming body.
'Damn~ she looked tight as fuck,'
Ms. Reis was… normal. But in this world, normal was still a fucking knockout. A tight, sexy body built for efficiency, with a bubble butt that begged to be grabbed, and perky breasts that would fit perfectly in my hands. The kind of body the government would absolutely approve of for breeding.
I stepped up behind her, my still-hard cock pressing against the slick heat of her entrance. I lined myself up, the broad head nudging against her tight opening.
"SSHHLIICCKK!~" I pushed in, just an inch.
"Ahn~!" she groaned, a sound mixed with sharp pain and budding pleasure. Her whole body tensed.
"Ahn!! Sael… please… be gentle. Uggghhhh!! You're… you're too big for me."
"PAH!" I brought my hand down on her ass again, the sound cracking through the room like a gunshot. A bright red handprint bloomed on her pale skin.
"And you will take it, Bitch! SLAP! ..I said loosen up..." I pushed another inch, feeling her incredible tightness stretch to accommodate me. It was like a wet, silken fist.
"Schlurp!!! Thrust!!"
With each inch I gained, Ms. Reis was a symphony of muffled cries.
"Ugh. Ahn~! Oh god… Ugh. Ooooohhhhhh!"
"PAH!" Another slap.
"You're so fucking tight, Reis." I was about halfway in, my own breathing becoming ragged from the effort of holding back.
"When was the last time you had sex?"
She hesitated, her body clenching around me. "I… I…"
"PAH!" I slapped her ass again, harder this time. "Answer me."
"A year ago!" she cried out, the confession torn from her.
"A year?" I drove another inch into her, making her gasp.
"PAH!" My hand connected with her other cheek.
"How dare you? PAH!!PAH!! …How dare you let some other man fuck this pussy while you were handling my case? Slap! My breeding schedule? Slap! This pussy belongs to the state, and by extension, it belongs to me. Slap! "
"Aaahhh♥ I'm sorry! Aaahhh♥I'm so sorry!" she sobbed, her body shaking.
"How big was he?" I growled, not stopping my slow, relentless invasion.
"Tiny! Aaahhh♥" she whined. "So tiny, Sael! Aaahhh♥ Nothing like you! Please! Aaahhh♥"
I cooed, a mockery of comfort.
"Shhh~, it's okay, you stupid slut. Don't you worry." I was almost fully sheathed; her ass pressed against my stomach. I could feel the mouth of her cervix, a firm barrier at the end of her channel.
"I'm going to make you forget his name. I'm going to imprint my cock on this greedy little pussy so deep; you'll feel me for a week. You'll dream about this."
Her eyes widened in the reflection of the window. "No, wait—! Thrust~♥♥"
"Slap! slap! slap! slap! slap…!!" I didn't wait. I grabbed her hips with both hands, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, and with one final, brutal thrust, I slammed my entire length into her, burying myself to the hilt. The head of my cock rammed against her womb.
"AAHH!!! GUOO~! Ooooohhhhhh! Ooh! SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!! "
Her scream was incoherent, a shattered thing of pure, overwhelming sensation as her body was forcibly, completely filled. Her knees buckled, but I held her up, my own groan of absolute satisfaction joining hers in the sterile, sex-filled air.
Ah, ahh, nn… Hhhnn… Feels so good… My pussy's… ahh… getting split open… Your cock's so big and... thick…" Mrs. Reis. My GRMD case handler. The epitome of bureaucratic ice, now utterly and completely melted.
"Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥FUCK! You're tight, bitch! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥" I growled like an alpha animal as I fucking her tight pussy, pounding it hard and fast, like I wanted to overwrite her married pussy to mold into my cock mold.
Her back was arched off the medical-grade mattress, a strangled, blissful cry tearing from her throat.
"AAAHHH! GUOO~ AAHHH!!" Her internal muscles clenched around my cock in a series of violent, rippling spasms, a wet, desperate vise trying to milk me dry. The sensation was so intense, so sudden, that my own climax surged like a tsunami, threatening to break against her shores.
My knuckles went white where I gripped the sheets beside her head, my entire body tensing as I fought it back, a low growl rumbling in my chest.
"Fuck!!!!," I gritted out, the word strained.
"Pah! Squeezing me… like a fucking fist. Pah! Pah!"
Her eyes, once so sharp and assessing, were glazed over, pupils blown wide with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. Her professional bun had come completely undone, strands of dark hair plastered to her sweat-sheened forehead and cheeks. Her blouse was ripped open, her skirt hiked up around her waist, her body a testament to the frantic, clothes-shredding need that had overtaken us both.
"Hngh! Hah!!! T-too… too big, hng? H-haah?!" she stammered, her voice a broken, breathy thing, so unlike her usual clipped tones. Her hips twitched involuntarily, a weak little shudder that sent another delicious pulse through her core and around my length.
"Ngh♥ Ughh!!! Sael… p-please… you have to… go slow… Ngh♥ Ughh"
I lowered my head, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. I could feel her shudder at the contact.
"No," I whispered, my voice a low, commanding promise that brooked no argument.
"I'm not going slow… I'm going to ruin this perfect, tight little pussy for anyone else. I'm going to imprint my cock so deep inside you, you'll feel me every time you cross your legs. You'll forget that tiny dick of a husband you go home to ever existed."
A fresh wave of arousal soaked my lower stomach at my words. She mewled, a pathetic, wanting sound.
"No… don't say that… Ooh! Oooh!"
"Slap! slap! It's the truth," I growled.
My hands found their place on her body, no longer just holding her but possessing her. I wrapped my fingers around her small, thin waist, my thumbs digging into the soft flesh of her abdomen. She was so slight, so easily maneuverable. With a new, feral intent, I pulled my hips back until just the fat, slick head of my cock remained nestled inside her, stretching her entrance.
Then I drove forward.
"PAH! Pah! Pah! Pah! Pah! ~♥♥"
The sound was obscenely loud in the quiet room, a sharp, wet crack of skin on skin.
Mrs. Reis's head snapped back, a choked scream—"Ahn~!"— ripped from her throat. Her eyes rolled back, showing the whites.
I didn't give her a second to recover. I set a brutal, punishing rhythm, pulling out and slamming back home into her sopping wet heat.
"PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!"
The sound became a metronome of our fucking, a steady, rhythmic percussion accompanying her escalating cries. Her professional composure was a distant memory. She was just an animal now, lost to sensation, her nails scratching down my arms as she held on for dear life.
"Ooh-Ooooohhhhhh~♥ Oh god! Oh, fuck! Sael! YES!" she shrieked, her legs wrapping around my waist, heels digging into the small of my back, trying to pull me even deeper, take even more of me.
"So deep! You're so— Ahn~!— fucking deep!!!!"
She was loving it. She loved the stretch, the burn, the feeling of being utterly filled and dominated. She loved my big cock. She loved how manly I was, how I could manhandle her, how I could reduce her to a mindless, begging thing.
"Thrust, Thrust, Thrust~♥♥ You'll love my cock! You are going to love it! bitch!!" I pistoned into her, each thrust jolting her body up the mattress. Her second orgasm hit her even harder than the first. It was a silent, breathless thing for a second before her voice returned in a shattered wail.
"AAHH!!! I'M— GUOO~ CUMMING! AGAIN! AAAHHH!! SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!! "Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around me, a chaotic, greedy rhythm that milked my shaft. I didn't let up.
"PAHH!! THUMP!!! THUMP!! PAHH!! PAHH!!" I kept pounding through it, drawing out her pleasure into a realm of overwhelming sensitivity.
As the last tremors wracked her body, I leaned down, my own breath coming in ragged gasps. I wrapped a hand around her slender throat, not to choke, but to claim. To connect.
"Grab! Hah~" I pulled her upper body off the bed, crushing her against my chest, my cock buried to the hilt inside her spasming cunt.
Our sweat-slick skin slid together. I could feel her frantic heartbeat against my own.
"Did you just cum before me?" I asked, my voice rough against her ear.
She nodded frantically, her face buried in my neck.
"Y-yes… Master…" The title, whispered so submissively, sent a jolt of pure possession through me.
"Did you just come without my permission?" I pressed, tightening my grip on her throat just a fraction.
She whimpered, a sound of pure ecstatic shame. "Y-yes… I'm sorry… I'm so sorry, Master… I couldn't… I couldn't stop it… your cock is too good~"
"…..Then I have to punish you," I stated, my voice leaving no room for debate.
Her eyes, hazy with post-orgasmic bliss, widened just a fraction. A flicker of fear, of anticipation. "Y-yes, Master. Punish me."
Still buried deep inside her, I shifted my weight. My hands slid down from her waist, under her thighs, hoisting her legs up into the air. Her sharp gasp was music to my ears. With a grunt of effort, I stood up from the bed, lifting her with me. Her body weight sank down, impaling her completely on my cock, forcing a choked, guttural sound from us both.
"Ughk! Guk!! GUHUK!!! AUURRHHHH~"
Her head lolled back, her arms dangling. I held her there, suspended in the air, my hands gripping the backs of her thighs, her body folded almost in half.
"Ooh-Ooooohhhhhh~♥♥ Fuuuuucckkkk~" Her pussy was stretched to its absolute limit, swallowing every inch of me. I could see where we were joined, see her swollen, slick lips stretched taut around the base of my shaft. The sight was filthy. Incredible.
I began to move. It was a different kind of fucking now. Leverage and gravity were on my side. I bounced her on my cock, her own weight doing most of the work, driving her down onto me with each upward thrust of my hips.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!"
The slaps were heavier, wetter. With each powerful bounce, I growled my questions into the space between us.
"Who does this pussy belong to?" I grunted, driving up into her hard.
"Hngh! Y-yours, Master! Hngh! Yours!" she cried out, her voice jolting with each impact.
"Who am I?"
"M-my Master! AAHH! My only Master!"
I walked the few steps to the mating bed and dropped her unceremoniously onto her back. She bounced once, her expression dazed. I was on her in an instant, throwing her legs over my shoulders, spreading her wide open for me. Missionary. Primal. Unavoidable. I leaned over her, caging her in, and resumed my punishing pace, slamming into her with a force that shook the entire reinforced frame of the bed.
"PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!"
I grabbed her face, my fingers pressing into her cheeks, forcing her to look at me. To really see who was wrecking her, who was claiming her.
"Look at me," I commanded, my thrusts never faltering. Her eyes, unfocused, found mine.
"I am your Master now. Your body answers to me. This," I punctuated the word with a particularly deep, grinding thrust that made her shriek, "is my pussy. You take my cock; you take my seed. You're going to carry my baby…. You understand me? You're going to have my child…"
The concept, so taboo, so final, seemed to short-circuit the last of her resistance. Her eyes filled with tears of utter submission and euphoria.
"YES! YES, MASTER! I'LL CARRY YOUR BABY! AAAHHH! I'LL DO IT! BREED ME! PLEASE!"
"You'll raise it with that pathetic husband of yours," I snarled, my own climax coiling tight in my balls, an inevitable pressure ready to explode.
"And you'll both know it's mine. You'll feel my cock in you every time you look at it. His tiny dick will never, ever compare. Now take it! Take my fucking seed!"
With a final, guttural roar, I buried myself to the root, my pelvis grinding against her swollen, sensitive clit. I wrapped my hands around her waist, holding her down, making sure not a single drop would escape.
"SPLUUURT! SPLUUURT! SPLUURT!"
The sound of my release was voluminous, a hot, rushing flood filling her deepest depths. Her body went rigid beneath me, her back arching off the bed in a perfect, strained curve. Her legs shot up into a stiff, quivering 'V' in the air.
"AAAHHH! AAAHHH! SQUIRT!! SQUIRT!! FSSSSSSHHHHH~ OOOOO~" Her eyes rolled back completely into her head, a silent, open-mouthed scream frozen on her face as she experienced a climax so intense it was almost seizure-like.
"Hngh!!!... Mmm!!! PISSSSSS~" She held that position for a long moment before collapsing back onto the mattress, her body twitching, her chest heaving as she sucked in ragged, desperate breaths.
I stayed buried inside her for a long moment, feeling the last few pulses of my own orgasm subside, feeling her inner muscles give weak, aftershock flutters around my sensitive shaft. Slowly, I pulled out.
"Schlurp. Schluuup."
The noise was wet and lewd, a nasty, hollow sound that highlighted the emptiness I left behind. I looked down at my handiwork. Mrs. Reis was a masterpiece of debauchery. Her ass and thighs were flushed a deep, angry red from the relentless slapping.
"Hngh! Hah… hng? H-haah?!" Her pussy was swollen, glistening with our combined fluids, a messy, well-used sight. The steel-faced woman who had coldly directed me through paperwork was gone, replaced by a blissed-out, utterly conquered doll, a faint, delirious smile on her lips.
I took a step back from the bed, my own breath beginning to steady. My cock, slick and shining, was still diamond-hard, jutting out from my body as if the last two hours and two intense orgasms had been nothing more than a light warm-up.
That's when I felt a presence. A soft, deliberate clapping sound.
I turned. Leaning against the observation window frame was Dr. Meredith Grey. Her arms were crossed under her breasts, pushing them up. A small, impressed smirk played on her lips. Her clinical white coat was open, and her eyes, sharp and intelligent, were focused unblinkingly on my still-throbbing cock.
"Six," she said, her voice a low, professional purr that didn't match the hungry look in her eyes.
I raised an eyebrow. "Doctor?"
"Six ejaculations," she clarified, pushing off the frame and taking a step closer. Her heels clicked softly on the polished floor.
"In just under two hours…. With a refractory period, I can only describe as… mythological. And you're still at full mast. That's not just impressive, Sael. That's a medical anomaly. A very, very fascinating one."
Her tone was that of a scientist assessing a rare specimen, but the dilation of her pupils and the slight flush on her neck told a different story. I gave her a lazy, confident grin.
"Just a healthy constitution, Doc. But I'll take the compliment."
She was right in front of me now, close enough that I could smell her perfume—something clean and clinical, like antiseptic and jasmine—underlying the scent of sex in the room. Her eyes flicked from my face down to my cock and back up again.
"A compliment is an understatement," she murmured. She reached out, not with hesitation, but with a curious, almost clinical boldness. Her fingers, cool and soft, wrapped around my shaft, giving me a slow, assessing stroke from root to tip. I twitched in her hand, a fresh bead of cum and arousal pearling at the tip. Her breath hitched.
"You can't possibly be satiated," she stated, her voice dropping even lower, losing its clinical edge and becoming something far more intimate.
"Not after that. The physiological evidence is… overwhelming."
I looked down at her, at the clever, hungry woman who had once charted my vitals in a hospital bed. Now she was charting a very different course.
"No," I agreed, my voice rough. "I'm not…. I'm always like this. I could go a few more rounds before I'm even close to done."
"Mmmm~" The look she gave me was pure, unadulterated arousal, mixed with a calculating edge. She bit her plump lower lip, her gaze darting over to where Mrs. Reis was snoring softly and my grandmother Nadia was watching us with a warm, approving glow. Dr. Grey seemed to come to a decision.
With a fluid motion, she turned her back to me. She placed her hands on the rumpled sheets of the mating bed, still warm from Mrs. Reis's body, and bent over, presenting herself to me. The position hiked up her white doctor's coat, revealing the curve of her ass encased in a tight, professional pencil skirt. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes dark with a lust she could no longer contain.
"My husband is a good man," she said, her voice a husky whisper laced with a thrilling guilt.
"I don't want to cheat on him. Not… completely." She reached back with one hand, pulling the fabric of her skirt up, revealing the bare, pale skin of her thighs and the delicate lace of her thong. She hooked a thumb in the side, pulling the flimsy fabric aside to expose the tight, puckered rosebud of her asshole.
She winked at me, a shockingly lewd gesture from the stoic doctor.
"This doesn't count, does it? Fuck my ass, Sael. Your doctor's orders."
Dr. Meredith Grey, she was bent over the same examination table where she'd so professionally assessed my vitals what felt like a lifetime ago. Now, her pristine white coat was gone, discarded on the floor, a casualty of our escalating frenzy. All that was left was the woman herself: the powerful, intelligent, in-control doctor brought low by pure, unadulterated lust.
Her skirt was pushed up around her waist, and her panties were a torn, black scrap of lace hanging off one ankle. The view was spectacular. Two perfectly round, pale moons of her ass were presented to me, framing the tight, pink pucker of her asshole. It was clenching and unclenching nervously, a tiny, winking star against her flawless skin.
"Come~ on~ Sael~ fuck my ass, it's ready for your big hard cock!~".
My cock, still slick with a mixture of Nadia's and Reis juices, was rock hard again, throbbing with a need that was its own entity, a separate beast living at the base of my spine. It left a wet, glistening trail on my thigh as I stepped closer.
"Remember….You offered," I said, my voice a low, rough growl that didn't even sound like my own. It was the voice of the act, the voice of the deed.
"I did," she breathed out, her voice trembling. She pushed her hips back, a silent, desperate invitation. "I need it…. I need to feel your giant cock inside of me…."
My hand came down on her ass in a sharp, stinging crack that echoed off the tiled walls.
"PAH!"
She jolted forward with a sharp gasp, "Ahn~!", and a bright red handprint bloomed instantly on her white skin. The sight of my mark on her sent a fresh jolt of possessive heat straight to my groin.
"Such a perky ass, Doctor," I grunted, rubbing the spot I'd just reddened.
"A fucking masterpiece…. Thank you for the offering."
Before she could even form a coherent reply, I lined up the bulbous, leaking head of my cock with that tight, forbidden entrance. I spat into my palm, slicking myself further, not bothering with gentleness. This wasn't about gentleness. This was about claiming. I placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing down, holding her steady.
"SHLICK!! Relax," I commanded, though it was hardly a request. I pushed.
"RRRIIPPP!!! SSHHLLUUPPP!!" Her whole body went rigid as a board. A choked, guttural sound was ripped from her throat.
"AAHHHNNN!!!! Ugh! Ughk! HMPH!!!" Her fingers scrambled for purchase on the slick vinyl of the table, nails scraping uselessly.
I didn't stop. I couldn't. The resistance was immense, an almost impossible tightness that threatened to strangle my cock, but I fed her inch after brutal inch, my own teeth gritted with the effort of it. And then, with a final, pop-like sensation, I was in. Buried to the hilt in the scalding, velvety depths of her ass.
"AAAHHHH! FUCK!" she screamed, her head thrown back, her spine arched into a painful-looking curve. Her body convulsed around me, milking me instantly.
"Oh, God… oh, holy shit… your cock… it's a monster!!! FUCK! You're filling me up!"
I gave her a moment, letting her adjust to the overwhelming intrusion, feeling the frantic flutter of her inner muscles around my shaft. Then I drew back slowly, reveling in the exquisite friction, before slamming home again.
"PAH!" The sound of our bodies connecting was obscenely loud.
"How's that for a physical, Doctor?" I grunted, setting a punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a full-body impact.
"PAH! PAH! PAH!"
"Ahn! Ahn! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!" she wailed, her professional facade not just cracked but utterly pulverized. She was just an animal now, just a body begging to be fucked.
A bizarre thought, a fragment from another life, popped into my head. I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her sweaty back, and put my lips close to her ear.
"Tell me, Grey," I panted, my hips never ceasing their brutal piston motion.
"PAH! PAH! Is your husband's name… Derek?"
She froze for a split second, a moment of shocking clarity in her pleasure-drunk haze.
"Y-yes!" she stammered out, confusion and ecstasy warring in her voice. "How… how did you… Ahn~! …know that?!"
"Just a lucky guess," I smirked, and then I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into the soft flesh, and put every ounce of my strength into fucking her. I was no longer just moving; I was demolishing her.
"PAH! PAH! PAH! PAH!"
"FUCK! YES! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK IT!" she shrieked, her voice breaking.
"FORGET DEREK! FUCK ME! Ahn~! AAHH!!"
My hand rose and fell again, spanking her already crimson ass. "PAH!"
"You love my cock, Grey? You love getting your ass stretched open? PAH!!"
"Yes! Baby, yes! I love it! Fuck it! Fuck it like you own it!" she sobbed, the words torn from her.
I reached around, my hand groping roughly for one of her magnificent breasts. I found it, heavy and swaying with the force of my thrusts, and I pinched her nipple hard, twisting it between my thumb and forefinger.
"Ahn~! Yes! Pinch them! Dominate me! Own my body!" she begged, her words becoming a slurred mantra of submission.
It was all the encouragement I needed. I pulled out of her ass, earning a desperate whimper of loss, and manhandled her onto her back on the ruined sheets. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and wild, her hair a mess, her lips swollen. I descended on her, capturing one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking hard.
"Schlurp!!! SUCK!! SLLLRRRUUPPPP!!!!"
My tongue lashed at the stiff peak while my hand worked the other, pinching and rolling it roughly. My cock found her abused, gaping hole again and I sheathed myself inside her in one smooth, brutal stroke.
"Ahn~! God! So deep! It's so deep!" she cried out, her hands clawing at my back. "I'm going to be addicted to this! I'm going to need this monster cock in my ass every day!"
"SUCKK!!! BITEE!!!" I smirked against her breast, then opened my mouth wider and bit down. Not a love bite. A claim. My teeth sank into the soft flesh of her breast, and I bit down until I tasted the coppery tang of blood on my tongue.
She didn't scream in pain. She screamed in ecstasy.
"AAHH!!! UUUUUHHHH!!~! FFFUUUCCCCKKKK!!!!~!!! SQQUUIIIRRRTT!!! SQUIRT!! "
Her body locked up, her back arching off the bed violently as a massive, convulsing orgasm ripped through her. Her ass clamped down on my cock like a vice, the rhythmic pulses dragging me right to the very edge with her.
"I'm gonna cum, Grey," I grunted, my own control shattering.
"I'm gonna fill that perfect ass up."
"Do it!" she screamed, her eyes rolling back.
"Creampie my ass! Breed my ass! Dump it all inside me! Please!"
"THUMP!!! THUMP!! PAHH!! PAHH!! AAAHHH!!! TAKE IT!!!!"
With a final, guttural roar, I buried myself as deep as I could get, my pelvis grinding against her sore, reddened cheeks. I felt the eruption begin at the very base of my spine, a volcanic surge of release that shot up my shaft and exploded out of me into her depths.
"Spluuurt! Spluuurt! Spluuuurt!"
Jet after hot jet of my cum flooded her insides, painting her walls white. I collapsed on top of her, spent, as her body continued to twitch and shudder beneath me, coaxing the last few drops from my throbbing cock.
"Hah… hng? H-haah?! Aaahhh♥" She was making these tiny, incoherent mewling sounds, her face flushed a deep, satisfying red, her eyes completely unfocused. She was on the verge of passing out, utterly conquered.
After a long moment, I pushed myself up. With a wet, obscene sound, "Plop," my cock slipped out of her well-used hole. I looked down at my handiwork. Her asshole was gaping, a slack, open O that was a perfect mirror of my own girth. A trickle of my cum, white against her red skin, was already leaking out onto the sheet.
A profound, ridiculous silence descended upon the room, broken only by the ragged breathing of four very exhausted people. Nadia was asleep. Reis was staring at the ceiling with a dopy, satiated smile. And Meredith Grey was just… gone. Completely blissed out of her mind.
I looked around at the scene. The three beautiful women, all in various states of undress and unconsciousness, covered in sweat and our shared releases. The puddles of cum on the floor. The utter devastation of the once-pristine room. A slow, silly grin spread across my face.
'Might as well document the occasion,' I thought, the impulse sudden and irresistible.
I found my discarded pants and fished out my phone. I held it up, angling it for a selfie. I made sure the shot showed the glistening sweat on my torso, the red scratch marks from eager nails that raked down my chest and abs—trophies from each of them. In the background, the three women were a tangle of limbs and bliss, their faces conveniently obscured by arms, hair, and the angle of the shot.
The photo didn't show any explicit genitalia, but it didn't need to. The message was clear: the glistening bodies, the sheen of sweat, the obvious puddles on the rumpled sheets, the way Grey's legs were still splayed open, the visible bite mark on her breast… it was a masterpiece of implication.
I tapped into my Sael VT Stargram account. My thumb hovered for a second. This was it. The first real, uncensored peek behind the VTuber avatar. It was a risk, but in a world, this sexually charged, maybe it wasn't a risk at all. Maybe it was just good marketing.
I typed out the caption: 'Doing my government duty. It felt good. #GRMD #SupportTheProgram #PopulationGrowth #SaelVTLive #RealNotVirtual'
"Hehehe…. This will be a habit in the future," I tagged it with every relevant and semi-relevant hashtag I could think of. I then set the image with the highest privacy locks—no downloads, no screenshots, no forwardings.
The metadata was scrubbed the second I posted it. Let them look. Let them wonder. Let them get thirsty. But no one would ever be able to prove where it was taken or who the gorgeous, well-fucked women in the background were.
Sael VT was always going to have to step into the light eventually. He was, after all, just me. Better to control the narrative, to make the public fall in love with the idea of me before they ever learned the whole truth. This wasn't just a thirst trap; it was a piece of fan service that blurred the line between my virtual persona and my very real, very physical life.
'If I were going to enjoy it, better enjoy it properly, right?'
I put the phone down and looked at the sleeping forms of my grandmother, my case handler, and my doctor. I smiled. Duty and appointment are done for now.