Beg For It Pt. 02

Dr. Richard Chambers opened the front door of his beautiful home and squinted as the light from the rising sun hit his face. He turned and checked the handle to verify the door was locked, then turned to walk towards his car.

"Hi Dr. Chambers," Sarah, the eighteen-year-old, next-door neighbor quickly greeted him. "It's going to be beautiful out today. Do you need anything in particular today?"

He smiled. She was such a helpful girl, always doing anything for him. "The flower beds could use a little weeding, Sarah. That's all I can think of at the moment. Maybe you can help clean the bathrooms later."

"I'll get right on it," she said, rushing over to the bed in front of his house and starting to pull the weeds. He noticed how lovely she was growing up to be, wearing her little cut-off jean shorts and too-small t-shirt that showed off her bra-less breasts nicely.

He remembered how she wasn't always this nice to him. In fact, it wasn't more than two months ago that this little college freshman was out teepeeing his lawn in the middle of the night with her friends. She tortured him by writing nasty things on the side of his car and his car windows. Tortured him by having loud friends over late at night, listening to loud rap music in the back yard while he was trying to sleep. Tortured him by prank calling at all hours of the night.

Sure, he talked to her mother and father a few times, but they seemed uninclined to really even hear his issues, let alone help solve them. It ended up he had to take the issue into his own hands. He smiled at the pleasant results.

He opened his car door, noting how the sun shown clearly off his newly cleaned windows. He set his briefcase in the back seat and turned to thank the girl.

"Thanks for cleaning my car windows, Sarah. You know you don't have to do that."

"I know Dr. Chambers. But I enjoy doing it for you. You know I enjoy doing everything for you." Her excitement seemed a little... overzealous. He chuckled. She was so... cooperative... now. He'd made sure of that.

"I know you do... and it's appreciated," he smiled at her. He knew why she did it... and it wasn't out of the goodness of her heart or out of any love for him.

"And that outfit... you look so good today," he complimented her. He truly loved it when she dressed so slutty for him. "You certainly are growing up to be a beautiful young woman."

"Thank you," she said almost automatically. Almost absently, as if it just came out. "Dr. Chambers? Can I... can I come over at 5pm today?"

"Sure Sarah. I'll make sure I'm home by then." He smiled... the kind of smile that scared Sarah. "Maybe you can bring a girlfriend over this time... you know... to keep you company."

Sarah was scared. She didn't want to bring a friend over. She didn't want to help him ensnare another victim. But she didn't have a lot of choice in the matter, if she wanted his help to handle her... well... problem. When she first became... infected, she tried to avoid him, tried to handle it all on her own. And it was absolutely disastrous. Nothing she seemed to do got rid of the... the itch... the need. It only made it worse... and worse... and worse! She couldn't go through that again. She had to keep doing whatever he asked until she could find a cure.

"Uh... sure... I'll try Dr. Chambers." Her mind quickly searched, trying to find someone she could bring over, who would trust her, who would understand and help her.

"That would be lovely. You have a great day now, dear. I'll see you later."

"But... but what about...?" she asked, hoping that he was going to give her a little relief. Something to tie her over the for the day.

"Oh... are you that far along?" She nodded and licked her lips in anticipation. "You can't wait until 5pm?"

"No... I can't wait that long." She whined.

It made him laugh how much she now begged for his help. She used to be so uppity, so difficult.

He pulled a tube out of his briefcase and she excitedly extended her hand. He slowly pressed out a half-inch glob of gel into her palm. Then recapped and put the tube back into his briefcase.

"That should do the trick," he smiled.

"You're the best Dr. Chambers!" she said quickly as his door shut. She rubbed the gel over her hand and lips.

He slid his seat belt across his lap as he watched the girl. The engine roared to life and the car slowly backed out of the driveway and into the street. He made a kissing motion with his lips as he drove away, teasing the girl.

It had been so easy to trick her, he thought to himself. He put some of his MediGel on a can of pop and offered it to her as a gesture of peace. She was angered by the oil that seemed to be on the outside of the can, that coated her hand when she grabbed it, but he claimed it was from him working in the house. She thanked him and quickly took it back to her house, wondering what he was up to, being so nice and all.

She opened it and lifted it to her lips, accidentally tasting a little of the oil on the can as it coated her lips. She wiped her lips on her sleeve, upset that he didn't even have the intelligence to clean the can before giving it to her, then threw the whole thing away, disgusted.

She washed her hands, trying to get the oil off of them and just a few hours later slid into bed... feeling her hands and lips tingle. It felt good to touch them... to slide her fingers over her lips... and between them... to suck on one... then two... then to fill her mouth with her fingers... sliding between those incredibly sensitive, tingling lips.

Richard stopped at the stop sign at the end of the street and smiled as he remembered how she had come over to his house late that night, knocking on the door, hoping for the help he'd promised her. She was shaking with desire and sucking on anything she could get her lips on. He said he might have something that would help, and watched her surprised, revulsive reaction as he untied his robe and exposed himself to her. But that look quickly changed when he told her that he'd help her, but there would be a cost. And her payment would come every time she needed relief. She was paying daily.

She quickly went back to work, weeding the flower gardens and then trimming around his lawn, doing anything she could think of to make Dr. Chambers happy. She knew that as the day wore on, she'd feel the tingling becoming stronger. It wouldn't be long before she would have to try to take care of it herself... begging for his return. She lifted the handle of the little garden rake to her lips and, looking around nervously, stroking it in her hands as if it were a cock, licking it, feeling the texture against her tongue. She shivered and then slid it inside her mouth, giving herself unimaginable pleasure.

"No!" she chastised herself and went back to weeding. She didn't need to now. She had some of the control gel. She could handle this. At least... until 5pm.

*****

Dr. Chambers slid into his white lab coat, his assistant right by his side.

"So... what are we going to work on today?" Kristen asked softly, almost sadly. Her lab coat looked a little tighter today and her long legs disappeared into it without even a sliver of her skirt showing, making Richard wonder if she wore any clothing under the smock or not. He wouldn't have been surprised and would have been even happier if she hadn't.

"I think Stage Three has worked out well so far. I think it's time we start addressing Stage Four."

"Can we... you know... first?" she asked nervously, her hands shaking a little.

He smiled lewdly, as if imagining what she wanted. "Sure... you need a little... fix... eh? Maybe we could go to my office..."

"Dr. Chambers?" a male voice called to him from down the hall.

Richard looked up to see one of the project managers from the front office walking down the hall with a young, well-dressed woman he didn't recognize beside him.

"Dr. Chambers, this is Emily Watson. She's an intern from the University and will be here for the summer. We've assigned her to your team to work on the MediGel project, if that's ok with you."

The girl extended her hand to him and Richard shook it slowly. "Sure, sure... I could use the help. Thanks Brian," he said to the manager.

Brian smiled knowingly. "She'll be a perfect fit, Doctor. You're a senior, right Emily?"

"Yes. I graduate in the Fall."

"Perfect. Perfect. And might I say you're a beautiful young lady, too. You don't see that too often in this field, do you Kristen?"

Kristen looked at her as if she were frightened, but was interrupted by the doctor's question. "No, Doctor, you don't." She gulped, wondering how she could scare the girl away... maybe to get help somehow.

"Thank you..." Emily said, wondering what that look meant. At first she thought Kristen felt threatened by her or something, then wondered what else it was.

"Well, let's get you a lab coat and introduce you to our MediGel research to get you started. I'm sure I'll have something for you to work on."

"Doctor, what about our little... talk?" Kristen asked quietly, trying not to let Emily overhear.

"Soon, Kristen. Soon."

The trio made their way over to the cabinet and selected a lab coat that fit Emily perfectly. As they walked back into the secured lab, Richard gave an overview of the project.

"For the past four years, MediScience Incorporated has been working on a product we call MediGel. This product will completely revolutionize medicine. We're combining nanotechnology with biotechnology for the first time. In particular, this product will help people heal wounds faster and safer under just about any condition. Hopefully the technology will help conquer disease itself.

"The idea is to put nanotechnology-infested gel, the MediGel, onto a wound, cover it, and then just let the microscopic robots heal it.

"The development has been divided into four phases and we've just completed the third. The first phase was to develop a gel that would be an on-contact pain killer. We wanted the gel to be put on the wounds and to guarantee that it would severely reduce the amount of pain felt by the patient. Phase Two was to develop an anti-bacterial component to the gel so that the wound wouldn't get infected. The programming for this is extremely sophisticated. Being able to determine harmful cells from the patient's healthy cells was particularly difficult."

Richard opened the glass door to his personal lab and let the two ladies enter first.

"We just completed Phase Three of the project. That phase was for the gel to make the tissue pliable to help it heal. Kristen and I have been working... closely... on this phase for the better part of the last two years. We made a great discovery just a couple months ago, as a matter of fact, that helped bring this phase to a close."

Richard looked at Kristen as she watched the floor in silence, trying to avoid eye contact with the girl. Her hands tapped her legs in an uneasy, nervous gesture. He knew the tingling in her ass was growing quickly.

"Phase Four is to develop an enhanced healing component that would then let the pliant flesh be restitched to close the wound. All in all, this product will have far-reaching implications in the medical field. Imagine all the little kids with their cuts and scrapes being completely healed at home. Imagine all the surgeries that would have the patient home the next day."

Emily looked excited. "That sounds incredible, Doctor! I don't know what I can do to help, but I'm ready for anything!"

"Oh, my dear, that is exactly what I was hoping you would say," Richard laughed even as Kristen winced. She knew what that laugh meant. He lifted four three-ring binders from the shelf and handed them to her. "First of all, I want you to read up on this research a little to get caught up. I should have more work for you some time this afternoon. Sound good?"

"Yes, sir! It sounds really awesome!" the excited college senior replied, anxiously grabbing the books.

"You can sit over at that desk. I'm sure Brian showed you around the place in case you need anything."

"Yes he did."

"Good... good... So, we'll leave you to your reading. Kristen and I have some... business... to attend to."

Richard and Kristen slipped into the next lab and donned their gloves, ready for the next step in their development. Every now and then Richard looked up to see Emily still reading, still absorbing the material. He smiled... she was just like Jennifer, one of his previous assistants.

*****

It was Jennifer that actually made his most recent and favorable discovery, accidently getting some of the nano-infested ointment on her finger. She tried to wipe it off with a tissue, but the oily substance only spread more. It didn't take long for her to start feeling the effects of the raw, untested gel. When Richard came upon her a little later, she was licking and sucking on her finger until she made herself orgasm from it. And that only made the cycle start again.

She'd start fingering herself, swirling her finger in her wetness... then sliding it over the course fabric on the wall... then over smooth silk of her blouse. Each new sensation drove her to orgasm again and again. He watched her, noting her reactions, noting her obsessions over her tingling, sensitive finger. She couldn't work, eat, or sleep... just constantly feel things with her finger and constantly orgasm from it.

Realizing the potential for what happened, he slipped a tube of the ointment into his pocket and took it, along with Jennifer, home for the week. He had to find out what was going on. Upon investigation he found that the nanites had made the flesh on her finger very soft and extremely sensitive... to the point where it was orgasmic. He had a good base ingredient for something new and incredible but he needed to find out a lot more about it.

Testing over the weekend allowed him to envision methods to modify it, although it would take time. He had to develop some kind of antidote first, so he didn't get trapped by the nanites. And he had to develop a control mechanism... something to reduce the sensations but not get rid of them altogether. He wanted to keep Jennifer on edge but still allow him to have his fun.

Simon, the lead programmer on the project, and Mira, his assistant and love interest sat in Richard's living room.

"What do you need from us, Dr. Chambers," Simon said softly.

Richard knew the antidote was going to take time, so he concentrated on the control mechanism first. "What I'd like to do is change the programming, a little, so that the nanites... I don't know... just sleep after sensing some chemical. Then maybe, after a time, start up again."

"A time?" Simon asked, taking notes. "Like... after two hours or something?"

"No... I was thinking more like eight hours." Richard was hoping that, after the application of a new chemical, the nanites could rest, and then start up again to repeat the cycle. But... the restart timing was the easy part. He hard part was to have the nanobots sample the blood and look for the chemical markers first.

"I could give you the chemical markers to look for, if the nanites could pick them up and react to them."

"Well," Simon rubbed his chin and looked at Mira. "I think we could."

"Are you thinking about changing the control subroutine?" Mira asked, pushing her glasses up her nose. The pesky, thick frames tended to slide down her nose so she was constantly adjusting them.

Simon nodded. "Yeah... in the bioRead function. I just don't know if it can read another chemical marker. Is there room in the table for that?"

Richard looked at one and then the other as they collaborated. He was always amazed the way their brains worked when they worked on a problem together. It was like solutions bounced back and forth between them until they finally reached the conclusion.

"Yeah," Mira nodded. "There's memory available for several more entries as long as the number of marker parameters fit. We only planned for ten. So, if we go beyond that... the number of changes will grow."

Richard put up his hand. "I can make the chemical rather... simplistic. So? Does that mean we have a plan?"

Simon smiled and nodded.

"And I can have it by...?"

Simon and Mira looked at each other, relaying information wordlessly in their own private language that no one else ever understood.

"A week?" Simon suggested and Mira nodded. Simon looked at Richard. "A week."

*****

True to their word, it took them a week, a week of Richard being around Jennifer's constant addiction to self-pleasure, testing version after version of software before it finally worked. This new liquid would definitely do the trick... it temporarily disabled the nanites in the infected area, temporarily taking away the softness and sensitivity. With a little tweaking of the concentration to help the nanites recognize the chemical, he was able to disable the sensitivity for a full eight hours.

"Hi Jennifer," he said softly as he unlocked the bedroom door and walked inside. "How are you doing this morning?" This was his third test trial this week.

"I'm ok," she said, licking and sucking on her finger again. "Do you have something to help me yet?" she asked, scared and desperate. "Please doctor, I need it to stop..."

Richard patted her head and shoulders as he looked down on her naked body, sitting on the edge of the bed. "There, there, I do have something that I think will help. You remember that each trial has helped give you relief longer and longer. Let me try this one."

He took the gel and put it on Jennifer's infected finger, even as she was shaking with need. The cool wetness made her orgasm right then and there and he held her wrist gently, moving her hand down to her wet, exposed pussy. Without even prompting her, she easily slid her finger around her pussy, circling and pressing on her clit, sliding first one, then two, then three fingers inside herself, fingering herself mercilessly.

He knew exactly when the sensitivity set in, this wasn't the first time he'd tested her like this and her body was so beautifully reactive. The nanites worked so much faster on sensitive flesh. Her body became frantic. Her eyes opened wide, almost pleading with him. He smiled as she moved to use both hands to work her overheated clit, practically clawing at it. Her hands, arms, and legs were shaking wildly as she lay on her back, fingering herself to orgasm again and again.

While she was still fingering herself, he sprayed her pussy with the control concentration and within seconds she stopped and fell onto her back in a deep sleep. It was a sleep she hadn't had in weeks.

Within the eight hours, though, she was awake again. At first, she was slowly circling her finger over her pussy, embarrassed that she couldn't stop him from watching. Within several more minutes, it was almost back to full sensitivity and she shoved her hand inside herself again and again... anything to feel the sensation. When even that wasn't enough, she shoved a pillow between her legs and ground her pussy into it relentlessly.

He ran several tests on different parts of her body, testing to make sure the eight hours was consistent no matter where the gel was placed. He also made sure there wasn't a growing immunity to the spray that would render it useless. After a few days, he was very confident in the control spray.

*****

It was Friday and he sat in the conference room at MediScience Incorporated, a sprawling technical and medical campus just outside the city. Simon and Mira joined him again.

He smiled and gave them both a plain, white envelope. "Just a little something to show my appreciation."

"Oh, uh... thank you," Simon said, embarrassed, which Mira quietly echoed. Neither one of them was ever comfortable receiving gifts.

"You are very welcome. This was a well-deserved bonus. What you've done for this project was incredible. I did want you to do one more thing for me, though."

"Yeah?" Simon said. Mira hung on their every word.

"I want to put in one more chemical marker for me. This on will completely disable the nanites. I was hoping this would be easier than the last change."

Simon nodded and looked at Mira. "Yeah... as long as the markers work out, instead of a sleep mode, we can engage complete power-off.

Mira nodded. "They already power off once their job is done anyway."

"Excellent!" Richard smiled. "I'll give you the marker by the end of the day. What do you think? Another week?"

"No, no," Simon said quickly. This one should be quick since now we're already looking for chemical markers."

Richard's plan was working so much better than he ever expected. "Even better! I'll talk to you by the end of business today, then."

*****

Finally feeling like he had control over the nanites, Richard knew he'd have to try one more test. He walked into Jennifer's room at his house with a blue tube of gel and a red spray bottle in hand and moved to the bed. The room had no other furniture, except a chair. Jennifer lay back, her legs spread and her fingers idly stroking her wetness as she watched him approach.

"Is that a... a cure?" she asked, her voice cracking from the strain of her addiction, two fingers sliding inside. It was almost like she became even more addicted when Richard came around, almost as if her body was anticipating the pleasure he provided her.

"Just another test, I'm afraid," he said, grabbing her wrist and sliding her finger into his mouth. He sucked and nibbled on it, scraping it along his teeth, making her moan in pleasure as she melted before him. The nanites were definitely activated again, making her finger into her little cock.

"Please..." she begged. "No more...."

"You know have to find a cure, Jennifer. You understand, don't you?" he asked, sounding very concerned. "I mean, if not for yourself, think of all those people we use the MediGel on." Pushing down on her wrist, he guided her finger between her legs again, prompting Jennifer to take over and do what she knew was necessary... and what felt so good. "Think about them Jennifer as you touch yourself."

She swiped her finger across her clit and slid it along her labia before plunging it inside. "I... I get so horny, doctor. I... I do things. I... I keep doing things. Please don't..."

"We have to make sure the conditions are right so we can cure it, Jennifer. You know that." He watched her eyes twitch and roll back in her head as the pleasure hit and her finger stroked faster and faster. She was moaning with every breath, excited to her very core. He could imagine the little nanites running all around inside her little finger and pussy, making everything so extra sensitive.

She didn't hear a thing as Richard removed his clothes, laying all of it neatly on the floor by the door. He moved onto the bed, his cock bobbing in front of him as he shuffled forward between her legs. He grabbed her wrist as he moved closer and let his cock slide against her pussy. She jolted, her eyes opening wide to focus on him.

She saw his naked body and her eyes opened wider with both fear... and desire. Her eyes quickly drifted lower, until she watched his cock slide against her extremely swollen and red labia. And then it pushed inside her and everything exploded within her. Her mind was flooded with so much pleasure it completely shut down. She had no idea how many times she came and he just kept fucking her... hard... fast... then slow... and long. Her world revolved around that cock.

She knew he could do anything he wanted with her and she wouldn't even try to stop him, as long as he continued fucking her... as long as she continued to cum and cum.

Eventually he came inside her and then slowly pulled out, even as she weakly protested. She was so tired now. She felt the cool gel he spread over her pussy and then the relief as the torturous tingling need finally... finally!... subsided.

Richard could feel his cock throbbing to life again. Even the air around it made it feel so good. He wondered if he should even apply the antidote since it felt so good. God, those nanites! Those little robots worked hard to make his cock so extremely sensitive, making every nerve ending fire again and again. It was throbbing, begging to be touched. He knew he could easily lose his mind to it.

He knew he had to apply the antidote. He found the sprayer and sprayed his cock with it. Within a minute, the tingling stopped and his erection began to subside, the pleasurable tingling subsiding with it.

He only had to wait eight hours to make sure it didn't get worse again... and then track it a little longer, just to make sure.

He smiled as he popped open the bottle of champagne and poured two glasses for Jennifer and himself.

"You find a cure?" Jennifer asked as she, barely able to move, picked up the flute and brought it to her lips. She looked down at the sparkling liquid and then at her pussy, wondering what the champagne bubbles would feel like on her clit.

"Well, not exactly a cure... but I think this will help you live almost a normal life," Richard said, tapping the tube of gel.

Jennifer's body was visibly relaxed now as the nanites switched off, giving her body a rest once more. In her case... he knew the need would return in eight hours.

That's what made this so delicious. She... and anyone else he infected... would be constantly in need of the relief he could offer them. And he would always get something in return.

*****

"Doctor?" Kristen said, breaking him out of his memory, her voice betraying her need. She grabbed the sleeve of his coat, accentuating her need. "Can we...?"

He smiled and looked at her, playing dumb. "Can we... what?"

She looked out the windowed walls and saw no one paying attention. She unfastened her lab coat from the top down and showed that she wore nothing but black lingerie beneath... just the kind he liked. Her black stockinged legs disappeared under the lab coat to nothing covering her wet, bare pussy. Her breasts were enhanced by her demi-bra, her nipples obviously stiff.

"I need you to fuck my ass," she said confidently.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah... please... I need it, doctor," she said reaching behind herself and obviously inserting a finger. "I'll do anything..."

He smiled, sliding a hand over his slacks, feeling his cock harden. He loved slutty, needy girls like her. "Really? Anything? Maybe we should go to my office for a little... meeting."

She quickly buttoned her lab coat again and he turned and led her down the hall to his private office. She was starting to have difficulty walking now, her ass was tingling and burning with so much desire and need. She wanted to run... wanted to make him go faster... she would have even let him just take her here in the hallway.

He fumbled with the keys to the door of his office as she slumped against the wall, shivering and breathing heavily, pressing her ass into the firm surface. She was angered by his casual whistling, his slowness in turning the key in the fucking lock! Oh, God, she needed it bad!

He finally opened the door and she pushed past him, practically tearing her lab coat off as she moved inside, tossing it aside. He laughed, closing and locking the door behind him, and turning on the lights.

Kristen was bent over, one hand on the desk holding herself upright while the other was curled around her behind, a lone finger thrusting into her asshole.

"You like getting fuck in the ass after all, huh?" he laughed sliding out of his own lab coat.

"Yes!" she practically screamed as she watched him slide his pants off and toss them aside, along with his shirt. He was naked, his cock long but flaccid. He was amused by the look on her face when she realized it would take some work to get him ready to fuck her. She needed it, and needed it now!

She fell to her knees in front of him, her hands stroking his thigh close to his cock, her lips moving close to it so he could feel her panting breath.

"What can I do for you?" she asked, looking up at him.

"I'd say you have to get me hard enough to fuck your ass," he laughed.

She hated this game. She hated that she had to play it every single day for the past three months. She always ended up begging him, on her knees, with him fucking her face. She hated how he constantly humiliated her. But she had no choice. She knew what it was like to be under the influence of the gel for a long period of time, ignored by him. How many objects did she fuck herself with while being defiant, telling herself that she didn't need him? How many men did she coax into fucking her before she came running back to him for even the tiniest relief. She couldn't let that happen again.

She let his cock slide between her lips as she sucked it into her mouth. One of her hands was busy fingering her asshole, trying to get even the slightest relief so she could have some kind of time to get him hard. She looked up at him, only to see him watching her, smiling so fucking smugly. She tried to act as she knew he wanted, letting his cock free and smearing it all over her face. She licked the shaft, all the way up to the head, right under the ridge, the place she knew he liked. He shuddered and she knew she was on the right track.

She let just the head between her lips as her fingers slid among his balls, feeling their weight. Slowly, she pushed forward, letting his cock slide deeper and deeper into her mouth until it hit the back. She swallowed, letting the motion of her throat help to jerk him off. He moaned louder now, getting closer and closer. She started to pull back, but he grabbed her head tightly, holding his cock deep in her mouth. She heard her own raspy breathing through her nose as he started stroking in and out, driving deep into the back of her throat.

She gurgled a little, some because she couldn't help it, but some because she knew how much he liked it. She felt her saliva dribbling out of her mouth and onto her chin, dripping onto her heaving, bare chest. He was so hard now and she knew it wouldn't be long before he was stroking this monstrosity in her ass. Then she'd get the relief she needed so badly.

As he used her mouth, she slid another finger beneath herself, sliding it into her ass, too. The angle was poor and she couldn't move very far inside herself, but it was enough for now.

.

"If I fuck your ass and give you relief, you'll help me enslave someone, won't you?" he asked, slowly sliding in and out of her mouth.

When she didn't respond, he grabbed her head tightly and pinched her nose shut, cutting off all oxygen.

"You'll help me enslave someone, won't you?" he asked again. "I saw how you looked at Emily. I think you need to bring her into the family for me."

She tried to pull away, but he was too strong. She grabbed his wrist, trying to pull his hand away to no avail. She felt trapped, unable to breath, trapped in the explosive pleasure emanating from the fingers in her ass. Her eyes fluttered as she looked up at him and nodded.

"I knew you would," he said, releasing her nose and pulling free from her mouth. She panted loudly as he lifted her to her feet and moved her to his desk chair. He sat in it and turned her around to face away from him. "Now, let's see how this cock feels inside your ass."

She shivered, knowing the amount of pleasure she was going to feel now was going to be mind-blowing. She put her hands on the arms of the chair and slowly lowered herself until she felt the head of his cock. She moved slightly and reached between her legs to line him up with her extremely sensitive asshole. When it slipped across the tight rosebud she shook and her legs almost collapsed as the pleasure soared through her body.

"Oh my fucking god!" she moaned loudly, exhaling sharply.

She pressed backwards, letting the head split her and press up inside her. Without even waiting for her ass to accommodate his large shaft, she pressed back harder, driving him all the way inside her, making her cum violently. She lost her footing and fell back into him, his large arms holding her tightly so she didn't break his cock in half.

Slowly his hips moved, moving his cock a little in and out of her tight orifice.

"Oh yeah," he groaned. "So fucking good!"

Kristen just moaned loudly, obviously agreeing with him. She lifted her feet onto the edge of the chair, trying to push into him to make him go deeper, but her legs were barely operating now. They shook violently and uncontrollably with every orgasm that continually rolled over her body. It felt like there was nothing more to life than the pleasure in her ass when she finally felt relief and collapsed.

Richard stepped away from the spent woman, leaving her sprawled on his desk, face down. He took the little container of gel half-filled with the control gel, slowly wiped it over and around her ass, and put it back into his safe. Then he closed the door and spun the combination lock. Now it was time to start thinking about someone new.

His little harem was nearly complete. But he could sense some unrest in the building... and knew that would mean trouble.