Fertility Idol: 6

After class, Mark found himself wondering if it was too early to head back to the apartment. He was definitely feeling the need for some private relaxation time…

Hot bodies, moaning as I press them up against the desk and fuck them, dominate them, seed them with my sperm…

Mark shuddered, imagining the entire class sitting in front of him, but every college student panting, as they looked back up at him, their chairs pushed back to accommodate their bulging bellies and heavy, milk-full breasts…

And now his cock was at full mast, again, precum adding to the stain in his pants.

Fuck!

He wanted a woman to fuck right now, to make…

“Ah!”

He heard the voice and spun around, which really showed off the bulge in his pants.

And standing in the doorway was Doctor Cho…

Staring at his tented pants, the growing stain of precum obvious in the light.

Shit! Great, he was about to get fired, and even that thought wasn’t making Mr. Happy go down in the slightest, especially as he stared at her trim figure, the swell of her hips…

“You’re…” Cho was blushing furiously as she stared at his cock. “It’s…”

“Um, yeah, the girls were talking about the statue and I guess…”

“That statue!” she said, actually stamping her foot, which set her tits to jiggling a little bit.

Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum right in my pants.

“This is the problem with it!” she said, and suddenly Mark noticed how her nipples were erect, pressing into the fabric of her white shirt.

She glared at his concealed cock. “It gets men thinking…thinking about stuff! Bad stuff!”

“Bad stuff,” Mark said, staring at the way she was just… staring at his cock, like she couldn’t pull her eyes away. “What kind of bad stuff?” He felt…strong. Powerful. Remembering that statue, he wondered if there had ever been a male statue, of a tall, powerful man, cock ready to seed his girl as he bent her over to accept his dominion.

Cho was panting… wringing her hands as she stared at Mark’s bulge.

“Like… Making us feel that we’re… we’re supposed to be a man’s… that we need to be taken… to be bred, bent…bent over a table and fucked…” She pressed her legs together. “Like… like we need a man… we need a man to make us his…” She shuddered, and suddenly Mark saw little droplets raining on the floor under her skirt, her sex juices overflowing her pussy.

Suddenly he felt strong, powerful. Here was his boss, the doctor, just staring at his cock, unable to tear her eyes away. Quivering.

She needed it.

“Is that what the statue makes you think?” Mark asked, “That you need to have a man, a man who would make you his?”

“I… I can’t…” she said a whine entering her voice. “What…what would people think, if they saw me acting like a… slut.”

“But you’re not acting like a slut,” Mark said, a growl entering his voice. “You’re acting like you need a man. It would be up to him what happened.”

“I… The statue… I keep thinking of it. She was bred… Bred… Made… His…”

“His what?” Mark asked.

“His girl…” Now Cho’s eyelids fluttered closed.

Mark stared and suddenly, he didn’t care if he got fired. He reached down and Cho’s eyes flew open as the sound of his zipper echoed in the empty classroom.

She opened her mouth, maybe to shout, to remind him that she was his boss, and this was totally improper, but then her eyes went wide as she saw his thick, long cock.

Bigger than it had ever been. Mark had an image of the statue wishing for the kind of man who could seed a woman, make her his… And Cho was just staring, panting, unable evidently to think of anything to say.

“Maybe you should see what it tastes like,” Mark said. He reached out and put his hand on the top of her head, enjoying the feel of her hair.

“Tastes…” Cho said softly. She ran her tongue along her lips.

“Yes,” Mark said and ran a finger along the tip of his cock, coating it in his precum, then rubbed Cho’s lips with it.

She moaned, closing her eyes, and then licked her lips, moaning again, before Mark chuckled, pressing his finger into her mouth.

Cho opened her mouth and started sucking on his finger.

Mark chuckled and waited until she finished. Then she looked up, her eyes wide.

“Now let’s see how well you do with a cock,” Mark said. Any hesitation was gone. “Down.”

Cho stared at him and then fell to her knees. The rest of the floor was quiet. Mark bet everyone was gone, but…

Who cared? The only important thing was the woman on her knees in front of him, staring at his cock with hypnotized eyes. He pulled her forward by her hair, and Cho opened her mouth, taking his cock in, massaging it with her lips and running her tongue over it. Mark kept holding her by her head, controlling her.

It felt right, to see a woman—no, his woman, on her knees in front of him. He let her suck his cock for a few moments, then pulled her head closer, her surprised grunt ending in a muffled moan as she took more of his shaft into her mouth and throat. Cho wasn’t gagging, and the walls of her mouth and throat were tight and warm against Mark’s cock as he kept thrusting in time with the bobs of her head.

“You have practice, don’t you. I bet you sucked a lot of cock…” She shuddered, but didn’t pull back. “Or maybe you’re just gifted. What do you think, Doctor, are you a gifted cocksucker?” The feeling of dominance was incredible as he kept up the pace…and then, he felt his cock swell and Cho grunted and gasped, wiggling as she tried to take the swelling organ, swallowing the tide of his semen as his growl and her whimpers of orgasmic pleasure filled the air.

But he had one more thing to do… A man needed to…

Mark his woman.

And he did, pulling his cock out of her mouth with a wet popping sound, and then sprayed her on her face, and her hair with thick white ropes of hot semen. Then, he stepped back, looking at her as she looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust.

And then, the moment passed, and Mark had one last thought in his mind:

What the Fuck did we do?