Appointments

Yasmin sat in the clinic waiting room nervously, she was stupidly early for the appointment and Marcus wasn't here yet, but he said he would be, he promised. She checked her phone, still twenty minutes early. He was probably exhausted, the fact that he was up and moving was a miracle in itself, she couldn't expect him to still come through. The door opened and he walked in and smiled as he saw her.

"Hey Yas," he said leaning in to kiss her cheek.

"Hey Papi," she said smiling, he came, and he was walking better, he really never disappointed, "you're early."

"Not as early as you," he said taking her hand, "how are you?"

She shrugged," if I hadn't gotten the results I never would have known," she said, "except for the alcohol aversion. More seriously, how are you?"

He shrugged, "getting better everyday, still tired, more stiff than painful now."

"Well I'll try not to add to the stiffness," she said with a playful nudge.

"Ms. Benitez," said Ariana, "we'll see you now."

They went to walk back and Ariana stopped Marcus, "sorry Mr. Vallen, patients only for now."

Yasmin looked back at him as Ariana led her back.

"Sorry," said Ariana, "clinic policy, just need to make sure you're certain you want him here."

"I do," said Yasmin, "I'm the one who told him to come, begged him more like."

"That's fine," said Ariana rubbing her arm reassuringly as Yasmin sat down on the exam table, "and can we discuss your condition and medical history and plan with him present?"

"Yes," said Yasmin.

"Ok," said Ariana, "well you put on the gown, get in the stirrups and I'll bring him back in a bit."

Yasmin got undressed, put on the gown and laid back. Her mind raced, she never expected to be here, her parents had wanted it for her and now that she was here she hadn't told them. Knowing her parents they'd want to pull her out of school but she'd come this far, she wanted to finish. The door open and Ariana led Marcus in, he went immediately to Yasmin's side and took her hand.

There wasn't much to see this early, they found where it had implanted which Ariana assured them was a perfect position. They took blood work and vitals and Marcus waited with her once she'd gotten dressed as they waited for more information.

"Well," said Ariana, "Dr. Williams reviewed everything with me, you're perfectly healthy."

"What about my blood pressure?" asked Yasmin, "it's always been a little high and preeclampsia runs in my family."

"Well we can monitor and check for that in a few months," said Ariana, "but now, everything is well within normal range."

Marcus squeezed her hand and she relaxed a bit.

"I would recommend getting a specialist," said Ariana, "we can mostly just monitor."

"We can see what's close by," said Marcus.

They left and Ariana walked back to the doctor's office.

"Healthy pregnancy," said the doctor, "first of Mr. Vallen's lovers."

"Three more cases," said Ariana, "Steele, Amato and Cavanni."

"Great," said Dr. Williams, "so he's working his way through the cheer squad."

"Is there anything we can do?" asked Ariana.

"I doubt it," said Dr. Williams, "we can't just advise the campus stop having sex with Marcus Vallen."

***

Marcus walked Yasmin back to her room, it was early but he gathered the stress of this appointment had worn her out.

"Well," she said crossing her arms more to hug herself than anything, "it's real."

"I'm so sorry Yas," he said, "I hate to sound like a broken record."

"It's ok Papi," she said, "you being here, not running away, it really means everything to me."

He leaned in and kissed her cheek as she leaned into him and held him against her.

"Don't be a stranger Papi," she said, "my ass is waiting for you to get better."

"I literally cannot wait," he said with a smirk.

***

Tabitha walked around the sex shop, people kept asking her questions she didn't feel like answering. No your useless husband wasn't going to suddenly last longer if you wore a corset, no the boner pills would not make you suddenly double in size. Where was he? Why was he torturing her? He said he'd be here at five and it was already a few minutes past four.

She went back to the gloryhole room and waited, then a thought crossed her mind. Their first time she'd been so inexperienced, what if she practiced a little bit? She took out the store iPad and posted that the room was open for business and waited. With some effort she got her giant boobies out of her dress and stripped down as she waited for cocks to appear.

"A penis!" she said to no one as the first cock appeared, it wasn't anywhere near as big as Marcus but practice makes perfect.

She got to her knees in front of the hole and took it right into her mouth, it didn't even reach her throat. Well that's not going to help she thought as she bobbed her head, would Marcus be here soon? There was knocking and she tried to say come in but instead the cock throbbed and erupted in her mouth.

"Bleh," she said letting the load drop onto her chest, "salty."

A moment later a bigger cock appeared and she eagerly leaned forward, this one at least filled her mouth even if it didn't get to her throat. Would Marcus fuck her? Would he do other things to her? Her pussy was getting wet at the thought as she heard knocking again. This time she pulled out and stroked it as it sprayed a healthy load onto her chest.

She giggled as she felt the warmth running down between her boobies, she'd have to get cleaned up before Marcus got here because if she was messy he might not want her and then she'd just die.

Another cock appeared, finally some real practice, long and black. She leaned forward and it easily filled her mouth, keep pushing, she swallowed and it went down as her nose pressed against the wall. Her thoat felt stuffed, drool ran from her lips. The cock started to thrust and her eyes went wide, it was fucking her throat! Silly cock, fucking was for pussies. Silly as the cock may have been it was really working her throat, pulling almost completely out before plunging back down.

"That's it baby," groaned the cock, "let me use that throat."

She gagged a response keeping herself pressed against the hole so it had easy access. There was knocking and she felt the cock throb in her throat. She pulled back stroking it as it erupted in her face hitting her square in the nose.

"Yucky," she whined scrunching her nose.

No more cocks appeared so she cleaned up and went back out into the store. There he was all big and strong and handsome.

"Hiya!" she said bouncing up to him.

"Hey," he said looking her over.

"I've been thinking about this all day," she said leaning into him and grabbing his crotch, "my pussy is super wet."

"I'll bet," he said grabbing her hand and leading her back into the gloryhole room.

He locked the door and pushed her up against the wall pressing a kiss to het lips. She kissed him back eagerly as she continued to stroke him through his pants. He expertly undid her dress and let it fall then he yanked down her panties leaving her in just her combat boots. His hands went to her tits groping them aggressively as he shoved his tongue into her mouth.

"So rough with me," she said with a giggle.

A hand worked up between her legs and he slowly pushed two fingers into her pussy. He was touching her, even better than he had last time. His fingers worked quickly, mercilessly, her legs shook, her pussy milked him.

"Oh wow," she moaned.

She tried to find more words but instead she squealed and squirted onto his hand.

"There you go," he said pushing her to her knees, "now you're gonna swallow my cum."

"But," she huffed, "sex!"

He grabbed her face and glared into her eyes, "good girls get sex, you're not being a very good girl right now."

"I'm sorry," she whined, "you just make my pussy so wet and it makes my brain all fuzzy."

He unzipped his pants and got his cock out, "less talking, more sucking."

She went to say something but his big fat cock forced its way into her mouth. This wasn't like the first time, he was being rough with her and it only made her wetter. He grabbed her head with both hands and pushed deep, then deeper. Her eyes teared, her jaw ached and her throat opened taking him deep like she had the last anonymous cock only this one was really stretching her. She couldn't possibly imagine taking him deeper but there was so much more of him and as he used her throat drool ran from her lips, her eyes teared, air became a problem.

"Fuck," he groaned letting her breathe for a moment, "I'm gonna shoot my load right down your throat."

"And I'll swallow it all like a good girl!"

He patted her head as she held her mouth open, tongue out and then he forced himself back deep. Fast and deep he pummeled her throat, she could feel him throbbing and she knew he wouldn't knock, he'd just explode. He groaned, holding her head tight and she felt the release, it was rough, deep and so much. She let him out and swallowed before licking her lips.

"All gone, see," she stuck out her tongue and he shook his head.

"Ok I believe you," he said getting dressed and taking his phone out.

"Wait!" she said getting to her feet, "my pussy, we're supposed to have sex."

"Well I can't now," he said, "you just sucked it all out."

She wanted to scream in frustration but she needed to be a good girl, "fine," she huffed, "tomorrow?"

"Sure," he said eyes wandering all over her body.

She got dressed and he left as she went back to her room and daydreamed, tomorrow, tomorrow they'd fuck.

***

"Hey Stasi," he said, "you're up, I hope this worked it was so fucking weird."

"Uh-huh," she said staring at her phone, coffee shop guy had sent her fifty dollars and asked how her day was, "ok I'll check on her in the morning, just keep your distance."

"Ok," he said, "are you ok?"

"Fine," she lied hanging up.

"It was long," she messaged the guy, "sucks it's only Tuesday."

"Hope it gets better for you goddess!" he messaged.

***

It was early as Professor Klein waited in the lobby of the science building, sure they would be taking the elevator but she figured she'd rather have him around to keep an eye on her. His eyes on her, that day she'd caught him daydreaming about her, what she wouldn't give for one taste of the forbidden.

"Hey professor," he said looking a little exhausted but still wearing that stupid grin.

"Mr. Vallen," she sais trying not to grin, "punctual as always."

They rode up in silence, it was a small elevator, he was so close, so tall, so broad, she felt weak but safe in his presence. They got out and walked to the lab, despite his injury he was still quicker than her given her ankle so he set up most of the machines and got them ready as she brewed coffee and observed. That's it, she was observing, not staring at his perfect ass or his muscled arms or that stupid charming smile.

"All set," he said.

She walked over and handed him a cup of coffee, "thanks professor," he said blowing on it.

"How are you feeling?" she asked taking a seat next to him.

"Better everyday," he said, "not so much pain, mostly stiffness."

"I'm glad you're getting better so quickly," she said, "good help is hard to find."

The shower started and he recorded data while they watched, it was truly a stunning display and yet she was watching him instead. This was foolish, the dean had never liked her and was now on her case about Marcus but she was here daydreaming about him like a schoolgirl. There was no way he'd be interested, she told herself, that would be crazy.

The shower ended and he started shutting everything down as she supervised. When everything was done he walked over and offered a hand helped her to her feet.

"Such a gentleman," she said, "like Fenax."

His stupid smile got even wider, "you started reading it!?"

"I did," she said failing to mask her smile, "it is quite enjoyable for fiction," especially non erotic fiction she thought.

"That means so much to me," said Marcus, "I really hoped it would appeal to a wide audience when I wrote it."

"Well I'm certainly enjoying it," she said, "not quite half way though."

He leaned in, he was a good deal taller than her, so close, why was he getting so close?

"Mr. Vallen," she gasped as he leaned in...and hit the light switch behind her, "I'm sorry, I thought..."

"What professor?" he asked, the grin gone, he knew what she was thinking, she could see it on his face, "you thought I was going to do this?"

He leaned in and kissed her, it was wrong, terribly, wonderfully wrong. She kissed him back, grabbing onto his arms as he grabbed her waist.

"Mr. Vallen," she gasped as he pulled away and kissed her neck, "we shouldn't," she said it, but she didn't mean it, they absolutely should.

He unzipped her jacket and opened it, his lips still on her neck, "this is a mistake," she offered doing nothing to stop him.

He removed her jacket, he opened her blazer and removed that too. He grasped her large breasts through her top and bra and she gasped, "Mr. Vallen!"

"Want me to stop professor?" he asked, he knew the answer, she kissed him and he pulled up her blouse.

He undid her bra and pulled it aside, his eyes going wide as he saw her ample breasts for the first time. His hands grasped her tits, softly at first, then firmer, their lips met again as she pulled off his shirt. Her fingers unconsciously traced his muscled torso, even when she was young she hadn't been with anyone like this. He pulled down her skirt and she let it fall as she fumbled with his belt. With little effort he grabbed her ass and picked her up sitting her on the edge of a table. He got to his knees and pulled down her panties, she wish she'd worn something sexier but if he minded he didn't show it.

"Mr. Vallen," she offered weakly, "what are you?"

He licked up her long neglected slit and pressed his lips to her clit. So there were men who did this, men who even did it without being asked and not only that, he was good at it. He didn't need to, she was already soaked, but he did it anyway and he soon had her close, just with his mouth as his hands firmly held her legs open for him.

"Mr. Vallen," she whimpered, "Marcus, I'm..."

She came, harder than she had in a while and by someone else's doing for the first time in over a decade. Her mouth hung open, she clasped her hand over it to keep quiet as she shook, her body pressing back against his face as his tongue hit everywhere it needed to. When she had finished he stood up and leaned in pressing his lips to hers as she heard his pants fall. It was happening, it was really happening, she was going to get fucked by a student. She grabbed his strong shoulders as they kissed and she felt the head of his cock run up her slit. He felt big but it had been so long how would she even know? As their tongues mingled he pressed and she felt how thick he was, her desperate pussy stretched to accommodate him as she moaned through their kiss.

"Oh fuck professor," he whispered into her ear, "you're so tight."

"Meredith," she gasped, "call me Meredith."

"Meredith," he muttered kissing her neck sending a shiver up her spine, "you feel incredible."

He sank deeper, his hand tightened on one of her tits. Her mind raced, he was big, he had to be, at this angle she couldn't see it but she could feel it, he wasn't completely in yet but her mind told her she couldn't possibly take anymore. Deeper, he went deeper and she squealed as he quickly cupped her mouth with his strong hand.

"Shh Meredith," he whispered, "don't want to get in trouble."

Her eyes rolled back, he went deeper, she felt so full it seemed impossible, like something out of one of her monster fucker stories. Deeper still until she felt his balls against her.

"I'm going to fuck you now Meredith," he said matter-of-factly as he locked eyes with her.

She nodded, his hand still cupping her mouth and he slowly pulled back and thrusted as she moaned through his hand. She wrapped her legs around him as he thrusted again hoping her boot wouldn't bother him. He was going slow, giving her the full length with each thrust.

She clung to the edge of the table, she was going to cum again, already and it was going to be even more intense this time. He pressed his lips back to hers, his hands went to her waist as he went faster, harder and then she came. His cock pistoned into her, here on a lab table under a student she had the most intense orgasm of her life, her vision blurred, she lost control of herself as he kept their lips locked to muffle her. When her orgasm had passed he slowed his pace groping her tits as he kissed her.

"You're so sexy Meredith," he mumbled before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

He was still so hard inside of her, she wanted and needed more.

"Marcus," she gasped as he sucked her nipple slowly thrusting into her.

"Yes Meredith?"

She shouldn't ask it, that would be crazy and yet she was already here, taking his cock.

"Can you take me from behind?" she asked.

"Take you?" he said not turning his attention away from her tits.

"Bend me over," she pleaded, "use me, breed me."

His body tensed and he looked into her eyes, "are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes," she pleaded.

He pulled out leaving her unpleasantly empty, then he rolled her onto her stomach, her good leg hanging down to the floor, her injured leg propped up on the table. His cock pressed into her slowly, she leaned forward, her ample chest pressed againt the hard table as she bit her lip to keep quiet. He grabbed her waist and slid completely in, he felt impossibly big at this angle and she was in heaven. She struggled to be quiet as he started to really give it to her, hard deep, he grabbed her plump ass with one hand and a handful of her short hair with the other.

"Take it Meredith," he growled, "give me all of this pussy."

If she had thought her previous orgasm was intense this made that one seem like foreplay. Her whole body shook as he cupped her mouth and drove into her. He throbbed inside her, his pace quickening, he grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it hard as he pulled her back against him. She was a helpless victim to this strong man and he was going to do what the monsters in her story always did. With a muffled groan he exploded inside of her, her eyes fluttered, she felt warmth, so much of it as his thrusting got slow and deep. She felt his breath, warm on her shoulder, followed by his lips as he gently kissed her skin, his on hand still groping her tit, his other strong arm wrapped around her waist.

"Wow," she gasped softly.

"Wow indeed," he said slowly pulling out as she felt his cum leaking down her thigh.

"I can't believe I did that, we did that," she said turning to face him, "Marcus, nobody can know about this."

"Of course Meredith," he said leaning into place a soft kiss on her lips, "we better get dressed."

***

Anastasia walked sleepily from her dorm room, through whatever magic Tabitha had set up and into the room the witch lived in that seemed to exist outside of time and space.

"Hiya!" said Tabitha bouncing over to her, "its tomorrow, which I guess is today now so Marcus is gonna give me his cock."

"Super," mumbled Anastasia putting down her bag, "hold still."

She focused, it took some effort due to the sleep deprivation but she opened her sight and looked over her friend, the crimson pulsing around her heart was gone, the corruption throughout her however was much stronger.

"Here," said Anastasia handing Tabitha back her jewelry piece by piece.

"Oh, no thanks," said Tabitha looking at all of it.

Anastasia groaned, "Marcus likes goth girls with lots of jewelry."

"Oh, thanks girl," said Tabitha haphazardly putting everything on more or less where it went.

"Ok," said Anastasia, "now hold still."

Tabitha stood still for all of ten seconds, "where's Marcus?"

"Probably sleeping like a normal person," said Anastasia grabbing the witch's head, "stay still."

"Wait," said Tabitha, "you're gonna change me back!"

"Obviously," said Anastasia, "you asked me to."

"Well I changed my mind," said Tabitha running away from her.

"Tabitha!" groaned Anastasia, "get back here."

"No!" she yelled moving away. "I like being like this, not that boring old ice queen."

Anastasia lunged to no avail, she really was tired, she was being outsmarted by a girl without two brain cells to rub together.

Tabitha had to get out of there and find Marcus so he could breed her. She had tricks, didn't she? Her pocket! She reached in grabbed the powder and tossed it at thr mean blonde who immediately crumpled face first onto the floor.

"Sorry," said Tabitha, "I'll totally wake you up later."

She went to the door and paused, how did she wake people up from that spell? ...she shrugged, that was later Tabitha's problem, now Tabitha had a cock to find.