Doc Watson

"Goddammit!" I exclaimed as Dr Watson's phone went to voicemail. I left a message for her to call me anyway. Shit! I mean, I did want to fuck her, but I also needed to get her opinion on the effects of this new ****.

Who am I kidding, I really wanted to fuck her! I was still really pissed that she got away on Friday night and I couldn't wait another day for her to turn up at work.

Defeated on both fronts, I logged onto the system and had a look at my email. Nothing! Shit this was a complete bust I thought and half intended to head back to Sarah's and give her another session, when I caught some movement at the other end of the office. I stood up and looked over the equipment and there, huddled over a notepad was a new intern in a white lab coat. I had almost forgotten her. I probed for her mind, but I was a little to far away. "Hi!", I waved my hand in the air, and got up to walk towards her with a smile.

The girl looked up at me through a large pair of safety glasses, raising her head with the same expression of surprise I was wearing when I noticed her. She too had obviously expected the lab to be deserted on a Sunday.

I struggled to remember her name, but as I got to halfway across the lab from her, I learned that it was Yan.

Somehow Yan began to find her clothes oppressive and wanted desperately to be free of them. She hauled the coat and gloves off with violent haste and began to unbutton her blouse as if it was on fire. She had forgotten about the other figure in the lab until she had managed to rid herself of her now offensive panties and bra.

Relieved that she was now naked, Yan suddenly found herself overwhelmingly fatigued and sat down heavily. In moments she could feel the warm welcoming darkness of sleep overtake her and her last conscious thoughts were how much she would love to feel a good warm cock inside her right now. Erotic dreams began to wash over her as she lay back and opened her legs.

Within minutes, Yan was naked and on the floor of the lab and I was on top of her skewering her at full pace. She was squealing something incoherently in her sleep in a langauage that was totally incomprehensible to me. I didn't care. I was doing what I had to do, and with some subtle mental manipulation, Yan was loving it, having only learned subconsciously in the last few minutes that she was a complete nymphomaniac who was obsessed with sex above all else.

Yan was still lying there in blissful sleep by the time I eventually began to jettison my jizz into her, just as my phone started to ring on the workbench above us.

Shit it can wait! I thought burying my face in Yan's neck as I thrust hard into her. feeling pulse after pulse leave me and enter her. As I finished my final spurt of cum in the young intern, so too the ringtone ended. Fuck, I thought, the voicemail can get it.

Then the thought hit me! The voicemail! it was Dr Watson calling back. Shit! I hurriedly wiped my now used cock on the outside of Yan's pussy and got to my feet.

One missed call!

Fuck!