Follow the Doctor

I chase after her, running through the restaurant-breakroom totally naked. The futa I pass pause their conversations to laugh or call after me, offering a comfy place to sit with jovial smiles. One even whips my ass with her napkin.

Dr. Saph sits down at a booth with another futa. The table is laden with dishes. Only a plate of peach cobbler remains. I guess I caught her at the tail end of her lunch. Why was she waiting at the door to catch me running?

The other futa isn’t as tall. Even seated, she’s clearly shorter and less muscled than Dr. Saph. Her hair is a dark brown, but it might be the lighting causing it to look near black. She has a nice tan as far as I can tell, and her sundress fit’s her shapely body nicely.

I’m not sure what to do. I’m positive I shouldn’t sit down without an express invitation but standing next to their table seems distracting as they both look at me, so I sit on the floor.

“That’s not where you belong in a place that this, Jack.” Dr. Saph points under the table with a frown.

I crawl in, situating myself between the two futa. I kiss Dr. Saph’s feet and then the other woman’s.

“Oh, he’s so sweet. Give him a toy, at least,” the other futa says.

Dr. Saph scoffs. The edges of the booth slide together to create a privacy barrier, trapping me under the table. She gives me a soft kick. “Suck her dick, bitch.”

The other futa gasps. “My dick? Why not your dick? Is there something wrong with him?” Even though she protests, her fingers bundle up the skirt of her dress to expose her generous cock, bulging in a G-string.

“If he is what his records say, you’ll be thanking me for more than just lunch.”

“Oh, is that right?” Her hands motion me forward and I lean into her crotch.

Her cock is generous, by my standards, which, maybe I should reconsider, but still, I’d guess it to be at least ten inches, dwarfing mine easily, though it lacks the worship worthy girth of High Lady Xon’s cock. I almost turn my head back to peek at Dr. Saph’s cock but I refrain. I’m meant to be sucking, so that’s what I do.

I easily gobble her cock, letting it slide down my throat and licking her smooth egg sized nuts. The fruity taste of pussy coats her cock, almost overbearingly so. It’s like she’s fucked a woman with in the past five minutes.

“Oh, Zinna,” the futa sighs as her cock flexes in my throat for a moment. “He can’t be a student.”

“Alpha project,” Zinna responds.

“Oh! Should I… I thought they were off limits today.” She pulls back some, but with the booth right behind her, she doesn’t go very far.

“Calm down. You’re always such a worrier, Lace. Consider it doctor’s orders. You need to relax and he needs to stay preoccupied. These Alphas can’t be left alone for long periods of time. I’m already seeing issues with his diagnostics, so when we’re done, I’ll do a full work up.”

Issues? What would that be? Did I already fuck things up?

“Well, he certainly knows how to suck a dick,” Lace says as she scoots back into me. I press my face into the soft pudge of her skin and she lets out a sultry moan. “Then again, I guess he better be good with a dick like mine if you expect him to survive a cock like yours.”

“Awe. That’s so sweet of you to say. You have a very nice dick. Don’t be so self-deprecating.”

“What kind of issues are you seeing? Feels great as far as I can tell.”

I focused my mind on sucking Lace’s cock. Dr. Zinna is about to answer my question but I couldn’t let myself get distracted. I had to represent so many now. Mistress, Momma, High Lady Xon since she was my teacher, and now Dr. Zinna. I had to prove that I was worth every single one of them.

“Augh! Oh, did you like the complement, little one? He’s voracious! You sure there’s something wrong?”

“It’s just that.” Dr. Zinna sighed. “He’s too far along. Records indicate besides masturbation, and a single experience fingering his ass, he’s a complete virgin before we got here.”

How does she know about that? I never told anyone about fingering myself. I’d tried it a couple years ago, thinking I was being wild and adventurous in college. It had felt pretty good, but my arm got tired before I could climax, so I never did it again.

“No!” Lace gasped as one hand ran fingers through my hair.

“He’s had some training last night, excellent training, I’ll add. But it doesn’t explain what he did today.”

Hearing a complement for Mistress and Momma spurred me to do even more. I widened my mouth and took a nut into each cheek as my tongue slid to a clit.

Holy fuck! A pussy! Only about five percent of futa were born with a vagina and according to rumors, it took some special circumstances for it to happen. Did her cock taste like pussy because it was right next to one, or maybe… Oh shit. My little clit bounces in it cage. Did she… stick her own cock into her own pussy? The idea makes me melt and I just fade into the deep throating and clit licking.

I completely lose all track of time as my hands pull her plump hips towards my face, licking and constricting my throat around her dick. I come back to reality as she spasms in my throat. She pulls my hair and then relaxes as her seed pours down my gullet.

“Oh my Goddess.” Lace sighs and takes several deep breaths. “That was one of the best throatings I’ve ever had.”

“Is there a thank you somewhere in there?” Dr. Zinna laughed.

Lace sighs again and one of her hands leave my head to go above the table. “Thank you, Mistress. That was very kind of you to share him.”

“I thought so. Go on and take him to my office. I need to have a chat with someone for a moment, but no more than he’s already done. Even if he begs, you tell him no. Give him a toy if he needs something in his mouth.”

Damn! What does think I am, some slutty, cock addicted whore?

“Oh, he’s going wild,” Lace moans.

I realize I’m swirling around her groin, allowing her long limp cock and balls to slide around inside my mouth and throat.

“Enough,” Dr. Zinna says, jabbing me with the point of her shoe.

I pull back, letting her slobbery cock and balls slap onto the booth’s leather seat. I want to at least clean her up but I refrain. Dr. Zinna brough me here, she’s my pseudo-Mistress right now. I kiss her foot, again, restraining myself to only a quick peck of my lips to show my submissiveness.

She laughs and the edges of the booth slide back to their original position. “Go on. And remember, Lace. Nothing but a single toy for him to suck on. Got it?”

“Yes, Dr. Zinna. I understand.”

I crawl out from under the table and follow Lace out of the restaurant, getting called all sorts of lewd names on my way out.