Two moms who--now--worship cock

I poked my head into one of the recovery rooms and was pleased to see two attractive young women talking quietly to one another. No baby--must be sleeping--so this tender moment between wives was a rare respite of quiet.

And I was all too happy to ruin it.

"Hi, ladies," I said, striding into their room in nothing but my hospital gown and closing the door behind me.

The one who wasn't on the bed sprang to her feet. She was wearing a light yellow sundress that nicely framed her D-cup tits; it looked as if labor had seized her wife while they were at a picnic or something. Her long brown hair was unkempt (not much sleep?), and her light skin nearly sparkled under the neon lights of the hospital room. "Who the fuck are you?!" she shouted.

"Temper, temper," I said. "I'm Martin, and there's no reason to be upset." Well, at least one of those things is true...

The woman on the bed was black, with shoulder-length black hair. I couldn't see what her body looked like ... yet. "Get out of here, you creep," she spat at me.

"Tell you what," I said calmly. "How about I just take off my hospital gown." Their eyes widened in disbelief as I slipped the thin garment off of me, revealing my spectacular, half-hard penis. I knew that its magic (no, science) was now hard at work.

"Gross!" shouted the brunette. "Fuck off!"

"I get it, you don't like cock," I said cockily. "But my Pubic Enhancement Surgery doesn't care. Dr. Han assured me that all women are affected by the pheromones that are entering your body even as we speak. So in a moment, you won't be able to help yourself." I chuckled. "You'll only be able to help me."

"No fucking way," the black girl on the bed said.

"Well," I replied. "Let's find out, shall we?"