Lunch break? Kind of.

I'm soaked after that. God, what a cutie. Glad she was so happy to let me play with her, though, I wanted to do more. My handiwork is always very, very good.

I have a bunch of work to do, but... I need a moment. A doctor needs some rest too, you know?

Swift steps down the hall back to my office, it's lunch time, and I need a 'break'. I'm pretty... 'Hungry' right now. I call an assistant to my office. He's a pretty regular assistant of mine, for multiple reasons, but one big reason in particular. I keep a good appearance for others, but I'm a complete slut for black cock as well. He enters the room with a smile, as he usually does. I'm already naked on my knees, ready to please. Ah, this is bliss. This is ritualistic. This is spiritual. I'm always the one in charge, so it's extremely nice to be a submissive little sex toy. He sits in my chair, erect. I rest his massive member on my face. When the lab coat is on, he's my assistant. When it's off, I'm free use. I like this man in particular, he's intelligent, charming, and thoroughly aggressive. I inhale deeply, soaking in his scent. I almost get high off of it!

He orders me to suck, so I suck. He doesn't refer to me by name, I'm just a black breeding hole after all. Some people might be put off by how **** I want it, and that's fine...

But I'll be damned if I don't love being violated.

I've had enough practice at this point, so having his length swab my throat isn't anything new. Sometimes I fantasize about him forcing me to **** on his cock so long I pass out. A puddle starts to form on the ground under my legs. My eyes roll back as my belly is filled with hot seed. My lifeblood. My white body yearns to be filled with black seed, my brain flooded with dopamine.

He's still hard, of course. He pushes me to the floor and commands my ass in the air. He pins me to the ground and without hesitation, fills me up. Every possible good chemical my brain can produce floods into my skull, turning me stupid. I'm white fuck-meat. I'm a slutty hole. I'm a breeding bitch. My drool covers the floor as my raspy moans echo in my office. My brain explodes as more seed floods my body, right into my womb. It drips onto the floor as I collapse, taking deep breaths. He walks off, done with me.

I was used for my purpose. I am fulfilled.

I clean up, put on my clothes and my coat. Drink a cold glass of water. Stretch. My professional guise returns, and I happily get back to work.