My sister is in a coma

"My sister is in a coma," you say with extra sadness in your voice. "I'm here to try to wake her up."

"Oh!" The receptionist jumps, knocking the janitor off his rhythm. "You'll just need to fill out this visitor form."

She sidesteps awkwardly over to grab a clip board a few feet away while the janitor continues his business behind her. She shuffles back, gives you the clipboard then puts her hand gently on top of yours. "If you need me to suck it out for you, just let me know"

"Thanks," you say gravely, "I might."

You walk to the lobby waiting room and sit down. You look up at the redhead across from you with tremendous tits covered only by a fishnet top. Her breasts are pressed out against the tight fishnet creating a raised diamond pattern that tessellates across her chest. She notices your stare and gives them a bounce. You smile and look back at the clipboard.

"Here for my sister, here for my sister" you chant to yourself. You look back up and the breasts are now only inches from your face. She squeezes them together in front of you invitingly, deepening the diamond pattern for a moment before she releases them. "Fuck."

"Like what you see?" She coos pressing them together again. "Want me to suck your cock while you fill out that form?"

You smile a bit. She didn't say anything about getting off. Rookie move.

"Sure," you say, flopping your dick out of your pants.

The stranger drops to her knees and engulfs your still flaccid cock in her mouth. She begins working you to hardness using mostly her tongue. You sigh contentedly and begin filling out the forms, finding it difficult with the head bobbing in your lap. You start filling out the form in the air above her, but as you get harder she bobs her head into the back of the clipboard, changing your name to "Bem".

You growl with irritation as you don't want to get a new form. You jam her head down forcefully on your now fully erect cock with the back of the clipboard, causing her to gag violently and start pushing against your legs.

"Hold still!" You say sternly. "I'm trying to write."

She resigns herself to her fate and tries to hold as still. You begin to fill out the form on top of her head. By the time you get to "emergency contact" she has started to move again, patting your legs rapidly and requiring more and more pressure on the clipboard to hold down.

"Hang on almost done!" You say, holding the clipboard down with your forearm and the weight of your torso so you can write with your other hand. You start thinking. What was mom's number again? You carefully make out the digits on the bowed and shaking clipboard.

"....9....2. There!" You stand up suddenly. The redhead, still pushing with all her might, flings her self several feet back as your cock ejects from her throat. A strand of saliva bridges the long gap between your cock and the mouth of the redhead, who is panting like a swimmer that just returned to surface. The saliva strand breaks as you begin to walk back towards the receptionist.

*kaff gasp* "hey..." *kaff kaff gasp* "aren't you gonna cum?" she says.

"My sister is in a coma," you said sadly, pointing at the clipboard.

*kaff* "oh..." she says, looking sadly at your cock. "Hope that's the load that wakes her up!"

Fucking golden ticket man. You walk up to the receptionist's desk to be greeted by a janitor standing alone, mid orgasm. You turn away respectfully as the janitor finishes filling the unseen receptionist's throat. He begins to walk away as the receptionist returns to view, wiping her mouth. She takes the clipboard.

"Alright, Bem."

"It's Ben." you say. She marks it with a white out pen.

"Okay Ben, just need to see your ID and you're all set" She says.

You reach into your pocket and pull out a pink velcro wallet you don't recognize. You look at it quizzically and rip it open. The ID says "Mango Phillips". These aren't your pants.

You rage, throwing the wallet and ID across the room.

"WHO THE FUCK IS MANGO?!"

"No ID then?" The receptionist queries. "Sorry Bem. Or is it Mango?"

An eye twitches.