Dr Turner fights for control...

“Please Mrs. Hellgrave, you don’t know what you’re doing.” Pleaded Dr Turner as she pressed her full bosom against him “Even I don’t know what’s happening here and the results of your actions could prove to be incredibly dangerous!”

"What, as in rough animal fucking? Because you can't threaten me with a good time, James."

She laughed wickedly as she began toying with the top button of his lab coat. Dr Turner floundered, trying for another tact…

“What about your husband Richard? You two have been married for nearly forty years!”

“Who? Oh you mean Ricki?” asked Mrs Hellgrave without stopping her attempts to disrobe him. “That bitch couldn’t wait for me to come home and screw him senseless before he ran off to pound his skanky new bridge partner brainless. Don’t worry about him, or rather - her”

Her cleverer fingers moved down his coat undoing more buttons revealing his nakedness beneath.

Dr Turner's breaths were coming out quick and ragged. He could feel a deep burning sensation welling up from deep down inside of him. He fought to keep calm as the lusty Mrs Hellgrave tore the lab coat off him leaving him completely exposed.

He tried to cover his modesty with his hands but it was useless. Even with both hands, in reality he was simply too big down there now. She chortled in delicious delight at the sight of him.

“I appear to be a little overdressed, Doctor.” She purred as she went to work on her own straining blazer. “I’ll have to do something about that…”

With a quick yank she tore open the overtaxed jacket, her immense breasts bouncing free. The popped button pinged off a workbench and disappeared.

The sight of those gravity-defying fleshy globes standing nearly a foot out from her chest, impossibly firm and untouched by time caused the feeling inside Dr Turner to burn ever more fiercely. Her nipples were the size of milk-bottle caps, standing erect like bullets and lactating freely. Her pheromone smell hit him like a wave as she went to her, kneeling in supplication before his hardening member.

“Please.” he whimpered as he pressed himself back against the bench trying to calm the battle within himself. “Please… don’t…”

Mrs Hellgrave just licked her lips hungrily as she lifted each heavy knocker until they were positioned on either side of his huge rising manhood.

“This should do it” she said, almost to herself as she slid it between her wobbling tits, already slick and glossy with her leaking milk.

Her eyes closed as she mashed her tits together. She knew that one way or another she was going to wring sweet gratification from him and it would be the real, visceral gratification that only a virile man could give a XXX-infected whore.

It was becoming increasingly hard to come by.

Dr Turner gasped as she began to stroke her huge firm tits about his wildly twitching shaft. The pleasure of it slammed through him closely followed by the intense burn that he had been struggling to keep banked within himself.

"Nooooo~..." He guttered in futile fashion.

"Yeeessss~!" Mrs Hellgrave hissed in a sibilant sigh of satisfaction.

It was like trying to fend off a tidal wave with a beach umbrella. He fell flat on his back on the desktop, knocking notes and beakers in all directions as the convulsions came and Dr James Turner began to change for the second time in twenty-four hours…