The Doctor Fucks a Porn Star and Meets With a Reporter.

I unbuckled my slacks and lowered the zipper as I approached that round swaying ass, the lovely slit of her pussy lips glistening with arousal between those lush shapely thighs. I pulled my rigid cock out of my pants as I stepped up behind her. I filled my hands with her luscious cheeks, squeezing and spreading them so that her tight puckered hole was on display, her vaginal folds below it hanging open and letting even more of her sweet juices out onto the fingers she still had stroking herself.

Nicole was a woman of experience with a pussy that was thoroughly ready and lubed thanks to my hypnotic commands buried deep within her brain, so I could plunge my huge prick into her without care. Still, cheekily I only gave her the six inches an average human male could manage.

"Ohhhh, Fuuuck," she moaned as I pumped the first half of my cock back and forth inside her hot fleshy tunnel, "Oh my god! You're so fucking big!"

I smirked. My girth wasn't anything special as far as my people went, but it was excessive for humans which meant this former porn star was plenty stimulated by my fat dong, the human female having a plethora of nerve endings in the front of her sexual passage.

I spanked her juicy buttock, watching it jiggle as I continued to rapidly plunge into her depths on every other stroke. Her face was now mashed against the desk as she sputtered out sounds of pleasure and panting heavily as she felt her body quickly growing close to release.

"Ohh! Ohhh, yeeeesss," she moaned, her brow furrowing as she began to pant.

I eased my way in while I brought my hands up to grasp her boobs, and I pressed and squeezed every inch of their great volume before allowing my fingers to concentrate on her hard nipples. Nicole had me most of the way inside of her now, her hips swaying from side to side, my cock rubbing more strongly against one side of her vaginal walls, then the other. It was beautiful.

"Ooohh, yes! Doctor! Oh, my! That feels so good!" she cried. "Now pump me! Give me all you've got to give!"

I pounded her, pelvis slamming into her jiggling ass-cheeks. Nicole was panting, and matching the movement of my hips with her own. I gradually increased both my speed and ****. I found a rhythm where I could easily plateau, and I pistoned into her as steadily as a machine. The busty blonde was going wild, panting and groaning and erupting in other unintelligible sounds. Her hips mirrored mind for a time, but then I could feel her pussy spasm and she began to lose control of her body.

She was on the brink of coming. Her upper body collapsed onto the desk, breasts squashing out past her sides, and then I felt her pussy tighten around my shaft. She came, and then came again, screaming my name, urging me not to stop. But I was far from through. Maybe she had thought that this pace was the maximum, , but my cock wanted more, much more. I was soooo hard, and getting harder still...

"Ooooohhhh Doctor!!!!!", she screamed, as I increased the speed of my thrusts still further. "DOCTOR!!! DOCTOR!!! OOOOOHHHHH DOCTOR..."

We fucked eagerly atop the desk and beside it upon the thick carpet before it. We climaxed with Nicole on her back, her legs raised and her ankles around my back, driving me deeper. Her hips lifted to meet my down-strokes frantically as she wailed passionately.

“I appreciate you taking the time for me,” Lois Lane said, settling into the leather chair before my desk. “I know you must be busy with..." she paused and gave me a significant look with through lidded purplish blue eyes, "... other things."

A faint smile played across my lips as I regarded her. She'd been sitting in the waiting room when I'd finished up with my secretary and I had little doubt she knew what had been going on. Decent chance she'd recognized Ms. Aniston too.

Not that it would do her anything to make something of it. I'd sought her at the Daily Planet and briefly hypnotized her with a piercing gaze into her eyes, imprinting the desire to interview me. I left her own sub-conscious to figure our exactly why. Whether or not she was bothered by my sexual relationship with my assistant, she needed to interview me.

Of course, as a whip-smart forceful investigative reporter I might have just refocused her attentions upon my sexually predatory habits towards my employees but given that I now had her in my presence, I had a veritable cornucopia of hypnotic options to change her opinions about what was going on with me.

She took her smartphone out of her handbag and set it on the coffee table, clearly starting some sort of recording app. Lois was a trim, energetic woman with deep black hair and piercing eyes. She was dressed stylishly in a tightly fitted blue blouse and a bright white pleated skirt over slim athletic thighs, small exquisite feet perched in shiny blue heels.

“Well, I can always make time for the famous Lois Lane,” I replied as I moved around my desk to take a seat in the chair across from her. “But tell me, what specifically has brought you to interview a small-time psychologist such as myself?”