Why Not?

As you feel the effects of the pill begin to fade, you pop your creation. There is no wave of intense euphoria, but you feel good.

You click your stopwatch. Moments later Curtiss strolls in. You lick your lips. He looks delicious.

“Impressive, Wendy, will it work?”

You imagine ripping off his button down shirt, sending the ivory buttons everywhere. “I believe so.”

“I’ve already started the team producing a test batch. You are free to see Renna.”

“Renna who?”

“Your daughter.”

Fuck. You had almost forgotten about her. Still she can wait, you want Curtiss.

You sashay over to him doing your best sexy walk. You get close enough to feel his body heat.

“So what about my bonus.”

“If this works I promise you’ll see a truly massive deposit.”

“As massive as this?” You reach down and stroke his impressive package.

“Wendy, are you certain you want to do this? Your daughter is...”

“Fuck her. She can wait.”

You kiss him. He deftly undresses you, as your tongues dance. You attempt to rip off his shirt. Apparently, his buttons are sturdier in reality than in your imagination. Seeing you struggle, Curtiss tears off his shirt.

His chest is muscular and shaved clean. You caress it with one hand, while freeing his monster cock with the other. You look up at his his eyes and for just a moment they look like red reptilian slits.

He grabs you and lifts you off the ground, impaling you with his shaft.

“Fuck me!” You scream.

With prodigious strength he manages to lift you further up and then allows you to fall down his shaft.

You aren’t certain whether it’s the **** or Curtiss’ cock, but you’ve never felt this wild and uninhibited and sex has never been this good.

“Fuck!” You scream as you cum.

Curtiss gently places you on the floor.

“Sorry, to fuck and run, Wendy, but business calls.”

You frown. You had been hoping for round two. You begin to dress. You head downstairs to Renna.