A gal's gotta do what a gal's gotta do

It was an adventure for Gunnar, feeling Dr. Hammer take him into her. He was vaguely worried, but he could swear he could feel her internal organs shiftling slightly and easily as he plowed into her. It took some strenuous stretching, but in time her inner body seemed to magically mold itself into a squirming loving receptacle for his insanely gigantic erection.

Dr. Hammer hit her first orgasm as she finally took him into her all the way to the hilt, their crotches meeting at last. Gunnar felt emboldened, flipping her around and banging her right there on Miss Hooker's desk, practically bouncing Dr. Hammer's naked ass on it like a basketball. Her legs crossed around his hips and she clung to him for life, while he took full advantage of her vulnerability to feed his own tit-greed, endlessly grabbing and mauling and sucking her massive udders. She surrendered to one orgasm right after another, and it was all she could do to try to suppress the sheer raw savagery of her increasingly wild climaxes.

"Keep it down!" hissed an overheating Miss Hooker, still camcording. "This is an office!"

Gunnar was struck by that reminder. A mere door away, a perfectly ordinary workplace was going about its business. The very idea that he could simply enter an office, have the door shut behind him, and instantly get entangled in a fuckfest was intensely hot.

"I'm! Cumming! So! Much!" Dr. Hammer laughingly complained. "Oh, fuck, I'll die if I cum again -- oh, fuck, you're relentless, you're merciless, AAAAAWWWWHH!"

Gunnar pulled out.

"Fuck!" Miss Hooker whimpered. "You're still hard!"

Gunnar was impressed as a dazed but still committed Dr. Hammer took over the camcording. Miss Hooker had come disheveled looking on, opening her blouse and breakaway bra wide open to diddle her knockers, and of course she had been desperately fingering her naked vagina. Now she got completely naked, the clothes seeming to fall right off her, as she knelt down and gave Gunnar her own loving combination of titfuck and cocksuck.

It was all quite amazing to him. He hated to admit it, but there was something superhumanly satisfying to all this, to these once proud women lavishing a kind of unspoken pagan worship upon his manhood. As he wondered if he could conquer any more women in this way, his imagination drove him over the edge, and he pulsed and let fly.