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Niran tries his best to move his arms and legs but they're tightly strapped to a chair. The air feels cold, extremely cold. It gave him shivers, not that the cleavage on his shirt helped with his situation. Slow but precise typing could be heard, echoing around the cold room. Taking a quick glance, he found someone with ginger and gray hair. Utterly bored yet focused on whatever they were doing. He noticed the weirdly purple arm with claws and throbbing veins, a mutation. That got him curious on whatever the cause of it was.
“I cannot believe you're making me play babysitter.” They muttered, grumpy as one could be.
He remained silent as the other approached, Niran finally noticed that it was no other than Moira O'deorain, Minister of genetics of Oasis. Not impressive at all, he heard about her and her questionable ethics in work.
Moira grabbed both of his cheeks with her right hand, squeezing a little hard. “Open your mouth.” and murmured with little to not patience, holding a strange round and long metal object.
As stubborn as he is, Niran refused to open his mouth. He pressed his lips together and turned his head away.
The doctor clicked her tongue, “Don't be difficult—” she somehow forced his mouth open and inserted the unknown object inside his mouth. A bit too deep inside. The older woman's dominance and the way she made him abide by her needs made Niran whine softly.
Moira chuckled at his reaction, “Oh, you enjoy that. Don't you? How naughty.” she remained with a smirk on her face as she took out the medical object and pushed her slender fingers inside.
“Do you want this, coinín?” She whispered, her smile widening with satisfaction.
Before nodding, Niran started to question his morality as any regular person should. Do I let this woman who by all means is not so innocent do whatever she'd like while I'm the one strapped to the chair? The reasonable answer right now seemed to be yes. His dark skin became a light pink. From embarrassment or pleasure, maybe guilt.
He began to lick between her fingers while looking up at the woman with his warm brown eyes, Moira enjoyed the sight of Pruksamanee this submissive. Especially to her and no one else.
“Do good and mayhaps I'll free you from the chair ” The doctor whispered in his ear, her free hand reaching to rub his hair gently. It only made him more excited, the possibility of being good to Moira she would grant him something.
Niran sucked into her fingers as if the world was going to explode tomorrow. His enthusiasm made her chuckle.
“That's enough.” She slipped her fingers out his mouth, a popping sound echoed through the laboratory. Those same wet fingers went down to the younger man's crotch. Moira got a bit surprised as she was able to make out a pussy who seemed to be so wet just from having to suck her fingers.
“Very eager aren't you?” The doctor started to gently massage his clitoris, the motion sent a joint of pleasure onto Niran.
“Oh, minister…” That was too formal, but Moira enjoyed it anyway. The manner he moaned her titles was sexy and pleasurable.
She kept the dreadfully slow motion on the younger man until her hand started to hurt. Niran almost wanted to beg for her to finish him off but he knew she had other plans before making him orgasm. Her attention switched to his marvelous pecs, boobs would be a much fitting word considering they were round and soft, much more bigger than the average woman's could be. Moira slipped the shirt off his shoulders, a look of fascination as she observed his brownish pink nipples. She wrapped her mouth around it, tongue starting to flicker around to tease and entice pleasure.
Soon Moira found out this was one of her subject's most sensitive zone. Niran moans loudly, arching his back as she wriggles her tongue so roughly on his nipple. She felt content with her effect on the charming young man. The doctor sucked, poked, squeezed and licked as she pleased, happy with the marks she left on his chest, Moira backed away to undo her belt and zipper.
Pruksamanee watched with curious brown eyes and heavy breath, wondering what's next in her schedule. The praised Minister of Genetics pulled out her cock, it made Niran's mouth water. Oh, how he wanted it between his lips. Inside his throat. Inside his cunt.
“You know what to do.” Her cock was already so hard even if Moira masked her feelings well, he knew she's enjoying this as much as him.
This time, Niran obediently opened his mouth. Licking the urethra, he did circle motions around the tip. He continued teasing, moaning when Moira gripped his hair and made him take half of her member inside his mouth. The older woman started to wonder how many saw him like this. Cute and submissive, whining against their skin. She almost wanted to rip his skin off from how adorable he looks.
Moira moaned with shuddering breath, Niran put all of his effort into sucking her off. Wet sounds echoed through the laboratory. Her hands gripped his hair tighter, thrusting her cock deeper inside. The scientist began to drool as the length hit the back on his throat in a way that gave him chills on his spine. His vision became more clearer when Moira put her cock away and cummed all over his pretty face. The feeling of warmth had Niran humming and biting his lip.
“Good boy.” The doctor whispered, undoing the straps that kept him rooted on the chair.
He got up and immediately took off his pants and underwear. “Make yourself comfortable, minister.”
For some odd reason, Niran didn't dare yet to wipe off Moira's cum from his face. Maybe he liked the feeling of it, or the fact it was hers. Not that Moira didn't enjoy the view, she enjoyed every angle of this fine man, she obliged to his wish and sat down on the chair. He sat down on her lap right after, two fingers coming to stretch his hole and push deep inside. The older woman wondered how many times he had done this, but to her what mattered the most is that she was the one being granted this privilege and not anyone else.
Niran rode his own fingers, his back arching as if almost in orgasm. Moira wouldn't let that happen so soon, she skillfully removed his fingers and replaced them with her cock. No matter how many times they did this, the tightness of his hole never changed. She held his waist with a possessive grip to guide his pace to bounce on her member. The velvety walls squeezed the shaft, Niran was sweating and moaning while Moira didn't break a sweat. She couldn't help but grunt on how his pussy was warming her normally cold skin.
“Ahh… Please, cum inside me. Fill me up, please please please…” He clinged onto her tightly, hiding his face on her neck while pleading so enthusiastically.
“You enjoy being used like this, Pruksamanee…?” Moira whispers back, letting him ride her as fast as he pleased. Just this once, of course.
The way she spoke triggered a reaction from Niran, how he wanted more of his. Her harsh words whispering in his ear, the possessive touches, the dominance. That feeling of never ending ecstasy. He stopped as he orgasmed, yelling in pleasure, trembling. The doctor slowly pushed in and out inside his hole while cumming inside him.
He'd never get tired of this feeling.