With her boots crunching down the gravel drive, like a polar bear walking on crunching ice but with boots on, she swaggered towards the mansion.
Her long black coat billowed out behind her, like something out of some kind of cool film full of cool people.
As she got closer to the door she took her sunglasses off, picked a bit of snot out of her eye, and then put them back on.
She read the sign on the door “Professor Aloysius Fugwhistle”, before pressing the door bell with her leather gloved index finger.
She stood with her hands on her hips looking for all the world like a life size version of an action figure version of some kind of busty superheroine.
She tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for the door to be opened. Eventually it did and an odd little round head popped round it.
“Ah, Anastazia!” Professor Fugwhistle exclaimed. “So good to see you, please come in.”
“You can dispense with the niceties Aloysius you old twat; you know why I’m here.”
“Yes Anastazia, sorry, come this way.”
“If I could come that way I wouldn’t be here, dumbass.” She sneered as she followed him inside the mansion.
“I hope for your sake my equipment is finally ready.” She snarled at his back as she followed him to his treatment room.
“Oh yes,” he simpered like a mad professor, which was quite fitting actually, “I do believe you’ll be very pleased.”
After opening the door to his treatment room he bade her to disrobe and lie on the leather couch.
“I’ll just put your feet in the stirrups.” He slobbered like a dog who’s caught a whiff of a bitch on heat, while staring at her shaven crotch.
“My face is up here dickwad.” she snapped. She waited patiently for his eyes to travel up her body, lingering a bit too long on her oversized, perfectly shaped breasts, to eventually settle on her face. She gave him a sinister smile before barking at him “GET ON WITH IT THEN!”
“Yes, yes, sorry, sorry.” He said. He turned and put on his lab coat, and strapped on a head mirror. As he busied himself getting his equipment ready he kept turning round to steal glimpses of the naked Anastazia like a naughty schoolboy who has realised he can see up the teachers skirt and she’s got no knickers on.
“I’ll just attach this here…and run this through here…then add this to this…and tidy up this bit here…and…done.” Professor Fugwhistle stood up to admire his handiwork. “Not too bad if I do say so myself, what do you think?” He handed Anastazia a mirror.
She looked at her self in the mirror and saw what basically looked like a silver clitoris. “Well it certainly looks good but how does it feel? How do I turn it on?”
The professor handed her a small keyring with a fob on it with a button in its centre.
“This is all you need, but I must warn you th….” The professor was interrupted by a loud humming noise like a thousand angry bees who had all just simultaneously stubbed a toe. This was followed by a loud groaning noise from Anastazia.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck,” Anastazia breathed, “fuck, fuck, fuck, that’s good! Come on you little hobbit, let’s see if you’re packing heat, I need a cock in me now!”
The professor’s fingers were a blur as he undid his trousers and flung them, along with his y-fronts, across the room. He approached the examination table determinedly, holding his cock in one hand and slapping it against the palm of his other.
“Jesus wept Aloysius; you kept that monster a secret!” Anastazia nearly slid off the table in the tidal wave from her clunge, “you’re like a fucking tripod son. Bring it here!”
She gripped the end of his massive tool in a vice like grip and pulled it towards her slippery fanny. Only the first two inches went in before the professor was on his tiptoes.
“I’m going to have to get a stool.” He said. Anastazia wailed like a cat on a hot tin roof, literally.
The professor quickly grabbed a stool and set steadfastly about his task. He rapidly slid in and out of her with half of his massive length, over and over, like a trombonist playing march of the bumblebees.
“GIVE ME IT ALL YOU LITTLE SHIT!” Anastazia screamed in a lust filled frenzy.
“I can’t, you’re unit will overheat.”
“It’s already red hot for god sake, just jam it in me or I’ll rip it off and jam it in myself!”
The professor sighed. “As you wish.” And pushed his entire length into her sopping wet gash.
“YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!” she screamed in ecstasy. As the professor pumped away her skin temperature rose and rose until her areolas and nipples were glowing red, followed swiftly by her breasts.
“You’re going to burst into flames.” The professor yelled above the sexual cacophony.
“I’ll burst you if you stop!” she growled at him like an angry bear with an itchy arse and no arms.
A few pumps later the professor could last no more and pulled out spraying her glowing hot chest with thick sticky man seed. It danced about her chest like milk on a hot skillet.
Once Anastazia had cooled down she panted at the professor. “I think you’ve cracked it short arse, I’ll be back tomorrow for another go on your magic stick.”
