Miss Grant Will See You Now

Miss Grant Will See You Now

(A Midas Labs Tale)

By SabuADT

Althea sat on her plush office couch, staring at the nameplate that sat atop her desk. She could barely believe it.

"Althea Grant. Head Administrator, Department of Oral Relief," it read.

First day at her dream job. Her cream job. Her guaranteed-to-make-you-scream job. Her give-me-all-your-cum-because-I'm-the-cum-queen jo--

*knock knock knock*

Althea snapped out of her reverie.

"Miss Grant?" asked a male voice behind the door.

Althea exhaled in anticipation. "Here we go," she thought to herself. "Show 'em what you've got, girl."

She called out to the visitor, "It's open!"

The door swung open, and in walked Dr. Fulsom, a lithe man in his early 40's. His greying temples gave him an air of distinction and intelligence. He carried himself with a casual confidence.

"Miss Grant?" he asked again politely.

"That's me. Welcome!"

"You've got it turned around," he countered politely. "I should be welcoming you. I'm Dr. Fulsom. I work in the Department of Biological Innovation, Growth, and Development."

"Ah, the 'BIG-D.'"

"Nicknames travel fast, it seems."

"It's a hard nickname to avoid," Althea offered, tongue planted firmly in cheek. "So what brings you in, Mr. Big-D?"

"Well, first of all, it's Doctor Big-D," Dr. Fulsom chuckled.

Althea assented, "Yes, Doctor Big-D."

"Thank you. Anyway, the thing is this: I usually don't get too attached to my work. It's all research, data, and numbers to me. But watching the results of my latest project has got me rather more... Well, let's just say I've been more libidinously affected than usual and it's starting to interfere with my concentration."

"Translated into plain English," Althea said, "Your bulging balls are burbling and bubbling, and you need someone to drain you dry before you burst. For professional purposes. Is that about right?"

Dr. Fulsom took her bluntness in stride. "Miss Grant, I admire the way you cut straight to the point. That is exactly the case. And when I saw this morning's e-memo about your arrival, it sounded like you were just what the doctor ordered."

"I am. And I believe I have just the treatment you need, Dr. Fulsom." Getting right down to business, she said, "Please remove your trousers and any undergarments. Do you prefer to stand or sit?"

"Standing will be just fine, thank you," said Dr. Fulsom, while removing his pants and boxers.

Althea knelt on the carpet before him, saying "Feet shoulder-width apart, please." That's when she noticed what was between his legs. She wasn't often one to be surprised by an erect penis, but she had to confess she was unprepared for the sight of what Dr. Fulsom was packing.

Fully hard, his penis couldn't have been more than 4.5" long.

Dr. Fulsom caught her staring. "Probably not what you expected from someone in the BIG-D department. I hope it won't be a problem. Sometimes it seems like everyone around here believes in that old 'bigger is better' idea."

"Oh, not me," she said while carefully wrapping her delicate fingers around stiff shaft. "I mean sure, every once in a while it's nice to stuff an oversized sponge-mushroom into my mouth. But, Dr. Fulsom," she worked up a little drool from her salivary glands and let it slowly drip it onto his member, "With a cock like yours, Dr. Fulsom," she looked up to meet his eyes as she worked her spit into his penis, "I... can do... this!"

If he hadn't known better, Dr. Fulsom would have sworn he watched her jaw dislocate from its hinges. It opened wider than he would have thought possible as she reached her arms behind him, dug her fingernails sharply into his buttocks and pulled his hips towards her. His entire genital area-- head, shaft,

and

balls-- disappeared into her mouth.

Dr. Fulsom gripped Miss Grant's shoulders to keep from collapsing in pleasure. He could hardly keep track of the sensations playing upon every sensitive nerve ending in her mouth. Her rhythmic glucking noises turned the back of her throat into a soft, pounding massage for the head of his cock. The length of her tongue swam and swirled around his shaft leaving no area of skin unbathed by its ministrations. Meanwhile, her bottom lip worked on the underside of his balls, first the left, then the right one, then serving them simultaneously from the middle.

If Althea had been paying attention, she would have heard Dr. Fulsom's cries of ecstasy. But her ears rang with the echoes of the sounds reverberating in her own head. The gluck-gluck-gluck of her glottis. The guttural growls of enthusiasm while she devoured the good doctor's cock. And her deep and expressive moans caused her throat to vibrate, sending miniature shockwaves directly into his cockhead.

Dr. Fulsom grasped at consciousness and sanity long enough to tap Miss Grant on the shoulder. Between gasping breaths he said, "Miss Grant, I'm gonna..."

That was all it took to send her into overdrive. She doubled her already intense intensity. Her fingers dug further into his buttocks and her muffled moans created vibrations that pushed directly against his urethra.

Dr. Fulsom called out, "Oh my fucking gggggooodddddddd!"

Miss Grant didn't let up. Her moaning encouraged him, rising in pitch, "Mm-hmmm.... Mmm-HHHMMM!! MMMMM-HMMMMM!!!"

"Miss Graaannntttt, I'm cummmmiiiinnnnnggggggggg!!!!"

Dr. Fulsoms's muscles tightened, his hips bucked upward. At the first blast of hot cum, Miss Grant tilted her neck forward to meet his involuntary thrusts. She was perfectly poised at the precise angle to catch the thick and powerful arc of his semen. Jet after jet shot forth as she coaxed more of that sweet treat from his balls. She swallowed and swallowed and noisily milked him for more.

He felt like his orgasm lasted for an hour.

When he was done-- when Althea was certain she had wrung every last drop she could wring from Dr. Fulsom's balls-- she slurpily removed her mouth from his genitals.

Dr. Fulsom looked down at Miss Grant in awe.

She met his eyes and licked her lips.

"Feeling better?" she asked as she rose to her feet.

"Miss Grant, that would be the very definition of an understatement."

Althea beamed proudly as she handed him his boxers and trousers. "Dr. Fulsom, the way I see it, I can either do my job-- or I can do my job

well

."

He re-clothed himself while remarking, "I've never felt anything like that. Your coordination, your single-mindedness, your enthusiasm. It almost seemed like you went into some kind of fugue state."

"That's how it feels to me when it's happening," Althea said. "I've never been able to explain it, but I'm," she searched for the right word, "energized by cum. Always have been. It's as refreshing to me as water is to a marathon runner."

Dr. Fulsom was fully-clothed by now. He thought for a second and said, "It's a curious physiological phenomenon, to be sure. Perhaps we should initiate a study of your unique talents and, um, seminal response."

Miss Grant smiled coyly. "You mean put me into a study where you hook me up to electrodes and monitors and make me suck cock and drink cum all day? Dr. Fulsom, don't threaten me with a good time."

Dr. Fulsom chuckled. "Well, we'll just have to see what we can do. As long as it wouldn't take you away from your responsibilities here. If you don't mind my saying, that experience you just provided; I certainly can't wait to feel that again."

"Oh, I'm afraid that won't be possible, Dr. Fulsom," Miss Grant replied, matter-of-fact.

Not hiding his disappointment, Dr. Fulsom asked, "And why is that, Miss Grant?"

She took a step toward him and said, "Because I never give the same blowjob twice, Dr. Fulsom. I make every effort to have each time be better than the last."

Dr. Fulsom's eyes bulged, and his breath caught in his throat. He stood at a loss for words, considering that this expert performance would be the

worst

fellatio he would ever receive from Miss Grant.

With his hand on the doorknob, he bid her farewell. "I look forward to seeing you again, Miss Grant."

"I'm here anytime you, or anyone else, needs a little release, Dr. Fulsom. Spread the word, will you?"

Dr. Fulsom smiled, nodded, and shut the door behind him. Althea walked to her desk, ran her fingertip along the top of her nameplate, and hopped up to sit on the desktop.

With her first official session a resounding success, she knew it wouldn't take long before--

*knock knock knock*

Althea allowed herself a small, self-satisfied sigh. She inhaled deeply and called out from her desk, "Door's open! Come on in!"