Alex went and washed his face and then anointed his well-used member with the special lotion and returned to his chair. Dr. Smith disembodied voice asked, "Are you ready?"
He nodded. He was and he wasn't. The thing with Jane would normally be something he would muse about for a couple of days. But duty called.
This time the knock was firmer.
"Come."
"I certainly hope so."
The woman who strode in the door was certainly striking. She must have been close to six feet tall, heavy-set but firm. Wearing bright fabric of two or three patterns that flowed around her. A classy gold necklace and a couple of rings with the same stones. Curly dark hair that flew up away from her forehead and generous lips in a deep mahogany face with ruddy highlights.
She put her hands on her ample hips, glared at Alex with one eyebrow down and one eyebrow up and said,
"Huh! They promised me something different, and this is, yes, different."
Alex didn't know what to say; so he waited.
"OK, so you can call me Honey. That's enough."
She walked over and mussed his hair, ran a graceful finger with gold nail polish down his jawline to the tip of his chin. Smiled.
"You're cute enough. Can I see your hand?"
"Sure, Honey, which one?"
"The one you beat off with, of course. You do beat off." It wasn't a question.
"I have," He smiled, offering his hand.
She took it and palpated the belly of his thumb.
"Mm hmm, you got it. So let's see it."
He unwrapped.
"Well, now. I was hoping for a little more than that."
"I understand that that can be arranged; although I do not know how much more yet."
"You're funny. I don't know a man doesn't know his own johnson."
"Still. It's the truth. This is the experiment we are here to explore, and you are the first explorer. So do you want to pump it up, or should I? And you need to tell me just what you would like me to do with it."
"Hmm, I like you. You are a cooperative little son of a bitch. Okay. Let's get it on."
She shed her full outfit with amazing speed and stood in nothing but a raspberry thong that made a pretty triangle between massive thighs that tapered to beautiful slim ankles. Her breasts bounced a little as she freed them to sit large and firm and high on her chest. Each had a wide purple cone. She turned, revealing a very large, very round set of buttocks. She slapped the right one hard.
"This is what I need you to fuck. Here's what you are going to do and what I am going to do: You are going to stay right there in that chair of yours. I am going to present this ample bootie to you. You may not slap it the way I just did until I ask you, and I very well may ask you. Now I am going to lower my coochie slowly onto that weapon of yours. At first I want you to do nothing; just keep that pink baby sliding in. Now, if, as you say, you can give me bigger, then I will ask you for it. I will say 'more' and you do your best to give me more."
He did as he was told. Honey turned her back to him and lowered those magnificent cheeks just above his lap. His knob pushed against the plump lips and fine curls.