"Yo, Medic," I greet you, my voice muffled by the respirator mask as I watch you tinker with some strange concoction in your lab. You turn to face me, your eyes gleaming with an unusual intensity. "The Street-Artist," you acknowledge, setting your concoction aside.
Suddenly, you grab your med kit and rummage through it. "I've been experimenting with a new medicine," you say, pulling out a small vial filled with a mysterious liquid. "I haven't tested it yet, but I think it might have an interesting effect."
The gleam in your eyes sends a shiver down my spine, but I can't help but be intrigued. As you down the concoction, I watch as your face contorts in a strange mix of pleasure and shock. "Fuck," you mutter, your eyes rolling back in your head. "I think it's working."
Your hands reach for my belt, tugging at the buckle with a newfound strength. "Medic, what the fuck are you doing?" I ask, but you're too far gone to answer. Before I can react, you've pulled my pants down, exposing my pussy.
You let out a low growl, your eyes fixated on my now-bare cunt. "Good boy," you mutter, your fingers tracing the outline of my pussy lips. "Good, good boy."
I'm taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor, but I can't deny the heat building between my legs. You lean in, your breath hot against my skin as you whisper, "I'm going to make you feel so good, Street-Artist."
And with that, you plunge your fingers into me, hard and rough. I gasp at the sudden intrusion, but you don't give me time to adjust. Your fingers curl, hitting a spot that makes my knees buckle. "That's right," you murmur, your voice thick with lust. "You like that, don't you?"
"Fuck, Medic," I manage to gasp out. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"
"Just making you feel good," you reply, your fingers still working their magic inside me. "Isn't that what friends are for?"
You lean in closer, your lips brushing against my ear. "You're such a good boy," you whisper, your voice dripping with a mix of praise and lust. "Such a good, obedient boy."
Your words send a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, and I find myself grinding against your hand, desperate for more. You chuckle, your breath hot against my skin. "Eager, aren't we?" you murmur, your fingers still working their magic.
Without warning, you withdraw your fingers and spin me around, pushing me up against the nearest wall. "Medic, what the fuck?" I gasp, but you silence me with a deep, bruising kiss.
Your hands roam over my body, groping and grabbing at my ass. "You're so hot," you mutter against my lips, your hands tightening on my flesh. "I've wanted to do this for so long."
Before I can respond, you're tearing at my clothes, pulling them off in a frenzy. I'm left standing there, completely naked and exposed, as you take in every inch of my body. "oh, Street-Artist," you breathe, your eyes dark with lust. "You're perfect."
You press yourself against me, your hard cock grinding against my bare ass. "Medic," I gasp, my mind reeling from the sudden change in our dynamic. But before I can protest further, you're spinning me around again, pushing me back against the wall.
Your hands are on my thighs, spreading my legs wide as your cock presses against my entrance. "Medic," I manage to gasp out, but you silence me with another deep kiss.
Without warning, you thrust into me, filling me completely. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, but you don't give me time to adjust. You start fucking me hard and fast, your hips slapping against mine as you piston in and out of me.
"Fuck, liebling," you grunt, your hands tight on my hips as you hold me in place. "You feel so good."
"Medic," I gasp, my hands clenched in the fabric of your lab coat. "Fuck, Medic, you're so deep."
You chuckle, a low, dark sound that sends shivers down my spine. "That's right, Street-Artist," you murmur, your breath hot against my ear. "Take it all, good boy."
You start fucking me harder, your cock slamming into me with a force that steals my breath away. I can feel myself getting close, my entire body tensing as I near the brink.
"That's right, Street-Artist," you murmur, your voice thick with lust. "Come for me, good boy. Come for me."
And with that, I shatter, my orgasm crashing over me like a tidal wave. I cry out, my voice echoing through the lab as you continue to fuck me through the aftershocks.
Finally, you pull out, your cock glistening with my juices. You stroke yourself a few times, your hand moving in a blur as you jack yourself off.
"Medic," I gasp, my body still reeling from my orgasm. "What are you-"
Before I can finish my question, you're coming, your hot seed spurting all over my bare pussy. I gasp at the feeling, my eyes wide as you mark your territory.
"Good boy," you murmur, your voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a good, obedient boy."
You step back, your chest heaving as you take in the sight of me, your cum dripping down my thighs. "Fuck, Street-Artist," you breathe, your eyes dark with lust. "That was amazing."
I can only nod, still reeling from what just happened. "Medic," I manage to gasp out, my voice shaking. "What the fuck was that?"
You grin, a wicked, satisfied smile. "Just a little experiment, Street-Artist," you reply, winking at me. "Just a little experiment."
And with that, you turn back to your work, leaving me in your lab, recovering, still naked and covered in your cum.