West Mercy Hospital was Gotham's primary public hospital, located in the University district. Known to be one of the top medical institutions in the country, it treated its patients thoroughly and with patience. The east wing was largely relegated to victims of supervillains; those plagued by Scarecrow's fear toxin or Joker's laughing gas. Oftentimes, when there were extreme cases of mental breakdowns or chemical warfare in Metropolis or Blüdhaven, they were sent here for treatment. West Mercy had the most advanced pool of doctors geared towards such afflictions.
Two days ago, Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn attacked the second largest sector of Wayne Technologies. Whatever they stole or found out was beyond the knowledge of the GCPD who struggled to answer Vicki Vale's questions on the matter. From what little they gathered, Poison Ivy had ordered her plants to generate high densities of her pheromones, made everyone keel over from the excess in estrogen, testosterone, and progesterone, and promptly left.
Watching Vicki throw a barrage of questions at Jim Gordon was amusing for a time. Aaron sat in his hospital bed, chuckling, as the classic uproar of television news echoed. He preferred browsing on his phone, but since he didn't have it on him, he was forced to turn to the television on the wall.
"So, Commissioner, you mean to tell the people of Gotham you know nothing of Ivy and Harley's motives?"
"For now, no," Jim Gordon replied. Several flashes of light blasted his face but the man stood close to his mic, undeterred. "An investigation is currently underway."
"This is highly unusual for Poison Ivy. She is an eco-terrorist. Her psychological profile is much different than the Joker or Two-Face," Vicki pointed out. The camera panned to her; orange hair, addicting blue eyes, black eyeliner, and fitted in an expensive black coat and grey slacks. That was her. "Put simply, the attack on Wayne Technologies does not fit with her memo. Does this mean Wayne Technologies has something to hide?"
Again, Jim wasn't fazed by her barrage of questions and conclusions. "That is for Wayne Technologies to answer, not me."
The camera switched back to Vicki, her thin brows furrowed. "Some sighted Harley fleeing the area while carrying an unconscious Ivy on her back. Any thoughts?"
A chill went up Aaron's spine. There were no links to him since Harley managed to escape but still. Hearing it on the news, on Gotham Gazette, was nerve-wracking.
"Our running theory is that Ivy overexerted herself. The entire building was wrapped in vines, interior and exterior, and very little evidence remains. Perhaps there was something or someone who pushed her to her limit. Regardless, we shall do our best to find and capture them. Wayne Technologies will be assisting us in this matter," Commissioner Gordon said. He looked straight into the camera, eyes determined. "For the employees and victims, I give my sincerest apologies. You will be compensated and justice will be served. Thank you."
With that, he was finished. Cameras flashed off again and journalists yelled at him for another question. The commissioner ignored them as he walked off the podium. His security huddled around him and the network switched to the news anchor.
"Now, for our next–"
Aaron turned it off. He shared the room with three other folk who were all asleep. He put his arms behind his head and sat up straight on the bed's headboard.
"Mr. Reigner?"
"Oh, Dr. Sayer." He noticed her entering but didn't comment. "Are you here for the test?"
Dr. Sayer glanced at the clipboard in her arms and revealed her pearly white smile. "Yes."
His attending doctor, Dr. Sayer. Garbed in the typical white garbs of a doctor, the thirty something year old black woman had long ruffled hair and carried a clipboard with her twenty-four-seven. She wasn't super sexy or hourglass-figured but her smile was pleasant to look at.
"Alright." Aaron threw his covering off. The cool air of the hospital brushed down his back. Hospital gowns were not only thin but semi-transparent in the correct lighting. And given his prodigious endowment, the outline of his cock could be clearly seen. Not to mention there was the sound of his thwacking balls. He had to slow down his steps to stop the obnoxious, thunderous claps.
Plenty of the ladies in the halls eyed him like candy. A few of them whistled as he walked past them. Aaron didn't know whether to be flattered or not. Even the doctor glanced back at his bulge once or twice. Surprise and curiosity sparked Dr. Sayer's brown eyes.
They entered the examination room. There was a desk, three chairs, a bed at the back and medical equipment. There were three women already inside chatting amicably.
"Aaron Reigner is here," Dr. Sayer said, gesturing to him.
"Hello," greeted the first woman, smiling. With short brown hair, light brown eyes, and a scarce number of wrinkles, Aaron would have assumed she was in her forties. Her voice was slightly hoarse, however, implying she was older, in her fifties perhaps. "I'm Dr. Leslie Thompkins. These are nurses Tamara Fox and Crystal Brown. They will be helping with the examination."
"Call me Tam," the first nurse said. Her complexion was a rich shade of brown and her face was youthful. Wearing a pink headband, her black hair was set in an afro ponytail.
Aaron stared at her, squinting. "Aren't you…?"
Tam chuckled and pressed her lips into a small smile. "I'm Lucius Fox's eldest daughter, yeah. I'm sure everybody has been talking about me." By the sound of it, she was tired of the recognition.
He couldn't blame her either. Pretty much everybody was talking about the CEO's daughter and her fabulous hips. The nurse uniform was boring and plain, a monotone blue, yet it highlighted the figures of the wearers exquisitely. For many of the patients, it was the talk of the decade.
"Well, you are in some way our boss," Aaron said. "You were the acting CEO for Foxtech, right? I guess you could say you're our sister CEO."
Tam snickered. "Don't even say that. Although I am partly doing this out of my responsibilities as a Fox, it's not my only reason. I'm a nurse. I made a vow to help those in need."
"Fair enough."
"I'm Crystal," the second nurse interrupted. Her voice was stern and she was older than Tam. With short sandy hair, blue eyes behind rectangular glasses, and a slim, bisque body, she looked quite plain. Two wrinkles ran alongside her nose, so Aaron pegged her to be in her forties.
The three medical professionals weren't ugly by any means, especially Tam who was young and conventionally enticing. And nobody seemed to be distracted by the somewhat noticeable bulge on his gown.
'They are professionals, I suppose.'
"First we will be checking your vital signs. After that, there will be a brief vision test and finally the physical examination," Crystal explained to him.
"We just need you to sign this consent form and we can start," Dr. Sayer said, handing over the clipboard in her arms.
The examination went off without a hitch. He signed the form and allowed the two nurses to check his vital signs. Everything was perfect. More than perfect, Tam said, claiming his blood pressure was a hundred-twenty over eighty. Exactly what a male adult his age should have.
Dr. Sayer led the eye test. Shining bright lights in his eyes and making look through several different lenses.
"You aced it," Dr. Sayer stated, visibly impressed. "Twenty-ten vision. Most people your age begin to lose their eyesight here though. Be careful."
"Got it."
Next up was the physical examination. Dr. Thompkins was not as intense as the others. Where Tam and Crystal worked in sync, professional with every word, Dr. Thompkins was laid back. Dr. Sayer was mostly silent and to the point while Dr. Thompkins asked about his day and future.
It was an experience factor. Given her age, she must have worked in the medical profession for decades. Tam was new to the game and although Crystal and Dr. Sayer weren't amateurs, they weren't veterans either. Ears, nose, and throat, she wielded the tools and examined each part without effort and with great depth.
"You have a strong heartbeat," Dr. Thompkins complimented. "You remind me of someone I know, except less headstrong and idiotic." She shook her head, clicking her tongue. "He would be doing so much better if he was like you."
He searched her bittersweet expression. "A son?"
Dr. Thompkins blinked and burst into laughter. "Do I look that old?" she asked, wiping her eyes.
"Fifty-five?" Aaron guessed. Dr. Thompkins stopped and surprise overtook her features.
"Fantastic guess, but no, I am fifty-six. And you were close regarding children, I do have a daughter. She's not an idiot though, so I'm sure she'd love you! She's six years older than you. The perfect age gap, wouldn't you say?" Her golden hoop earrings shook as she laughed again. "Well, I do have a band of children I might consider my kids too, but only because they get injured so often."
"That must be tough."
"Sometimes. I don't like it when young folk like you go up and get themselves injured. The future is already so uncertain. We don't need you youngsters to be dropping like flies now."
Dr. Thompkins was a funny woman, Aaron thought. Motherly but proficient in her work.
Eventually, the true physical examination came. The genital inspection. The ladies lined up and stood next to one another, almost surrounding him. Dr. Thompkins offered him a comforting smile.
"We don't judge," said the lead doctor.
"This is our thirty-third inspection," Crystal added. "We are nothing but professional."
Despite her words, to Crystal's right, he could see the glint in Tam's eyes. The ends of her lips twitching in excitement.
Aaron shrugged, reached back, undid the ties, and let the gown fall to the floor.
Tam gasped.
"Good lord!" Dr. Thompkins exclaimed.
Crystal's glasses nearly tipped off her nose as she did a double take.
Dr. Sayer slapped a hand to her mouth. She went on her toes, suddenly invigorated, and ogled him shamelessly.
'So much for professionalism…'
Aaron was fit and slim with pleasant looking muscles, not overly ripped. No pubic hair, no body hair. Aaron was a white dude who was cursed or (some would argue) blessed with no excess hair. There were simply his magnificent muscles and thighs to view. His obliques pointed to his crotch deliciously.
There was silence. Nobody wished to point out the elephant in the room. The literal elephant trunk hanging between his legs.
"So? Anything wrong?" Aaron asked, placing a hand on his hip and spreading his legs a little to accommodate for his ballsack.
"That is the biggest cock I have ever seen in my fifty-six years on this Earth," Dr. Thompkins said bluntly, eyes not budging. Nobody disagreed nor did their gazes change.
Inches upon inches of thick, raw meat lay on his thigh. Balls the size of coconuts and a sack struggling to contain them. Then there was the smell. It filled the room like an air purifier, their cheeks flushing.
"Okay…?" Aaron said, putting his hands behind him. He unintentionally gave them a clear, open view of his cock. How it hung between his legs. How his balls dangled from behind.
Dr. Thompkins spoke first. "I used to run my own clinic, you know. I've scurried the streets to help people. I've seen tens of thousands of men. I don't think I've seen one this…gigantic before. Most tended to be about this big." With both her index fingers, she demonstrated the length. There was a space of about four inches and to emphasize her point she added, "Erect. Gotham isn't exactly known for its well-hung men. In fact, I'd say it's the opposite. We're less like Ecuador and Congo and more like Cambodia."
"Maybe that's why we have so much crime," Crystal muttered under her breath. Aaron quirked a brow.
'I guess Gotham ladies are getting the short of the stick. Literally.'
"Um, Tam, Crystal, you should…" Dr. Sayer gestured at him. The nurses gulped audibly as they approached him. It honestly looked and felt so dirty as they kneeled down and touched his shaft. Wearing rubber latex gloves, the two heaved up his hefty python, revealing the ballsack underneath.
Tam hesitantly groped his nuts and discovered their immense volume. "My fingers don't touch," she muttered.
Crystal was quiet but much more touchy. She didn't shy away from following every small line on his pouch. It wasn't quite wrinkly but it wasn't smooth either. A balanced mix making for a bag just about spacious to carry his family jewels. Containing mega-sized sperm factories yet managing to appear prim and proper. Not too loose, not too tight. Perfect–as everything about Aaron seemed to be.
"Lord," Dr. Thompkins said aloud. Aaron glanced down. It was Tam, flabbergasted as she compared her forearm to his softie. Her caramel arm against his fairly white cock. Crystal did the same with her forearm. Her skin matched Aaron's, giving for an amusing display. Still, neither could really defeat his dong. Neither could measure up. Over eight inches long, from elbow to wrist, it was longer and thicker than the nurses' forearms.
"Are…are you usually this big?" Dr. Sayer croaked out, removing her hands from her mouth. "Is it perhaps an effect of Poison Ivy's concoction?"
"There weren't any differences in the other patients," Dr. Thompkins pointed out.
"Well…"
"No," Aaron chimed in, "it's always like this."
The two doctors let out an, "Oh."
Dr. Sayer stared at the comparison again. The forearms and the cock. Tam and Crystal hadn't moved their limbs, too stunned to react or move.
"And your scrotum?" Dr. Sayer asked, scavenging for an ounce of professionalism. Her job was to record everything, a clipboard and pen in hand. "Are your testicles always so…boisterous?"
Aaron nodded. "Yes, Doctor."
The first page questions must have been answered because Dr. Sayer had nothing left to say and flipped to the next section.
Tam and Crystal compared their forearms to his sleeping giant a few more times. Neither nurse was exactly the largest woman, standing at a typical five-foot-four. Tam was a little heavier and thicker than Crystal who was extremely lithe for a woman, their forearms reflecting as much. Still, Tam simply couldn't believe it. She clenched her jaw to close.
The atmosphere was hot and enticing. The integrity they once boasted was wiped out, all because his dick was so big. Aaron wanted to sigh. But rather than vocalize his thoughts, he kept his hands firmly behind, allowing them to relish the session.
"S-size," Dr. Thompkins suddenly said. She hurried to her desk, opening the drawer to take something out, then returned. A measuring tape. "Measure it."
"Of course," Tam said, gulping. She took the long, yellow tape and stretched it across his length. Tam's hand quivered as the tape touched the warm dick, leading Crystal to support her. They shared a nod and slowly started unfolding the measuring tape.
Inch by inch, their expressions widened. Broken as they stretched their arms to measure it.
"Nine point one inches," Tam announced, the tape reaching his tip.
'Nine? I thought it was eight.' He took another good look at his flaccid cock. Aaron blinked. The thickness hadn't changed much but length did seem a little droopier. 'No way. Did it actually get a little bigger? Don't tell me Ivy accidentally did something…'
The doctors were too busy writing down his measurements to notice the slimmer of surprise. Whispering and discussing, wondering what his size could be at full mast. He could hear them but he had no interest in engaging with them. Dr. Sayer seemed to be saying one thing, jotting the number down, while Dr. Thompkins said something else, something egregious.
Tam and Crystal wrapped the tape around his schlong, counting his girth. "Eight point seven inches," Tam declared, voice cracking.
The two nurses glanced up at him, eyes bewildered. Aaron stared back with a neutral expression.
"Not bad, I'm guessing?"
Dr. Thompkins snorted. "You'd make Bruce Wayne and his sons piss their pants at the sight of that monster."
"You sound like you know him," Aaron replied.
She licked her lips, not entirely focused as she admitted, "I suppose. Certainly more than I care for."
Aaron quirked a brow. 'Why would Wayne come to a hospital like this? Better yet, why would you be so acquainted with him and his sons? He's a billionaire, he can hire his own doctors in his mansion. Plus, he has Alfred.'
A theory was formulating in his head. Bruce Wayne–Batman–his operation scale was massive according to Cassandra. Damian Wayne was his biological son while Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Cassandra were adopted. Duke Thomas was a ward, not officially adopted. Regardless, those were a lot of Robins and sidekicks to take care of.
'Cass mentioned the Bat Family was more than just Batman, Robin, and Batgirl. I know there's Oracle, the first Batgirl, for tech support and that butler guy, Alfred. Jim Gordon, their outside support and mole in the GCPD, but…a medic.' Aaron scanned Dr. Thompkins. She said she was fifty-six. Bruce Wayne–Batman–was in his late thirties or early forties. The timeline made sense. 'Dr. Thompkins must know about Batman–about the whole Bat Family.'
Dr. Sayer leaned to the side and whispered in the spectacled doctor's ears. The brown-haired woman nodded a few times. "Okay, okay…alright." Dr. Thompkins cleared her throat and raised her voice with authority, "Tam, Crystal, get him hard. We need to measure his full size, then get a sample of his sperm. It is imperative you do this professionally, without bias. Of course, if you are not up to it, me and Dr. Sayer–"
"We can do it," Crystal interrupted. Her voice was faintly high-pitched and her gloved digits touched his glans provocatively. She looked up at Aaron, glasses at the bridge of her nose, dark blue eyes shimmering. "I am sure Mr. Reigner doesn't mind."
He could see the excitement dancing in the eyes of the nurses. Tam was the amateur nurse that had found the adventure and spice she craved while Crystal was the forty year old finally finding a thrill in her mundane job. They were not letting go of his cock, not until they had enjoyed themselves to the fullest.
Aaron shrugged. "Sure."
Their gloves roamed his schlong relentlessly. The latex material was odd but it did its job as they pumped his girth gently. His cock stirred and there was a gulp from Dr. Sayer.
"Is this good?" Tam asked politely.
"Yes," Aaron replied, unfazed. His cock had a mind of its own. Crystal played his balls, scooping it and stretching the sack. A medical test to find its limits. The slight pulls were not too pleasant.
Still, his cock roused awake. It fought against gravity as it fattened and bulked up. Rising up, up, up, the four nurse hands slithering around it skillfully. Crystal especially whose fingers and hands moved skillfully, deftly, like a master of handjobs.
Everybody held their breath as veins started to pop out. Not too grotesque but noticeable as the nurses glided their latex fingers across.
His cock finally grew to its full size, bobbing into place.
"Jesus, you make pornstars look average," Dr. Thompkins commented. Realizing the meaning of her words, she took off her glasses and started cleaning them with her sleeves. Her hoop earrings swayed as she fidgeted and explained, "Not that I watch porn but from what I've seen in…ads. Yes."
Dr. Thompkins hurriedly wiped her glasses and put them on. She smiled as if she had a gun pointed at her.
Aaron wore a flat smile. "Thank you."
'She's not wrong either.'
The largest pornstars capped out at eight or nine inches. Aaron not only possessed that absurd length while flaccid but he was also thicker–comparable to coke cans and humbling said cans at full mast.
When Aaron was younger and addicted to porn, confusion nagged the back of his consciousness: 'Why were the women so astonished by the guy's size?' From his point of view, compared to what hung between his legs, it looked kinda small. In every video, there wasn't a single male star who Aaron could say eclipsed him in size. Later in life, in high school gym class, he saw the meager penises of the average person, of his classmates, and he realized he was absurdly, divinely gifted. He was closer to horses and gods than humans. The difference in size was that vast.
Tam and Crystal's hands edged away, reluctant as the heat brought them comfort. The full glory of his cock was unveiled. There was a good ten seconds of peace; of shameful ogling of the big, fat python sprouting from his crotch.
"Please get to measuring," Dr. Sayer ordered, half hypnotized. Tam and Crystal immediately did as they were told.
Long and girthy. The two words that described his massive dick, yet seeing it and feeling it were two different things. The veins felt alive and his balls looked so, so heavy. To the point where the nurses craved to hold the hefty factories of cum.
Alas, the measuring came first. Given his superb endowment, they needed Tam to hold the first half and Crystal to hold the end.
"Thirteen point five inches," Crystal listed off, eyes wide. "I don't want to be presumptuous but….I believe this is the biggest cock in the world."
Presumptuous as she might have been, it was true and everybody knew it.
Aaron was just as flabbergasted as the others by the revelation too. 'Thirteen and a half!? I was more like twelve and two quarters. Ivy's spell definitely did something to me.'
"Congratulations, Mr. Reigner." Dr. Thompkins gave him a round of applause, grinning. Dr. Sayer, holding her clipboard, politely did the same, albeit with wide eyes. "That is a mighty achievement."
"Thanks," Aaron replied in an undertone. He hid his own shock behind a supremely effective mask of coolness. "But I'm sure there are aliens or metahumans bigger than me. The world is a big place."
He felt a hand on his cock. "I doubt it," Crystal muttered.
"Humility will get you nowhere." Dr. Thompkins beamed at him. "Your penis is now in history books. Be proud."
Dr. Sayer was on her phone, fingers typing. "You beat the previous record by about two inches." The doctor put away her phone and forced a smile. "Congrats."
"S-should we be calling Guinness World Records or something?" Tam asked, hands trembling. Her eyes flickered at his cock, causing her cheeks to flush. It was as though it was some divine thing. "I mean, it is the largest p-penis."
"Might as well round it to fourteen too," Dr. Thompkins suggested.
"Please don't," Aaron interjected. "I'd rather keep this between us."
"I jest, I jest." The lead doctor giggled.. "Our hospital will have to record the measurements due to the procedure, of course, but this information will not be made public. We will do our best in order to hide it, Mr. Reigner, you have our word. Right, Dr. Sayer?"
"Yes. I should be able to put this in the restricted section. This does seem to be a special case." The middle-aged black doctor was a little apprehensive but otherwise fine with the arrangement. So was Aaron.
'As long as nobody shows up at my place, we're good.'
"Girth, please," Dr. Thompkins requested. The examination wasn't over. "Tam, Crystal."
The pair hurried and wrapped the tape around. It took a while but eventually Tam said, "Ten point six."
"Jesus." Dr. Thompkins clicked her tongue. "Longest and thickest. Most impressive, Mr. Reigner."
"Thicker than my ex-husband's beer bottles," Nurse Crystal grumbled. Aaron was probably the only one to hear her. He didn't know what to think of the nurse, her ex-husband, the implication of an addiction, and the size comparison. There was so much to unravel in that single sentence.
The young man rubbed the back of his neck. He was feeling some embarrassment now. "Are we done?"
"Oh no," Dr. Sayer said. "We still have questions, a-as well as the sperm sample collection."
"Alright." Aaron crossed his arms. "Go on."
"First is, well…obvious. You're circumcised," Dr. Sayer blushed, eyes pointed at his cock. She quickly looked back to her clipboard and checked a box off.
His shaft was a light shade of beige with the tip a pretty pink. It was objectively a beautiful looking penis. Gargantuan but somehow not scary. It wasn't grotesque or overly veiny or disgusting. It was gorgeous and mind-bendingly impossible not to look at. Hypnotic even.
The mushroom head was as bulbous as a softball. Very, very girthy and distinguishable, especially with its pink-reddish colour. It wasn't significantly larger than the base but it was still obviously thicker. Moreover, there was a perfect merge from glans to shaft, not overstepping its bounds and tainting the whiteness of his shaft.
His cock pointed somewhat upwards. Not arched but simply angled slightly. The way his ballsack connected with the massive pipe was astonishing. Everything just…fit. It made sense. It was perfect. The perfect cock and the perfect ballsack with the perfect body. Aaron managed to make a monster cock look drop dead gorgeous on him. It made middle-aged ladies want to gag on it.
Dr. Thompkins in particular seeing how eager she was in her questioning.
"Are you sexually active?"
"Yes."
"Since when? Has it been periodic or not?"
"...I started about a week ago."
There was a flash of surprise on their faces. Aaron didn't blame them. He was good-looking, twenty-five, had a stable job, and the biggest dick in the world. Dr. Sayer took a second before writing his statement down.
"Do you stimulate yourself everyday?"
"No. Only when I need to."
"How many times can you orgasm?"
"I don't know." Aaron wanted to end it right then and there but Dr. Thompkins peered through her glasses with a point. He sighed and continued, "I tried finding my limit but I could never find it. I'd get too bored and stop."
"So what was the highest number you achieved?"
"...thirty-two."
Dr. Thompkins sucked in a breath and shared a meaningful glance with Dr. Sayer. Tam and Crystal, still on their knees and hovering near the side of his cock, also made silent noise.
"Do you feel any different from Ivy's gas attack?"
"No."
"Any physical changes?"
"No."
Dr. Thompkins cracked a smile. "So your penis is always this big?"
"Yes," Aaron lied. Sort-of. It got an inch bigger, which wasn't in the realm of absurdity but still. He'd rather not be subjected to an additional week of hospital examinations, especially if the doctors and nurses were going to act like this.
Dr. Thompkins continued to shoot question after question. He was pretty sure half of them were for her own self-satisfaction because Dr. Sayer wrote about that many. She oftentimes glanced at her senior, shocked, before finding herself enraptured by his erect cock.
Aaron wasn't sure whether to become flaccid so he stayed hard. Apparently, that was the correct choice because the doctors needed him fully erect for the sample of sperm. They said pre-cum wasn't good enough. They needed a full sample, a fresh load of cum.
"Here." Dr. Thompkins offered him a small cup. "The bathroom is right behind you. You can relieve yourself and ejaculate there."
Aaron blinked once, then looked at her as if she was crazy. It was a four-ounce cup, three inches high with a diameter of two inches. He couldn't fit his cock inside it even if he was soft.
"I…should probably give you something else, huh?" Dr. Thompkins took back the sample cup sheepishly. "Tam, Crystal, do we have anything larger?"
The two nurses dived into action. Ten minutes passed, Aaron standing there with a hard-on alongside two fully clothed doctors. The atmosphere was sweaty and the doctors fanned themselves.
Tam and Crystal returned with the same item: a Styrofoam cup. Thirty-two ounces, capable of holding almost a litre of liquid. They seemed a little guilty and anxious. Dr. Thompkins took the cups and raised them to the ceiling, inspecting their size.
"Hm…" She brought the top close to her eye, staring down the cup. "It'll be a tight fit but this is the best we have."
Aaron sighed as she offered him the cups. "I don't have much of a choice, do I?"
The doctors collectively chuckled and Dr. Thompkins joked, "Nope."
He headed over to the bathroom, cock bouncing impressively. He could see the nurses trying to get a peek. He promptly shut the door. The bathroom was white and boring and small. He didn't have much space to jerk off. A toilet at the back, a sink near the door, and a table to the right. The table surface was exactly waist-level, a convenient elevation. He placed the cup on its side, the hole facing him, and started jerking off.
His first erotic thought was Harley. Because a) how the fuck did she escape from GCPD after having blown her back, and b) her phenomenal twerking show was forever embedded into his memories.
"Fuck," Aaron muttered. He recalled her outfit, her knockers that she always enjoyed displaying in a tight corset. Her bare ghostly shoulders and her tattoos. He fantasized about fucking her in her old, iconic harlequin outfit. Diamond-patterned, black and red, and hugging her figure delectably.
His cock throbbed and he spewed out pre-cum.
Poison Ivy.
He unexpectedly liked her. From what he saw on the internet and news, he thought she was a seductress with good intentions but terrible execution; scantily dressed and intelligent, but too mentally ill and powerful to do real good. It would have been interesting to hear her thoughts on climate change given her ecocentric terrorism but ever since he fucked her brains out he could only think about how he'd penetrate her next.
She wasn't as juicy or delicious as Harley when it came to outward appearances, however. She relied on her toxins to do the job for her. Regardless, she was voluptuous and her cunt was much better than Harley's in his opinion. Easily the tightest of all the women he'd fucked. Harley's walls were fucking weird. Always moving, always slobbering around his length. It was gratifying but Aaron was a basic man and preferred the soft tightness of a cunt.
Vicki and Cassandra were normal. Well, Cassandra's pussy was actually quite small and if it wasn't for her training, she would have been badly injured. Vicki was a whore, more or less, but ordinary and a little boring. Unlike Harley or Cassandra, who could take what he dished out, Vicki would roll over after a single creampie.
He wished he could describe Iman but his memory of their session was blurry. Moreover, Iman wasn't in her right mind, Ivy's love gas having corrupted her into madness. Still, from what he remembered, the session was thrilling yet short.
Aaron pumped his cock, grunting. 'Still need to talk to Iman.'
Everybody involved was awake. There were no deaths either, only a few injuries. Samantha, Todd, Noah, and the three chicks he fucked. He caught glimpses of them but was never able to initiate conversation. Aaron was awkward like that.
He snorted to himself. 'I can fuck Harley Quinn in the ass but I can't talk to my coworkers in the halls. Amazing.'
Harley's asshole. God, he felt invigorated by the image of it. The sensation. He pumped his cock until he gasped and the pressure released.
He grabbed the cup and shoved it against the bulging tip of his cock. The first cumshot hit the cup hard enough to push the cup back. The second, the third, the fourth. Eight long spurts of thick, creamy spunk and it was full. The cup overflowed. Aaron didn't initially realize it but soon he saw white dripping onto the table.
"Shit," Aaron cursed to himself. In between powerful throbs, he slammed the cup onto the table and ran to the toilet. He might as well have been pissing with how much cum there was. For him, two days of no ejaculation was like blue balling an average man for a month. It bolstered and intensified his climax greatly, to the point where he felt like the coiled up tension in his body was leaving. The thought of getting caught, of Harley and Ivy finding him, drained away into the toilet. He sighed and simply came till his seed started to ooze rather than fling across.
He cleaned himself up with tissue paper. The Styrofoam cup was slightly cracked from the pressure of his ejaculation and nearly overflowing. Still, he got it.
"But no gown," Aaron noted to himself. "Those women probably made me walk in here without my gown on purpose."
He put his hand on the doorknob but stopped when he heard voices outside. Not nurses or doctors by the sound of it. He pressed his ear to the door, listening in.
"Yes, I hope we are not interrupting," said a kind voice. It was a woman's, slightly-pitched but firm. "Detective Kasinsky. GCPD. I'm sure you were told of our investigation."
"Yes, yes." Dr. Thompkins waved off. "I've already met Detectives Mac and McKenna. Actually," she chuckled, "me and Detective Mac have known each other for a while. She was something of a local hero in my old neighbourhood. In other words, a troublemaker needing to be patched up. Isn't that right, Josie?"
"It's good to see you again, doctor," Detective Mac replied, a clear sense of joy in her voice. "It's been too long."
"Please. You could have visited anytime, Josie, what with you being a detective and all."
There was a laugh. A chance for Aaron to think things over. To analyze the situation.
"We are here for Aaron Reiner's statement," said a new woman, muffled. She must have been close to the entrance. "Is he here?"
"No," Dr. Sayer replied. But–"
"I have a question then," the woman interrupted. "How is he? Personality-wise? In your professional opinion, is he normal?"
"Detective McKenna," the first woman, the first voice, Detective Kasinsky, called her name out with a feverish tone. "Don't be so hasty."
"He's our twenty-fourth witness and so far we've come up with nothing. Might as well go blunt," Detective McKenna responded, uncaring. The other detectives sighed.
'My testimony, huh?' Aaron was relieved. So he wasn't a suspect.
Moreover, they were all women by the sound of it.
A deliberate choice by the GCPD and likely the correct one given the sexual nature of the case. In all likelihood, male cops would either be insensitive about certain testimonies or potentially do something weird. The statistics were unfortunate but it was reality, especially in Gotham where corrupt cops ran rampant.
"He's great. Quiet and composed but great," Dr. Thompkins said. "He didn't look like he was hiding anything either. So relatively normal."
"And you've worked as a professional for thirty five years now?" Detective Bartlett asked sharply.
"Over half my life, yes," the doctor replied. "It can be good money but also good for the people."
"I see. Thank you for your service, Doctor. May god bless your soul," Detective Bartlett said. Aaron raised a brow. A stout Catholic, was she? Interesting for a detective whose job was to be skeptical.
Aaron sighed and looked over himself. He was flaccid and he was in-shape. Nothing to be ashamed about in all honesty. In fact, most men in his position would be dropping their pants at the drop of the hat.
But Aaron disliked unnecessary attention. He only decided to leave the bathroom because it would be awkward to stay in for too long.
So he left the bathroom with the cup in hand. He acted the part of an innocent party as he stepped out, cock and balls slapping, and saying, "Oh. Hi."
All eight pairs of eyes snapped down. The doctors and nurses were acquainted but the detectives were not.
"Lord, have mercy," came the flabbergasted prayer from the short-haired blonde. It was Detective Bartlett, the religious woman. Her blonde hair was short enough to be on a man's and she wore blue earrings. Her forehead was large and scrunched up by shock.
"He's three times as big as my ex husband," he heard Detective Kasinsky grumble. Aaron rubbed the back of his neck while raising the cup.
"Here. I'm done."
Again, Aaron wasn't particularly embarrassed about being naked in a room full of clothed women. Once again, he had nothing to be ashamed about. Well-hung, muscled, and relatively good-looking. Nonetheless, an uneasy and prickly atmosphere brought itself down upon them.
He put the cum-filled cup on the desk. He searched for his gown and saw it hanging off of Tam's arm.
"I have it here." And Tam gestured as if to say come get it.
Aaron internalized a sigh and strolled to her. The young nurse was surrounded by her fellow black women. Dr. Sayer, Tam, Detectives Mac and McKenna. It was as if they made their own little group upon the presence of his white dong.
Dr. Sayer was the shortest and the second darkest of the lot. Her complexion was a deep and dark brown, and she had long ruffled hair and a contagious laughter.
Then there was Tamara Fox. Her dark brown afro stood out as did her relative youth in comparison to her peers. Her skin tone was lighter, a golden-brown rather than a warm undertone like the doctor's.
Josephine MacDonald, better known as Josie Mac, was similar in complexion and age to Dr. Sayer, putting her somewhere in her thirties. There was a great difference in their build and overall appearance, however. The experienced detective was built, had a noticeable bust, and dutifully wore red lipstick. Yet most importantly, her hair was in dreads and styled into a high ponytail.
Finally, Melody McKenna, the serious ambitious detective in her late twenties. Always eager to solve the case. She was a lot more gung-ho than her fellow black detective and darker in complexion too. Much darker. She was clearly of Eastern African descent seeing how she was the darkest. Ebony with curly umber-coloured hair tied in a low-ponytail, brows narrowed, painting her as the intensely determined one of the group.
As Aaron retrieved his gown from Tam, they turned their backs and began conversing with one another. Gossiping, giggling, comparing.
"Big white cock, huh," Dr. Sayer muttered, grinning.
"Biiiig white cock," the three black woman agreed, casting his white dong a lusty look before turning their backs again.
"My old husband was shaped like a banana," Detective McKenna told them. Her husband's illustrated size must have been impressive because Tam cooed.
"White boys be white boys," Tam said, laughing quietly. "The other patients wished they had a third of what he's packing."
"How many inches is he?" Detective Mac asked, hands in her pockets.
Tam turned to Dr. Sayer who chuckled before answering.
"Get this…" There was a silent drumroll. High expectations. "...fourteen inches."
Detective Mac raised her brows. "Jesus."
"That thing would not fit in my black ass," Tam remarked.
"That's over double my old husband," Detective McKenna exclaimed. She twisted her neck over her shoulder and saw the huge bulge of his cock through his gown. "I mean, it already was while soft but still. Sheesh."
"Half, huh?" Detective Mac took a second to compare, to measure, and astonishment flickered her features. "That isn't bad, you know. I haven't had a guy that large in my life. Not even close."
Detective McKenna raised a brow and snickered. "You haven't been with a skinny white guy, that's why."
The skinny white boy stereotype was...intriguing, to say the least. Unfortunately, he wasn't skinny enough to fit into that category.
"I don't judge based on race," the older detective responded flatly. "If they have a big dick, they have a big dick. And I have this, ah, let's say uncanny ability to see if someone is carrying a stick or a pipe. Before Mr. Reigner, I interviewed this Indian man with a, err, hot dog between his legs."
"Ooh, yes." Detective McKenna smirked and spoke mockingly. "Josie Mac's psychic abilities. Not only able to find lost objects but also see dick sizes. Whether they be sausages and needles, she can tell it all!"
While Aaron was tying the back knot of his gown, he saw Detective Mac's expression tremble. The beginnings of sweat emerged from her locs. He blinked and the momentary show of fear disappeared.
'The word psychic made her sweat.' He could see her temple shining with a drop. 'Don't tell me she's a metahuman…'
The tense woman coughed and responded much too quickly, "All I am saying is that they come in all shapes and sizes, regardless of race."
"Sure, sure." Detective McKenna put a hand on her shoulder which nearly made the braided woman jump. "Personally, I think white is bigger and better. My old white husband was better than all the black and brown guys I had been with."
The curly-haired detective slapped her shoulder a few times and chuckled, seemingly unaware of her senior's inner turmoil.
"What about you? Detective Tam? Dr. Sayer?" Detective Mac was subtly trying to shift the focus of the conversation. Away from her and towards literally anyone else.
"White boys be white boys," Tam repeated from before. "If it isn't snowing, I ain't going."
Laughter and ease. Aaron could see Josie Mac's shoulders relax. Her plan worked.
"I've mostly only dated Caucasians," Dr. Sayer admitted. "No real reason, it just lined up that way."
Detective McKenna had a glint in her eye. Aaron already knew what was coming. It was too easy.
"I guess you got a taste of the cockasian and couldn't look back."
The doctor blushed, cheeks and ears shifting colour. She coughed and stammered, "It…it's not like that. I, uh…"
"Big white cock be big white cock, I guess," Detective McKenna quipped, shoulders shaking from suppressed laughter.
Detective Mac decided she needed to add to the fire. "In the case of Mr. Reigner, it's the biggest cock period. Not just white or black or brown. Biggest cock, end of story."
The black women shared a hearty conversation, not noticing Aaron's dressed presence. And unfortunately the remaining three women did the same, too engrossed by the topic of his schlong. Although non-black, their conversation was just as horny and provoking.
"If my ex-husband had a thing like that between his legs, I never would have left." Detective Kasinsky sighed and cupped her cheek, seemingly dreaming. "As long as I had it, I'd go back home with the biggest smile."
Crystal nodded furiously in agreement. Aaron figured she was a widow but damn. Right now, she looked like the common Gotham whore.
"I would marry that cock if I could." Detective Bartlett was the individual voicing that confession, a surprise given her religious demeanour. Aaron thought she'd be above such things. Apparently not.
"I would too if I was twenty years younger," Dr. Thompkins admitted rambunctiously. "Ah. Youth. I pity and bless the woman who will deal with that bitch-breaker."
"Indeed," Detective Bartlett said. "I doubt it would fit me or you. Perhaps Kasinsky–"
"It would be my honour," the detective in question said, smiling broadly. She proceeded him to give Aaron fuck-me eyes. He refused to meet her lusty gaze. This did not want to make him fuck them. Their conversations, their words, it turned him on, yes, but it also tickled his moral compass and the sad reality of his blessings. It reinforced the stereotypes about women being obsessed with size and the cruelty of it. Was personality not enough? Was a big dick all that mattered?
'When can I go home?'
***
Five hours had passed since his examination. Due to the whims of the doctors and nurses, he was given his own room and an additional stay-day. There was nothing medically wrong with him. His erection was steely and strong, contrary to most big dicks which were floppy and headache-inducing, and he was healthy across the board. No matter which way the doctors and nurses looked, he was in pristine condition.
But the desire to look at his dick was too strong. The temptation to abuse their authority overwriting their rational side, all so they could see a big white cock.
There legitimately wasn't a reason to keep him at the West Mercy Hospital otherwise. It had to be his manhood. Even his testimony was sound. From what he gathered, the detectives still didn't know what Ivy and Harley wanted and why the former was unconscious during their escape. Aaron wasn't keen on telling them the truth either. Sex, Dionesium, it sounded larger than life. He wanted to maintain his ordinary life. Luckily, Aaron was an excellent actor and even the prying eyes of Joely Bartlett and the experienced Josie Mac couldn't see through him.
His lies went by smoothly in part because of their blatant ogling of his bulge. He was half-tempted to fuck the lot of them. Doctors, nurses, detectives. It would have been fun. All of them besides Tam were older than him. Aaron had a pretty wide taste so he didn't mind fucking MILFs. However, he wasn't too keen about the eventual clean-up. Eight women in one room? The walls would probably be dripping with his cum.
Besides sex, Aaron enjoyed unwinding on his bed. Watching movies and television and the occasional news. Sleeping in his hospital room was more or less the same thing; a fantastic way to pass time. The only unlucky bit was, once again, his cock.
Despite his mega cock, or perhaps due to it, he suffered from the great bane of men; the morning wood. The tent he pitched was literally a tent with how high up it went. He turned to his side in order to hide it but as he drifted in and out of sleep he would inevitably lay on his back.
He was sleeping when he heard footsteps outside. The quiet taps of a nurse's clogs. The loud click of high-heels. Aaron didn't think much of it until the entrance to his room opened wide. There was a pause.
"Thank you, dear, I'll see you later."
"Alright, mom. I have to get to work. He should be awake."
He recognized the voices immediately. The first was a woman of great power and wealth, someone whom he conversed with three days ago. Before his night with Vicki Vale.
'Tanya Fox.'
And the nurse that had directed her here was her daughter, Tam, seemingly swamped with work. Eyes closed, mind numb, he heard Tanya's high heels come closer.
'Fuck. It's just me and her. Or rather–'
"Oh!" He could hear the palm of her hand slap against her mouth. The air stilled. "O-oh…oh my…"
His giant fucking erection. His tent. Because of how sleepy he was, he wasn't able to turn in time. The thirteen and a half inch cock refused to die down as it stretched his bed sheet ludicrously, comically.
"Good god," Tanya heaved and did a prayer. "Lord, are you testing me? My faith? Because this…"
She shuddered out breaths. Tanya Fox, wife to Lucius Fox, a woman who had nearly everything in life including children and money, was thirsty for his dick. Her heels made echoing clicks as they approached him. Louder, louder, louder, till they stopped and he could hear her breathing shakily over him.
Aaron kept his eyes closed. She probably didn't even consider that he could be awake, too enraptured by his towering tent. In an act of intoxication arousal and thrill, she lifted the white sheet off, watching as every inch magically appeared. Tanya gasped. She started salivating.
Aaron could feel a breeze touch his bare, erect cock. Standing proud and tall. Godly. Virile. The front flap of his gown was already flipped over on his stomach. There was no hiding.
The bed creaked as she sat down on the edge of the bed, whimpering as she leaned forward and drew her nose close, huffing and puffing erotically, tickling his glans.
Her digits enveloped the grand crown of his cock. The magnificent, glorious end point, girthier than anything she had seen. A single hand wouldn't suffice. She used both, gripping the base with her right and the swollen head with her left. Her index and thumb refused to touch.
"It's so much bigger than Lucius's," Tanya commented. At the mention of her husband, she sighed. "Longer and harder and thicker. God, if only you were this blessed, Lucius. Maybe…just maybe I would have forgiven you."
'Forgiven him? For what?'
The bed suddenly lost its weight. Aaron opened his eyes slightly and saw she was stripping down. Her green jacket and red blouse were already removed, leaving her in a white floral patterned push-up bra.
Aaron thought about his next move. This MILF seemed ready to fuck him in his sleep. Creepy but whatever. It was hot.
'Fuck, maybe Ivy really did mess up my head.'
"Lord, please have mercy," Tanya muttered. She kept glancing at his erect cock, intimidating as it was, before unzipping her pencil skirt.
As soon as the black article of clothing dropped to the floor, she made her move. Tanya straddled him, cheeky white panties facing him, and swallowed his crown with her luscious bow-shaped lips.
Tanya gobbled up his long, hard cock as best she could. She tried going down, down, down, but her gag reflex hit her hard and she sputtered all over his schlong. Coughing, she wiped the drool off her chin.
"God." Tanya moaned and licked her lips. "Everything about this thing is amazing. It's a real challenge."
Tanya tried again. She gagged and gagged, to the point where Aaron wondered if something was wrong. She could barely get past his head and her tongue like a virgin's. No skill, no technique, only aggression and instinct. Lucius must have been the most vanilla guy ever because at this rate it was going to take an hour for him to climax.
'Lucius Fox really didn't teach his wife how to deepthroat a dick? Even Cass was better and she was a virgin when I met her.'
He didn't mind listening to the black MILF choking. As a matter of fact, he liked it. The sounds of struggle and the saliva running down his shaft, it was like music to his ears. But he also wanted progress and because of the situation in the examination room he felt horny.
"You look like you're having fun," Aaron said, announcing his presence. Tanya choked on his dick pretty badly and Aaron used the opportunity to grab her sides and drag her ass and pussy close to his face. He pulled her panties to the side and swiftly shoved two fingers inside her wet pussy, causing her to moan deliciously.
"Y-you're…ooh~! Awake! Aaron! Ah, ah! Reigner!"
Her white panties had been soaked. She must have loved choking on his dick. Aaron grinned and made his two fingers go in circles to explore her MILF cunt. She was quite loose, less reactive, but very warm. Aaron found himself licking her pussylips, drawing their outline to seek a stronger reaction to her.
"Oh! P-please, I'm–" Tanya cut herself off and howled. Completely drowned in pleasure, forgetting about his cock as his tongue did a much better job. Her back stretched and he could sense her incoming orgasm. He couldn't reach her clit in this position but his tongue and fingers reached deep. They were flexibly and teasing and they made her vision go white
"Oooh~! Aaaaron!"
Her fluids fell onto his lips which he lapped up like a professional. Her body trembled and she nearly fell over. Panting as if she had been fucked twice, she put a hand over her chest and recovered.
"You're…you're awake," Tanya whispered, afraid. She peered back at him over her shoulder, brown eyes searching for an answer. Aaron's blank stare gave her nothing.
"Mrs. Fox. I don't care who you are. Right now, my job is to fuck you till you forget all your problems." Aaron put his arms behind his head. "So suck my cock. I won't ask again."
Tanya sat still. Aaron's vision was mostly blocked by her fat ass. Thoughtless, he grabbed her left booty cheek and started groping.
"A nice fat ass. Your clothes hid it well. Can't wait to fuck it."
His words seem to trigger something in her, as Tanya immediately did as she was told. She was still terrible at it but something changed. Her throat swallowed an inch more, her tongue worked harder and teased his cum hole.
Her small hands gripped the base of his cum and pumped. She struggled, she failed and choked, but she was trying. His cock was massive. A colossal beast not intended for the ordinary woman.
Aaron slapped her ass and ordered, "Stop."
She did, dragging his cock out as if it was a long journey. She held her throat, coughing and spitting, and looked back to ask, "W-what?"
"Other side."
Tanya obeyed. Her rump heaved off his collarbone and she rotated around his cock, now facing the towering python. He spread his legs so she could sit comfortably. The fact that she was this obedient made him question a few things. He wondered why she came here in the first place but stopped caring when he remembered his job. He sat up straight, hugged her, and whispered in her ear, "How do you want this, ma'am? Doggy? Missionary? Maybe you want to fuck against the window? I'm down for anything."
Tanya bit her lip as he blew the hair close to her ear. Aaron knew exactly what to do and when to do it. Her ears felt sensitive as he lightly blew on it again. His cock bulged and throbbed and she could feel the phantom motions close to her breasts.
"M-missionary? Yes, please, fuck me like that."
The switch was immediate and passionate. Aaron nibbled on her ear and took his time sedating her. Kissing her lips, her neck, unclipping her bra and tracing the shape of her breasts. They were small, B-cups, the push-up bra having blessed her with the illusion of a larger cup size. Aaron didn't care. Actually, he saw this coming. In spite of her confidence and religious attitude, the married woman was insecure.
"Your husband not pay attention to you?" He pinched her nipples which were two shades darker than the rest of her body. Her areolas were unexpectedly large and matched a dollar coin.
"N-no," Tanya replied, meeting him for another kiss. The sparks and taste invigorated her. "Never. He never pays attention to me."
'What an easy woman,' Aaron thought, his right hand sliding over her panties. He pressed her slit through the fabric. A small taste of what was to come. "When's the last he fucked you?"
"Almost thirteen years. We have kids and he's so busy–" Her breath hitched as he slid his hands down her panties and inserted a finger. "He hasn't touched me in so long." Her words came out as a whimper. Aaron smirked and let his left hand run through her hair. It was wavy and difficult to comb with his fingers.
"What a waste. You're quite attractive, you know?" Aaron praised. "Are you sure you want me?"
"Yes," Tanya hushed. Her hands wrapped around his cock pathetically and wiped away the red lipstick she smeared on it. Aaron glanced down. The contrast between his warm ivory and her bronze was fascinating. Tanya seemed to notice it as well because her fingers started pumping faster and she licked her lips succulently. "Yes, yes. Your cock, I want it. I want it badly. Please."
"It would be my pleasure."
Tanya gasped as he flipped her over on her back. Her MILF body laid out on his bed, curvy in the way he expected a fifty-year old to be, pudgy in the stomach with a tuft of pubic hair. Panting in excitement, he aligned with her black cunt and he could sense she held no reservations about this. No second thoughts about cheating on her husband, the CEO of Wayne Tech.
"Please make me forget about it all, Aaron."
Her final request before he turned her into his personal whore for the next ten minutes. He nodded and allowed his girthy, engorged cock to penetrate her. Tanya let out a shrill which she immediately covered up. Several inches went by and she squirmed and struggled. Aaron blinked and smiled.
"How many kids do you have?" Aaron asked, tugging on her wrists to get her to hold his hands. Admittedly, doing missionary this way was closely intimate, intended for lovers. But that was precisely what Tanya wanted; to be treated as a lover and a whore. To get fucked by someone who truly desired her.
"T-three," Tanya gasped out. She wheezed sensually and repeated, "Three! Three~! THREE!"
'Three? I thought she had four kids? Hm…'
He shelfed her admission to an accessible part of his mind.
Before he knew it, he bottomed out. Thirteen and a half inches lodged in this married pussy. Tanya's chest was rising and falling rapidly, desperately trying to calm down from the hot meat inside her. It felt like he was reaching inside her stomach, beyond her womb, beyond the place where she gave birth. It sounded impossible in her head and in all likelihood it was. She was getting drunk off his cock and any movement on her end would probably set her off into a long-awaited orgasm.
Thirteen years in the making. Thirteen years of no penetrative orgasms. Thirteen and more inches of rock hard meat.
Aaron scanned her expression, reflected on her horny behaviour, and came to a conclusion. It was a long stretch, although nothing compared to how much he was stretching her walls. "Let me guess. Your husband cheated on you."
It was like a broken dam. Her fingers squeezed his hands almost painfully as she orgasmed. She stretched and popped out her breasts. The dark, teal-shaped mounds drew out the limits of their beauty and shape, and Aaron watched her cream underneath him. There was the moist sensation of her cunt but much to his surprise there was something else. A wet streak landing on his abdomen and falling down to drench the base of his cock.
"Yes, yes, yes! YES!" Tanya struggled for air as her body curled. "That son of a bitch cheated on me with some whore at Wayne Enterprises! Fuck! FUCK! FUCK HIM! F-fuck! Fuck...! Fuck....him..."
It took nearly five minutes for Tanya to recover. It was her first orgasm from a man in over a decade. She deserved it. Nevertheless, Aaron didn't expect her to squirt. Seeing her calm down, relax, and coil around his still unmoving cock, he thought it was a nice little gift. A pleasant experience for future reference.
"To cheat on a beautiful woman like you." Aaron clicked his tongue in disapproval. "Our CEO must be the biggest idiot in the world. Let me relieve you of all your burdens. Let me make you forget all about him and that bitch."
Aaron was playing a character. To be frank, he didn't give a shit about her marital issues. He was just here for good pussy. He did mentally apologize to his CEO in advance, however. He didn't mean to insult the man but it was for the sake of dirty talk.
'Although maybe he deserves it for cheating on her…nah, I shouldn't assume. Tanya could be toxic for all I know.'
He started slow. Achingly slow, barely three inches in ten seconds. Tanya gasped and moaned and begged him to go faster.
"Please! Please! Make me forget!"
Aaron responded by pulling back nearly five inches and slamming back inside. Tanya immediately hit another deep-seated orgasm. Clenching and repulsing around his girthy dick, breathing laboriously.
"Ooooooh! Oooh~! You're deep! Deeper than…than! Gooood! Help me, Lord! Looord~! It's amazing! So gooooood!"
This woman was married with three kids. Three grown ass kids, yet her MILF cunt still struggled to handle his cock. His white schlong slopping and stretching her out with every move. Fucking her like this, above a woman who should be considered untouchable to an employee like him, was delicious.
"Ah! Ah! I'm cumming again! Ooooooh!"
Even her wildest expectations could not meet Aaron's performance. He was up and beyond anything she had ever imagined.
Aaron was worried that the people outside would hear. But thinking it through, it made no sense for them not to hear. This MILF was screaming and gasping. Either they left them alone on purpose or were listening in. The latter thought made him go harder and faster until she was nothing more than a starfish taking his dick.
"Here! Take it!"
Aaron didn't bother to warn her, consequences be damned. She was a smart woman, she'd be able to figure out a solution later. Right now, he was going to creampie the fuck out of her.
His heavy balls contracted as he released rope after rope of semen. As she gasped and moaned, he pumped more and more, getting the full load inside. Spurt, spurt, spurt, he came into Tanya, shooting out a little more of his seed with each spasmodic thrust. Tanya felt so full. So much cock, countless inches of it, twitching, spasming; so much cum, the slight pudge in her stomach a little larger.
Simply absorbing his creampie was too much. By the time he was done, Tanya lay on the bed exhausted and absolutely finished. Eyes lidded, mouth dropped open, and legs spread wide.
Aaron pulled out and slapped his cock on her stomach a few times. "That was easy," he told himself. Tanya was a normal middle-aged woman, regardless of her wealth. She couldn't take dick like Cassandra or Harley Quinn could.
Unfortunately, Aaron couldn't revel in his accomplishment for long. He heard footsteps outside. They were approaching the door, light and familiar enough for him to identify.
'Tam. Tamara Fox. Oh fuck.'
What would Tamara Fox say to him fucking her mother? He wasn't in a porno, she wouldn't let it slide just because he had a massive dick, especially because from what he could tell she had a solid relationship with her father. In a moment of quick thinking and instincts, he covered Tanya with the bed covering and leapt off the bed. When the door opened, he stood there while putting on his gown, pretending he was changing.
"O-oh."
His plan worked. Tam completely ignored the lump in his bed and focused on him and his naked schlong. He flexed and his cock shot right up against abdomen, slapping it hard enough to create an echo. There was silence. His veiny erection settled in place and jutted out in front of him.
"W-wow." The nurse exhaled, not quite understanding what had happened. A gigantic, steely erection just like that? It was normal for patients to spring out boners but this...this was of a different magnitude. An unpreceded size and shape. An inconceivable root of power. This patient was in a class of his own. "I'm, hah, very sorry, sir," Tam said, rubbing the front of her afro nervously. She looked back to make sure the door was closed and approached him. Her eyes were tainted in green and thirst.
'Like mother, like daughter,' Aaron thought to himself.
"Something wrong?" he asked unassumingly. "You seem nervous."
Tam blinked and the gears started turning in her head. A smile creeped up her face and she slowly approached, "Well, big boy, I could use some help."
Aaron faced her. At this point, every bit of the woman's concentration was on his naked body. From his lean muscles, down to the delightful lines leading to crotch. Her stomach bumped into his tip and she tilted her head to the side invitingly.
"What do you need help with?" Aaron asked, pretending to be oblivious. He discreetly put his hospital gown on the counter behind. His erection protruded from him, bobbing at the tiniest movement, tempting her. Tam's gaze flickered.
"A nice helping of your dick would be nice."
And she pounced.
Tamara Fox had been anticipating his cock for a very long time now. Ever since she saw him in the examination room, there was a craving in her womb. She wanted him and she wanted him badly.
Their lips smashed and their bodies collided. White against black. Hot cock pressed to her stomach.
He tore her dreadfully distasteful nurse outfit and immediately jumped to fucking. Tam eagerly put her hands against the wall, big black booty tempting him, and Aaron wasted no time in shoving his cock inside.
Tam nearly lost all feeling in her legs when he did. The ever observant Aaron was quick in leaning on her back and wrapping his arms around her breasts, holding her up. His mouth near her ear, he whispered, "Trust me, you are not ready for this."
He returned to his full height, posture straight and cock firmly inside. Aaron slapped her ass two times before groping them, feeling how bouncy they were, and began thrusting.
Whatever theories or guesses she had about his cock were wrong. Completely blown away. He was bigger, thicker, and faster than she imagined. Better than any partner she had in the past.
"I knew it!" Tam's declaration was close to a shriek, high-pitched and ear-splitting. "White cocks are so much better! Fuck! All hail white cocks! Fuck, fuck, fuckkkkkk!"
He clapped her cheeks like he was a speedster. In about twenty seconds, she squirted. Pissing all over the floor like she just didn't care. Aaron stopped to witness the dirty spectacle and tutted.
'Like mother, like daughter,' Aaron repeated. She panted heavily, like she had escaped hours of raw fucking, before the big white cock started moving again.
There were two key differences between mother and daughter. First, Tam was much, much louder. Whereas Tanya at least attempted to be quiet, Tam didn't. She gave no qualms as she cried her heart out.
"Fuccckkkkk! You're better than I thought you'd be! Oh god! You're fucking my womb! Fuck! Your fat fucking cock is much better than my ex's! Fuck, your big white cock is much better than any black dicklet! Fuckkkk!"
'I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that...'
The second big difference was their skin tone. Tam was two shades light, a caramel to her mother's bronze. Still, black pussy was black pussy and Aaron fucked it like any other; by gabbing a handful of their bouncing booties and screwing them doggy-style. Their body types were identical; modest breasts, wide hips, and a really fat ass. The waves and ripples he created as his pelvis slammed into her over and over again were for his enjoyment. A personal sight that would forever be seared into his memories.
She climaxed dozens of times. Unlike her mother, the power of youth was on her side and she could keep going.
Tam also had a bit of experience to her. While her mother had only slept with her father, Tam was proactive and had racked up a few bodies. Her cunt was much, much tighter than her mother's (no children did a pussy wonders) but it wasn't a virgin's, he could tell that much. Perhaps she lost it during college or medical school. Plenty of women lost it in that period. The mention of an ex was indicative of that.
She threw her ass back with rhythm and technique. Matching him as best she could. Tam was no Cassandra or even Vicki, but at least she was better than Harley who had no sense of timing at all.
"Not that they matter anymore, right, Tamara Fox?"
With his backshots, Tam was at a loss for words. She was folding in mind, body and spirit.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Tam moaned and screamed. She didn't even know what he was talking about. The nurse merely needed an outlet for the swarm of pleasure she was experiencing. Legs shaking, guts rearranged, cunt dripping with juicy fluids. "Yessssss!"
Aaron came in her. There was no verbal warning, only the powerful pulsating sensation of his phallus inside her. Tam sensed it was coming by the time she felt something warm fill her up.
"Inside! Inside! Cum inside! Breed me! Breed with me your white cum!"
And she was very eager to take it. Aaron's balls smacked against her ass as he reached her deepest regions and creampied her. His cum was quick to squeeze out from her pussy, his blasts of spunk unable to be contained.
Aaron drew out, causing her to gasp, and spent the last strings on her backside. Her complexion smeared by white, her black cunt absolutely stuffed and drowning in his seed, it was total domination.
Tam managed to have enough strength to keep herself in this position. Aaron studied her, satisfied, and spun towards the bed. His keen eyes checked if Tanya was awake underneath the covering.
'She's not. Good.'
He turned back around and saw Tam on the floor, leaning on the walls. Legs spread, a creamy white river endlessly escaping, her expression ruddy and glowing. Tam looked like she had gotten fucked seven times in a row.
Tam tiredly glanced up but her eyes suddenly went wide. "H-how…how is that…"
Aaron raised a brow, then followed her gaze. 'Ah,' he realized, smiling. He was still erect. Thirteen inches still strong and hard, balls continuing to churn out cum, and muscles hearty as could be. His ivory body was gleaming in sweat but it was nothing compared to Tam. Exhaustion seeped through every vein in her body, whereas Aaron was barely winded.
"You think this will be enough?" Aaron taunted. Tam whimpered, finally understanding her predicament. The thing between his legs, the slab of meat protruding, wasn't merely for show.
It was the very definition of a big white cock. He went on his knees and nudged his cock into her mouth. Wet with his cum, smelly, and raring to go, Tam instinctively opened her mouth. "Clean it."
Suffice to say, by the time he was done, Aaron reigned over Tamara Fox's black pussy in every way, shape, and form.