Understanding Hentai Logic Through Questionable Psychology 23 (Patreon)

It'd been a whirl, that morning. She arrived at the office, so to speak, locked the door behind herself, and then immediately turned on you, her hands undoing the buttons keeping her skirt together. Within two steps, she was reduced to only her panties, shirt and jacket, and a single step later, her jacket joined her skirt on the floor. Her shirt was there a few moments later, and only then did you feel her hand pushing you back, forcing you to land on the couch that was in the reception for when somebody needed to wait for you to see them.

And then she was on you, straddling your legs, almost sitting on your thighs, kissing you fiercely, for a good ten minutes, until the two of you finally parted and she dropped a bomb...

"I broke up with my boyfriend," she said, simply and openly, and then she had continued making out with you.

Yukiko tasted unexpectedly sweet.

"It couldn't last the way it was going," she said, finally.

"You're making me feel bad now," you joked, but before she could respond you captured her lips again, tongues dancing with each other, your hand on her asscheek.

"You should, it's your fault," she said, "if it hadn't been for you... dammit, Doctor, before you - before you I was a normal woman..!"

Your hand caressed her almost naked ass, only a tiny red thong that seemed to make her look even sexier, cut high, showing off her thighs and ass... meant to show off, meant to capture your attention. She had come prepared. This was premeditated. 

Her hair was a mess, but a gorgeous one, and you couldn't help but run your hands through it. You remembered it being less glossy, less voluminous, you remembered her being frustrated and angry and short tempered in the early days... 

And even... "How's college?" you asked.

"You're seriously trying to break the mood now?" she asked, laughing, it sounded a little bitter. "Ever since I started- ever since you started giving me... counselling," she said, "it's been better, it's been... it's been even downright easy. I remember more, I read faster, commit things to memory the first time, I'm always energetic and ready to face the day, even my friends are struggling to keep up with me, the ones who always had better grades than I did, I'm rapidly climbing ahead of the pack, and it's, it's all because of you," she said. "You did this..! You made me into this, a woman, a woman that can't live without your cock anymore!"

You whistled. "Damn, I didn't expect this from you, Yukiko," you said, caressing her body, her hands grasping onto your shoulders and neck. Even her body had grown a little, developed further. She had already passed puberty, blossomed into a woman, but not grown to her full potential.

Yukiko grunted, and then immediately moved off of you, getting down on her knees before you. Feeling strangely smug, you rested your hands on top of the backrest of the couch and spread your legs, giving her easier access. She undid the buttons, unzipped the fly, and then with your aid, pulled your pants down to your ankles, before removing them completely, alongside your underwear, shoes and socks, leaving you wholly naked from the waist down.

Not new for you to be like this at the office, but you had to admit, this was the first time you were going to have sex at the reception desk area.

Her eyes were a bit frantic as she looked at your cock, almost salivating.

"Why now?" you asked. "I never intended to break you and that boy up," you said. At the moment, you couldn't even remember his name, but it was a bit of a concern for you. "I thought what we were doing was helping."

"It was," Yukiko said, shaking her head. "I- I realized that wasn't what I wanted. I didn't want a relationship with... with someone who- well, I didn't want a relationship like that," she said, finally. "I want a relationship where I feel truly desired, not a relationship where my boyfriend can only get it up when watching someone else fuck me!" she finally spoke, pouring a lot of frustation out. "I want a man that desires me!"

You winced. Well, you couldn't blame her. It was healthy, if nothing else, to break off a relationship where the two partners didn't see eye to eye on what they wanted it to be. You still felt a little guilty that it was technically your fault, but you also rationalized it with the fact that Yukiko was better off now, for certain, and besides... they'd probably have either broken it off or she'd have lived a life of miserable abstinence in the same way as the milf squad.

You reached down and patted her head. "Okay. I'll take care of you then," you said, simply and honestly.

"Y-Yeah," Yukiko said, closing her eyes and leaning into your touch. Her hands caressed your thighs and then reached your crotch, one cupping your balls, the other going for the base of your cock. "I-- I don't need to be, your wife or anything like that," she said. "I kinda don't want to, I want- I just want... I just want to come home and, and feel like I'm wanted there," she said. "Can you promise me that?"

You looked down at her. "Yukiko," you said, erasing all trace of mirth or amusement from your voice, trying to project your feelings into your voice. She shuddered, the vibrations transmitting to your junk, giving you more pleasure than expected, her fingers twitching lightly.

"Y-Yes?" she stammered, face red as a tomato, especially highlighted by her ever perfect dark hair, falling like a curtain behind her, framing her face in the perfect way... "D-Doctor, what-"

Your hand grabbed her head and urged her forward. Words... words were only worth so much. No, it was action that mattered, action that would make her understand. You were gentle, but insistent. You pulled lightly, but consistently. You guided her, with a firm and gentle hand, softly gripping her and leading her to the correct conclusion.

Yukiko understood.

She was a bright girl. You knew from the moment you hired her. Intelligent, responsible, efficient. Beautiful. A bit acidic, at first, but you wouldn't hold it against her at all. 

At the end of the day... this might have been an inescapable outcome for the start. You were here to help people. And she wanted, nay, needed your help, right then and there. She pleaded with you for it. She wanted your support, and you were perfectly willing to give it to her. She wanted a partner that she considered worthy of her.

Her lips kissed the tip of your cock first, but then her mouth opened, and she took you in.

Her blowjob was sublime. 

Her tongue work was masterful, and even more so, it was beyond anything she had ever done before. She'd enjoyed the act, delighted in it before, but something was different now. Something had changed, between the two of you. A restraint that had always been there before was gone. She had never commited truly and fully, she'd always had that one niggling thought in the back of her head. Always hesitant to take that final step.

But now, now as her tongue lavished attention on your glans, before she took you in deeper and began to stroke and caress your shaft with her slippery tongue, that was gone.

She was now wholly and totally dedicated, no longer someone else's woman, doing something to pleasure a man, but instead, she was now truly your partner, making you want to enjoy it just as much as she was enjoying herself, and no longer allowing her pleasure to be constrained.

Yukiko's lewd moan filled the room and you slipped down the back of her throat, the vibrations resonating all the way up through your body and into your very brain. She almost looked like a dainty but lewd princess, legs spread, one hand at the base of your cock holding it in place, the other stuck inside her panties, schlicking sounds coming from where she furiously slipped her fingers inside herself...

Yeah, every part of this was just great.

Groaning, you petted Yukiko's head, rewarding her for the job well done as she took you down to the base, the sheer pleasure coursing through your body forcing your face to tighten, your eyes screwing shut... you hadn't come at all today, taking care of the morning load had become Yukiko's responsibility, but you could feel it building up.

She pulled back, and her eyes opened, and focused on yours. Had they always been that lovely shade? You didn't know what it was called. Hazel? Golden brown? Whatever it was, they were full of desire and happiness... even as she let your cock go.

Yukiko swallowed and moved forward a little, and with a little pull, made you scoot over a little so she had better access to your crotch for something important.

Her breasts had always been something of an impressive sight. Nice, big handfuls, you didn't really know her size, having initially guessed at DDs, but it didn't matter. They were big enough for what she was going to do, and that was grabbing each of her breasts with one hand, spreading open the valley of her cleavage, and then devour your cock with that magnificent pair of tits.

The heat and crushing pressure was overwhelmingly potent, you'd never thought that something like this would not only feel good, but would feel THIS good..! The heat and pressure was immensely different from a vagina, the friction was nothing like it, even with your spit slick cock, even as Yukiko drooled even more into the breast prison she had made for your cock, it was still incredible, the strong friction causing even more heat, and even more pleasure, as she began to move.

Her chest moved up, and then it moved down, and every motion felt like she was ripping your brain apart with waves of tremendous pleasure.

"I never did this for him," she panted, "I never could," she said, "he was, he wasn't big enough," she moaned, "but I can do it for you, Doctor... aren't we compatible?" she asked, looking up at you, eyes tearing up a little, both from the effort of the deepthroat, as well as her overflowing emotion. "Enjoy- enjoy my titjob," she said, "enjoy it fully," she moaned, "ngh, this- this feels strange, your cock's so stiff and hot," she moaned.

You groaned. "It's amazing," you moaned out loud, your hands almost digging through the couch's surface into the foam below, teeth gritting, "don't stop, do it more, do it even harder..!"

She mewled an affirmative response, and began to stroke your cock even faster, pressing her breasts together with her arms even harder. She stopped only for a moment, only long enough to stop holding her breasts with her hands, which gave you a momentary respite, an instant to breathe, and then she used her arms, almost as if hugging her own chest, to apply even more pressure.

Before you could even get used to that, she began to bounce her chest, harder, faster and more effectively than before. Yukiko learned fast, and she learned well, and she was about to get herself a prize for that diligence!

"Ngh, Yukiko - fuck, I'm cumming! The thickest load of the day, and it's all for you, don't spill it!"

She moaned, and then went as hard as she could down, your cock poking out as she stroked you as deep as you could, almost comically, just high enough for her to lean down and wrap her lips around the tip of your cock, sealing them swiftly, her tongue having just enough dexterity to tease the slit at the tip of your glans.

"Gahh, take it!" you roared, your hands going to her head and holding her in place, bunching up her hair as you exploded inside her mouth, the sound of swallowing and of her throat being overworked immediately assaulting your ears with even more sexiness, intensifying and enhancing your orgasm even more!

Your balls felt like they were working overtime, it even hurt a little, your entire body wanted to reward Yukiko with the biggest and heaviest load of dick cream you could possibly produce, feeding as much to her as possible, load after load after load, for what felt like an eternity, each one of them accompanied by a brainshattering wave of pleasure coursing through your body, firing up every nerve and then leaving you twitching in a sea of lewdness.

Until finally, you were done, and as you had ordered, Yukiko hadn't spilled any, not a single drop. She even opened her mouth, to show you that nothing remained, she'd drank down every last drop of the biggest and thickest load of the day.

You grinned as she pulled back, and noticed that the ground under her had become a lake. Who knows how many times Yukiko had orgasmed while sucking you off... it seemed like she'd had even more fun than you had!

Breathing heavily, panting and very thoroughly satisified, the two of you settled for a few moments of peace, before Yukiko finally spoke.

"So... what... what are we?" she asked. "Lovers?"

You hummed. "I guess," you said. "But... what prompted all of this?" you asked, finally.

A small smile grew in Yukiko's face. She stood up, then.

"I'm pregnant, Doctor," she said.

There was no discussion to be had about the fact that it was yours, both of you knew it couldn't be any other way.

Well then.

"Well then," you hummed, "I guess I'll have to start expanding the business," you said, nodding to yourself.

Yukiko smiled softly, and her hand reached for your cock, and once more straddled your crotch, moving her red thong to the side, and kissing your cock with a different pair of lips this time.

Luckily, the first visit of the day wasn't scheduled until two hours after opening time, because you usually needed that time to prepare the stock of milk bottles, so to speak, for the day. You'd make the most of those two hours with Yukiko for sure.