"As you can see from the graph on the left, Mr. Penfield," Dr. Taylor said. "If the decline in annual births continues at its present rate, then in another generation, the taxes from the working population will not be able to support the health and welfare system for the over sixty-five age bracket... Are you listening to me, Mr. Penfield, or are you staring at my breasts again?"
They were perfect, not too big, not too small and wonderfully round. Oh oh! Had she just asked him a question? Sam Penfield replayed the last few seconds in his mind.
"Absolutely not!" he blustered. "Ms. Taylor-"
"Dr. Taylor," she said firmly.
"Dr. Taylor," Sam continued unfazed. "I am here in a professional capacity on behalf the Economics Minister! I was er..." His eyes shifted focus. "I was examining that chart on death rates in senior citizens."
"That interests you more than my breasts, does it, Mr. Penfield?"
Hell no. But Sam needed his job badly. If it were to get back to the Minister that he'd been leering at the pretty young doctor when he should have been evaluating her concerns, he'd be in deep trouble. A shame really, the good Doctor was a fine lady. But she wasn't worth his job, not for a cheap thrill.
"I am a professional, Doctor Taylor; there is a time and place for everything. Here and now, I'm all business." Sam smoothed back his graying black hair and straightened his tie.
"I'm sure."
"Now, since the declining birth rate is such a problem, you must have a suggestion as to how to lift it."
"Well, there are a variety of methods that have been employed in Asia, where countries from the former Soviet Block have-"
"Please, Ms. Taylor, your best suggestion only."
"Dr. Taylor," she corrected.
"Dr. Taylor. Just your preferred method if you will."
"Sex."
"Sex? That's it? How do you propose to- Oh my!"
The Doctor wrapped his tie around her fist and jerked him forward. "Yes! Sex! Knocking boots, bumping uglies, nookie, the nasty, boffing, bonking, fucking like rabbits! What part of that is confusing to you, you pencil-pushing bureaucrat?" She looked down to his crotch where a tent had erected itself twenty minutes earlier. "You at least seem to have an understanding of the practical side. You know, I'm very well versed in theories regarding inflation, Mr. Penfield."
"Ms. Taylor! This is-"
"Doctor! Dr. Taylor! I have a PhD, Mr. Penfield."
"Dr. Taylor, this outburst is entirely uncalled for. I merely wanted to ask how you intend to promote more sexual activity in the general population."
She released his tie, and Sam slumped back into his chair, heart pounding. He took a deep breath and smoothed down his tie, watching her ass as it swayed its way back to the whiteboard. The Doctor turned and he raised his eyes to hers, just a fraction too slow.
"Well, Mr. Penfield, I seem to be promoting quite a bit of sexual activity in you, or at least a desire for it." She tucked her blond curls back behind her ears and stared down at him. "Perhaps you could tell me how I've had such success with that. Hmmm?"
"Oh, well I uh, you umm..."
Dr. Taylor rubbed one leg against her other, sliding the silk of her stockings together between her calves.
"What's the matter Mr. Penfield?" Her little pink tongue coasted across her lips, leaving them glistening. "Lost for words? How about we run some experiments?" She opened her business jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. Beneath, a lacy, pale pink bra cupped her breasts. Sam's cock twitched in his trousers.
"Doctor I uh..." he trailed off as the Doctor stepped forward. She leant over and rubbed his cock through his pants, and Sam twitched in his seat.
"Ah, a positive result in the subject," she declared. "Let's run another experiment shall we?" She turned her back on him and bent over, pouting her ass out.
Sam yearned to reach out and grab her, pull her down into his lap and ravage her beautiful body. But if it ever came out, it would be the end of his job. Dr. Taylor inched her skirt up, past the intricate patterned tops of her thigh highs. Sam groaned as her delicate pink panties came into view. They were tight enough that he could see the outline of her plump pussy lips.
She waggled her ass in his face. "How about it, Mr. Penfield?" she taunted. "Would you like to fuck my ass?"
Sam swallowed. "Your ass?" Maybe it was worth his job after all.
"My ass. Purely in the interests of the economy of course, I know you're a professional."
"Well, if it's for the economy," he said with a small voice.
He reached up, looped his index fingers beneath her panties and pulled them down around her thighs. Bent over as she was the tiny pink star of her asshole was visible between her cheeks. Below that her pussy glistened, the lips parted slightly. Dr. Taylor looked back at him over her shoulder.
"Get your cock out then. You're going to need some lube." She straightened up and retrieved her purse while Sam undid his pants in record time. The Doctor tossed a little bottle of hand cream at his feet. "Lube it up, pencil-pusher."
Sam slathered the cool liquid down his cock as she sashayed back. She presented her butt to him. He started to stand, but she reached back and pushed him down.
"Uh, uh. This is my experiment; it's my ass after all. You stay right there. Now, lube me up."
"Yes, Ma'am," Sam said, placing one hand on her ass and parting her cheeks.
"That's Dr. Taylor to you, Mr. Penfield."
"Yes, Dr. Taylor." Sam's finger, coated with moisturizer, pressed against her asshole. She groaned. He pushed insistently, and the thick ring of muscle opened. His digit sunk in, past one knuckle, two, until it could go no further. Her sphincter pulsed and gripped around the obstruction, and Sam slid it out. He dripped a fresh coating of cream onto his finger and pressed it back into the tight grip of her asshole.
"Alright, that's enough, Mr. Penfield. This is of limited scientific value. I think we need to proceed to the next stage of this experiment."
"Absolutely, Dr. Taylor. Not that I doubt the validity of your experiment, but if we're trying to raise the birth rate, how is this going to help?"
"As an assistant to the Minister, it's not your place to question my methods Mr. Penfield," Dr. Taylor said, squatting down into his lap, with her hands on his knees to steady herself. Sam's cock was straining up towards its target as she lowered her ass.
"No, of course not, Dr. Taylor. My apologies."
"But since you asked so nicely, I'll tell you." She halted her descent just and inch above his cock head. "By my calculations, the boost to your libido from such supposedly deviant behavior will result in an increase of your sexual activity by a factor of one point three four."
"You can calculate that?"
"I'm very good at math."
The Doctor's asshole descended onto Sam's cock. Pressure built until Sam thought his member was going to buckle under the stress, but instead her ass opened, and the head of his cock popped inside. The ring of muscle gripped his cock just below the head, twitching and grasping around his shaft. When the spasms subsided, she resumed her descent.
To Sam, it seemed to take forever. Her impossibly tight asshole crept down his length, squeezing every inch of his cock. Finally, Dr. Taylor sat in Sam's lap with his entire length buried in her ass. Exquisite heat and pressure surrounded his cock completely.
"When the economy takes an upswing, do you think the government will credit me for my techniques, Mr. Penfield?" she asked.
"If you continue to make such a generous contribution, Doctor," Sam breathed. He groaned as she lifted up, and his cock drew out until just the head remained inside her ass.
"So, the government is more concerned with quantity than quality?" Dr. Taylor asked, lowering herself again.
"I think they're concerned with both," Sam said, reaching around to slip his hands beneath her bra. His fingers molded her flesh. He rolled her nipples beneath his thumbs and the Doctor moaned. She reached between her thighs, and slipped two fingers into her pussy. As they wriggled inside her, their movement shifted against Sam's cock.
Dr. Taylor bounced up and down in his lap while frantically fingering herself. With each bounce, Sam was brought right to the brink, then she'd reverse direction and, for a fraction of a second, the feeling would pass. Slapping, slurping, slick noises came from the Doctor's sex as she stuffed herself with her fingers.
With a squeak, she thudded down onto Sam's lap. She shuddered, her asshole clamping down around the base of his cock. Her sphincter twitched and fluttered and with a gasp, Sam came. He crushed the Doctor against himself and nuzzled his face into the warm flesh of her neck as his come pulsed out into her ass.
"So," Dr. Taylor said between pants, "can I expect the Minister to take my work seriously?" She wiggled her ass in his lap, sending shocks down his tender cock.
"After the persuasive arguments you've put forth here, I have no doubt he'll be very interested in your, uh, studies Dr. Taylor."
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