"Doctor… how nice of you to finally join me."

The way she says that word - Doctor - it sounds like she's purring, despite her not being a Feline at all. In fact, every word that leaves her lips is dripping. But with what? Something metaphorical, like honey? Or perhaps something more on the nose, like barely-restrained lust. She couldn't - and wouldn't - keep reservations hidden from you. She wanted you to fuck the living daylights out of her. And that's exactly what you were going to do. That's why you're here.

Here you were now, paying a visit to operator Beanstalk's dorm room. Typically, she shared this room with someone, but you honestly couldn't remember whom. Not like it mattered. The only thing that Beanstalk's text message told you is that her roommate would be spending Christmas Eve with someone else. That left the poor Reproba all by herself for the entire evening, unless you were to change that.

And oh, how you wanted to change that.

The dorm room was very liberally decorated. Operators of Beanstalk's caliber were at liberty to decorate as they pleased, within certain restrictions. But the room was comfy and welcoming, to say first and foremost.

Pear-colored curtains were drawn open to reveal the shimmering skyline just beyond the window pane. Rhodes Island, the landship, roved on through the land. Beneath the window was a long lime green couch, upon which Beanstalk was lounging coolly, looking at you expectantly. Beneath that, covering most of the floor, was a fuzzy carpet. You would do well to remove your shoes before stepping in further.

Beanstalk was staring. Undressing you with her leering gaze.

This was the north side of the room.

On the east side of the room was the Christmas tree, sparsely decorated with ornaments and presents and… ribbons. Almost like the ones that decorated Beanstalk right now, except the ribbons that clung loosely to her body were meant to be taken off right now.

The west side of the room had a partition dividing the space, leading into a kitchenette and a minibar of sorts. Here was a fridge, a stove, and shelves full of various drinks and tonics. To the southeast, and beside the entrance: another divide; an entryway to the bedroom, or as Beanstalk liked to call it, the Breeding Room.

She enjoys watching you now like this. She likes watching the gears turn in your head, as you look at her, as you make your internal deductions and calculations, one after another after another. She adjusts herself, uncrossing and recrossing her legs, giving you a gorgeous peek at her panties underneath her skirt when she performs the purposeful gesture. Cherry red underwear, like her full-face blush.

"You've had a long day, Doctor. Relax with me! Do you want a drink?" She doesn't even wait for you to say yes. She's already standing up and making her way to the minibar, where she grabs two wine glasses and places them carefully on the counter. Her eyes stay locked with yours; her smile is disarming, and in the brief lull, you go back to assessing her choice of attire.

Beanstalk wore a lime and strawberry-colored headband, nestled in her hair beneath the wide ears perched upon her scalp. Her light brown hair was combed and styled; she'd given herself an over-the-shoulder ponytail this holiday season, and was keen on keeping it on account of all the compliments and looks she'd gotten. She wore a few bows along her braided ponytail, vermilion and basil-colored silk. She'd brushed her hair before you walked in. Normally she wouldn't pay so much attention to her bangs and her curls, but she really wanted to impress you. So far, it was certainly working.

Beanstalk wore a white collar around her neck: a cute and frilly thing, not a hard choker by any means (although she certainly would wear one for you if you asked), and there was a tiny bell dangling at the forefront of the accessory that chimed and jingled now and then. Wrapped snugly around her torso was a green tank top, and over that was a very loose-fitting sweater, cream-colored and loose enough to dangle weakly from her thin frame. Her bare shoulders were in plain view, exposed to the elements…

Her big bushy tail poked out from a flap in her matching green skirt. It swayed back and forth behind her, with a tantalizing slowness. Hypnotically; you couldn't look away from her bushy tail as it went back and forth, back and forth… and then she poured a blood-red liquid from the bottle in her hand - a hand much smaller than yours - filling the wine glasses on the counter in front of her. As she pours the two of you some sweet drinks, you get lost in her gaze. She hasn't taken her eyes off of you for a second.

"I hope you don't mind sweet wine. I can't stand the dry stuff myself…" Her eyes are suddenly too heavy to stay open fully - they're half-closed as she looks at you, her lazy smile inviting disaster to happen tonight. You didn't have anything on the agenda. The only thing you were doing tonight was Beanstalk - this woman who, for all intents and purposes, was your employee. Were you not technically her boss? You didn't care. And she definitely didn't care.

"I see you like the outfit," she whispered, huskily. "That's good. I wore it for you. But maybe it looks better on the floor than it does on my body… hmm, Doctor? Why do you have such a hungry look in your eyes?"

Before you know it, you're holding a wine glass, and you're clinking it against her own. Her smile doubles in size; she's utterly elated to be sharing this moment with you. It's as if you're all she wanted for Christmas this year, and she's been a very good girl. She got her wish.

"Hey, Doctor," Beanstalk tells you, "Merry Christmas. Enjoy."

So you drink.

You don't quite remember when it happened, but one drink turned into two. Two turned into three, and into four. It's not long before you place a now-emptied wine glass onto the counter, and the room twirls gently in response. Your tongue feels like lead in your mouth - an ailment that has Beanstalk giggling with amusement.

"Can't hold your wine, Doctor? Come here, take a seat…"

You don't protest as she leads you back to the couch, and gives you a gentle nudge. The cushions sink under your weight, and you're slightly dazed as you sit down and look up at Beanstalk. The two of you had indulged in both wine and idle chatter for long enough. Now it was time for you two to indulge in each other's bodies.

Beanstalk says nothing as she gently falls to her knees, and you graciously help her with getting your pants unzipped, and pulled down around your ankles. Your cock springs free, and like a fat soldier standing at attention, it's perking straight up, tall and domineering with its presence. You take pride in the way that Beanstalk stares at it - the way she licks her lips with anticipation; the lips on her face were as wet as the ones between her thighs.

"Holy fuck," she whispers. She's in awe, that much is plain to see. Your cock is pointing straight at her, like it's holding her at gunpoint. If you were more sober, you might say this little guy was your favorite operator, or something witty like that. But the wine's sweet embrace made you heady, just like Beanstalk's perfume; her sweet-smelling aroma. Everything about this woman was hypnotizing to you. She could whisk you away from here, if you would let her. But you were going to take her instead - here, all night long.

"Doctor, are you seeing anyone right now?" She giggled after the question left her lips. It was a bit too late to be asking something like that, you thought, and she must have thought the same if she had found the inquiry so funny. Then, before you can utter a response of any kidnap, she leans in closely, still on her knees, and she begins pumping your cock back and forth in her soft hand. Jerking you off, getting you started.

"I want to be the Doctor's personal slut," she purred, and your cock twitched with excitement. "Doctor~"

Beanstalk pushed herself even closer to you, and she planted a sweet and delicate kiss on the tip of your dick, loving its warmth against her moist lips, and relishing its musky scent. While she peppers your cock with adoring smooches, she continues to jerk you off, moving her hand up and down, back and forth along your manhood, gliding her soft palm with a rhythmic precision that makes you twitch and throb underneath her ministrations.

"Doctor likes this, I see I see~" She giggles drunkenly while she plays with you, and she doesn't stop kissing your throbbing dick while you sit there on her couch, taking in the sights and sounds of a wondrous holiday. A cute girl between your spread thighs; you felt nice and powerful with Beanstalk pleasuring you like this, and you were just getting started.

With a throaty groan, you watch as Beanstalk puts her other hand to good use, cupping your heavy balls and ever-so-gently massaging them beneath her careful digits. "You feel full, Doctor," Beanstalk teased, "I hope you gush out lots for me, ehehe~"

You planned on giving the slutty operator loads and loads, alright. Before you could tell her as much, however, you involuntarily groan as Beanstalk suddenly engulfs your cock into her receptive mouth, moaning around your dick as she takes you all the way down to the base. Did this girl not have a gag reflex?!

She winks at you with your dick completely buried in her throat, making a show of impressing you with her moist and cavernous maw. She was hungry, that much was obvious, and the poor beastling needed to be fed. Let's hope you have enough milk to satiate her.

Reaching out, you put your hand on Beanstalk's head, and you start guiding her up and down on your cock, making her throat you with careful guidance. She moans and leans up into your touch, nuzzling you while she gives you an expert blowjob, her tongue curling and rubbing up against your glans while you pat her pretty little head. Your fingers raked through her light brown hair; you gently scratched her behind her ears while she bobbed her head, both your hands caressing her and… well, you can't resist the urge to play with her massive ears a little.

She welcomes this wholeheartedly, bumping her cute head against your hands, nonverbally urging you to keep petting her; to keep playing with her ears. You happily continue, scritch-scratching the massive satellites on her head, feeling their fuzziness and rigidity beneath your fingertips. Somehow, this is just as soothing for you as it is for her, and she groans lustfully with her mouth full, while you continue to toy with her in this fashion.

All the while, you find yourself thrusting reflexively, moaning as you push your cock in and out of her mouth. You watch your manhood vanish down her throat with every pump; the wet sound that happens whenever your balls meet her chin is one you feel you could listen to forever. She still doesn't gag despite your size, but she does slurp and suck with an almost righteous fervor; she's on her knees and worshiping you, and she's oh-so good at worship.

"Haaahhhhh…~"

She pushes up and off your cock, spilling drool all over your crotch, soaking your private parts with her saliva. She's panting heavily, and smiling up at you, expectantly.

"Fuck," she curses, and whimpers, "I'm going to cum just from sucking your cock…"

The thought excites you even more. Your cock drips precum from the tip, and she happily slurps it up as soon as she notices. Locking her lips around your tip, she's suddenly like a vacuum as she sucks and sucks and sucks, eager to prove herself to you, as if you could get even more impressed with her.

Perhaps another promotion was in order, you suddenly thought.

Beanstalk whimpers as she fellates you, feeling your dick twitch and throb between her slutty lips, and against her swirling tongue. She's not even touching herself - her hands are either stroking your cock or playing with your balls - but it's sounding more and more like she really was about to orgasm just from giving you head.

You weren't too far from the climax yourself. Her throat was getting to be too much to bear… desperately, you go back to keeping your hands on her head, for leverage, while you pump your hips in and out at a quickened pace. Like a jackhammer, your balls slap against her chin with a rhythmic loudness, but there's no pain to be found here. Just pure, unadulterated pleasure - pleasure that grows, and grows, and grows, until…!

You growl lustfully as you reach your first orgasm of the night, and Beanstalk is right there with you. Despite having just stayed there on her knees sucking you off, she creams her cute little panties; she writhes and shakes between your spread legs while you unload a hot and gooey torrent of cum down her slutty little throat. She gulps it all down voraciously, like a predator mid-feast; you blast rope after thick rope of cum straight down her throat and straight into her stomach. She drinks down every last drop; she doesn't want to waste even a little of it.

Your hips gently spasm as you spurt the last of your spunk into your greedy, waiting mouth, and she wiggles happily while she rides out the rest of her own orgasm - an orgasm that rinses down her inner thighs and is soaked up by her kneesocks. Filthy girl - you can smell how ready she is to get fucked, and you can't wait to really put her in her place.

Beanstalk gasps as she pops her head off your cock and starts panting again, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she watches you sit there, basking in the radiant pleasure.

"Seems you really loved that appetizer, Doctor," she teased, licking her lips clean. "Well, get ready for the main course. Served hot and ready, all for you, Doctorrr…~"

The lights of the Christmas tree are reflected in her salacious gaze. Trapped like stars amidst the darkness. Even though Beanstalk is the one on her knees and doing the worshiping, you can't help but equate her to a goddess in this very moment. A deity of some kind; a gift to be unwrapped and savored, again and again and again…

Beanstalk rubs her cheek against your thigh, like a submissive little thing. "Doctor… please," she begs you, "fuck me now…~"

…after a short rest, that is.