Page 33 of Quickies

I spat it out into the sink and threw the nearly full bag into the bin. Braced on the edge of the sink, I tried to calm down. Maybe it was just a fluke. My heat wasn’t supposed to come for a few days. My cycle had always been regular, like clockwork. If I could just breathe and make the tension inside me loosen a little bit…

I couldn’t.

Oh Lord, my poor hole and womb. I was burning on the inside.

The issue was obvious—the sample had induced my heat. We knew that if an omega and an alpha were pheromonally compatible, it could speed up the omega’s cycle, but this was unprecedented. This would require thorough research. Could I entice the alpha in room A26 to stay and partake in more tests?

I could see him in my mind. He was dark-haired with scowling eyebrows. His large, crooked nose must have been broken, maybe in a fight. His square jaw was covered with coarse stubble, and those broad lips were chapped. He had wide shoulders and a sculpted torso, hardened by work. His black body hair was untrimmed, the thickening trail leading down to his huge, heavy cock…

Gritting my teeth, I breathed through a swell of lust that made my hole flutter and balls throb. The heat wave was crashing down on me with lightning speed. I had mere minutes before I’d start cramping.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to wake the backup staff and realized my tablet was gone. I couldn’t hand over the shift without it.

I glanced around my office, then hurried to the lab, the storage room… My hole leaked slick as I walked, and my underwear was already soaked. My tablet wasn’t anywhere.

I must have left it in the alpha quarters.

Panting, I strode down the long corridor. I unlocked the door on autopilot. I could already see the small stand with my tablet on it. It stood by room A26.

I told myself not to look. I’d just grab the tablet and leave, then call backup immediately. Within minutes, I could be lying on a comfy bed, my legs in stirrups and my ass stuffed.

Except I did look.

The alpha knelt on the floor, naked, his sweat-slicked body glistening. He was massaging his balls with one hand and rubbing the underside of his cock with the other. He looked on the verge of the second phase. The collector with the fleshlight attached stood ready to his left. He’d chosen the realistic one with a silicon opening formed like a youthful omega asshole.

He snarled when he saw me through the glass.

The taste of his cum was still fresh in my memory. The fake cum had ruined the aftertaste though, and now I craved this man’s seed in my mouth again. I wouldn’t gulp it like an animal this time; I’d savor it.

He let go of his cock and stood. Slowly, he stalked closer to the glass, his dick bobbing. A pearl of early discharge glistened at the tip.

I must have gone mad with lust. The heat must have clouded my mind. It was the only explanation.

I saw myself from the outside as I punched in the code, opened the heavy security door, and slipped inside room A26. The door clicked shut behind me.

The alpha gaped, his face a mask of shock.

I inhaled.

The scent of the man’s rut had the power of a hallucinogenic drug. My vision went black for a second as I crumbled to my knees. My hands worked of their own volition, tearing at my lab coat and slacks and kneading my aching cock through my underwear.

I made unhinged, animalistic sounds, then whined when a cramp squeezed my middle.

“What the fuck? You’re in heat!”

His voice!

Oh God. Oh Lord.I needed this man to fill me this instant. No alternatives. I didn’t care that he was five social classes below me, that he was feral and in a rut.

I needed his divine cum in my hole, my mouth, all over me…

A firm hand grabbed my hair, and something slippery and warm nudged my lips. I wrapped my mouth around it on instinct.

Oh. Oooh.

I sucked, blissful relief flooding my body.

“That’s it. It’ll tide you over for a minute. Good boy. Now unbutton your shirt and take off your pants. Such nice posh clothes. Would be a shame to ruin them.”

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