Jurassic Pork

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Jurassic Pork

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By: Stix Hiscock

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Gina Moyst

Dr. James Hardon. Paging Dr. James Hardon. I sauntered into James' laboratory in a lab coat and heels, moving like a beast of prey toward him, my stilettos clacking and echoing throughout the room as I approached. He was seated in his chair facing away from me, leaning into his computer monitor with the intensity of a normal man looking at XXX insane four way interracial lesbian milf BBW double penetration gangbang orgy with squirting porn. But that was okay. Because I had just the right trick up my sleeve to make him pay attention to me, and forget all about his little science project.

Oh, Dr. James Hardon, I repeated, and shed myself of the lab coat, letting it fall to the floor around my ankles. I stood there in the center of the room wound tight with the laciest negligee I could find. A sheer purple bra cupping my voluptuous breasts, my nipples hardening and pressing through against the cool air of the room. The skimpiest, most scandalous set of low cut panties I'd ever laid eyes on, along with long purple stockings up to my thighs and garters, connecting them to a tight lacy ribbon wrapped around my navel. I looked like an absolute snack at that moment as I stood flaring my nostrils and butt cheeks at him, or a bar mitzvah present waiting to be unwrapped.

I was sure, as I stood there baring it all for him, that he was about to have the exact response to my goods on display that I wanted him to have.

Oh yeah... God, so hot... You're making it so hard... Ohhhh, fuck!

I smiled at this, my elaborately festooned bosom swelling with pride, and the lips of my wetliness getting warmer and moister in preparation for penetration.

But then I noticed that the sumbitch wasn't even turned in my direction, but still had both his nose and his dick pointed toward the computer.

James, what the hell? I said, growing frustrated. You didn't even look!

Wha- he said, only half turning. Oh, yes, I- No, I was referring to this Compsognathuslongipes specimen I discovered fossilized in molten volcanic rock. It's immaculately preserved, but I can't seem to get the dirty little bastard out of there. The stone is too firm to break through.

I snorted with derision. God, that's about the only thing that's firm around here these days...

What's that? he asked, still not looking over at me. Getting pissed out of my gourd, I balled my hands into fists, and clacked over to him in my high heels. I bent over and jutted my ass out into his face, waving the cheeks around and hoping he might take the hint.

Helloooo, I'm your common-law wife, Gina Moyst. Remember me?

Huh? he asked, and I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at my exquisite bubble booty like it was something he'd never seen before, and whose purpose he couldn't discern. What am I supposed to do with this? he asked for good measure.

I sighed, and rolled my eyes at him, really starting to get annoyed. God, I don't know, James... You are my husband, and like, the world's smartest scientist. Maybe use your impeccable powers of deduction to figure something out?

He stared at my ass for a long time, in sheer bewilderment. Then, experimentally he drew his palm forward, and spanked me gently against the rear end, giving me the rush that I'd been seeking, albeit an incredibly short lived one.

Ah. Very jiggly, he observed. A very lovely crack you've got there.

Then he turned back away from me, and continued pecking away on his keyboard, wholly oblivious to all that decadent thickness staring him right in the face.

I had to fight back a wholly overpowering urge to scream.

I turned back around and curled my hands into fists, feeling like one of his beloved triceratopses about ready to charge at him.

Christ on a Captain's Wafer, James! What the hell is wrong with you?!

What do you mean, what's wrong with me? You're the one going around waving your derriere in people's faces! That can't be sanitary. And put some damn clothes on, you're going to catch a cold as well as chafed nipples!

James, what happened to you? I asked in a pleading voice. I stooped down to the floor next to the chair where he sat, and looked imploringly into his eyes. You aren't the man I married. The James Hardon I once knew and didn't walk down the aisle with but assumed as a spouse after years of cohabitation would have been on me like a dog on an apatosaurus's shin, the moment he saw me in this slutty little outfit. But it's like you don't care at all! What happened to the well endowed male dancer I met at Hunk Nuggets Lady's Gentleman's Club and All You Can Eat Spaghetti Buffet all those years ago, shaking his prodigious wang in my face and rubbing his sweaty, sticky body all over me and every women who would stuff a five dollar bill down his g-string?

Baby, that was years ago, he said, shaking his head. "You know I was only a dancer at Hunk Nuggets Lady's Gentleman's Club and All You Can Eat Spaghetti Buffet to pay my way through dinosaur school! I desperately needed the money at the time, and there was all that free spaghetti they gave me. It just would have gotten thrown out,