Beg for a Gorbonian gangbang

The smelly Gorbonian pig is hardly the sort of lover you'd seek under normal circumstances, but the feel of it pounding your pussy has worked up an incredible horniness. You don't want to be dragged before Scugg in his little bikini, but maybe you could waste some more time with his huge-cocked guards while you come up with a plan.

Instead of standing up and toweling off, you wiggle your cummy buns from side to side, spunk dripping down your things from the glazed mounds of your ass cheeks.

"Why don't you bring your friends in here?" you ask, giving the Gorbonian a devilish smile. "All that hot cum has me worked up. Your boss won't mind waiting a few extra minutes, would he?"

The sergeant's lip curls up on one side as he eyes your wanton display. Sensing his ****, you slide off the table and drop to your knees before the meaty warrior. The smell of his freshly-fucked cock fills your nostrils. He offers no resistance as you lift the flap of his loincloth and expose the glistening, dripping prick beneath.

A captain rarely kneels for a man, but she knows how to please her crew when it's well-deserved. You put all those skills to work lavishing the sergeant's fat dick with your tongues, your puckered lips and, finally, as it swells to full size, the warm, wetness of your engulfing mouth. The sergeant chuckles at your horny display as you finger your dripping slit and slurp on his big, raunchy cock like it's your deepest desire.

In only a few minuts of lusty sucking you are rewarded with a hot gush coating your throat as you struggle to gulp every salty drop. You hold his cock steady in your mouth and allow him to satisfying himself into your throat with a gut-churning quantity of gorbonian spew.

Satisfied your lust is genuine, the sergeant brings in the other three guards. They enter the room clearly informed of your readiness and you further entice them by posing on the table with your thighs apart and your fingers trailing across your swollen sex. In moments they have set aside their weapons and approach you all at once, one smothering you with a sour kiss, another mauling your large breasts with both meaty hands, and you feel the tongue of another begin lapping at your eager hole.

You're so turned on already it's easy to give yourself over to these brutes. They're rough, but they are not violent. They pull you onto the floor and the largest one fucks you with your knees almost touching your breasts while another kneels beside you and feeds his cock into your mouth. You suck him eagerly and moan into his cock as you cum hard, clamping down on the cock fucking into your slit. The Gorbonian face-fucks you to his release and pulls out to baste your face with cum and rain it down into your open mouth. As you lay gasping the biggest Gorbonian unloads into your stretched slit and you feel each pulse of its huge cock as each gush of spooge paints your cunt walls.

Slipping and sliding in the Gorbonian spunk, you are rolled onto your stomach on the floor, and the third Gorbonian guard sits its knees heavily on your thighs and powers its cock into your cum-drenched crack. You yelp in shock as its cock sinks into your ass and it begins to fuck you laying heavily against you, its dick hammering down into your painfully stretched sphincter. It fucks you for a very long time before cumming deep in your ass. When it pulls you you hear the suction of your cum-loaded hole winking closed.

The Gorbonian guards are laughing and relaxed, but still not relaxed enough. One by one you blow them and slide their cocks into the valley between your large breasts. As you take turns with each one, the others watch and chat in their grunting language. You satisfy them until your jaw is numb and your belly is distended with their cum, but their balls are drained and two of them are snoring loudly. You're just finishing up with the Sergeant, riding his lap until he cums inside your well-fucked pussy. He shoves you off of his shrinking cock with a slurp and spill of yellow cum down your thighs. You fall to the sticky floor and watch as the sergeant leaves, muttering something about a drink.

You realize they're all either gone or completely asleep. Their weapons - prod devices and blaster guns - are sitting easily taken. You're sore and sick with all the goo in your guts, but strong enough still to escape. You look over at the bikini and recall the sergeant's demand once more.