Bobby Bartek

"Love the show," Bobby says, still sarcastically clapping. "You're a horny little thing, aren't you?"

Goddammit. You planned to be finished and dressed again by the time your partner came back. You must have lost track of time. "Shut up," you say in between grunts, "just **** him already." Bobby doesn't move at first, seeming content just watching you getting fucked in the ass. Finally he walks up to the guard and pushes a pill down his mouth. Within seconds you feel the thrusting in your ass slow down, before it stops completely and the guards falls down on you, pressing you to the floor. You hear snoring come from him. "You know," Bobby says as he rolls the guard off you, "if you need to get fucked that badly, you can always just ask me."

You shoot him a hateful glare and pull your thong back in place while you try to cover your boobs with your other hand. "Just get out, so I can get dressed," you tell him. Reluctantly Bobby leaves the closet. You look at the guard and see that he's still covered with cum. As a matter of fact, so are you. You start to look around for some towels, but sadly all you find are computer cables, keyboards and other mechanical office supplies. Then your eyes fall on your sweater...

You sigh and start to rub the cum off your ass, back and thighs using your sweater. You then move to the guard to do the same. It's good to give him amnesia, but it would be suspicious if he woke up covered in sperm. After cleaning him up, you get him dressed again. That turned out to be quite a struggle, since his **** body wasn't cooperating. When you have all his clothes on, the only thing left to do is to worm his big, still hard dick back in his pants.

You take a hold of it to do just that. As you do, you give it a few melancholic jerks, thinking back to the fun you just had and regretting getting caught by your partner. Suddenly you see the guard's balls contract and you feel his dick twitching in your hand. At the moment all you can think about is not getting a load of cum on his clothes, so you dive down quickly and take his cock in your mouth. You feel his dick twitch as it shoots out yet another load. 'This orgasmatron is a powerful device,' you think as you can taste the salty sperm filling up your mouth, 'maybe it will have some uses in my private life as well.'

You take the cock out of your mouth, give it a final clean with your sweater and push it down the guards pants. You're just glad Bobby wasn't here to witness that. You quickly dress yourself, but when you get to your sweater you halt and look at the cum-soaked garment. Finally you pull it on; you'd rather be sticky then sit in a car with Bobby wearing just your bra. As you do, you are overwhelmed with the scent of cum and you feel the wet fabric cling to your body.

Well, at least you managed to get the intel.