Cindi, a fit blonde from the WPU

You only have to watch the door for a few seconds before another babe in a tight, shiny flight attendant dress walks through, hurrying to get to work on time.

This one is a hot bottle blonde with perky tits. "Oh, hi there! Is your name David?" She hasn't yet taken in the sights, processed all the cum-covered, **** girls all over the room, noticed your filthy penis hanging out, or any of it.

"Yep. And I know it's the BJU, and I can do whatever I want with people's mouths, and a bunch of other shit I don't care about like your name, but I know Beth has a question for you before I ravage your little throat, so get on your knees and take of your stupid clothes while you talk to her or whatever."

The blonde just stares at you, looking pretty hurt by your crude dismissal.

"So Cindi," says Beth, reading the girl's nametag, "where are you from, like, besides the BJU?"

"Oh," says the slender babe as she wiggles out of her dress, her perky tits jiggling and bouncing around above her flat, toned stomach. "I'm actually from the WPU, but I'm here to fill in for Cindy, I guess."

"And that stands for..." neither you nor Beth have figured this one out, but when Cindi pulls her dress the rest of the way down, you draw your gaze down between her legs, where she's so horny you can see her juices dribbling down her thighs and onto the carpet.

"Sorry, hon, that's the Wet Pussy Universe."

"Good to know, thanks," says Beth, nodding, since she has the info she needs. She's giving you the okay to destroy the poor girl now.

You cockslap the nude hottie kneeling in front of you, and she looks sad and disgusted, but she takes your hard cock in her hand and guides it unhappily to her mouth, where she kisses and licks it in preparation for swallowing it, scowling at it the whole time.

You let her lick and play with your meat for a minute before wrapping your fingers together around the back of her head, under her blonde pony tail, and slamming her face into your pelvis. Her name is apparently Cindi, she's good with her tongue, she has perky little tits with pink upturned nipples, blah, blah, blah. To you, she's just a throat with a body attached.

Beth is watching, intently, and when you catch her glance, she says, "it seems like a shame to waste such a wet pussy, though, doesn't it?" You notice Cindi reaching down between her legs as she wretches on your dick.

"I guess. I dunno." You definitely don't give a shit if the girls going down on you are getting off on it. In fact, some of your favourites were barely conscious, or awake and actively hating it. "It's not like we need lube for a BJ." So it's just smelly pussy juice to you.

Then Cindi starts moaning. The familiar gacking, gulping, and gasping of the girl getting throatfucked is replaced with a softly vibrating hum of pleasure, resonating up your filthy dick and all through your body.

"MMMMmmmmmmmmmmm" says Cindi, and it makes you harder, your dick so swollen it feels like it will burst. "MMMMMmmmmmmmmguullllgggg mmmmmmmmm." You make sure to still slam your dick deeper every once in a while, but you won't last long with such expert deep-throating.

Cindi lifts up her hand, dripping wet with glistening pussy dew, and she pulls your dick slowly out of her mouth with it. You may not need lube for a blowjob, but it's not going to hurt either. If this horny slut wants to eat her own juices as condiments on your hot dog dick rather than just licking off her hand, you aren't gonna stop her. She wraps her slimy, wet hand around your cock and glides smoothly up and down it, coating it in her goop.

She licks at your dick playfully, the whole thing raging hard and dripping wet, but you lose patience again and cock slap her, splattering pussy juice all over her face. Then you slam your dick back into her mouth and down her gullet. Aside from the smell, it's possible Cindi's natural lube is actually making the facefuck smoother. Maybe not. Either way, you climax deep inside her, with BJU-sized blast of jizz, sending her flying off your dick and tumbling into the corner, cum and pussy lube spraying all over the place.

Cindi's out cold, a mix of juices running down her chin.

When the last drip of cum is dribbling off the end of your half-hard cock, Beth kneels down in front of you and licks it up. "MMMmmm, thanks."

"Next!" you shout, ready to be re-welcomed to the BJU again, but Beth has something to say.