He's fully loaded

"Step back outside the room," commanded Gina. For a moment, Tom was afraid he had done something wrong. He lingered and Gina looked at him with annoyance. "Max will call out a name and you knock and enter. You're a patient, remember? She has to take a sample."

"Oh, yeah," said Tom. "Right. Got it."

He glanced sheepishly at Max. She smiled sweetly as he backed out of the room and closed the door. It was only after he had closed the door that he realized he did not know what name Max was about to call.

He strained to hear Gina and Max murmuring on the other side of the door. His heart beat wildly and he had butterflies in his stomach. Could he really perform, he wondered? His cock was certainly rock hard, but Max was so sexy in her nurse lingerie that he was afraid he would blow his load in ten seconds.

A few seconds seemed to stretch on way too long. He paced back and forth and wondered if something had gone. If they had decided he was no good for the scene.

"Action!" Gina called clearly.

"Tom Loads!" He heard Max call out. "Mister Loads!"

He cleared his throat and stepped into the room. He took in Max's beauty once more, with her red-crossed bra and her revealing, v-cut panties on her slender hips. She also wore a lab coat now, draped loosely on her shoulders and hanging open. She held a clipboard and had one arm under her pert breasts, which squeezed them up and emphasized them for the camera.

The camera! He tried not to look at it as it swiveled from Max to look at him.

"Uh... yeah, I'm uh, Mr. Loads."

"Yes, you are," said Max, with a wry smile on her full, glossy lips. "I understand you are having some problems trying to conceive with your girlfriend. So we are going to need a little sample today."

"A sample?" Tom asked.

She lowered the clipboard and fluttered her dark lashes at him. His cock throbbed in his jeans.

"That's right," she said. She put the clipboard down and picked up a large, clear plastic specimen jar from a nearby table. "I will need a sperm sample to test your fertility. The more the better. Would you like to handle this yourself... or..." She dropped the lab coat dramatically from her shoulders and revealed her toned body with its perky curves. She bit her lip for a moment and let the camera linger on her figure. She finally continued, "Or would you like some assistance?"

"Uh, yeah, uh..." He barely resisted the urge to look at the camera. "Sure, I could..."

"I would be happy to help, Mr. Loads," said Max smoothly, stepping over her discarded lab coat. She reached one hand down and stroked the bulge in his jeans. She stepped close to Tom, smelling like flowers and a hint of sex that stirred his cock beneath her fingers. She worked his belt with one hand and stood so close he was certain she was going to kiss him. Her fingers grasped his zipper and slowly dragged it down. He gazed into her golden-brown eyes and saw her amusement crinkling at the corners. She purred, "Oh, Mr. Loads, you have such a very large instrument."

"Uh, yeah," he said, bewitched by Max. Annoyance flashed on her face for a moment and snapped him out of his sexual trance. "It's, uh, certainly big enough for the job. But for some reason my wife won't get pregnant. We're just trying to... ohhhh..."

His improvisational skills ended once Max dragged his underwear down his legs and grasped his stiff cock. His fat tip glistened with his precum as she held him tightly and worked her hand up and down his shaft. He moaned again and she purred, "Does that feel good, Mr. Loads?"

"Oh, y-yeah," he groaned, watching her hand slide up and down his length. She held the specimen jar at the tip of his cock and told him, "When you're ready, you can release into the container. Are you close?"

"Close," he admitted.

"Maybe I can help a little more," she said, sinking down to her knees in front of him. His cock jerked in her grasp. She looked up at him and the camera moved almost over his shoulder to capture a POV shot as Max stroked him and ran her tongue slowly around the tip of his hard cock. The feel of her hot tongue flicking beneath his glans and tracing the ridge of his cockhead was nearly enough to make him cum.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned.

"Mmmmm, you don't mind if I suck it?" She asked and did not wait for an answer. Her hot mouth engulfed his tip and her soft, glossy lips slid down his shaft. He held his shirt up keep it out of her face and watched in ball-twitching awe as this brunette beauty began to suck his hard cock.

Her honey-brown eyes gazed up at him with lust and she moaned around his cock as she bobbed her mouth along his length. Her perky tits jiggled in her red-crossed bra as she slurped his straining manhood. It took only a few bobs of her head and a hollowing of her cheeks as she sucked hard to suck Tom over the edge.

"Oh! Ohhhhhh!" He groaned as his pleasure became inexorable. His cock surged, his balls tightened and seemed to pulse at the root of his hard cock. He fired his first shot of cum straight down Max's throat and she drank it greedily. He spurted again and again, filling her hot, eager mouth with his seed. She moaned around him, loudly, vibrating along his pulsing shaft as her finger massaged his twitching balls. She drained his cock dry before popping her lips free of his swollen tip.

She opened her mouth to show him all the cum, rolling it with her tongue before lifting up the specimen jar and drooling the bubbly, milky solution of saliva and spunk into the receptacle.

"Oh, Mr. Loads, that was a lot of cum," said Max. She held the jar up and swirled the spunk inside it. She set it aside on the desk.

"My, uh, girlfriend hasn't been taking care of me," said Tom. "I think I could, uh, cum again. I cum a lot. Do you want me to cum some more?"

Max winked at him and stroked both hands along his still-hard, spit-lubed cock. "Oh, I think that would be great, Mr. Loads. But what about me?"

She stood up slowly, rubbing her lingerie-wrapped curves against him and dragging her tits against his oversensitive cock. Despite having just ejaculated, his cock was still aching and hard. It twitched in Max's practiced grasp. She kissed him full on the lips.

Normally, Tom would have been a little squeamish about tasting his own cum, but Max was aggressive and lovely and he was still incredibly turned on. He ran his hands over her body, feeling the firmness of it beneath her curves. He fumbled at the strings of her bikini-like bra as she slipped her tongue into his mouth and ran her thigh up the outside of his leg. Her body was literally hot. It felt almost as if she had a fever.

She rubbed herself on him, her whole body, and pushed him back against the wall with the **** of her lust. Her aggression awoke Tom's own and he kissed her back and roughly yanked the strings free of her top. She broke the kiss with a grin on her face and tossed the bra away, revealing her creamy breasts and small, dark nipples.

"You're so beautiful," he grunted as his roughly fondled and squeezed her soft mounds.

"I know," she chuckled and they kissed again as his fingers plucked at her nipples.

He broke the kiss with Max and pressed his lips to her slender neck and her strong shoulder. She was so incredibly fit that it was like caressing the body of an athlete, but with the softer curves of a lingerie model where it counted. His kiss sought her warm breasts and he squeezed them both against his face.

He lashed her nipples with his tongue and sucked hard enough to make Max gasp and buck her hips. His kiss moved down her toned belly as he sank to his knees before her. He curled his fingers into her panties and pulled them down from her shapely hips. She was completely waxed and hairless today and her delicate folds glistened with moisture.

"Oh, fuck," he murmured. Max leaned her shoulders against the wall and thrust her hips forward. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled Tom's face to her steamy pussy.

Tom did not hesitate this time. He cradled her hips with both hands, his fingers curling around to her firm ass as his tongue assaulted Max's slick folds. She had a strong, but pleasant smell. Clean and aroused, a sweetness beneath his tongue and enveloping it in her heat as he sheathed his tongue in her hot channel. She cried out, bite her lip and arching to thrust herself at his face.

Tom was always fair, but not great, at giving head to women. Max clearly knew how to extract her pleasure from him. She held his head and worked her hips, riding against his tongue and using him like her personal sex toy. He loved it and lapped at her as she permitted with her grinding cunt. Her sweet juices spilled down his chin. His cock twitched in his hand.

"That's it," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh... Mr. Loads... Ohhhh, make me cum!"

"Mmmmmmnhhhhnnnnn!" Was all he could answer as she rode her slick pussy against his face. There was no fakeness to her orgasm. Her thighs squeezed tight and her muscular abs rippled with the **** of her contractions. He even felt her ass clenching beneath his fingers as her cheeks flex with each spasm.

"Yesss," she moaned. "Ohhhhh... Mr. Loads, I need it inside me. I need your big cock inside me."

There was no arguing with Max. She had him on his back on the floor in seconds and climbed atop him with the limberness of a gymnast. Her hot, freshly-licked pussy rubbed against his tip teasingly for only a moment before she gasped and impaled her hot cunt on his cock. He grabbed her hips and consummated the move with an upwards thrust, sealing every inch of his cock in the clutching inferno of her pussy.

Max and Tom forgot all about the camera as they moved with the sole goal of their pleasure. It was a hot, fast fuck, with Max yowling almost catlike atop him, her breasts bouncing lightly with each stroke and her hips jerking like a trained dancer. Her pussy flexed around him, squeezing and massaging his cock and there was nothing that he could do to hold back.

"Ohhhhh, Max," he moaned. "Uh, nurse, I'm going to cum."

She made him hold out a few more strokes, another orgasm rippling through her before she rose from his cock, still gasping with pleasure.

"On my face," she moaned. He stood shakily and Max took hold of his pussy-slicked cock, jerking it over her face as she looked up at him. "Cum all over me, Mr. Loads!"

His cock throbbed at her request and his first shot sailed over her face to splash in her dark hair. She adjusted her aim and his cum splashed into her open mouth, across her tongue and all over her beautiful face in gooey strands. Her tongue cradled him and her hand expertly pumped his spurting cock until the last pearly drops dripped from his tip. Cum dripped from her face onto her tits and down to her shoulders. She smiled up at him, licking his cock.

"Still hard," she gasped.

"You're so fucking sexy with my cum on your face," he said and barely resisted the urge to lean down and kiss her, cum and all.

"It's supposed to go in the jar though," she laughed, picking up the jar and scooping what she could into the container. "I don't think this is a very good sample."

"I can give you more," he volunteered and stroked his cock as Max cleaned off her face and used the edge of the jar to scoop some from her breasts.

Max glanced sideways at Gina and the goth woman rolled her fingers as if to suggest they should keep going.

"Mmmmm," said Max. "I think I know a better way to ensure a sample."

She stood up smoothly and turned around to face the desk. She bent over slowly, pushing the firm bubble of her ass back towards Tom. Her cheeks parted slightly and he glimpsed the wrinkle of her tight hole. His cock twitched in his hand.

"Maybe if I put the jar here," she said and reached it back to balance it on her lower back. "And you can pull out and cum in it so every drop goes in the jar."

Tom smiled, meeting her over-the-shoulder gaze and stepping closer. He caressed her ass.

"It would really help," he said, "if I could fuck that sexy ass."

He ran his fingers between her cheeks and pressed his thumb carefully against the hot divot of her anus. She arched slightly and moaned.

"You want to fuck my ass, Mr. Loads?" She purred. "You'd better get it nice and ready."

He toyed with the idea of thrusting his thumb into her pucker, but he pulled his hand away. He dropped to a crouch behind Max and spread her creamy ass cheeks wide for himself and for the camera. He leaned closer and ran his tongue up her crack. It had never really occurred to him to do something like this, but it struck him as exactly the right thing in the heat of the moment.

He tongued Max's asshole, feeling it clench and squirm with each lick. He rimmed it and loosened it, eliciting gasps and twitches of her hips. Only when she was moaning with pleasure did he finally insert one finger and then another into the tight passage of her asshole. He fucked her gently, then harder, and then, cock aching with need, he stood behind her and pressed his fat cockhead to her tiny asshole.

"Do it, please," she moaned. "Fuck my ass, Tom. Fuck it."

"Oh, Max," he moaned and thrust his cock deep into the hot tunnel of her ass. He grabbed her hips, pulling her back to bury each thrust balls-deep in her tight ass. Her hot hole flexed around him as his balls slapped against her wet pussy. Max reached between her thighs and played with her clit. She thrust back to me his strokes, taking his huge cock and whining with the pleasure of each thrust.

Their orgasms rose in perfect unison. The nasty, cum-filled jar nearly spilled from her back and Tom moved it aside as his pleasure surged. Max cried out, "Fuckkkkk meeeee!"

He grabbed her hips tightly and slammed into her ass. He pounded every inch of cock in and out of her tight pucker as his balls tightened and his cum boiled. He reached for the jar, but Max looked back at him, growling fiercely, "Cum inside me!"

"Ohhhhhh fuck," he groaned. Her words were all it took to set him off. His cum pumped into her clutching asshole with powerful spasms. He shot deep into her ass, filling her with spurt after spurt of his cum. He knew she was cumming too. He could feel it in the way her ass squeezed him rhythmically.

"Oh my god," he moaned, slowly pulling out as his cock finally began to deflate. He felt drained of life ****, as if Max was a succubus. She looked at him, her eyes blazing with desire, and she grabbed the cup from the desk. She crouched over it and the cum drained out of her, into the cup, in a raunchy display of her muscle control. The camera moved in close to catch every drop.

"I think we have enough for a sample now," she said and screwed the lid onto the jar. "Thank you, T- Mr. Loads."

"No, thank you," said Tom.

"Cut!" cried Gina.

Max and Tom embraced and kissed passionately. He tasted the sweat on her lips. He was totally out of breath and exhausted. He was amazed that Max seemed barely tired. He finally broke the kiss and turned to the director.

"Well," he said, looking at Gina, "how did I do?"