Of course, he's a professional. (Pink Lust)

Adam and I absconded to the back of the van, of course, where he got comfortable while I... prepared. With the Slut sticker, I was ready and able to fuck, but that didn't necessarily mean I wanted to all the time. It was about a twenty minute drive home, and I wanted to get my brains fucked out in that time frame, to get the filth out of it. And for that, I was going to need stamina.

I reached into the box and pulled out two pink Lust stickers. I placed the first on Adam's cheek, disguising it as a loving caress. The effect was immediate, a dilation in his eyes and his flacid penis rapidly hardening. Then I put the second along my own cheek and moaned as my arousal skyrocketed. We both pounced on each other at the same time as the van started up and headed down the street.

Adam pinned me to the back seats, running his hands over my naked body with a hot desire that set fire wherever it touched. He squeezed my breasts hard, then sucked on each nipple, twirling the tips with his tongue. I arched my back into his touch, running my hands through his hair at the same time.

He trailed a link of kisses up my chest and captured my lips, our tongues dancing as he pushed back into me, and we began rutting again. Missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, you name it we did it. Jensen at one point was very clearly driving with one hand the entire time, but he made it to my house safely enough.

At that moment I was stroking Adams cock with both hands, my mouth open and waiting for the cumshot. Something about the Lust sticker supercharge his orgasms, as his cumshots seemed to be growing greater in volume, not smaller. The seats were stained and he'd already coated my stomach and chest with his seed. In my lust filled state, I wanted to taste him though and I half laughed half moaned when he shot ropes of jizz across my face and even my glasses.

Fuck, I needed to remember to take those off when I did this.

It was as Adam finished and we took a brief ten second break to recover, that Jensen interrupted us. "Um, director. We're here."

I blinked and took my glasses off, peering through the window. We were indeed home, and thank god dad wasn't home yet. That was something I had not considered when I first slapped the Slut sticker on.

With my libido rising again, I quickly reached for Adams sticker before it overcame us both and pulled it off. He sagged back against the car door, face covered with sweat and his now naked muscular chest rising and falling rapidly. "H-holy shit."

I kissed him on the cheek, "I'll see you tomorrow, agent." I purred, and scooped up the box before leaving the van. I stepped out onto my driveway, naked, covered in cum, and oh so satisfied.

My walk up to my house was more of a shuffle as I felt very sore from our activities. Mmm, I was already looking forward to tomorrow. Riding Adam to his peak would make morning rides even more fun.

Hell why wait, in an hour I'd have a new-

"Nope!" I said aloud as I realized I had not taken the lust sticker off myself. I ripped it off, putting an end to that train of thought and feeling a very real exhaustion roll over me. The Slut sticker followed soon and I felt many of my standards and embarrassment return. My mood was significantly improved, but it still alarmed me how easily I was open to anything when I put that sticker on. Anyone could take advantage of me when I was using it.

But then, maybe that was why I used it?

Such thoughts could wait till I had taken a shower. The last thing I wanted was for my mess to dry on me. I headed upstairs to the shower, and spent the next hour cleaning myself up and thinking about the day.