Reminisce and doodle

Work still seemed shockingly basic, and while the building was massive from its corporate funding, it could only be supplied with a couple dozen workers from the town; making it into a joke that it was scaled for a couple hundred employees. Markus felt like he was walking around a neighborhood all his own, left to shuffle around alleys of boxes and scan them for a digital quota. It couldn't be found out if any graffiti was made before a box was shipped in, and at the end stage, a product would always get a new one scaled to the customer's order, so Markus had fun sketching lines as he worked.

Around his break he considered kicking back on a box-throne, but his body already hungered for whoever that presumed magician of a slut was. Instead of the isolation he planned for, he went to one of the place's formal break rooms to try at identifying a babe with plump clown lips to give him head in the parking lot. No one matched in the first couple rooms, and he gave up to rest in one that had a basic-looking latina and a black girl that seemed too well composed on their phones, and their lips didn't match as well.

Markus sat at a trashy repurposed cafeteria table and took out a piece of paper, taken from an order request for something that was already shipped out. He went to doodling and trying out the pen he felt guilty for taking. After making a few black boxes that were very inspired, he started messing with the pen itself; watching the tip change in color after every twisting click. The vanishing blue ink he saw skittering off and the remaining rim that framed his slut seemed to be truly magical, and trying it a few times had the blue vanishing off again and again.

He was curious if all colors did that, and they seemed to, eventually he knew to try a circle and happened to be on the red ink; imagining the mysterious crazed clown-slut's red lips working his cock. At his intent and the completion of the wide circle, the center of the paper vanished and became a view of the blonde slut; with two pigtails, bleached pale skin, still runny make-up, and most invitingly was her thick bimbo body filling out a black and red slutty two piece outfit showing off her big tits and thick ass.

Suddenly the gate had a very specific sucking effect, making the paper practically fly under the table and attract his cock from his conveniently unzipped fly.

Markus nearly got his disinterested co-workers attention, but disregarded the feeling at the base of his shaft, and the abrupt difference in temperature and gravity from space to space warped apart. He chose to pretend to be equally transfixed by his phone, and was ignored again soon enough.

While he mimicked scrolling through his phone, his attention was completely on his dick a dimension away. There was obviously no hearing from the other side, so he focused hard on the air, understanding that he was spotted as a figure skipped towards him, especially when words were whispered and laughed close enough to feel. His panic dropped immensely when he felt a now familiar tongue quickly lapping around him, yet this time it had much more freedom as she pressed her face against him and licked around the base.

She gripped him with her hands muttering some joke about 'it being a shame that officer Balls couldn't come'; seeing as the gate fitted only his shaft, not that he could hear her joke to begin with. He just felt her laugh as she jerked.

Her gloved hands tensed, rocking back and forth, with her lovely mouth licking and kissing his tip. She did another joke about there being a cock on the wall, yet in the next moment it disappeared down her throat with a quick slam of her head. A caged animal had nothing on a feral beast; proven by just how well she could bob her head back and forth when not fixed to a suddenly appearing gateway.

The clown's tongue would be wrapping around his tip, just to be soon plunged down to the tight warm depths of her throat that tried gulping him down even deeper. She throat-fucked herself more than Markus could've, and it was hard to hide his reactions as he pretended he was having an incredibly emotional reaction to his phone that was partway through searching different pen models.

Markus focused on the thought of being fired on his first day for busting it in the break-room, or there being rumors in the office about him being a spaz; not knowing the justification that such a suck was. There was no stopping the crazed clown throttling down him, but she did villainously slow as he pulsed in her mouth.

He almost figured he had the opportunity to zip up over the paper and flee to finish in the bathroom, but that plan fainted as her hand slowly jerked him on the edge; locking him in his seat with weak knees.

Peppering him with kisses and slowly working him was ****, but he received a busty enough reward unzipped and pressed softly to either side of his cock. Her soft white clown pillows jerked him as passionately as her hands would with more coverage, and her mouth kept focused on his tip and swirling around to steal his pre-cum while she laughed at her heist.

Soon enough he busted, shooting off onto her opened mouth, her face and spattering around to the tits that wrapped him. He tried resting for a bit, but she persisted; cleaning him off and trying to keep him going anyway. His cock felt overstimulated so close to his climax, so he grabbed the paper on instinct and accidentally tore it.

The sound of paper tearing terrified him, but all that happened was the sensation of fabric stretched around his dick and lightly bouncing his cock back like a trampoline as the paper flew up to the table's underside. Markus quickly hid his spent cock and went to flee back to work.

The latina sudden patted his shoulder, 'wishing him luck on whatever he was going through', and the black girl had about as sympathetic eyes. The suck was good enough to make a grown man cry.

He nodded and composed himself before entering a sprint to his isolated area of the warehouse. Currently he knew blue meant what he wanted was connected to here, black was for writing, and red connected him to where he was thinking of by what he wanted linked.

He still had plenty of his shift left to experiment though.