Energetically back on

Markus had enough time letting himself get used by a well-curated slut to check his behavior, and he was done with restraining himself for the sake of other people. Most of his work was finished and it would seem that the routine he was envisioning could be possible to keep up. seeing as enough labor was done to hide his disinterest in it, he returned to his 'own domain' within the warehouse; blocking it off with boxes and for sustainability's sake, he pasted some large boxing plastic wrap to hang onto the wall.

He focused his taste for a moment, he'd only get a girl that would be highly receptive to fucking; so either a slut or a slutty version of any character. Interestingly his taste kept flipping for the sake of diversity; pale chicks or dark tan ones with extremely different morals, just to see all that get tossed away for them to bounce on his dick.

For this go, he'd pick someone incredibly basic; a classic hentai slut that loved getting dicked, and was only more secretly overjoyed to be paid for it in their pure-hearted pursuit of fun covering basic expenses; making them the most wholesome tan-skinned Jap-prostitute, that went for barely pocket change per cumshot.

The reason for going for such a easy to handle, non-superpowered babe, was that Markus still felt in an experimental mood. With motives so basic and true, he wouldn't have to worry about anything complex happening if he changed up which half of the slut he wanted.

The gate opened with a pair of massive spray tanned milkers squeezing through, a stretched out white school girl top, that was put out of its misery as it slipped below for such massive tits to bounce freely. Markus had really missed titties. Her head had peeked from the gate as well, but matching exactly how Markus wanted, her arms couldn't fit through.

"Heyyyy~ I'm guessing your friends paid earlier too" She cheered loudly in a high pitch, spooking Markus with the possible echo, and the idea of calling off tests like this if bitches were going to be yapping too noticeably.

'Those tits though, and mmm with a choker like that, she should know to behave', The test had to go on, so Markus whipped out his cock that had this seasoned whore drool.

"YEAH, let's go! this hole's kind of kinky, but it's sooo worth it if there's a thick dick on the sid-eeeee!" She cheered like a brain-dead bimbo without even being touched, so Markus felt the need to tug at her teats near the end of her ramble; watching her pitch somehow raise higher and her eyes roll a bit up.

Seeing a slut like this, even if specifically ordered, really showed what Markus wanted face to face. He gripped both her breasts together into one hand and grabbed her hair with the other to pull her down near his cock.

Her lips puckered tight as soon as his tip got past them, and on pure reflex she affectionately kissed and swirled her tongue on him, even as she groaned out at every tug to her knockers. It was fun watching her moo out at every pull on her large cow-tits, it was especially so to feel it reverberating down his length; making him feel powerful. This whore was his, and she wouldn't try getting dominant or uppity over cash; having pulled her in after coincidentally getting $5 extra. Her throat getting pressed down by his dick worked to any complaints, which were actually instead mostly slutty moans of worship at him confidently diving deep in her throat and pridefully laughing off his pull to her tits.

While her prices were cheap, her suck was beyond expert grade from how deeply her cheeks pulled in and her lips stretched, locking onto his thrusting. She blushed at his heat being suckled on by her throat, and her nipples hardened sensitively at his twist.

Her clit was hard and teased to be as horny as she could be; getting off to her mouth being this man's fucktoy and her tits mere funbags to play with. This rowdy slut never knew shame besides wanting something out of a deal, but now all she wanted was his cunt pulsing in her throat as she cheered out for more and let herself bob up and down.

The blonde's warmth and eagerness was more than enough to push dozens of men over, so her throat served its purpose of milking him down her greedily gulping throat. Her taste buds and sexy dsl's got painted with some of his cum too, that she swirled around as he went to wiping her cock down with her breasts as a sign of ownership.

She showed off her spattered-on tongue, and showed it off a moment later fully cleaned with a giggle at the load she'd taken.

"Woah dude, that was lotta cum~" She joked with her eyes focused on the rod between her tits, "mmmm that dick, -$5 bucks for another load b-but your chodes got me so fucking hot right now, that-that 'fuck me' its free" she offered, ineffectively trying to squeeze forward with her body too cock obsessed to care about cash.

On one hand Markus wanted to wreck this whore's asshole, on the other, he wasn't sure if he had the time; so he dick-slapped her face and tits with his half-hard member.

"comm-*slap*-it this -*slap*-dick to memory -*slap*- whore,-*slap*--*slap*-catch you later."

She looked honestly pissed and grief-struck to see him pull away, even if she knew her next customer wouldn't be too far off. A bit of her feelings were from still being stuck, but the majority was from watching a cock moving AWAY from her.

Markus gave a scumbag type of smile and tore at the plastic, sending the used throat-pussy back; letting him to finish his work in peace; yet even then his curiosity still got to him even if his horniness was pumped out.

The next couple colors the pen had were yellow and green; they didn't show the fading effect of the others, but Markus doubted it was just another drawing mode. Making a yellow circle did nothing, while making green activated both to connect the two holes.

Markus thought it was cool and went for a 2nd green that only took effect at a complimentary yellow. In all honesty Markus could've given his hooker a climax too and made a fun memory of tearing up her pussy and ass; if they weren't already given her career, but he essentially spent the most of the remainder of his shift drawing on boxes (many circles that weren't even paired into gates).

He clocked out, content he'd done enough to keep his routine going. However, he was already feeling ambition for more bubbling up within him.