You escape from the titty monster

“Bela, it’s been great helping you get off and all, but I’ve gotta run.” Maybe she will have mercy on you.

“Ah, I’m sure you do, Joe. Just let me clean you up.” Bela rises from your cock, cum and pussy juice dripping between her plump thighs. She gets on her knees in front of you and begins hungrily licking the mess off your cock. You should have known Bela wouldn’t let you go so easily. She licks you throughly, paying no mind to the fluids left on your thighs smearing on her face and glasses. Though your abs and chest are still relatively clean, she licks them all over, too, leaving you damp with spit and feeling far less “clean” than before she started this. Bela moans as she licks both of your nipples, and starts to work her way back down your body when you summon all your willpower and stand up. You clip the fanny pack on your waist and briskly walk to the door.

“Don’t be late for the experiment this afternoon, I know you’ll find this one particularly interesting,” Bela says, dropping back down to her knees and sampling the juices left on the chair like they’re the most delicious thing.

“I’ll be there,” You say, walking the fuck out of there before you have to watch the creepy bitch lick up your cum. You wouldn’t mind so much if she didn’t do it every fucking time.

You step through the back door of the Breedertech research building, still half-hard and the warm morning air doing its best to dry your completely damp front. At least your white uniform that leaves all the important stuff exposed managed to survive the encounter.

Charlie is nowhere to be seen. Of course he’s gone, you’re late as fuck. Maybe you’ll be able to find him later. For now, you’ve got some time before lunch to touch base with some of your own customers. But first, you’ve gotta get clean. Even by Breeder standards, you reek. Walking home would take too long. You opt for the Wellness Center, just a short trip past the nearby field.

You step out of the blazing sun into the frigid air-conditioned wellness center. Mid-morning on a weekday, most Breeders are busy with their duties. It’s not very crowded. A few well-toned sluts are putting their bodies on display, doing hip abductions that open their pussies to the world or lifting weights wearing sports bras that struggle to keep their big bouncing tits under control. You don't recognize any of them. Maybe you could take a closer look, and hope they don't mind your smell.