Distract the guard by having a taste of Gorbonian tube meat

Getting bent over the table and humped from behind would probably rule out getting your hands on that big ring of keys hanging from his belt. You smile at the tusk-mouthed Gorbonian and turn to face him. He plants his hands on your fat tits, but you slide down his body, dropping to a crouch in front of him. The smells wafting up from down here are not pleasant. You reach up to his animal-skin loincloth and lift the front.

His Gorbonian cock - his pulgnek as he called it - is not quite what you expected. It's about nine inches long and shaped roughly like a human phallus, but with a blunt, scooped tip dripping with honey-colored goo. The whole thing is pink and veiny and very wet, as if it emerged from a cavity in his body. Maybe it did. You take hold of it and it is extremely warm to the touch. It throbs in your palm. And it smells eye-wateringly bad.

You look up at the guard's big belly and his pig-man face and you wonder what the hell you're doing. Then he shifts and you hear the jangling keys and you remember.

Well, you've put worse things in your mouth, you think as you lean forward and wrap your lips around the dripping head of his cock. Your mouth is immediately filled with the heat and the oily, salty-sweet liquid oozing from the hole. You flick it with your tongue and the entire length flexes like the tail of an animal. You stay like that for some time, stroking and teasing with your tongue and your lips. The Gorbonian grunts and groans and obviously enjoys what you are doing, but his hands on your head urge you to do more.

So you blow him. You bob your ovalled lips on his pulgnek. It's humiliating hard work. Your mouth fills with bitter quantities of leaking liquid, but you put in your best effort to make it seem like you're enjoying yourself. Up and down, slurping loudly, tonguing the underside of the Gorbonian's drooling fuck-spear. Your tits jiggle heavily and your hair swishes as you suck him faster and faster. Your left hand reaches from his thigh up to his belt, fumbling while you're sucking until your fingers brush against the ring of keys. Your other hand touches the tubular barrel of his holstered blaster gun.

"So good human," groans the Gorbonian.

His cock seems to be swelling inside your mouth, the head flaring as it prods your throat on each downward stroke of the tight ring of your lips. He must be close to cumming. He's obviously completely distracted by your sucking mouth and the pleasure it's giving him. You could grab the keys and blaster from his belt easily.