Just get it over with

You decide to not create a scene and just get it over with as soon as possible. You can yell at Bobby during the debriefing. So, you take a deep breath and double down on your efforts, bobbing your head over Bobby's cock, massaging his balls and even licking his taint at one point.

While you're doing that, Bobby takes his hand out of your hotpants, seemingly tired of playing with your ass. You're about to let out a sigh of relief, but then you feel the hand move over your waist and wiggle it's way inside of your pants from the other side. You're about to protest, but your partner just pushes your head down on his cock again. "Shhh, don't worry, I'll let you have some fun as well," he tells you.

You feel his fingers explore your folds for a moment, before plunging into your pussy. "Geez, you're gushing down there," Bobby tells you, "you're really enjoying yourself, aren't you? You little slut." Even if you weren't unable to speak because of a hard cock moving in and out of your mouth, you're afraid you couldn't really contradict him, seeing how he's knuckle deep in the evidence right now.

Bobby keeps moving his fingers inside of you, all the while stimulating your clit with his palm and thumb. It takes him less then a minute to get you on the brink of orgasm. You're really getting off on this. The public nature of it all, the rutting pimps and hookers around you, the degradation. Especially the degradation. Mentally you hate the name calling, the presumptuousness of Bobby's actions and the way he's taking advantage of you in such a precarious situation. Your body however is loving it, and you hate your body for reacting the way it does. And that of course makes it even hotter.

Distracted by your own pleasure, you take the cock out of your mouth and lay your head down in his crotch. Your panting, while Bobby's spit covered dick is rubbing your forehead. Your partner isn't to happy about this, as he takes his hand out of your pants. "Oh no, bitch. You're not cumming unless I'm cumming," he tells you, "now get back to sucking." He takes a firm grip of your hair and stuffs his cock back in your mouth. As soon as you start bobbing your head you feel Bobby's hand resume it's work in your pants. However, he isn't penetrating you anymore. Bobby is rubbing your clit hard and forcefully.

With this barrage of pleasure you find it hard to concentrate, so you let your partner take the lead. He pulls on your hair, so you move your head up, and then he pushes you down again to impale your head on his cock again. He's basically masturbating, using your mouth as a fleshlight. It maybe takes only thirty seconds of this before you feel your orgasm washing over you. You let out a deep, guttural moan, and start involuntarily convulsing. This sets of Bobby as well, as you notice warm, salty, gooey cum filling up your mouth. Your bucking movements makes the dick slip out of your mouth. Bobby is not capable to bring up the fine motor skills to put your mouth around his dick again, so instead he just pushes your face down in his crotch and starts grinding his slick, hard cock against your face. Through your orgasmic haze, you are vaguely aware of the globs of sperm being deposited on your face and in your hair. Some of it even getting up your nose.

When your both done cumming, you're laying panting in Bobby's lap, your head still being pushed down against his now softening cock. Bobby jams his fingers up your pussy one last time, and pushes them into your mouth. You instinctively start sucking, tasting your own juices through the lingering taste of your partners sperm. "That's a good girl," Bobby tells you, "that was one of the best blowjobs I've gotten on the job. Truly amaz... Oh, fuck."

"What's wrong," you ask Bobby, while your getting up. You don't need your partner to answer, though, because as soon as your head comes above the table your gaze falls upon Mengucci's table.