New (old material 10) Whores get hosed

“You’ll get a chance to prove it alright,” Felicity promised Casey, “right away.”
“How?” Anya asked, noticing that Ilona was once again wielding one of the Ordus girls’ discarded guns.
“We have ways of making them talk.” Ilona sounded quite menacing, but at least she wasn’t aiming the gun at anyone, “About everything that we want to know.”

“And how do you know that we won’t lie?” Emma asked. It was one of those annoying questions which implied either that she was sincere in her defection, or that she wasn’t but was trying to appear as such.
“Because you’re not stupid enough to try it,” Ilona informed her blonde captive, “you know that we know quite a big deal about your crazy little cult, but you don’t know what we know.”
“Besides,” Felicity chimed in, “I’m certain that we can add an incentive to make you tell us everything.” She said nothing more, but put on a saucy smile and turned her head towards Jack and Sean.

The whole band of nude men and women, the former covered in sweat and the latter in a mixture of sweat and jizz, now set off through the underground facility, with Felicity leading the way and the two prisoners just behind her, followed in turn by Ilona who kept her gun levelled at the twosome, while the Anya, Gemma and the studs brought up the rear.

Soon enough, Anya found herself standing with the others in a room littered with monitors and large machines which beeped mechanically while various bulbs and lights lit up in an irregular pattern. In the centre of the small were three metal beds, flat and cold surfaces flanked by worn leather straps.
Felicity steered the two captives towards the beds, and the naked, voluptuous women made no attempt to resist as they were strapped and secured onto two of the beds, each of them acting as though the situation was not entirely foreign to them.
Winking at Anya as she laid on her stomach on the bench/bed, her heavy tits pressed so that their firm flesh spilled out across her sides, Emma waited patiently as small, brightly coloured wires were taped onto her wrists, ankles and temples.
Anya suddenly turned her gaze from Emma and Casey and looked at Gemma, who was standing in between Sean and Jack, the two men making her seem quite small in comparison to their tall, bulging frames, all three of them captivated by the process taking place right there under their inquisitive gazes.

Letting her gaze linger on the erect cocks of the two men, Anya then resumed gawking the procedure being played out between the four former Ordus girls, and was baffled to see that Ilona and Felicity had now brought out what looked to be four metal dildos, with a multitude of wires attached to their bases.
Each dildo looked as if it was about a foot in length and at least a good couple of inches of in circumference, and one each of them was now inserted into the pussy and asshole of each of the two prisoners, who squirmed as they felt the fat tools being fed into their lubricated holes.
Opposite to the three beds there was a massive screen mounted onto the wall, and Anya would have wondered what it was for if she hadn’t already been flabbergasted by the presence of the dildos.

“These sluts are strapped to a lie-detector,” Felicity suddenly informed her, having recognized from her perplexed look that the warrioress was in dire need of an explanation, “and the more truthful their answers, the more the fake cocks will vibrate.”
“Yes, it makes them a little more cooperative,” Ilona chimed in, just as she finished securing the dildo up Casey’s asshole, “I invented the system, course you don’t need the lie-detector to activate the dildos…”
“That isn’t the only thing we’ve got planned though,” Sean suddenly cut in, looking straight at Anya in a way that would have made her nipples stiffen if not for the fact that they already were stiff, “we’ve got a little something lined up for you, if you don’t mind?”

“Oh, and what would that be?” Jack suddenly began to take part in the conversation, the sight of him and Sean suddenly facing each other with Gemma doing her best to follow their exchange as she stood between them was somewhat comical to Anya, who had a hard time imagining that whatever they had planned for her would put her in any peril. But she appreciated how protective of her that Jack suddenly appeared to be.
“It’s alright,” Anya soothed Jack and then turned towards Felicity, adding “So what am I supposed to do?”
“Just follow me…” Sean flashed Anya a smile and then led her out of the odd machine-room, the naked stud suddenly having taken up a more assertive role than he had seemed to hold before.

After at first having given Gemma and Jack a reassuring nod, Anya turned on her heels and set out behind Sean, following him on his walk through the facility.
It was around this point that Anya realized that the small research station encompassed more than just one floor, as she now got to follow Sean in descending down two flights of stairs, into a darkness which constantly disappeared just as the two of them were about to step into it, to be replaced by the stark illumination of the ceiling lamps.

At this point, Anya was beginning to wonder about where she was being taken. Part of the reason for the awkwardness that she felt as they continued their fast-paced stroll was the fact that she had left her sword behind earlier, and she was beginning to feel naked without it.
Of course, she actually was naked, but that didn’t bother her in the least, particularly not when her current company was brought into the equation.

“Where are you taking me?” Anya asked Sean, hoping that she might manage to pump him for a little information.
“You’re going to help out with the interrogation,” Sean assured her, “you ever heard of cameras?”
“Not really,” Anya admitted.
“They’re old machines which record what happens in front of them,” Sean told Anya, “and in this case they’ll show those things happening on the screen which the Ordus sluts are strapped in front of. It’s a nice little procedure that the three of us worked out in case of a situation pretty much identical to this one ever occurring.”
“And they’re going to see you and me fuck?” Anya asked hopefully. She was becoming quite addicted to the sensation of having a big, fat cock rammed to the hilt inside of her or to feel thick sprays of warm jizz splattering against her skin.
“You’ll see…” Sean promised her, walking on and completely ignoring the wet sound that could be heard as Anya’s latest question had caused a nicely sized dose of pre-cum to come jetting out his urethra, from where it cut its way in a several yard long arch until it finally hit the wall that was coming up in front of them.
The pair of them now took a right-turn, and soon enough Anya found herself in a large, white-tiled room completely devoid of any furniture.

At Sean’s behest, Anya sauntered up to one of the dozen or so nozzles that were protruding from the top of the wall, and let out a surprised squeal when water suddenly shot out from the nozzle.
Anya soon got used to being doused in perfectly heated water though, even if Sean regrettably resisted her invitation to join her in enjoying the spray, and soon all the jizz had been washed from her body.

Now washed clean, beads of water having replaced the rich reserves of cum in gleaming against the tanned colour of her smooth skin, Anya accepted a towel that Sean had brought for her and used it to rub herself dry, Sean now taking the chance to run his hands through her wet pubes.
“I look forwards to removing these,” he informed her, “but sadly we’re pressed for time.”

After that, Anya was led by Sean into an adjoining room, which turned out to be immaculately furnished with a nice wooden desk with a stuffed chair in front of it and the single largest bed that she had ever seen spreading itself out not far from the desk.

“Here,” Sean pulled open one of the desk’s drawers and pulled a very skimpy garment which he tossed to Anya, “put this one while I go activate the cameras.”
Holding the article of clothing up in front of her, Anya couldn’t help but think that Sean would have to work fast if he was to return before she’d manage to put it on.

When Sean came back into the room he was surprised to see that Anya had done a little more investigation around the room and had pulled open the second drawer on the desk. The drawer was hanging open, and Sean was confronted with the peculiar sight of the blonde-warrior maiden losing her balance and collapsing onto the floor of he room in an uncoordinated heap after attempting to try on a pair of shoes.

Anya looked up at Sean with a lost expression on her face as the man surveyed her spirited attempts.

‘How do women ever walk in these things, before the Happening or after it? I nearly broke my ankle.’

Sean chuckled. Anya had on a pair of ankle-length black shiny plastic-looking boots with high, six-inch platform soles and stiletto heels. Her old boots were on the floor next to her, functional but currently unloved.

‘I believe they were called stripper heels,’ ventured Sean, ‘not recommended for those that wish to run before they can walk, so to speak.’

‘It doesn’t seem to stop the Ordus girls,’ said Anya in mild pique as Sean helped her to her feet, thinking of the sublime balance and deportment of Emma and Casey in their various outfits.

‘They’re something of a different breed to you, Anya.’

‘Same species though. If they can do it so can I. Anyway, I want to look more feminine.’

‘Trust me, you’re feminine,’ said Sean, ‘you’re one of the most accomplished dick-drainers I’ve ever seen.’

‘I’ve two things to say to that,’ said Anya, starting to grip hold of the thick, pulsating rod that was jutting from Sean’s groin and stroking it purposefully, rolling her wrist expertly as he fingers clasped around the angry head, ‘firstly, if I act like it, I might as well look like it too. And secondly…’ at this, Anya looked down and relished the sight of the rivulet of clear, sticky fluid that was pouring from the tip of Sean’s cockend and dripping through her fingers, ‘I’ve seen no evidence that this hard hunk of cockmeat can ever be drained dry…’

Sean drew in a sharp gasp a Anya’s practiced hands began to milk him with a double fisted grip which showed that in this department she rather more excellent co-ordination indeed. Looking at her, he saw that garment that he had given the warrior fitted her perfectly, that was to say, it revealed a great deal of her stunning body to perfection. The lift that the platform-heeled shoe had given her legs was substantial, and although before he had noticed Anya’s very long, slender but toned legs, honed from an upbringing on mountain trails and harsh landscapes, now they were even more attenuated with the sleek muscles on her calves and thighs now standing out against the honed contours of her legs. Above this Anya was wearing a bodysuit that fitted around her torso and abdomen, a figure-hugging black number with a dim shine and a zip that went from her pubic mound up over her belly, so tight that it cleaved to her tightly-etched stomach muscles, pulled tightly against the place where it met the top of the suit which plunged down through her incredible cleavage. The inner swell of both of her huge, bronzed tits could be seen shining in the light of the room, making Sean’s mouth water.

Back in the interrogation room, the camera link up had been activated and now the fivesome were able to view Sean and Anya’s interaction with no little interest.

‘Now,’ said Felicity, turning her attention fully to her two slutty captives, ‘seeing as we’re all friends I see no reason why this whole operation shouldn’t be pleasurable for everybody. You are from the Ordus facility, are you not?’

‘Yes,’ Emma and Casey both replied at once. The end of the word turned into shrieks of pleasure from both of them as immediately both of the phallic truth tools that were lodged in their pleasure tunnels zipped into operation, vibrating with low hums.

Jack found this to be extremely erotic and the accompanying squirt of precum that escaped from the tip of the heavy, vein-ridged tube of cockmeat jutting in front of him attested to this. The rapid splash sped from his dick and glazed a screen of readouts with clear fluid.

Felicity raised an eyebrow, but kept her eye fixed on Emma and Casey. ‘Jack, please, that’s very expensive instrumentation.’

On the screen Anya had sunk to her knees and was performing an extremely ambitious fellatio on Sean, both of her hands kneading his balls in rapid synchronisation, pulling the elastic skin of his scrotum downwards as she impaled her gorgeous face on the slick shaft, bubbles of saliva surging over her lower lip as her ravenous maw struggled to come to terms with the immense shaft.

In the interrogation room both Emma and Casey were whimpering, the chrome-coloured shafts humming in a subdued tone in their orifices, looking up at Sean and Anya’s performance on the screen. Gemma noticed that Emma had her teeth clenched tightly together while her colleague was emitting a low whine.

‘Please ask us another question!’ Casey finally pleaded, ‘this feels so good in my ass!’

‘Why does the Ordus cult want me dead?’

‘They hate the way you treat men as equals!’ shrieked Emma.

‘You helped test subject Sean escape!’ gasped Casey.

‘You tried to sabotage the milking facility!’ Emma continued.

This bout of confession had the effect of ratcheting up the output of the dildo-truth devices and all four of the tools kicked into a medium-pitched whine, buzzing happily in the snug confines of the two gorgeous babes’ holes.

‘My ass feels so good!’ cried Casey.

‘Very nice darling, but that wasn’t a question,’ responded Felicity with a smirk, I believe we were onto the subject of the milking facility.’

On the screen, Anya could be observed sloppily deepthroating Sean, a huge gluey beard of precum and saliva bubbled hanging lazily in almost comic fashion from her chin, dangling to and fro and she hammered her head back an forwards against the blunt tool. Much of it was lodged in her throat and had they had the benefit of sound, those inside the interrogation room would have been able to hear a series of ragged emissions from the back of Anya’s throat as she gagged herself on the massive cumtube. The sight made both Gemma and Ilona’s mouths salivate copiously and Jack was not surprised to see both girls edge closer to him and place their hands around his weeping cock.

‘You see, girls, here we get as much cock as we want,’ Felicity said, commenting on Ilona and Gemma’s recent movements, ‘not like in the Ordus facility, where all those big-dicked studs are being kept from you in the milking room. Now, how many are there?’

‘Thirty-six!’ gasped Emma as her ass and pussy were pummelled, the truth-devices finding another gear. The recent change in speed by the machinery had the effect of making both her, and her colleague’s asses vibrate. The juicy jiggling flesh made Jack’s cock stir again, and he released another sloshing gout of precum into the air accompanied by an approving sound from Ilona. The flash of fluid flew over the prone bodies of Emma and Casey and fastened stickily against a framed photograph of Felicity and Ilona that was perched on a tabletop.   

‘That’s a lot of dick,’ said Felicity professionally, ‘and it’s certainly better off in my hands rather than the Ordus girls’. But there's a great deal to do before then. Last question. Do the both of you now promise to renounce your oaths to the Ordus and join us here?’

‘Yeeeessss!’ cried Emma and Casey, their united response being accepted as eminently true, sending the dildos into overdrive and the girls into delirious orgasms. At this Ilona and Gemma joined in to furiously jack Jack to completion.

Felicity was suddenly at a loss about what to do next, now that the interrogation was over. The room was filled with the shrill screams with which Emma and Casey testified the intensity of their dildo-induced orgasms, both of the supremely voluptuous women jerking against their bonds as their girl cum leaked out onto the gleaming surface of the two slabs of metal to which they had been strapped.
Drowned out by the louder volume of the two reformed Ordus girls’ screams was the flapping sound caused by Ilona and Gemma jerking the foreskin of Jack’s uncircumcised cock back and forth, each thrust of their hands provoking a thick tendril of pre-cum to be jettisoned from the blunt tip of his engorged, vein-corded member.

It was watching the two busty sluts working their magic on Jack, each of them whacking his member with a slender hand while they stood beside him, as naked as he was, their massive, rounds tits wobbling softly as they thrust their hips back and forth with equally soft movements, their small, dark nipples engorged and hard and their pussies gleaming wet while the jizz which Jack and Sean had previously pumped onto their bodies was glistening in a most appetizing manner against the backdrop of their tanned skin, that gave Felicity the inspiration needed to determine where she could best contribute to the general air of depravity in which the room was already inundated.

Managing to gain Ilona’s attention, something which wasn’t easy since the magnificent dark-skinned minx with her huge, perfectly shaped tits, her splendidly chiselled stomach and hairless slit which revealed her aroused state by the thin strings of gleaming wetness which adorned her labia was currently quite preoccupied with ensuring that her loving, thorough strokes were perfectly synchronized with Gemma’s, Felicity flashed her salacious partner a smile which must have broken some sort of record for lewdness and general indecency.

Ilona returned Felicity’s suggestive smile with one that was equally bawdy, and then watched her friend drop down onto her knees, directly in front of Jack, the brunette being supremely confident of Jack being able to cover the distance of five feet that separated them with his ejaculation.

Jack caught hold of what was going on, and with his cockhead aimed squarely at Felicity he surprised everyone of the three nude vixens by letting out a soft but determined “Picasso” which caused the steady pulsing of pre-cum to end abruptly.
Suddenly, none of the three women moved, Gemma and Ilona having become instantly by the way in which Jack’s member ballooned against the palm of their hands, the huge dick’s trunk suddenly seeming to add an inch or so in girth, while Felicity did whatever she could do brace herself in preparation of the oncoming sticky onslaught which Jack’s saying of the codeword would doubtlessly result in.

Felicity tensed up as something white and glossy suddenly appeared through the distended pisshole of Jack’s penis, but when the single rope of cum harmlessly flew about three inches before dropping quite impotently to the ground she relaxed and had little choice but to release a short giggle in reaction to what had just transpired.
Felicity was still giggling when a massive spluttering sound announced the release of more than a gallon of cum, which was pumped out in one continuous flurry which made it seem as though Jack would have no difficulties finding employment as a fire hose.

Gemma and Ilona could do nothing but stare in complete awe as the flying wall of jizz closed in on Felicity, who was lifted of the ground and slung a few feet backwards when it hit her.

Grabbing hold of his own member, Jack made certain that his release of sperm was still hitting Felicity’s curvaceous shape, the brunette’s ecstatic screams being drowned out by the splattering cacophony of her being showered in thick balljuice. Still, she would no doubt later make sure that all of her lovers would know that she had been brought to climax in this particular manner.

Then Jack said the codeword again before turning his head first at Gemma, then at Ilona, informing them that “I’m not finished, so get on your knees.”
Obediently, Gemma and Ilona got down on their knees, sitting shoulder to shoulder as Jack placed himself in front of them, the tip of his cock jutting up and down in front of their faces as the build-up of jizz was making his member twitch and hurl. And then Jack grunted out the word “Picasso” again, and Gemma and Ilona suddenly became inhabitants of a world that was white and very sticky.

Anya and Sean might no longer have had the undivided attention of everybody in the room, but Emma and Casey kept their gazes locked upon the screen as they grunted and moaned in response to the fake cocks which were still hammering their snug anuses, both of the horny women salivating at the sight of Anya having managed to deep-throat the entirety of Sean’s massive member, the length of the slab of cockmeat being such that it wouldn’t have been surprising to Anya if the head of the gargantuan one-eyed beast had tickled her lungs.
She had a definite inclination to call out Sean’s codeword, but that was hard to do as long as his schlong was embedded in her throat, but she could console herself with the fact that this situation was giving her ample of exercise at breathing through her nose.

Finally, Sean took command of the situation by pulling out of Anya’s mouth and throat and let his cock get a few good jerks before the jizz came flying out to spatter Anya, beginning her transformation back into her previous state of being thoroughly cum-soaked.

Up in the control room, Jack’s ejaculation had ended, the lengthy release of semen having been completed seemingly without damaging any valuable equipment.
“Oh,” Gemma began as she surveyed the state that Jack’s cumshot had left her and the others in.
“My,” Felicity continued, panting in the afterglow of her world-shattering orgasm.
“Fuck!” Ilona cried out, too flabbergasted by what had happened to have heard what Felicity and Gemma had said.
“So, what do you girls want do next?” Jack asked nonchalantly, while turning his gaze towards the large screen.


Less than ten minutes had gone by since Anya had first put on her new outfit when she now stood up on unsteady stripper-heeled feet and began to pull the zipper of her body-hugging suit downwards, exposing more and more of her succulent, tanned flesh to Sean and doing so in a slow pace which both of them found to be equally agonizing and arousing.

Instantly upon donning the suit, Anya had fallen in love with it. It wasn’t just the way in which the glossy fabric cut in between her buttocks to push the two orbs apart which had brought forth this emotional response to it, but also how it stretched itself over her torso in general, clamping in around her sensitive pussy and allowing her almost as sensitive nipples to be fully outlined under it, the tender buds being constantly teased by the flexible material.
In her aroused state, Anya’s clit was sticking out ever so slightly between the lips of her soppy cunt, and this combined with the snugness of her new article of clothing meant that every move she made caused her to experience pure, unadulterated bliss as her clit was rubbed and softly pressed.

At first, Anya had been sending Sean a glance which would make most men weak at the knees, but now she broke their eye-contact as both of them followed how the valley between her amply sized breasts was revealed, one millimetre at a time.

“You think that I have to take this off for you to be able to fuck me in the ass?” Anya asked Sean, not wishing to fully remove her wonderful new attire. As an added bonus, her query provoked a powerful release of pre-cum to shot out from Sean’s cumhole.

Cum was dripping steadily from the tip of Jack’s dick with all the regularity of a tap that hadn’t been properly turned off, and the tip-tap of the sticky fluid that was escaping from the huge cockend and aggregating into a white puddle at his feet was now the only thing that could be heard in the room. A blanket of silence had descended as the occupants of the interrogation chamber tried to come to terms with what had just happened. The buzzing hum of the dildos that were entrenched in Emma and Casey’s assholes was finally quiescent, as were both of the big-titted girls, each of them breathing heavily in the aftermath of their considerable climaxes, their eyes still riveted on the large screen in front of them which featured Anya and Sean indulging in their tryst.

The room looked as if it had been waylaid by a blizzard and a tornado all at once, seeing as if Jack was the only one who had managed to remain standing and that a carpet of white had been spread over much of the surface of various tables, computer screens and instrumentation.

Gemma and Ilona had had the front of their torsos, their tits, abdomens, shoulders, necks and faces completely whitewashed, and were as motionless as they had been when preparing themselves for Jack’s monumental explosion except now it was because of pure shock rather than because they were posing as appealing targets. From Emma and Casey’s point of view behind the girls, nothing had changed; Gemma and Ilona’s backs were dry as bones. From Jack’s point of view, even the deep grooves that comprised the tightly sculptured abdominal muscles of Ilona’s midriff had been obliterated by the even pasting of semen that now adorned the megaboobed slut’s stomach. Gemma, who was getting quite used to this sort of treatment by now, finally started to laugh, her mouth closed and the sound coming through her nostrils as the upper half of her body started to shake.

On the screen, Sean was sitting on the bed with his legs trailing off, each foot planted on the floor and Anya had mounted him facing away from him, her back towards him. Her platform heeled shoes too were planted on the floor and splayed apart on either side of Sean’s broad legs, the long, slender limbs nearly fully extended as the warrior balanced herself in readiness to ride the huge man.

Sean’s large hands were gripped around either side of her slender waist, and his towering dick was sitting monumentally erect, a hugely stiff tower of throbbing meat which Anya, with one hand in front of her stomach, was busy fondling, grasping the slick, meaty cockend. Enjoying the feeling of catching the blunt head of Sean’s immense shaft between her fingers and rolling her fingers nimbly around the coating of clear fluid on the head, Anya cooed as she directed the gargantuan, near-fist sized crown of firm meat towards her asshole.

Feeling the wet head sit flush against her puckered rectum, Anya sighed, took a moment to steady the shaft and then drove herself down, plunging savagely until the thick cockend popped satisfyingly against her ring of muscles and scalding tube of veiny meat penetrated the snug confines of her readily accepting anal canal. Impaling herself on the monster shaft, drawing a deep gasp from Sean, Anya forced her ass downwards, determined to have all twelve inches of the pulsating fuckstaff swallowed into her tightest hole. Her huge tits had been released from the confines of the tight bodysuit and now the two massive, gloriously shaped orbs were jiggling wildly on her chest, the pair of huge jugs so firm that they never lost form and sat high and perfect. The rest of her costume as hanging open and had peeled off the front of her in order that the zip had been able to have been pulled down fully so that Sean had access to her asshole.

Settling herself into a spirited rhythmic bucking, Anya inclined herself forwards and locked her arms between her thighs, supporting her weight and pressing onto the comfortable cushioning of the mattress in front of her. Or so she thought. When she looked down, she realised that what she had take to be the firm bed was actually Sean’s two humongous balls, the pair of massive testes ballooning out under her hot honey box like an obscene cushion, and that she was pressing the palm of her hands into the two fat testicles. Smiling, she used her fingers to massage Sean’s immense plums, drawing huge satisfaction from the heat emanating from the pair of improbably sized balls.         

Back in the interrogation room someone had recovered sufficiently to speak. It was Felicity.

‘Fuck, Jack.’

Felicity was now sitting in a chair. It had taken her a while to figure out why then she realised that Jack’s initial cumblast had smacked into her with such force that it had plucked her from her knees, the velocity and trajectory of the blast lifting her up, carrying her bodily and flinging her with a wet smack into a chair next to a control panel, where her hands came to rest upon the arms of the seat.     

‘I’ve never seen loads like it, Jack,’ Felicity said.

‘You can say that again,’ offered Ilona, using her index fingers to clear gouts of cum from her eyes. Her long eyelashes had acted as shelves upon which neat globules of semen sat in fat ropes.

‘Yes, but I designed him,’ said Felicity, ‘which makes me curious as to what I did so right…’

Felicity surveyed the room, and help her hands palm upwards in a gesture of amazement. ‘I mean, look at this place! Jack, I want to do some tests on you. Immediately. You four, hit the showers. They’re in the adjacent room to Sean and Anya. If you hurry down you’ll be able to catch the finale of their performance in the flesh, so to speak. Jack and I have work to do.’

At this, Ilona rose from her knees, and released the restraints on Casey and Emma, also withdrawing the huge chrome-coloured dildos fro their pussies and assholes. Tender but now definitively loyal, the two ex-Ordus girls took a look around the cumsplattered room, then at each other, and then at Jack.

‘I think I’m going to like it around here,’ Casey said.

‘Me too,’ smiled Emma.  

‘Good girls get plenty of cock,’ smiled Felicity, ‘but not right now. You three –Gemma too - follow Ilona to the showers. She’ll show you where you can get dressed afterwards. I’m fairly sure you’ll find something to your liking.’

As the foursome made their way out of the room, giggling to each other, Jack stepped over to Felicity. Felicity fished on the desk and produced a pair of fashionable, black-rimmed spectacles and put them on in order to observe Jack’s appendage more clearly.

Jack stood in front of the massive titted brunette, interested at how the massive-titted brunette scientist would examine him.

‘This wasn’t just a ruse to get some alone-time with me, was it?’ Jack ventured as Felicity grasped his still pulsating shaft and lifted it up to inspect it.

‘Yes and no,’ said Felicity with a small smile curving up one side of her mouth. ‘I’m genuinely very intrigued at what you’re producing, Jack, but I haven’t appraised the modifications for a while and there’s every chance I might be able to tweak you ever so slightly in little ways to improve your performance even further. But alone time’s nice too…’

A little twist was all it took for Jack to emit a single creamy pulse of semen directly in Felicity’s face. The splash of viscous cum obscured the lenses of the scientists’ glasses, although if they hadn’t have been Jack would have been able to observe the boobed slut roll her eyes theatrically – though appreciatively, at the further intrusion of jizz onto her face.
‘Ja-aack…’ Felicity said, smiling in mock annoyance.

Looking up at him, Felicity went to remove the glasses with her free hand and found to her surprise that she actually had to tug the frames hard to free them from her face. The splatter of extremely thick semen had had the effect of gluing them to her face.

‘Ok,’ sighed Felicity, ‘let’s go to the proper place for an examination, if you can stop cumming on me for just one minute here. Follow me.’

Felicity pressed a button on the console and a door which Jack ha previously not noticed opened up on the other side of the room. Felicity got up from her chair – complete with a sloppy sucking sound as her delightful ass disengaged from the slimy pool of hot semen in which she had been seated, and led Jack by his cock through over the threshold.

‘Hopefully, I’ve left change of clothes in here for me. And promise me, whatever happens, you don’t blow your load again the second you see me in them…’

On the screen behind them, Sean was about to do just that to Anya….