SSB CORP MALE CUNI CLEA
From Create Your Own Story
The second she pulls away from your tongue you feel an orgasm coming on, and you stand up quickly, pressing the head of your cock against her tight ass as you jerk off. She pushes her ass back, wiggling against your penis, ready for your thick load, and she doesn't have to wait long. You cum so hard you nearly buckle, painting her gorgeous little butt with cum. Most of it lands on her soft cheeks, but some shoots up or back or lands on her asshole. As the ropes grow shorter she leans in, placing her tongue on the tip of your penis, desperately trying to get all of your cum. You cum for what feels like hours, leaving rope after rope on her butt, and when it finally ends you look down at your handiwork and get to work. You bend down to your knees and start licking again, cleaning your own cum off her. She moans that you're a nasty thing, which you take as a compliment as you lick up the jizz off her back, her cheeks, her crack, her asshole. Eventually not a drop of cum remains on her, and you spin her around and give her a nice cummy kiss before you both collapse to the floor.
After a moment of heavy breathing you stand up and help Lydia to her feet. She thanks you, suddenly the bashful girl again, and quickly redresses, handing you a few towelettes she had in her lab coat pocket. You wipe your dick and put your clothes back on, slowly, trying to savor her eyes wandering over your naked body. When you are dressed she stifles a giggle.
"What's funny?"
She doesn't respond, and instead points to a camera fixated on the two of you. As soon as you look at it the camera swivels away very conspicuously. "I guess Martha got a good show, that old pervert."
The camera slowly swivels back to you, and you give a little bow. If Martha has a response to this, you hope you never find out. Instead you look back to Lydia and say, "So, doctor, I have a question."
She smirks, "Yes, Mr. Atwood?"
You let it slide, after a performance like that she could call you anything. "Where does a girl your age learn to do that?"
At that she laughs and says, "How old do you think I am?" Before you can answer, she hands you her id card.
DR. LYDIA ALBRIGHT. SYMBIOSIS ENTERPRISE'S TECHNICIAN CLASS 2. SYMBIOSIS ENTERPRISE'S MEDICAL STAFF CLASS 4. YEARS OF ACTIVE EMPLOYMENT: 14. AGE: 47
"Wait, what?"
She giggles again and takes her card back. "I've been on anti-aging medications for the last 35 years."
"Damn, that's an expensive habit to keep going that long. Working for the Syms must pay well?"
She shakes her head. "Barely pays shit. Unfortunately for me it's a bit of a medical necessity, so Symbiosis pays for it and I work as their indentured slave. You see, when I was 12 raiders kidnapped me and forced to work in a brothel, and they gave me anti-growth pills to keep me suitable for a certain flavor of perverts." She winks, "Not unlike yourself, no?" She giggles to herself. "Eventually Symbiosis wiped them out, and took me on. I'm happy to work for them, partially because they saved me, and partially because if I ever stop taking this medication I'll die within weeks."
"Fuck, that's- that's awful. I'm sorry."
She shakes her head and smiles, "Trust me, captain, you may not have realized it but I came onto you long before you picked up on it. For a moment there I thought I'd have to spell it out to you, but you took the bait." She winks, "I'm good at getting what I want." Your mind wanders to your now aching cock, and you can't help but agree. In a moment she drops her playfulness and says, "Captain Corbin Atwood, you are cleared for entry." And without a word, she turns and leaves you, confused and exhausted on the landing pad. You look back up at the camera, which, seeing there isn't going to be any more sex, slowly turns away from you.
You need to go find your contact, but where do you look for him?
