A clerk with a desert cart
From Torg Adventure
A hotel clerk pushes a desert tray full of pies, cakes, and pastries into the room. He freezes when he sees you and Hilda.
“Ah, you're here,” you say without slowing your efforts between Hilda's enormous breasts. “Bring the cart over here.”
The clerk looks from side to side, as if expecting something to jump out at him.
You reach into your pocket and pull out a large wad of bills. “Come on, we won't bite.”
He pushes the cart next to you and Hilda. The blonde girl stares up at him blankly, too overwhelmed to know what to think.
You smile at the clerk. “You work with Hilda here, right?”
He nods meekly without taking his eyes off the incredible breasts bouncing wildly in front of him.
“Did you know she was such a dirty girl?”
He shakes his head no.
“Well, you still don't know that.” You press a thick stack of Kronors into his hand. “And nobody else is gonna know either, right?”
The clerk slowly moves his eyes from the titty fucking to his hand. He smiles when he sees the money, then bows and leaves the room.
You shove the rest of the money back into your pocket, then grab Hilda's breasts again. You push faster, loving the feel of her on your cock. “See how much it costs me to cover up what a bad girl you are, Hilda?”
“Yes!” she shouts ecstatically. “I'm a dirty, dirty girl!”
You grab a ladle from the desert cart and dip it into a bowl. You pull out a huge spoonful of chocolate syrup and pour it onto Hilda's face and chest. She thrashes underneath you, clearly getting close to another orgasm. You dip more out and cover her pigtails and bangs with the dark liquid.
“Cover me, sir! Make me dirty!”
Right as she starts another orgasm, you pull your chocolate coated cock out of her breasts and stick the head between her lips. She sucks hard as you pump stream after stream into her mouth. You both scream through intense orgasms.
When you're done you stand up and stuff your cock back into your pants. Hilda doesn't notice that all the chocolate falls off you and never touches your tuxedo. She stands up and tries sort her clothes out, but she's a chocolate covered mess.
The door rattle again as someone unlocks it.
“My wife!” you yell. “Quick! In the bathroom!”
Hilda runs into the bathroom and closes the door. The suite door opens and Suzi walks in, still in her wedding dress. She looks at the chocolate syrup on the floor and laughs.
“Is Hilda's fantasy over yet?”
“Yeah,I think we got through the whole thing.” You snap your fingers.
Hilda walks out of the bathroom with a slightly annoyed smile. She wipes some of the syrup off her cheek and flicks it onto your face. “I don't think there was *that* much chocolate sauce in my fantasy!”
“Did you like it?” you ask.
“That's not the point!” says Hilda as she and Suzi break up laughing.
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