Chapter 27: Chapter 8.4: Journey

   

      So many greedy hands grappled onto her perky flesh. Each finger strobing her skin sent a jolt of electricity down her spine. Journey’s intoxicated mind could barely make sense of all the noise around her. 

      The world was a tapestry of sounds and colors. The thump of the music matched the up and down motion of the server girl between Journey’s legs. The lounge reeked of sweat and pheromones, and Journey could just melt in the arms of all these hairy men. The woman whose face was buried between Journey’s legs had her lips squeezing around her fat erection, she swallowed on the shaft as if it were a delicacy. Her name was something…like Chloe? Truth was that Journey couldn’t remember, all she could focus on was the girls curly brown hair rubbing against her stomach.

      She never understood the fascination with why men loved blowjobs, or hand jobs even, until now. Of course the sensation she was experiencing was a degree above what the average male would ever endure. The bounty thrusting from her womanhood was a seething mass of nerve endings, and tender flesh. The bulbous tip throbbed under duress as the skillful waitress held her grip tightly around the shaft, and wrapped her tongue around the edge with delightful energy. 

      Journey struggled to contain herself, to hold back the load of pressure budding to the surface as the young girl feverishly worked to drain the pipe. Her pixie brown hair was so soft against Journey’s stomach, as she stroked her lips up and down the shaft, that it almost distracted her from the other men begging for attention. It was a majestic sight watching her work. Journey’s legs were visibly shaking under duress, the girl had to anchor her forearms on them just to hold them still. 

      The world slowed around her; Journey watched the server girl deep throating her rod hungrily, going up and down with smooth rhythmic motions. Each gagging reflex somehow heightened Journey’s arousal even farther. 

      Journey desperately wanted the feeling of a man inside her, stirring her up and filling her inner walls to the brim. It wasn’t like there weren’t plenty to choose from, but she rejected them all. Her womb was for her assigned staff officer only, and him alone. She felt a sense of pride preserving this fact. She made this abundantly clear to the seven mercenaries who crowded around her. None of them seemed to object, at first, as long as she could satisfy them another way.

      The voices of all the mercenaries were audible just over the sound of music. 

      “I can’t believe she’s doing this right here,” one of them exclaimed with a rather harsh voice.

      “I want to plow those massive tits.” The statement flowed from the mouth of a younger, more virile soldier. 

      “This bitch is crazy,” Journey heard that more than once from several of them. Somehow it made her even more excited.

      She couldn’t help but wonder where Lora Rookson had gone. Journey failed to spot the crimson red hair amid the gathered crowd. Then again, she had a hard time spotting anything beyond her immediate surroundings. Just as she was about to look over her shoulder, Journey felt one of the mercenaries glorious erections poking against her cheek. She grabbed hold of it quickly, testing its girth, and licked the tip with a careful tongue. She could taste the pre-seminal fluids coating the smooth edge, its taste overwhelmed her senses. Never before had semen tasted so good.

      “That’s right you horny slut, I know you want this. You better swallow every drop.” The soldier moaned as Journey tested his limits.

      A sudden yearning pressure made its way to the surface. It was unlike anything Journey had ever felt before, even during the earlier rampage with the mechanic. The tiny newly grown testicles embedded just below her oviducts, nestled mere centimeters alongside her ovaries, tensed. Both were engorged with newly harvested seed, and the pressure prodded against the linings of her womanly organs. It made things uncomfortable as Journey’s stomach lurched, and her breasts were thrust into the air as her back arched. Journey fought to keep the pressure at bay, just a bit longer.

      Her breasts were so damn sensitive, especially when fondled by someone else’s calloused hands. There was plenty of them to go around, and all the men seemed to enjoy playing with her buoyant flesh. The tiny hairs along her shoulders tickled from all the sweat, and her nipples throbbed in the stark air. 

      Just as she felt someone pinch one of her pink nipples, the soldier she wrapped her lips around erupted fiercely in her mouth. The thick slob bounced off the back of her throat like an avalanche of lava. Journey gagged sloppily, tasting the mans seed with relish as it slowly slammed down her gullet. 

      The soldier’s cries were music to Journey’s ears, “Thats it! Dear god your amazing!”

      Once she was sure she had siphoned his balls dry, Journey slowly pulled away. Just as the tip of his bulge met her lips, Journey licked it one last time before kissing it at the very edge and letting it go free.

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      Everything was shrouded in a cloud of exquisite fog, Journey’s eyes struggled to focus on all the dangling rods around her. Each of the mercenaries had stripped themselves of their jumpsuits, and she quickly moved to the next phallus without hesitating. She savored each of them with a passion only a comfort liaison could provide. All the while, Journey squirmed under the unbearable grasp of the young servers throat. 

      “Holy shit, get a look at this! I think she’s leaking,” one of the mercenaries gasped at the sudden realization.

      Journey looked down her chest to see clear fluids leaking from the tips of her nipples, dripping down the lining of her stomach all the way to her groin. 

      “This is incredible! I wonder if all the comfort liaisons have tits like these?” The mercenaries were fascinated by the sudden development, and couldn’t help but squeeze Journey’s mounds to encourage greater rivers of motherly essence to flow. 

      The men seemed to enjoy the taste of her bounty, she let them nurse from her breasts and they  savored each drop. Having them suckle from her mounds only heightened the pleasure even more. 

      It wasn’t long before a new warmth doused over her shivering flesh. Thin ropes of scorching hot semen erupted from each of the mercenaries cocks, one after another they sent ribbons of carnal fluids all over her face and chest. The sudden heat spilling over Journey’s shoulders pooled along the base of her cleavage, and was then collected in a tall plastic cup. Journey had to wipe away the thick soup from her eyes, although it still weight heavily on her lashes.

      “Now that’s a sight,” The man’s voice was followed by laughter.

      “Get a load of this. She’s a cum queen!” The joke came from another mercenary, the one with a port belly and a wide grin. 

      Journey ignored their tasteless gloats. Bearing the thin plastic cup in her hands, she studied its contents. The clear white fluids reminded her of watered down glue, albeit with a far better taste and smell. She gleefully brought it up to her lips to consume its contents.

      “I can’t believe she’s actually going to drink it!” More than one of the men exclaimed with shock.

      You bet I am, Journey thought to herself as she dipped the cup back. So much collected sperm held the texture of smooth gravy with an overwhelming salty, yet somewhat bitter, aftertaste. It was so warm against the back of her throat, and so thick on the base of her tongue, that she had to fight her gagging reflex. The consistency of the liquids was so sticky that it glommed onto her tonsils, requiring her to swallow several times just to clear her airways.

      The volcano in her loans couldn’t be held back any longer. All the pent up strain finally relinquished just as the server girl took her fully in her mouth. The gagging noise the girl made was exquisite. Journey wrapped her legs around the poor servers head, keeping her in place as a tidal wave of semen rushed down the woman’s tight throat. 

      Coated in sticky fluids, her throat still swallowing all the collected semen, Journey experienced the single harshest orgasm of her life. The world froze around her, lights flashed before her eyes, and Journey dropped the cup as the sudden orgasm consumed her world. She cried out with a thick shriek as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull, and all her joints clenched until going white. The surge of dopamine was so intense, she almost forgot to let the server go. 

      Once her legs finally relented, the girl fell onto the floor, exasperated and gasping for air. A thick trail of left overs coated her lips, and bubbled through her nose. 

      Journey’s manhood grew limp between her legs. Her breasts continued to heave in the air as she slowly sank farther into the cushions of the lounge chair.

      “What a show! I think the bitch is passing out?” The man wasn’t wrong, Journey was very close to just closing her eyes and drifting away. She fought that temptation.

      With a moan she leaned forward, causing the glaze of semen sticking to her breasts to roll down her curves, and motioned for the soldiers to help lift the server onto the table. Journey then spread the girls legs wide, and within seconds her manhood was standing at attention again. 

      “I need more,” Journey’s voice was barely audible over the noise. She laid her erection onto the woman’s stomach, and waited until she could look her in the eye.

      The server girl gave her a pleaful glare with pouty lips. She almost looked frightened, but in a ‘please be gentle’ sort of way. Journey maneuvered her groin against her lower lips, and plunged as deep as she could. The tightness was so harsh it was almost painful for Journey at first. She could feel the woman’s heart beat shuttering around her, and she bit her lip while continuing to plow forward. The sudden warmth grabbed hold of her, and Journey found the pressure almost too difficult to bear. Journey knew there was no way she could hold herself back for long, the woman’s warmth was simply far too much.

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