One warm July night – four in the morning actually – I was feeling especially horny and brave. I got naked, oiled up my hard cock and stepped outs...ide wearing nothing but a pair of small, thick rubberbands on my smooth shaven balls. (A girlfriend who like to play rough had taught me to like a little squeezing action.) I kicked back naked in a lounge chair and began to slowly massage my slick, swollen meat and tightly bound balls. With one eye on the opposite building, I edged myself to the brink. The woman who welcomed them as they entered had the waspish figure corsets were known to create over time. The almost theatrical flounce of her skirt and absurdly small waist brought to mind the image of a Madame of an expensive French bordello from days past.Her vivid burgundy curls spilled over her shoulder as she looked down at her desk running her finger along the leatherbound book.“Ah, Mr. Zorne, so nice to meet you, I’m Portia Archuletta, thank you so much for your patronage.” She turned. There were two apes in Mars Special Police uniforms standing in my line of sight and one of them was still waling away at my face."I think he's awake," one ape said. It didn't seem to slow his partner down much. The screen on the wall in front of me coming alive did. The face looking at me was one of the judges I had fingered as probably being dirty. Being right should have made me feel better but under the circumstances it didn't for some reason."Mr. Nelson," he said. His look was more than a. He was going in heaven with my dick inside him, and from the hand job I was giving him. Then he came and his hot cum was on my stomach and then I removed my dick and came on his chest. Then this time with a bit of reluctance from his side I made him lick up all the cum from both of our bodies and he admitted that it didn’t taste as bad as he thought to which I smiled. Then I saw his ass was all red and from this hard fucking session it was maybe a bit swollen also, so with the thought of.