Sarah was snoring. I lay knotted and bloated with his semen. The little sperm kept bumping against my insides. At first it tiickled, now it felt like a million bugs were crawling around inside me. I saw the guy's muscular ass as he headed to the bathroom. I half expected him to take me with him and flush me. Perhaps Sarah was collecting the used condoms to see which one I was? Maybe she did care.
Oh, he's back. With his clothing on, I recognize Trevor. Sarah has traded up, or Trevor will fuck any woman who asks him. From the look on his face as he picks me up and shoves me in his pants pocket, I think it's the latter. Sarah will probably be pissed when she wakes up alone. Wonder if Trevor will end up a condom too?
He walks for about 10 minutes. He stops, and rings a buzzer. I hear a heavy door open.
"Ah, Mr. Belmont, here to make another donation?"
" Here it is! " he says pulling you out and offering it to a woman in medical scrubs. He shakes the condom creating a spinning tempest of still not seen inside me. I wanna retch.
"Tch, we don't normally accept condoms. Spermicidal coatings and all," she said with a frown.
"Here's the wrapper, nothing spermicidal, and it's not even a half hour old," Trevor said.
" Well, I suppose I could snip it open and check the swimmers under the microscope? "
Snip? Yikes!