That was it. He howled like a bear and arched his back up, driving every last ounce of his cock into my body. I saw stars and could feel four huge pulses from his shaft. Deep inside my body I felt the cum boil over. My cock was trapped between our bodies and the pressure on it was intense. I gasped and said the most stupid thing ever to him, "knock me up with your baby, Scott. BREED ME!" I yelled it at the top of my lungs. His only recourse was to clamp his mouth down on mine to shut me up. As he tongued me my orgasm continued, I clamped down on his dick as hard as I could -- and when he thrust in again I couldn't breathe or see. My eyes rolled back in my head and I only saw darkness. I fucking passed out during an orgasm. What a pussy.
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I slept like the dead for 10 hours. I woke up to a start. It was bright in the room, like all the lighs were on. Scott was shaking my shoulder. He was fresh out of the shower and had his phone in his other hand. He had water dripping from his body and a loose towel around his waist, barely hanging from his hips.
"Get up Jason! Come on! Shake-a-leg dude!" he said with agitation under his voice. I pulled my head groggily off he pillow and looked around. I knew I was still in my hotel in Colorado with my boss, Scott Banks. I looked around the room quickly and blinked due to all the light. The drapes were open and white light shone in from outside.
"What's going?" I said in a groggy voice.
"The airport is open and our flight leaves for Vegas in an hour. We have to make that flight. I have customers I have to see today," he said with excitement.
I lay there trying to get my bearings. I am not so good in the morning. Scott reached over and pulled off the covers, grabbed me and started pulling me out of bed. I realized I was nude and tried to cover up my crotch.
"Hey, dumbass, I have seen everything you have to offer. No need to hide it now. Get your ass in the shower quick."
I stumbled to the bathroom and as I started to turn the corner, Scott said, "dude your ass is covered in cum, it looks like a glazed donut back there."
I could feel the strain on my ass. But it felt better than yesterday. I showered in record time, brushed my teeth and put on deodorant. I had only been in the bathroom for 3 or 4 minutes. When I got back into the room, Scott had his bag packed and was almost done with mine. He had already laid out clothes for me to wear. I found that funny. Nobody had done that since I was in grade school.
I dropped my towel and tried to find my underwear, but Scott apparently forgot to put them out. "Underwear?" I said quickly to him.
"Don't bother with them when you are around me, baby. I want you commando," he said as he saluted me.
I turned to dig in my bag for some boxers, when Scott came up and pushed me away and started closing my suitcase. "No time, hurry and get dressed Jason."
I grabbed my dress pants and pulled them up. My cock felt weird rubbing against the inside of my pants, almost like I was naked. I started to bone up a bit. I pulled on my dress shirt, apparently I wasn't wearing undershirts either. And there was no tie to be seen. Definitely not what I would have picked, but I was being dressed by my boss today.
I hurried with my socks and shoes, almost surprised to see he let me wear socks. After I pulled on my suit coat we were out the door 45 seconds later. At the elevator, he ran his fingers through my wet hair, styling it for me. "What the fuck, dude, I can do it myself," I said somewhat annoyed with how the morning was turning out.
Scott had checked us out of the hotel already, and we raced to the airport on a shuttle bus. When we finally boarded the airplane, I was harried. Scott, on the other and, looked perfect and was settling into his seat next to mine. He rubbed his hand down my leg and smiled at me. He kept some pressure on his hand as it got to my knee.
"When we get to Vegas, I want you to check into the hotel for us. Get two separate, but adjoining rooms. I want you to take the morning off and do whatever you want, but get some rest. You look like a wreck."
I smiled at him with a weary expression. "Thanks, that will help."
The flight attendant had passed around orange juice and our tray tables were down, and Scott still kept his hand on my leg. More passengers came on the plane. Scott must have moved us up to first class, and I was happy for the extra room. I looked over at him and said, "I don't know why I am so tired, I slept forever last night." I took a quick drink of juice.
Scott leaned into me and whispered in my ear. "It is because I'm fucking you to death."
I almost spit my orange juice into the seat in front of us, but choked it down instead. I coughed and had to wipe my face off, but managed to keep my clothes dry.
The flight to Vegas was quick and uneventful. I fell asleep and didn't even touch my breakfast. Scott shook me awake when we were taxiing down the runway in Vegas. The flight attendant brought me a little doggie bag with a breakfast muffin and coffee per Scott's request. Sometimes the guy was very genuine and nice. All except when he got me in bed, then he became very aggressive. Just the thought of that moved some blood to my cock and I felt it roll off my leg and between my thighs. I adjusted myself a bit.
Scott was watching and joked, "you will get used to that."
We grabbed a taxi to the convention center, dropped Scott off and then I was off to the hotel. We were staying at Caesars Palace. I checked in with Scott's requests and was escorted up to my room by a young man. As he walked in front of me with our luggage on his cart, I couldn't help but notice his ass. This guy was very skinny and his legs were long, going right up to a great little bubble but. I wondered what he looked like with his pants off for a moment, and then I wondered what was wrong with me. I never used to think this way -- not ever. What had happened to me in the last 2 days?
Once I got settled in the hotel, I decided to face another demon. My health. I had let Scott cum in me a number of times over the last 2 days. I needed to get checked out. I jumped online and did a quick search of clinics. I was nervous and didn't want to go to a regular hospital or clinic. I didn't want medical records floating around. When I googled Vegas + STD Testing + Anonymous I found a clinic called Popre. I searched and found their website. This was exactly what I was looking for. It seemed legit. I did a quick search under the Better Business Bureau and it came back with a clean record. I called and set up an appointment 2 hours later.
I arrived at Popre at the appointed time. The building was located in an upscale part of town off the strip. The building was professional in nature and I entered. I was greeted by a receptionist and gave her my name (alias for the appointment -- Jay Scott. It only seemed fitting). I paid for the tests up front and was shown into a clinic type facility. A male nurse about my age lead me into a room and told me to strip down and put on a gown. I thought I would only be getting a blood test and told him so, but he assured me that doctor would want to give me a once over.
