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Hostile Takeover

Sorry this is a bit on the longer side of my stories. It’s mostly male on female sex with some hardcore futa on male at the end. I hope you enjoy. Please comment what you think below in the comment section. Also check out some of my other stories. The Landlord’s Pet and/or Life on the Ranch seems to be popular amongst the public.

Science-Fiction

Nikita’s elves

First time story didnt know whether to continue it or not so some good feed back is always good.
3 main races on the planet, red blood, blue blood and humes. There were many other races but none in such vastness, for instance the raiders of the north who lived in the mountains and a small entirely female race who lived in shrouded secrecy, the native black elves- very few and lived in the forests their brown skin disguising them from intruders. Many other creatures lived but few others with opposable thumbs.
Nikita was a blue blood elf living on the outskirts of the main city, its high walls sounded by farming villages on one side and sea the other, birds flying overhead carrying other elf’s or precious cargo. Nikita was proud owner of one of the biggest farms, boasting 6 fields of the finest yielding crop over half the land, the gentle vines maintained by en slaved red bloods or half breeds- where red and blue where combined this elf race was, very little survived birth and those not killed soon after where forced into the life of slavery. Unlike others Nikita was mostly kind to her slaves and in turn they worked hard, they all wore simple clothing and lived in the best housing the law would give them. Often they breaded allowing Nikita to have more slaves who learned how to grow crop. Standing at the door of her house hold atop a hill she looked across her surrounding fields. Red women with their pinkish skin tending younglings and crop, their breasts where firm but swayed as they bent over to rid crop of weeds, their children running naked through the crop- this was a better atmosphere then having a scene of whipping and displeasure. Male’s muscles budged as they lifted heavy equipment, their penises dangling below a loin cloth or standing erect by their women and children. This is what Nikita enjoyed the most her slim body was more than enough for them to ‘come to attention’ occasionally treating herself to these pleasures or any of the surrounding. She walked out to the first field exchanging talk with the women about crop and children’s progress in the world, children coming up for help finding their mother, talking to men about wife’s and families as well as the payment and accommodation (very few where used for unconventional purposes). As she carried on through the small gaps in the crop she came across a young male red laying down tugging at his penis.
‘What are you doing young red?’ Nikita asked staring down upon him.
He yelped and stumbled on the ground. ‘I was doing nothing…Ma’lady’
‘ ah but you where young man’ she bent over and lightly touched his penis laying the small three incher in her hand ‘being so rough will achieve nothing’
he looked very embarrassed and shocked as she gently licked the tip and sucked on it. When her mouth came off of it the penis was still small ‘be older before trying again your penis has not developed like others, but feeling the opposite sex is something you should be involved in’ Nikita put her hand under her short skirt and re produced two long fingers covered in a viscous liquid ‘suck them and taste what women taste of’. The boy obliged.
She was soon on her way through the crop going from field to field; it was all to present the amount of sexual frustration in the air. Girls touching themselves young ones humping each other boys feeling girl’s women touching themselves, men receiving pleasures from other women.
Reaching the 5th field children ran to her making her hurry and a birth was about to commence in a hut. She was soon there. The red was her legs spread and stomach bulging her breather short and fast, her face young.
‘Girl you should be too young for this birth’ the girl replied with a scream of pain. Nikita came close and spread the red girl’s legs wider. The juices of passion where spewing from her- no blood because all elves bones where flexible and internals expandable her cervix would be enlarged by this permanently but not by huge amounts. Nikita pushed her long fingers deep in the girl making her scream, she could feel the head, juices now flowed from her pussy and it was not a moment later the foetus made slow but steady progress out. The girl was screaming and breathing heavy but the baby came soon, a little girl red. The new mother was soon holding it, its screams small in comparison to a humes baby. Nikita would question her later, but for now massaged her own reproductive organ- her own juices now on the floor mixing with the red girls- who’s own was raw and stretched but was slowly tightening up again.
As Nikita came closer to her domain on the hill she felt herself grow hotter and hotter her juices soon trickling down her legs. Red children where following up behind her as she reached her house she went indoors and was immediately on hands and knees ‘CHILD!!’ Nikita yelled out most children ran but one hurried forward.
‘Yes ma’am….’ it was worried.
Nikita didn’t care ‘you! Put your hand in here now!’ Nikita indicated her vagina with her finger and soon felt a small fist being pushed in her. ‘DEEPER!! HARDER!!’ the child was sobbing but she didn’t care her walls where being stretched, her juices flowing freely on the floor, her body hot. She began to drool and cry from pleasure as the child fisted her deep.
‘Harder!’ Nikita cried out as the child fisted her harder, her cum now forming a larger and larger puddle on the floor.
Soon after her tenth body rocking orgasm she collapsed on the floor her joints spasming. The child was still there crying from fear of what might happen next. ‘Come here child’ said Nikita- her words mumbled. The child stepped next to her face. ‘Ah a young red girl, you’ll come to this house every evening till I say so, child do not cry it is a good thing you have done. Now go’ and with that the child ran.
I was not expecting this so soon Nikita thought. Blue elves had bodies like Humes, wanting to breed but after the first child the compulsion would stop. Many blue women got pregnant but terminated the child after birth, Nikita wasn’t like them if she had the child she would keep it, but with it came the eternal urges of a human man. So the older she got in her never ending life the compulsion would grow. A compulsion to maintain her race.
The next morning soon came she got up and left the hut to examine her ever growing land. The reds where working hard than ever, but as she approached the first field a messenger speedily arrived and took one knee before her.
‘Dear lady of farm Cheydin’ the boy said to the floor.
‘Yes runner?’ she looked down upon him as he rose to look up at her.
‘Queens’s advisors have sent a warning and advice of keeping red’s as slaves-‘he was cut off.
‘Though the elf’s work my fields do so under my will they are not slaves but workers whom obeyed me. Carry on’ Nikita announced it heavy.
‘Sorry. Red workers are to be tested for a new decease that is spreading. It is beginning to affect them in large proportions and now farm owners are not allowed to trade sla– workers with one another in order to quarantine the infected’.
‘Alright and how do we ‘test’ them for this disease?’
‘simple reproductive test my lady spell of healing upon a open sample it should’nt separate but should stay cloudy and normal as us’.
‘good, what do I do if I come across an infected worker?’
‘a formal issue hasn’t been come up with but as far as the order is concerned they only pass infertility and give half a humes life to who’s infected, it doesn’t transfer to blue blood so it is apparent you may keep the workers but preferably separate from the others. Good day my lady’
and with his finish the runner lightly darted away, probably to another farm.
Nikita paced herself at the front of the first field. ‘Workers of first field!’ her voice echoed out across the first field and the movement of workers stopped and faces turned to her.
‘You must all line in front of the main house please form separate sex lines’.
Soon she was in the main hall of her house with the two lines of reds outside.
‘First male please enter’ one of the red males entered looking very nervous.
‘Well this is a simple test of a spreading disease; all I need you to do is produce a reproductive sample in this’ Nikita produced a small blue elf ceramic cup and handed it to the male.
He pulled his clothe to one side and handled his penis. Not to soon after his muscles tensed and his hard penis erupted a large shot of cum. Nikita’s pussy was already dripping wet as the red handed her the cup she looked at it, it was almost filled she inserted two fingers into it and felt the warm of the cum, she swirled it around and closed her eyes and preformed the spell of healing. The cum stayed cloudy. The red stayed still and quite a few beads of sweat broke on his fore head, his penis already retracted into its sheath and was now hidden behind his clothe. Nikita licked her fingers. ‘You are clear you may resume work once more’.
He exhaled and left. Nikita quickly ‘disposed’ of the cum a small bead of it left on the corner of her mouth which was soon taken by her toung. ‘First female please’
a young red girl came in probably past her 20th winter.
‘testing for an infection I require you to produce reproductive juice into this’ Nikita handed her the same cup now clean of cum and the red girl squatted and began rubbing her bald pussy, little more time than the previous male but she was soon panting for breathe as she orgasmed producing her juice into the cup and onto some of the floor. Nikita preformed the same procedure as the last and the test was negative.
The sun was going down when she finally had finished checking. Ironically only 3 red had turned up with the infection and all surprisingly young reds. 2 female one male one, the male had come from another farm recently and the one of the girls had been infected by him. The other was a more curious case.
‘You will stay in the house grounds; you will not leave the grounds or work on the fields. No contact will be made with any of the others. This is punishable by death.

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Three gods of olympus boy of unimaginable power 2

hello this is a sequel and i tried to take the comments into account and I’d love to get more for my next story in the series. but please, only constructive comments. dont tell me you hate and not why. ofcourse positibe comments are always welcome. thank you i hope you enjoy reading.

Science-Fiction

The Resistance

Ok this one is something I have been slowly putting together in my head. There are two universes, similar only in the fact that they have the same people in them. One universe is at war, a resistance is fighting a dictatorship in a bloody battle. When they lose their leader they use a machine to bring their leader back to them, he’s the same person from a different universe universe 1 is the dictator owned world that is ran by Jay. Universe 2 is a peaceful world where our hero is pulled from.

Science-Fiction

Kelly’s Magical Saterday

 Kelly woke to sun cascading over here perfectly rounded size C breasts, She giggled as she pinched he half-inch light pink nipple and sent a shock throughout her body. It was a Saturday which made it all the better. 
Kelly was 21, lived alone, virgin, not particularly social, but if she was she would have no trouble finding someone to share a bed with. She had long brown almost red hair, ideal size C breasts, pronounced abs and muscles that looked strong but are more sexy than gross, her legs looked chiseled out of marble, and made for a magazine, the year before she went and got all of her body hair lasered off except for the hair on top of her head, her eyebrows and a neat little light brown diamond just above her pussy, everyday she made sure that she washed her face, brushed her teeth, took a long hot shower to get the rest of her clean, among other things to make sure her body was in top condition hygiene wise. She also ate well and exercised daily. All this made her body the fit of the fit, clean of the clean, and miraculously she had absolutely no social life. She never played any organized sports, which made Kelly’s talent in fitness impossible to spot. 
She rolled out of bed obviously horny. She did her daily routine of brushing her teeth, washing her face then she slid into the steam of the shower that took all the trouble of her life away. She had a bench in the shower that she bought for one reason, not to rest her feet, or to catch herself if she fell but to mastrabate.
She put one leg up and one hanging down spreading her legs to reveal first her diamond shaped hair tuft, then her light pink pussy dripping it’s juices. Her clitoris already showing itself begging to be touched. Luck for it she was quick to the spot, first she rubbed her clit in slow small circles, then brought her other index finger and slid it along her pussy lips all the way to the bottom, still wet with pussy juices it made it’s way to Kelly’s asshole and started fingering that. Breathing hard now, she had enough and her clit sent a jolt from her thighs exploding into her stomach and spread across her body erecting her nipples.
She was satisfied with the warm feeling in her stomach that told her it was Saturday, there was more to come. She stood up making sure she washed her hair completely, she stepped out and made her way to the closet still wet and nude with here perfect tight ass chasing behind.
 Her closet was a woman’s dream world of sexual enhancers that she had collected over the years. Kelly had tank-tops that didn’t even cover her nipples, spandex leggings that gave easy access to everything it covered, panties with built in vibrators, and many more items so crazy they can only be described with pure lust. But before she could have any fun she had to exercise, she put on a simple pink sports bra and navy blue pink and white running short shorts. 
She set off on her seven mile loop with a amazingly fit 7 minute mile pace that only got faster as she went. She ran along the desert road the brought her farther into the country of Pase, a suburb just north of San Diego. 
As she ran her breasts, a little loose in her bra swayed freely, her sweat made it’s way to the most protruded part of her breasts, her erect nipples making the fabric soaked as a result, it was ever so slightly see through. Her abs flexing with the jogging rhythm, they looked something like a washing board bouncing to her beat. Her ass pronounced in her tight short shorts, two large mounds made of bronze, she had been tanning nude recently.
When she turned the corner to run into the forest that would put her onto the California beach, she was greeted by her best and only real friend Lauren. Lauren was much like Kelly with B size breasts, long flowing blond hair, perfect body, long legs, virgin, not that social, and intelligent. They talk for a minute, then ran into the woods towards the beach.
The path through the forest was 2 miles long. Kelly and Lauren had run it many times, so many it was quite possible for them to run it blindfolded, but recently a storm had knocked down branches and the river they had to cross was swelling so they had to be careful. They ran through, both secretly admiring each-other. The two were both slightly lesbian but not open about it and longed for a taste of another girls pussy. 
They had ran to the creek that cut through the forest. Then decided to go swimming to cool off. The water was very cool and refreshing soaking both their sports bras, shorts, and panties, not that their panties need any more soaking. Then everything went wrong, Kelly slipped, hit Lauren and both tumbled unconscious down through the rapids.
They awoke in a dim lit damp cave with the only light from a small hole in the top of the wall. The sun was just setting, and at the end of their moss bed was a small plant. Kelly was puzzled by the plant, attempted to stand up and realized she couldn’t move. Their arms and legs were held down by thick green vines. They panicked and struggled against the vines only to come to the conclusion that, they could not move, all their cloths had disappeared, and that they thought the other looked extremely sexy. 
Kelly was raised by the vines 5 feet off the damp moss and face the wall with the hole. Then she panicked as the plant now seen connected to all the vines and was at the center of operations, the plant about the size of a golf ball sprouted a thin stem the thickness of a thin string and slowly grew toward her. She saw the same thing was happening to Lauren. It came up to her bellybutton, attached itself and spiraling around her waist as another stem, this one the thickness of a man’s penis came up quickly, split into two stems, one the same thickness and the other a thin strand that sprouted a bud that flowered into a beautiful pink and yellow flower that closed on her clitoris and started sucking hard, as the thicker stem caressed her slit and Kelly couldn’t help but let out a low moon. The stem that was spiraling around her waist had completely covering her waist and the plant didn’t stop their, it sprout two more thin strands that went straight to her breasts, flowered and closed on her erect nipples and sucked. That was when Lauren lost the battle to hold back her orgasm, screaming,  she squirted pussy juices all over the plant that quickly absorbed the juices and grew to the size of a basketball. Kelly came shortly after her and the plant swelled to the size of a large bolder. Then the plant sprouted one more stem that went to her asshole and thrusted deep in and out repeatedly, the same thing happened to the stem by her pussy, it jammed deep in, taking her virginity, and giving her another amazing orgasm. The vine in her pussy thrusted into her vaginal canal deeper and deeper breaking her cervix, through to her womb, it probed around a little feeling it was fit, a bulge appeared from the plant and rippled toward her. As it past into her pussy it sent a shiver down her spine and gave her a third orgasm. The bulge blasted up into her womb and sprayed white liquid for a seemingly endless amount of time, her belly expanded to hold all the liquid and when it was finally done they looked 10 months pregnant. It spit a small seed in each of them, set them down, and contracted all it’s vines. The new warm feeling it their wombs made them suddenly tired and they fell asleep.
While they were sleeping the seed sprouted and firmly rooted itself in all sides of the womb which doubled in size since that evening making them look and impossible 20 months pregnant, their stomachs 2 feet wide and two feet out.
When they woke up the next morning realizing what happened they thought they would not be able to get up ever again, but the plant inside of her injected hormones in their bloodstreams that times muscle production by 10 so with every movement their muscles visibly grew. In five minutes it was easy to stand with their gigantic bellies. The hormones also made the sexual desire 20 times that of a normal female and made them overwhelmed with desire.
Seeing each-other sweating and tan from their standing feat they were attracted and instantly on the ground again rubbing each-others pussy. Kelly rubbed Lauren’s clit furiously then pushed a second finger into her pussy as it contracted as Lauren had the most amazing orgasm she has ever had. It started in her thighs as a warm bubble exploding and sent her screaming as pussy juice squirted all over Kelly.
They could have done that for eternity but then they froze as a little vine crept out of each one of their pussies, up to their physically bigger breasts, split, flowered, and sucked their lactating breasts. Once their breasts were back to their normal size, and after they had 2 orgasms each the vines detached and contracted to their pussies. Then inside of them the plant drank the white liquid depleting their womb to look only 4 months pregnant. Then two more stem came out of their naked pussies and wrapped around them making a living pair of panties with a anchor in their pussy and set an anchor in their asshole making them both scream with yet another amazing orgasm, and when their pussy juice dripped out, the plant quickly absorbed it and grew slightly in their wombs. 
Then the plant sent a thin vine up their pregnant bellies to their breasts and wove itself into a living strapless deep green pushup bra, sucking on their nipples constantly.
The plant also made a series of changes on the inside on their bodies. The first grew a vine through their bodies to their lungs and grew a mat over all their oxygen intakes that started producing oxygen itself making them now able to hold their breath endlessly, making them amazing at blowjobs. The second change penetrated into their stomachs and was made to inject all the nutrients to live with a perfect body and not depend on eating, also giving them the exact nutrients made them have not waste products. The third change changed their skin, muscle, bone, and organ makeup, making them have a thin, very strong, transparent layer of plant cells making them indestructible. The fourth change grew a thin stem up their spines to their brains and budded a flower that attached to their brain, making a direct connection to their thoughts, hormones and decisions. 
Kelly felt all this happening and saw the panties and strapless bra grow she thought they were very sexy. Then she herd a thought in her head that was not hers it told her to find her running clothes in the corner, put them on and run home, tomorrow is a big day. Oddly Kelly and Lauren did exactly that.
They ran home and slept with many hormones and sexual skills getting added and taken away making them into the most sexy, sexually experienced, and strongest girls in the world.
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The Storm (Part IV)

Lieutenant Greenstein crouched on the roof of the six-floor tenement building, her rifle aimed at the corner of South 3rd and Kent Avenue. A cold wind blew off the gray East River, sending a chill through her bones, despite the ample weight of her police uniform. She had been like this for the past two hours, waiting for the gangs of Hasid to come to where they based their illegal water-hoarding operation. It had come to this: New York’s finest perched in decrepit windows of abandoned warehouses, esentially snipers. Guilty until proven innocent, and even then no one was ever innocent. Fuck this, she thought. She’d rather be at home, with Scott, protected by the Rockaways, a place of New York that still hadn’t been affected by the storm. She was one of the lucky ones, though, even if she did have to spend eight hours a day in the fucking dregs of the 18th precinct, trying to maintain order in a city that was falling apart at the seams. She stood up to stretch, and turned around, looking back at Brooklyn. It was then that she noticed the door to the stairwell was closed.
“Fuck,” she said, putting her gun down, and walking toward the door. There was no handle on the door, as it locked automatically behind. How could she be so stupid, she thought, a hand against the door. Fuck fuck fuck. There would be no way to communicate, as the communication links had broken down with the first storm. She was stuck. She would have to wait for relief. She walked back to the corner of the roof when she saw it.
A dark cloud moved quickly across the East River, a thick, green mustardy smelling mass of smoke and debris. The Storm. There hadn’t been one in about six weeks, but here it was. She looked frantically around. There was no way out. The cloud moved even closer, directly towards the building. She tried not to panic, took deep breaths, but all she could think about was Scott and their house in the Rockaways, their dog, how she wanted to go home. She looked back at the door. “What the fuck,” she said out loud, “Fuck fuck fuck.” She was trapped.
She crouched in the corner, curled up in a fetal position, cradling the gun. There was nothing she could do. Closing her eyes, the Storm rushed over the top of the building, enveloping her. She could feel the weight of the gas against her uniform, her exposed skin, her dark brown hair pulled tight against her head. She could taste it on her lips. And worse, she could feel it entering her, and she reached a level of such terror that she thought her heart was going to explode and burst, carried off with the evil gas. And that’s what it was: evil. It was in her now. She was finished, would no longer be the same, would be doomed to wandering these fucked up streets for the rest of her life, in whatever guise the Storm infected her: drugs, drink, food, sex?
The storm passed, but she remained in that same position, her eyes tightly shut, her hands clamped around the rifle, balled up like a child on the corner of the roof. Her breathing by now was quick and manic, and she tried to focus all of her mental acuity onto the number of breaths. She had heard that the affects of the Storm were immediate, she had seen it happen in colleagues, saw their former selves be carried off by the mustardy gas of the storm cloud, leaving behind the shell of a human, a sick desperation that cast the world into chaos. She counted quickly, trying not to recognise that she was burning up in the police uniform, that her skin felt as if it was on fire, her body dripping in sweat. She wanted to tear the uniform off. There was intense feeling of absence, a craving for something in her to be filled. She was now shaking uncontrollably. She needed it, although she couldn’t quite figure out what it was, but then her thoughts were brought somewhere else, a focal point: hot, burning, wet and aching, that space between her legs. What she needed was cock. And this is where she passed over.
She had to get off the roof. It was imperative. It was the key to her survival. If she could get off the roof, she could get cock: a thick, hard, throbbing piece of meat that she could suck, and feel in her wet pussy, and shove in her ass. She needed to be filled. What she needed even more, she knew now, was the taste of cum on her mouth, something to take the pain away. She had to bathe in it, have it constantly. This was the key to her survival and it was that door- that fucking door- that was keeping her from it.
She ran to the edge of the roof and looked down. The street was empty. She was clearly in pain and could think of nothing, see nothing in her head, except for hard, throbbing cock. She tried to maintain her balance and, instinctively, reached her right hand down beneath her belt and the waistband of her slacks, touching her engorged clitoris with two fingers, slowly rubbing a circle. Her breathing increased with the rhythm of her rubbing and she was shocked- almost terrified- at the intensity of the feeling. She wanted something inside her, and she slipped both fingers into her hot, soaking wet cunt. In and out she pushed them, all the while applying circular pressure with the palm of her hand on her clit. The severity and quickness of the orgasm that caused her entire body to quake and her knees give out, collapsing her to the roof of the building, a writhing mess of nerve-endings and pussy juice, her carefully pulled up hair now falling out around her, and the screams- these fucking screams of passion, if that’s what it was- bouncing off the buildings around her seemed to be an announcement to the world, that-once again- the Storm had reduced another woman to her basic id: she now, literally, lived to fuck.
And if she could do this to herself, she thought, lying flat on her back, staring at the dark clouds passing above her, her breathing slowing down, wonder what she could do with cock.
I’m getting off this fucking roof, she thought, and she walked to the edge, more determined and confident than she’d been before. The orgasm seemed to give her a power that she was lacking before, a temporary boost in confidence. And, as if she willed it herself, she heard the shuffle of feet from the corner below her. She quickly assumed position, crouched at the corner of the roof, looking through the sites of her sniper rifle. They turned the corner and entered into view.
“No fucking way,” she said, lowering the gun, and looking at the three people- a man and two girls on chains- turning the corner. They were naked, the man carrying and automatic weapon, an M-16, with a round of ammo around his chest. The two girls were attached to small chains, around collars, and had on combat boots. They walked gingerly. She looked at the man- his taut, hairless body, rippling in muscle- and, more importantly, his cock- a semi-hard beautiful piece of meat. She sited it through the rifle to get a better look. It was enormous, maybe eight to nine inches when it got hard and had a breath-taking girth. She wanted it. Without thinking she jumped to her feet, held the rifle aloft and screamed, “FREEZE!”
The man motioned to the girls, who quickly crouched down like dogs on all fours and he held the M-16 aloft, clearly tentative about using it. He found Lt. Greenstein in his sites, but failed to shoot. She cautioned him down.
“If you fire that thing, we’ll all be dead,” she yelled down to the street. “I just need your help. Can you help me?”
He lowered the gun, but said nothing. She took this as a positive sign.
“I’m locked in. You have to let me out.” She was thinking about that cock. The man shaded his eyes and looked up. He stood there silently, motioning for the girls to stand back up, all the while not losing his gaze with the aching lieutenant.
“Please,” she shouted down again, surprised at the desperation in her voice. “I’ll do anything! Anything!”
The three strangers walked to the front door. She could hear it slam behind them. The aspect of getting cock excited her, but she was aware of the fact that she needed to look non-threatening: the uniform with the gun may be too much for a stranger to take in a fucked up world as this. And she didn’t feel like she could wait any longer. She threw the rifle down to the ground, undid her belt and holster, and unbuckled her boots, kicking them off quickly. Throwing them to the side, she shimmied out of the heavy, thick pants until she was in nothing but her thong underwear. The heat from her pussy was unbearable, and even as she lowered the navy blue panties, she found herself rubbing her soaking wet cunt again. She crawled to the edge of the roof, bending over, one hand on the ledge, the other busily preparing her pussy for the cock she needed to survive. She heard the metal door open and she moaned loudly. Without even turning around, her ass in the air as if an offering, her left hand rubbing her pussy to the peak of another orgasm, she screamed: “Please! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me with your cock!”
She heard footsteps and the quick fap fap fap of the man jerking his meat, getting ready to fill her up and before she could plead again for the stranger’s dick, she felt the head of the penis against the wet lips of her pussy and she grunted loudly, the echo carrying off the skyscraper condominiums. As he thrust inside her- first an inch, then two, then the full girth of the eight or nine inches filling her up- she supported herself with both hands on the railing, banging her hips against his with each thrust. She seemed to be in a continual state of orgasm, her body quaking and screaming in passion, a feeling she had never, ever came close to before. She concentrated on breathing, of feeling every inch of that beautiful cock, and revelled in the waves of orgasm that seemed to define her new existence. She was ready now, thirsty, aching for cum and she told him, the stranger who filled her up, a man she had not even seen the face of, that she wanted it.
“Cum on my face,” she ordered. “Cum on my fucking face.”
This is what she needed and as he pulled out, she twisted around, falling to her knees and opening her mouth. She still didn’t look at him, only focusing on the throbbing piece of meat inches from her face, the full girth, the glistening head and the hand that worked it professionally and eagerly, and as the cum exploded she thrust herself into it, tasting it on her tongue and lips, her cheeks and nose and face and eyes and hair, wanting to drown in it, to soak up every single sperm cell of strength, to satisfy the craving of the Storm. She would never be the same, this she knew. But in a way, as the energy crackled through her body, and the hot cum dripped from her lips to the tarred roof, she wondered if she even cared.

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Papa Suchong

Dr. Suchong turns 17 year old into a little sister and has to finally turn her over to he big daddy program but first, he wants to say goodbye.