Captain Amari
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"Here we are, my little habibi. Finally, you are welcome to experience my home away from home, Watchpoint: Gibraltar."
After you and your girlfriend Ana arrive at the old Overwatch base, you can't help but stare in awe, your brain taking its time to realize that you're standing among the gods of the world now. Ever since you started dating Ana you had been made fully aware of the life she lived as part of this heroic agency, but never once did you believe that you'd be allowed to live among them, especially as you yourself have no particularly special abilities to offer the group on their missions to protect the planet and restore order against Talon.
"I still can't believe I'm here..." you say to yourself, too awestruck by the size of this facility the Overwatch heroes call home. As you realize Ana has moved away from the landing pad, you grab your suitcases and rush to meet with the Egyptian oldie. "I mean, I'm thankful you could let me come with you, but it's not really necessary, Ana..."
"I may have vanished for several years, my baby boy, but I still have enough pull around here that I can do as I please." says the older woman, pinching your cheek playfully. "And if I wish for my boyfriend to come with me to act as a, lets call it 'support', then I can do so without anyone arguing with me over the matter."
"Even Fareeha?" you ask, which causes Ana to stop in place. You can't see it, but you feel the smirk on her lips as you hear a polite laugh from her mouth. The older Egyptian surprises you by pinning your body against a nearby wall, moaning at the second her lip touch yours, her eye shutting as she pulls you into her by your collar. You're not sure what triggered that spontaneous moment between you, but you do rather enjoy it.
Her lips soon part from yours, a small string of saliva bridged between them until she licks it off. Ana smiles at you, running the back of her hand down her cheek. "I know what happened with us and Fareeha was unexpected," she says, underplaying the scenario, "but she may join us on occasion. Not to worry, however, any bad blood is gone between us."
"Glad to hear that..." you sigh of relief. You continue to follow Captain Amari until you arrive at her old quarters, squared off far and away from the barracks of Gibraltar. You're impressed to find so little has changed from the photos Ana showed you of her room, having seen some older albums presented to you by the Amari ladies. Sitting atop her bed, you watch as Ana starts to unpack, squatting down to remove her belongings from her suitcase. Your eyes, of course, lock on with her ass as it sticks out, a small bulge growing in your pants. "Uh, it's...not as small in here as I thought," you say to keep your mind off her backside, "really roomy in here."
"The perks of a captain." Ana chuckles. "Don't be so shy, habibi, go ahead and unpack. There's plenty of room, after all."
You stand up off her bed, moving to a small locker not too far from it. Upon opening it up, you look in awe at the contents, seeing something that reminded you of those old photo albums. "Hey, it's...it's your old uniform isn't it?"
"Hm? Oh, that." Ana chuckles, walking over to you to glance at her old belongings. "Yes, the older cobalt blue outfit. I can't believe I forgot to bring it with me, but then again, after the world believes you to be long dead it's not as if you can bring everything with you."
As she leans on your shoulder, looking at the coat and beret with fond memories, you reach into the locker, pulling it out for closer inspection. "I remember the pictures you showed me, you wearing it, young Fareeha, trying to be you when it was far too big for her..."
"I believe I can still wear it," Ana laughs, "it's not as if I've changed my build in these last few years, after all."
You feel your cheeks turn red, your body temperature rising as the thought of the aged Egyptian dressing in something that recalls back to her glory days. "I…ah…" You stand there slack jawed with a hint of a smile on your lips, unable to respond at all to her suggestion, which makes Ana laugh before pecking your burning cheek.
"I'll take that as a yes." she says, grabbing the old outfit. "Now I need you to promise not to peek while I change."
"Y-yes ma'am." You respond.
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"Okay, my habibi, open your eyes now."
As you sit on the bed, shutting your eyes for the last several minutes, you finally open them up before you get too relaxed for a nap. You stand in awe of your older girlfriend, who wears her old outfit as if it were yesterday. You find it definitely suits her, still looking as fantastic as she does in the older photos. You find she even has her long, silver hair unbraided, finding her to be much sexier with it let down and spread out as it does.
"You look amazing, Ana." You say with a smile.
"Captain."
"Hm?"
"You are to refer to me as your captain, private." Ana responds, a devilish curl to her lips. "Or did you forget who is in charge of this outfit? Hm?"
"Uh, I guess that would be you…C-Captain." you reply, a bit nervous as Ana talks you down. You realize she's become much more intimidating, likely feeling a rush of power from wearing her older gear.
"Speaking of uniforms," Ana continues, "I can't help but notice that you are not in yours, soldier. This will get you a few demerits before the day is over." You suddenly realize that your Egyptian lover is doing what she does best, playing a role to not only intimidate you, but to arouse you as well. And of course, it works, as you feel that bulge once more, slowly rising at the crotch of your pants. Unfortunately for you, Captain Amari has already caught it as you remain seated.
"Well, it's nice to know at least part of you is standing at attention." she remarks with a stern look. "On your feet, private, this instant!" On her command you rise off the bed, standing stiffer than a plank of wood with your back upright. Ana paces around you, inspecting every part of your body until she returns to your front. When she brushes your hand against your pants, you take in a deep breath through your nostrils, with the Egyptian captain humming to herself. "Impressive, very impressive." she says before locking eyes with you. "Get it out, soldier."
"What?"
"Your rifle." Ana responds, nudging at your crotch. "Its time to give it an inspection."
"Oh! Yes ma'am!" Understanding where the role-playing Amari is coming from, you undo your pants, allowing them to drop at your feet. The captain squats before you, holding your rod in her hand as she gives it a thorough examination. By the sound of her humming, she doesn't seem too impressed with your 'rifle', although you know the reality is she's seen it plentiful before now. Sighing of disappointment, Ana sighs. "I would expect better from someone other than yourself, habibi," she says to you, "But I can't give this a passing grade. Allow me to show you how to properly clean your rifle."
"Uh…you're not going to stuff a thing inside it, are you?"
Ana laughs, temporarily breaking her character. "No, my baby boy, I know you're not quite into that." She winks, stroking her hand along your pole, licking her lips in anticipation. You continue to breathe through your nostrils, staring down at Ana as her gaze is fixed on your cock's slit, as if awaiting something to come out of there. "Hm, it does seem that there's a little bit of something gunked in there." she says, inspecting closely. "Perhaps I need to squeeze it out of you."
As Ana's grip on your erection grows tighter, you grunt as she squeezes down and pulls up to your head, still anticipating something while the veins throb against her palm. She soon finds satisfaction in her inspection as she finds a small clear blip exit your slit, her tongue pressing into the precum before it can ooze to the floor. "There, that seems to be a good start." she says to you with a smirk. "We should give it a test, still. See if it can still shoot as well as it is intended to."
"Yes ma'am." You say, giving your elder girlfriend a salute. With her hand less tight around your member, Ana continues to stroke your shaft, pulling it with a bit more speed as she intends to fire, so to speak.
"Let's give you an easy target." Ana says, plugging the head up with your mouth. Her tongue flicks away at the slit, moaning as she picks up more precum that oozes out of the member. She starts to undress her uniform with her hands as she allows her mouth to do the work on your pole, her mouth bobbing along every inch you can provide her. There's a moment where she remains with her lips against the base of your cock that leaves you impressed with how long she can stay there before needing to breathe, about two minutes, which is a personal best for her. She removes her lips only for a few seconds, having taken every button off of her military top with her torso and breasts exposed to you. With that task completed, her hands reach around for your ass cheeks, grabbing them to pull you into her mouth as she uses her tongue to swirl along the throbbing member.
Taken by surprise at her pulling you in from the behind, you wince as your member reaches its peak, holding back for only a few seconds before you relax your body, allowing your seed to shoot from the slit and empty down Ana's mouth by the string. The Egyptian captain purrs while your cock muffles her voice, feeling your ribbons of cum as they sling down her throat. She rubs away at her nipples, her eyes shut as she savors the taste your meaty pole provides. Your body tenses up as you continue to shoot strands of jizz into Ana's mouth, only feeling relaxed when you have nothing else to pump into her mouth.
When the Egyptian captain pulls back off your rod, she gives you a brief glimpse of the seed you gave to her before she swallows it down. "Mhm…I would definitely say that your rifle is nice and clean, habibi. Good marks for you."
"Thank you, ma'am…" you reply, your legs ready to give out after that performance. You can hear Ana laughing as she stands up from her spot on the floor, giving you a teasing look.
"Is the little habibi tired already?" Ana says to you in a mock military tone. "Would the little baby boy like to have a relaxing little nap?"
"N-no, not at all! We, ma'am." you add on quickly.
"That is what I would like to hear." she says with a laugh just before pushing into your chest. The shove sends you stumbling back onto the bed, laying flat as you watch the Egyptian woman start to remove her uniform's pants, showing off her wet pussy to you, as well as her sexy physique. "I still have it, but you knew that already."
"I sure did." You say with a goofy grin. The captain pivots on her feets with her soft, plump backside facing you. She sits back atop your lap, grinding your rod between her ass cheeks. As she lets your member slide against her crack, Ana looks back at you with a laugh as she feels your member hardening up once again, enjoying the way your face contorts while she plays with you a little bit more. "Does my habibi of a private enjoy this? He may be getting a little better treatment after being so thorough with his rifle inspection."
"It feels good ma'am..." you grunt, trying to keep your head up to watch Ana's ass drop down on you as she uses her ass crack to polish your shaft.
"It had better be." Ana says with a stern tone. "I may not be Symmetra with a rear that drives the men wild for her Indian ass, but I work hard to keep my ass in shape." You grunt as she comes down harder on your lap, her bottom grinding against your cock as she feels it growing harder underneath her. "Oooh, so hard and so quick to grow, my habibi." she teases. "I had thought your rifle had run out of ammo, but here you are with more to shoot out?" She continues to laugh, finally stripping off her jacket to expose the rest of her bare body to you. Only the beret and her command boots remain on her, the Egyptian woman stepping onto her bed as she stands over you.
"Did I do something wrong, captain?" you ask her.
"Not this time, my private." she says to you. "But be sure you don't, or I'll deliver some real corporate punishment upon you. Is that clear?"
"Yes ma'am!" you say in a worried tone.
"Good. Now..." With a grin on her face, Ana squats over your body, with your cock in her hand. The Egyptian captain guides it between her vaginal folds, rubbing the head before she goes low enough that the shaft pushes inside of her. "Nnnngh, it goes so deep..." Ana grunts. "Such a good soldier, giving his captain all he can..."
Ana shifts her position to kneeling over you, her hips swinging over your body as she breathes heavily, leaning her upper body into you. She grins as her breasts swing over your head, noticing the way your eyes fixate on the nipples. "Go on, my little habibi, have a drink. You earned it, don't you think?"
You nod, lifting your head up to meet with her chest. Your lips lock onto the nipple of one, while your hands pull Ana down on top of you, your face buried by her upper body. "Such an eager private!" Ana laughs, her hips still grinding against your cock. She moans as your rod moves about, rubbing against her vaginal cavern, making her juices drip down your skin and onto the base of the shaft. "It feels so good, my habibi. Perhaps if you do a good enough job, mmmmh...you may just get to sleep in the bed with me this evening."
"What's my...ngh! What's my other option, ma'am?" you ask, your lips removed from her nipple.
"The floor, of course." she purrs, tilting her head in the general direction of said floor. "Without a pillow or blanket of course."
"Of course..." you sigh. You know for a fact, even in her role-play scenarios, your Egyptian girlfriend can mean business. You grunt as Ana starts to go harder against your body, her movements becoming more aggressive with you while she wears a grin on her lips. Her upper body moves back, sitting upright as she continues to kneel atop you.
"Your captain is growing impatient, soldier." she says with a laugh. "She wants to feel your load shooting up inside of her soon enough. And you don't want to disappoint your captain, do you?"
"No ma'am..." you groan, wanting to hold back for just a little bit longer.
"Then let that rifle shoot out, habibi. That's an order!" You can't go against that logic, you realize, and grunt as you give it your best to hit your peak, your body tense for a short second before your cock shoots out its milky load, your cum gushing out of the slit at an incredible rate. It feels to the both of you that your seed is coming out inside her like a hose, with Ana eager to have her pussy filled with your cum. She slams her hips down atop you once more, growling through her teeth as she starts to feel her snatch preparing for an orgasm of her own. The second your cock has finished spraying its seed within her, Ana lifts herself off of you, holding her fingers over her clit and pulling back to aim. You shut your eyes just before she blast of feminine fluids sprays on your chest and face, nearly drowning you in her vaginal juices. "Ooooh, fuck!" Ana cries out. "Doesn't that feel good to you, my baby boy? Isn't it fun for your captain to drench you in her cum?"
You try to answer, but having so much cum spraying into your face makes it hard to speak without it sounding so wavy. "Yeeees maaaaaa'aaaam!" You reply.
When her pussy has finished spraying into you, the captain's body collapses onto you, hugging you tight against her as she rubs her cheek against your wet cheek. "Mmmmm, my little habibi!" she says so proudly. "You would make a wonderful private for me!"
"I would?" you gulp. "But I don't know the first thing about combat, Ana!"
"Of course you don't." she giggles. "But that won't stop me from having you join me just so I can give you a little bit of late night training during certain missions, yes?"
Just then, you hear knocking on Ana's door, surprising the both of you. Fortunately Ana's quick to cover your mouth, muffling your surprised reaction. "Oy, Ana? It's Tracer, I got here after Winston sent the signal. You in there, love?" asks the voice of Tracer from the other side. After she's given no response after some seconds, she groans to herself. "Ah, bollocks. I coulda sworn I heard some kinda noise in there..."
As the British hero leaves, Ana has a good laugh as she rests next to you. "Ah, that young cadet. So nosy." she says to you.
And yet the thought makes you wonder; what would a threesome with two heroes be like...?
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Symmetra
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After that vacation with Satya, you became more convinced than ever that leaving India would be a big mistake, especially if there's the possibility of the Indian architech being pregnant with your child. About a month later you see just how much this pays off, as you slowly begin to absorb the information your girlfriend provides you about her job enough that the higher ups of the company take notice. They decide to give you a promotion, working as an assistant for Satya, helping her in her daily ritual of creating new technology for Vishkar, and being there as her support when she feels major stress over any issues when things try to go downhill.
But you're especially helpful with the latter.
You stand behind Satya as she's bent over her work table inside her office, ramming your cock into her juicy pussy while the Indian's backside is slapped into by your hips, your hands squeezing into her shoulders as you keep her down. With your work pants and hers at your ankles, you hear her loud panting and groaning as your head pokes into the cervix, creating high levels of arousal within Satya's reproductive organs. "Ohhhhh fuck me!" Satya growls, staring back at you with clenched teeth. "Fuck me hard, you foreign bastard! Dominate my fucking Indian ass you sexy beast!"
With her hair down from its usual workplace bun style, you grin mischievously before grabbing hold of it, then pull back to bring Satya upright to your body. Nibbling on her neckline, you already know she's preparing to cross the finish line, but send her over the edge when your teeth sink into her skin, causing her to grab hold of the table's edge just before she climaxes. When her joints lock up, you hear a cute little whimper escape from her teeth, her juices staining your cock head as it runs down her vaginal cavern. Quick to pull out, you grab a bucket with the quickest reflexes possible, holding it up to Satya's snatch just before she squirts, her work pants free of any stains. You sigh of relief, watching as her stream of juices continue to fill the bucket, the Indian architech's fingers brushing away at her clit as she continues to ride out her orgasm. Once she's completed her climax, her pussy slowly trickles out the fluids, which have almost filled half the bucket. With any other woman you'd find this impressive, but having known Satya for as long as you have it's just another work day with her.
After Satya's body quakes and quivers from the intensity of her orgasm, you empty the bucket's contents down a sink, which the architech uses to clean her hands after a long day's work. When she finally relaxes, she takes in a heavy breath before saying to you, "I apologize...I wished for you to climax before I had the chance to."
"It can't be helped." you say with a shrug, reaching for your still hard cock. "That doesn't mean there aren't other ways to assist your assistant." With a grin Satya slowly squats down before you, her hands grabbing hold of your shaft so as to guide it into her mouth. With her lips wrapped around your member, the Indian architech's eyes close as she hums, savoring the taste of your cock while her nostrils take in the musky scent. You watch her lips remain in place while her head moves back and forth across your erection, impressed with such a maneuver. She's clearly been practicing for you, it seems. Given that your rod is already at full erection, you know you aren't far from having your own climax as well, deciding to tease on the architech before she gets back to work. "That's right, my little Indian princess, bow to your superior..." you say with a jokingly evil laugh. "You know all too well my white cock is the best in this country right now, so do yourself a favor and worship it before I decide to leave again."
Cautious not to rub herself as she becomes aroused by your words, Satya moans again against your cock, her tongue teasing the sensitive head in a move designed for your release. She massages the nub in such a way that you almost swear it wraps around and squeezes your member, which soon causes you to reach your peak. You grunt, feeling your seed splash into Satya's mouth while watching her eyes roll back, the flavor seeming too much for your Indian princess. She holds her lips close to the base of your shaft, burying her face into your hips as she allows your rod to push against the back of her throat, making it easier for your sperm to empty inside her mouth. With her duties completed, she holds her mouth open to you, showing all the spunk she collected from your orgasm before swallowing it down her throat, using her wrist to wipe off any that may have trickled out.
With your stress relief session completed, you and Satya pull your pants back up, with the architech putting her shiny black hair back into a bun. "Thank you once again." Satya says to you, inspecting one of her orb shaped turrets. "I'm happy you've been promoted to my assistant, honestly. It really comes in handy for moments like this."
"Not a problem," you sigh, grabbing a quick drink of water, "but what was it this time?"
"I'm trying my best to perfect the designs of my own personal equipment" Satya admits. "While it may have worked once upon a time, it seems that Vishkar's enemies have become more clever and aware of how it works. Even my teleporter and shield generator need some sort of upgrade. But what to do with that is what has been ticking away at my patience, I admit..."
"What's the major problem?"
"Setup." Satya explains. "My attention is turned to the walls to set up my turrets as they have a limited range. But the enemy is so quick to destroy them, they never last very long."
Looking down at the reworked orb, you suggest out of nowhere, "Why not change the range? Maybe, I don't know, make it so you can use them from a distance?"
There's a pause as Satya continues to look at her equipment, one that lasts quite a while until her thumb and finger cup her chin, a thoughtful hum coming through her lips. "The energy required would cut down the amount of turrets I could summon at a time, but it would be worth it if it means a new line of surprise attack on our foes." Her lips curl as she chuckles. "That Brazilian frog boy would never see it coming..." She inspects the turrets, looking at their base for a further analysis. "Though even more of a surprise would be if they could attach to walls from these far distances, not through magnetism but...gravitational pull, yes, interesting..."
You smile, watching the way Satya's brain works. All it takes is one suggestion from you to get the gears functioning, and from there the Indian architech pumps out the ideas, making the minor tweaks she requires in order to fix the turrets in a way that will satisfy her. From there she moves on to her teleporter, working on the wiring so that it can generate from where she stands rather than having a fixed point for stragglers to catch up with them. Why that would be their function in the first place, however, confuses you. It seems simpler to have them used for further advancements rather than for past travel, though it would only work if you need to move back for supplies...or perhaps you're overthinking it.
When she completes her task for the day, the Indian architech pecks your cheek, a smile still on her lips. "Thank you for the assistance, my dear."
"Heh, I didn't do that much." you say, rubbing at your cheek. "Just gave you a good idea is all."
"That's all I needed to get back on track." Satya says, reorganizing her tools into a setting she's pleased with. "And for helping me today, you're welcome to decide what we do at my place following work. And you get to decide the fetishes we take part in this time around."
"Well that's quite a tall order, isn't it?" You ask with a laugh. "I guess that's nice, though I don't know what more we could do to spice things up between us…"
"The sexual nature of the world is still vast to us, my darling." Satya says. "Try to think a little harder than that." At her request, you rest over by the nearest counter while the Indian woman continues to tinker with her utilities. You pay attention to how thorough and attentive she is, not even looking away from her turrets, even as she reaches out for the tools required to fix them up. She knows all too well where she leaves them, and you admire her for her work ethic. Yet it's her attention and focus that brings an idea to your mind…
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"A…blindfold?"
As she kneels atop her bed, body naked to the air and yourself, Satya stares at the black, thin fabric resting in your hands, looking quite perplexed in a way you hadn't anticipated. Though her hands are squeezed between her thick thighs, you can still tell that the architech is fidgeting over the matter. Her cheeks are the reddest that you've ever seen them get, and the look in her eyes appear almost nervous about the idea of her being blindfolded. "Yeah, I thought it'd be kinda sexy to tease you before we get to the actual sex," you explain, "only you won't see what I'm doing."
"I see…"
"Well, no, you wouldn't." you tease. "Is something wrong? You don't really seem comfy with this at all…"
Satya pauses, taking in a sigh to find the proper way to describe her feelings. "It does not feel…harmonious, or even balanced, that you are able to perform actions on my body, yet I can't even see what will be in front of me."
"Hey, it won't be so bad." You assure her, picking her chin up to look you in the eyes. "You trust me after all this time together, don't you? I'm not gonna harm you, Satya."
She sighs, knowing you're right. "Very well then, my American darling. I put my trust in you that you know what you are doing." Taking the blindfold, you wrap it around Satya's eyes, ensuring that she can't see anything through the thick black fabric. You raise a finger up, moving it along where her line of vision would be to see if she can follow along, with her head remaining front and center, not once following your finger's movement.
"Great, it works." You say, pleased with yourself.
"The blindfold?" asks Satya, unaware of your previous action.
"Yup. Now then…" Crawling onto the bed, you kneel before your Indian goddess, leaning into her unmoving body, her eyesight blinder than a bat's. But when your lips touch hers, she moves into you, hands resting on your shoulders as she presses into you, finding familiarity where she can with her lack of vision. Pulling back from her luscious lips, you remove her hands gently from your shoulders and ask her, "What are you doing?"
"I'm…kissing you," she replies, "and embracing you. Is that not allowed…?"
"I knew I should have brought rope," you sigh to yourself. "Just try to keep your hands to yourself until I say otherwise, okay?" You watch as Satya nods her head, then lean in once more yo bring your lips into her. You hear her moan every time your lips smack together, keeping your eyes closed with every time you press into one another. As her hands rest atop her thighs, you occasionally look down from your kisses to see her fingernails sinking into her skin, the Indian woman doing her best to resist the urge to grab you and climb on top of you. As you press into her lips you hold your position longingly, holding her by the cheeks as you embrace the architech. You can't help but laugh at how she tries her best to be obedient to your request, her body tensing up as she fights off the urge to budge.
As you continue to torture her romantically, you start to push your tongue between Satya's lips, moving it inside her mouth to truly tease her inability to move. Even as you swirl your tongue around inside her mouth, even pushing against hers, she does not budge an inch. Even the Indian woman's tongue doesn't try to dance with yours, impressing you enough to make a light chuckle that echoes down into her throat. You feel the air escaping from her nostrils, the heavy breathing going into your face as you hold her close to you, your tongue still flicking against her own. Soon your hands reach down for her dark brown breasts, squeezing each one with as much firmness as they allow for. You hear Satya moan and whimper as you massage her chest, smiling as you look to see her body flinch every few seconds, depending on how you touch her body.
As your tongue continues to dance around in Satya's mouth, you hear a sound that indicates the architech is shivering. You open your eyes again to see that her body is shaking, likely a reaction to the way that you tease her nipples, as your thumbs push them into her body, then move them around in a circular motion. You do seem to forget that her breasts are quite the sensitive part of her body, though this time you do come prepared to play with her in such a manner.
Pulling your tongue from Satya's mouth, you back away from her dark brown curves and move off the bed, heading for her dresser where you left a special treat for your Indian lover. As you leave Satya by herself, you hear panic in her breathing, the architech uncertain of where you've gone off to. Fortunately for her you've only walked a few feet away from the bed, grabbing a can of whipped cream that you'd been saving for this occasion. Grabbing the bottle it's contained within, you give it a little shake, which causes Satya's ears to perk up. "M-my love?" she asks nervously. "Are you still there?"
"I am," you reply with a grin, "But don't worry, my India born whore, you'll be treated just right under my watch." As she seems confused by the statement, she nearly jumps from her kneeling position on the bed, hearing the whipped cream bottle spray the white substance on top of her dark brown nipples, feeling the swirling pattern that you create with the edible treat. When both nipples are covered in the milk based topping, you set the canister to the side, then lean into the Indian lover's breasts, your mouth and tongue eating away at the substance. Though she continues to remain still, resisting the urge to use her hands to hold you close to her chest, Satya does flinch a few times when your teeth bite down into her nipples, while your mouth becomes a creamy mess from the way you're eating it off her body. She feels your saliva coating her nipples, mixing in with the creamy substance sprayed into her chest, though she still remains confused over what it is you put on her body.
Having licked off as much of the whipped cream as you can off your Indian lover's body, you almost wipe the mess off your face, only to quickly realize the sort of fun you can have with the blinded architech. "Stick your tongue out." you command, to which Satya is quick and obedient to do so out of trust. You rub your face against her tongue, making sure the architech gets as much on her tongue as she can before swallowing it down, taking a moment to reflect on the flavor.
"Is that...whipped cream?" she asks.
"That it is." you laugh. "Tasty little surprise, isn't it?"
"Tasty, yes...but not as tasty as your cock." she says with a smirk. Despite the blindfold you can still see the knowing look in Satya's eyes that tell you she knows what she wants.
"Of course you'd want that." you sigh. "But I think you can hold off on that for a while longer..." On that note, you lean into Satya once again, lips pressed together as you share the whipped cream with her, making a mess around both your faces. Even as you push your tongue in to share the taste of the creamy substance, she still laughs at the way you flirt with her, likely causing arousal in her loins. You certainly know that your member is getting hard, as it pushes up against the fly of your pants, as if begging for its own share of freedom from your clothing. You ignore it for now, finding the embrace you share with Satya over the whipped cream to be far too important for you to lay off all this foreplay.
As you lock lips again, you feel Satya exhale from her nostrils, her mouth too occupied with yours to do much from there. Holding her close, you feel the sweat forming on her dark brown skin, a sign that the architech is slowly becoming aroused by your actions. You notice some other sure signs, such as her thighs squeezing together, and her hands rubbing around her legs in a circular motion. As you continue to share whipped cream with your Indian lover, you ponder if it's too soon for her to pleasure you...
Losing your balance, you accidentally fall over Satya, landing on top of her body as she lays flat on her bed, the blindfold still remaining over her eyes. She gasps loudly, finding herself laid out, though grabbing at her cream and saliva coated chest. You realize that she's feeling for her heartbeat, which is likely racing after that stumble, which she can't see currently. "W-was that on purpose?" Satya asks you.
"It, uh, no it wasn't." you reply, rolling off of the Indian architech's body. "Sorry, guess I got carried away..." Your apology trails off as you notice Satya's pussy, which glistens in the room's lighting as you get a good glimpse of just how wet your Indian lover really is, seeing the stains of her juices coating her brown skin, likely happening from the act of squeezing her thighs together to keep from touching you or herself this whole time. With the lick of your lips, you decide to reward Satya by getting between her legs, kneeling on the foot of the bed, then leaning into the architech's crotch as you bury your face in her pussy, causing the Indian woman to gasp, her upper body jolting off the bed when you peck at her clitoris.
"AH! Anh, fuck..." Satya gasps, her hands grabbing onto the sheets of her tidy bed. "That feels wonderful! Ohhh, your tongue! I can still feel the creaminess pressing onto my clit...hmmmmph!" As you look up from her crotch, you notice that Satya is staring at the ceiling, her arms quaking as she tries to keep her hold on the bed sheets. Even as your tongue flicks away at her clit, slowly moving down to the folds of her vagina, you see her stomach rise and fall, the Indian architech clearly enjoying the sensations you send into her pelvic region. Though you decide to have a bit more fun with your lover in a way you know she really loves to have it...
With a malicious grin, you insert your fingers inside Satya's snatch, letting them do the talking instead of your tongue as you look over her exotic body. "So this may be a surprise to you," you start off, "but you're not the first Indian woman I've ever made love to."
"Wh-What is this?" Satya asks, raising her head off the bed as she heaves from your fingers in her snatch. "You've never told me such things! I thought I was your first..."
"I never really wanted to disclose my life before you, because I thought you'd get jealous." you say with a grin, shoving your fingers further up her snatch. "I wasn't sure what kind of woman I would be dealing with from the start, but now I can see that you're quite the easy Indian slut." Without taking your eyes off her contorting face, you slap your hand into the side of her thigh, causing Satya to jump half an inch off her bed. As she bites down on her lower lip, the architech look on at you with concerned eyes, as if hoping you don't ever go back to any other woman, Indian or not. You know you won't, but it's all just a bit of fun to you. "The funny thing is, no matter who it was with their dark brown skin, I always seem to attract Indian women who not only find my big white cock astounding, but for the most part they always beg to have it in me. I've had to heavily avoid the ones who were married, strictly because I didn't want to get in an affair and face their husbands..."
"Yessss, I suppose I can understaaaaand...." Satya bites down on her lip, her eyes still blocked by the blindfold. The lack of vision causes her vaginal folds to become more sensitive, the sense of touch you and your mouth provide her causing her to almost go over the edge, especially with the talks of other Indian women and how they find you so attractive.
"But you, Satya, you were different from the start." you explain, curling your fingers up inside her snatch. "You had a bit more fun with me, teasing me like I was an inferior to you and your race. All I had to do was prove to you that my cock can very easily turn you around on your own deceptions of Americans and what we are to you."
"I-I seeeee..." Satya whimpers, nodding along to your words, although you aren't completely sure she's really listening, as her hips roll about while allowing your fingers to play about within her cavern.
"And while I enjoy watching these Indian women fall to their knees begging me for my cock, possibly impregnating them, you've been the one I love making into my Hindu bitch the most." You smile again, slapping your hand into Satya's thigh as she yelps from surprise. "Because you show up as this arrogant, pompous woman in my life, teasing me for your own reasons, and it gets to the point I show you that even the highest class of Indian woman can still be brought down to the level of a begging slut wanting more."
"That...that's very true..." Satya replies, breathing heavily as she tries not to let your fingers bother her, feeling the tips rubbing against her cavern walls. "Just...I don't...I don't want to cum yet, my love...please...please let me have it..."
"Let you have what?" you tease, expecting the architech to beg for it in such a manner. "Come on, you disrespectful chocolate cunt. Let me hear what you want! Let me hear you beg for it in the way I love to hear you beg."
As if fighting off the resistance to do so, Satya replies, "Let me...feel your white superior cock...in my pussy!" she finally begs. "Please, my American lover! Put that cock in my Indian pussy! Fill me with your superior genes! Breed me like the bitch that I am!"
"That's what I wanted to hear." you say, finally lowering your pants to reveal your hardened cock to your Indian lover. Though she cannot see, she already has her vaginal lips pulled back, revealing her juices dripping out of her caverns as she looks up at you with a look that still begs despite her eyes being covered by your blindfold. You watch as a lump forms in her throat, likely having become submissive through your dirty talk about her and other Indian women, which is the feeling you want to have over her for the remainder of your evening with Satya. Her begging to be bred by you is simply a bonus to you, though you recall this isn't the first time she had begged for you to do so...
Taking your hardened cock, you push the head against the drenched folds of Satya's pussy, realizing she's wet enough to slide inside without any issue. You push in, causing the Indian architech to flinch, her head tilting back. Despite the number of times you've done it before, you always find it amusing how easily she's aroused by your cock being inside her. You continue to push inside the architech, watching as she grabs onto her bed sheets, almost gripping them tightly in her hands. "Oh fuck..." she says, her head moving to look back up at you. "I can feel it inside me...it's so much better than any other time you've put it in me!" You guess it would be due to her sense of touch increasing through her current blindness, but you take her word for it. After all, you've never seen her act so intense about ramming into her snatch.
Holding onto Satya by her thighs, you grunt as you raise her hips off the bed, giving yourself better access to her pussy. With her lower legs resting on your shoulders, you find that the architech has dragged her sheets with her as you moved her down just a slight bit on the bed. You don't mind it, as you can feel your cock move around better within her cavern, reaching all the way to the base while your scrotum rest into her dark brown taint. Pulling back on your hips, you charge them into her body, with your cock sliding easily within her lubricated walls, watching as the blinded Indian woman bites her lower lip, with her hands moving off the bed sheets and squeezing her nipples between her fingers, pinching down on them while they still have some residue of whipped cream left over. You watch as her stomach rises and lowers with every breath she takes, the faster you go causing the reaction to follow along with you. As your cock throbs within her snatch, you feel it beg for release, and even with her eyes blinded you can see Satya wanting your seed ever so badly.
Taking your cock out of the architech for a brief moment, you shift Satya onto her side, likely confusing the blinded Indian woman. Raising her leg up in the air you kneel closer to her crotch, your body over her other leg. Guiding the rod back into her pussy, you start to pound into her again, a fast rhythm created by your hips as your hips shift into Satya's dark brown crotch, watching as her breasts bounce with every thrust you make. She starts to speak in her native tongue, unable to understand much except for the word that translates to "baby", which she's used to describe you as her 'babe'. From that you can surmise she's still begging for you to fill her with your seed and impregnate her with your child. Having a little chuckle, you do enjoy the feeling of spraying your seed within her womb, and want the desire to breed her as much as she does.
Having given up your order to move, which you've long forgotten at this point, Satya shifts her body so that she can sit upright, leaning into you for another long kiss as you grind against her pussy. You let go of her leg as she grabs your upper body, bringing you in close in order for her tongue to push into your mouth, dancing around yours in this close embrace. You feel her breathing through her nostrils, air blowing into your skin, though you do just as much with your nose as well. Your rhythm slows down the longer you two kiss, though you ram into her body just a bit harder. Then the architech bucks her hips against you, seething air through her teeth as she tries to help herself first. "Do it!" Satya barks in English, staring back at you as if she can finally locate your eyes through the blindfold. "Fucking breed me already, you American bastard! Put that fucking baby in me already!"
Pulling herself away from you, Satya rolls onto her hands and knees, her thick backside wiggling for your attention as she presents herself to you. "Here! Perhaps this position will do you better!" Moving behind Satya, you grab hold of her Indian booty, then thrust your shaft into her snatch, hearing air escape through her nostrils once again. You start to hear her pant like a dog in heat, curious if her tongue is sticking out as well. You keep your grip on her hips, pushing her plump ass back into your hips, watching as she ripples with every thrust made into her body. "That's it!" Satya shouts. "I feel it! I can feel it fucking throbbing in my pussy! You want it as bad as I do, my love! Now fucking cum in me and give me your child!"
Leaning into Satya's ear, you whisper to the architech, "First, I want you to tell me why you love my white cock so much!" You say to her. "And why someone as high class as you wants me to degrade you down to your race so much."
"I-I couldn't possibly…"
"Do it, or I pull out of your pussy, and you don't get to have my American child." You threaten.
"All right! I'll talk!" she says through clenched teeth. Even as you pound into her luscious ass cheeks, she manages to speak through before her climax. "I love being the bitch in a relationship! I've always been taught to…be proper…and courteous…and…nnngh! Sex is my escape from that life! I want to be degraded by the white men! I wish…for them to breed me…and give birth to their babies…out of…defiance! Haaaa!" She inhales through her nostrils, biting her lower lip for a brief moment. You have a sense that there's more to her story, but she seems to refuse saying much more. As she feels your rhythmic pounding come to a sudden stop, her blinded head lifts off the bed, her hand held out to you as your shaft is about to leave her, with only the head remaining. "There's, there's more! I'll tell you! But keep going!"
You chuckle, moving back into the Indian architech with your cock sliding with ease against her body once more as you allow her to continue. "My...ancestors...have a documented love...of wanting white men to colonize their wombs, and...make them...breed white children! RRRRGH! Please! I've told you the truth my love, breed me now! Colonize my womb! DO IT I BEG YOU!"
Though you won't argue with her any further, you do feel her snatch squeeze down on your cock, as if she refuses to wait another second for you to hold back. The tightness causes your shaft to reach its peak, making it impossible for you to hold back any further. You grunt as your seed flourishes within the architech's cavern, flooding it with your own milky substance before making once last thrust that brings your head up against the cervix. The blast of cum starts to spray into her organs, making its way into her womb where the sperm starts to swim freely, the swimmers working their way up to her eggs for coating, and possibly finally impregnating the architech.
After she feels the stream of seed die down within her, Satya swings her hips away from you, causing your member to pop out of her pussy. With her head resting on the bed, you rear the Indian woman growl like mad as she rubs away at her own clitoris before allowing a stream of clear fluids to cascade from between her folds, impressed by the orgasm she releases after such a session. When her squirting session subsides, Satya's ass lowers, her body laying flat on the bed as a smile forms across her lips, her eyes practically glazed over from such an experience after she finally removes the blindfold.
"Thank you…" Satya says, her voice weak and raspy from the animalistic sounds she's made through the night.
"You're welcome, my princess." you tease, resting your head on her pillowy ass cheeks.
After some time has passed, Satya finally speaks up, raising her head off the bed. "My love, do you…do you wish to know why I wanted you to impregnate me?"
"Hm?" You ask, lifting your head from her ass cheeks to look up at her.
"Your stories about meeting other Indian women…it made me want to keep you close by. It's the same as why I wanted you to breed me on our vacation, I suppose. I don't…I wish not to lose you." she explains. "I want to be your one and only from now on. And I want your baby to mean that much to me."
You smile, giving Satya's ass a light pat. "You don't have to worry about that." You say to her. "But I can only imagine you in a few month's time, having a nice round belly."
"Vishkar offers both paternal and maternal leave." Satya says with a chuckle. "So we could definitely have another long vacation when our child is born."
"I can't wait for that." You tell Satya, finally giving her cheeks a pleasant peck from your lips.
-x-X-x-
Captain Amari & Cadet Oxton
-x-X-x-
You sigh of relief, having had to use the bathroom for a bit. While Ana's, or rather the captain's, directions were helpful, you still couldn't help but get a little lost in the back section. Still, you needed to get that out of your system after having been sexed by Captain Amari a few times since you arrived at Gibraltar. You still can't believe that she let you come with her, but you couldn't really complain, especially when it means letting her be in command of the actions as if she were reliving her glory days out on the battlefield.
After you return to her quarters, you find the Egyptian captain back in her captain's uniform, sitting on the edge of her bed, going through her phone. You assume she's going through the news, catching up on the details of any missions or crises that Overwatch will be needed for. But then you inspect the phone closer, as it looks quite familiar to you. That's when you realize that it's not Ana's phone.
It's yours.
In a panic, you rush to the captain, shouting, "H-Hey hey! What are you doing?!"
Expecting you to rush at her, Ana leans back on the bed, her leg raised up to push her boot's sole against your abdomen, not hurting you, but keeping you at a distance. "Just a bit of curiosity." Ana replies, her eyes still glued to the screen of your phone. "I like to see what my habibi is up to when he's out on his own." When she finally looks over at you from the corner of her eye, the Egyptian woman chuckles with a smirk on her lips. "It seems you truly get around with the other heroes, don't you, my little boy?"
You swallow your pride, an audible gulp escaping your lips as the captain shows you the many photos of Tracer that you've collected over time, be they actual photos or just fan drawings of the cockney vixen. "Look, I can explain..."
"My boy, you have nothing to explain." Ana replies, patting on the edge of the bed next to her for you to sit down. You do so, and the captain continues, "It's natural for you to lust after more than one woman in your lifetime. And we DID have a wild time with my daughter, after all. I suppose after that, the floodgates would be open for more opportunities with other heroes."
As Ana pets your head, you raise an eyebrow, curious over what she's saying. "Wait, are you suggesting...?"
"Well she is at the base. And it does seem that you have her phone number in your contacts..."
"I swear, I never added that number." you respond, realizing you never looked through your contacts since that evening with the cockney woman. It STILL feels like a dream to you. As you recount that night, you fail to see Ana pressing the 'call' button, raising your phone to her ear, waiting patiently for the speedy heroine to answer. "W-Wait! Ana! What are you-"
"Ah, cadet Oxton, good to hear from you." Ana says, speaking into the phone. "Hm? Why do I have this number? Why not come to my quarters and see for yourself?"
As your face turns red, you hide it away from Ana, as well as Tracer, who enters the room a scant few seconds later. As the cockney girl salutes Ana, she says aloud, "Cadet Oxton, reporting for du-...hey..." Despite your best efforts to hide your face, she still sees you, and asks, "Well that sure explains it all, don't it?"
"Ah, so you two HAVE met." Ana laughs. "Id love to hear the story behind this one."
"Look, I was just...she came to me, and...I thought I was dreaming!" you exclaim.
"Wait, you two are..." As it dawns on her, Tracer's face grows bright red, a worried expression forming as she looks over at Ana. "I-I swear, cap'n, I had no idea, honest! Just, it's a really small world and all, yanno? Ahah..."
"Well, uh, to be fair we didn't start dating until this year..." you say, rubbing the back of your head, "and that was back in November. So...I think that's fine."
"I'm not angry, in any case." Ana says, petting your head once again. "In fact, I have a proposal for you, Lena. Though it will require you to find your old cadet outfit. You know the one, you wore it during the omnic crisis in King's Row."
"Oh yeah! That was like my first real big mission!" Tracer shouts with excitement. "One sec, I'll be right back."
FIVE SECONDS LATER
"Sorry I'm late," Tracer says, rushing back to Ana's quarters, "but something about the uniform didn't quite feel right. Tell me, does my butt look bigger? I think it must've shrunk down since the last time I wore it." As you watch the cockney girl spin around, with her shapely ass in your face, you grow bright red, uncertain as to how you should respond to such a question. Thankfully, Ana is there to do so.
"You do look a bit thicker in some areas, cadet." she says, still in her role of captain. "But it's in all the right places, if that helps you any."
"Oh, um...right then. Thanks, captain." As she places her beret atop her head, you notice her cheeks blushing as her eyes glance away from Ana, seemingly embarrassed by the compliment. "So, that's...good, I guess."
"More cushion for the pushin'...heh..." You finally speak up, but remain uncertain if it's truly the right phrase for you to use. You see that Ana and Tracer are exchanging glances within seconds, with Ana standing off the bed, standing next to her young cadet.
"What do you say, Ms. Oxton?" asks Ana. "Shall we continue to interrogate our newest recruit?"
"Oh, yes." Tracer says with a whimsical smile on her face. "Let's show this young lad the ropes!"
With a giggle, the cockney girl kneels before you, while Ana assists you in lifting your bottom off the bed long enough to remove your pants. When they're pulled down to your ankles, Tracer looks on with a grin on her lips, swinging her fingertip against your slit, causing you to inhale due to the sensitivity of your crown. "Aw, lookit, just as cute and lovely as the last time I saw it." Tracer says with a giggle.
"Don't go and tease my habibi, cadet." Ana says, just before giving you a seductive look. "That's my job as captain." With a chuckle, Ana keeps her eye on you as she leans into your crotch, bringing her lips into the head of your shaft for a light peck. You shiver at the touch, with both heroines giggling at your reaction. "See, cadet? Look how much my baby boy enjoys the way his captain spoils him."
"Mhm, I think I'll have to study your technique just a bit closer, captain." Tracer says with a wink.
"Very well, though you may have to take a longer path before you can try it." Ana says, pointing to your scrotum. "Start from the bottom and work your way up."
"Aye aye, cap'n!" Tracer says with a salute, lowering her head down to meet with your ball sack. As the cockney woman places her lips over your scrotum, she hums as her tongue tickles against your skin, tasting the saltiness provided. Ana stares at the rest of your rod, noticing how quickly it grows to full mast. The Egyptian captain soon lowers your head, her eye shut as she quickly makes her way down every inch you have to provide. Your legs squirm as you feel Ana's tongue gliding across the bottom, while her lips gently make their way across your erection, slowly encompassing it inside her mouth.
Soon Tracer moves her tongue, practically sucking up your scrotum inside her mouth, creating loud slurping sounds as she continues to savor the salty taste your skin provides her. Ana merely laughs at the way Tracer plays with you, while she places her own hand at the base of your shaft even as she bobs her lips around it. With her index finger and thumb forming an enclosed circle around it, the Egyptian captain gives a gentle tug that inches its way up your member until it reaches her lips. After Ana removes her finger and thumb, she soon brings herself lower, humming in delight as she brings her mouth down to your base, already impressing the cadet as she stares up from your scrotum. As she continues to keep an eye on her old captain, she becomes further impressed with how long she can remain on you without hitting any gag reflexes, or even needing to come up for air.
"Blimey, cap'n," Tracer says after removing her lips from your ball sack, "I didn't know you could do that!"
"Years of practice and experience, cadet." Ana says once she pulls up from your shaft. "How about we go ahead and see how well you can do it?"
"Me? Ah, I dunno, I don't think I'm THAT good, cap'n."
As she sees the bashfulness in Tracer's eyes, Ana laughs, patting the cadet's back. "Come now, Oxton, you've clearly had my habibi before, surely you can still take him. Have a try anyway. THAT is an order." She says that last sentence with a wink to Tracer, or at least as good a wink as she can with one eye.
"Okay, here goes." Tracer stares at your cock, realizing that it's been quite a while since she's played with you and your shaft. With a deep breath she leans into your crotch, with her lips wrapping around your shaft while Ana stands up, removing the pants of her uniform to show you her smooth pussy. After rubbing two fingers between her folds, she chuckles as she steps onto the bed, pivoting around so that she sits atop your face while watching her former cadet do her best to please your cock. Once the cockney girl is halfway down your member, Ana watches the struggle in her eyes, her gag reflexes being hit as she continues to try and make her way down your rod. Audible gagging and hacking noises escape her lips, try as she might to take you all in while taking heavy breaths through her nostrils.
Laughing, Ana shakes her head while she rocks her hips against your tongue. "Ah, Cadet Oxton," Ana says, wiping a tear off her eyelid, "I see someone is out of practice."
After popping back up for air, Tracer coughs into her fist, telling her captain, "I can make it all the way down, just watch…" After a deeper breath, Tracer brings herself back down on your member, forcing herself to continue down your rod, doing her best to push your tip all the way down her throat. She looks up at Ana, watching the way you tease her muff with your tongue, and stares on with a look of determination. Though it takes a bit more effort than she's willing to admit, Tracer finally manages to make it down to your base, flashing a sign of victory out of habit. Though her captain at least seems impressed with her effort as she comes up for air.
"Very good cadet…" Ana moans, her body tensing up for a moment after your teeth nibble into her folds. "Now, let me see how you handle him from above."
"Isn't that usually your daughter's job?" Tracer jokes, wiping the saliva off her chin. This elicits a chuckle from Ana, one the captain tries her best to hold back in a knowing manner that confuses the cockney girl. "What, what's so funny?"
"Nothing, cadet." Ana sighs. "Just go ahead and mount my habibi."
Another salute from Tracer before she removes her uniform, save the time device, in record time. She then stands over your lower body, squatting down until her knees are on the edge of the bed, while the cadet grabs hold of your schlong to guide inside of her snatch. As the crown pushes between her folds, you can hear the hissing from between her teeth, knowing that her cavern is going to be stretched out. "Ngh…it really has been a while, ain't it, luv?" You simply give a muffled 'yes', unable to say more while your tongue continues to push its way through the captain's vagina.
"Just remember to be gentle with him, cadet Oxton." Ana says gently, holding Tracer's chin gently in her hand. "I want to have the cum to myself, after all."
"Y-yes, cap'n." Tracer says nervously. Though she may be more experienced than uprising in King's Row, the speedster still knows Ana outranks her, and worries what sort of punishment may come to her if you accidentally cum inside her rather than the Egyptian woman. You try to do your part not to do such a thing, lest you get a piece of that punishment as well. As Tracer sucks on her lip, cupping her breasts in her hands as she rocks her hips against your cock, she asks of her superior, "Cap'n, is…is he allowed to make me cum at least?"
"I don't see why not…" Ana pants, her tongue almost sticking out as she grinds against your face with more aggression, her juices dripping into your mouth. "Just be careful where you get it, however. I don't want to be wearing you on top of the sweat, after all."
"I'll do my best…cap'n…" Tracer grunts, feeling your tip poke around against her cavern walls. Her hands soon move slowly down to her clit, a squeak escaping her lips as she presses her thumb down on the nub. Her breathing grows louder the longer she stays atop your shaft, rubbing away at her lower region while she still rocks against you. When your head pokes against her cervix, Tracer cries out, lifting her body off your rod as she creates a bit more friction in her clit. As she cries out, the cockney woman squirts down on your cock, with her juices splashing atop your groin with some spillage onto the bed sheets. Ana licks her lips as she watches the waterworks, enjoying the way her quarter's lights shine in the reflective surface of the speedster's fluids.
Stepping down cautiously from the bed, Tracer pants heavily before collapsing to her knees, her hands placed over her groin. "That…felt…wonderful…" Tracer says with tired breath.
"You're a bit more exhausted than I thought you would be, cadet." Ana says, herself grunting from the way she bucks against your mouth.
The cockney woman responds with a pathetic giggle, "I ah, may have rewound a few times to make sure I didn't splash on you, cap'n. That took quite a bit out of me." This doesn't surprise you, as she had done something similar almost a year ago when she wanted to experience a better climax fro your cock.
"I see. Good that you at least tried to correct yourself, Oxton." Ana squats up off your face, crawling over your body until her still young looking ass is facing you. She sits atop your lap, allowing you to sit upright while she guides your cock into her snatch, a moan of delight escaping her lips. "Oooh…I hope you're enjoying the view, my baby boy…"
"I sure am…uh…ma'am." You add instantly.
Your eyes fixate on your girlfriend's ass, watching it squish down against your lap, listening to the loud grunts provided by her. You lean into her body, wrapping your arms around her torso while your lips sink into her neckline, pressing delicately onto her brown skin. As you hear the relaxed moans of the captain, your eyes look over at Tracer, who watches on with eager eyes, which gaze at the way her superior rides your cock. She seems to long for your cock once again, though she knows she can't go against Ana's order of her being the one to receive your seed. You can see the saliva drooling down her chin, hungering for more of your load. But you have orders to follow as well.
"Haaaa, yes, my habibi!" Ana groans, wrapping her arm around your head, leaning back to peck your cheek. "Such a good recruit! Knowing how to arouse your captain, pleasing her well! Mmmph...your cock is feeding into my aging hormones, baby boy! Make your captain cum! Do it!"
With your head still buried into her neckline, your teeth bite into her skin, which causes Ana to stop rocking against your lap. Her body freezes in place, only for a moment, while Tracer leans in, expecting something to happen. As she predicts, Ana stands up from your lap, growling through her teeth as her juices splash down onto Tracer's face, the cockney cadet having a wash of satisfaction through her body as Ana squirts all over her, a shower of fluids flying onto her.
After such a squirting, Ana collapses to her knees next to Tracer, allowing you to stand before both of them, stroking your cock for friction. "I think since I'm the only one standing," you grunt, "I think I should just give it to you both..."
Knowing what's about to happen, both Tracer and Ana open their mouths wide, their arms wrapped around one another as they try to keep each other up long enough to catch your fluids. Soon the seed blasts out of your slit, the jizz flying all over their faces until they're both coated with your spunk. It lands all over their chins, cheeks, noses, foreheads, and the two experienced heroes manage to let it land on their tongues as well. After releasing such an orgasm, you collapse to the bed, though you try to keep your head aloft to watch Ana and Tracer swallow your seed, satisfied smiles on their lips.
"Well...that was quite the exercise, eh cap'n?" asks Tracer.
Ana nods, replying, "Indeed it was, cadet. My habibi is growing into his role as recruit. And soon enough, he may just outrank you."
"Hey, now hold on a minute!" Tracer shouts, growing defensive while you and the captain have a laugh with what breath you still have.
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