With the distance between them, Alicia stares, a little uncomfortable, but still feeling the warmth of where her body was touched lingering. “Um..thank you for stopping.”
The broker thrusts forwards to meet her, beginning to pound her cunt with his well beyond average cock, as Naomi moans out lewdly. "Good girl, good little slut." Even as he grips her hips and pounds her, the broker still finds time to leave another delightfully painful spank on her ass.
Imalia accepts the hug awkwardly and listens to the explanation. "Err, thanks, I guess..." She doesn't seem to need Alicia's approval, but takes it in the spirit in which it was given. "Your husband never... So you've never..." She looks sad. "I'm sorry. You're beautiful, and really nice. You deserve to feel pleasure from sex."
@moonblack James thanked Celine and Seres for the ride and wished them a pleasant evening.
Rebecca didn't stay for long, putting away her tray and thanking the person standing at the counter for the fine meal. With nothing else to occupy her, she returned to her room and found that someone had placed a file on the bed. Leaving it for the moment, she began to undress returning her clothes to its natural inkiness. She watched it crawl away, directing it toward the nightstand to rest next to the digital clock telling her that it was late.
As he enters, he hears the sounds of dogs barking in the back. The shelter immediately fills him with relief. The place looks clean and well maintained, and the staff look like they genuinely care about the animals.
Looking again through the folder, she sees that it lists the general last known location of the director's cat, Downtown Hollywood. It also suggests looking at seafood restaurants. She spots a picture pinned to the file, one she didn't notice before. It's backwards, the reverse side facing Rebecca, and she sees handwriting in red ink along it. I'm counting on your discretion, Miss Vespa.
The two of them continue to use her body, and Naomi soon cries out as she reaches orgasm. There's a few moments of silence, besides the sound of the broker's hips slapping against Melissa's ass, before Naomi recovers and opens the bedside table, pulling out a long piece of black plastic. The broker leans into Melissa's ear. "I've heard some rumours, recently. Rumours about a succubus draining people dry not far from here. Be a good girl, and I'll give you the details." Naomi attaches the strap on to her hips, a massive black dildo rising up intimidatingly, and ever so alluringly.
Using her own juices, the broker lubricates her asshole, a finger penetrating inside her virgin hole. As her tongue rolls along the black plastic, she can't help but imagine that it's a real cock, and the thought sends her wild. As it happens, though, Naomi has no intention of using the dildo on Melissa's mouth. The broker's hands slip underneath Melissa's legs, pulling her up into the air in a full nelson position, and thrusts forwards into her asshole. As he fucks her, Naomi approaches, sandwiching the milf between the two tattooed deviants, and she thrusts her own fake phallus inside Melissa's pussy. Being fucked in both holes at the same time, held up in the air, the pleasure is beyond anything Melissa's ever experience before.
James looked pleased as he read Rebecca's text, it could explain why the director was so understanding of his requests. He replied, that he was just about to get back his cat, he'd introduce them later.
A friendly looking woman smiles back. "Of course, James. I'm Sandra, pleased to meet you. Please, if you'd sign this?" After thirty minutes or so of dull administrative work, in which James supplies the woman with his fake credentials supplied to him by the Bureau, the woman searches him up, finding that his credentials are clean and that he's never been reported for animal abuse. With a smile, she takes him into the back, where the animals are held in cages. It isn't long before he sees his own cat, who recognises him, rubbing her head against the bars in an attempt to touch him. Sandra notices James' attention. "Ah, I see she likes you. She's been needing a home for a while, her adoption attempts always fall through. Hopefully she can find a good home with you, though."
(It's alright, I like it.)
After taking everything she needed from her, she requisitioned a transport to take her to Hollywood. Stepping out of her car near a visitor's information center, she asked the receptionist for any notable seafood restaurants. Mediterranian, Japanese Sushi, everything that could make the list based on the directions the Director had provided. Vespa's second stop was at a supermarket, finding the most expansive brand of canned tuna with some olive oil to stuff her handbag. It was meant to bribe the cat woman, but hopefully, she wouldn't to share. Maybe she had much time as a cat recently herself. Making a third at a pet store to buy a pair of collars. One meant for herself.Looking again through the folder, she sees that it lists the general last known location of the director's cat, Downtown Hollywood. It also suggests looking at seafood restaurants. She spots a picture pinned to the file, one she didn't notice before. It's backwards, the reverse side facing Rebecca, and she sees handwriting in red ink along it. I'm counting on your discretion, Miss Vespa.
Turning the photo, she's a rather risque shot of the director's kitty:
Vespa told James, she doing something similar. Although hers she couldn't keep in her lap, possibly the other way around, however.
James smiled, crouching down to the feline, 'Hello, there. And here I thought I'd be choosing the cat, not the other way around. She's a beauty. Does she have a name?'
James replied back, wondering if the director had a pet tiger.
Naomi and the broker happily grant her demands, fucking her as hard as humanly possible, both cocks going deep inside her. She can't stand the pleasure for long, and soon orgasm after orgasm leaves her in a trance-like state, losing track of time as she's ravaged. Looking for a moment at a mirror mounted near the bed, Melissa sees not herself looking back, but the succubus who drained her husband, before she climaxes, a massive bolt of pleasure shooting through her body and leaving her insensate, tongue lolling from her mouth as she can do nothing but let herself be fucked.
Her search takes hours, going from sushi place to sushi place, but eventually she hears word of a beautiful woman with fake cat ears poking up out of her hoodie. Following the words of a chef takes her to small Japanese sushi stand. The owner tells Rebecca that he saw the woman just a few minutes ago, buying some salmon sushi from him, and that she went into a nearby alley. Following along, Rebecca hears a woman scream in the alley, and a man cry out in pain. "Bitch! Just get in the fuckin', ahh!"