"I-" Kelly considered how best to answer that question with Michael sitting across from her. Scaletta and his men had fucked her twelve ways from Sunday; while she was a married woman, she hadn't exactly said 'no' or 'stop'. In fact she'd said quite the opposite, even though she'd half been imagining she'd been talking to Max. Further, the memory of her gangbang caused butterflies in her stomach and her pussy to grow moist. "...yes. I'm fine Ben." she eventually settled on. "They haven't mistreated me in the least." While that part wasn't completely true, her body wasn't terribly upset about it either. "W-wait what two women? Who are they? And why would they be interested in where we're going?"
She shoves his chest, but it's like hitting a concrete wall - he doesn't move back at all. Indeed, he continues advancing forward. "Then maybe I should use something other than words?" He grins, before grabbing her wrists in his meaty paws and pulling her arms up against her head. Her back touches the wall once more, and she can feel the thickness of his length against her thighs. "I've wanted this a long time, Nat..."
"And that costume you're wearing? What's that about?" He questions. "The women? They're... Well, I'm not actually sure. One's maybe a year or two older than me, the other's in her thirties I think, a professor or something. I think they're after Anai's tomb too."
"Indeed." Mori nods, "Oh, and for my first order. I want you to prepare yourself for me. From today onwards, you are to wear an anal plug at all times. I'll let you decide on the size, but keep this in mind. The next time we share a room together. I will be using your ass next." He said in a dominant tone, despite giving her a warm smile. He then starts putting on his own clothes, discreetly collecting the listening devices he had planted. "Oh, and feel free to call me whenever." Mori smiles, handing her the tablets, journals.
"Sarge, please be reasonable, I-" She tried to said as he interupt her with kiss. Natasha strugle in his grab, but Sarge keep her wrist really hard, like steel. As his cock touch her vagina she silver from fear. "Mhmm..." She muffled as his tongue tresspear her mouth and cock tease her lips.
His kiss is aggressive, powerful, dominating her with his tongue. "Reasonable? You've been teasing me with that body for too long, girl. Now it's time for you to pay up." He thrusts forward, entering her pussy with his fat cock, her wetness allowing him to enter. "You like that?" His cock splits her apart, touching her sensitive walls as he begins to thrust.
Kelly felt mortified, Ben and Bast had seen her outfit! Even though neither were on the plane at the moment Kelly buried her face in her palm. "My clothes got... dirty on the site and after I went to... nevermind, it's too long a story for now." she hoped that the issue would be dropped or that she could fabricate a plausible reason for it later. The truth was... unbelievable. The two mysterious women also looking for the Lost City caused her concern though. "How many people are looking for this Ruin?" she wondered. A thought struck her and she requested, "Ben, could you find out if they know anything about Max? Please be discrete about it."
"Good. Then I'll get to see if you followed my orders. Mm. Don't forget to pack your most sexy lingerie, I'm a sucker for those." Mori grins, "Go on then, you have some shopping to do." He said as he moves toward the door, giving her ass one last squeeze before going out of the room. With a few hours before dark, Mori decides to add some more muscle into their group. Can't really trust the old man, that grunt he's sending with us might get an additional order to clean up loose ends once we get what we need. He thinks to himself as he goes to his usual bar, sending out a few texts to his trusted mercenary acquiantances.
Despite herself, Kelly almost smiled. "That's Mrs. Hanson Ben." she reminded him again, "And you too." The call ended soon after, and Kelly handed the phone back to Michael. "Thank you." she said again, this time meaning it.
Natasha moan as he enter her, naked and helpless with wrist locked in his grip, she could only shake her head. "Yes... No... I don't know..." She wisper as he pushed his cock inside her womb. Every thrust was like stabbing with weapon her inner core, in like feeling what she fighting and working hard to overcome her entire life. "Please... Don't watch... Don't watch..." She wisper as her most embrassed of her body come to mind, mixed with pleasure of sex and being dominated. Her breast getting harder on Sarge chest.
“I was, saying you must quite bored here...” Miriam grabbed his crotch with her hand and felt up his still-hidden erection. “Yep, very bored indeed... let me take a closer look...” Getting on her knees in front of the guy she pulled his pants and underwear down, revealing his cock.
Luke returned the hug, saying one last goodbye, before he grabbed his bag and headed out of the flat.
"O-Ok..." The married woman groans one last time has he squeezes her ass. Despite her attitude, she's clearly disappointed that he's not going in for another round. Heading back to Kabukicho, Mori quickly finds himself back at his usual place. An elderly mama-san welcomes him in, her equally elderly husband working the bar. "Hey, you!" A voice shouts in English, and turning, Mori cringes as he sees the dark skinned woman who nearly attacked him the other night. The woman puts down her glass of vodka, cracking her neck and cocking back her arm as she approaches him, but she stops in her tracks as a gruff voice sounds from behind her. "Enough, Naomi. Mori ain't yakuza." Naomi sighs, and drops her hand, heading back to sit next to the man who spoke. "Been a while, Mori. Sorry about my girl Naomi, she's a bit of a firecracker." Emishi Norio, known as the Tiger of Ginza, caresses the dark skinned girl as he looks at the smuggler. "I hear you got some well paying work?" He sips his whiskey. "Why don't you buy me another round and tell me all about it?" The legendary street thug suggests.
"No problem." The gangster tucks the phone into his pocket. "I don't know why you bother with small fry like that, though." He shrugs. "Your hubby, too. Girl like you could have any man she wants. Why settle with a guy like that?"
"Geh!" Mori groaned as he saw the foreigner, but thankfully an acquaintance of his was nearby. "Oh, she's one of yours, huh. Urgh, she almost beat me into a coma you know, I think her punch to my chest almost gave me a heart attack." He said as he moves toward Norio's table. He motions for the bartender to give him another round, while ordering his usual sake and bowl of mixed nuts. "Anyway, as for the job. It's pretty big, maybe one of the biggest I'll ever do. Though, calling it smuggling is too far fetched." He sighed, "Anyway, from what I can gather, it'll be one of those tomb raiding gigs. Not really my area of expertise, but the pay's too good to decline." Mori added as their drinks arrive, he immediately downs a shot of his sake. "Aaah. Pretty dangerous too, there's already a private company, with runors of executing trespassers. Which leads me to why I'm here. See, Kaneda-ojisan already hired some muscle. But with how big the job is, and how much he's willing to pay. I'm guessing he might decide to keep everything for himself." He groans once more, pouring himself a drink, "So. What I'm asking is, you interested? I'll pay you three... no four times your going rate."
"If you didn't like it, you wouldn't be so confused." Sarge reaches down to touch her clit, before holding up his finger to show off how wet she is. "And you wouldn't be this wet, either." He pulls out for a second, leaving her feeling empty and frustrated, but it doesn't last long. He flips her around, raw strength making the elite soldier feel like a ragdoll, and enters her again. This time, there's no semblance of gentleness, as he pounds her with his cock. "I'll watch that body of yours all I want." He laughs. "It's mine, now."
Dylan's head turns to the side at the slap but keeps his knee in place, still rubbing against the woman's core. At the same time, his hands slide up to her throat. He does not squeeze but he does hold on firm enough to make it clear he could if he wanted to, a display of dominance. "If that really is what you want, fine. But just answer me one thing... who's really in charge out there? I might want to talk to them in less... chaotic surroundings. To make sure there are no misunderstandings."
Kelly gave a smile that held a hint of condescension. "Maybe because Max is the guy I want, and thus I'm not 'settling'?" she crossed her arms under her breasts and uncrossed her legs, unconsciously growing more comfortable now that she'd talked to Ben; and exposing her pussy in the process. "And they aren't 'small fry' they're my friends. Well... Ben is. Actually he used to be my student, but he's eager and full of initiative. Bast... she used to know my husband; I don't know her very well, but she's been capable." Kelly looked out the window and settled into her seat. Her recent ravishing at the hands of General Pesca had left her physically drained and now with nothing to do until they landed, Kelly made an effort to relax.
