Emerald glares at you, her hands linked behind her back and over her behind as she scoots a short distance away. It's half-hearted, and you know she'll cave to just a little prodding, but you still find the gesture equal parts adorable and hilarious.
"Why do you want to put something in my butt?" she asks. "What did it ever do to you?"
"It looked good on camera," you reply. "And I took that personally." You reach out an arm around her shoulders and pull her close, sparing her ass for the moment. Emerald walks alongside you, but still wears that sulky pout of hers. "It's just another facet of the business. You've seen the comments; they love your ass. I have to admit, it's a very fine ass."
"Don't think that changes my mind!"
"And, to be fair, a lot of people do this. Most people have tried it at least once."
"And how many have gotten hurt?"
"Probably a few," you admit, "which is why I said we'd look into training your ass. Not using it. I'm talking about stretching you gently, with lubrication and maybe just a finger to start, before working slowly up to the real thing. We'd be careful."
"Why can't we stretch your butt?"
"Because our fans online don't want to see that, and because you lack a certain anatomical part that would let you take advantage of it." You let your voice dip. "If you really don't want to do this then we won't, but it just feels strange you're happy to have me in one hole but not the other. But that's fine. I can find someone else to do that. Maybe Velvet would take your place."
Someone else. A replacement.
Someone who might be willing to do more, and who might steal you away if they prove more capable than Emerald. You see the thought flash over her face, and then she's gripping your arm tight.
"I—I didn't say no," she mumbles. "I didn't say I wouldn't do it."
Too easy.
"I'm glad to hear it. Don't worry, we'll take this at your pace, and we're going to do it professionally as well. We're going to get the supplies we need to make this as painless and quick a process as possible."
Emerald glances up at you. "A doctor?"
You bring her to a building with blacked out windows and stop. Everything is tinted, hidden away, but a sign on the door reads "Lover's Nest" and beneath that another reads "toys, costumes & more". Emerald looks up at it, then back at you, her eyes flat.
"This isn't a doctor," she grumbles. "This is a sex shop."
"Yes, it is. Where better to find some tools to help stretch you out?" You pat her back when she flinches back. "Don't be so worried. We're looking for lube and some very thin plugs to get you started. You can ignore any of the crazier things in here."
"Good."
"Those will come later."
"Ugh." Emerald stares at you again. "Couldn't you have just not said that?"
"I'm an honest man."
Sometimes.
You push into the store and bring Emerald in behind you. The interior is bathed in pale pink lighting, and it needs to be because the blacked-out windows prevent any natural sunlight from getting in. It's not a big place by any means, but the shelves are stacked high and cover the whole place. Most of it is split into sections for different uses, with a rack of sex toys on one wall and a sign under them reading, "Display Models. Do not use. Do not ingest" and then stacks of sealed boxes at the base.
Another wall is covered with little plastic bags of costumes that probably also see themselves sold in Halloween stores. There's the usual range of nurse, devil, and bunny girl, but there are also some unique ones like huntress and Grimm. Several types for the latter in fact, though they look to mostly be black skinsuits with white plates.
Your eyes are quickly drawn to the penetrative toys on a shelf at the back. There's a wide range of sizes and uses, and most of them can be attached to strap-on belts as well if needs be. Though you're here for something small and easily accessible for Emerald to get started, it's almost inevitable that your eyes are drawn to the biggest and most attention-grabbing things there.
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"Good lord," you whisper, staring at a knobbly thing with a thick, spiky knot at the base.
"No." Emerald shakes her head wildly. "You can't be serious!"
"Emerald, you'd die if I shoved that in your backdoor. I was just surprised a thing like this exists."
You don't touch it, but you marvel at its size. It's 12 inches long at least, and tapered at the top, growing thicker toward the base and the knot. It is, quite obviously, inhuman. The name of this toy – and "toy" does this an injustice – is The Beowolf.
You don't think Grimm ever had appendages like this, or that they reproduced sexually at all, but it's still quite a clever idea for a range of toys. They could be worn with a strap-on as well, in combination with the outfits earlier, to mimic Grimm. There's a whole set, including The Ursa, The Boarbatusk, The Nevermore, and The Goliath.
What woman could take that last one, you don't know. It's over eighteen inches and thicker than your arm. The damn thing needs two pegs on the wall to keep it upright and costs a whopping 5,000 lien. You can't tell if they're collector's items or just really, really high-quality. A show or video with that would certainly draw attention, but you'd need someone very flexible. Or maybe someone with aura. That's about the only way a girl could take such a thing without harm.
Emerald makes a whimpering sound and you come back to reality, quickly steering her away from the big toys and towards much smaller ones. Pencil vibrators, thin plugs and other toys smaller than your own member. She's quick to calm down once she's away from those frightening things. Thankfully, the price comes down a lot as well.
"Something like this could work to loosen you a bit," you say, holding up a silver vibrator that's about the length of your middle finger, but a bit thicker. You hand it to her, and she rolls it over in her fingers. "It doesn't feel too intimidating, does it?"
"I… I guess not…" Emerald plays with it for a bit and accidentally sets it vibrating. She almost drops it before she turns it off.
"That would be a good start, but we'd need something to widen you up when you start feeling more comfortable." You bring her to a section of butt plugs, and Emerald looks at them warily. Again, there are numerous sizes, but you pick what looks to be a beginner-friendly one. It's silvery metal again, with a sizable bulb on one end, a narrow shaft, and then a round stopper so that nothing gets lost inside. There's no vibrating function. "This is the kind of thing you put in and wear for a couple of hours a day. It's to slowly get you used to it."
Emerald still looks nervous, so you tell her to have a look through them and decide which she thinks she can handle while you make your way over to the counter. The clerk behind it hasn't made any attempt to approach you or talk before now, but you think that's probably a deliberate choice. Being approached by someone offering help in an electronics or clothes store is fine, but the average person coming into a sex shop probably feels nervous already. It's probably not a good idea to walk up behind them or pressure them.
The man behind the counter looks remarkably calm. Even a little blasé. His slim features and pink eyes give him an exotic look, and you think he could look like a girl at a distance. Up close, you see otherwise, but he's still one of the prettiest men you've ever seen.
Some people have all the luck.
"Morning," he says, and even his voice sounds laid back. "I'm Ren. Nice to meet you."
Again, he doesn't offer to help or try to intrude. He waits for you, or any customer, to speak first. It's a relaxed experience, and you rather like not having to mince words.
"Morning," you say. "We're just looking around for a few things, but I have to ask, do you offer advice?"
"I can. We pride ourselves on a detailed and discreet shopping experience."
"Is that the blurb?"
The boy shrugs. "It's what I'm told to say. Most of our customers prefer it if we're short, direct, and informative. There's no judgment or drama here. We want to make this a relaxed and easy place to shop. If you need advice, I can provide it. If you'd rather I stay quiet and out the way, I can do that as well." His lips quirk faintly. "I'm fairly sure I was hired because I don't offer much in the way of customer service. There were far more forward and friendly people in the interviews who didn't make it."
You're not surprised. Ren's probably right in his suspicions, since an overly pushy or friendly salesclerk would make people feel on the spot. This is one of the rare places where you'd be happy to have a clerk paying zero attention, who's sat behind the counter reading and ignoring the world. Any other store's poor customer service is this store's gold standard.
"That sounds perfect to me," you say. Emerald might not appreciate what you're about to say, but you're curious as to just how unflappable Ren is. "Emerald and I are a new porn studio and we're looking to stretch her a bit to make anal easier. Any suggestions?"
Most people would freak out upon having that kind of information dumped on them, or at least freeze up a little in shock, or go red in the face, or stutter. Ren simply nods, reaches under the counter, and places a clear plastic dispenser atop it.
"The most important thing is going to be a lubricant. We recommend this for anything involving a person's rectum because of its cleanliness. Something to keep in mind is that it will feel very cold, so you might want to warm the bottle up a little before using it. Nothing extreme. Do not put this in the microwave or an oven, and then in anyone's body. Just wrap it in a towel or rest it on a heater for a few minutes. Test some on your finger and see if it's close to room temperature." He taps the lid. "It's 50 lien and it'll last for a while. The exact time will depend on how sparing you are, but, for the first timers, I'd suggest being generous."
"Secondly." He brings up another dispenser, but this one looks more like the kind of metal can whipped cream would be squeezed out of. "This is a sanitiser. I shouldn't need to tell you certain holes can be unclean or unsightly, and that'll matter if you're recording this. Use this beforehand. Think of it like a bidet in a can. Also 50 lien."
He's good. Knowledgeable, unflappable, and something about the way he speaks, even at all times, makes him sound very calming to listen to. You can see why his boss hired him for this place. He could calm any customer down just by talking to them.
"Those sound good," you say. "We're looking at toys as well to help stretch her."
Ren nods. "I'd advise a thin vibrator and a butt plug. Use the vibrator to loosen first, and also to make it a pleasurable experience, and stick with that for a day at least. Move it around and see if they can't get off on it. I'd start using the plug on the second day. The vibrator she's looking at is a cheap one – it's only 150 lien. Same for the plug. You could substitute the vibrator for fingers if you prefer. Again, lubricate well. I would not suggest trying anal without the lubrication. Anything else you can take risks and use substitutes for, but do not think for even a second that human saliva will be enough to make it an easy experience."
You nod, pretty sure he's right on that one. You've obviously never tried it yourself, but you know how tight your asshole is, and if someone did have to poke around in there for medical reasons then you'd hope they would use something to make it a little easier. Emerald would as well, and you also can't avoid the "bidet-in-a-can" because the slightest trace of faecal matter would ruin a video.
What you could be flexible on is the toys. By the sounds of it, the difference between using toys and other objects is going to come down to comfort and efficiency. Emerald will have an easier time with the two toys, bringing the total to 400 lien, but you could cut that down to 250 lien if you did away with the vibrator and just used your fingers.
Then again, Emerald has shown she'll do just about anything for you. The girl is desperate for your affirmation, and devoted to you, and she's so quick to cave when you push her.
How hard would it be to convince her to just take you up the ass with a dash of lube? It'd bring the cost down to 100 lien, and while the experience would be both shocking and painful for her, the video would probably do well. A lot of people online enjoy the more extreme reactions, and Emerald would be howling for the whole video.
>BUY FULL TRAINING: Buy it all for 400 lien. It will take her 2 days to feel comfortable to try anal with you.
>GO HALFWAY: Skip out on the vibrator and use your fingers. It will cost 250 lien and take 4 days for her to feel comfortable to try anal with you.
>NO TOYS: Buy the lube for 100 lien and convince Emerald to do anal with just those. It will be a painful experience for Emerald.
“I’ll buy the full set.”
“A good choice,” says Ren, accepting your card. “I’ll package those for you.”
"While I'm here," you say, "Do you mind if I ask the prices for other toys and goods?"
"Of course," says Ren, as calm as ever. "Our cosplay outfits are 300 lien each. That's a little above the average price in a costume store, but they're made to be higher quality and reusable. The ones you'd get elsewhere will fall apart after a single use and will usually look much tackier. These are good enough to take to conventions. Props not included."
"For sex toys and other gear, including bondage and submission, I think it'd be best if you bought our catalogue." He slides a hefty booklet toward you. "It's only 10 lien and will let you look at prices whenever you wish, then you can come here to buy, or call me to order and I can have them ready for you to collect. Most sets are sold in pieces, so you can start cheap and buy, for example, Bondage Ropes for 150 lien, or you could go all the way and buy a full Restraints Set for 1,500 lien. The catalogue will do a better job explaining what's in each one."
A mere 10 lien for access to the store's stock is a no-brainer, and you slide it across, taking the catalogue as he hands it to you. Flicking through, you can see there's a lot here. Probably more than they have in the store at the moment. You imagine it's kept in a warehouse, or needs to be ordered in. It'll be good to have this on hand, however.
Plus, if, or when, you open a brothel, you'll want to give your guests plenty of toys to use on the girls working there. If you were to open a room dedicated to BDSM, for instance, then it wouldn't be very successful if you didn't stock it with some toys and props the guests could use. In fact, the back of the catalogue even has larger toys, such as beds with handcuffs built in, racks, stockades, and even cages built for humans.
"This'll be really useful. Thank you."
Ren nods. "It's my job to help however I can."
"I have to ask, though," you say. "You're really good at this job, but you don't strike me as the type to apply for a place like this… I hope that's not offensive to say."
"It's not." Ren closes his eyes and smiles faintly. "You're right that I would have never applied to a place like this normally. It was actually my girlfriend who pushed me into it. We're at Beacon U on scholarship programs. We were looking for extra work. I didn’t actually consider this place, but she pushed me, saying I should try everywhere, and that you never know what will work out." He chuckles. "In the end, she was right. I got the job and it worked out. I enjoy it here."
It sounds like his girlfriend has the right idea. You never know what will or won't work, and if you convince yourself something won't then that's as good as making sure it doesn't. You have to grasp every opportunity handed to you sometimes.
"Sounds like a smart girlfriend you have."
"Hm. Smarter than me sometimes, though not always. Most people think she's an airhead because of how friendly she is, but she won her way into Beacon U alongside me. Vale has been an interesting experience. That's for sure."
"Tell me about it. Everything costs an arm and a leg here. We're paying 250 lien per night at a hotel."
"It's ridiculous," he agrees. "We're lucky that Beacon provides student accommodation. And, on the bright side, neither of us has to pay the tuition thanks to our scholarships."
"Sounds like the two of you have it good." You take your bag, and the catalogue, and step back. "Thanks for today. I'll come back and pick your brain in future if that's all right? You're pretty knowledgeable on all this."
"It's my job to be, and you're welcome to return." He looks at Emerald, nods, and says, "Good luck. I'm told it's not nearly as painful as most people think it is. At least if you take it slow and don't rush anything."
You slip out of the shop with your purchases, feeling satisfied at having done what you set out to do, but also rather pleased with how things panned out as well. The catalogue will be incredibly useful for future planning, and that Ren guy might also be a valuable contact.
Who knows? He might even become more.
You have 3,829 lien, and a brand new set of equipment that should help Velvet, and anyone else in the future, safely unlock the ability to do anal.
You decide to save a little money and have lunch at the hotel.
You're planning to leave Emerald alone for the afternoon, so that she can practice her anal in the comfort of your room. You might have a little fun tomorrow making her walk around with a plug in, but it’s only fun if it isn't agonising, so, for the first day, it only feels fair to let Emerald stay in a comfortable room while she tries it on. She'll have your laptop, the internet, and a wide range of free flash games to play, so you're sure she'll be fine on her own.
While she eats, you browse the internet on your scroll. Ever since yesterday's run romp in the park with Velvet watching, you've been curious about the laws regarding that – and the legal and justice system in general.
Vale is, by all accounts, an incredibly ordered city. There used to be a lot of crime when the Grimm were about and the city had other things to focus on, but once that ended and you had a lot of very skilled people with aura left without work, the uptake of law enforcement, private security, and bodyguards skyrocketed. As a result, crime rates are very low in the city, which makes sense. Vale is a playground for the rich, and while bad people would certainly want to prey on them, they're rich enough to afford a sizable and very competent police force.
Thankfully, that force is more focused on stopping actual bad crimes like theft, murder, and the like. Meanwhile, a lot of the criminal gangs in Vale seem to have moved away from low-brow crime into more organised methods. Why rob one person on the street for 50 lien and risk prison when you can organise illegal casinos for wealthy patrons and rake in huge money? Why break into homes for a couple of hundred, when you can defraud big businesses for millions?
Scams, con artists, and business crime are the big things in the city right now, and most everything else is handled by fines. Had you been caught, you would have each been fined 500 lien (though maybe Velvet would have gotten off with a warning), and, if you couldn't pay, then you'd have been kept in a cell for a bit.
It looks like Vale does have a prison just outside the city, but it's quite small, and the reason they can get away with that is because a lot of criminals are given options nowadays on how they will pay back their crimes. That is, of course, saved for prisoners getting custodial sentences. Not for small fines or infractions.
For crimes like murder, the sentence is jail time, and nothing can change that, but someone jailed for a period of 10 years for a lesser crime can apparently opt to surrender themselves as a sex slave for 10 years instead, and the same for those jailed for longer periods. Half the money they're sold for goes to the city as reparations to the victim and as a further punishment to the offender, but they otherwise get to keep the rest they're sold for and be forgiven for their crime once their time is up.
It's a strange system but you see the logic in it. Running a prison is costly, both in terms of feeding prisoners and having enough guards to keep them both inside, and safe from one another. If Vale wanted to keep every criminal in prison then they'd end up costing the taxpayers huge amounts of money, and the prison would need to expand. Finding an alternative way of keeping them locked away for the same time is honestly quite clever.
And, at the end of the day, the point of a prison is to keep the offender locked away for a set-time so that they can't harm anyone. A slave would also be locked away for that same time, so it's not like the offender is getting away with their crimes. Having some money set aside for the offender when they come out of jail will also make them less likely to re-offend, because their situation won't be so immediately dire.
It's a surprisingly well thought out system.
Lesser crimes, like being caught fucking in public, are delegated to fines only, though if you were to be repeatedly caught then you might end up in a little more legal trouble. It's best not to take any risks on that side, though – and you can't believe you're thinking this – you could theoretically let someone else be caught and arrested, and then buy them as a slave when they take that option.
There's really no need to with someone like Emerald, who is already loyal to you, but it would be a theoretically possible thing. But if you did that in an obvious manner then the person would definitely rat you out.
While you're online, you decide to do a little "housekeeping" on your porn account as well. It's new, but doing well, and you don't want to leave it to die or dwindle in any way. You have a quick look over the comments and notice that a lot of them are talking about the voyeur. They've pieced together that it's a girl from the way Velvet sounded, and a couple of them are wondering if you might be getting a new actress involved.
It occurs to you that you could do a little audience engagement, maybe even hype them up for what's to come. You navigate to your front page and add a new tagline at the top. Something simple, but suggestive.
"Spam this bunny (bunny emoji) if you want to see a sexy bunny girl joining the crew."
It's only a minute later that the first person posts a bunny emoji in the comments. It's only one, but then it’s been a minute, so you imagine there'll be a couple more before long. This should hype them up a little and get them excited for what's to come, but it could backfire if you don't deliver on the suggested promise.
You figure you'll have three days to come true on the promise of a bunny girl. That's about as far as their patience will last. It ought to give a nice boost to Velvet's debut if you can get her acting, so that should be some extra money.
But something like this won't work constantly. It'll be a nice way to hype up a new girl's debut.
You shouldn't expect it to have any effect on any existing girl.
While you're there, you take a moment to check the rules of the algorithm, which are rather nicely explained in a section on the site. They're fairly open about it, not trying to trick anyone, and it's to their benefit if you make videos that fit the algorithm and make them ad revenue, so you expect it's very honest.
It looks like the main thing will be to make regular videos and keep things new and interesting. Adding new girls should help, as will just having more videos, but also better production values. One thing to note is that the site suggests that getting the algorithm to a neutral stage (from -50% to 0% bonus) will be much easier than getting it to the positive stage (from 0% to +50% bonus).
The former will just require you to prove you can produce decent content regularly, but the latter is going to require you to be registered as a proper and official studio, which means you're going to need a full studio and production set, and even then you'll probably need to make a few really successful videos to prove yourself. A couple of viral videos, or ones earning seriously big money, should convince the algorithm you're on its side and see you favoured.
"I'm stuffed," says Emerald, leaning back.
"You will be this afternoon as well," you comment, making her flush and glare at you. Luckily, no one else heard. "Will you be okay staying in the room tonight? You don't have to stay there if you don't want to. You can walk around Vale. You have a key to get back in."
"I'd rather just stay there," she says, shrugging. "Comfortable bed, TV, laptop. Why would I want to leave?"
Most people would find it boring and closeted, but you suppose, for a girl who's been on the streets for as long as she has, that being locked away in a room is a comfortable reminder that you don't need to spend the night outside anymore.
"All right. I expect you to get some practice in with what we bought, though."
"Ugh. Yes, dad." Emerald rolls her eyes, but there's also a faint flush to her face as she says it, and a please curl to her lips. "I'll practice shoving a vibrator in my ass. I promise."
"Good girl. I'll see you tonight. I'll call the hotel phone if anything changes. Make sure to answer."
Having an afternoon to yourself isn't so bad, you think, as you stroll about Vale. Emerald has been a great use and you do both appreciate and like her as a person, but no one wants to be tied at the hip to someone forever. Sometimes it's nice to have some time to yourself to think.
You planned to go drinking around some bars to relax and also go to the job centre, but it turns out that not only are those two different things, but the job centre is also not a place that serves drinks.
Crazy.
With the choice split down the middle, you decide to check out the bars instead. It's the afternoon, and you're sure the job centre will be busier in the morning anyway, plus the bars are opening right about now and will be much busier with people coming off work and wanting to have a drink to relax after a hard day.
It’s a Friday afternoon too, so it should be a little busier than usual. Beacon University closes down for the weekend, and while the dorms stay open, you imagine the students come out into Vale to have some fun. Saturday, especially, might be a good time to catch students out on nights out, or just out shopping and enjoying themselves.
It's too early for that right now, however.
The kinds of clubs the students will go to open in the evening, and they're probably there until past midnight. They're expensive too, with entry fees and over-priced drinks since you're there for the "experience" and not the price. If you go out clubbing, then you won't have time to record any videos with Emerald.
Right now, however, it's the bars that are open, and it's the everyday workers who are enjoying some well-earned time off. You even spot a few work parties, small huddles of men and women in suits drinking together and pretending they like one another. Some quite obviously have their employers among them because everyone toadies up to them and pours them drinks.
It doesn't look like much fun. You wonder if the ones in charge are really so ignorant as to not realise their staff are nervous around them, and not having fun, or if they just don't care. Maybe it's a power trip for them. Or maybe they really are that dumb.
You have a few drinks at each bar you go through, quickly working your way through 50 lien until you're feeling a little lighter in the head, and a whole lot more relaxed about life in general. The hours tick by, the atmosphere becoming merry and even a little more jovial.
Even the work parties begin to lose themselves, worry overtaken by drunkenness making people say unwise things to those they really ought to be more careful around. A few of them up and leave to other places, maybe later bars, home, or even strip bars. You're not sure and you don't follow.
Instead, you continue your rounds, watching the people out together and having drinks here and there. Another 50 lien later finds you in a quiet dive bar where jazz music plays out of an old jukebox, and older people become even more prevalent. This isn't the kind of place teenagers frequent. This is where locals to Vale come for the quiet mood, and decent drinks at reasonable prices. Sadly, most of the people there are already in groups or with their partners, but you do spot one woman alone at the bar.
It's an older woman with short black hair and feline ears atop her head, one of them pierced through with little bronze studs. You'd put her in her late thirties to early forties, but she's not unattractive. In fact, she fits the definition of a MILF, with a full and shapely body that has heft everywhere. You're only 18 yourself, but that doesn't make you immune to the charms of an older woman, and she looks like she's all on her lonesome.
"This seat free?"
You like to think you'd have thought up a better opening line if you weren't already on the way to getting drunk, but, luckily, she isn't much better. Her eyes are still clear, so you're confident she's aware and sober enough, but her face is flushed from alcohol and she's holding a glass loosely between her fingers.
"It looks free to me," she says, only slurring a little. "But there are plenty others free as well."
"None so close to a beautiful woman," you say, probably not very suavely.
Despite that, her eyes brighten, and she hides a quick smile into her drink, taking a long sip as you slide in and lean your elbow on the bar. Her shoulders lift a little as well, and she angles herself on her stool so that she's favouring you just a little more. You don't see yourself as being a particular master of body language when sober or drunk, but you think even an idiot could read her reactions as overall positive.
"Can I buy you a drink?" you ask.
"Are you sure you want to buy a drink for an old lady like me?"
"Never been surer." You flag down the man behind the bar. "A rum and cola for me. And for the lady…?"
"A long island iced tea." Her eyes remain on you, misty yellow, a little lidded by her black lashes and a tiny bit unfocused. "I'm Kali. And does the handsome stranger have a name?"
It looks like you're not the only one fumbling one liners tonight.
"He does. Maybe you'll even learn it."
"Oh. Mysterious. I like mysteries."
You slide another 10 lien across the bar in payment and pick up your glass, holding it out to lightly clink against her own before you both drink. Your eyes remain locked as you do, and you can't help but think how immediately receptive she's been. Is she that easy, or did she come out tonight hoping that someone would pick her up? Things are looking good for you either way.
"So, Kali, what has you out alone tonight?"
"The working week is over and my daughter is at university. I didn't feel like staying home on my own." She sets the glass down on the bar, perhaps a little too heavily in her tipsy state. "But I was just as alone here until you showed up. My hero."
"No Mr. Kali to keep you company?"
"My husband died several years ago unfortunately. I've been busy looking after our daughter since then." A single mother, then. You imagine it hurts more than she admits, but at least she doesn't ruin the mood. "But now she's flown the coop and at university, I've suddenly found myself with all this free time that I don't know what to do with."
"It must be lonely," you say.
Kali takes the cue for what it is and places a hand on your knee. Her breath comes out softly. "It is."
Your mouth is dry. This woman…
"Would you like another drink?"
Kali finishes her drink. "I think I'd rather call it a night." Her fingers leave the glass and move to you instead, her forefinger touching your chest as she leans in over your shoulder. Her hot breath brushes over the lobe of your ear, and then something much hotter and wetter touches it, sending a bolt of lightning through your body. "Be a gentleman and escort me home?"
The trip back to Kali's home is lost to time.
You remember brief flashes, like the two of you laughing at some terrible joke, or Kali hanging onto your arm and almost bowling you over by how limbless she became, and you definitely remember a moment where she cups your cheek and turns your face to hers, suddenly kissing you and pushing her tongue into your mouth. Somewhere in the midst of it, with her lips all across your neck, you remember calling Emerald, who you told Kali was your little sister, and telling her you wouldn't be home tonight.
You remember the taste of alcohol and cherries.
Her home is nice.
You'd notice more if she hadn't bumped back against the front door, her back to it and her hands behind her, arching her back so that her large bosom is pushed out towards you. "This is it," she says, fishing a key out of her handbag but making no move to use it. "Would you like to come inside?"
The double entendre almost makes you moan.
"Will there be coffee?"
Kali titters, still flushed, head tilted to one side and her eyes on you. "I think coffee would ruin the mood," she whispers. "Don't you? But if you'd like some then I might be able to offer you something similarly… stimulating."
>TAKE THE COFFEE BY THE REINS: You are really thirsty for this "coffee" thing that is most definitely not a euphemism.
>GO OUT CLUBBING: Kali is a tempting woman but it’s a Friday night and you're sure there will be some younger girls at the clubs.
>FILM A VIDEO WITH EMERALD: You're here for the money, not the sex, so Kali will have to finish herself off alone while you go back and film a video.
It's not a difficult choice.
Your mouth is on hers, and then her tongue is in your mouth, and then your mouth is on her neck and you're not sure when that happened, but you can't complain. You hear the turn of a key and you both stumble into the house. The door is kicked shut and left unlocked. Anyone who wants to break in and interrupt you now is probably going to die, and you're not sure if it'll be you or Kali killing them.
Her hands slide up under your jacket and up to your shoulders, pushing it off you. It's discarded on what is probably a living room floor, but your eyes are a little focused on a woman twice your age as she grips both sides of her oriental dress and pulls it open. Her breasts spill out, gravity pulling down on such wonderfully large tits.
You lean in to place a hand under one, marvelling at how your hands aren't big enough. You push it up and fasten your lips over her dark nipple, sucking sharply and swirling your tongue all over it. Kali moans, placing her hands on your head and pulling you in, but also steering you through her home.
Several doors pass you by before you bump into a large bedroom with a double bed in the centre. Kali turns you around, plants her hands on your shoulders and pushes you back so you're sitting on the edge.
Her hands find your pants immediately and he unbuttons them, then tugs them down and off you as you lift your hips to make it easier. You're used to taking the lead with Emerald, but this is no homeless waif down on her luck. This is a woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is the tent in your boxers. Her eyes light up and she kneels down between your legs to rub her cheek against the tented material, almost as if she's a cat scent marking something.
"Oh my~" she purrs. "Is this all because of me? Oooh baby, you're so stiff and uncomfortable." Her eyes meet yours, as her fingers find the waistband. "Let me have a look and see if I can't make it all better for you."
Cold air washed against your length as Kali teases your boxers down. You're hard, erect, standing up in front of her face. Her eyes trace your full length, and her smile grows, lips parting.
"Mmmm~" One of her hands comes to wrap around your base. Her fingers are soft, and your cock throbs against her. "So hard. So tall and lovely. And this is all for me, isn't it?" she purrs. "You're this hard because of me. A handsome younger man with a lovely young cock standing at attention because of an old woman like me."
Kali brings her mouth to your tip and breathes warm, wet breath onto you. It's enough to make you moan.
"You really know how to make a woman feel wanted…" Her eyes widen briefly. "Ah, I didn't get your name."
You groan. Now, of all times? "It's Jo-"
"I think I'll just call you darling if that's okay."
Her lips touch the tip of your penis before you can respond to that, and then she kisses it. Without breaking that kiss, she pushes down, using your own cock to force her lips apart. The movement causes her lips to glide firmly down your shaft. The burning warmth of her mouth has you leaning forward, over her head, and you grasp her hair with both hands.
Emerald struggled on her first time, but Kali isn't new to this. Humming happily, and sending vibrations through you as she does, she continues taking you down and down, all the way, until her lips brush against your balls. You're as deep as you can go, and Kali's hands splay out across your thighs as she closes her eyes and slurps messily around you.
Kali bobs up and down wildly, drunken and messy, her tongue slathering you the whole way and her cheeks dipping in as she sucks. Her free hand begins to fondle your balls, rolling them about as she takes you deep again, then holds her nose down into your pubic hair without once gagging.
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You fall back on the bed and moan loudly as she works, destroying every thought in your head as if she's sucking your very being out of your manhood. Then, without warning, you're ice cold again as she pulls off with a wet slopping sound, gasping for breath.
You immediately miss the warmth of her mouth.
Before you can complain however, she stands and rips off her clothing bit by bit, hurling the pieces away and standing before you stark naked. Her body is full, soft, and all curves. Kali crawls onto the bed, over you, her large bottom lip caught between her teeth.
"I'm sorry," she says, not sounding very sorry at all. "I can't. It's been too long." She swings a leg over your thigh to straddle you, and your cock twitches upward. "I need to have you inside me, darling. No more foreplay. I need you now."
Kali sits down atop you, driving your rock-hard cock inside her in one fell swoop. Her body is soft and heavy, and she isn't as tight as Emerald, but you'll be damned if she doesn't feel just as good. The older woman wastes no time and begins grinding down onto you, bouncing up and down, then pausing to rub against you before beginning again.
"That's it!" she gasps. "Oh yes! You're inside me! So big and strong! Ah!"
You rear up for a kiss, only to find your face planted in her chest instead. That's more than fine, and you latch onto one of her large tits and suck like a baby seeking milk. Kali cries out in delight, pulling you into her, and then she leans forward and brings you onto your back again, still riding you, but now also squashing her breast into your face. You can barely breathe.
It's a good way to die.
Kali doesn't allow it, however. Drawing back, she cups your face in two hands and gives you the kiss of life, forcing you to swallow her breath, her tongue, and everything else she can give you. All the while, her ass claps up and down, slapping your bodies together and driving you wild. Your hands clap onto her ass cheeks and squeeze tight. There's so much of her that you feel your fingers sink in, giving you a perfect grip to drag her pussy down and onto you, making the slapping louder and pounding your dick up into her harder and harder.
Your lips break, and she arches back, one hand behind her as she rides you, the other playing with one of her tits. You look up at her, lost in the sight of it, then trail your eyes down over her stomach to where the two of you are joined. Her thighs are glistening with both your juices.
"Mmm! Yes! Harder, darling! Oh God, yes. That's it! Fuck me. Remind me what it's like to be a woman! Oh fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
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Kali comes crashing back down again, and you're kissing again, moaning into one another's mouths with her huge breasts squashed flat against your chest, her nipples rubbing against your own. Her fingers thread into your hair and refuse to let go. Her tongue, long and wet, glides slowly through your mouth until it finds your own, and then nothing is slow. You're a wild, messy, slobbery mess of noises and spit that has no meaning.
"I'm cumming!" you hiss.
"Yes!" she hisses, riding you even harder. "Do it! Inside! Do it now! Fill me up, darling!" Her voice cracks as she wails, "Breed me!"
"Fuck!"
Your cries join hers as you thrust up one last time. Kali plunges down as well, squashing you into her bed and engulfing you deep in her body. Her legs pinch into your hips, locking you in place, as if you could have possibly gone anywhere!
Thick, ropey cum shoots up into her, one after another, your cock jerking and pulsing in her body as you paint her white. Kali's back arches as you do, the woman almost bending over backwards as she moans up at the ceiling, before she comes crashing back down forwards, her breasts softening her fall, and her lips finding yours one last time.
You lay there, with Kali pinning you down and milking you for all you're worth. Eventually, energy leaves her as well and she slumps atop you, panting heavily, face flushes, eyes practically glowing as she looks up at you.
And then she leans in to kiss you again, softly, sweetly, and she brings her leg up and over you, sliding your already soft member out her body. Semen drips from her, but she doesn't even attempt to deal with it.
Instead, she curls up against your side, her face buried in the crook of your neck, and whispers unwise words that you can only hope are fuelled by sex and alcohol.
"Mmm. I love you…"
You're in no state to respond, or to think. Exhaustion and post-coital clarity don't mix well with all the alcohol, and you fall asleep in the arms of a woman twice your age that you've just had a one-night stand with.
Author's Note:
Original Quest: https://fiction.live/stories/Running-the-Red-Light/z3DQkYE5X8YBXovZ8/home
Visual Novel: https://andoravn.itch.io/running-the-red-light