Chapter 11
The faded taste of cherry lipstick assaulted my mouth as the door slipped open and I found myself pushed to the ground. The door slammed behind me with a sound that could have shaken me from my sleep, guided straight into its frame by a protruding leg that didn't look like it should have had that much force against it. No leg should have been able to close a door like that.
The tumble was jarring as, for a brief second, I was free again of the scent of perfume applied twelve hours prior that lingered about. I hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud in stark contrast to the ear-ringing slam not even a second earlier. I had no time to relax, though, as something crashed into me, the scent returning full force as two hands ran through my hippie mane and lips found their way onto mine. My hands found their way to fabric, warm flesh beneath, moving downward as the dress gave way to the leg that had slammed the door. My hand grasped the silky white calf, pulling it down as the body atop me shifted a little, putting more of its weight on me, while at the same time it added so much more sensuality to it.
It started back at Zero, trying to get my hotel key. When the Typhlosion was done with her, the woman, Melissa, introduced herself and said she didn't have any extras, that my friend had taken the last room, but I was "welcome" to stay in hers, that I should come by when I was done with shooting for the night.
I only had one other scene that night, which involved a crowd of guys masturbating over a Chansey that lay on the floor, her stubby little arms unable to pleasure herself. She had one of those high-end, powerful vibrators in her pussy, sending her body almost into tremors as lines of guys blew their loads all over her pink body. We each took two shots on her, offered a Blissey egg between goes. I never knew it until that moment, but Blissey eggs revitalized libido and gave me the energy I needed to go my second time.
And, hopefully, to deal with Melissa. The moment I arrived, she was ready to jump my bones, kissing me all through the hallway of the hotel--rented in its entirety for the event--to our room, and now straddling me. I had never been with a human woman before, beyond a bit of light making out in high school, and boy had I lucked out.
Melissa was in her late 20s and stacked to high hell. Luscious curves all over, round, juicy tits that pressed against my chest, and a beautiful ass that my hands eagerly took a handful of. Her legs were solid, and oh how I wanted those wrapped around my waist. Her long silver-blonde hair ran amok over my face as she made no attempt to move it, growing more and more dishevelled as she stopped caring. She wore a blue dress with pitifully small straps and a length that attempted modesty like I attempted celibacy. Even when she wasn't bent over a table letting a fire-type fuck her, it barely granted her any cover.
We would have fucked on the floor if I hadn't said anything. I know we would have. Melissa wasn't going to be picky, but then again she wasn't the one who risked rug burn. I mustered up my strength, overpowering the soothing scent that made me want to surrender then and there to her, and rolled us over so that I lay on top. "Bed," was my only word.
Again, everything became a blur where the only remaining certainties was the pair of ruby lips that meshed against mine sloppily and the milky flesh that pressed against mine. By the time I could keep track of my surroundings again, she was again atop me, this time on the bed so comfortable that it worked in vicious collusion with her radiant sexuality to make me surrender fully to her wiles. Never could I imagine a bed that dreamy.
While Melissa assaulted my mouth with hers, her hands worked eagerly on my pants, surprisingly not just tearing them off. I wouldn't have put it past her. As she freed my penis, I worked with much less subtlety, almost tearing the straps to her dress as I pulled them off her shoulders, working the dress down to reveal her goods. Her large breasts fell free, leaving the crumpled up dress only covered from the flesh under her breasts to her waist, hiked up to reveal her bare, round bottom.
When finally my pants were down she dismounted me for just a second to get them off and toss them aside. My mouth lamented the loss of her fruity taste as she sat up properly. She wasted no time in mounting me again, holding my tip against her entrance with a cruel smile.
"Don't worry," she said in her most seductive voices, an act put on, since her normal voice sounded higher and more cheerful, "I'll make your first time with a human girl something to remember."
She descended quickly, giving no pretence of being gentle or making this any kind of romantic night. We were about to have rough, intense sex, and there wasn't a goddamn thing I could do about her.
Her vagina, to be honest, couldn't compare to Vulpix's or Meg's. Pokemon had differing sexual traits based on type and species. Humans did not. No fruit taste, no radiant heat, no body-encompassing chill. She didn't have insane muscle control or furry legs to provide a strange sensation against my skin. None of that. It was just a normal vagina.
And yet for all it didn't have, I was still damn pleased. There was something that sex with red bipedal animals couldn't bring, something that only humans could provide. A sort of wonderful sensuality, a passion that could only come from that form and that mouth, the gifts of opposable thumbs and language. Her hands pressed against my chest for leverage, the heavy sway of her breasts as she rode me hard, the throaty words of someone caught up in the moment.
Her vagina, not the tightest or the wettest or the hottest, still clenched down well enough, my cock still filling her more than adequately. I reached out; taking advantage of the shapely form that had taken control of matters. One hand found its way to her smooth ass, the other cupping her right breast, the large mammary so wonderful in my hand.
"Harder," I demanded. If she wanted to take the reigns, she'd have to supply the pace. She gladly complied, though, her body moving even quicker atop mine. Her filthy, filthy language encouraged me to take an active role myself, thrusting up against her in time with the music we made, a cacophony of flesh colliding with flesh, of moans and dirty talk. A voluptuous woman ten years my senior was loving it atop my cock, and I couldn't let her walk away without giving it my all.
I pulled her down closer to my, her beautiful tits now just in front of my face as I leaned forward just a bit, taking one of them into my mouth. A prolonged moan escaped her lips as my tongue slowly circled around her sensitive, hardened nipple, earning a sudden jerk from her as her hips moved even faster, pelvis crashing against mine again and again as I filled up her tight, slick pussy real nice. She grew wetter as we progressed, the sloppy sounds only a real moist pussy could provide joining our amateur orchestra.
All soaked in sex and pressed against the limits of the sea, we rounded the corner as our bodies writhed and sweat dripped from her brow onto the pillow and into my hair. I had switched over, suckling on her left breast eagerly, while her hands threatened to rip hair right off my scalp with how hard she was going. I was on top of the world as my legs began to weaken, everything swirling around me as my orgasm raced to meet me and--
Then, she was gone.
I was shaken from the sudden disappearance of my partner, disoriented for a moment before I came to. The very, very curvy woman leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Oh no, I'm making this last. Now get over here and fuck me against this wall, boy."
I sighed, my penis very, very upset with this turn of events. So close, but by the time I got back into the swing of things, I'd have to start all over. I gathered myself before getting out of the bed and walking over to her, again sampling her delicious cherry lips as her legs wrapped around my waist and we went for round two. Or one, technically. But who cared?
The tumble was jarring as, for a brief second, I was free again of the scent of perfume applied twelve hours prior that lingered about. I hit the carpeted floor with a dull thud in stark contrast to the ear-ringing slam not even a second earlier. I had no time to relax, though, as something crashed into me, the scent returning full force as two hands ran through my hippie mane and lips found their way onto mine. My hands found their way to fabric, warm flesh beneath, moving downward as the dress gave way to the leg that had slammed the door. My hand grasped the silky white calf, pulling it down as the body atop me shifted a little, putting more of its weight on me, while at the same time it added so much more sensuality to it.
It started back at Zero, trying to get my hotel key. When the Typhlosion was done with her, the woman, Melissa, introduced herself and said she didn't have any extras, that my friend had taken the last room, but I was "welcome" to stay in hers, that I should come by when I was done with shooting for the night.
I only had one other scene that night, which involved a crowd of guys masturbating over a Chansey that lay on the floor, her stubby little arms unable to pleasure herself. She had one of those high-end, powerful vibrators in her pussy, sending her body almost into tremors as lines of guys blew their loads all over her pink body. We each took two shots on her, offered a Blissey egg between goes. I never knew it until that moment, but Blissey eggs revitalized libido and gave me the energy I needed to go my second time.
And, hopefully, to deal with Melissa. The moment I arrived, she was ready to jump my bones, kissing me all through the hallway of the hotel--rented in its entirety for the event--to our room, and now straddling me. I had never been with a human woman before, beyond a bit of light making out in high school, and boy had I lucked out.
Melissa was in her late 20s and stacked to high hell. Luscious curves all over, round, juicy tits that pressed against my chest, and a beautiful ass that my hands eagerly took a handful of. Her legs were solid, and oh how I wanted those wrapped around my waist. Her long silver-blonde hair ran amok over my face as she made no attempt to move it, growing more and more dishevelled as she stopped caring. She wore a blue dress with pitifully small straps and a length that attempted modesty like I attempted celibacy. Even when she wasn't bent over a table letting a fire-type fuck her, it barely granted her any cover.
We would have fucked on the floor if I hadn't said anything. I know we would have. Melissa wasn't going to be picky, but then again she wasn't the one who risked rug burn. I mustered up my strength, overpowering the soothing scent that made me want to surrender then and there to her, and rolled us over so that I lay on top. "Bed," was my only word.
Again, everything became a blur where the only remaining certainties was the pair of ruby lips that meshed against mine sloppily and the milky flesh that pressed against mine. By the time I could keep track of my surroundings again, she was again atop me, this time on the bed so comfortable that it worked in vicious collusion with her radiant sexuality to make me surrender fully to her wiles. Never could I imagine a bed that dreamy.
While Melissa assaulted my mouth with hers, her hands worked eagerly on my pants, surprisingly not just tearing them off. I wouldn't have put it past her. As she freed my penis, I worked with much less subtlety, almost tearing the straps to her dress as I pulled them off her shoulders, working the dress down to reveal her goods. Her large breasts fell free, leaving the crumpled up dress only covered from the flesh under her breasts to her waist, hiked up to reveal her bare, round bottom.
When finally my pants were down she dismounted me for just a second to get them off and toss them aside. My mouth lamented the loss of her fruity taste as she sat up properly. She wasted no time in mounting me again, holding my tip against her entrance with a cruel smile.
"Don't worry," she said in her most seductive voices, an act put on, since her normal voice sounded higher and more cheerful, "I'll make your first time with a human girl something to remember."
She descended quickly, giving no pretence of being gentle or making this any kind of romantic night. We were about to have rough, intense sex, and there wasn't a goddamn thing I could do about her.
Her vagina, to be honest, couldn't compare to Vulpix's or Meg's. Pokemon had differing sexual traits based on type and species. Humans did not. No fruit taste, no radiant heat, no body-encompassing chill. She didn't have insane muscle control or furry legs to provide a strange sensation against my skin. None of that. It was just a normal vagina.
And yet for all it didn't have, I was still damn pleased. There was something that sex with red bipedal animals couldn't bring, something that only humans could provide. A sort of wonderful sensuality, a passion that could only come from that form and that mouth, the gifts of opposable thumbs and language. Her hands pressed against my chest for leverage, the heavy sway of her breasts as she rode me hard, the throaty words of someone caught up in the moment.
Her vagina, not the tightest or the wettest or the hottest, still clenched down well enough, my cock still filling her more than adequately. I reached out; taking advantage of the shapely form that had taken control of matters. One hand found its way to her smooth ass, the other cupping her right breast, the large mammary so wonderful in my hand.
"Harder," I demanded. If she wanted to take the reigns, she'd have to supply the pace. She gladly complied, though, her body moving even quicker atop mine. Her filthy, filthy language encouraged me to take an active role myself, thrusting up against her in time with the music we made, a cacophony of flesh colliding with flesh, of moans and dirty talk. A voluptuous woman ten years my senior was loving it atop my cock, and I couldn't let her walk away without giving it my all.
I pulled her down closer to my, her beautiful tits now just in front of my face as I leaned forward just a bit, taking one of them into my mouth. A prolonged moan escaped her lips as my tongue slowly circled around her sensitive, hardened nipple, earning a sudden jerk from her as her hips moved even faster, pelvis crashing against mine again and again as I filled up her tight, slick pussy real nice. She grew wetter as we progressed, the sloppy sounds only a real moist pussy could provide joining our amateur orchestra.
All soaked in sex and pressed against the limits of the sea, we rounded the corner as our bodies writhed and sweat dripped from her brow onto the pillow and into my hair. I had switched over, suckling on her left breast eagerly, while her hands threatened to rip hair right off my scalp with how hard she was going. I was on top of the world as my legs began to weaken, everything swirling around me as my orgasm raced to meet me and--
Then, she was gone.
I was shaken from the sudden disappearance of my partner, disoriented for a moment before I came to. The very, very curvy woman leaned against the wall on the opposite side of the room. "Oh no, I'm making this last. Now get over here and fuck me against this wall, boy."
I sighed, my penis very, very upset with this turn of events. So close, but by the time I got back into the swing of things, I'd have to start all over. I gathered myself before getting out of the bed and walking over to her, again sampling her delicious cherry lips as her legs wrapped around my waist and we went for round two. Or one, technically. But who cared?