A Fairly Normal Wait in an Office

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

A bit earlier

Takeshi sat in the chair, his attention divided between the pressing matters at hand and the unconventional scene unfolding before him. As a meticulous second undersecretary to Councilman Tarrlock, he prided himself on his ability to remain focused even in the most distracting situations. However, the explicit nature of what he witnessed couldn't help but grab his attention.

Lin was held in an intimate embrace with her partner, Bran, who stood strongly with widespread feet. They were engaged in a most perverse activity, with the apparent criminal's very large penis plunging in and out of the chief's womanhood, fucking her at a steady pace. The chief's body, toned from years of martial training, was displayed to its finest advantage, her abdominal muscles, sculpted to perfection, shifted and rippled with each thrust of the man's prodigious manhood. Her firm legs were bent and spread wide, curling feet dangling out past his broad shoulders as he held her folded form. Bran's strong hands gripped her lithe waist, effortlessly holding her in place as his cock pumped in and out of her.

Lin was a stoic woman, renowned for her ability to maintain a stony exterior regardless of the situation. Now, with Bran's mammoth cock buried deep within her, she seemed to have **** but to surrender to the carnal urges of her body. Her eyes were half-lidded, a glaze of lust hanging over her green irises with a look of unadulterated passion. Her mouth hung open, her tongue hanging out from between her lips as she struggled to draw breath through the intensity of the sex.

What followed was some fairly inventive use of metalbending to provide some rather unique stimulation to the Chief as a lot of loud and enthusiastic sexual declarations of a decidedly earthy nature.

Takeshi found it to be exceedingly crass and disturbing. The clamps upon her bosom particularly so.

It was a spectacle unlike anything he had ever witnessed, far removed from the soft and routine encounters he experienced with his own wife.

When the burly man began to **** the Chief, a flicker of worry crossed Takeshi's face. While he found the act distasteful, his concern shifted to the potential consequences. As an important figure in maintaining order and security, the sudden demise of the Chief due to her indulgence in such **** sexual activities would undoubtedly complicate the tasks at hand.

With an inward sigh, Takeshi pulled himself from his reverie and returned to the pressing issues on his schedule. He mentally reviewed the details of the upcoming visit. He meticulously considered the potential risks, scrutinising each aspect of the security plan to ensure the safety of Ambassador Kurosaki. The scene unfolding before him served as a temporary distraction, but Takeshi's commitment to his duty prevailed.

There were just so many variables that could go wrong and he really wished the Chief would finish up with her midday tryst so that he could properly coordinate with her as the great Master Tarrlock had requested of him.

When this Bran requested a coin to further the sexual role-play the duo were engaged in he simply supplied it in the hopes of moving things along. He resolutely ignored the inappropriate swelling within his robes at the provocative sight of the towering brute once again holding and bouncing Chief Lin Bei-Fong as if her body were no more substantial than a rag doll.

She suddenly let out a particularly loud shriek, the brute having released his grip. Takeshi's eyes widened in both surprise and disbelief as he watched a powerful spray of fluid shoot from between Lin's legs, directly towards his face. Time seemed to slow down as the droplets hung in the air, glistening in the dim light of the room.

The scent of Lin's arousal filled the air, mingling with the shock that pulsed through his veins. His face, now glistening with her essence, was a testament to the raw intensity of her pleasure.
Stunned and momentarily speechless, Takeshi blinked rapidly, trying to regain his composure.

His mind raced, desperately searching for an appropriate response to this unprecedented situation. He wiped his face with a handkerchief from his pocket, attempting to remove the physical remnants of the encounter, though the memory of it lingered vividly in his mind.
Then Bran had declared that Takeshi would normally go retrieve a journalist or two to document this momentous event and much of his consternation fell away as he experienced a shocking epiphany.

He desired to do just that. It was the perfect response to capitalize on this golden opportunity that had fallen into his lap.

Turning the inimitable Lin Bei-Fong from an obstacle in his superior's path to an asset that could be made use of would bring him immense personal satisfaction. Councilman Tarrlock would surely be pleased to have the chief of police on his side, and the added knowledge of her debasement would no doubt provide ample amusement for the man. Even that wretched breeder Tenzin may be shaken by such powerful news.

He knew just the thing. A new invention, one among many that had appeared of late due to the churn of innovation and industry that Republic City was fostering due to leading the world into a new age of peace and progress.

The photographic camera.

An amazing device that could capture scenes of people and objects in an instant in a way that no artist could recreate with ink and canvas. The image would be frozen in time, never changing or fading from its appearance.

Creating such pictures of Lin's debauched form and the burly thug who had reduced the proud police chief to a sex-crazed, cum-drenched mess would be a most valuable asset indeed.

The image of the Chief, a woman known for her coolheaded rationality, reduced to a moaning, gushing whore was an image that would linger in his mind for days. The mental image of her stretched pussy and taut stomach, still glowing with a sheen of sweat, was seared into his mind. The visual memory of the way her body had been manhandled and the way she had willingly allowed it was a spectacle that was etched into his brain.

He would ensure her prompt cooperation with Master Tarrlock's requests in the future when her stirling reputation was punctured by the salacious image of her getting fucked by a low-level thug.

Leaving the room with a sense of purpose, Takeshi set off on his errand to find his photographic meister.