Gina goes all the way with him

Rolls are now made to see how the 'main event' turns out. First, he (and then she) roll their 'sexual combat' rolls. Carl; 1d20=14+4=18, beating Toasty's sexual resistance by 12, and doing 6 pleasure points to her, leaving her at 1. Multiple orgasms might be nice but since, if she gets 3, she is 'dominated', this might be for the best. Her roll is the exact same as before, 7+5=12. Since he is an unskilled lover this will finish him off... but it may not be that simple. Mr. Pereria makes a luck roll (with his stat of 10) to engage in mischief. He rolls a 9, and succeeds...

"Nice try, girlie." Carl growled lustily at Toasty, pulling the sexy merc to her feet and giving her backside a couple more spank with his hand. "You're dreaming if you think I'm letting you go before the main event." For emphasis he pushed he head of his erect cock up against her lower back and let it slide between the cheeks of that springy backside of hers. "You bet your sweet ass that I'm going to let you and your little stray kitty stay here another month, because knowing you, you'll still be broke and I'll be getting to do this to you again. You better get yourself ready, I'm going to drill that angry little pussy as deep as it goes."

"Yeah, I thought that might be the answer." Gina said with a casual toss of her head, giving her own crotch a quick fingering to herself relaxed, wet, and ready. "There's one thing missing though." Pulling out of the man's grip, she sashayed her way over to her dropped gear and pulled out the string of five little foil-covered packets. She smirked - Thomas was such a sweetheart for a tin-man. The android clinician had even included a little complementary tube of spermicidal lube.

Carl gave a mildly frustrated sigh. "Oh, damn, condoms... I mean, I forgot, yeah... You gonna strap me up, baby?" he said, still staring at her as she bent over. "Mmm-hmmm." Gina murmured in her huskiest tone as she knelt in front of him again. With a crinkling of foil she tore one of them open. "Want to see a cute trick?" she asked with a grin, flashing her eyes up at him. Holding up the little round rubber, she put a pair of fingers on her forehead and made a great show of concentrating. With her free hand, she squeezed some of the lube onto his straining hard-on at the head, making the man shiver slightly with the touch of the cold gel. The rubber ring floated up out of her fingers, borne by low-power telekinesis, and floated over to the head of his man-meat, pushing up against it and starting to roll down the shaft. It slid onto him and sheathed him down to the base.

"Ta-da!" Gina said with a little snort and a wink up at him. "Magic." She emptied the rest of the tube onto her fingers and slipped them up her nether lips, getting herself nice and slippery. As much of a pig as this guy was, he was probably going to thrust that monstrously thick shaft into her as hard and fast as he could, and she was going to need all the lubrication she could get. The sooner she got him off, the better, anyway.

"Pffft, can't resist showing off for five minutes, can you, you horny skank." the rough, stocky main teased, sounding quite pleased with himself. "You've got the right idea with the jelly, because I'm not holding back." He took hold of her shoulder and gave her a push. Currently, Toasty's proverbial hair trigger was in the 'safety' position, so she just giggled and allowed Mr. Pereria to run his hand all the way from her knee up her waist to her breast again. She played along as he pushed her down into the chair. "Gimme your legs."

Gina felt a layer of sweat build up between her back and the leather swivel chair almost immediately. With her enhanced senses of smell and taste she was acutely aware of every nuance of her own and Carl's body musk and deodorant... the leather itself... the smell of her own juices and his pre-come... and the soot from the recent fight that still clung to the soles of her shoes. She was gonna need a good long shower tonight. But somehow - complementary to that belief - it was really turning her on imagining having that thick, blunt instrument shoved into her while she was still dripping and tingling from coming the first time.

With a lascivious lick of his lips, Carl advanced on her, grabbing her by her shapely striped-sock-clad calves and pulling them up in front of him, spreading her legs apart. His cock-head started rubbing up against her labia, teasing back and forth. For a good minute, he just stood there, staring at her. Gina smirked proudly and assumed he was admiring the view, but in truth, her boss was having a hard time keeping up with this spicy number. He'd come agonizingly close to popping on her face a minute ago. It was a good thing that lube had been so cold, or might never have made it this far. Knowing Gina, she didn't intend to stick around long enough for round two. Carl silently cursed himself for getting busy with the fall rush and going several weeks now without buying any 'company'. Resolving to savor it as long as possible, he gave Gina's ankles a squeeze, indicating her to stop squirming her bottom back and forth from the teasing... and he thrust himself inside.

Hearing her pervy boss let out an exuberant groan that was nearly a roar, followed by a lewd squishing sound, the lusty mercenary gave a sharp gasp as the thick member started hammering into her, squeezing her pelvis against the chair. Giving a lusty little "Hm hm hm" chuckle, Gina decided that between Carl turning out to have a.. decent tool to drill her with and him leaving his wifebeater on so that she didn't have to look at his chest hair or beer gut, things were going about as well as could be hoped for.

Every 10 or 12 pumps into her hot, smooth pussy, Carl would withdraw himself for a second and rub the rubber-sheathed head of his dick against the puckered, sensitive upper reaches of her slit. It wasn't elegant, but at least he was managing to hit her clit, so Gina encouraged him with lusty moans every time he did. The next time he plunged in, the man went so deep she could feel his pubes grinding against her crotch and his balls slapping against the beginning of her crack.

"Unh... UH! UH! UH! AaAAAaaaa..." Just like she'd learned from watching the dirty holograms, Gina started crying out lustily in time with every thrust. "Ohhh yeEEeEss! I've been a bad girl, gimme that hard rod like I deserve! Ohhhh! You fucker, yes, mmmmmmhhaaaa!" she cried out in a high voice, her usually contralto vocal range reaching into shrill cries that most guys (Mr. Pereria included) found very gratifying. The sounds of his groin slapping against her, even the sight of his dripping wet cock withdrawing and them suddenly sliding all the way into her again, meant that she didn't even have to pretend much.

Taking a break and letting his shaft flop down against her taut lower abdomen again, Carl squeezed her legs in his almost-bruising grip in time with every **** breath he took, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring. The feeling was so close to being perfect, but not quite. She had a silky-smooth love tunnel that fit him just perfectly, but he couldn't feel it all. He might be able to finish but it wouldn't be the heavenly finale he wanted. Maybe changing positions would help. He released Gina's ankles and took hold of her arm, pulling her back to her feet.

Sweat beading all over her as well, Gina looked at Carl curiously, licking her lips and giving him a cute flutter of her eyes. "Ready to, um, finish? Want to do it on my chest?"

"Nah," the stocky man said, edging past her and flopping down in the swivel chair himself with a creak of leather. "Just remembering that you work for me, so climb on up here and ride it to the end."

Gina walked up to straddle him, taking hold of his manhood with her left hand while she cupped her chest and squeezed her bust together with the other. With a lusty groan, the lusty outlaw sat herself down hard on Mr. Pereria's lap, gradually sliding herself deeper and deeper until she felt the base of his thick shaft bumping up against her pussylips. He grabbed her by the hips, his fingertips leaving dimples on her bottom with his firm grip, and started bouncing the slutty tomboy up and down in his lap. Gina started making exaggerated lusty cries at the top of her lungs again, trying her best to embarrass that obnoxious secretary. "Oh yeah, I can feel you throbbing you bastard," she moaned. "I'm... I'm almost there, rub me a little more." she pleaded lustily.

Trapped at the edge of sublime pleasure, Carl took a deep, ragged breath. She kept bringing him to the edge and then stopping - it inflamed his lust to the point where it overtook his senses. Raising Gina's pussy up off of him for a moment, he grunted and gave a strained exhalation through his teeth.

He closed his eyes. Pulling out of her for a second, he started stroking her petals vigorously with his left hand, trying to gauge it well enough to bring her close too. In response, she sighed lustily and squeezed her thighs around his hips tighter. While he rapidly drew two fingers up and down over her slit, Carl's other hand pinched the tip of that pesky rubber wrapped around his cock and gave it a firm yank. It came off silently in one smooth motion. All he cared about in that moment is that it would feel better. With a flick of his fingers, the discarded condom fell silently to the floor, and the cool air-conditoned office air tingled as it blew over his bare shaft.

With a primal grunt, the man pulled Toasty's hips back down onto him and impaled her again. Wrapping his hands around her midsection, each of his thumbs in line with her navel, Carl forcefully bounced her up and down on him, filling the office with a rapid rhythm of skin slapping against skin. He kept his eyes fixed on the beautiful motions of her ample tits bouncing up and down with each movement. Having already came minutes ago and skating along the edge of it again for so long, Gina was lost in her own little world of perverse pleasure, squeezing her eyes shut and tossing her head back - she'd almost lost the strength to keep moving and let Carl's frantic motions guide her. He leaned back and bucked his hips so that he was plunging into her down to the base again, and then he kept her there, rocking her back and forth on his lap.

At last, he pulled her up tight against him and bucked upwards wildly several times, thrusting rapidly up and down. His whole lower body clenched, and a hot geyser of his semen welled up inside her. Gina giggled when she felt him start pulsing and collapse back into the chair under her, totally spent, sporting a superior look. She hadn't quite reached her second orgasm and was too tired to try, but it hadn't been as pathetic as she was expecting. "Ooooh..." she said, sensually tracing her hands down the curves of her body and licking her lips. "So you see, I'm good at everything I do, and you should trust my judgement, right?"

Laying back and feeling a state of sublime exhaustion himself, Carl chuckled. "Yeah... sure. We're square, babe." he muttered in a dreamy voice. As she gently bucked back and forth before getting him, Gina's eyes suddenly snapped wide open when she felt the spreading warmth inside her. "Aww dammit, don't tell me..." she muttered and sighed, standing up off his lap.

"AAaaaahhh! Fuck!" A shiver of unexpected sensation ran through her spine as she felt a thick globule of something hot and sticky dribble out of her throbbing lower lips and land on the toe of her left tennis shoe. "Nnnnnngh!" she gritted her teeth and put a palm over her eyes in frustration. "The condom came off, you stupid piece of shit!" She stomped on one of his sock-clad feet with her heel, drawing a yelp of pain and making him sit bolt upright.

"Owww-ngh! Hey - uh - oh, fuck. That is bad." he said in a low voice, swallowing his guilt. His apprehension was growing as the mind-blowing **** of cumming like that faded. Millions of his little soldiers had just 'infiltrated' this crazy bitch under his orders, and they weren't going to stop until they completed their mission or died trying. Carl gulped. "Sorry, I didn't feel it slip off. It must have been that lube." Silently, he was starting to panic - how could he have forgotten that she was a psychic? Was she the kind who read minds? If she knew...

Gina just pinched the bridge of her nose. Fortunately for the manager her eyes were closed and she didn't see his guilty look. "After THAT kind of a fuck up, I think you owe me a raise." she said snidely to him. "I'm out of here. Clean up your own damn mess. And gimme this coat, I'm not messing up my favorite suit with your disgusting... stuff." She grabbed a plastic pancho off of a nearby rack and quickly wrapped it around her. She left the office and slammed, leaving the man behind to breathe a sigh of relief.

The secretary gave Gina a rude, superior titter to rub salt in her wounds when she saw Gina storm out angrily. The good news was, if she didn't already, that cat-girl was going to have every reason to tell Gina absolutely everything she knew about the crime families and get her a shot at one of the ones who could lead her higher up the chain.

First things first though. Gina hustled back to her room - fortunately nobody saw he doing the walk of shame clad in nothing but a raincoat - and immediately pushed her way into her undersized bathroom and sat down on the toilet. Spreading her legs, she grumbled and shook her head as she took note of yet more dribbles of cum that she'd felt running down her inner thigh as she walked back. "Oh yuck." she wrinkled her nose as she wiped herself with toilet paper, then spread her cuntlips with her index and middle finger and squeezed as hard as she could. She stayed in that position for a few minutes, and a little bit more of the sticky jizz ran out of her - that didn't seem to be doing enough so she plunged a finger into her slick box and started doing her best to encourage more of the pearly white fluid to run out. To add insult to injury, her whole body was still tingling with orgasmic afterglow and endorphins, and only the barest shred of pride stopped her from revving up an electric sex toy then and there to finish herself off.

As she squeezed and swayed her hips back and forth on the toilet seat, Gina's mind went back to the big, heavy balls she'd constantly felt bumping up against her puckered ass while she rode that selfish bastard down to the base, and how he'd held her as deep as he could go while unleashing a huge fountain of seed, so much that more and more kept dripping out drop by drop every time she thought she'd finally gotten rid of all of it. When she thought about what it looked like on the microscopic scale down there, with millions of an out-of-shape 40 year old man's swimmers trying to make their way up to her womb, a cold shiver ran down her spine. With a wince she realized that by squeezing as hard as she was, she might just be forcing some of those swimmers deeper inside.

"Well, nobody ever said this kind of mission would be clean..." she sighed to nobody in particular, looking up at the ceiling. At least that Goz woman should be about ready to talk by now.

Another part of the Horizon rules comes up now: as both participants in that round of sex were human, fertility is rolled for. Here is the relevant modifiers:

After sex, take your race's Fertility [3, human] and add it to your Luck score [3], and augment it by the following (underlining applicable):

• Was a condom used? +10 to luck
• Spermacides? +4 to Luck
• Birth Control? +8 to luck
• In Heat/Period? -5 to luck
• Partner Pulled Out? +3 to Luck
• Fertility Pills? -5 to Luck
• Morning After Pill? +10 to Luck

When you gain your total Luck score (Maximum of 20), roll a luck check with a 1d20. Should the result be below your Luck score, you are not impregnated. Rolling above it (Or a natural 20) results in pregnancy. Matching the score means a second roll. Modified luck score = 10. 1d20=16. This is one of those times that rolling high is bad. Velasquez now has another problem to worry about - next chapter we'll see if she realizes in time to do anything about it!