Giving in...

The poor, cum-blasted tomboy just sat there, dazed and blinking. For the longest moment it seemed like she’d just been stunned comatose by the gooey blast, the thick, dripping cum dribbling from her chin, down her neck, and towards her chest. But finally, as a long, trailing rivulet of that glistening white ooze reached the pulsing blue core of the chronal accelerator, she startled back to attention, glancing down suddenly. “Fuck!” she yelped, quickly reaching down.

Without warning, Tracer gripped her jacket at the hem and swiped it off over her head in one smooth, clean movement. Soon following it was her poor, cum-covered flight suit in a frantic pace. Lena Oxton’s bottom-heavy form was finally bared in full, her big titties bouncing unevenly at the sudden yank of dampened fabric, jiggling and swaying with their own weight and movement, as she hurriedly mopped up with her garment, her beloved jacket now being used as rag to wipe away Kingmen’s hot, nasty cum. She didn’t pause for a moment to consider that she’d brought nothing else to where, or that Kingmen’s options of charity for such an occasion would be limited at absolute best. All she cared about was cleaning up and getting that horribly sticky slime off of her! She gagged, almost dry heaving, coughed, even spat, but it was all to no avail. The taste of cum was not intimately bonded to her tongue. She just couldn’t get it out!

Still, at least she could wipe her face off! Scrunching up her jacket, she made an absolute mess of it to clean her face. It was a pretty good effort, especially with all the jiggling and bouncing it afforded her bared tits, but when it was all done there was still a glossy wet streak across the little lesbian’s face. She was left panting afterwards, panic and lust coursing threw her body as she stood before a smug Kingmen in nothing but her skivvies.

She turned to glare at Kingmen, mouth open to give him a piece of her mind, only to stop short. The man was now sitting in his grand leather chair, an all-too smug smile on his face, lazily stroking his cock. His still hard cock… Tracer licked her lips as her eyes were locked in on that cock, the memory of it in her mouth…in her throat still hanging over her. Whatever pitiful fire she managed to gather in her belly was snuffed out at the sight of that huge, throbbing cock. Instead of a tongue lashing – a different kind from what she just gave – Lena Oxton could only whimper.

Kingmen chuckled at that deer in the headlights look on her face. “Hey, take your shorts off. No point putting it off any longer. I want to mark a dyke hero’s pussy on my bedpost as much as you wanna be that notch.” He was still stroking his cock, fingers slithering up and down. “Wh..” she began to say, but Kingmen just barked, “Ten seconds! Now!”

“W-what?!” Tracer squawked. “No way!”

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

The countdown was certainly effective, there was no arguing that. Or was she perhaps just so frazzled, so confused and cumdrunk that when put on the spot with her mind on the fritz, her body just turned to autopilot and left her brain to catch up?

“Now hold on…” she began, raising her hands. Kingmen would have none of it though.

“Seven! Six! Five!”

“Fuck!” she growled, her hands unconsciously sinking into the waistband of her shorts, gripping the hem as her overstressed brain struggled to try and find a way out of this mess. That cock was like a doom lingering over her head right now. She hooked both thumbs into the waistband of her panties as if it were an inevitability already. She stood, knees buckling, sweat forming on her brow as she stammered a confused, almost panicked response.

“Mmmn! You think I’m just gonna whip my pants off and flash you?! You bloody pig! Wanker!”

“Coma on, Tracer. Show me your pussy! Four! Three! Two!”

And still the numbers went down – then, finally…zero!

“Gimme the pink!” Kingmen barked, and in that instant, down came her shorts. Right on perfect cue, as if a practiced routine, the once spunky – now spunk-covered – dyke shoved her protection down and stood utterly bottomless before the big mean man. Her bare, clean-shaven slit was totally exposed for his viewing pleasure. Tracer held her arms awkwardly out just a bit, hands inches from her hips, like she was just about to say “Ta-da!”

She was caught somewhere between her natural, **** posture and hapless confusion, which was backed up by a facial expression so cartoonishly confused she looked ready to blurt out, “What the hell just happened?!”

Tracer whimpered nervously, glancing down at herself, and her face went red. The countdown had been a powerful tool on her, backed up by the looming, **** multiplier that was Kingmen and his massive cock. Her lower body was now bare, starting with her hairless lesbian pink pussy, then her long, pale, bare legs, and ending with the garments pooled at her ankles. The chronal accelerator made bras of any kind something of a trifle, and now the device was all that covered Tracer’s naked, curvy form. She looked so humiliated and so bizarrely out of character it was almost comical.

“Ah!” She yelped, the realization of her actions catching up to her as she stood there bottomless before Kingmen in his own building. The man leaned forward from his chair and raised a finger up towards her snatch! In one oh-so-smooth motion, he jammed his forefinger right up her pussy, then hooked into her folds and rubbed on her sensitive inner walls! Pleasure pulsed through her body as that naughty man looked up at her grinning. He’d caught her like a fish. Her pussy was losing and his cock… his cock was winning!

Tracer was going to lose to Kingmen’s big fat cock in the most spectacularly degrading way! Would Emily even wanna eat her pussy anymore after how thoroughly he was going to cum inside it? His finger must have been on a really good spot. Every time he tensed it, he dug into a spot just under her belly that made the Brit see stars. Her sexual preference meant absolutely nothing in the face of his experienced hands; he could make her feel pleasured whether she wanted it or not.

Kingmen curled his finger again, forcing her to walk. He reeled Tracer in, dragging the woman along for the road, until her pussy was poised over his cock. He got her shorts off her feet, then pulled her down, that huge ass running all over his thighs, sinking over his legs until wobbled down between the arms of the chair. His lap vanished from existence, smothered under one fat assed British cutie who was about the try on her first cock. He cupped her huge ass with both hands and rippled his fingers along, playing her flesh like a drum. “Mmm. It’s as big as it looked in your outfit. This is one fat ass you got back here, Tracer.”

“Hey, look between your legs.”

Her eyes travelled downwards until they found her trembling pussy peeking out from between those gigantic, always-apparent thighs of hers. Kingmen’s cock, the largest she’d ever seen, was pointing directly at her pussy, the ramrod-stiff head so close that if he spurted precum it would go inside. Her little pink slit was slightly peeled, spreading her legs having parted her labia and revealed the vibrant, sticky insides. He cocked his hips, and, for a moment, touched her pussy with his cock. When he drew back, a strand of clear semen connected them for a moment, until it broke.

He dragged her in by her ass, until her lips began to depress around that blood-swelled head. Her pussy began to form a sheath around it as inch after inch crawled inside. “The fact you’re a dyke, nnngh… Just look how stiff its got me. Time for you to take some responsibility, Tracer~”

That poor, cornered, confused fat-assed lesbian! Sitting bottomless on Kingmen’s lap, his cock poking up between her thighs, even prodding at her entrance, she was led there directly by her pussy, quite literally, and she sat down at his urging. All this and she was still reeling, not just from the overwhelming sensation of being cumblasted, but even from the barked commands she had so blindly followed, as if she had no say in it at all and her body was merely following orders.

“W-wait!” she cried desperately as Kingmen tightened his grip on her huge ass. It was hopeless, though, useless. He clapped his palms down on the flanks of her huge asscheeks and dragged her tight, needy pussy onto his thick monstercock! Tracer gave a high-pitched girlish squeal of pleasure, the most humiliating noise she’d ever mad as Kingmen shoved every inch of his monstercock into her. Her tits jiggled wonderfully, leaping up and smacking together as her tongue spooled from her open mouth and her eyes crossed once again. “Ouhhh…!”

Kingmen rested inside her for a moment, tormenting her with the feeling of his giant cock throbbing balls-deep in her pussy, exciting her womanhood beyond belief. She clenched around him, gripping his cock with her core muscles and making him stir. He raised a hand high in the air, and then dropped it on her ass, slapping her again, sending a big ripple through her enormous asscheeks and causing her to croon. Another depraved noise, deep and longing, telling Kingmen exactly what she wanted – and exactly what he was doing to her mind. “Ahhn~”

Then he gripped her tight, sinking his hands deep enough into her asscheeks to leave big, red handprints come morning – and he started to ram her pussy full of cock! He slammed her hard and fast, making her eyes roll back behind her iconic goggles as she moaned for mercy. He ruined Tracer’s sweet pussy for any woman without mercy, driving back and forth, back and forth, in and out of her tight, squeezing, wringing pussy again and again and again. Tracer flung her arms around his broad shoulders, trying and failing to brace herself against Kingmen’s hardcore fucking! “Ah, ah, ah, ah!” she cried as Kingmen dominated her pussy, making it his playing as he buried his head between her sweaty, bouncing tittties, sucking and lashing his tongue against the wailing lesbian’s huge boobs.

His cock rushed in and out of her, again and again, an amazing display of vanishing and re-appearing. Spittle hung from Tracer’s tongue and splashed across the floor ahead of her, while her belly jerked in and out in big cock-bulges whenever Kingmen rocketed his cock balls-deep inside of her! Each collision made her convulse with bliss, a spike of pleasure driven up her spine and into her brain. Her tongue dangled when she wasn’t grinding her teeth together. Her ass wobbled constantly, and her muscles clenched beneath her glossy grey skin as she tried and failed to brace herself. The pleasure was constant, and burning, and mind-melting…and all she wanted was more.

She never stood a chance.

As he grew harder and more ferocious in his thrusting, Tracer’s voice grew higher and higher pitched, until at last, she canted her head and gave a high, warbling squeal! “Ohhh gawd, holy fucking shit!” Tracer yelled, her hands clenching into weak fists over and over again as Kingmen kept her pressed tight against his broad chest. He used every bit of this leverage and the strength in his hirsute, muscled body to keep fucking into Lena’s tight grasping pussy.

“Puh, please, please!” Tracer yelled, her eyes rolling back in her head. Just as her mind had undergone a concrete shift earlier, borne out of desperation, now her body was undergoing a transformation of its own. Her nipples were harder than ever, her entire upper chest red with exertion even as her eyes went cross, Lena’s tongue sticking out of her mouth foolishly. If she’d known it was all being caught on digital video for all time, well at that moment, Lena wouldn’t have objected a single bit.

“Please what, Tracer? Do you want me to slow down, take it easy on your poor little pussy? I’d be careful what you wish for, after all, you’ve still got one fuckhole left once I’m done using up your tight little cunt!” Kingmen mocked with a vicious slap to her fat, wobbling ass.

Tracer’s head shook from side to side, a maddened look in her eyes and an urgent pleading tone in her voice.

“Please...more! I want...more cock!”

With a final slam, Kingmen hilted himself in Tracer’s cunt once more, beginning to come deep into Tracer’s bowels. With a sick, warbling cry, Tracer came-harder than she ever hard before, her pussy squirting out all over the floor even as her ass clamped down tight on Kingmen’s dick. For several long, sordid minutes he stayed hilted in her cunt, draining his balls with an even larger load than before. The tube-like bulge in Tracer’s lithe stomach flattened out a bit, as her stomach suddenly felt swollen, expanding like an overstuffed water balloon from the sheer amount of spunk Kingmen was fucking into her pussy.

“Kuh-coming!” Tracer yelled, before her eyes rolled all the way back in her head, showing nothing but delirious, unseeing whites. Kingmen laughed at the obscene display, and his mocking voice was the last thing Tracer heard before she blacked out, the poor fat-assed former lesbian temporarily fucked out of her skull by Kingmen’s fat cock.