Overwatch - Brigitte

Brigitte was the newest addition to the team. Being Torb’s daughter and Reinhardt’s travelling companion, she grew up on stories of the Overwatch members fighting for justice across the world, so her joining up was inevitable.

I decided to switch characters and occupy Jack’s body this time instead to see the different reactions the Overwatch girls would have.

I head over to the break rooms where Briggite is being introduced to everyone and plainly see she looks completely star struck by meeting her idols. She’s fangirling out talking to Mercy, Tracer, Genji and Winston, barely able to keep her cool. When she sees me, she seems to freak out even more if that’s possible and seems **** to greet me but torn between choosing between which of her idols she talks with. In the end, Winston, Mercy and the rest win out and she sticks with the larger group, enthusiastically and feverishly discussing cybernetics, nanoweapons and Winston’s latest inventions while I hung back and spoke with the others.

Brigitte mingles with the team for another hour or so before people start breaking off and going their own ways, I linger behind to get a word in with her. As the hour went by and people started leaving, I noticed Brigitte started looking more and more anxious, occasionally flicking nervous glances my way. I think she was worried I’d leave before she’d get to talk. Mercy eventually finished speaking with Brigitte and broke off, leaving Brigitte alone. She glanced back to where I had been standing before and didn’t find me; she seemed to panic for a moment before her eyes darted around the room and eventually found me. She seemed to sag in relief when she did, I had to say, that was cute.

She practically bounced over to me and squeaked out, “It’s an honour to-“, before clearing her throat, swallowing and trying again, “It’s an honor to meet you Commander Morrison. My dad and Reinhardt told me stories about you and Overwatch when I was a girl; it’s so incredible to meet you in person. Joining Overwatch has been a dream of mine since as long as I can remember, I look forward to serving under you.”

In a gruff voice nothing like my own I say, “Nice speech kid. I appreciate it. But it ain’t like the old days anymore. We’re not the heroes anymore, especially not me, you better kick down your expectations.”

Her face flashed with concern, defiance and hurt hearing that, she blurted out, “That’s not true! Overwatch still stands for something. You’re still all heroes, your still a hero, I don’t care what some government says.

“Hnnn, whatever you say kid… So you get the tour yet?”

Brigitte looks sad and disappointed with me when she shakes her head.

“Come on, I’ll show you around.” This seems to perk her up, I may not have been what she expected but she still looked up to me.

While walking I ask her, “So, did Mercy tell you how we run things around here?”

“Yeah, they went over a bit of everything.”

“Including her new program? The new duties and what’s expected?”

I glance Brigitte’s way and see she’s begun to blush bright red. She replies, “Yeah, even that Commander Morrison,” Briggite looks down and away from me, too shy to say it to my face, “I-If you wanted, I could help you out with anything right now.”

“That’d be nice kid.”

I lead her back to my room, by the time we’re there Brigitte’s a bundle of nerves. She’s anxiously playing with her hair and has hardly said a word during the whole walk here, even keeping quiet when I started telling her old war stories.

I tell her, “Look kid, if you don’t wanna do this, no one’s gonna **** you alright. Mercy’s program is opt in and you haven’t even been assigned a day.”

Brigitte gives me lots of small shakes of her head, swallows her nerves down and says, “No that’s not it Commander, I already told Mercy I wanted to join soon as she told me. I’m just nervous is all, you’re the Jack Morrison after all.”

“Your call.” I step up to her and lay a hand on her shoulder, gently pushing down. She gets my meaning in a second and sinks down to her knees, quickly pulling off her loose tee as she goes down. She fumbles at my buckle and trousers before fishing out my cock. She’s more nervous than ever now, practically shaking, I can actually feel her heartbeat through her fingers as she wraps her hand around my cock and starts stroking me. When I’m half hard, she slips my meat into her mouth and gently starts licking and sucking it. She’s good, real good, it’s distracting enough I almost miss the fact she’s pulling off her pants. I try not to close my eyes and watch what she’s doing instead but it’s getting harder when she’s taking me deeper and deeper, running her tongue over and around my knob.

I watch Brigitte reach between her legs. I notice her panties have a massive wet spot on them, she must be absolutely dripping. She slips her free hand beneath her panties and start to rub herself off as she continues to blow me.

She’s the one that struggles not to close her eyes now but soon gives in. Her eyelids gently close and she seems to focus on sucking me off more than ever, savoring the taste and feel of my cock in her mouth, moaning as she plays with her pussy.

She eventually opens her eyes and looks up at me with puppy dog eyes. It’s too cute, I stroke the side of her face then cup her cheek, telling her, “You’re such a good girl.”

She practically beams with delight and satisfaction when I do and doubles down on the blowjob, bobbing her head faster and deeper, eager to please. She spends a few minutes like this before pulling back and asking me, “Do you think I’m pretty Commander Morrison?”

“Call me Jack, and I think you’re stunning Brigitte.”

She giggles and gives me a bright smile before diving back down onto my cock. She spends another minute warming up before trying to take me even deeper. Brigitte leans back and opens her mouth as wide as she can, sticking out her tongue, inviting me to fuck her face. One hand is resting on her lap and the other is busy softly rubbing her pussy.

Grabbing the sides of Brigittes head, I bring her mouth down on my cock. With her tongue stuck out, I slide over it deliciously as I push her head down. I quickly hit the back of Brigitte’s throat, making her quietly gag so I stop and pull her head back. When my cocks mostly out of her mouth, she uses the moment to tell me, “I want you to try going all the way in Jack, bury yourself in my throat.”

My cock and heart jumps at the request, I was just going to fuck her mouth but I wasn’t going to turn down a better offer. I give her a nod and push her head back down on my cock, enjoying the way I glided over her tongue. I hit the back of her throat again but didn’t stop this time and just kept pressing against the resistance, forcing myself into and down her throat. She gagged badly but never tried to pull her head back, she diligently kept it in place and her hand on her lap. I did notice the other hand stop with the gentle rubbing and start furiously banging her pussy instead.

It took a bit of fighting and a lot of gagging but eventually I managed to get everything down her throat. It felt incredible feeling her tongue pressed against my balls, she even gave me them little licks when she wasn’t gagging or ****. Brigitte’s eyes were screwed shut and her nose was buried in my crotch, it was an amazing sight. I pulled out to give her a breath and when she caught it, she looked up at me again with those same big, doe eyes and asked, “Did I do good?”

I tell her, “You did so good Brigitte, better than I deserve.”

She gave those little shakes of her head again and said, “No, no don’t say that, you deserve this, you do.”

Without prompting she dived back down on my cock, gagging herself but ignoring it. She gripped the back of my legs and slammed her own face down on my cock harder and faster than I ever dared. Lewd, wet, **** sounds filled the room as Brigitte throatfucked herself on my cock. It was wonderful to watch and even better to feel. Tears began to streak down her face, making her mascara run freely, but none of that seemed to matter to her. She spent minutes and minutes going at it, taking only occasional, short breathers. She eventually winds down and stops though to my immense frustration, she pulls back and askes in between gasps, “Jack, can you take over? I need a free hand.”

Happy this wasn’t the end, I quickly agree and hold the sides of her heads and resume bringing her mouth down on my cock. With her hands free now, Brigitte goes back to rubbing herself off while I throatfuck her. I’m not as gentle as I was, I start using her face and throat like it’s a fleshlight to get off with, bringing her quickly down on my dick and whipping her head back endlessly. I keep it up for another 5 minutes before I feel like I’m about to cum. Hugging her head into my crotch, I start levering my hips to fuck her throat now instead, no longer letting her up for a breath. As I get closer to the edge, my strokes into her throat are getting more animal and ****. Right before I cum, I feel Brigitte spasm and shake beneath me, she’d finally managed to get herself off while I savagely throatfucked her. That set me off and I slammed into her mouth one final time, burying my cock as far down her throat as I could manage, hugging her head into my crotch to get yet deeper and shot my load down it. I could feel her throat swallow again and again, trying to drink all the cum I gave her so she wouldn’t **** on it but she didn’t manage to get it all. She coughed and hacked but I kept her head pinned until I grew soft and finally let her off. She sucked in **** lungfuls of air when I did. I got my first look at her face and she looked like a different woman, no longer the cute, wide eyed girl that came into my room. Mascara stained her face and some cum had shot out of her nose when she was coughing; she looked like a complete whore now.

I couldn’t help it, I cupped her cheek again and quietly let out, “You’re such a good whore Brigitte.”

She tilted her face into my hand and smiled at me warmly, saying, “I’m a good whore.”