She blames you!

You replied to her, “Uhh.. nothing.” Anyone could tell you were lying from a mile away.

She frowned deeply and said, “I am your BOSS now..” Oh, she pushed down her surge of anger pretty quick. “.. and that means you have to tell me what’s going on!”

A smile you imagined was very irritating adorned your face, “I thought I was just helping you out in return for your body. At best, we’re equals. At worst.. well..”

“Woah!” You slid away when she made a grab for your dick. Getting hurt there wouldn’t hurt any more than elsewhere and it’d heal right away, but you definitely weren’t looking forward to it.

“Get back here! Unblock my pussy, goddammit!”

You pulled your pants up and ran, followed closely by an enraged horny lady. The guards were confused and didn’t want to interfere because they didn’t know exactly what was going on.

You grinned mischievously. Martina was less nice than you thought, maybe even downright evil with how she went straight for the balls. Still, you liked a feisty woman. You shout back while on the run, “Sorry babe! It’s one of my abilities! I can’t help it!” That last statement was technically a lie, but in your own mind, it was the truth. With how bad you were at lying, no one would catch it unless they interrogated you specifically about it.

The private gym was pretty big, so you could have kept it up for awhile, but one thing stopped you: the flip-flopping sounds of her tits smacking against each other and back down on her chest. You had no idea how she kept up with you despite those, but as a man of culture.. you were obligated to see for yourself.

Unlike when she chased Frank around, this time Martina was serious and it showed. Her massive mammaries rose and fell in majestic arcs with ripples cascading through them, paying little homage to gravity as she glided through the gym equipment in the buff. You could go on with more flowery descriptions, but looking back twice slowed you down enough for her to catch up and nail you with a diving tackle.

“Get rid of it!” she demanded while repositioning herself for another on-the-floor grappling session. This time though, she made one mistake. She went for a **** hold which left your hands free, not to try to pull her arm off your neck as any normal person would do when in a chokehold, but to counterattack her dripping pussy.

Which you grabbed with about as much tact as an old timer attempting to open a new SUV’s trunk. She abruptly froze and half-whined and half-squealed when your middle finger slipped a full inch into her pussy. “How?” she breathed out with confusion as her arm loosened around your throat.

It was a good thing that you had dexterous fingers from all the gaming you used to do because your face down position was terribly uncomfortable. Despite that, you earnestly forged on into the well-worn path that was her vaginal orifice. Martina grabbed your molesting arm, but didn’t move it away. Instead, she widened her legs to really open up her pussy and helped you into a more ergonomic posture. From there, she tried to piggyback on your hand’s penetration of the barrier with her own hand, but again, it didn’t work.

The gravity of the situation settled upon her as she started guiding your hand in and out of her by the arm. She said in a questioning tone, “You are..” Her lips wandered up your neck as she continued, “.. doing something?..” and ended with a sharp bite that you enjoyed a lot more than you had expected, “.. to my body!” She made the realization halfway through her question.

What was left unsaid was that her body couldn’t resist it. She finally caught on to your touch-based libido boost. It probably had to do with the fact that she would never get horny while fighting in the past. Her nerves were too stretched after years spent on the run to even be allowed to split her focus from anything but survival when her adrenaline gets pumping.

You gave your cheekiest reply while twisting your hand to deliver her a critical hit, “Isn’t that obvious? I’m fingerbanging you.”

Her cheek fell on the back of your neck and she tried to growl but it came out as a moan. She pushed at your body, trying to flip you over while leaving your hand in her pussy, but it didn’t bend that way, so your finger exited with an inadvertent flick on its way out. You couldn’t see, but you might have thrown her into a frenzy by hitting her clit, because she was practically trying to tear your pants off when you made it onto your back.

“Gimme that dick, you scummy bastard.” She rasped as she managed to free your cock and inserted it between her thighs. You groaned when you felt her muscles tighten around your hard length, but her reaction was even more intense. She trembled and her eyes crossed for a moment. She either had an orgasm or a mini-orgasm. You weren’t quite sure how it worked for women. Now that you could see them, Frank and Jose had gone back to looking away.

Martina fell upon your chest and her head landed in the nook of your neck. Her boobs weren’t soft enough to flatten out and spill over the sides of your chest more than a couple inches. Instead, they held her up like firm pillows, allowing you to easily raise her head up for a kiss. She pulled away and said, “You’ve got a lot of explaining to-“

You shut her up with another deep kiss and rolled her over so that you were on top. She inhaled sharply from her nose as you rocked her hips during the move and started thrusting continuously. Her body writhed against yours like this was what she was born to do.

The only indications that she wasn’t loving every second of this were the deep scratches she was leaving on your back. Every other part of her body was that of a bitch in heat, from her enthusiastic tongue in your mouth and steel nipples, to her own bucking hips meeting yours. She gave little moans of encouragement with every push and pull.

If you were fapping, it would normally take you a lot longer to cum the second time in a row, but actually being in the driver’s seat was shattering your preconceptions of sex. You pulled up Martina’s ass with one hand, allowing the other to stabilize your weight on the ground. It wasn’t necessary with how much work she was doing on her own, but because you felt it coming again, you wanted to shove it in as far as possible.

“I’m cumming!” you generously warned her. Martina left your kiss and said in her lust-haze, “Fuck, I love this..” then she demanded, “Do it inside! Fill me up~!”

You pulled her in by the asscheek as much as you could and began your orgasm. Martina was melting with joy as she screamed in pleasure. Her tits were too big to see what was really happening.

Your insufferably cheeky grin was back. Intercrural was great. This entire time, you weren't even inside her, but she was so turned on that her senses utterly failed her! Perhaps her brain refused to believe that she would feel this much pleasure from something that wasn’t real, penetrative sex, so she imagined the whole thing. Perhaps this whole ordeal made her so aggravated and confused that she was losing touch with reality. In any case, you would give her the creampie she needed and fully deserved after Maya either accepts or rejects you.

Your first shot was trapped between her tight asscheeks, the second came as you were pulling back, mostly landing on her thighs, and the third, fourth and fifth jets painted her swollen bronzed labia in sticky clearish-white fluid. That barrier wish you made had interpreted your intentions correctly to allow liquids to pass through, much to your delight.

Looking over at Frank and Jose, you gave them a thumbs up. They did a good job watching and not helping their boss. Jose grimaced with embarrassment and Frank returned a big thumbs up, along with making a zip gesture on his lips.

Upon recovering, in as level a tone as she could manage through her arousal, Martina said, "Time to talk, Michael. If you don't.. then.. then I won't take my pill!"

"Ehhh?" The misunderstanding was going a little too far. You honestly weren't sure whether to laugh or cry; or if that was a threat or a confession. Then again, she was probably bluffing considering how promiscuous she was.

All three men in the room subsequently looked at her with wry amusement. My fair lady, there's no bun in your oven. Nothing but a flood of your own juices.

The crack of a gunshot carried through the glass wall and door from somewhere outside. The safe house was under attack!