More fun with Carmine

Carmine sits on the edge of a crimson bed, dark hair tied up into a bundle. She beckons you to her with an outstretched finger. You swallow your fear and take your place next to her on the bed. She’s wearing the same black lacy underwear that you caught a glimpse of in your earlier sexual escapades, and nothing else. There’s a smoky atmosphere in the room. The walls are a deep purple colour, like wine. Curtains hang from the walls since there can be no windows this deep under the earth. Every surface is covered in some kind of pillow or seating arrangement, there isn’t much space here not occupied by something designed to give comfort.

“I take it that Leah already spilled some of my plans to you?”

“Yes.”

“I knew she would – I put you with her so that you’d have time to prepare yourself to hear this,” her hand is placed on your thigh, squeezing intently. “Do you regret your decision?”

“No. It’s too late for regret now isn’t it?”

“You tell me.”

A panel on the wall slides away to reveal a large television which is already turned on. A news report pours over the details of your escape from the airport earlier today. The burned SUV, gunshots, even the carnage that was left behind at your home. You aren’t mentioned by name.

“You’re already on their list. To be truthful, everyone who comes within a five-mile radius of me is flagged as a suspect by their system. Your sudden disappearance means one of two things to them. You’re already dead, or that they have another problem to deal with in the near future.”

“Who are ‘them’ exactly?”

“Who isn’t ‘them’ would be more accurate. Nearly every intelligence agency in the world knows about me. MI5, Mossad, FBI, SVR…”

“How? I thought you’d be careful.”

“The funny thing about being careful is that you’re more likely to be caught. We live in a world that’s all about speed and expediency. It doesn’t matter what I do. Every country is the world is covered from corner to corner with CCTV, intelligence agents, plainclothes officers. Plausible deniability is my strongest weapon. My second strongest is absurdity. A pretty face with an IQ of five-hundred puts the airs to most people’s belief in the Red Hand. Publicizing the existence of an international terror organization like us is even less palatable.”

“What did you do to earn so much attention?”

“Oh, nothing much yet. They merely think of me as a border crossing criminal with fingers in a lot of pies. With the money I earned from my research and patents, I established some less reputable businesses in lesser developed countries – then laundered the money through small businesses in Europe, Asia and America.”

Now for the key question, “And what do you want to do?”

“What does any evil woman want? Power, influence, money. The trifecta of control. I want to **** politicians, control governments, manipulate world events, all for my own ends. And when the world is under my thumb, they’ll realize that I am right. The right person to lead. And you’ll get to be there by my side when it happens.”

“…How far along are you?”

“Not very. I have enough to take us around the world in relative safety, and enough money to whittle away the days here in the base. But for us to make real progress, we have to infringe on others and remove some key obstacles. I’ll tell you more when you’re ready to help.” Carmine slips off from the edge of the bed and gets on her knees between your legs. “Strip.”

You follow her orders and pull off your shirt and pants, leaving you in your boxers. She leans in and takes a deep smell of the front of them, “You stink.” She shudders, her tear shape ass jiggling below. The curve of her back isn’t natural – she’s trying to show off.

“I haven’t been in the shower, and I’ve been running all over the place.”

“That wasn’t a complaint, I like the smell of a man. Do you want to know a secret?” she continues, pulling down the elastic banding and revealing your hardening length. The tip of her fingernail runs up and down the veins and ridges with an appreciative smile. You can only nod and suck in a breath. “I learnt how to make a man’s cock bigger. I sequenced the genetic code myself.”

“What?”

Her red lips make contact with your sensitive cockhead, her tongue pokes, and prods at your urethra. She pulls away again, “If you want, I could make a few changes to the genetic modifications that are planned for you…” she winks.

“You were planning on doing that the whole time, weren’t you?”

“Maybe. I don’t expect you to refuse such a kind offer.”

“I’m not small.”

“No, but you aren’t the biggest.”

You’re starting to understand Carmine a bit better now. She wants everything, and she wants it as soon as possible. Why bother looking for a guy with a big cock when you can just make one at any time? Of course, the research required would have taken up a considerable amount of time.

“Ah, shit!”

No time to figure that puzzle out now, Carmine pushes your cock further and further into her throat, her delicate neck bulging obscenely. She displays a complete lack of gag reflex, pulling it in and out at a painful pace.

“How many men have you fucked?” you ask.

She pushes your cock into her cheek and pokes at it through the skin with her finger, “Hm.” She mumbles. The vibrations being sent straight through your raw nerves. She pops it out, your shaft covered with her saliva. “Would you like to know? I’ll ruin your little fantasies if you do.”

“Come on.”

“Two. Satisfied?”

“With the way you look?”

“Don’t judge a book by her cover. I don’t have time to sleep around. If it bothers you that much, I can regrow myself a new hymen…”

“Please don’t do that.”

“Your loss.” Carmine goes about the task with a gusto that equals the most experienced porn star. Her finely curled hair and dark makeup slowly become more and more dishevelled. Leftover spit runs down her chin and red marks ring your cock, showing just how deep she’s taken it. You try your hardest not to cum on the spot. The previous blowjob, and your fun with Chun Wei mean that you last just a little bit longer this time around.

Two men your ass. Your were right. Carmine fucks like a tiger. Her curvy body ebbs and flows as she moves to try and draw out as much agonizing pleasure as possible. Her tight stomach muscles, perky, bouncy tits, and long thick legs make her a caricature of a perfect woman. You wonder if such a look was achieved with the very same genetic engineering she now proposes to you.

“Go ahead and cum baby,” she whispers, “Cum all over me.”

She deepthroats you one last time, your balls tensing with an impending release. She pulls it out quickly and wraps her fingers around the tip, violently jacking you off using her own spit as lube. You gasp and lose control of your legs. You thrust up and release a thick rope of fresh cum onto her chest, one, two, three of them!

You look to the ceiling and try to catch your breath. But looking back down is nearly enough to bring back your bruised cock. Carmine cups her huge F cup breasts, smeared with your own seed. “Hm, that was hot baby.”

“You’re going to kill me.”

She smirks and cleans up some of the mess, allowing it to dribble onto her outstretched tongue. She swallows with a loud gulp. The process is repeated until her chest is mostly clean again. A tissue is retrieved and used to wipe away what remains. “We’ve had a long day.” Carmine stands and pulls you up onto the mattress proper.

“I get to sleep with you now?”

“Oh, is that a step beyond sucking your cock baby?”

You grumble as she wraps herself around one of your arms. Fatigue is the last thing on your mind right now, as ever present as it may be. “I don’t know, I feel kind of disposable right now. Everything I knew about you changed overnight.”

“I knew you’d say that. How I feel about you hasn’t changed. I know full well everything I need to about you. You aren’t an experiment or a new hire, and I’ll prove it to you, if you give me a chance.”

“I don’t have much of a choice.”

“You don’t, not for now. But I mean it.” She leans in and kisses you on the cheek.

Your mind is adrift as you slowly fall asleep.