Bianca's Corruption

All characters are aged up to at least 18 years old

— I don't even know how to thank you, really, that was amazing, so cool, thank you so very very much!

Bianca couldn't stop talking, ecstatic, overcome with a delicious rush of adrenaline, running after Elesa like a hopping little puppy, unable to believe just how lucky she was! Saved by the biggest pop star in Unova! And invited to her apartment!

— No big deal. You love your pokémons, you have the right to go out on journey - So calm, so elegant, so inspiring! She watched in awe as Elesa put the palm of her hand on the sensor to open the door to her penthouse - Your father can't stop you from following your dreams.

Elesa was everything Bianca was not, a reflection of sheer perfection. Tall, thin, beautiful, talented, famous, rich as fuck, an outstanding trainer. She felt like she was going crazy just being next to her idol, doubting her luck, shy and excited, walking through the door while almost jumping up and down in excitement.

The place was wonderful. Huge leather sofas, glass walls to look out over the wonderful night view of Nimbasa, audio equipment in the corners, a huge television, large framed photos of Elesa at her most famous concerts, and some next to her just as famous girlfriend, Skyla.

— Sit there, make yourself comfortable, enjoy the freedom.

— Wow... That's... Wow! Are you sure I can spend the night here Miss Elesa?

— Stop with this Miss crap. Of course you can, the journey is fucked up, and you've had a hard day. You deserve some rest - She grabbed a control on the table and turned on the sound, lively music filling the room - I'll get you something to drink, please keep telling me about your travels.

And Bianca started talking. About the day she left home, how she had almost no money, that Hilda and Cheren helped her a lot with both cash and friendship, about the pokémons she captured. Elesa listened from afar, grunting something in agreement now and then. When she returned, she sat down on the couch right next to the young trainer, bringing a bottle of some dark liquor and a couple of glass cups.

— Ah - Bianca interrupted her stories - I don't drink...

— Come on, your father can't stop you anymore. You're free to do what you want, Bianca!

— No, that's not it. I just turned eighteen and...

— So what? - Elesa stared at her with those huge hypnotic blue eyes - Better to start drinking somewhere safe. Like here, with me, right?

— Makes sense... - She let out a shy, giggle. Elesa began to fill her glass.

— I don't talk to my family anymore either. They never supported me, questioned my choices, and then wanted to profit from my success. These kinds of people are best cut off, dear. Go ahead, take a sip, it's good. You'll see, your life will be much better when you can do whatever the fuck you want.

Bianca laughed softly. The drink was sweet, it stung a little, and made her feel funny. It was the first time she had ever drunk . She still couldn't believe that she was sitting next to Elesa, smelling her perfume, hearing her melodic voice, feeling those slender fingers touching her hair...

— I can teach you many things about being a trainer, if you like...

— Wow, that would be great! I still struggle a lot, I hardly know what I'm doing, I get beat so hard in almost all my fights and...

A finger on her lips, blocking her words. Her head was already heavy, foggy, she had drunk the whole cup almost without noticing, focused on the conversation. Elesa's slim, feral hand slid up to the back of her neck, and before Bianca understood what was happening the pop star's lips were on hers, tongue trying to enter her mouth.

She fell off the couch in distress, rolling across the floor, her green beret falling from the top of her short hair. She turned, sitting up, to see Elesa sitting on the couch. She was beautiful. Tall, slim, short blonde hair, her characteristic black and yellow dress super tight on her modelling body, just like she always wanted to be, with leggings underneath, bright eyes now filled with an unbelievable shamelessness.

— Elesa...

— Yes, Bianca? What's the problem?

— You... you have a girlfriend!

— It's an open thing. Skyla must be doing something even worse right now.

— It's... it's wrong...

— Nothing wrong with it. It feels perfectly okay to me.

— I'm eighteen and...

— Who cares about numbers? Old enough to go out in the world but can't even have a little fun?

Elesa was already on the floor, on all fours, right in front of her. Her heart was racing, she was sweating cold.

— I... I am a virgin...

Elesa opened her biggest smile yet.

— Even better.

And she charged in. The kiss was steady and passionate, and this time Bianca didn't run away. She felt Elesa first bite her suculent bottom lip, slowly, and then bring her lips together and slide her tongue into her mouth. She didn't know what to do, sitting in shock, barely moving her face, letting the gym leader use her. The drink was slowing her thoughts down even more. She felt a hand under her orange jacket, squeezing her breast. She moaned. A young, delicate, almost childish moan. She heard Elesa's almost cackling giggle, clamped over her mouth.

She could barely control her heart, breathing desperately, her nose touching the nose of the woman she admired so much, her idol, who had saved her earlier. She couldn't say no, could she? She had saved her from her father's wrath. She was a celebrity... one who, for some reason, wanted to kiss her...

Bianca didn't think herself pretty. She was an ordinary girl, short, with unattractive hair, a large forehead, disheveled, breasts too big in comparison with the rest of her body. She hid under baggy clothes, never really dated, and now... and now...

And now Unova's biggest celebrity tore off her orange jacket, throwing it away, and glued their bodies together, her mouth full of the sweet taste of alcoholic liquor, kisses increasingly hungry. Bianca felt a strange warmth wetness between her legs, closing them tightly together, not knowing how to deal with what was happening.

— Let me teach you - Elesa murmured between kisses, saliva dripping from her gaping mouth - You're free now. The world is full of pleasures. Let me fuck you, my little Bianca.

She widened her eyes at the word, almost frozen. Was it a dream? Was it a nightmare? Did she want this? Of course she did. Was it okay that she wanted it? Elesa licked her lips, almost like a predator, eager to devour her.

Her father always said it was a sin for women to sleep with women.

— Fuck me then - It was an apprehensive frightened little squeak, but she still said the words.

And that was all Elesa wanted. Looking up into the young woman's green irises, she slid her hand up her skirt, trailing her fingers over the white lace panties with cute little pikachus stamped on them. Bianca was already wet, and moaned weakly as she felt the touch, the dragging from back to front, those experienced fingers caressing her virgin pussy.

— Take off your blouse for me...

Elesa accelerated the movement, over her panties, taking it slow. Bianca moaned, biting her lip, and obeyed. She pulled her blouse off, remaining only in her bra, her beret also going to the floor, her face completely red, ashamed. She didn't deserve that...

— Go on. Take off her bra.

She didn't like her breasts. She hated her big brown nipples. She thought she was fat, plain, dull. She wanted to say no, to run away. But that voice was authoritarian, those fingers were driving her crazy, and before her low self-esteem could stop her, she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor.

Elesa brought her free hand to one of her tits, feeling the flesh, groping, pinching the large brownish nipple between two fingers, pulling gently. Elesa kissed the side of her chin, and her neck, and her shoulder blade, and went down until her mouth was sucking voraciously on those huge teenage breasts, her other hand sliding the panties aside and beginning to feel the outside of her virgin pink hole, caressing Bianca where no one had caressed before.

Her hands moved down, in a hurry. Elesa grabbed the bar of the girl's skirt, pulling, sliding it down her thick waist, Bianca stood still on the floor, shocked as she was stripped mercilessly. Laying back on the floorboards, naked, her thick legs closed to hide her honeyed pikachu panties, hands timidly covering her huge boobs, she looked at Elesa with adoration and fear. The woman had saved her, she owed everything to her. And if what she desired was her body, how could she say no? Bianca slightly spread her legs.

Elesa pulled a zipper on the side of her dress, and it went down like it was nothing. Her body was athletic, her abdomen defined, her breasts small, perky, with hard, pink nipples. She kicked off her heels, leaving only the leggings clinging to her thin legs. With the tips of her toes, she pushed the teenager's thighs apart, and then slid her panties to the side, revealing her pink, fleshy entrance, soaked with lust. Bianca stared down at her, submissive, breathing anxiously. She never seen someone so beautiful in her life.

She was scared.

Her father would hate her for this. She was naked, giving herself to the woman who had humiliated him, daddy's little girl drinking and having sex. Sinful lesbian sex. All the reasons why he didn't want her to go on a journey.

— Put your hand between your legs. Open this cute little pussy of yours. Start masturbating - Bianca obeyed, looking at Elesa, almost hypnotized, watching her take off her leggings, watching her reveal her smooth shaved skin, touching herself shyly, sliding two fingers between her outer lips - You are a delicious little whore.

"Pokémon Journey is for dirty whores, not for proper traditional woman," echoed in her mind his father's voice.

She felt cold hands opening her fleshy thighs. She felt hot breath against her belly. Elesa removed her panties, and ran her tongue from bottom to top. Bianca moaned loudly as she felt the Gym Leader sucking her, faster and faster, puffing her chest up, leaning on her arms, her legs all trembling. Elesa used her fingers to open her lips as she went deep with her tongue, mixing kisses and sucking, with obvious experience. Bianca didn't even know what to do, moaning, overwhelmed with sensations, heart in frenzy, breathless, going crazy to taste that forbidden sexual bliss. And it only increased when the model began to slide some fingers inside her, without even going that deep, but with quick and precise movements, stimulating each of her key points, making her moan in a high-pitched, brittle voice.

Bianca couldn't take it, didn't even know how to hold on. She felt her body weakening in a few short moments, her womb burning, sweat wetting her armpits, hair in her face, it hurt and it was wonderful. The fingers retreated after bringing the young woman to such a fast orgasm. Elesa climbed up her body, easily getting on top of the plump trainer, fitting her knee right between her legs as she thrusted her cum-soaked fingers into her babbling little mouth.

She sucked on Elesa's fingers, delighted by the explosive orgasm, still moaning as she felt the bony touch between her legs, her bright green eyes locked on her sharp seductress eyes. She felt the celebrity's perfect little breasts pressed against her own, much smaller even tough Elesa was taller and older. She had the urge to touch them, and an even stronger one to reach out and grab Elesa's ass. Embarrassed, she remained motionless, arms still on the floor, not knowing what to do with them. The star withdrew her fingers from her mouth and kissed sloppily, biting her lips and pulling mercilessly with her teeth.

— So? See how great it feels to cum?

She nodded.

— Thank me. Say thank you.

— Thank you.

— Good girl. Good girls gets rewarded.

She pulled Bianca by the hair. It was kind of aggressive, unexpected, fucking exciting. Elesa guided her to the sofa, crawling like a Lillipup, placing her arms on the black cushions. She knelt behind her, and Bianca squealed as she felt a slap on her round ass. It had been years since she had been spanked the last time, and the context was completely different, in the hands of her overprotective father. Elesa knelt behind the girl, fingers going deep into her soft butt, taking advantage of her luscious flesh, preparing her until she shoved her face into her increasingly less virgin pussy.

It was pure pleasure and I a little bit of pain. Excitement and shame. Elesa was beautiful, while she was average at best. She looked at the picture on the wall of Elesa and Skyla side by side while her pussy was eaten. Two of the hottest women in Unova, dating. Elesa had that unbelievable gorgeous redhead, so why would she want Bianca? Another slap, and her thoughts were lost. Those sharp hands marked her flesh, nails dragging on her, painting her soft ass red. Elesa sucked eagerly, letting saliva drip profusely, sinking her face between her buttocks, going up until her nose pressed against the girl's asshole.

Wrong, so wrong.

Good, so good.

Her legs trembled. Tears streamed from her eyes. She didn't know why. She laughed between a few moans, half drunk.

It didn't take long for Bianca to come again, sensitive, burning with pleasure, going crazy with the experienced tonging. She sank her face into the pillow, moaning softly, feeling those burning hands abusing her reddened ass.

Elesa stood up delighted, face all sticky with cum and drool.

— Time for you to suck me off.

Bianca lifted her head from the pillows, half dizzy, and didn't even understand when she was pulled by the hair and placed on her knees. Elesa was already on her feet, legs spread, one placed over the sofa, pulling Bianca's red blissful face right in between them, glued tightly to her shaved pussy. The blonde thick teen hardly knew what to do. She kissed shyly, touching her lips slowly to Elesa's. The pop star laughed.

— Tongue out!

Bianca was pulled by the hair, pressed tightly against her thin body, smelling her beautiful pussy, and noticed the liquid sliding down the older woman's abdomen. Elesa had picked up the bottle, and was pouring herself. It trickled down to Bianca's lips, much of it sliding down her chin but some of it entering between her lips. She swallowed, pressing down. Already half drunk, not knowing how much she could take it.

— Tongue on me, up and down.

Bianca tried. Elesa giggled. The star was wet, tasted sweet, no trace of hair, but Bianca had no idea how to really pleasure her. Where to suck, what movements to make, what speed to go. She moved blindly, the hand tightly wrapped in her hair stopping her from backing away. She had less idea of what to do then she had in pokémon battles. She was not a good trainer. Maybe she wasn't a good lesbian either.

Elesa moaned.

What a sweet, delicious, angelic sound.

It all seemed worth it. How could she doubt that this was the right thing to do?

The leader herself began to move her hips, grazing her pussy on Bianca's face, speeding up the movement. Sometimes she moaned. Sometimes she giggled.

She felt euphoric. Was this the life of a trainer, the life of an adult, the life of a free woman that her father wanted to deprive her of? Her mind was clouded, drenched in pleasure. She pictured her father standing there, watching, disappointed. Watching as she sucked another woman, kneeling, in love. Something burned in her belly, getting somehow even hornier, and she sucked even harder and fast. Look at this, daddy, the thoughts came filling her mind, look how free and grown up and independent I am. I can even be a whore if I want. Anything.

Memories became blurs, the overpowering her consciousness.

They ended up on Elesa's huge bed, taking each other with increasing intensity. Kisses, caresses, everything and then some more. Elesa mounted her, bringing their pussies together, and rode her energetically, making Bianca roar until she collapsed sweaty and exhausted in yet another orgasm, wet friction between their pink cunts, a cruel and sharp smile on the star's angular face, hands that came hungry to grope her huge tits.

— Delicious - She spoke naughtily, loud enough for Bianca to hear between her moans - I haven't been able to take my eyes off them since I saw you... - She dug her nails deep into the tender breasts as she rode her with enthusiasm and experience.

Later, when Bianca was getting tired, Elesa brought a weird white powder, and said it would give her energy. Bianca didn't know what it was exactly. They sniffed it together, Elesa thrusting fingers into her pussy as she herself. It was as if her body had been overcome with electricity, frantic, awake, unable to stand still. It was what Elesa wanted, to fuck her until dawn. Body exhausted, mind empty, orgasm after orgasm, Bianca drowned in a sea of pleasure, of depravity. At a certain moment she was no longer thinking, she was feeling. She moaned, she thanked Elesa, she couldn't stop thanking. She thanked for sucking her pussy, for giving her pleasure, for rescuing her from her father, for not finding her ugly.

That was a new, wonderful life.

Freedom.

Elesa would teach her, guide her, make her happy.

She didn't sleep, she collapsed, with the sun already shining through the mirrored windows.

Her body couldn't take it anymore, exhausted, sweaty and sticky, dripping with cum, her ass reddened, her nipples bitten and pulled, her virginity clearly torn away.

She felt Elesa's soft, perfect body snuggled against her, sharing the covers, sliding into the same pillow.

At last she was wanted. Loved, her innocent mind dreamed. Someone had finally trusted in her dreams. Elesa was her salvation.

She would prove it to her father she was on the right path.

Bianca wanted to be sure of it. But...