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Hey, everyone! This story features the character Poison from the Street Fighter franchise. Just FYI, I did all my research for this commission from the wikipedia page so don't @ me if something isn't exact. I made up a bunch of head canon anyways, so I don't think there's anything that will blatantly trigger fans of the game. But I hope you all enjoy the story. There will be a follow-up to this chapter, so be sure to leave any suggestions you think might add to the tale.

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Finishing up her work, Poison sighed and pushed her chair away from her desk. She hated accounting. It was the most tedious and boring part about owning a bar. It didn’t help that she always procrastinated and held it off until the last minute to get it done. Fortunately, now that it was off her plate, she wouldn’t have to think about it for another month. Stretching her arms above her head, she cracked the knots in her back and exited her office in the back hallway, going into the bar itself.

She had recently bought the place and rebranded it as her own after coming back to New York. It was a good change of pace. Being a wrestling promoter and performer had come with its ups and downs and had been good for her, but it was exhausting. Dealing with the backstage politics and drama and fighting to get new talent or for a spot on the cards. It had worn on her quite a bit. Worse still, she had a falling out with her biggest star, Hugo, and they had parted ways.

So, she had given it up and come back to New York, leaving Japan behind. It had taken a little bit to find the right place for sale. She wanted a bar that wasn’t in the upscale part of the city, nor in the dangerous spots. Something in between. Eventually, she had found this place in Brooklynn and put her savings into it. Only a year later, and she knew she had made the right choice. Money flow was great, and her workload was pretty easy. Other than keeping track of the books, her least favorite part, she just had to make sure that the bartenders did what they were supposed to. That was the easy part, considering that she had managed much more difficult people in the past and in a much higher stress industry. Some nights, she would slide behind the bar and make some drinks or pour some beers, but mostly she left her workers to their own devices and let them handle things.

The best part about owning a bar, though, was how easy it was to score hookups. Just mention the fact that she was the owner to some girl in her twenties and she was practically between her legs already. Between that and her looks, it was no hard feat to get them back to her place and then reveal the big guns between her legs and let the fun begin. She was usually successful in getting their number for future trysts the next morning, too.

The bar was still empty right now. It was only a bit past ten in the morning, after all. Her workers wouldn’t even get in to start setting up for the evening until three o’clock. She could go back to her apartment until then. Besides, her bar manager, Kimmie, had her own key and was always on top of things without her being there. Even if Poison didn’t make it for opening, Kimmie would have everything in order. Walking the short block back to her apartment building, she headed up to the third floor where she lived. Hers was the second to last on that floor. The hall was L-shaped, and her apartment was right in the corner with the final unit being around the corner of the L, right next to hers. It had been empty for a couple months now. To her surprise, the hallway outside of the empty apartment was filled with a stack of boxes and other items.

‘Someone must be moving in.’ she thought to herself.

Sure enough, the front door was slightly ajar, and she could hear somebody moving furniture around inside. Curious as to who her new neighbor was, she peaked at the boxes to try to get some clues when something caught her eye. It was a vintage, framed WrestleMania III poster featuring Hulk Hogan and Andre the Giant staring each other down. She used to have a similar poster in her old office when she was a talent manager. Okay, now she had to meet this person. Weaving her way through the boxes, she raised her hand and was about to tap on the front door when it suddenly swung open, startling both her and the person inside.

Poison was stunned. The young man that had just scared the crap out of her by answering the door unexpectedly was just her type. He looked about five years younger than her, somewhere in his mid-twenties, and he was tall, at about six foot two or three, and all muscle under his blue t-shirt and jeans. But not in a body-builder way, more of an athlete way. His thick, jet-black hair was combed straight back, and his eyes were a dark green color. His face was handsome to match and well sculpted with just a hint of shadow that indicated he hadn’t shaved this morning. God, she could have made a fortune managing a man like this if she were still in the business. He was the perfect look for either a hero or a heel and had the right size to be believable as both, too. She would probably introduce him as a heel and then wait for the right storyline for him to turn…

“Can I help you?” he asked, interrupting Poison from her fantasy booking.

“Oh, sorry about that.” She laughed. “I live next door and noticed you were moving in so I figured I would come say hello. My name’s Poison.”

She held out her hand and he shook it, his large grip dwarfing her own smaller hand.

“Poison?” he raised an eyebrow. “That’s an…interesting name.”

“It was a professional nickname that I used for years, and it fit better than my given name so that’s the one I use now.” She explained.

“I gotcha.” He chuckled. “Want to come in?”

“Certainly.”

He moved from out of the doorway and allowed her to enter the apartment. It was pretty similar to her own as far as the layout, but still obviously in the process of being moved into.

“Sorry about the mess.” James apologized, moving some boxes off the two adjacent couches in the living room to clear some space for them to sit.

“No problem.”

She smiled to herself as he hurriedly dumped the stuff on the ground. She liked him already. He seemed sweet.

“Please, sit down.” He offered, gesturing to the now cleared spot on the sofa.

Lounging on the couch, Poison crossed one leg over the other and looked the young man up and down.

“So, James, what brings you around here?” she asked.

“Work, actually.” He replied.

“What kind of work do you do?”

“I’m a cop.”

Ooph. She had never really liked cops. Of course, she used to be a criminal once upon a time, so that was a big part of the problem. But she also had always found them to be egotistical and power hungry. The interactions she had, the cops would throw their weight around and act like their badges made them Jesus or something. It always made her want to puke

James noticed the sudden dark flicker come across her face and smiled.

“I take it you don’t like cops then?” he laughed.

“No, I just didn’t figure you for a police officer is all.” Poison lied.

“Well, I’m just starting out and passed the academy recently.”

“What did you do before this?”

“Computer tech.”

The look of palpable surprise that crossed Poison’s face made him laugh again.

“Yeah, I’m a geek.” He admitted. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“So…computer tech…cop…”

She held up both hands, as if weighing them out on a scale.

“How do those two add up? Pretty drastic career change there.”

“Well, I went to college for computer engineering down south and got a job for a couple years. I thought about opening up my own shop, but I missed New York City too much. The NYPD had an opening in their cyber crimes department, so I sent in an application while going through the academy, and they accepted. I’m hoping to apply for a federal agency eventually. FBI or NSA or something. So, I’m not exactly a beat cop, but I do have the badge and gun and all.”

“You grew up around here?”

“Queens. My dad is a fire fighter. He gave me the same look that you just did earlier when I mentioned I was joining the NYPD. How am I doing so far?”

“How are you doing?”

“You’re judging me to see if you’ll mind having me as a neighbor, right?” James confirmed. “What’s my score? Pretty low, I take it.”

Poison raised an eyebrow, a sly smile spreading across her face. She had underestimated this kid a little.

“You got me, James.” She admitted. “You do lose points for being a cop. You were right, I’m not a fan of law enforcement.”

“Ouch. Any redeeming qualities?”

“Some. You’re nice, you’re handsome, a little clever, and…”

She pointed out through the open front door at the framed poster setting against one of the boxes.

“You’re a wrestling fan.”

“You like wrestling, too?” he asked, surprised. “Don’t meet a lot of pretty women who are into that stuff.”

“Big time. You could say that pro wrestling was my life, at one point. Not WWE, though. New Japan Pro Wrestling. Look me up when you get a chance. But for now…”

She stood up.

“I’ve got to go. I only get so much sleep as it is, owning a bar. I’m cutting in on my nap time.”

“You own a bar?” James asked, standing as well.

“Yeah. It’s just down the street. Poison’s Parlor.”

Stepping forward, she extended her hand and settled into a bit of a pose that accentuated her chest, glancing up at him through her eyelashes and the visor of her hat.

“It was nice to meet you, James. Stop by the bar tonight if you get a chance.”

“Nice to meet you, too, Poison.” He replied, shaking her hand. “You might find me there.”

As she walked out, she made sure that James got a good view of her exquisite rear, her hips moving side to side. Back in her own apartment, she thought him over some more. He was really handsome, and she had always wanted to fuck a guy. Sure, she had kicked legs with a couple of femboys through the years, in between her hookups with other women, but she had never had sex with a manly man. It wasn’t that she wasn’t into guys like that because she definitely was. However, being around the kind of guys she had been surrounded by in pro wrestling had kind of left a bad taste in her mouth in that field. Those guys were all ‘roided up and egomaniacs who didn’t really care about anyone but themselves. Their attitudes alone had turned Poison off from day one and set her on the path of banging chicks.

But James was different. She could already tell, even after their short conversation. He was quieter, a lot nicer, and smart. And while she really wasn’t a big fan of cops, it kind of was a bonus for her. If she could make some big, strong police officer fall for her and become her bitch…God, that would be hot. She could almost imagine him bent over for her while she gave it to him, watching the tall, masculine figure become her bottom in seconds. Okay, now she had to do this.

The question now was, how should she play this one out. Poison was a pretty skilled pickup artist, so she had a few different methods for seducing people. Should she play it strong, and let him know that she was interested in him? Eh…no. Maybe go for the tiny, soft damsel vibe and let him initiate things, as though he were in charge? Hmm…still no. The plan that made the most sense to her was to play the role she had played so well as a wrestling valet. The strong, reserved seductress. She knew exactly how to make anyone fall into the palm of her hand, both men and women. It had worked for her over and over again when getting some tail. All she had to do was project a teasing confidence that seemed like she might be interested in James, and the young man would eat it up. Just that little bit of potential for energy between them would drive him crazy to wonder if she was into him. Before he even knew what happened, he would be desperate to please her, and would practically be her servant in no time at all. All she had to do was create opportunities for the two of them to interact and let the rest play out in his head.

After a solid nap filled with dreams of her topping her new neighbor boy, Poison jumped in the shower to get ready for this evening. Her closet was half filled with the exact same outfits. Hey, when you wear the same clothes for years on end as a character, they kind of just become a habit. So, she squeezed into her typical attire. Some cutoff jean shorts that were tiny and tight and perfectly hugged her athletic rear. A tight, white tank top that clung snugly to her sizable cleavage and was sleeveless to show off her muscular arms while also short enough to leave all of her toned midriff free to see. Lastly came the adornments. A simple chain belt that added a little flash, and a black leather choker to draw the eye to her slender neck. Slipping on a pair of red heels, and she was all set and looking good. James was sure to have his eyes glued to her at the bar tonight. If she played her cards just right, she might even get lucky with him already. Practicing her seductive smirks in the mirror while she did her makeup, she tossed back her messy, pink hair and slapped on her black captain’s hat before heading out.

Kimmie was already there with the other bartenders. She had them setting up and getting everything ready for opening when Poison walked in.

“Hey, boss lady.” The blonde called as Poison entered.

“Hi, everyone.” She greeted. “How does everything look?”

“Pretty good, but we’ll probably need some more coconut rum after this weekend.”

“I’ll put it on the list.” Poison nodded. “I’ll be in the office for a bit if anyone needs me, okay?”

Leaving them all to it, she headed to the back of the building and settled down at her desk, sighing. Before she forgot about it, she added the rum to a list of items to order, and then absentmindedly began scrolling through YouTube videos while she waited for opening. Time got away from her. It pretty much always got away from her when she was on YouTube. She would click on one cat video and suddenly two hours would go by before she knew it. The only thing that actually snapped her from her binge was the increased sounds of the bar finally sneaking past the barrier of her office door. Blinking, she glanced at the time. It was already seven o’clock?! What the hell had she been doing? God, she hoped she hadn’t missed James. That would be a big mistake. The guy she wanted to seduce comes to see her bar, and she’s hidden in her office watching compilations of near-death GoPro experiences. Hurrying out to the front, she waved Kimmie over.

“Did a guy come in here yet?” she asked. “Tall, handsome. Name is James.”

“Nope, just the regulars so far. New boyfriend or something?”

“Maybe. New neighbor that I’m going to work my magic on. I told him to come check the place out when he had a chance.”

“Hasn’t shown up yet. Sorry, boss lady.” Kimmie answered.

“It’s fine. Need any help pouring drinks?”

For the next few hours, Poison jumped behind the bar and helped out where she could while also using her charm to entice the customers to buy more drinks. However, as it got later and later, there was still no sign of James. Even at midnight, still nothing.

Sighing in disappointment, she glanced around the room. He probably wasn’t coming tonight. She must not have been forward enough when telling him to stop by. That was understandable, though, since she hadn’t put her plan into action at that point. Still, now that she had been thinking about it all evening, she was worked up and needed to blow off this energy.

Spotting a group of young ladies over at one of the booths, she smirked and narrowed her eyes. Bingo. She had her target in sight. The girl on the end was a pretty, little redhead who had obviously had a bit to drink. She would do just nicely. Making her way over to the group, she played the role of friendly bar owner, smiling and asking them questions about themselves, but her real goal was the redhead. Inevitably, of course, she got her way. After getting friendly with the girl for an hour or so, she whispered her offer of a good time in the redhead’s ear, which she accepted. Letting Kimmie know she would be gone for closing, she led the girl out the door and off to her apartment.

James was still setting up his apartment when they got back. She could hear him moving things around and crushing cardboard boxes still. Seriously? He had skipped an opportunity to talk with her for that? God, she really didn’t put enough into her first encounter. Until then, though, she had…whatever this girl’s name was. Lauren? Karen? Kari? Whatever, it didn’t really matter what her name was. She had the girl in her trap, all she had to do was close it.

When the front door shut behind them, it was sprung and she pounced on the girl, devouring her in a kiss and forcing her back to the couch. It didn’t take long until the girl felt Poison’s bulge pressing up against her crotch. Her eyes wide, she broke off the kiss, staring down at where Poison’s hardon was straining against her jean shorts.

“Whoa…” she slurred. “You’ve…got a dick!”

“That’s right, honey.” Poison purred. “And I’m gonna use it to make you scream all night long. I usually go for a little more foreplay, but since you noticed what I’m packin’ I think we can jump right into the fun.”

Her pants and panties hit the ground, releasing her seven-inch shaft for the little redhead’s surprised eyes.

“You really do have a dick…” she breathed.

“A lady never lies.” Poison snickered, pulling the girl off the couch and to her knees. “Give it a little kiss, sweetie.”

Swallowing nervously, the girl leaned in and parted her lips to plant a timid kiss on the head of her cock.

“That’s it, girl.”

Poison’s hands softly tangled in the redhead’s fiery mane, urging her on. Slowly getting over her initial shock, the girl leaned right into the blowjob. Her mouth opened and she took in the first couple inches, sucking on it with a bit more vigor. Letting out a pent-up sigh, Poison closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy the sensation of the girl’s tongue sliding over the bottom of her shaft. She wasn’t actually half bad at sucking dick, now that Poison was past those pretty lips of hers. Even being tipsy as she was, the girl still knew her way around a penis. It was a pleasant surprise, actually. Most of the chicks she usually banged were lesbians or at least leaned hard that way. Their oral skills typically left much to be desired, and Poison would have to lead them through the motions, taking charge.

Of course, she certainly wasn’t opposed to taking charge. The little redhead found that out when Poison’s hands, which had been idly playing with her hair up to that point, suddenly pulled her towards the woman’s curvy hips. She gagged as the tip was corked down her throat, and her hands reflexively flew up to Poison’s thighs to stop her downward descent. Not one to let up easily, though, Poison dragged the girl’s head backwards and pumped her length back into her mouth, successfully making half of her cock disappear. Moaning in pleasure, she started to really lean into the facefucking. This was one of her favorite parts of every hookup. The part where some sweet thing’s throat became newly acquainted with cock. There was nothing like it, really. Pretty soon, she was humping away at the girl’s face with a steady rhythm, feeding her a good five or six inches every time, the living room filling with the sounds of gagging and choking.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, for the redhead, Poison was way too pent up that night, and she didn’t want to blow her load down the girl’s throat. That meant a relatively quick ending to the facefucking she was getting, but it would mean a lot more action for her pussy tonight. Yanking her cock from the gasping girl’s mouth, Poison leered down the girl’s top hungrily. She needed to fuck her. Now.

The girl’s clothes barely escaped without any tears as Poison undressed her on the way to the bedroom. By the time they were both inside and she was being shoved on the bed, they were both fully naked and Poison was ready for action. Slinking onto the mattress, she settled between the girl’s legs, her slick length sliding over the redhead’s pussy. Giving the panting woman a quick kiss, she drew back her hips until her tip fell into position. Then, play time was over. The next thrust buried her entire dick in the tight, waiting pussy beneath. A smile breaking out on Poison’s face as the girl’s shriek of pleasure rang out through her bedroom, she basked in the taut warmth of her snug cunt for a second before going straight to pound town, intent on delivering a quick and goopy finish. The first of several to come.

By the end of their encounter a few hours later, the redhead was passed out altogether. Between the booze and the insane number of orgasms she had endured, it had overwhelmed her and put her to sleep. Her recently used pussy was dripping with the fourth load from Poison, and her pretty, red hair was plastered to her sweat covered forehead. Smirking at the sight of her latest conquest splayed out on her disheveled mattress, Poison went to her bathroom to rinse some of the fluids from her face and body. God, she needed that. Now she felt nice and drained and satisfied. Of course, she really wished it had been a different partner. One tall, hunky neighbor of hers certainly came to mind. In fact, he had come to mind more than a few times over the past several hours, Poison frequently imagining it was James who was taking her pounding and crying out in bliss while she said dirty things to him. Fuck, now she was getting hard again.

The next morning, the redhead girl stumbled out of Poison’s bedroom at around ten o’clock. She looked hungover and she was walking funny. Hiding a smile behind her coffee mug, Poison walked over and gave the exhausted girl a kiss. Holding up a little piece of paper for her to see, Poison slipped it in the girl’s back pocket, copping a feel along the way.

“My number.” She explained. “In case you ever want a repeat of last night.”

The redhead nodded and mumbled something incoherent as she was walked to the front door. Opening it, Poison ushered the girl out and was about to close it when she noticed James outside of his own apartment, flattening down cardboard boxes in the hallway for recycling.

‘Excellent!’ she thought to herself. ‘I don’t even need to go knocking on his door.’

“Good morning, neighbor boy.”

James looked up from what he was doing as she sauntered over to him, a gracefully sexy smile painted on her face.

“Oh, good morning, Poison.” He greeted, putting the next crushed box in the stack. “I’m surprised to see you up this early on a Saturday. Wasn’t your bar open pretty late last night?”

“Coffee works miracles, sweetie.” She laughed. “I missed you there, you know. You never stopped by to say hello!”

She added a little pout to give him the ‘cute little girl’ visual.

“Sorry about that.” James apologized. “I just wanted to finish unpacking and setting up my apartment. I can’t have anyone over until that’s complete.”

“Oh, inviting a girlfriend over?”

“No, nothing that serious.” He laughed.

“So, you’re a player, then? Plenty of girls, no girlfriends?”

“Let’s just say, I haven’t found the right one yet.” He shrugged.

“Well, maybe…” She stepped closer and looked up at him through her eyelashes. “You’re not looking in the right places.”

Tapping her index finger on her chest once, she spun around and walked back to her apartment, throwing an extra sway in her hips as she went.

“Oh, hey, Poison. You still watch wrestling?”

‘Bingo.’

“Why yes, I do.” She replied, turning around to smile at him from her front door.

“There’s a WWE Pay-per-view on tomorrow.” James said. “If you’re free, I would love to watch it with you.”

‘I’m sure you would, buster.’

“That sounds like fun. What time is it at?”

“It starts at eight.

“Come over at quarter to seven, then.”

“You want me to come to your apartment?” He asked.

“Don’t you know a lady always prefers her own place?”

With a wink, she disappeared through her front door.

“That went well.” Poison giggled to herself now that she was alone.

Perfect. It had played out even better than she expected it to go. She had only gone over to talk a little and plant some seeds of desire within him, but he had bitten even earlier than she hoped. With him coming over to her apartment, it gave her perfect opportunity to work her magic and have him swooning over her before the night is through. Then, she would show him how she really did things.

That night at the bar, she could hardly work. Just thinking about the next day had her hard in her shorts, threatening to bust through the seams of her little pants. Every time she looked at one of the pretty, young things that walked through the door, she would get tempted to take one of them back to her place to blow off this steam that was boiling inside her. Heck, even the back office would have done for a location. But she wanted to save it all up for the main event on Sunday. If she played her cards right, she would have plenty of gas in the tank to rock James’ world twice over. In the end, she did wind up in the back office, but she was alone instead of stuffing some honey. She secluded herself to watching YouTube videos to kill time until closing and went home, eventually finding sleep.

The knock came at her door at 7:45 on the nose on Sunday. Doing a quick once-over to check her appearance in the mirror, Poison answered the door. Her heart throbbed along with the staff between her legs when she saw him. James was just wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans, but they hugged his frame just right and stoked the fire that had been burning inside her all day long.

“Right on time, neighbor boy.” She greeted, smiling at him. “I was afraid you might blow me off like last time at the bar.”

“I never miss an appointment that’s been set.” He replied.

“Well, what kind of man would turn down an appointment with a beautiful woman?” she joked.

‘Seriously, who would?’ she thought to herself.

She was still a little steamed that he hadn’t come to see her at the bar the other night, but now that didn’t matter. He was through her front door and in her clutches. No way would he be able to resist her.

“Just take a seat on the couch.” She called over her shoulder, as she went into the adjoining kitchen. “You want something to drink?”

“Beer, if you’ve got it.”

“If I’ve got it?” She scoffed. “What kind of bar owner doesn’t have beer in their own home?”

Returning with a couple cans, she handed one to James and took a seat on the couch next to him. Close, but not too close. Just near enough that he could feel the gentle warmth of her body heat without them touching. She had to make him want to close the distance.

But he didn’t. No matter how thick she drizzled the honey in her voice, or how many innuendos she threw into their conversation throughout the night, James didn’t make a move on her. At all. It was beyond puzzling to her. How could this straight, red-blooded man ignore her subtle-but-not-that-subtle advances like this? Was he just playing hard to get on her?

The even more confusing thing to her, though…she was having fun. A lot of fun. James was surprisingly charming. He was smart and well-spoken and funny, even. She found herself laughing out of reflex far more than she had in a long time. It struck her that this was kind of the first real date she had had in…forever? Usually her ‘dating’ was just hooking up, fucking like rabbits, and then maybe she’d see them again, maybe she wouldn’t. She had never really talked to any of her partners before. And this wasn’t even a real date! What the hell was going on???

When the pay-per-view event finally ended, she couldn’t believe how fast the time had gone by, and how little progress she had seemingly made. That was further underlined by James standing up and stretching, his shirt riding up just enough to give her a glimpse of his abs and make her mouth water.

“Thanks for watching this with me, Poison.” He spoke. “I had a great time.”

“Aww, you’re leaving already?” she pouted, masking her genuine disappointment with a flirtatious, joke-y tone.

“I actually work at a normal hour.” He laughed. “So, I need to be up in the morning. But I would love to do this again. It doesn’t need to be for the big events only. We can watch the weekly shows, too, if you want.”

“If you insist.” She forced a giggle.

“Good night, Poison.”

And then he was gone. And Poison was left alone with a screaming sex drive that she had ignored for two days. This was going to be harder than she thought. But now, she was more determined than ever. Things had gone well enough that he wanted to see her again. Maybe even tomorrow night, since RAW was on Mondays. There was no chance that this didn’t go her way. Smiling to herself and ignoring her annoyed dick, she firmed her resolve again. She WOULD make him bend under her thumb, no matter how many days it took.

A week went by. Then two. Then it was a month…and another. Suddenly, two and a half months were passed and still nothing! Not one single thing had happened between them. They hadn’t even hugged, let alone had sex! And all that the time had done was make Poison even more desperate. She still managed to mask it all under her flirty exterior whenever she was around him, but inside she felt like a longing puppy. It was embarrassing. It wasn’t like her. Was she…was she falling in love with this guy?!

The worst days were the ones when he would bring home a girl. It happened a couple times a week. Never the same girl, though. Some random hottie would come down the hall, arm in arm with him, and they would disappear into his apartment. Then, she would hear the little tart screaming her head off as he fucked her through the somewhat thin walls. On those nights, she would be extra aggressive with her hookups, trying her best to out-do him and make her partner scream louder. By the time it was over, her poor date would be fucked half out of their mind, and she still wouldn’t feel any better about it. Sometimes, he would stop by the bar after work and have a couple drinks. But if he ever left with anyone, it certainly wasn’t her. It was one of the nameless girls sat at one of the booths or tables.

Finally, it got to a breaking point one Friday night when they were in her apartment, watching Smackdown. She had to say something, or she was going to go crazy. Her plan had failed. She would need to change up her game a bit. Take the initiative.

“I see you still haven’t found a girlfriend.” She started, interrupting the temporary silence that had grown while they watched the current match. “I mean, I’m assuming none of those girls are actually a girlfriend. Right?”

“No, they’re just a bit of company.” James replied. “No girlfriends yet.”

“Hmm.”

Another minute of silence formed between them as Poison had an internal argument with herself. One half of her wanted to say what she was feeling, the other half told her to play the game as she always had. Eventually, she arrived at a compromise.

“How come you never ask me out on a date, neighbor boy?”

“You?” James asked, a surprised look on his face.

“Yes, me.”

“I thought you were gay. Or a lesbian, rather. I mean, you always bring home girls, right?”

Oh. A torrent of self-deprecating insults swirled around in Poison’s brain at that revelation. THAT was why none of her moves had ever registered any effect on him?! Her own libido had crushed her chances from the start! The moment he saw her, or heard her, with that little redhead months ago, her plan had been destined to fail. And every time she sated her lust by ravaging some other girl, the hole had only been dug deeper. She had quite literally shot herself in the foot.

“No, those girls are…just a bit of company.” She laughed, masking her own fury with herself by using the same excuse he had. “I enjoy ladies as appetizers, but the main course will always be men for me. So? Now, will you ask me out on a date?”

“Sure.” James laughed. “I mean, I’d love to. I guess that’s pretty much what we’ve been doing since I moved here, really. When are you available?”

“Oh, how about…”

She paused and pretended to think over her schedule.

“How about here and now.”

James’s eyebrow raised a little, and he slid closer, finally closing the couple inches of distance that had been between them since the beginning.

“I think my calendar is free then.” He answered, leaning down towards her.

Poison practically melted into the sofa when his lips pressed against hers. God, finally! Finally, after all this time! It felt so right! His lips against hers, and his tongue pressing into her mouth. His muscular arms snaking around her waist to pull her close. Just the size of his frame compared to hers made her-….

No! She had to remember to stick to her guns. She couldn’t get lost in the moment now. Now was her chance! Her shot to make him crumble under her and submit. She couldn’t let herself end up the one wilting under the heat.

Forcibly clearing the pink fog clouding her brain, Poison pushed back into the kiss, edging the aggression up on her end. She had to establish dominance here and set the tone, then leave him begging for more. Grabbing his broad shoulders, she pushed him back to sit flat against the couch and leapt over to straddle his lap, putting herself on top. In a more favorable position, she went back to work making out with James, eagerly devouring his mouth with hers while her tongue won back the ground it had lost and pushed forward.

She almost lost her cool again when his strong hands came up and grabbed her sides, firmly latching onto her slender waist and sending a shiver through her body. They only continued to be more of a distraction as he shifted about her body, sliding his hands up her sides and then back down where they found her voluptuous ass, clad in her signature jean shorts. She had to admit that it was pretty nice to have a partner who knew how to hold her and take some initiative, rather than have her simply carry the whole encounter and take full control. As long as she ended up on top, what did it matter if she allowed him to explore her body a little. Especially when it felt this nice.

Suddenly, she was airborne. James stood up from the couch, his arms wrapped tightly around her as he carried her towards her bedroom. Once inside, he gently seated her on the edge of the bed, their lips still latched together. Allowing the minor change of roles, Poison carried on with their embrace. It wasn’t until James pulled her off the bed and set her down on her knees that she began to have concerns. Those concerns deepened when his belt was unbuckled, and his pants unzipped. This was not going the way she wanted right now.

“You know.” She began, her heart racing. “I’m a little different than most women.”

“I know.” He replied, leaning down to kiss her as he kicked off his jeans. “You’re a futa.”

“I have different equipme-…wait, what?”

“You’re a futanari, right?” he repeated. “You have a dick.”

“Um…yes.” Poison stammered. “How did you know that?”

“Well, the walls aren’t exactly concrete around here.” He laughed, tapping on the dry wall facing his apartment. “My bedroom is right on the other side of this. I’ve heard dozens of girls have the same reaction when you strip down.”

“And…you don’t care?”

“Nope. Not really.”

A combination of relief and lust burned through Poison at that. This might be easier than she thought, getting him to bend over. If he already knew, and he still wants to sleep with her, he must want it, right? That was all good in theory until James’s boxers joined his pants, revealing his erection. Poison’s jaw dropped. It was HUGE. She wasn’t a stranger to seeing big dicks. Work alongside men long enough, and that sort of thing tends to happen. She had seen her fair share of swingers in the wrestling locker rooms on occasion. Hugo had been massive in his own right. And while this one wasn’t quite that absurd, it was still enormous. It had to be nine, maybe ten inches. And it was thick.

Feeling hands on her head, Poison’s nerves shot up another notch. James was now gently guiding her towards his cock. Her eyes crossing as she followed the tip down to her mouth, she hesitated, resisting the urge of James’s hands briefly. He just stepped forward a little, prodding the tip against her plush lips. Poison was completely caught off guard. This was NOT going according to her plan. Her carefully thought-out fantasy had HIM on his knees, not her. Like a deer in headlights, her confident charade crumbling, Poison eventually parted her lips and allowed him to push into her mouth.

Already, she felt stuffed. Fuck, he was huge! No wonder all those dumb broads he brought home screamed like they were being stabbed when he fucked them. Just the head alone was already straining her jaw and filling her whole mouth! She knew her way around a dick well enough. She had given a few blowies to get certain things throughout her career, and she usually gave the twinks she had fucked a pity suck. But this was different. She always had control in the past. When her lips wrapped around some man’s pole, she gained absolute dominion and had them twisted around her finger. Now, she was the one being controlled. Not only that, but this was far and away the largest cock she had ever done anything with.

As if to further emphasize that point, James gave her a little encouragement by pushing a bit deeper into her mouth. Pushing her worries to the side to try to regain her momentum, Poison started to put some effort into it. She could still make this work. All she had to do now was suck his soul out until he was a trembling mess for her. Then, she could re-take charge. To that end, she dug in with vigor. Her tongue, whose movement was limited from being flattened down, swirled and did whatever it could to add to the pleasure. Every time she pulled her head back, she flicked her tongue over his tip and sensitive frenulum, drawing satisfying moans from James.

Raising her right hand, she latched around the base of his shaft and started to stroke him, as well. She already knew this hog was going to be a chore and a half to take care of orally, so she would need some hands-on support. At the same time, though, she pushed deeper. Only three inches in, and she was already choking. The fat head prodded against her uvula, making her backpedal and gag. She was out of her element, here. This wasn’t a skinny, little five incher she could vacuum down with ease. She was going to need to work double time on this. That meant bringing in her second hand to pick up the slack. As she bobbed and sucked on the first couple inches, her hands worked in tandem on the remainder.

The good thing about having a cock, herself, was that she knew exactly what she liked. It stood to reason that the same things would work on James, too. Her grips rotating and stroking in alternating directions, she applied hard suction to his tip. Every ten or fifteen seconds, she would push to the back of her mouth and voluntarily choke herself on him, letting loose a deluge of saliva to ease the travel of her palms down his length. To her delight, her plan seemed to be working. James was groaning and sighing with pleasure somewhere above her. She could feel his cock throbbing between her grasp, and his hands had taken an idle approach, simply caressing her messy, pink hair now. Her right hand starting to tire a bit, she dropped it away to let her left hand carry on with full length movements instead.

That proved to be a bit of an error. Poison had mistaken James’ lull in initiative as some sign of submission, which was not the case. As soon as one of her hands wasn’t there to prevent her lips from sliding deeper, James’ grip on her head firmed up and he gave a thrust into her mouth. Poison let out a surprised ‘GURK’ as the tip came crashing against her uvula. Even as she was in the process of gagging, though, James was already pulling her back and pumping into her mouth. With every dive past her lips, she could feel her throat’s resistance crumbling now. Each thrust squeezed another little bit into her throat. It wasn’t much, maybe a couple additional millimeters each time, but with James now thrusting at a more rapid clip, the ground was adding up quick.

Finding herself on the wrong end of a facefuck, she dropped her left hand altogether, and brought both hands up to rest on James’ muscular thighs in the hopes of regaining some of her control. James still wasn’t being overly brutal at all, but he was insistently fucking deeper and deeper into her mouth. Every descent past her lips now buried at least an inch down her throat, and that distance was steadily increasing. Before long, she was swallowing half his monster shaft with every stroke. She couldn’t stop choking. She couldn’t stop gagging. She could hardly breathe in a consistent manner. And yet, she was also stiff as a board. Her body was rebelling against her mind, and even mentally, a good chunk of her still wasn’t onboard with her plan for domination. Every constriction of her throat muscles around James’s thick cock only made hers throb harder within their denim prison.

Apparently searching for a better angle, James suddenly stepped towards her, his dick still half-entombed in her gullet. Poison now found herself practically looking straight up at James as he fucked down into her mouth. With gravity on his side, another inch slid in…and then another…and the another. Poison’s eyes were clenched shut, now, and she was retching like crazy, her muscles contracting and convulsing all around him. But the squeezing reflex meant to dislodge any blockage in her windpipe only served to heighten the pleasure of fucking her. And then, she felt her nose bump into the soft, warm skin of James’s navel, signaling that the journey was complete.

Her eyes fluttering open to peer through the water that had formed in her vision, she squinted up at his face. It was twisted in a grimace of absolute bliss as he basked in the taut heat of her slender throat. Poison could feel her leather choker digging into her neck harshly. A fumbling hand patting at her collar confirmed to her that her throat was now obscenely distended and showing off her accomplishment to any who would have been watching.

But now, she was facing another dilemma altogether. Forget her bulging neck, forget her gag reflex tripping like crazy, forget all that. She couldn’t breathe! Her nose was being smothered in James’s crotch, so even if she was experienced enough to bring in air through her nostrils, they were too busy being smooshed to allow anything passage through them. And James was still securely pinning her head to his groin, fully enjoying the bounty of spasms that her walls were inflicting on his rod. Both hands quickly left her distended throat and flew to his thighs, tapping urgently as she quickly was running out of oxygen. It took a good three or four seconds for the message to break through the haze in James’s brain, but those seconds felt like an eternity to Poison.

Still, he did finally yank her back off of him entirely, allowing her to cough and choke and heave in air as she needed. His hands leaving her hair and cupping her flushed cheeks instead, he tilted her to face upwards and leaned down to plant his lips on hers. She was still gasping in between the kiss and her face was a mess of spit, but she leaned into the lip-lock, only interrupting it to catch her lungs up on their necessary quote of air that had been neglected.

“That was amazing, Poison.” James praised, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “I’ve never had a girl that could swallow me all the way.”

‘No shit!’ she thought to herself. ‘I can’t do it, either, unless you stuff the python down there!’

But she was still too focused on catching her breath to respond to that. And she needed to get herself back in line or she wasn’t going to get her plan to work out. This was supposed to be him on his knees! She was supposed to be the one plumbing his throat! How the hell had she ended up down there?! And why was she so god damn horny?! Her dick was stiffer than it had ever been, and it was threatening to shred her tiny shorts. She had to get them off for her own sanity and comfort. Luckily, James noticed her subtle squirming and deduced the issue through that and the tent in her pants.

“How about we get you into something more comfortable?” he suggested, smiling.

“Oh, what a gentleman.” She replied, trying to inject as much of her former seductress tone into her voice as she could.

She doubted it was as convincing as she hoped.

“You got any lube around here?” James asked.

“Dirty thoughts on the brain, huh?” Poison giggled as she was busy peeling off her clothes. “Top drawer of the nightstand, neighbor boy.”

Finally! Finally, the lube came out! This would be her chance to show the little boy who his mama was. She would just have to be a bit more forceful about it. And vocal. Shakily rising to her feet, Poison wiped her chin on the back of her hand and walked up to James as he pulled out the bottle of lube from her drawer. He raised an eyebrow at the stiff protrusion attached to her shapely hips.

“Impressive.” He noted.

“Coming from the man with the horsecock between his legs?” she smirked.

Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned up for another kiss.

“You know.” She began, in between kisses. “I’m more…of a top.”

Her hand snaked around his waist and palmed his muscular rear, making her intentions clear.

“I’m good at what I do…and that doesn’t involve…me bending over.”

“Well…” he replied, grabbing a handful of her ass in return. “I’m sure you’ll love it when you give it a try.”

Suddenly her façade was crumbling all over again. James was lifting her up and laying her down on the bed, his lips still attached to hers as his hands explored her recently unveiled breasts. Just feeling his strong fingers tweaking her nipples or running down her sides had her melting inside. And then, she was being rolled onto her stomach, her full, beautiful, perfect butt on display for him, and her rifle firmly holstered in between her belly and the mattress. A kiss was laid on her right ass cheek…and then another on her left. Her whole body was getting hotter and hotter, and her erection was raging. But all she could do was lie there and whimper as he planted gentle smooches on her rear and massaged whatever he wasn’t kissing.

The snap of the bottle uncapping broke through her fog like a shotgun blast. Then she felt the cool touch of the lube as he drizzled a bit between her cheeks and directly onto her hole. Her initial gasp at the feeling of the chilly fluid on her was followed up by an even sharper gasp when his finger came into contact with her ass. He didn’t push it in right away, either. Just teasingly swirled it around her tiny opening and spreading the lubricant about. But those little movements were all it took to send shivers of pleasure up her spine as her sensitive hole was lovingly toyed with by the tip of James’s finger. The more she struggled to galvanize herself into offensive action to secure her spot on top, the more she wanted to give in and let it happen. There was a sexual civil war going on in her mind, and she couldn’t decide what to do.

In the end, her body decided for her. As soon as James’s finger pushed into her, she let out a moan and gave up the ghost. This wasn’t the first time she had ever had something in her ass, but it was the first time someone else had stuck something in her ass, and it was so much different. So much better. To her surprise, it didn’t even hurt. James’s finger was not small in the least. The whole ‘big hands’ trope was definitely true in this case, for sure. But his digit slid into her with ease, no doubt the payoff of his preparation. He had made her body eager for it, and now it wanted him inside. She was already lost.

He went in up to the first knuckle, then paused. Once he was sure she was fine, he started in again to the second knuckle. Another pause. Then, his whole finger was buried in her ass. She was definitely tight, and she could feel her hole bearing down around him, but it was just her natural tautness. It wasn’t because she was tense. And that made it easier. What made it harder, though, was when he started to move his finger around inside of her. Squirming and whining in pleasure, Poison was about to ask what he was doing. The question got answered, though, when he apparently found his target with relative ease and pressed down on it. James had located her prostate.

A shriek escaped Poison before she could bite her lip. Just that one touch of pressure on her backdoor button had sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight to her brain. And he wasn’t done there. With her prostate found, he began to massage it. It started out pretty tame, just rubbing the pad of his finger over it, but soon escalated to firmly pressing down and squeezing it. Poison couldn’t help but wiggle around on the mattress. It was like she was plugged into an electrical socket with voltage being fed straight through her rear to her mind. James had no issues holding her still with his free hand, though. He kept her butt securely in place while he carried on barraging her brain with unfamiliar ecstatic sensations.

A second finger being put in really made her cry out. As soon as that next one entered her, she yelped and moaned like a bitch in heat. It was so embarrassing to her to be making those noises. She was the one who made other people sound like that. But at the same time, it was so fucking hot to hear herself in that way, and it was definitely genuine vocalizations of lust. Now, the stretch was on. James’s fingers together were larger than anything she had ever stuck in there, and she was feeling it. It still wasn’t outright painful, but it was noticeably uncomfortable. Luckily, the pleasure was outweighing the pain for her. As both fingers worked in tandem to assail her prostate, she was right back to moaning and gasping all over again.

Pre-cum was freely streaming from her dick, too. With every prod and poke to her sensitive button, her cock would twitch and spew a bit of fluid. Pretty soon, there was a definite wet spot that she could feel where her tip was, soaking into her sheets and wetting her belly. More importantly than all that…she was going to…cum!? She could feel it! Sort of. She sure felt something, but it didn’t feel like a typical orgasm. But it was undeniable that there was something building up inside her and was going to crescendo soon. And it was tied into whatever James was doing back there. Every shift and caress of his fingers in her was burning the fire hotter and hotter.

Until she came. With a cry to wake the dead, Poison came harder than she ever had in her entire life. Her whole body tensed up, every muscle clenching and shaking as gouts of cum erupted from her trapped cock. In just the first two shots, her sheets were totally soaked through and through, and that was only the beginning. Working through her tightening hole’s newfound resistance, James continued to stroke and squeeze her prostate, wringing more and more jizz from her. Every time she thought it was over, he would press down, and her dick would flinch, and another cup of goo was spewed forth. Poison couldn’t do anything except bury her head down in the sheets to try to muzzle her screams while her thoughts went blank from the overload. Black spots were swimming in her vision and her limbs were jerking erratically, but he held her down and massaged her right through the whole thing, milking her for all she was worth.

Her midriff thoroughly coated, and her staff still inexplicably harder than ever, Poison was finally given a reprieve when James’s fingers vacated her rear. Heaving and panting, she laid there and tried to get her wits about her, still at a loss for the power of the orgasm she had just experienced. When she made the femboy twinks cum by fucking them, she always found it amusing that they could cum from having their ass banged. It never really held any weight for her. In a matter of minutes, her whole perspective on the issue had just been turned upside down. James had sent her higher than any climax before, and he had done it just using his fingers. She had really just came from having her ass fingerblasted. And what’s more, the refractory period was nowhere to be found. While she was exhausted for sure, her body was still raring to go. Her dick was hard as a rock and throbbing in its steamy, sticky cocoon under her belly, and her ass still wanted more.

Fortunately for her, James was in a giving mood. A slight shift on the mattress was all the warning she got before his weight was on her, straddling her thighs. His cock, still huge and hard as ever, was now lodged between her cheeks like an oversized hotdog. It was very clear what was in her future, and she wasn’t sure if her mind could take it, let alone her little ass. Unable to find the words or willpower to resist what was coming, Poison just whimpered and huffed in anticipation as more lube was poured over James’s pole, dripping down between her cheeks, as well. He slid his hardon between her buns for a few seconds to thoroughly coat his whole length and smear the viscous lube around, and then he was ready. His tip was knocking on her backdoor.

It was a much harder entry than his fingers had been. The discomfort was returning for Poison, yet she still couldn’t protest. As much as she didn’t want to be on bottom, she desperately wanted to be on bottom. She now knew the ecstasy of being fucked, and she needed it. She needed it bad. So, she forced herself to relax and gathered up a mouthful of her bedsheets to muzzle herself, bracing for the ride to come.

With a little effort, the head sunk past her opening, drawing a muffled cry from Poison. The lube helped a lot to ease passage, as did the considerable amount of prep work he had done on her already to loosen her up for him. Even still, it felt like there was a baseball bat lodged in her backside, and she knew it was only just the literal tip of the metaphorical iceberg. There was so much more under the water, and the ship was still sailing forward. James did go slow for her. Even once the tip had popped in, he stayed put for a minute to allow her to get used to the unfamiliar feeling of a meaty staff stretching out her inexperienced hole, and she did relax pretty quickly.

Feeling her muscles ease up under him, James pushed another couple inches in her. Poison screamed again, but this time wasn’t from the sudden pain. It was from pleasure. As soon as he got beyond a couple inches in, his head met her prostate for the first time. And this wasn’t the gentle probing of a finger or two. This was an impossibly thick dick forcing open her walls and exerting crushing pressure on her button. There was no wiggle room at all. Just the presence of him being inside her was plugging her back into the electrical outlet, only this time, the voltage was cranked way up, and she was even more sensitive in the aftermath of her first orgasm.

It only got even more intense as he kept on feeding her tight ass more of his length, the girthy pole sliding past and squeezing mercilessly on that spot, making her squirm uncontrollably and squeak embarrassingly into her mouthful of cotton sheets. Inch after inch disappeared in her backside, straightening out her passage and forcibly stretching her. The experience was like nothing Poison could have conceived of when she occasionally wondered about being a bottom, but now she was getting the full readout on the pamphlet of being an anal whore. It seemed like it would never end, too. Whenever she thought that there was no possible way he had more to give, another section of his length would find its way in, courtesy of James’s hips. By the time his full ten-incher was hilted in her snug butt, she was shivering and moaning without care for how much noise she was making, already on the cusp of a follow up climax once more.

With his dick lodged in her rear, James’s chest came down to rest on her bare, glistening back, their sweat mixing together. Leaning over her shoulder, he pulled her face up out of the mattress and tilted her chin towards him, kissing her passionately. Lost in the insanity of that beast being inside her and the simple feeling of him on top of her, Poison weakly, yet eagerly, returned the kiss. She felt so incredibly full. More full than she had ever felt in her entire life. Her ass was being stretched to epic proportions, and there was a certified monster splitting her in half. Her little hole was still smarting from how much it was being forced to conform to the incompatible nature of what was inside her, but god damn if she wasn’t hard as all hell from this.

Using the makeout to distract her a bit, James’s hips retracted, easing his cock back the way it had come. As a distraction, it did little to divert her attention from the gigantic rod that was now moving inside her, the flare of his head pummeling her prostate at the top of the arc. It certainly didn’t distract her when he pushed back in, a bit faster the second go-around, their bodies meeting at the conclusion of his thrust. And by the time he was gently sawing in and out of her rear, gently fucking her tight, little ass, Poison was hardly invested in the kiss anymore, her brain far more intent on trying to process the explosive shockwaves of ecstasy she was being fed from his anal assault.

“Oh, my fucking gooood!” Poison cried out, when her lips were finally released from James’s. “Fuck! Fuuuck! Holy shit, that’s so fucking…NGH…big! Oh, my god!”

And then her eyes went even wider, her breath catching in her throat.

“Oh, fuck!” she squealed. “I’m gonna…AH…I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

And she did just exactly that. With James still slowly pistoning into her rear entry, Poison came like crazy. It was even more intense and overwhelming than the first one, if that was possible. Her own cock twitched and jumped, spewing its second batch of baby batter all over the sheets. There was even more than the first time, too. If Poison had been in a position to think clearly, she would have wondered how she could possibly have this much cum inside her, but she was beyond thinking clearly. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, her mouth was hanging open limply, and her ass was clamped down around James like a vice. He kept right on fucking her through the tightness, though, confidently spearing her butt and ravaging her prostate with every back and forth trip. Every time he would slide past, crushing her love button under him, she would shriek and hose down her belly and sheets with another portion of jizz.

The peak was embarrassingly long, leaving her twitching and squeaking like a kitten under his grip, while she inseminated her mattress. Even when it was done, and she had an opportunity to clear her mind and blink the stars out of her eyes, she wasn’t afforded any break to speak of. Instead, James abruptly pulled himself out of her, and rolled her over on her back, smirking when he saw the voluminous puddle of seed she had left underneath her to soak into her sheets, her belly still sticky and slimy, too. And then, she was being folded in half. James put her athletic flexibility to good use by bending her legs up towards her head until her thighs were pinned flush against her abdomen and her ankles were on either side of her ears. Giving her still-hard cock a teasing stroke, which made her yelp and squirm, he guided his cock back to her hole and re-entered.

Pinned as she was like a lawn chair under James’s large frame, she wasn’t even free to squirm now as he picked right back up where he left off. Only now, the pace was faster. Still slow, by any normal measure, but fast enough to make Poison’s brain short-circuit. Her cock still twitched and throbbed insistently, still trapped although trapped between their two bodies now. She didn’t know how she could still be hard with no cooldown in between, but there was no denying it and no pretending, either. Every time he dove past her ring and impaled her on his dick, her shaft flexed, oozing out a bit of leftover cum onto her midriff. In only five minutes of fucking, there was a noticeable puddle gathered in her belly button and spilling over down her abs.

Grabbing her flushed, moaning face in both hands, he pulled her into another kiss. As she panted into his mouth, one hand drifted down to her slender neck and squeezed. Not enough to fully cut off her air supply, but sufficient to hinder it and leave her gasping and quivering in his arms. He released her relatively quickly to allow her to heave in air and scream again as he pounded her butt, before returning the pressure on her windpipe. This time, he fully cut her off, leaving her wide-eyed and red-faced, her mouth open in a soundless howl as she tried to suck in oxygen. And as crazy as it was, her lying there at his mercy, totally pinned down and struggling to breathe, she was so incredibly turned on. Her engine was still firing on all cylinders, and every action James enacted to dominate her was like a shot of nitrous down the carburetor, shooting her ever closer to climax number three.

This one took a bit longer than the first two. A solid fifteen minutes of James’s mating press with her ass went by before she felt the tingling of the third. By then, Poison had totally submitted to him. Her fantasy of topping him was a long forgotten dream in the haze of her fucked mind. This was where she belonged. On bottom, taking a fat cock up her ass like the whore she was. She couldn’t deny that her body absolutely loved it. After all, she was about to cum for the third time in under an hour, and it hadn’t come from a single bit of stimulation to her cock. It was all from her snug, little butt being fucked by James.

When the inevitable third climax did arrive, it wasn’t quite as flashy or explosive as the first two, but it was still like a magic trick to her. Even with how much she had already poured out onto her bed, her cock still stubbornly jumped and loosed streams of jizz, plastering the skin of the two lovers entrapping it. Her screams, by now weak and less urgent, were quickly muzzled up by James’s lips connecting with hers, as he pounded her through her peak.

However, that erratic clenching and tightening of her ass proved too much for him. As she was starting to run dry, simply drooling out the remnants of her orgasm, she heard him groan, felt him swell, and then erupt. This one put hers to shame, as a veritable fire hose was suddenly turned on inside her guts. She could feel every shot going off inside her like a hot blast from a pressure washer that was hosing down her taut walls. Over and over, he flooded her ass in a futile attempt to knock up her butt with his seed. The feeling of his throbbing and jerking against her prostate and the sensation of being absolutely basted only made her dribble more juice from her cock, and her eyes wandered aimlessly in her skull as she contracted several more times, wringing James for all his massive balls were worth.

When it was over, he just lay there on top of her, his staff still hilted inside of her, keeping the reservoir of spunk he had unloaded securely plugged inside of her. She could feel his hands gently stroking her cheeks and moving her damp hair out of her face, but her vision was a bit blurry along with her capacity to think right then. It took another few minutes for his cock to shrink down enough that it popped out of her ass on its own, but even then, her little hole closed right up, diligently keeping every ounce of his jizz safely stored inside her butt. The mattress was soaked in a cocktail of cum and sweat and other fluids, but neither one of them cared enough to change the sheets or anything like that. Instead, James just moved her light frame into a proper position on the bed to rest on her side before his arms wrapped around her again, this time from behind. With James spooning up behind her, and every last bit of energy having been fucked right out of her, Poison soon found herself drifting off to sleep cocooned in her neighbor’s strong arms.