Re: His Substitute Girl, Part 3
anonymous
February 17 2014, 21:22:58 UTC
If there was one woman who looked 'cute' rather than 'sexy' in lingerie, it was Kelly Chambers. While Kelly was actually rather sexually adventurous she was still more used to simply getting naked and fucking rather than any art of seduction. She was undeniably pretty, but in a manner more becoming a peppy athlete than say a bikini model. She wore black stockings affixed to a lacy garter belt, and her breasts were covered with a matching-colored bra that showed a generous but not scandalous amount of cleavage. She looked like she was a woman dressing up for her boyfriend on his birthday, not posing for a magazine. She was still ever-so uncomfortable on the heels, and had the body language of someone trying on clothes they felt didn't belong on their bodies.
"Now, Miss Chambers, I wanted to talk to you about stress and morale throughout Cerberus personnel," he said, his voice as controlled as always, sitting himself back down behind his desk. He gestured for her to approach, and Kelly scampered to position herself between his seat and his desk. "Do you, as a counsellor, have any recommendations?"
"Without a more detailed study of the situation, sir, I can only offer broad outlines for what MIGHT-"
"Bullet point ideas are fine, Miss Chambers," the Illusive Man interrupted, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs slightly.
"Well, sir, we can't really increase the amount of shore leave personnel receive without adjusting the security procedures," she said, speaking a little too hurriedly.
"Are our men and women stressed from working and living in too close proximity to one another?"
"Possibly, sir, that's a risk in any isolated organization such as ours."
"Perhaps if they got to know their coworkers in more....informal.... capacities, some of the tension would be relieved? Many of the people they work side-by-side with may well have hidden traits that would be pleasant to discover." As he spoke he let one of his feet trail leisurely up Kelly's stocking-glad leg, and she made no move to step away.
"Y-yes sir, that's true."
"Should we be encouraging more... intimate... fraternization as a way to relieve stress? In your professional opinion, of course."
"I.... could see the merits of that position, sir."
The Illusive Man took her hands in his. She hadn't realized it, but Kelly had been drifting closer and closer towards him since the conversation began. She stood there, momentarily paralyzed, before he spread his knees a bit further and gave her a firm downwards tug.
Kelly found herself on her knees, her hands resting on either one of the Illusive Man's thighs. She gingerly moved up to unzip his pants, and a few seconds later she was grasping his firm dick in her hands, slowly pumping up and down.
"Ah, Miss Chambers, that reminds me," said the Illusive Man, in a tone that gave no indication that he was being pleasured. "Please open the drawer on the right side of my desk, the bottom one." Kelly, reluctantly, pulled herself away from his penis and opened the drawer, pulling out two pairs of handcuffs. "It's another security precaution, I'm afraid, but with your lower security clearance you'll need to be restrained if we are in close proximity to one another."
"Of course, sure. Whatever you say." Kelly hurriedly affixed the first pair of cuffs around her ankles, tightening the cuffs with a mechanical click-click-click. Handcuffs nowadays tended to be all about generated force fields and stun settings, but the Illusive Man was something of a traditionalist.
"Behind your back, Miss Chambers," said the Illusive Man, as Kelly moved to bind her wrists together.
"Certainly, sir," said Kelly, her breasts jutting out somewhat as she tightened the cuffs behind her back. Once they were in place she raised her arms up as high as she could, showing off the tight seal between her skin and the metal.
Kelly didn't need further prompting to get back to the task at hand. With her hands cuffed there was only one thing to do with his cock, and that was to put it in her mouth. Her lips, covered with a soft pink gloss, began playing over his head, gradually applying more pressure, before moving further down the shaft.
Re: His Substitute Girl, Part 4
anonymous
February 17 2014, 21:23:58 UTC
Kelly knew she gave great blowjobs. Every male she'd ever sucked off had told her so, and it was something she took a bit of secret pride in. She knew how to use her tongue and her lips, she always swallowed without complaint, knew how to breathe in a relaxed and controlled manner. As her red hair bobbed up and down on his engorged dick she glanced at her boss with wide green eyes, hoping to make eye contact, but he was staring off...
Or so it seemed.
The Illusive Man was, in fact, staring over at his desk, which only a short while ago he'd fucked Operative Miranda Lawson over. And that was a woman worth fucking.
As Kelly increased her speed and pressure, the Illusive Man thought back to the elegant black dress she'd been wearing as she'd leaned backwards over the desk. He was holding a leg in either hand and, standing in front of the desk, pumping into and out of her with a vigour not even the most strenuous workout could match. She didn't pant or moan like a cheap porn star but he'd won her over all the same. He remembered the satisfaction of seeing her back arch as the orgasm rolled through her body, how she'd stared back at him with a mix of awe and admiration once she'd finally regain her sense.
Miranda Lawson was perfect.
That thought had entered his mind as they fucked cowgirl-style on the desk, Miranda sliding up and down his dick while he watched her massage her breasts. Not just physically perfect, though she could put both Olympic athletes and supermodels to shame. Her intellect was a sword sharpened to the finest of edges. He knew her knowledge exceeded his in numerous categories. She may not have had his overarching vision or his strategic insights but she was a historian and a xenobiologist, a logistics guru and a weapons designer, an analyst and an operative. All in one perfect package.
Like Kelly Chambers she'd sucked him off, too, though he'd let her use her hands then. There was no need to play such games with Miranda. And after he'd climaxed he'd returned the favor on her, something he had not bothered with for a long, long time.
Kelly knew she was being used, but had done a fairly good job of rationalizing away and worries she might have. She knew, above all else, that Cerberus was important to humanity, and keeping the man running it happy was directly tied to keeping mankind safe. If the man in charge of fighting off batarian slavers or asari criminals was horny she'd gladly suck him off if it meant his attention could be fully focused when he returned to work. She knew he thought she was at least pretty enough to give him a blowjob, and if the rumors about his other sex partners were true he was a man of discerning taste, so there was some comfort there. And on a more primal level she found being used a turn-on, not that she could easily stroke her pussy with her hands bound as such. The Illusive Man had no such need to rationalize his casual sex. He was a human acting on his urges, and if not the head of Cerberus then who would represent humanity in all its lustful glory. His thoughts drifted to their last act of passion before Miranda returned to the field. She'd been wearing her Cerberus jumpsuit but it had fallen to her waist, then below it, as the Illusive Man had pounded her in the shuttle docking bay. It was with an animalistic passion that he'd grabbed her breasts and pressed her against the wall, thrusting into that perfect body, that perfect mind, over and over...
Re: His Substitute Girl, Part 5
anonymous
February 17 2014, 21:24:34 UTC
The Illusive Man finally came, coating the inside of Kelly's mouth with his ejaculate. She didn't mind, though she was somewhat surprised that she hadn't noticed it coming. She carefully swallowed his load before gently pulling herself off his dick. With admirable diligence she began licking his head and shaft, carefully trying to get any fluid that may have escaped.
The Illusive Man sat there for several minutes, before his mind began turning back to operations and logistics, to data spreads and future schemes. He adjusted himself in his seat, causing Kelly to stop licking and lean back.
There was a hopeful look in her eyes, as if she was waiting for something in return, something more. Her legs were parted, giving him a clear view of her silk-covered pussy, but his eyes had already returned to his holographic displays.
"That will be all, Miss Chambers. Please see yourself out."
Her hopes dashed, Kelly sullenly stayed rooted to the floor for a few seconds, before pulling herself to her feet. A difficult task, given that her hands were still cuffed and the shackles around her ankles had a chain only a few inches long. And she was wearing heels, no less.
"Um, sir," she said, turning around to display the steel manacles still fastened around her wrists.
"Oh, I'm afraid I don't have the key for those. Check with the security office. You know where it is?"
"Yes, sir."
It took Kelly the better part of a minute to cross the room in her shackles and heels, but she did so without complaint.
The Illusive Man pulled up the surveillance footage of Operative Lawson.
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I actually really like Kelly Chambers as a character, though I know I’m probably in the minority for that. If anyone needs a proofreader in the future just send me a wave.
Re: His Substitute Girl, Part 5
anonymous
February 18 2014, 17:45:58 UTC
I really like how he sent her to the security office in underwear and shackles. And how he used her mouth without feeling the need to reciprocate (so TIM-like). And the feel-up scene. Pretty much everything about the story, basically :)
"Now, Miss Chambers, I wanted to talk to you about stress and morale throughout Cerberus personnel," he said, his voice as controlled as always, sitting himself back down behind his desk. He gestured for her to approach, and Kelly scampered to position herself between his seat and his desk. "Do you, as a counsellor, have any recommendations?"
"Without a more detailed study of the situation, sir, I can only offer broad outlines for what MIGHT-"
"Bullet point ideas are fine, Miss Chambers," the Illusive Man interrupted, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs slightly.
"Well, sir, we can't really increase the amount of shore leave personnel receive without adjusting the security procedures," she said, speaking a little too hurriedly.
"Are our men and women stressed from working and living in too close proximity to one another?"
"Possibly, sir, that's a risk in any isolated organization such as ours."
"Perhaps if they got to know their coworkers in more....informal.... capacities, some of the tension would be relieved? Many of the people they work side-by-side with may well have hidden traits that would be pleasant to discover." As he spoke he let one of his feet trail leisurely up Kelly's stocking-glad leg, and she made no move to step away.
"Y-yes sir, that's true."
"Should we be encouraging more... intimate... fraternization as a way to relieve stress? In your professional opinion, of course."
"I.... could see the merits of that position, sir."
The Illusive Man took her hands in his. She hadn't realized it, but Kelly had been drifting closer and closer towards him since the conversation began. She stood there, momentarily paralyzed, before he spread his knees a bit further and gave her a firm downwards tug.
Kelly found herself on her knees, her hands resting on either one of the Illusive Man's thighs. She gingerly moved up to unzip his pants, and a few seconds later she was grasping his firm dick in her hands, slowly pumping up and down.
"Ah, Miss Chambers, that reminds me," said the Illusive Man, in a tone that gave no indication that he was being pleasured. "Please open the drawer on the right side of my desk, the bottom one." Kelly, reluctantly, pulled herself away from his penis and opened the drawer, pulling out two pairs of handcuffs. "It's another security precaution, I'm afraid, but with your lower security clearance you'll need to be restrained if we are in close proximity to one another."
"Of course, sure. Whatever you say." Kelly hurriedly affixed the first pair of cuffs around her ankles, tightening the cuffs with a mechanical click-click-click. Handcuffs nowadays tended to be all about generated force fields and stun settings, but the Illusive Man was something of a traditionalist.
"Behind your back, Miss Chambers," said the Illusive Man, as Kelly moved to bind her wrists together.
"Certainly, sir," said Kelly, her breasts jutting out somewhat as she tightened the cuffs behind her back. Once they were in place she raised her arms up as high as she could, showing off the tight seal between her skin and the metal.
Kelly didn't need further prompting to get back to the task at hand. With her hands cuffed there was only one thing to do with his cock, and that was to put it in her mouth. Her lips, covered with a soft pink gloss, began playing over his head, gradually applying more pressure, before moving further down the shaft.
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Or so it seemed.
The Illusive Man was, in fact, staring over at his desk, which only a short while ago he'd fucked Operative Miranda Lawson over. And that was a woman worth fucking.
As Kelly increased her speed and pressure, the Illusive Man thought back to the elegant black dress she'd been wearing as she'd leaned backwards over the desk. He was holding a leg in either hand and, standing in front of the desk, pumping into and out of her with a vigour not even the most strenuous workout could match. She didn't pant or moan like a cheap porn star but he'd won her over all the same. He remembered the satisfaction of seeing her back arch as the orgasm rolled through her body, how she'd stared back at him with a mix of awe and admiration once she'd finally regain her sense.
Miranda Lawson was perfect.
That thought had entered his mind as they fucked cowgirl-style on the desk, Miranda sliding up and down his dick while he watched her massage her breasts. Not just physically perfect, though she could put both Olympic athletes and supermodels to shame. Her intellect was a sword sharpened to the finest of edges. He knew her knowledge exceeded his in numerous categories. She may not have had his overarching vision or his strategic insights but she was a historian and a xenobiologist, a logistics guru and a weapons designer, an analyst and an operative. All in one perfect package.
Like Kelly Chambers she'd sucked him off, too, though he'd let her use her hands then. There was no need to play such games with Miranda. And after he'd climaxed he'd returned the favor on her, something he had not bothered with for a long, long time.
Kelly knew she was being used, but had done a fairly good job of rationalizing away and worries she might have. She knew, above all else, that Cerberus was important to humanity, and keeping the man running it happy was directly tied to keeping mankind safe. If the man in charge of fighting off batarian slavers or asari criminals was horny she'd gladly suck him off if it meant his attention could be fully focused when he returned to work. She knew he thought she was at least pretty enough to give him a blowjob, and if the rumors about his other sex partners were true he was a man of discerning taste, so there was some comfort there. And on a more primal level she found being used a turn-on, not that she could easily stroke her pussy with her hands bound as such.
The Illusive Man had no such need to rationalize his casual sex. He was a human acting on his urges, and if not the head of Cerberus then who would represent humanity in all its lustful glory. His thoughts drifted to their last act of passion before Miranda returned to the field. She'd been wearing her Cerberus jumpsuit but it had fallen to her waist, then below it, as the Illusive Man had pounded her in the shuttle docking bay. It was with an animalistic passion that he'd grabbed her breasts and pressed her against the wall, thrusting into that perfect body, that perfect mind, over and over...
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The Illusive Man sat there for several minutes, before his mind began turning back to operations and logistics, to data spreads and future schemes. He adjusted himself in his seat, causing Kelly to stop licking and lean back.
There was a hopeful look in her eyes, as if she was waiting for something in return, something more. Her legs were parted, giving him a clear view of her silk-covered pussy, but his eyes had already returned to his holographic displays.
"That will be all, Miss Chambers. Please see yourself out."
Her hopes dashed, Kelly sullenly stayed rooted to the floor for a few seconds, before pulling herself to her feet. A difficult task, given that her hands were still cuffed and the shackles around her ankles had a chain only a few inches long. And she was wearing heels, no less.
"Um, sir," she said, turning around to display the steel manacles still fastened around her wrists.
"Oh, I'm afraid I don't have the key for those. Check with the security office. You know where it is?"
"Yes, sir."
It took Kelly the better part of a minute to cross the room in her shackles and heels, but she did so without complaint.
The Illusive Man pulled up the surveillance footage of Operative Lawson.
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I actually really like Kelly Chambers as a character, though I know I’m probably in the minority for that. If anyone needs a proofreader in the future just send me a wave.
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