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 :)
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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