Hooray, another fic!
Okay, this one I posted on Pokemon_smut, so I figured I post the story here, since it does use a prompt.
WARNING: Adult Content after the cut. But you could probably figure that out. :-)
Characters: Giovanni, Seren (Vanni's wife), Domino, Junior (Giovanni and Seren's son, Domino's husband)
Shipping: Giovanni/Seren, Domino/Giovanni Jr, Jessie/James (though that doesn't get explored in this one, merely hinted)
Info: When two couples decide to get it on at Team Rocket headquarters, what could possibly go wrong? ;-)
EDIT: Fixed a small discrepancy about Domino that Seren mentions, due to me changing the background info there. Also added a little bit of background, namely that she refers to them as either their given names or Avi and Ema, the Hebrew words for father or mother (or a father-figure/mother-figure, respectively).
Without further ado, 38. Touch!
“Hey, Madam Rocket?” Domino knocked on the door to the Second-in-command’s office.
“Yes?” Seren’s voice called through the door, as annoyed sounding as ever.
“May I come in?”
She heard a sigh, “If you must.”
Domino opened the door to her Boss’s wife’s office, and was immediately hit with the smell of sandalwood incense, the smoke rising out of a five-headed dragon incense holder, coming out of each mouth. It would have been neat if the smell hadn’t been extremely strong. She walked up to Madam Rocket’s red oak desk, where Seren sat in her normal green Team Rocket uniform, brown tooled leather thigh boots covering her long legs, which were crossed at the knee. The only reason Domino wasn’t able to see clear up her short skirt was because of the desk, and she was quite thankful for that. “Ema?”
“Yes, Domino? Do you need something?” Seren pushed a long black piece of hair out of her violet eyes, and looked at Domino intently, waiting.
“Ma’am, Avi wanted me to give these to you.” As Seren and Giovanni had raised her for six years before she had married their firstborn son, she felt comfortable refering to them as either their given names, or by her nicknames for them, Ema and Avi respectively.
She handed a folder to Seren, who opened it, and frowned. “More paperwork. I know I told him I’d take some of the load off him, but…” She looked back up, and smiled despite herself, “So, are you and Junior doing alright?”
Domino blushed a little. She had married the Boss’s son, Giovanni Jr., less than 5 months ago, and they were still in the honeymoon stage. “Pretty well. We’ve kind of been…busy.”
Her mother-in-law grinned, “‘Busy’, eh? Like ‘every night’, busy?”
Domino returned the grin, “More like twice a night. I swear, he begs me to stop after his little guy’s exhausted and sore from me riding it so hard.”
Seren laughed, “Good, I’m glad the boy’s doing his duty, even if it sounds like he’s being a bit submissive. Thought about trying bondage on him?” She opened one of the drawers of her desk and started rummaging through it.
“Not yet. He says he wants to get used to, you know, ‘normal’ stuff before we go that far.”
“Meh, it took Vanni and I a while before we were trying it, so I understand.” Formality had officially jumped out the window and died on the sidewalk. “Ah, here we go.” She pulled out a very full feather, and a jar of something and grinned, “I happen to know my little boy’s down in the workshop, working on some project with James Morgan. I’m sure you can convince Mr. Morgan to leave the area, perhaps go off to his own wife, and…’say hello’ to Junior. How you say that is your own business, but I will tell you a secret. He’s extremely ticklish on the back of his knees and around his navel. Squealed like a little girl the last time I tickled him, but don’t tell him I said that.” She handed the jar and feather to her daughter-in-law, and Domino saw it was some sort of edible oil. “Hope you like strawberries.”
“Love them.”
“Oh, then the two of you will have lots of fun. Tasty stuff, that.” Seren chuckled, signing the last of the paperwork. “By the way, I appreciate you not telling Junior I’m giving you advice. He’d probably feel bad, being a silly male and all. Though I’m more than willing to bet Giovanni’s been giving him pointers. 24 years of marriage and sex will teach you several things.”
“Thanks. I won’t.” Domino turned to leave, and stopped, “How did the bondage thing go for you guys?”
“Not for everyone, but we love it. If you’re going to try it, I’ll teach you how to tie him up so anything you do will make him beg for more.”
Domino smiled, “Are you sure you aren’t secretly a dominatrix?”
“Only sometimes. I am a full-time, unapologetic Nympho, though.” Seren giggled innocently, though there was a lilt of sarcasm in the laugh, like she knew that acting innocent now would be the biggest lie ever.
Domino nodded, “Thanks. It’s really odd getting sex advice from my own mother-in-law, especially one who raised me for several years.
Seren smiled, “Well, once the whole thing got cleared up after Vanni rescued me from those bastards this past year, and Rosy informed me someone had tried to poison you, failed, and the poison had...interesting effects.
"Interesting effects indeed..." Domino stuck out her tongue, "believe me, I would never knowingly try to seduce your husband. That's all sorts of squick."
"Yes, well, Thank you for choosing our son instead.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go…say hi to my hubby.”
“Have fun with that.” As Domino left the room, Seren pulled out a ball-and-gag she kept in her desk, and grinned. Now that that was taken care of, she’d go ‘say hi’ to her own husband.
Giovanni sighed, resting his head on the desk. The paperwork kept piling up, no matter how much he did, and he had just found out one of the bases in Hoenn had been blown to hell. Persian wasn’t helping, as the stupid cat was currently extremely cranky. “Not my fault you were too rough with Persia so you didn’t get any.” Giovanni said. The Persian shot him a glance of frustration, and started licking itself. “Lucky,” He muttered, when there was a knock at the door. “Who the hell is it now?!” He yelled, a vein popping in his forehead.
“It’s me…” Seren cooed in her most melodious voice, and he sighed, calling for her to come in.
“Hey, darling. Sorry, I just got some rather bad news.”
“Oh?” she asked, sitting on his desk in her short green skirt, crossing her legs enough for him to get a view of black lace underneath. She was wearing a jacket over her top, and she gave him her most understanding look, just letting him vent a little.
“More paperwork, and Hoenn base 74 got blasted by who knows what.”
“Aw, I’m sorry, baby.” She said, holding his hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll find out who it was and beat them six feet into the ground. Did we lose any people?”
“No, just an assload of resources.” He sighed, resting his head in her lap, tantalizingly close to her feminine parts.
She smiled lustfully, knowing exactly what would make him feel better. “Do you need a hug?” She felt his shoulders shrug, and pushing him off, slid into his lap, and she gave him a tight squeeze. Feeling his breath on her neck in the embrace started to make her wet, and she kissed him on the lips. “It’s a little warm…you mind if I take off my jacket?”
“No…why would I?”
“Just checking.” She hopped off his legs and sat back on the desk directly in front of him, pushing the papers out of the way. She slowly unbuttoned the leather jacket, and as he realized what she was doing, he grinned as she revealed that she was wearing only a tiny red lace bra underneath, barely holding her large breasts. Not that there was anything wrong with that. “I was figuring I’d make you feel better in a way that only I can.” She knelt in his lap, starting to kiss him a little bit harder as she pressed her breasts into his chest.
“Oh, god, that feels good,” she heard him groan.
“It’s only going to get better, my love.” She cooed, undoing his tie and jacket as she started making her way down with each kiss. “You just sit here, and enjoy the view.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt I am.” He grinned, leaning back in his chair to let her have full access to him, the only thing that he did being touching her thru her skirt as she slid down his body. She giggled, and tossed the jacket aside, taking one of his hands and placing it on her breasts to let his hands play around her tits as she took charge. Her soft garnet kisses worked up and down his body as she playfully avoided his groin area, like she was torturing him. “That’s just mean,” he muttered as she kept getting closer and closer without actually going all the way, and he could feel himself starting to harden. Finally she decided to have pity, and kissed his thighs lightly, almost a breath and nothing else. He groaned, loving the soft feel of her body against him, and he ran his fingers through her black wavy hair, almost as a reward, though more a plea. She pulled at his belt, undoing it skillfully and quickly -though that wasn’t a surprise, as she had take off his pants probably 1000 times before for sex-, and kissed more through his pants.
He took his free hand and pulled off her bra, adoring the little innocent look she gave him when he did, and she took her hands away from his thighs to push her breasts up and together for him, letting him get an extremely good view of her cleavage. She could have sworn that one move got him more excited than the other. She finally undid his zipper and button, and slid his pants down just a little to gain better access to his inner thighs, kissing them more and more as she got that much closer to his ever-growing member. “Fuck,” she heard him groan as she reached into his flame boxers and caressed his family jewels as softly as she could.
“Help me out, baby. I can’t get your boxers off when you’re sitting like that.” She said between kisses. He very willingly obeyed as he slid them off, so now his dick was totally exposed, as where his boys. She grinned as she stroked the head a little with her nails. Ever since he had guided her to touching it on their wedding night -for she had been scared, both of them virgins-, she had loved the feel of it, especially when it was filled with blood and erect. “God, you’re huge. You have no idea how wet seeing you this close gets me.” He just moaned in reply, and she looked up at him, Violet eyes expectant, “Blowjob, or Titfuck?”
His sharp black eyes met his wife’s and he grinned, “Surprise me. Mix it up, Ser. You know what I like.”
“I better. 25 years had better have taught us something about each other’s bodies.” She giggled, and she licked each ball, gently rubbing the other as she did, just to finish the foreplay. Then she started, with a kiss to the bottom of the head, where she knew he was most sensitive, getting things off to a wonderful start. He leaned his head back and moaned quietly as she started licking it in a circular motion, first clockwise, then, suddenly, the opposite direction, rubbing her hand up and down his shaft the entire time. After only a few seconds, she placed him between her breasts and rubbed the dickhead up and down, licking him every now and then. His breathing increased a little, and so, just to prolong the agony, she went back to licking, sucking every now and then. By now he sounded like he was dying, and she looked up again at him, giving him a look of ‘I totally own you right now’ while asking, “Want me to go all the way down?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“Good. You know I love the taste of you.” He gently pushed her head down a little on him to start out, and just ran his fingers through her hair as she went back and forth in a piston-like action, stopping only to breath through her nose a little before continuing. He loved the way she moved her tongue and sucked almost simultaneously; even if they had done it hundreds of time, it still felt like their first.
After a few moments, his breath ragged, he stopped her head from moving, and looked down at her, “I’m about to cum really hard if you keep that up. Do you want…”
“Explode in my mouth,” she groaned, gently withdrawing to say so. “I don’t mind if you jam it down my throat, just let me taste some before you do.”
“Got it. Get back to work,” he chuckled, enjoying the power he felt right now. $100 said she’d get her dominance in later, but right now he was too damn hopped up on testosterone and adrenaline to care. He certainly didn’t mind her dominating him, for though she was a strong woman now, she had once been very weak-willed. Sometimes she’d pretend to be for him during roleplay, but he was happy to see the way she had blossomed into confidence shortly after their wedding. It was a reward of sorts for helping her though stuff, she told him. And boy, she was good at it. “Good girl!” He felt himself about to lose control, and he pulled her mouth back on his cock to let her taste his juices when he came. And when he did, he threw his head back, groaning loudly as he squirted into her mouth. After a few squirts, she allowed him to push her head forward and swallow him whole, him thrusting into her mouth as he kept coming and coming. Finally, he stopped, and flopped back in exhaustion, extremely happy with the result. She mewed quietly, a little smile on her lips as she quietly pulled off of him, sucking on his tired manhood, trying to get every last drop of him into her mouth.
She carefully sat in his lap, giving him a open-mouth kiss to let him taste of his victory over her. He swallowed a little, and she grinned, “Sweeter than honey.” She said, licking her lips. “You nice and relaxed now, dearest?”
“More than you can ever know.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. “God, that was excellent. And, if you give me a few moments, I’m sure I can get even more relaxed.”
“Honey, no offense, but sucking you like that is a once-per-several hours deal. You have no idea how delicious, but tiring it is.”
He smiled, “Oh, I wasn’t going to have you go down on me again.”
“What, then? Your poor Little Vanni’s not going to be up and running for a little bit.” She smirked.
Grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing, Giovanni licked her nipples before replying, “I could get very relaxed going down on you. Go sit on the couch, gorgeous.” She smiled obediently, still allowing him to feel some power over her before she got to lord over him, as she sat at the edge of the couch in his office while he pulled his boxers back on. He’d most likely come again as he pleasured her, but she always got wetter when he did. Plus, he liked her taste. She pulled her skirt up, revealing a little black lace thong as she sat down. Transitioning from being the dominant one to a servant, he knelt in front of her, between her knees, “Please tell me whet you would have me do, my lady.”
She chuckled, a dangerous smile on her lips, “Oh, you know what I want you to do. Eat me out until I scream. Do a good job, and I might let you touch my breasts.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He obediently said, and she closed her eyes as he began kissing her through the silk panties, her hand on the back of his head pressing him forward like he had done to her. There was no way this wasn’t going to be awesome.
~~~~~~~
Domino walked down the hall, completely oblivious to what was happening as she went to find her husband. There were several garages, and she wasn’t sure exactly which one Junior was working in today. Finally, as she got to the last one, she smiled as she saw James through the door window. She quietly opened the door, motioning for James not to mention her presence. He nodded, and she whispered for him to get out of the room. He left as quietly as she had come in as her husband called for James to bring him a wrench as he lay beneath a sports car. She grabbed the wrench he mentioned, and waited for him to call again for it, before sliding underneath with him, feather and jar in hand as well. He didn’t seem to notice her, until she rubbed the tool against his groin, “Hey baby.” She chuckled, kissing him on the lips.
He smiled, “Hi, Domi. What’s up?” Except for his black hair and slightly softer features, he was a dead ringer for his father, though not as old looking.
“Hm, just wanted to say hello in my own way,” she rubbed her hand against him again, and he definitely got the hint, judging by the way he was looking at her.
“Okay, just let me tighten this, because I don’t think sex under a car is such a good idea.” He quickly worked on the bolt as she slid back out, sitting on the hood of one of the other cars in the workshop with her toys. When he finished and came out, he grinned. “Sex on a car, huh?”
“Oh yes. Plus, I have toys.” She held up the oil and feather, and he smiled. “Strawberry oil,” she smiled back.
“Good god. What are you waiting for, strip already!” He laughed, pulling off his own clothes in a hurry to get it on. She giggled, leaving only her boots on for visual stimulation as he took her. They rubbed each other down with the oil, licking it as they played around, before, after a bit of foreplay, he entered into her.
She moaned as he got into a position where he could grind her clit while going for it, “Fuck me hard, baby.” She chirped. He barked out a laugh, grabbing her ass and pinning her down with one hand holding her arm, the other grasping a breast before going to town on her. Leaning back she let out a cry of pleasure as he went full force, holding onto his arm with her free hand, her breasts bouncing from each powerful movement. Even as he thrusted, he leaned over to not only get in further, but to French-kiss her hard. She moaned out a ‘fuck’ as he did, straining to hold on to him for dear life, feeling her body coming closer and closer to a complete overload of her senses. After some time, the two of them finished together, her screaming ’oh god!’ in delight as she orgasmed, her body sent into spasms, him sweating bullets as he groaned; feeling her muscles involuntarily contracting as he was inside her sent him over the edge, and he collapsed onto her.
“Yum…” She moaned, smiling happily.
“Heh, wow, I really needed that. Thanks, Domi.” He kissed her on the lips before pulling out, “Let’s do it again after work.”
“You bet.” She felt very proud of herself for the quickie as she got her clothes back on. “I gotta go get some papers back from your mom. See you in a few, okay?”
“Sure thing, hottie,” he called back as she left. She sighed in satisfaction as she went back to Seren’s office, eager to thank her for the tips. Knocking on her office door produced no answer, though, and she poked her head in. The papers were still on her desk, and she quickly retrieved them to give to her Boss. Knocking on his door didn’t net anything either, though she was sure she heard noise inside. She cautiously peeked her head in, and her eyes widened at the sight of Giovanni, not only tied down naked, face-up, to his desk, but blindfolded and gagged, moaning in pleasure. Seren was thrusting into his ass with a strap on, her head thrown back as she mewed along with him, probably because of a vibrator inside the dildo. He was completely erect, and she blushed at the sight of his hard cock shaking with each thrust. Giovanni yelled something through the gag, and Seren pounded even harder until he was wriggling against his black leather bonds, squirting up into the air. His wife laughed from the adrenaline, and as she leaned forward to go in further, her eyes opened, and spotting Domino, she let out a yelp, her face going totally red.
“Oh god, what are you doing here?!” She gasped, looking like she might pass out from embarrassment.
“Um, I…was going to return the papers you filled out…” Domino muttered. Giovanni said something that sounded like he was asking what was going on, and Seren sighed, walking around after undoing the strap on to ungag him and pull off the blindfold, and, as it turned out, pull out the ear plugs.
He opened his eyes from where his head was hanging off the desk, and they looked like they were going to bug out. “What. The. Fuck?” He didn’t seem to be quite all there yet, probably from the blood rush to the head…and other areas.
“Well, you did want to take some of the load off of him. I suppose that’s…one way of doing it. But a total sensory block seems kind of…” Domino said
“Shut up, Domino.” Seren said, completely aware of the situation they were in and this time, it hit Giovanni like a brick.
“Oh shit! Domino, what are you…” He was struggling with what to say as his jaw worked the air, because this was honestly the most compromising situation he had ever been in. Not only was he naked, and just having let off a load, he was completely submissive in this position, which was NOT what one of his subordinates needed to see. “Could you…just…turn around or something…just don’t stare…” He muttered, angry at himself for forgetting the all-important step of locking the door.
“Um…sure…” At this point, it couldn’t get much worse. She heard the two of them quickly get their clothes back on, Giovanni muttering curse words in different languages as they did.
“Alright, you can turn around,” he said after several minutes, and when she did, he looked so clean and put together that it was almost like nothing had happened. Well, except for the blood-red face. The same with Seren, though she hurriedly pulled her hair back to make it appear less messy. Giovanni coughed, trying to regain some semblance of composure, though they all knew that was long gone. “I don’t care what I have to pay you, you CAN NOT, under ANY circumstances, tell anyone of this. I’ll be a total laughingstock.”
“Don’t worry. Unless you can pay to erase my brain of what I just saw, there’s nothing that could make me tell anyone. Oh god…so much for going at it with Junior tonight. The images I’m going to have will kill everything.” Domino sighed, trying to get the picture out of her head. “It was like watching a train wreck. You want to look away, but you can’t help but stare at the horror of it.”
“Keep it up, 009.” Seren growled, though she knew they were in no position to make demands.
“I’m…just…going to do some paperwork now,” Domino muttered, “Probably best if you guys went home. I’ll just tell Rosa and Junior you weren’t feeling well. So…”
“That’s probably a wise move, and thank god for secret passages,” he said, pressing a button on his desk. The fireplace slid back, and grabbing Seren’s hand, he quickly left the scene.
Domino sighed as she walked out. There was no way in hell any one was getting nookie tonight.
WARNING: Adult Content after the cut. But you could probably figure that out. :-)
Characters: Giovanni, Seren (Vanni's wife), Domino, Junior (Giovanni and Seren's son, Domino's husband)
Shipping: Giovanni/Seren, Domino/Giovanni Jr, Jessie/James (though that doesn't get explored in this one, merely hinted)
Info: When two couples decide to get it on at Team Rocket headquarters, what could possibly go wrong? ;-)
EDIT: Fixed a small discrepancy about Domino that Seren mentions, due to me changing the background info there. Also added a little bit of background, namely that she refers to them as either their given names or Avi and Ema, the Hebrew words for father or mother (or a father-figure/mother-figure, respectively).
Without further ado, 38. Touch!
“Hey, Madam Rocket?” Domino knocked on the door to the Second-in-command’s office.
“Yes?” Seren’s voice called through the door, as annoyed sounding as ever.
“May I come in?”
She heard a sigh, “If you must.”
Domino opened the door to her Boss’s wife’s office, and was immediately hit with the smell of sandalwood incense, the smoke rising out of a five-headed dragon incense holder, coming out of each mouth. It would have been neat if the smell hadn’t been extremely strong. She walked up to Madam Rocket’s red oak desk, where Seren sat in her normal green Team Rocket uniform, brown tooled leather thigh boots covering her long legs, which were crossed at the knee. The only reason Domino wasn’t able to see clear up her short skirt was because of the desk, and she was quite thankful for that. “Ema?”
“Yes, Domino? Do you need something?” Seren pushed a long black piece of hair out of her violet eyes, and looked at Domino intently, waiting.
“Ma’am, Avi wanted me to give these to you.” As Seren and Giovanni had raised her for six years before she had married their firstborn son, she felt comfortable refering to them as either their given names, or by her nicknames for them, Ema and Avi respectively.
She handed a folder to Seren, who opened it, and frowned. “More paperwork. I know I told him I’d take some of the load off him, but…” She looked back up, and smiled despite herself, “So, are you and Junior doing alright?”
Domino blushed a little. She had married the Boss’s son, Giovanni Jr., less than 5 months ago, and they were still in the honeymoon stage. “Pretty well. We’ve kind of been…busy.”
Her mother-in-law grinned, “‘Busy’, eh? Like ‘every night’, busy?”
Domino returned the grin, “More like twice a night. I swear, he begs me to stop after his little guy’s exhausted and sore from me riding it so hard.”
Seren laughed, “Good, I’m glad the boy’s doing his duty, even if it sounds like he’s being a bit submissive. Thought about trying bondage on him?” She opened one of the drawers of her desk and started rummaging through it.
“Not yet. He says he wants to get used to, you know, ‘normal’ stuff before we go that far.”
“Meh, it took Vanni and I a while before we were trying it, so I understand.” Formality had officially jumped out the window and died on the sidewalk. “Ah, here we go.” She pulled out a very full feather, and a jar of something and grinned, “I happen to know my little boy’s down in the workshop, working on some project with James Morgan. I’m sure you can convince Mr. Morgan to leave the area, perhaps go off to his own wife, and…’say hello’ to Junior. How you say that is your own business, but I will tell you a secret. He’s extremely ticklish on the back of his knees and around his navel. Squealed like a little girl the last time I tickled him, but don’t tell him I said that.” She handed the jar and feather to her daughter-in-law, and Domino saw it was some sort of edible oil. “Hope you like strawberries.”
“Love them.”
“Oh, then the two of you will have lots of fun. Tasty stuff, that.” Seren chuckled, signing the last of the paperwork. “By the way, I appreciate you not telling Junior I’m giving you advice. He’d probably feel bad, being a silly male and all. Though I’m more than willing to bet Giovanni’s been giving him pointers. 24 years of marriage and sex will teach you several things.”
“Thanks. I won’t.” Domino turned to leave, and stopped, “How did the bondage thing go for you guys?”
“Not for everyone, but we love it. If you’re going to try it, I’ll teach you how to tie him up so anything you do will make him beg for more.”
Domino smiled, “Are you sure you aren’t secretly a dominatrix?”
“Only sometimes. I am a full-time, unapologetic Nympho, though.” Seren giggled innocently, though there was a lilt of sarcasm in the laugh, like she knew that acting innocent now would be the biggest lie ever.
Domino nodded, “Thanks. It’s really odd getting sex advice from my own mother-in-law, especially one who raised me for several years.
Seren smiled, “Well, once the whole thing got cleared up after Vanni rescued me from those bastards this past year, and Rosy informed me someone had tried to poison you, failed, and the poison had...interesting effects.
"Interesting effects indeed..." Domino stuck out her tongue, "believe me, I would never knowingly try to seduce your husband. That's all sorts of squick."
"Yes, well, Thank you for choosing our son instead.”
“You’re welcome. I’m going to go…say hi to my hubby.”
“Have fun with that.” As Domino left the room, Seren pulled out a ball-and-gag she kept in her desk, and grinned. Now that that was taken care of, she’d go ‘say hi’ to her own husband.
Giovanni sighed, resting his head on the desk. The paperwork kept piling up, no matter how much he did, and he had just found out one of the bases in Hoenn had been blown to hell. Persian wasn’t helping, as the stupid cat was currently extremely cranky. “Not my fault you were too rough with Persia so you didn’t get any.” Giovanni said. The Persian shot him a glance of frustration, and started licking itself. “Lucky,” He muttered, when there was a knock at the door. “Who the hell is it now?!” He yelled, a vein popping in his forehead.
“It’s me…” Seren cooed in her most melodious voice, and he sighed, calling for her to come in.
“Hey, darling. Sorry, I just got some rather bad news.”
“Oh?” she asked, sitting on his desk in her short green skirt, crossing her legs enough for him to get a view of black lace underneath. She was wearing a jacket over her top, and she gave him her most understanding look, just letting him vent a little.
“More paperwork, and Hoenn base 74 got blasted by who knows what.”
“Aw, I’m sorry, baby.” She said, holding his hand. “Don’t worry, we’ll find out who it was and beat them six feet into the ground. Did we lose any people?”
“No, just an assload of resources.” He sighed, resting his head in her lap, tantalizingly close to her feminine parts.
She smiled lustfully, knowing exactly what would make him feel better. “Do you need a hug?” She felt his shoulders shrug, and pushing him off, slid into his lap, and she gave him a tight squeeze. Feeling his breath on her neck in the embrace started to make her wet, and she kissed him on the lips. “It’s a little warm…you mind if I take off my jacket?”
“No…why would I?”
“Just checking.” She hopped off his legs and sat back on the desk directly in front of him, pushing the papers out of the way. She slowly unbuttoned the leather jacket, and as he realized what she was doing, he grinned as she revealed that she was wearing only a tiny red lace bra underneath, barely holding her large breasts. Not that there was anything wrong with that. “I was figuring I’d make you feel better in a way that only I can.” She knelt in his lap, starting to kiss him a little bit harder as she pressed her breasts into his chest.
“Oh, god, that feels good,” she heard him groan.
“It’s only going to get better, my love.” She cooed, undoing his tie and jacket as she started making her way down with each kiss. “You just sit here, and enjoy the view.”
“Oh, there’s no doubt I am.” He grinned, leaning back in his chair to let her have full access to him, the only thing that he did being touching her thru her skirt as she slid down his body. She giggled, and tossed the jacket aside, taking one of his hands and placing it on her breasts to let his hands play around her tits as she took charge. Her soft garnet kisses worked up and down his body as she playfully avoided his groin area, like she was torturing him. “That’s just mean,” he muttered as she kept getting closer and closer without actually going all the way, and he could feel himself starting to harden. Finally she decided to have pity, and kissed his thighs lightly, almost a breath and nothing else. He groaned, loving the soft feel of her body against him, and he ran his fingers through her black wavy hair, almost as a reward, though more a plea. She pulled at his belt, undoing it skillfully and quickly -though that wasn’t a surprise, as she had take off his pants probably 1000 times before for sex-, and kissed more through his pants.
He took his free hand and pulled off her bra, adoring the little innocent look she gave him when he did, and she took her hands away from his thighs to push her breasts up and together for him, letting him get an extremely good view of her cleavage. She could have sworn that one move got him more excited than the other. She finally undid his zipper and button, and slid his pants down just a little to gain better access to his inner thighs, kissing them more and more as she got that much closer to his ever-growing member. “Fuck,” she heard him groan as she reached into his flame boxers and caressed his family jewels as softly as she could.
“Help me out, baby. I can’t get your boxers off when you’re sitting like that.” She said between kisses. He very willingly obeyed as he slid them off, so now his dick was totally exposed, as where his boys. She grinned as she stroked the head a little with her nails. Ever since he had guided her to touching it on their wedding night -for she had been scared, both of them virgins-, she had loved the feel of it, especially when it was filled with blood and erect. “God, you’re huge. You have no idea how wet seeing you this close gets me.” He just moaned in reply, and she looked up at him, Violet eyes expectant, “Blowjob, or Titfuck?”
His sharp black eyes met his wife’s and he grinned, “Surprise me. Mix it up, Ser. You know what I like.”
“I better. 25 years had better have taught us something about each other’s bodies.” She giggled, and she licked each ball, gently rubbing the other as she did, just to finish the foreplay. Then she started, with a kiss to the bottom of the head, where she knew he was most sensitive, getting things off to a wonderful start. He leaned his head back and moaned quietly as she started licking it in a circular motion, first clockwise, then, suddenly, the opposite direction, rubbing her hand up and down his shaft the entire time. After only a few seconds, she placed him between her breasts and rubbed the dickhead up and down, licking him every now and then. His breathing increased a little, and so, just to prolong the agony, she went back to licking, sucking every now and then. By now he sounded like he was dying, and she looked up again at him, giving him a look of ‘I totally own you right now’ while asking, “Want me to go all the way down?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“Good. You know I love the taste of you.” He gently pushed her head down a little on him to start out, and just ran his fingers through her hair as she went back and forth in a piston-like action, stopping only to breath through her nose a little before continuing. He loved the way she moved her tongue and sucked almost simultaneously; even if they had done it hundreds of time, it still felt like their first.
After a few moments, his breath ragged, he stopped her head from moving, and looked down at her, “I’m about to cum really hard if you keep that up. Do you want…”
“Explode in my mouth,” she groaned, gently withdrawing to say so. “I don’t mind if you jam it down my throat, just let me taste some before you do.”
“Got it. Get back to work,” he chuckled, enjoying the power he felt right now. $100 said she’d get her dominance in later, but right now he was too damn hopped up on testosterone and adrenaline to care. He certainly didn’t mind her dominating him, for though she was a strong woman now, she had once been very weak-willed. Sometimes she’d pretend to be for him during roleplay, but he was happy to see the way she had blossomed into confidence shortly after their wedding. It was a reward of sorts for helping her though stuff, she told him. And boy, she was good at it. “Good girl!” He felt himself about to lose control, and he pulled her mouth back on his cock to let her taste his juices when he came. And when he did, he threw his head back, groaning loudly as he squirted into her mouth. After a few squirts, she allowed him to push her head forward and swallow him whole, him thrusting into her mouth as he kept coming and coming. Finally, he stopped, and flopped back in exhaustion, extremely happy with the result. She mewed quietly, a little smile on her lips as she quietly pulled off of him, sucking on his tired manhood, trying to get every last drop of him into her mouth.
She carefully sat in his lap, giving him a open-mouth kiss to let him taste of his victory over her. He swallowed a little, and she grinned, “Sweeter than honey.” She said, licking her lips. “You nice and relaxed now, dearest?”
“More than you can ever know.” He whispered, kissing her forehead. “God, that was excellent. And, if you give me a few moments, I’m sure I can get even more relaxed.”
“Honey, no offense, but sucking you like that is a once-per-several hours deal. You have no idea how delicious, but tiring it is.”
He smiled, “Oh, I wasn’t going to have you go down on me again.”
“What, then? Your poor Little Vanni’s not going to be up and running for a little bit.” She smirked.
Grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing, Giovanni licked her nipples before replying, “I could get very relaxed going down on you. Go sit on the couch, gorgeous.” She smiled obediently, still allowing him to feel some power over her before she got to lord over him, as she sat at the edge of the couch in his office while he pulled his boxers back on. He’d most likely come again as he pleasured her, but she always got wetter when he did. Plus, he liked her taste. She pulled her skirt up, revealing a little black lace thong as she sat down. Transitioning from being the dominant one to a servant, he knelt in front of her, between her knees, “Please tell me whet you would have me do, my lady.”
She chuckled, a dangerous smile on her lips, “Oh, you know what I want you to do. Eat me out until I scream. Do a good job, and I might let you touch my breasts.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He obediently said, and she closed her eyes as he began kissing her through the silk panties, her hand on the back of his head pressing him forward like he had done to her. There was no way this wasn’t going to be awesome.
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Domino walked down the hall, completely oblivious to what was happening as she went to find her husband. There were several garages, and she wasn’t sure exactly which one Junior was working in today. Finally, as she got to the last one, she smiled as she saw James through the door window. She quietly opened the door, motioning for James not to mention her presence. He nodded, and she whispered for him to get out of the room. He left as quietly as she had come in as her husband called for James to bring him a wrench as he lay beneath a sports car. She grabbed the wrench he mentioned, and waited for him to call again for it, before sliding underneath with him, feather and jar in hand as well. He didn’t seem to notice her, until she rubbed the tool against his groin, “Hey baby.” She chuckled, kissing him on the lips.
He smiled, “Hi, Domi. What’s up?” Except for his black hair and slightly softer features, he was a dead ringer for his father, though not as old looking.
“Hm, just wanted to say hello in my own way,” she rubbed her hand against him again, and he definitely got the hint, judging by the way he was looking at her.
“Okay, just let me tighten this, because I don’t think sex under a car is such a good idea.” He quickly worked on the bolt as she slid back out, sitting on the hood of one of the other cars in the workshop with her toys. When he finished and came out, he grinned. “Sex on a car, huh?”
“Oh yes. Plus, I have toys.” She held up the oil and feather, and he smiled. “Strawberry oil,” she smiled back.
“Good god. What are you waiting for, strip already!” He laughed, pulling off his own clothes in a hurry to get it on. She giggled, leaving only her boots on for visual stimulation as he took her. They rubbed each other down with the oil, licking it as they played around, before, after a bit of foreplay, he entered into her.
She moaned as he got into a position where he could grind her clit while going for it, “Fuck me hard, baby.” She chirped. He barked out a laugh, grabbing her ass and pinning her down with one hand holding her arm, the other grasping a breast before going to town on her. Leaning back she let out a cry of pleasure as he went full force, holding onto his arm with her free hand, her breasts bouncing from each powerful movement. Even as he thrusted, he leaned over to not only get in further, but to French-kiss her hard. She moaned out a ‘fuck’ as he did, straining to hold on to him for dear life, feeling her body coming closer and closer to a complete overload of her senses. After some time, the two of them finished together, her screaming ’oh god!’ in delight as she orgasmed, her body sent into spasms, him sweating bullets as he groaned; feeling her muscles involuntarily contracting as he was inside her sent him over the edge, and he collapsed onto her.
“Yum…” She moaned, smiling happily.
“Heh, wow, I really needed that. Thanks, Domi.” He kissed her on the lips before pulling out, “Let’s do it again after work.”
“You bet.” She felt very proud of herself for the quickie as she got her clothes back on. “I gotta go get some papers back from your mom. See you in a few, okay?”
“Sure thing, hottie,” he called back as she left. She sighed in satisfaction as she went back to Seren’s office, eager to thank her for the tips. Knocking on her office door produced no answer, though, and she poked her head in. The papers were still on her desk, and she quickly retrieved them to give to her Boss. Knocking on his door didn’t net anything either, though she was sure she heard noise inside. She cautiously peeked her head in, and her eyes widened at the sight of Giovanni, not only tied down naked, face-up, to his desk, but blindfolded and gagged, moaning in pleasure. Seren was thrusting into his ass with a strap on, her head thrown back as she mewed along with him, probably because of a vibrator inside the dildo. He was completely erect, and she blushed at the sight of his hard cock shaking with each thrust. Giovanni yelled something through the gag, and Seren pounded even harder until he was wriggling against his black leather bonds, squirting up into the air. His wife laughed from the adrenaline, and as she leaned forward to go in further, her eyes opened, and spotting Domino, she let out a yelp, her face going totally red.
“Oh god, what are you doing here?!” She gasped, looking like she might pass out from embarrassment.
“Um, I…was going to return the papers you filled out…” Domino muttered. Giovanni said something that sounded like he was asking what was going on, and Seren sighed, walking around after undoing the strap on to ungag him and pull off the blindfold, and, as it turned out, pull out the ear plugs.
He opened his eyes from where his head was hanging off the desk, and they looked like they were going to bug out. “What. The. Fuck?” He didn’t seem to be quite all there yet, probably from the blood rush to the head…and other areas.
“Well, you did want to take some of the load off of him. I suppose that’s…one way of doing it. But a total sensory block seems kind of…” Domino said
“Shut up, Domino.” Seren said, completely aware of the situation they were in and this time, it hit Giovanni like a brick.
“Oh shit! Domino, what are you…” He was struggling with what to say as his jaw worked the air, because this was honestly the most compromising situation he had ever been in. Not only was he naked, and just having let off a load, he was completely submissive in this position, which was NOT what one of his subordinates needed to see. “Could you…just…turn around or something…just don’t stare…” He muttered, angry at himself for forgetting the all-important step of locking the door.
“Um…sure…” At this point, it couldn’t get much worse. She heard the two of them quickly get their clothes back on, Giovanni muttering curse words in different languages as they did.
“Alright, you can turn around,” he said after several minutes, and when she did, he looked so clean and put together that it was almost like nothing had happened. Well, except for the blood-red face. The same with Seren, though she hurriedly pulled her hair back to make it appear less messy. Giovanni coughed, trying to regain some semblance of composure, though they all knew that was long gone. “I don’t care what I have to pay you, you CAN NOT, under ANY circumstances, tell anyone of this. I’ll be a total laughingstock.”
“Don’t worry. Unless you can pay to erase my brain of what I just saw, there’s nothing that could make me tell anyone. Oh god…so much for going at it with Junior tonight. The images I’m going to have will kill everything.” Domino sighed, trying to get the picture out of her head. “It was like watching a train wreck. You want to look away, but you can’t help but stare at the horror of it.”
“Keep it up, 009.” Seren growled, though she knew they were in no position to make demands.
“I’m…just…going to do some paperwork now,” Domino muttered, “Probably best if you guys went home. I’ll just tell Rosa and Junior you weren’t feeling well. So…”
“That’s probably a wise move, and thank god for secret passages,” he said, pressing a button on his desk. The fireplace slid back, and grabbing Seren’s hand, he quickly left the scene.
Domino sighed as she walked out. There was no way in hell any one was getting nookie tonight.