[These business parties were always dull as hell. Bunch of opportunists rubbing elbows and showing off their trophy wives, had been her first thought the first time she'd been invited to one of these, and the sentiment still held true now at her dozenth or whichever one.
She's only here because she's rubbing elbows a bit too. Being a fitness coach and nutritionist for the very rich and very famous had its perks — mainly the paycheck — and she's networking tonight in order to keep her business booming. She's schmoozed as well as she can for the time being, gotten several interested parties, and one guy who wanted her to model for him, to which she had been somewhere between flattered and insulted. In any case, she's freed from social obligation for the time being, and nurses a drink at a reserved table while people-watching.
Someone catches her eye. She'd noticed her before: an elegant, melancholy-looking woman who stood always in reach of a distinguished-looking man. Her husband, Fang had guessed, but they don't necessarily look loving. There's a level of performance in marriage here, just like there was in every aspect of these networking parties, but there has been not even the illusion of closeness in these two. It was not her business, Fang decided, but she finds herself waiting and watching anyway, and when the man excuses himself to talk to a friend, Fang heads in the direction of the woman.
She does it in a way that is unhurried and casual, makes a show of talking to others in the crowd before going to stand beside the woman. A moment passes, two, and then she looks over, brow furrowing some, as if trying to remember her from somewhere.]
Have we met? I swear, I've talked to most everyone here, but I don't think I've said hello to you.
[The woman's very pretty, and a bit of harmless flirting would keep this sorry excuse of a party from being too boring.]
( sasha had married her husband when he was a much different man. a man with as much love as he did ambition. but now? it seems he only has the latter left. he always wants more and more; a bigger house, a nicer car, more fancy suits. until he has very little if not none left for his wife. and yet, sasha stuck with him throughout it all, if only because, she's got nowhere to go.
tonight feels like the last straw for her. the man she calls her husband had promised to make this a romantic night for them, only for him to revert to his old ways when he saw some familiar faces in business. it's like being married to someone with a gambling addiction, she thought. so she drowns her sorrows and gets some time alone from her husband when he decided to take off to talk to someone - which makes her feel less lonely, ironically enough. she was at the bar not far from where she was, when fang approaches her. sasha blinks and looks at fang's features, her handsome face immediately standing out as did her accent. )
Oh. No, no I don't think so.
( sasha swallows whatever disappointment she had that was forming to a sob, seeing fang as a welcome distraction from her woes. )
I don't think I've actually talked to a woman in these sort of events before, to be honest with you. Most of them just ignore me.
( she lets out a sheepish chuckle, looking down at her hands on the bar. a lot of the women either find her intimidating or underwhelming, by other arm candies and intellectuals respectively. she couldn't find anyone to relate to )
[The comment is made as a self-deprecating joke, but Fang gauges from this woman's body language that it's not as funny as she's trying to make it to be. Her own expression dips into a quiet sort of sympathy.] That's a shame. I reckon they might be missing out.
[Fang has no real connection to these socialites — she was in their world, but not fully entrenched in it — and so her overall opinion was not a positive one. She's good at socializing though, when it suits her, and has the sort of personality that's hard to ignore or blow off. She can't imagine being stuck at one of these events with no one to talk to.
Not even a husband, she thinks, briefly looking over Sasha's head to check for said husband out of curiosity. Nowhere in sight.] Well, if it's not a bother, how about I buy you a drink? [a quick flash of a smile.] To be honest with you, I don't much fit in with these shindigs either.
( sasha had a few split seconds of pause as her eyes lit up-- subtly, but surely. someone showing interest in her enough to buy her a drink, in an event her mind has long associated with being neglected, has done a lot to lift her spirits. she smiles, nodding to allow fang the honor )
Sure. I will have a vodka tonic, please.
( sasha directs that to the bartender. she was ready to settle on the cheap drinks. or just plain water so she wouldn't have to suffer another headache the morning after this already headache inducing party. now her mind is enamored by this woman that she couldn't help but glance and observe her. she's certainly different, lending more credence to her claim. she's tall and confident, more so than many of the people here. fang looks like she can lead all of them. )
Are you new to this sort of thing, then? You look much younger than the majority of the suits here.
[Fang orders for them both — despite the hint of roughness in the way she carries herself, she orders some sort of colorful, fruity drink, the ones that tasted like candy and were mostly alcohol. Only once their drinks arrive does Fang answer, leaning some against the bar counter, plucking the fruit from the drink that served as a garnish and popping it in her mouth.]
I've been to a few, though not one so big as this. I'm a personal trainer. Getting my feet wet in these sorts of ritzy events — there's lots of business here. Everyone's always looking to find some sort of way to look as young as they can. [Her smile is a little sardonic, now.] If it's not plastic surgery, it's whatever fitness guru they can get their hands on. I'm not much of a guru, but I'm reliable, so...
[There is an easy shrug.] I'd offer you my card, but I don't think you need it.
[The easy smile widens a fraction before her expression turns more thoughtful.] How about you? Are you here for business or pleasure?
( her attention metaphorically inches closer at fang's admission of her career choice and reason for being here. sasha never thought she'd run into a fitness trainer, but for the same reason that fang has mentioned, it makes sense in hindsight. sasha laughs lightly at the compliment, although the thought of going back to the gym had been in the back of her mind lately. )
Obligation. I'm my husband's plus-one.
( sasha lets the word "husband" just drift off her lips with a sigh. she cocks her head over her shoulder, where a well-groomed man of her age is speaking with others. )
And I'd much rather do an entire workout session than to be in here. He promised to make this night just for us, but look at him now...
[ kotone's honestly lost track of how many times they've done this since the night before. it was golden week, sasha had invited her over. they've taken breaks at points to sleep and eat, but—god, it's impossible to think right now. she grabs on tighter to sasha's hips with a gasp, pressing her up against the glass pane of the shower as she keeps slamming into the older woman's pussy, that wrist-thick cock hammering her depths like it has so many times before. ]
Still soooo tight— [ she gasps that out, eyes fluttering. her hips crash against that thick ass with a steady plap! noise, setting it bouncing and pushing her forward against the glass as the steam and pulses of hot water envelop them both.
she isn't even sure what time it is. mid-afternoon. sasha had said something about expecting company over the holiday, hadn't she?
but that doesn't matter right now. she wants to fuck her harder, deeper—]
( the hiss of the shower dulls in sasha's sense of hearing; she only wants to focus on the sound of kotone's voice, the sound of her slender hips slamming against sasha's soft ass. the subtle creak of the glass and the squeak of her hand brushing against the fogged up surface accompanies the moans and quiet russian mumbles from sasha's lips. head in a haze from all the prior orgasms still drowning her mind in a pleasant rush of hormones, sasha can only beg for more and more. never has a person have this much stamina to keep her satisfied, not even her ex-husband. the father of her daughter, alisa...
outside of the privacy of sasha's apartment, a young woman is walking down the streets from the direction of the nearest train station. duffel bag on her shoulder and a bubble gum popping over her lips, she groans as she gets closer to the apartment complex where currently an older woman who looks just like her is being conquered by a woman only a few years older than herself. music plays over her ears, taking the all too familiar route home while ignoring the appreciative glances being directed at her by lusty salarymen and younger lads, hypnotized by the sway of a pleated skirt that teases at a shapely ass.
minutes pass and the young woman opens the door to sasha's apartment, lazily shouting: "i'm home~" and seeing nobody around. suddenly however, her icy gaze picks up the sight of a pair of shoes. not really surprising, knowing her mother gets around, but what's strange is that these are women's shoes! the young woman's eyes narrow and stomps further inside her home.
"oi! mama! this fucking- where are you?!" she demands off the top of her lungs. sasha is still inside the bathroom, drunk in the sensation of kotone's cock. sasha's pussy clamps tight against that thick dick, milking every sensation from that impressive girth to even hear the shouting of her daughter. sasha pulls kotone's head closer to hers, eager for a kiss and a taste with her tongue. )
Such a slut... ❤️ Is there anything in your head but cock, right now?
[ she giggles, watching how utterly fuckdrunk the older woman's become. kotone can't hear anything over the rushing water and the noise they're making, and even if she could, she wouldn't stop. her cock stretches sasha out with each push, tip hitting her cervix like a speedbag—just as her hips strike against that thick, bubbly ass— pushing her womb further up. she can almost feel it giving way, she thinks, opening up for her—
she wants to demolish sasha, to ruin her for anyone else. and when sasha begs for the kiss she rams deep, capturing her lips and pressing her tongue into the older woman's mouth, her own smaller chest mashing up against those perfect tits. unfortunately for alisa, this has the effect of muffling her mother's moans even further as kotone keeps drilling her cock into her cunt. her hips tense, length swelling, she's starting to get close— ]
( sasha nods very tenderly, biting her lip and moaning a yes. )
Nothing but your cock, sweet thing- Mmmnf. A-Although, it's my cock right now ♥
( sasha's words of claim is silenced by that sultry kiss she craved, along with that strong smack of kotone's hips that rattles her entire body. so deep and thrusting so strong into her, filling her up in ways she has never experienced before. sasha can feel it in her belly. the slam of kotone's hips against her shapely ass reverberates, making sasha push against the glass of the shower. the sharp thuds and hissing water muted the sounds of godzilla stomping from outside the bathroom.
sasha greedily returns kotone's kiss that breaking it off caused her lips to shiver with brief regret, but it was all to give her lover the permission to release all of her lust inside )
Do it, darling. Oh do it... Please, fill me up~
( alisa is just outside the door, eyebrows crinkling when she hears a familiar sound she's come to associate with her slutty mom. alisa's expression falls with a quiet groan then her hand grips at the door knob. the young girl's heart stops when she feels her stomach sink, alisa has seen her mom bring in men before, but not a woman. especially not a young woman. was she ready for this? angry and wanting to give her mom a piece of her mind, alisa grits her teeth hard and yanks the door open-! )
[ the claiming words stoke something harsh inside of her. sasha's being presumptive, and she answers her by fucking her harder, mind nearly blank with lust and pleasure as she slams into the older woman's cunt like a jackhammer. every harsh push forces its way through her cervix, claiming her untouched womb just as thoroughly as the rest of her pussy. her cock swells; sasha's plea for her to finish inside would be answered whether she asked for it or not. with a cry of pleasure, gasping for breath—
kotone's cumming, and hard. her hips jerk, cock twitching as it erupts in sasha's womb, rope after rope of thick heat audibly flooding into her core. it keeps going as she does her level best to breed the fuckdrunk older woman, watching her midsection begin to swell.
when the door opens and she sees alisa's furious expression through the clear glass, she throbs hard inside of sasha, pressing her more firmly against the glass as her orgasm finishes. she can't form coherent words right now, heart pounding in her chest, but there's no shame in how she looks at alisa. if anything, gasping for breath, she manages to lick her lips.
kotone grips sasha's face gently in one hand, turning her head to bring the new arrival to her attention. she wouldn't normally push this hard, but sasha's a glutton for this treatment. ]
( sasha trembles violently, mouth gasping and failing to utter words beyond simple noises. sasha feels like she would trip on the slippery tub floors with how her balance has been compromised, with her body only kept standing by kotone's embrace and that cock so deep inside of her.
but here comes alisa just in time to see her mother's big tits pressed against the glass of the shower. sasha remains in a tunnel vision from bliss, wanting to say something to kotone when her younger, dominant partner swivels her head forward to see the blurry image of her daughter frozen in place at the bathroom door. sasha's mouth feels like it's gonna fall through kotone's hold. mind still in a haze to realize. until-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" an ear-piercing scream erupts from alisa! )
Huh-What-
( sasha's drunken state is zapped out of her! alisa dispells sasha's high when the younger woman grunts in rage and slams the bathroom door shut to scram out of this scene. )
Ali-Alisa! Honey, wai-Ohhh...
( sasha tries to move, only to feel kotone's cock still lodged deep inside of her. the older woman's cunt gripping tightly, refusing to part with it and shooting her nerves with reminders of a pleasurable release, making her moan out like that. )
What, like this? That's not gonna reassure her, y'know...?
[ kotone sighs in pleasure, throbbing in return as sasha's walls cling to her for dear life. she grinds her hips forward, slowly, once last time, pushing as deep as she can, every last inch in her clinging depths, tracing her fingers along the bulge in sasha's pale stomach as she catches her breath. she kisses at sasha's neck, bites at her ear, hefts up at those fat, milky tits from below— ]
Or, what, do you wanna show Alisa-chan what she's missing...? [ she rolls her hips, giving her ass a harsh smack as she lets out a giggle. ] Slut. ❤️
[ but kotone sighs, finally starting to pull out—cum escaping more and more around her as she does, before it starts to spill. she palms at her cunt, slipping in two fingers to stir up the mess, before smacking at her labia and pulling away entirely to step out of the shower. if she can't hold herself up, well, the shower has a seat for a reason. kotone starts to pull on the clean t-shirt and shorts she'd brought into the bathroom, glancing to sasha. ]
Guess you should put on a robe or something. Nothing else though, okay? And don't clean yourself up. [ even in the shower, the signs are clear. the bite marks, remnants of kotone's lipstick and sasha's ruined makeup, the bruises, the red hand marks, the disarrayed hair, the cum down sasha's legs—
she's pushing a line here, she knows, as she flashes an easy grin at the older woman. majorly. but they both know full well that sasha loves that treatment. ]
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She's only here because she's rubbing elbows a bit too. Being a fitness coach and nutritionist for the very rich and very famous had its perks — mainly the paycheck — and she's networking tonight in order to keep her business booming. She's schmoozed as well as she can for the time being, gotten several interested parties, and one guy who wanted her to model for him, to which she had been somewhere between flattered and insulted. In any case, she's freed from social obligation for the time being, and nurses a drink at a reserved table while people-watching.
Someone catches her eye. She'd noticed her before: an elegant, melancholy-looking woman who stood always in reach of a distinguished-looking man. Her husband, Fang had guessed, but they don't necessarily look loving. There's a level of performance in marriage here, just like there was in every aspect of these networking parties, but there has been not even the illusion of closeness in these two. It was not her business, Fang decided, but she finds herself waiting and watching anyway, and when the man excuses himself to talk to a friend, Fang heads in the direction of the woman.
She does it in a way that is unhurried and casual, makes a show of talking to others in the crowd before going to stand beside the woman. A moment passes, two, and then she looks over, brow furrowing some, as if trying to remember her from somewhere.]
Have we met? I swear, I've talked to most everyone here, but I don't think I've said hello to you.
[The woman's very pretty, and a bit of harmless flirting would keep this sorry excuse of a party from being too boring.]
so sorry for taking so long! i've been sick
tonight feels like the last straw for her. the man she calls her husband had promised to make this a romantic night for them, only for him to revert to his old ways when he saw some familiar faces in business. it's like being married to someone with a gambling addiction, she thought. so she drowns her sorrows and gets some time alone from her husband when he decided to take off to talk to someone - which makes her feel less lonely, ironically enough. she was at the bar not far from where she was, when fang approaches her. sasha blinks and looks at fang's features, her handsome face immediately standing out as did her accent. )
Oh. No, no I don't think so.
( sasha swallows whatever disappointment she had that was forming to a sob, seeing fang as a welcome distraction from her woes. )
I don't think I've actually talked to a woman in these sort of events before, to be honest with you. Most of them just ignore me.
( she lets out a sheepish chuckle, looking down at her hands on the bar. a lot of the women either find her intimidating or underwhelming, by other arm candies and intellectuals respectively. she couldn't find anyone to relate to )
it's okay! i hope you're feeling better
[The comment is made as a self-deprecating joke, but Fang gauges from this woman's body language that it's not as funny as she's trying to make it to be. Her own expression dips into a quiet sort of sympathy.] That's a shame. I reckon they might be missing out.
[Fang has no real connection to these socialites — she was in their world, but not fully entrenched in it — and so her overall opinion was not a positive one. She's good at socializing though, when it suits her, and has the sort of personality that's hard to ignore or blow off. She can't imagine being stuck at one of these events with no one to talk to.
Not even a husband, she thinks, briefly looking over Sasha's head to check for said husband out of curiosity. Nowhere in sight.] Well, if it's not a bother, how about I buy you a drink? [a quick flash of a smile.] To be honest with you, I don't much fit in with these shindigs either.
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Sure. I will have a vodka tonic, please.
( sasha directs that to the bartender. she was ready to settle on the cheap drinks. or just plain water so she wouldn't have to suffer another headache the morning after this already headache inducing party. now her mind is enamored by this woman that she couldn't help but glance and observe her. she's certainly different, lending more credence to her claim. she's tall and confident, more so than many of the people here. fang looks like she can lead all of them. )
Are you new to this sort of thing, then? You look much younger than the majority of the suits here.
( an admirable trait, she thought )
so sorry for the delay! the holidays destroyed me
I've been to a few, though not one so big as this. I'm a personal trainer. Getting my feet wet in these sorts of ritzy events — there's lots of business here. Everyone's always looking to find some sort of way to look as young as they can. [Her smile is a little sardonic, now.] If it's not plastic surgery, it's whatever fitness guru they can get their hands on. I'm not much of a guru, but I'm reliable, so...
[There is an easy shrug.] I'd offer you my card, but I don't think you need it.
[The easy smile widens a fraction before her expression turns more thoughtful.] How about you? Are you here for business or pleasure?
same! only getting back to rping again now
Obligation. I'm my husband's plus-one.
( sasha lets the word "husband" just drift off her lips with a sigh. she cocks her head over her shoulder, where a well-groomed man of her age is speaking with others. )
And I'd much rather do an entire workout session than to be in here. He promised to make this night just for us, but look at him now...
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Still soooo tight— [ she gasps that out, eyes fluttering. her hips crash against that thick ass with a steady plap! noise, setting it bouncing and pushing her forward against the glass as the steam and pulses of hot water envelop them both.
she isn't even sure what time it is. mid-afternoon. sasha had said something about expecting company over the holiday, hadn't she?
but that doesn't matter right now. she wants to fuck her harder, deeper— ]
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outside of the privacy of sasha's apartment, a young woman is walking down the streets from the direction of the nearest train station. duffel bag on her shoulder and a bubble gum popping over her lips, she groans as she gets closer to the apartment complex where currently an older woman who looks just like her is being conquered by a woman only a few years older than herself. music plays over her ears, taking the all too familiar route home while ignoring the appreciative glances being directed at her by lusty salarymen and younger lads, hypnotized by the sway of a pleated skirt that teases at a shapely ass.
minutes pass and the young woman opens the door to sasha's apartment, lazily shouting: "i'm home~" and seeing nobody around. suddenly however, her icy gaze picks up the sight of a pair of shoes. not really surprising, knowing her mother gets around, but what's strange is that these are women's shoes! the young woman's eyes narrow and stomps further inside her home.
"oi! mama! this fucking- where are you?!" she demands off the top of her lungs. sasha is still inside the bathroom, drunk in the sensation of kotone's cock. sasha's pussy clamps tight against that thick dick, milking every sensation from that impressive girth to even hear the shouting of her daughter. sasha pulls kotone's head closer to hers, eager for a kiss and a taste with her tongue. )
Kiss me, darling. Please...
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[ she giggles, watching how utterly fuckdrunk the older woman's become. kotone can't hear anything over the rushing water and the noise they're making, and even if she could, she wouldn't stop. her cock stretches sasha out with each push, tip hitting her cervix like a speedbag—just as her hips strike against that thick, bubbly ass— pushing her womb further up. she can almost feel it giving way, she thinks, opening up for her—
she wants to demolish sasha, to ruin her for anyone else. and when sasha begs for the kiss she rams deep, capturing her lips and pressing her tongue into the older woman's mouth, her own smaller chest mashing up against those perfect tits. unfortunately for alisa, this has the effect of muffling her mother's moans even further as kotone keeps drilling her cock into her cunt. her hips tense, length swelling, she's starting to get close— ]
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Nothing but your cock, sweet thing- Mmmnf. A-Although, it's my cock right now ♥
( sasha's words of claim is silenced by that sultry kiss she craved, along with that strong smack of kotone's hips that rattles her entire body. so deep and thrusting so strong into her, filling her up in ways she has never experienced before. sasha can feel it in her belly. the slam of kotone's hips against her shapely ass reverberates, making sasha push against the glass of the shower. the sharp thuds and hissing water muted the sounds of godzilla stomping from outside the bathroom.
sasha greedily returns kotone's kiss that breaking it off caused her lips to shiver with brief regret, but it was all to give her lover the permission to release all of her lust inside )
Do it, darling. Oh do it... Please, fill me up~
( alisa is just outside the door, eyebrows crinkling when she hears a familiar sound she's come to associate with her slutty mom. alisa's expression falls with a quiet groan then her hand grips at the door knob. the young girl's heart stops when she feels her stomach sink, alisa has seen her mom bring in men before, but not a woman. especially not a young woman. was she ready for this? angry and wanting to give her mom a piece of her mind, alisa grits her teeth hard and yanks the door open-! )
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kotone's cumming, and hard. her hips jerk, cock twitching as it erupts in sasha's womb, rope after rope of thick heat audibly flooding into her core. it keeps going as she does her level best to breed the fuckdrunk older woman, watching her midsection begin to swell.
when the door opens and she sees alisa's furious expression through the clear glass, she throbs hard inside of sasha, pressing her more firmly against the glass as her orgasm finishes. she can't form coherent words right now, heart pounding in her chest, but there's no shame in how she looks at alisa. if anything, gasping for breath, she manages to lick her lips.
kotone grips sasha's face gently in one hand, turning her head to bring the new arrival to her attention. she wouldn't normally push this hard, but sasha's a glutton for this treatment. ]
C...company's here.
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but here comes alisa just in time to see her mother's big tits pressed against the glass of the shower. sasha remains in a tunnel vision from bliss, wanting to say something to kotone when her younger, dominant partner swivels her head forward to see the blurry image of her daughter frozen in place at the bathroom door. sasha's mouth feels like it's gonna fall through kotone's hold. mind still in a haze to realize. until-
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" an ear-piercing scream erupts from alisa! )
Huh-What-
( sasha's drunken state is zapped out of her! alisa dispells sasha's high when the younger woman grunts in rage and slams the bathroom door shut to scram out of this scene. )
Ali-Alisa! Honey, wai-Ohhh...
( sasha tries to move, only to feel kotone's cock still lodged deep inside of her. the older woman's cunt gripping tightly, refusing to part with it and shooting her nerves with reminders of a pleasurable release, making her moan out like that. )
We have to-( gulp ) We have to follow her...
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[ kotone sighs in pleasure, throbbing in return as sasha's walls cling to her for dear life. she grinds her hips forward, slowly, once last time, pushing as deep as she can, every last inch in her clinging depths, tracing her fingers along the bulge in sasha's pale stomach as she catches her breath. she kisses at sasha's neck, bites at her ear, hefts up at those fat, milky tits from below— ]
Or, what, do you wanna show Alisa-chan what she's missing...? [ she rolls her hips, giving her ass a harsh smack as she lets out a giggle. ] Slut. ❤️
[ but kotone sighs, finally starting to pull out—cum escaping more and more around her as she does, before it starts to spill. she palms at her cunt, slipping in two fingers to stir up the mess, before smacking at her labia and pulling away entirely to step out of the shower. if she can't hold herself up, well, the shower has a seat for a reason. kotone starts to pull on the clean t-shirt and shorts she'd brought into the bathroom, glancing to sasha. ]
Guess you should put on a robe or something. Nothing else though, okay? And don't clean yourself up. [ even in the shower, the signs are clear. the bite marks, remnants of kotone's lipstick and sasha's ruined makeup, the bruises, the red hand marks, the disarrayed hair, the cum down sasha's legs—
she's pushing a line here, she knows, as she flashes an easy grin at the older woman. majorly. but they both know full well that sasha loves that treatment. ]
Wanna welcome her home?