She gave a long, drawn out sigh as she caught a glimpse of the establishment she was looking for. It was huddled in the corner of one of the more narrow, and a lot less illuminated, streets of the city. It was more than evident that this place was not built through the utilization of hard-light, and it also showed.
Everything was almost barely keeping it together. Buildings of differing sizes, with differing architectural approaches, built in different styles, different heights, at differing distances from one another. Some street lights had light bulbs that were a grade higher than others, and thus they created a weird amalgamation of illumination that strained the eyes of those who could notice such things.
For her, this was all a very unpleasant experience, but not for the reasons one might have initially assumed it was. Naturally, seeing a bustling city, such as this, thrown into such an unbelievably great disorder, had her feeling a little distress. How could this place work, the logistics were, probably, totally messed up, the infrastructure was severely underdeveloped, and horribly inefficient, for a country that was, supposedly, at the forefront of technological and cultural advancement.
She saw every little detail and recognized it was horribly wrong, mismatched and inappropriately placed. How a city was built was incredibly important, and, yet, no one really built a city, they just built buildings, which ended up piling around one another, until the accumulation of dwellings was labeled a town. City planning was an art that seemed to have appeared, stuck around for long enough, so as to have some kind of effect on the world, and then disappeared.
Symmetra - or, rather, Satya Vaswani - was not, at all, impressed with the state of things. It was, at the very least, a demeaning thing, knowing that she was an architect, or, rather, an architech, but still shared the same nomenclature as those who would do such… Such despicable things to a cityscape, and then tout their great achievement. The more consequence one attributed to these horribly constructed and totally unplanned streets, the more apparent did this total crime against humanity become.
Noise pollution was through the roof, windows and balconies opened up and looked out at other buildings, most of which were grey and dour, totally unfitting for the good mental health of their inhabitants. The only signs of green were the tiny plant boxes here and there, strawn about on the skirting of the apertures. Not a garden or park in sight, no trees on the sidewalk to even pretend to counteract the noise of the vehicles passing by every quarter of a second.
She sighed again, trying to calm herself down. That was what happened when things went awry, and that was why disorderly conduct of any kind was thoroughly inappropriate for the good of anything. Inhaling slowly, she tried thinking about things that were not so infuriating. At the very least, the sidewalks were not too cluttered, and there was only one other person she could see walking in the vicinity, so there was a measure of solitude.
Blinking twice, as if to regain her focus, she kept her stride up, walking towards the establishment in question. It, at least, seemed to be reasonably well made, though she could not imagine herself finding it and visiting it on her own time. It was way too… American.
That reminded her all too well why she was here. Well, why she was headed for that restaurant, actually. In that fine dining establishment she was going to meet the individual she had contacted a few days ago, and, hopefully, she would be able to get exactly what she wanted.
Still, though, it hurt. It was an unbelievably powerful blow to both her self esteem and her personal plans. Worst of all, it had thrown her into a disorder that was almost identical in scale to what had plagued her all those years ago, back in the slums.
Fired.
Removed, just like that, and not only from the project, but completely let go. Vishkar Corporation, for all the promise it had, seemed to not understand investments all too well. Not only had they spent a considerable amount of money to make her one of, if not their exclusive, poster child, but they had also kicked her off before she could complete her project. Sure, there were other accomplished scientists, but none were anywhere near as good as her, at least at what she did, and none would be able to finish her work without altering it, which would ruin the whole thing.
Worst of all, her research had been kept by the Corporation, which, frankly, should not have been all that surprising, but they had not allowed her to get it under any circumstances. No opportunity for the signing of any contracts, no opportunities for scientific agreements, nothing.
And there she was, in the United States, walking down a street that was neither famous nor infamous, headed for an establishment that was, by the looks of it, middle class disguised as high-class, but with a very strong penchant for the Wild West and cowboys. The plan was simple. She goes in, finds the person she had contacted, offers them the job, and done. Everything seemed to be in order, so far, she had gotten confirmation from that individual that the meeting would take place at the location, at a given time, which was fast approaching.
If the deal went smoothly, then things would, hopefully, return to a regime reminiscent of what she had lost. The sheer fact that her life had been thrown into such great chaos that there was no way it had not affected the Corporation itself. The folks at Vishkar were probably scrambling to figure out who to pluck from where, all so they could replace her, and yet they were, undoubtedly, struggling to find someone as qualified as her. That was a jumble which had been caused for no reason at all, and she despised that.
She stopped walking as she found herself standing right infront of the establishment's door. Placing a hand on one of them, Satya Vaswani pushed, opening it and letting out a quiet, pleasant tune that was reminiscent of very, very early jazz.
Her high heels, black and silver, clacked quietly against the surface, before stepping onto the red carpet that led her towards the center of the restaurant. Her legs, covered up to the middle of her thighs in a black, rimmed with gold pair of stockings, elegantly wrapped around her long, finely toned limbs in a most appealing manner. One foot perfectly placed before the other, she walked toward the one waiter.
He was a bulky omnic fellow, wearing a brown vest and a little fedora on his head. Wordlessly, he bowed before her, tilting his head inquisitively.
"Reservation on the name Calamity." She informed, and the waiter, without a word, urged her to follow him. That was more like it.
Her manner of walking made her broad hips sway seductively, while the golden hem of her light-blue dress moved in unison, creating an almost hypnotic pattern that, she had come to realize, few men could resist. The outfit she had picked out was nothing unusual, for her, but it was something a bit unlike what the people of this country were used to seeing. It was… Exotic.
That had been part of her plan, of course. She had made sure that her appearance was immaculate - not that it was not such in other situations - so as to impress 'Calamity'. That individual was going to be very integral to her plan, and, if things were to go smoothly, they needed to be left with a very good perception of her. After all, business would be better if both parties had respect for each other. Not only that, but when planning things of a most definitely lacking in legality nature, one had to be certain they could trust their partners.
The waiter came to a halt and pointed her towards a table - round, huddled in a corner, half of it framed by a couch that was built into the wall. The bulky omnic made himself scarce, leaving the dark-skinned woman alone in the presence of another individual.
"Greetings." Symmetra spoke, her voice calm and collected. Her hazel eyes locked themselves onto the person seated in the corner, curiosity urging her to react in some manner.
In front of her, a woman of idiosyncratic proportions rested her behind onto the cushioned couch, examining her. She did not find it unusual that she was being looked at - after all, upon meeting another person, one would take in their appearance as best as they could. However, those red eyes had an intensity unlike any she had seen before, and they gazed at her with a vehemence that had not been anticipated, even though, in hindsight, it made sense.
Symmetra could not help but examine this intriguing woman before herself. Whereas her eyes had the color of fresh blood, her skin was pale, like marble, and it made her features stand out quite hauntingly. Blemishless, safe for a small mole on the right side of her mouth, her flesh seemed to be almost radiant in Symmetra's perception, though that was just the way the light played off of it. Full lips, adorned with a lipstick as deeply scarlet as that of her eyes, rested beneath a small, coquette nose.
And while these things would have given any other person an ambrosial air, 'Calamity' was not as cute as that. Her features were chiseled, to say the least, reminiscent of the sharp forms left by the tools of sculpture crafters. Angular was more fitting to describe her visage, and even imposing, but a measure of unbelievable beauty dwelled within that sternness.
Her face was framed by white hair - and not that of an old person, grey, but rather a naturally white, like processed milk. It was somewhat rich in color, even though it was the color most often associated with the lack of color. Her coiffure was styled in a very intriguing manner - to her right, it was incredibly short, tucked away behind her ear, while, to her left, it was long, reaching past her face entirely, and was even reminiscent of a curtain, covering that side of her enchanting guise.
Even her neck was beautiful, in a sense, long and narrow, elegant in appearance, it sank into the collar of a white shirt, held together by a red tie. Her outfit was most peculiar, a coat of leather, reminiscent of those worn by the characters in Westerns, with a golden zipper that was left unzipped, as the woman's bust appeared to be too great to be contained. An emphasis on belts, from what Symmetra could see.
That enchanting lady, still looking at her, had one arm on the table, holding her head with her hand, while the other had been absentmindedly drumming on the surface of the furniture, by the looks of it. Black nail polish momentarily held Symmetra's eyes, but what really attracted her gaze were the tattoos on the woman's left forearm. The thorns of a rose, the bloom of said rose, a skull framed by two banners that said 'Deadlock' and 'Rebels'.
On the table, in front of her, rested a wide brimmed hat with a golden ornament. It was, definitely, cowboy headgear.
The recently fired architech tried to look 'Calamity' in the eye, but realized that she was still being observed. As if measured. The intent stare of this white-haired woman was slowly moving up along her body, as if it had, up until now, been locked upon her exposed thighs, or, maybe, it had been trying to round the curve of her wide hips. Symmetra could tell that she was being ogled, and that did not concern her too much, but it was still a slightly disturbing thing.
Those red eyes came to a halt at her chest, tightly enveloped by the fabric of her dress, making them a bit more pronounced than she would have wanted them to be in similar situations. Disturbingly, the woman before her licked her lips and finally brought her gaze up to her face.
"Howdy." She greeted in turn, her husky, dulcet voice turning out to be perfectly fitting for her appearance. The corners of her lips seemed to be tugged on by her facial muscles, and a very faint smile made its way onto her enchanting visage. The beautiful woman raised the arm that was not holding her head up and motioned to Symmetra, urging her to take a seat.
"Thank you…-" The architech said and did just that, pulling up the one available chair and sitting down across the white-haired lady. "-I am glad that we managed to schedule a meeting. My name is Symmetra, and I would like to-"
"Symmetra? That's an exotic name.-" The woman interrupted her, leaning back into the cushioned seat behind herself. "-Look, Symmetra, you don't look like my usual clients. Not at all." Upon saying that, she slightly narrowed her pristine eyebrows.
Footsteps sounded from behind Symmetra, and she turned around, feeling a slight measure of fright… Only to be greeted by that same waiter, carrying a platter with a bunch of glasses and bottles of various alcoholic beverages. In his other hand, he had a large pint of beer, which he placed on the table and slightly nudged towards the woman.
"And I don't know what you'd like to drink.-" She added, placing her elbows onto the table and leaning into them, hands framing the pint. "-So take whichever you'd like - I insist."
"Thank you." Symmetra had managed to keep her cool, taking a good look at the things on offer - all pretty high quality options - and settled on a bottle of rosé wine, pointing at it to inform the omnic. The waiter skillfully removed the cork, placed the glass on the table and filled it with just the right amount of liquid, after which he left them without making a single sound.
"You can call me Ashe.-" Informed the white-haired woman and raised her pint, to which Symmetra responded by raising her own glass, after which the red-eyed lady took a large swig of the stuff. The architech decided to wait a little before doing that kind of thing. "- Ahh… Now, onto business."
"Of course, lady Ashe.-" Symmetra raised her left arm and held out her fingers in a manner that activated the devices inside them, projecting a holographic vision of specifications concerning the job. "-I would like to employ your services in obtaining something for me. To do so, you will need to take down a cargo train, hired by the Vishkar Corporation, that is headed for Los Angeles. What I need is going to be in a container - like this - and will be labeled as Kathak RnD.
"Anything else on board can be either destroyed or kept by you, as payment. I will provide you with information pertaining to when the train is departing, its route, the security and details on what, exactly, is being transported, excluding the aforementioned Kathak RnD." Symmetra explained, feeling a tad more comfortable, now that she was doing her own thing, but, upon looking at Ashe, she found a measure of discomfort sneaking back into place.
"Right… Well, give me the intel!" The white-haired woman instructed, and Symmetra did so.
The following few minutes involved Ashe looking at the information, flicking her finger to switch to the next page, making some verifications, by the looks of them, by using a device of her own, and chugging a few gulps of beer at a time. Symmetra did have a few sips of her drink, and tried allowing herself to enjoy the smooth jazz, but the uncertainties of the situation presented themselves as more and more apparent.
While she had not expected her contact to be utterly reckless and completely disinterested by the intel, the dark-skinned woman felt as though things were slowly going awry. Ashe was taking a long, long time to scan through every bit of cargo that was listed in the details of the job, and that sowed the seeds of doubt. Symmetra managed to convince herself that things would be fine.
"Huff…-" Ashe sighed heavily, as if she was disappointed. "-Well, Symmetra, here's what's what: This job's real dangerous. And, judging by the cargo that's listed here - it's not gonna be a well payin' job." Symmetra felt a pang of dread swell up within her. This was not good, and it was definitely an unexpected turn of events.
Within a millisecond of Ashe informing her that the job was not looking like a lucrative endeavour, Symmetra's mind started working. Frantically analyzing the situation, trying to think of something that could be presented as an additional bit of stimulation to entice the woman in front of her. Could she exaggerate the value of some items? Could she provide information on how well equipped the security would be?
She was smart and well informed, but those were things she had very rarely had to deal with, let alone know about. Security rarely showed up, partially because of her ability to deal with threats herself, and the price of things was never an issue, because the company covered the costs of everything. Symmetra looked for other decisions, other options. What kind of thing could sweeten the deal?
"So, unless you've got some extra - a pre-payment or a bonus after it's done - I'll have to let you know this ain't happening." Ashe explained, looking Symmetra dead in the eye. Those red irises gazed so intently at her, much like the way they had gone up her body as though they were hands.
Now that she felt the weight of those eyes again, she found herself thinking of something. Ashe had looked at her in a manner quite unlike what other women would usually employ. It had felt as though she was being leered at, as if she had been undressed by the white-haired woman's eyes. A total of a second passed since Ashe had presented her ending remark, but Symmetra had come up with a solution.
"I can make it worth your while…" Symmetra stated, standing up from the chair and placing her hands on the table's top, leaning on them. Her feet pressed together, the thickness of her thighs was greater than the span of her shoulders, and her chest was on full display.
"Oh?"
"I could do something… For you." The dark-skinned woman suggested, and curled her own full lips into a smile. Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and a glint appeared in Ashe's red orbs.
"You've got my attention…-" Stated Ashe, her smile growing into a sly grin, as she, too, stood up. However, unlike Symmetra, she revealed something new. Between her legs, at the very junction between each limb and her torso, rested a conspicuous bulge. And it was not just a bulge - it was the type of bulge that some women found revolting. A moose knuckle. "-What do you have in mind?" Ashe inquired, and things became clear to Symmetra.
The ogling was understandable now. The manner of speech that had been utilized was also very much reasonable. The fact that she had taken a seat there, at the very corner of the restaurant, somewhat obscuring herself, made sense. With that realisation, Symmetra came to a decision.
"Would you mind accompanying me to my hotel, first?" She retorted by asking a question of her own, and Ashe smiled, grabbing her hat from the table's surface.
"I don't think I'll mind… As long as you lead the way." The white-haired lady, who seemed to be packing some extra, informed, giving Symmetra a little wink. The architech smiled, even though she felt a measure of discomfort, and turned on her heel elegantly, starting the short trip to the aforementioned hotel.
"It is not very far, merely a five minute walk." Clarified the dark-skinned woman, making sure to move in a manner as salacious as possible. Not only was she stepping foot before foot, as if she was walking along a plank, but she was also purposefully jutting her rear out whenever she rested her weight on one of her legs.
The swaying motions appeared to keep Ashe occupied for most of the short journey, but, by the time they reached the hotel, both her and Symmetra were starting to feel a slight lightheadedness. The architech found herself thinking about the situation at hand, considering the sheer disorder she was going to bring to the Vishkar Corporation by employing the services of the criminal walking after her.
It was a decision she had considered strange, inappropriate, even, at first. If her goal was the ordening of the world, introducing more chaos into it was never a good option to doing what she wanted to do. However, when she had thought about it at length, it turned out that her removal from Vishkar Corporation had caused so much disorder, that her adding a little more as she tried to regain her ability to affect the world, would not actually throw everything into anarchy.
As such, her current endeavour was not just for herself, and was not spawned by a petty desire for revenge, but, rather, out of a devotion to the world itself… Which was why she was currently leading that white-haired dame up the stairs of the hotel she was staying at, planning on…
What was she planning on doing, exactly?
"You a dancer, Symmetra?" Inquired Ashe, surprising the architech with her sudden question. The rogue was walking behind the dark-skinned woman, and the appearance of stairs had probably made her experience of leering at her bountiful rear even more pleasant. Symmetra did not stop walking.
"I am… How could you tell?" She confirmed and asked a question of her own. That kind of conversation was the one she disliked most - small talk. Maybe she disliked it because it was so lacking in any rules, or because it was so meaningless, or purely because it made her feel weird, because she did not know how, exactly, to react, but she hated it.
"You've got an elegant step. And your legs are real nice, but I wouldn't figure a cyclist could strut about in heels like that." Ashe commented, her compliments draped in the lecherous intent that Symmetra had brought about. It was quite exciting, in a sense, but it was definitely ruinous to any form of schedule or routine she might have had.
"Thank you.-" The architech replied, turning to walk along the corridor leading to her room, as they had just reached the appropriate floor. Realization was starting to kick in, and Symmetra was finding it more and more unsettling that she was doing this. However, along with that discomfort came a sense of anticipation… A sense of want. "-I could… Show you some moves."
With that, Symmetra looked over her shoulder and winked towards Ashe, who smiled cheekily. Apparently, she took that as an invitation of sorts - not that it was not - and made a few quick steps, aligning herself with the indian woman. Then, her hand reached out and cupped Symmetra's rear, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, even though there was an, arguably thin, layer of fabric between the architech's skin and the rogue's fingers.
The sensation was unexpectedly intense. Not only was the pale lady's hand strong, and rough, but it was greedily trying to encompass as much of Symmetra's asscheek as possible, groping naughtily. Ashe gave a low purr of appreciation, digging her fingers into the bountiful butt again. She was crude in her approach, and the vulgarity of her action sent shivers up the architech's spine…
Or was that the excitement of doing such an obscene thing in a place where they could be seen by another person?
"You are very impatient.-" Stated Symmetra, feeling herself grow more and more excited. It was not going to be challenging at all - after all, horndogs were, most often, easy come, easy go. And Ashe seemed to be quite the horndog. "-We are here."
"You're very provocative, can't help it." Retorted Ashe as the woman, whose ass she was groping, turned and raised her left arm, presenting it to the door's scanner. A click came from within, signalising that the locking mechanism had disengaged.
"That may be so…-" Chuckled Symmetra as she opened the door and motioned for Ashe to enter. The red-eyed dame regretfully let go of the ass she had been groping and did just that, waltzing into the reasonable chamber. "-But let me do the touching."
Ashe chuckled at that, as Symmetra followed her into the room and closed the door. Much like anything offered in a decently high class hotel, things were a bit overbearingly fancy, in a gaudy manner, rather than a stylish one. However, the paintings on the walls and the overly intricate light sources were not much of an issue at the moment - as there was something else that was far more important.
Ashe calmly walked over to the bed, sitting down and leaning back, supporting herself with her hands. She observed Symmetra, as the dark-skinned woman slowly approached her, and the flame of lust in her eyes was burning brightly. The architech found herself feeling the warmth of that fire, kindled by both her own and Ashe's desire. She smiled lasciviously at the white-haired dame as she stood around three steps away from her.
"No touching, huh?-" The rogue's words were dripping with want. It was almost contagious. "-So you'll give me a nice dance?"
"And not only that…" Murmured Symmetra, placing her hands on the nape of her neck, fluttering her eyelashes as she narrowed her lids until they were almost completely shut. She started moving.
Slightly wiggling her rear, as if in the direction of Ashe, her lower body swayed to the left and right, as if emulating the movements of a snake. The fluidity of the motions indicated that this was something that had been worked out long over a long period of time. Elegant, smooth movements that seemed to emphasise just the right things. The thickness of her thighs, so meaty that the thigh-high socks seemed to be digging into them, as if they were slightly squishing the bountiful flesh.
And yet that, by itself, was erotic. It was indicative of just how well built for a certain activity that woman, currently moving in a manner unlike anything Ashe had seen, was. It was slowly becoming somewhat hypnotic, as her hands joined in, dropping down along the sides of her body, outlining and defining just how thin her waistline was, and just how wide her child-bearing hips were.
The way her fingers slightly dug into her own flesh, once they reached her thighs, was like a switch that had been flicked. The white-haired dame gulped, feeling a tightness in her pants, yet her eyes were so transfixed by the view in front of her, her mind so enchanted by the spectacle that was unveiling itself, she did not do anything to alleviate that discomfort.
Symmetra's chocolate tinged skin looked absolutely perfect, and Ashe found herself imagining how pleasantly soft to the touch it would be. Her long black hair swung about in unison with the movements of her hips, which were gyrating at an increasing pace, all the while the dancer was slowly turning around. By now she was presenting herself to the rogue in profile, and yet that only made the whole thing better, as the size of her breasts started kicking into play as well, somewhat compensating the insane volume of her bubbly rear, which shuddered slightly with each completion of the revolutions that her hips were performing.
Ashe licked her lips, almost subconsciously. That was a sight for sore eyes, she realized, as the fantastic woman in front of her finally made a step forward, weaving it into her performance as if it had been intended from the get-go. The motions were so clean, so intentional, that there seemed to be no movements that appeared to have been mistakes. There was nothing that looked off, or wrong… Though, she was not focused on things that might have given those fauls off.
The rogue was stupefied by the display, by the wobbling mass of ass flesh in front of her, by the slightly jiggling breasts, so strongly constrained by that light-blue dress of hers that they seemed as though they were going to tear through the fabric at any moment now and explode outwards. If that were to actually happen, Ashe might have been unable to keep to the agreement of no touching.
"Shake that ass…" She muttered as Symmetra made one step closer, her hands trailing up along her body and coming together at the back of her head, while her gyrating rear presented itself to Ashe, within arm's reach, moving at a pace so great that it looked almost impossible.
Then the dancer suddenly straightened her back and body, her rear pulling slightly away from the white-haired woman, but, before she could react, a sound unlike anything so far expected almost echoed through the room.
Clap.
Ashe's eyes went wide when she realized that this had been produced by Symmetra's ass-cheeks. The exotic woman started bouncing up and down, almost as if she was jumping, and her bubbly butt went wild. The way it moved was rhythmic, the jiggling mass of alluring flesh seemed far too obscene, and the sounds of her cheeks clapping was making the rogue drool uncontrollably.
"I will!" Informed Symmetra as she started moving her rear from left to right, all the while still bouncing up and down, bending her knees slightly with each jiggle. Her twerking was growing more and more intense, as the movements increased in rapidity, but Ashe, utterly hypnotized, did not realize that until the dumptruck landed in her lap.
She gasped, feeling as if the air had been knocked out of her, even though that had not happened, and yet she found breathing again harder, as Symmetra's ass started grinding against the bulge in her pants. Ashe gave out a slight moan, the pressure on her cock becoming more than she could handle, and thrust her hips upwards.
"Ooh, you're impatient." Symmetra said, chuckling as she continued grinding her bountiful, perfect rear against Ashe's crotch. The rogue grit her teeth, wanting to avoid moaning like a harlot in need, even though she was currently feeling as though she was just that. Her member could not fit in her pants, not anymore, and, thus, the discomfort of her predicament made her crave release.
"Damn right I am! You're strutting about, double cheeked up, bouncing your fat ass right in my face!" She retorted, using the opportunity to push her pelvis against the dark-skinned woman's rear. The architect did not seem to mind, even smirking as she looked back at the lust-ridden rogue.
"Well…-" Symmetra teasingly spoke, raising her hand and pressing her finger into her luscious, blac lips. "-I can feel your approval quite vividly." She noted, moving her rear enticingly, rubbing it into her soon-to-be partner's bulge.
The rogue kept thrusting her hips up, dry-humping Symmetra's ass. The more she looked at it, the longer it rubbed against her, the more engrossed with it she became. It was unbelievably perfect, blemishless skin, fat enough to jut out obscenely and wobble with the slightest movement, and yet there was not a single mark of cellulite. It was absolutely impeccable, and the movements of the dark-skinned woman made it more and more evident that the situation at hand was not new to her.
Ashe could not believe she had managed to get into bed with a lady as fine as that. Of course, upon seeing her, she had felt a stir at her loins, that provocative outfit making her heart race and her mouth water, but the more she looked, the more impressive it became. The dress was more of a tabard, with the front and back tails failing to cover much of Symmetra's magnificent rear. If anything, it was inviting for the lecherous stares that she would end up getting - and Ashe had given plenty of those.
Her trance was broken when the dance ceased. Symmetra stood up, turning around slowly, a smile on her face, her full lips tugged at by the muscles under her skin, making them look a bit thinner than they truly were. Ashe let out a groan, as the pressure of her pelvis rubbing against that gorgeous woman's ass wore off, and she was left with the discomfort of her member straining against her pants.
"Why'd you stop?-" She asked, annoyance evident in her voice, managing to withstand the urge to let herself lay on the bed and start massaging her phallus with her hands. "-Shake that ass some more!" Ashe demanded, in response to which Symmetra's smile only grew.
"Because it is time for you to start stripping." The dancer exclaimed and pointed at the bulge in Ashe's pants. The rogue smirked and pushed herself up, getting back to a proper seated position. Without a word, she undid the belt that held her garments together, and pulled them down slightly. That much of an opportunity was enough for her furious erection to pop out from within, cock flopping into the open.
Symmetra gave a slight gasp of shock as she saw the size of it, and, while Ashe leaned back onto her elbows again, leering at the exotic woman's body, she, momentarily, found herself doubtful. The architech lowered herself, kneeling between the rogue's legs, hands coming to rest on her thighs, all the while her eyes were glued to the considerable shaft in front of her.
It was huge. Bigger than any other penis she had seen. She slipped her fingers between Ashe's pants and her skin, pulling the garments down until they were totally out of the way. A wave of hot, sweat-enriched air blasted into her face, and her involuntary inhalation of it had her feeling light-headed. It was not just her penis that was massive, but her testicles were also of a considerable size. Each was as big as a kiwi, and they were draped in a loose scrotum that allowed them to sag down to the bed, resting on it, somewhat enticingly. The thin film of sweat, giving them a sheen, much like that of a gemstone, made the hairless testes appear ridiculously appealing.
"That enough?" Questioned Ashe, her grin indicative of how great a pleasure she took in knowing that her member was that impressive for Symmetra.
"You have quite the penis…" Muttered the dark-skinned woman, trailing along Ashe's thighs with her fingers, until her hands came to reach for the pale dame's member. It was incredible just how crude and rough it seemed, by comparison, not only with the rest of the rogue's body - especially her smooth, milky-white skin - but also Symmetra's own elegant, frail limbs.
"That's a cock, hun.-" Stated Ashe, and the vulgarity of the word did seem totally fitting for the vicious member. It was covered in bulging veins, running over it like disorganized streets in a city, though they looked far more enticing than that. They gave it a measure of intensity that was quite unlike anything Symmetra had previously encountered. "-Come on, don't just look at it!" Urged the rogue, and the dark-skinned woman found herself to have been a bit uncertain.
"Do not worry…-" Symmetra retorted, trying to keep her cool. Wrapping her fingers around it, she realized they barely encapsulated the entirety of its girth. It was thicker than her wrists, and the heat that it gave off was beyond ridiculous. "-...I had to evaluate its dimensions." She added, finding herself compelled to compare it to something. That would really tickle Ashe's fancy, and that was, ultimately, the goal, so she did just that.
Bringing up her bionic arm, she held it parallel to the shaft in her right hand, and realized that it was as long, if not longer, than her forearm. Her face was momentarily filled with a bit of fright as she considered just how massive that cock was, but she fought that emotion off and tried to focus on dealing with the situation at hand. Ashe looked as though she was totally satisfied with the world at the moment, her red eyes looking at Symmetra, as the latter held onto the former's penis, with an unfathomable sensuality.
The dancer started moving her hand up and down the rogue's considerable length, slightly pursing her lips as she did so. The abundance of flesh that this cock had, the amount of foreskin that loosely hung off of its tip, getting peeled back by her motions, uncovering a pale, pinkish-purple cockhead, skin so taut that she could almost see her reflection in it, only to then cover it up with its foreskin when she brought her hand back up.
It was definitely an erotic activity that she had not engaged in recently, but it was something she had done before. And yet she felt an urge, a little compulsion - something unreasonable, something that she had not felt before. As if the situation itself was making her experience things at a heightened rate. The rigidity of Ashe's cock, juxtaposed by the softness and gentleness of the rogue's flesh, the unbelievable heat that it radiated, coming out of perceivably nowhere, compared to the cool exterior of the pale skin and white hair, the icy angular features and coarse demeanour - it was so unusual, that…
It was, in a sense, arousing.
"You're loving my cock, aren't you?-" Ashe teased, taking great pleasure in observing the woman between her legs. "-Come on, show me just how much you like it…" The pale dame goaded, flexing her pelvic muscles, making her shaft twitch violently.
That display of virility was also arousing.
Without saying a word, Symmetra brought her face up to Ashe's massive member and gave it a kiss, right at the base of the shaft. Her plump lips really left a mark, the dark lipstick she had applied smearing on the moist surface, leaving a lewd reminder that something very uncouth was occurring. That lecherous nature of the activity might have contributed to the willingness of Symmetra to do whatever it was that she was about to do, in order to pay for the services she was recruiting Ashe for.
After all, the world and its ordening came before everything else. However, the heavy musk of the white-haired dame's phallus, the scintillating taste of her sweat, the vulgarity of her throbbing member, the warmth of - all those things were uncannily pleasant benefits.
Symmetra kissed Ashe's cock again, this time letting her tongue slip between her lips and break the peck, dragging her muscle over the underside of the rogue's member. The pale-skinned dame moaned in pleasure, and the dancer felt an urge to echo that sound, as if to express her own pleasure at doing this, even though she was not feeling any pleasure…
Or was she?
"It's so big…" She stated, the movements of her hand growing in rapidity, slightly, while her nose did its best at inhaling as much of that heavy musk as possible. Symmetra liked it, and she worried that she might end up enjoying this more than she should have, though there was no reason for her not to have some fun with this.
"I've heard that before.-" Replied Ashe, who was looking down at her own cock, or, rather, at Symmetra, who was busily jerking that hefty shaft with her right hand. The dancer moved her bionic arm to rest underneath those big, heavy balls, and she cupped them in her palm. The tingling sensation she got in her nethers was owed up to the weight of the rogue's testicles. "-But you're the finest lady to have said it." Complimented the pale dame, as if trying to urge Symmetra to keep going.
The architech needed no further invitation. She pulled on Ashe's cock, bringing its tip lower, and planted a kiss on the foreskin covered thing. Her tongue slithered into the space beneath the loose flesh and the taut skin of the cockhead, while her mouth opened up and a large portion of the rogue's member was enveloped. Ashe moaned as she felt the multitude of sensations, while Symmetra got to doing this as well as she could.
Bobbing her head up and down, slightly squeezing down with her lips, moving her tongue around, trying to reach as far as possible, to slink into the furthest, deepest little recess, while her cheeks hollowed out and she applied a measure of suction. The taste was far more intense, and the smell was a lot more intoxicating. She felt as if it was an unbelievable combination of the most foul things, and yet it was unbelievably alluring. That raunchiness, that supposition of what, exactly, was the reason for the taste being such, left Symmetra wanting to explore it further.
Her left hand wiggled about, pushing each of Ashe's massive balls up, only to then swap to another, her fingers wrapping around them and gently tugging, squeezing and, overall, groping them as if they were a woman's bosom. Even though her limb was of bionic make, even though the sensation it would provide for the rogue was nothing like a real hand, it was working wonders. Symmetra could feel the woman in front of her tensing up, she could feel her testicles rumble, in a sense, as if they were churning semen.
She had not thought about the potential eruption, nor of the magnitude of it, when she had started performing oral sex on Ashe. The fact of the matter was, however, that she was in for an incredible display of virility, she could tell. The sheer size of the rogue's soft, hot nuts, the girth and rigidity of her cock, the taste, the confidence exhumed by the pale dame - it was all a very potent mixture, one that made Symmetra feel the itch down between her legs.
"Oooh- Where'd you learn to suck cock like that?" Moaned Ashe, the manner of expression making her voice sound like sweet nectar. The dancer allowed herself to moan as well, even though hers was not as sensual as that of the rogue. Yet it elicited another sound of pleasure from her, as the pale dame's vicious member was shaken by the vibrations of Symmetra's voice, and the sensations kept mounting one upon the other.
Then, something unexpected happened. Ashe pushed her upper body forward, until she was sitting properly, and, with her now free hands, she grasped Symmetra's head, sliding her fingers into the dark hair, as if for a better grip. The architech's eyes widened, her hands removing themselves from the rogue's cock, which seemed to throb threateningly. Placing her palms onto Ashe's thighs, she was about to start pushing herself off, just as the pale dame's pelvis was thrust forward, while her limbs pulled Symmetra's head forward.
The architech did her best not to faint. The sensation of her throat getting brutally forced open, and then a penis, thicker than anything she had ever playfully tried to 'deepthroat', slid inside. Ashe moaned loudly, her arms holding Symmetra tight, while her cock pulsated violently. The dancer gagged, unable to suppress her natural reflex, and yet that would only serve to bolster the pleasure the rogue was feeling.
"Holy- fuck- Your throat-pussy is so good!" Exclaimed the pale woman, having almost stood up, using her body's weight to force her penis down Symmetra's throat. The entirety of her massive cock's length had been enveloped by the dancer's oral cavity. The architech's nose was pressed into Ashe's pelvis, right against the base of that girthy member, and she could not help but inhale the strong, mixed stench.
Ashe's saggy testicles clenched, dragging themselves up from just beneath Symmetra's jaw to resting on her chin, and the dark-skinned woman's situation became even more obscene. At first, she felt her consort's cock thicken, in a sense, as it swelled up with blood. Then, the churning she had assumed to have heard became truly audible. Ashe growled in an expression of pleasure, as though she could not contain the bliss she was experiencing within herself.
Her shaft throbbed so violently it almost forced Symmetra's head to twitch in unison with it, as the swollen member erupted in a fashion reminiscent of a geyser. Hot cum poured down the dancer's esophagus, some splashing directly into her stomach, while the rest bubbled up her throat and splurted past her lips, coating Ashe's crotch.
Symmetra's eyes were wide open, as a mixture of worry that the obscene amount of semen might end up suffocating her, as she was already struggling to breathe, and an unexpected excitement at being fucked like that. Cum was leaking from her nostrils, tears ran down her sides as a result of the intensity of this throat fucking that she ended up being forced to go through, and yet the intense burning in her womanhood grew into a craving that appeared difficult to withstand, let alone quell.
"Aah... -" Ashe let out a sigh of relief, allowing the dark-skinned woman to pull back away from her cock and try to catch her breath. Symmetra coughed violently as the pale dame's massive member slid out of her mouth with a lewd pop, saliva and cum splattered all over it, as well as her face. "-That was good." Stated the rogue, leaning back onto the bed.
She looked at the exotic female in front of her, down on her knees, hand over her mouth as she coughed up semen. The beauty of her face remained perfectly intact, though the elegance of her appearance and the pristine stature she had sought to present herself in was now marred. Sex seemed to cling heavily to her, as evidenced by her alluring body, and Ashe felt as though that look - covered in cum, runny make-up, teary eyes - was very fitting.
"You are-" Symmetra coughed once again, though her fit had come to an end. "-You are tasty." She informed, licking her fingers to emphasize. While the dancer wanted to berate the pale dame for doing what she had done, she had to enlist her services. And, to do that, she had to make sure that Ashe was completely satisfied with her performance now.
"There's more where that came from!" Exclaimed the white-haired dame, her cock still viciously hard. It had not actually softened at all. In fact, the wetness that had been added to it, by Symmetra's saliva and its own cum, gave it an even more rigid, imposing appearance... Not only that, but it looked very enticing.
"That is reassuring.-" Mused the dancer as she stood up and regarded both Ashe and her massive member. The allure of that pale woman was incredible, and Symmetra's womanhood almost ached with desire. "-But I do hope you are not planning on dumping it in here." As she said that, she pointed towards her lower abdomen, after which her hands came to rest on her broad hips.
Ashe grinned.
"That'd be ideal, hun'.-" The rogue cheekily replied, a flame in her eye. Fortunately for Symmetra, she reached into the pocket at the inner side of her vest and procured a single packet. Bubble-gum pink, size XXL. "-But, if you manage to fit that on my lil' buddy here, we can go at it with protection." She winked as she held the packet out, and the dancer realized that this would be a challenge.
"Of course…" Symmetra cooed, taking the condom from Ashe's hand. The latter leaned back and put her arms behind her head, smiling contentedly, while looking at the dark-skinned beauty. The architect opened the packaging for the condom, and procured a rubber, similarly pink to the packet, and held it in between her fingers for a moment. It was thick… But it did not appear thick enough.
That was a bit more than unprecedented. Not only were things seemingly going quite awry - due to the fact that Ashe's cock was the biggest member Symmetra had ever seen - and not only was she having second thoughts due to the fact that the rogue had forced her to deepthroat that massive monster, but also because of that craving of her own. She wanted to get fucked. Specifically, by that huge, throbbing, veiny cock, that seemed to be so obscene, so vulgar, so disproportionately big, so inarticulately vile and yet so enchanting…
She licked her lips, lapping up what little was left of Ashe's cum. Symmetra had not lied - it did taste good - but, at this moment, she felt as though her lower pair of lips was the thing that needed to be moistened by an external source. The dancer took hold of the rogue's girthy shaft, the sensation of pure, unadulterated lust coursing through her own veins making it feel thicker, stiffer, and hotter than it actually was.
Symmetra placed the condom on the very tip - right above the slightly leaking urethra - and held both of her hands at the sides of that massive tool. Thumbs pressed into the fabric of the rubber, she tried rolling it down in a more salacious manner than would be usual, but, as soon as the thinner, pointier part of Ashe's cock had been enveloped, that became a futile effort.
"We can always do it raw, hun'. It'll feel better, too…" Goaded the rogue, taking note of the tribulations Symmetra was going through when it came to putting that condom on her penis. However, the dancer was not going to go along with it that easily. She shook her head and grasped, firmly, that fat cock right beneath the flared tip. The squeeze she gave was a bit tighter than what Ashe had been expecting, as she gave a startled gasp.
With her left hand, Symmetra started sliding the condom onto the rogue's penis without pause. It managed to go past her distended glans, which was the most troublesome area, by the architech's estimations, and, from then on, it was almost smooth. Many times did she have to reobtain her grasp of the condom, but she managed to slide it all the way down, until it covered around two thirds of Ashe's cock.
Now that she looked at it, though, and she heard the rogue's groans, it was really just barely staying on. Much like how her thighs were getting squeezed by her socks, as if they were being constricted, so, too, did Ashe's cock appear to be unnaturally narrower right at the point where the condom ended. It did make the vascular shaft even more gruesome… Which was part of what made it appealing.
"There… It fits." Symmetra victoriously informed, rising to her full height and looking at the throbbing shaft in front of herself. Ashe's expression seemed almost anguished, as if the constriction was making her cock far more sensitive than it had been before, and, with the dancer's, admittedly, limited knowledge, it appeared to be a reasonable assumption. The dark-skinned woman smiled as she observed her consort.
"That's great- haah- Now, would ya care to- hngh- Fuck?" Ashe struggled with restraining herself as she asked Symmetra, looking at the dancer's thick thighs, at her broad hips, at her sizeable breasts, just wanting to pounce upon her and start plowing her with everything she had. However, taking things slow really made them better, so she was doing her best at withstanding that urge.
Symmetra's smile grew into a naughty smirk, and, to Ashe's great pleasure, she nodded. Her gentle, svelte arms moved, reaching beneath her dress, only to then remove something - had the rogue blinked, she would have totally missed the thin pair of panties that got flung over to the floor. That explained why her presentation had been so lecherously perfect - there were almost no undergarments to peek out over her smooth skin.
The pale dame gasped as she was pushed to her back by the dancer, who got up onto the bed and stood over her. That damned condom was really squeezing her cock, but she still felt a rush of blood going down south, making it even harder than it had already been. That pussy, still obscured, was ridiculously enticing. She imagined its shape - maybe it was tight-lipped and perfectly trimmed, much like its owner, or, perhaps, it was well used, to the point that its labia just sagged perpetually, and a thick bush of pubic hair framed it. It did not smell strongly, nor was there an unpleasant aroma.
Excitement overflowing, pre-cum already threatening to fill out the condom that was holding onto her penis like a vice, Symmetra finally began her descent, squatting down slowly. Her tabard's front came to rest over Ashe's stomach, and her cock was obscured by the strip of cloth. The dancer's hand reached down behind it, and the sensation of her fingers wrapping around the tender flesh of her condom-bound member elicited a moan from her.
"Slowly…" Whispered Symmetra as she lowered herself a tiny bit further, and Ashe felt her tip prodding against something. The stupid rubber in between her member and the dancer's womanhood really ruined the feeling, and she could only really tell that there was something soft and warm there. Had the condom not been there, she would have felt the moistness of her pussy lips, she would have felt the sensation of parting them with her tip, and it would have felt amazing.
That did not mean the feeling of her cock's tip gently rubbing against Symmetra's womanhood was not good. The tension that Ashe felt, the anticipation, the want of it all - it was so thoroughly embiggened by the slow approach chosen by the dancer, that the rogue felt as if she was prone to bursting on entry.
"You really are big…" The dark-skinned woman repeated herself, evidently awe-stricken by the size of Ashe's member. That made the rogue feel good about herself, and subconsciously told her that she deserved a reward - a reward that was taking its sweet time.
Symmetra gasped as she allowed her weight to pull her down onto the pale dame's cock, and the girthy member went in with a surprising ease. It just slid past the dancer's pussy lips, and spread her wide open. Her gasp grew into a moan, while Ashe did the same. The sudden addition of the pressure that was being applied by the dark-skinned woman's quim really made her feel just how sore her cock had gotten, off of a single ejaculation.
Ashe loved it. The feeling of her shaft burning up with pleasure, the faint sensation of a pussy's folds clamping down onto her penis, it was sublime. The warmth of a cunt, the flesh of a woman, her hands sinking into an ass or titties - that was the life the rogue really enjoyed and craved. And now Symmetra was doing just that - giving her a really good experience.
"Haahn-" Mewled the architech as she forced herself onto Ashe's cock, her pussy getting thoroughly spread open by that thick shaft. Symmetra had not had sex in a while, though, considering just how big her current partner's endowment was, it was almost as if it was her first time. The way her cunt was being stretched out, the insane throbbing of the rogue's phallus, giving her the impression that the woman, laying on the bed, was about to ejaculate, really sent shivers up her spine.
"Come on…" Urged Ashe, a restlessness coming over her. Those pale hands of hers found their way onto her chest, removing the vest and uncovering her big breasts. Fingers sinking into her own tits, the rogue moaned, eyes locked with those of Symmetra, whose palms were resting on her knees.
The dancer looked down at that fantastic woman underneath herself, she felt that supreme cock that had barely entered her, and she reached out, wrapping her hands around those soft tits. As if using them for leverage, she moved herself up, almost sliding what little of Ashe's member had been inside of her out, and then pushed down with her whole weight and power.
Her ass almost slapped against the pale dame's pelvis, as almost three thirds of the entirety of the rogue's cock ended up inside of her. Symmetra threw her head back and shuddered in pleasure, feeling the gruesome tip poking at her deepest parts. Ashe moaned loudly, her hands grasping at the dancer's own, pressing them down into her breasts.
"Yes!-" The rogue cried out, throwing her head back in bliss. It felt way better than it should have, though that was most likely owed up to the catharsis of finally getting to it. "-Oooh- You're so tight!" She exclaimed, her hands letting go of Symmetra's, reaching for her thighs. The architech was trembling, ever-so-slightly, presumably due to the fact that she was trying to avoid cumming her brains out, and so she did not react to Ashe's movement, not initially.
Finally, the rogue's fingers made contact with the dancer's legs, grasping at those thick thighs, feeling her warmth and the silken sensation of her skin. The pale flesh of her hands was strongly juxtaposed by the darker pigmentation of Symmetra's body, and that made it seem even more erotic. Her cock was still obscured by the front of the dancer's tabard, but she could imagine it - how that smooth, chocolate skin had enveloped it completely.
That feeling - she could not quite rationalize it - but it made Symmetra's already great assets appear even greater. Was it because of the fact that a speck of white paint, when dropped onto a black canvas, would, inadvertently, end up being totally consumed by the darkness? Was that correlation making this idea of her pale white flesh, against Symmetra's dark skin, so enticing?
The dancer moved upwards, ripping Ashe from her momentary musings and thrusting her into a world of carnal sensations, one that had no room for thought, but only perception. The two of them moaned in their own manner, breathily expressing the pleasure of the activity. Symmetra's motion was slow and almost uncertain, but it was still incredibly satisfying. The drag against Ashe's cock overwrote the discomfort from the condom and only left her with bliss.
She momentarily let go of her partner's legs and pushed herself up into a sitting position, wrapping her arms around the exotic lady before her. Their lips met, as Symmetra's hands locked around the back of Ashe's head, and the pleasure they were feeling increased exponentially.
Tongues emerging, engaging in a dance of their own sort, swirling about one another, in a sense exploring the mouths of their partners. Ashe tasted Symmetra, she felt her full, luscious lips against her own, she tasted the faintly salty remnant of her own cum, but she did not care. They moaned into one another's mouths, while the dancer slowly picked up the pace, rising and then falling onto the rogue's rock hard cock.
Ashe's hands trailed down the architech's back and reached for her bountiful rear, fingers sinking into the massive flesh pillows. As she groped roughly, needily, the two broke their kiss, gasping for breath, eyes locked. Lust burned within them, and pleasure was written over their faces.
Releasing one of those splendid ass cheeks, Ashe raised her hand and gave it a slap. The sound echoed through the room, along with a yelp coming from Symmetra, but it was not one of displeasure. Her pussy appeared to tighten even more, as if triggered by the slight stimulation on her behind. The rogue groaned, as the feeling grew overbearing.
"I'm cumming- Ghaah-" Squealed Ashe, feeling her orgasm approaching quickly. She felt an unbearable need to thrust, to buck and spear the entirety of her cock into Symmetra, to go as deep as she could go, so as to make sure all of her seed would find its way, but their position was mostly focused around the dancer's movement, not her own. She grit her teeth, fingers digging into the architech's plump ass.
"Wait-" Gasped Symmetra as the rogue's cum erupted into the condom, filling it up almost immediately, with just the first spurt. "-Pull ou- Hnngh-" The dark-skinned beauty was interrupted by her own body reacting to the sudden increase of the stuffing in her pussy, as the condom bubbled up to an obscene size, essentially making Ashe's cock feel as though it had grown a few inches inside her.
The architech threw her head rearwards and yowled as her pussy tightened even more, its grip on the rogue's shaft growing to a point of being just as harsh as that of the condom, prompting the ejaculation of the futa to prolong itself by at least a little bit. The pair wailed and gasped, their fingers grasping at one another, tongues lolling out and eyes rolling back into their skulls.
Somewhat expectedly, the condom broke. The overwhelming amount of cum that had splashed into it, the fact that it had barely managed to fit over Ashe's cock, as well as the reality of any swelling member right before, and during, its ejaculation, all contributed to that malfunction. The warmth of the rogue's semen had been very pleasant, even through the thin layer of protection provided by the rubber, but now that it was directly splattered all over Symmetra's pussy, it felt even better.
Ashe, breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath, an expression of pure bliss on her face, gave the dark-skinned woman's rear another slap. The architech could not believe her luck, or, rather, the lack thereof. Her legs, a little wobbly, managed to push her up, and the rogue's girthy, still hard cock popped out of her cunt, followed by a trail of oozing cum.
"Fuck- Haah- That's not good…" She muttered, holding herself up with her left arm on Ashe's shoulder, while, with her right hand, she spread her pussy lips out. Getting that cum out of her was important now.
"Told you we should have- Haah- Done it raw.-" Commented the pale dame, removing the torn condom from her penis. The rubber had burst, like a balloon, though it had only been ruptured. It had not fallen apart, which was a small convenience. "-Come on."
With that, Ashe stood up from the bed, Symmetra almost falling to her back as a result of the sudden abrupt motion, though she was caught by the rogue's left arm. The dark-skinned woman did not struggle with her partner, who led her towards the side of the bed, though, when she was pushed, back first, against the wall, she got a little confused.
"What-"
"Hold onto it!-" Commanded the rogue, grabbing hold of the dancer's right leg and pulling it up. Symmetra's flexibility allowed her to easily allow that to happen, without causing her any discomfort, and her ankle found itself resting over Ashe's left shoulder. "-That's more like it…" Cooed the pale dame, wrapping her left arm around the architech's leg, while jerking her cockoff with her right.
She moved herself a bit, holding her penis parallel to Symmetra's body. The shaft reached way past the dark-skinned woman's navel, and that made Ashe feel an incredible want. Now, however, she was going to have things go her way.
"Again?- Haah- Please, let me res- Nhooogh!" The dancer's plea was cut off as her partner, unceremoniously, aligned her massive cock with her pussy and thrust her hips forward, sliding almost the entire length into her. The only reason it did not all go in was because it had collided with her cervix, which was part of the reason why she lost her ability to speak.
Her spine arched backwards, her head thrown rearwards, she mewled in unfathomable pleasure as Ashe started fucking her. The pale dame was really going at it, thrusting with ruthless power, as if she wanted to go balls deep, to break through Symmetra's cervical wall and shove her tip in the dark-skinned woman's womb.
Slapping sounds filled the room, as the rogue's balls collided with the architech's left thigh. Along with that, gasps and grunts came from the pale dame, her teeth ground firmly, her eyes narrowed in pleasure, while Symmetra moaned and wailed as her pussy got totally ravaged, the noise of sex was capable of eliciting elation within those who heard it while engaging in the activity that produced it. It was arousing, it was intense, it was lewd.
Going raw was even more obscene. Holding onto the dancer's right leg with both arms, using it as leverage, wildly thrusting her cock into that moist quim, Ashe was really enjoying the experience. The sensation of all those liquids over her shaft, the texture of Symmetra's folds, the way they squeezed and loosened, only to squeeze again, the warmth of her - it was incredible. She slammed against the architech's cervix, battering it brutally, expecting for it to give way any minute now.
"So- Haah- Hard-" Symmetra mewled, left arm against the wall, while her right arm was holding onto her right leg. Her mouth was perpetually open, her tongue was threatening to loll out, her eyes were filled with tears, her make-up was thoroughly ruined, and yet she looked incredible. Ashe felt herself getting more and more worked up over the appearance of this goddess before her, and she just kept increasing the pace.
"Yeah, you like that?!" She shouted, letting go of the dark-skinned woman's leg, with her left arm, and giving her jiggling rear another slap, this one more powerful than the previous two. That made the dancer gasp, as her pussy tightened, her orgasm threatening to rock her body once more.
Ashe kept going at it, hoping that once Symmetra came her brains out again, her cunt would loosen up enough for her to barrel through into her womb. She really wanted to hear the slapping sound of her pelvis slamming into the dancer's bubbly rear, she wanted to feel her pussy devouring the entirety of her cock, and she was going to get exactly that.
"Agh- Yes!-" The architech admitted, looking directly at Ashe, her eyebrows raised, her mouth agape, desire written all over her face. "-Fuck me- Ngh- More- Haah- Harder!" Symmetra wailed, her voice as sweet as nectar. The rogue slapped her ass again.
"Good! Get on the bed!-" Ashe commanded, pulling her violently throbbing cock out of her partner's quivering pussy, and guided her to the covers. "-Spread your legs… A split, yes! That ass…" The rogue spoke as Symmetra obeyed, getting on the bed, spreading her lower limbs as wide as she could, planting the heels of her feet at the edge of the mattress.
Her ass was slightly peeking off the rim, those massive cheeks appearing even larger, due to the manner in which her thigh meat was pushing them toward one another. Symmetra's arms held her upper body off the bed, her head and spine twisted as much as she could, her eyes hungrily looking for Ashe's juice-slathered cock.
"Fuck me!" She goaded, slightly shaking her rear, while the rogue looked with a pleased expression, stroking her girthy shaft.
Ashe made a step forward, aligned her gruesome schlong with Symmetra's pussy, proded at it lightly and grunted. Her hands grasped the dark-skinned woman's hips, the palms resting over her bountiful behind, and, using that as leverage, she thrusted.
"Nhoooh!-" Symmetra cried out in bliss, as the entirety of Ashe's cock slid inside of her, slamming against her cervix with a seemingly greater force than before. "-YES!" She wailed, feeling the bulging veins, the pulsating shaft, the heat of the blood coursing through it. Ashe moaned, grunted and groaned, panting and gasping in between each expression of the pleasure she felt as she railed her partner mercilessly.
WIth such great gusto was the pale dame plowing Symmetra's pussy, that her saggy balls swung like a pendulum, slapping against her own ass as she would thrust, then colliding with the shaft as she would pull out. The wet, slick noises produced by the dark-skinned woman's sodden quim as Ashe's cock slid in and out of it, the wobble of her spectacular, chocolate ass, the manner in which she had started speaking and expressing her desire - those things all started mounting.
They were evidently a sign of just how good it felt for her. Naturally, the rogue had no doubt that it was pleasurable - after all, for her, it was the best fucking she had ever given, because the sensations wracking her body were absolutely mind boggling. However, seeing proof of it - indication so great - was intensely stimulating. Not just because of the fact that Symmetra was behaving like a bitch in heat, but because of the fact that Symmetra, who had behaved so haughtily, in a sense, was now debased to such an extent.
"Open that fucking cunt up!" Growled Ashe, doing her best to pull the dark-skinned woman's body towards herself as she thrust into her, to increase the power of her assault on her cervix. She moved her entire body closer to Symmetra, pressing her breasts against the woman's back, leaning into her.
Reaching lower with her right arm, she found the architech's clit and started playing with it, all the while her tempo did not drop in the slightest. Her breathing grew more and more frenzied as she kept up her intense assault, doubling down on the roughness with which she stimulated Symmetra's clit. The dancer's entire body was shaking, the bed, to its credit, was not creaking, and her wails of bliss became louder and louder.
Her frame shuddered violently, and as Ashe thrust her cock into her, it went deeper. Passing through Symmetra's cervix almost threw the rogue over the edge, and she stopped moving, instead keeping her shaft hilted inside of the dark-skinned woman's pussy, the contractions of which seemed to be attempting to milk her member for all it was worth. The dancer threw her head back and screamed, with an indication of what had happened being the barrage of liquid that splattered over Ashe's inner thighs and ball-sack.
"Feels good, huh?-" The pale dame hissed through grit teeth, trying her damndest not to blow just yet. "-Wait 'till you feel it fillin' up with cum!" She spoke, promising her partner heaven, and pulled back, returning to her previous grip.
Symmetra did not even answer, for she was so overwhelmed by her climax, which was lasting a surprisingly long few seconds, that she was, once again, speechless. Ashe grasped her body firmly and pulled her cock out of her womb. Then, she thrust in.
The wet, immensely lecherous sound of her pelvis slapping against the dancer's magnificent rear was scintillating, at the very least. It was like a drug in its ability to elicit a recurrent desire to experience it again. Ashe gave in to that, and she pulled out, only to slam into Symmetra's ass again. Her balls flailed, slapping against the dark-skinned woman's sodden pussy, creating their own, lewd plap.
The rogue resumed the intense fucking, and she even increased the rapidity of her thrusts. Her cock was beginning to hurt from just how great her need to explode within Symmetra's warm quim was, her tip was so swollen it felt like it had grown two times bigger, her shaft's veins felt so furiously bulging that she imagined there was no doubt going to be a rupture any moment now, and yet that impossible elevation of sensation drover her to flex her pelvic floor muscles harder and harder, just so as to prolong that fantastic experience.
Inevitably, though, any muscle needs rest.
"I'm cumming!" She growled, her balls clenching, getting dragged up to the base of her shaft. Churning the white hot cum inside them, their ascent signified the beginning of Ashe's ejaculation.
"Yes!-" Screamed Symmetra, face half buried in the covers, hands gripping them tight. "-Fill me up!" Even before she managed to pronounce those words, Ashe's cock was throbbing with such obscene intensity that, had it not been shoved inside her, its tip would have been rubbing against its owner's upper abdomen.
The pressure was overwhelming. The insatiable desire had elevated itself to such a level that it seemed impossible to achieve a great enough satisfaction, and yet it came. Cum, thick, goopy and virile, sprayed forth from Ashe's gaping urethra, splattering onto the walls of Symmetra's womb. One blast, and, almost immediately after that, another. In volume, no lesser than the first.
Again and again, frothy white cum spurted out of Ashe's cock, and it slathered the insides of her partner thoroughly. The pressure of the ejaculation was so great that the cum wound up jetting out between the rogue's girthy shaft and Symmetra's pussy, straight onto the floor, the pale dame's balls or inner thighs.
Ashe's knees buckled, but she managed to stay upright. Her shaft felt as though it had been set on fire and then put out haphazardly. That sensitivity was making her feel such elation that she would be unable to stop herself, even if she tried.
She pulled out her cock out of the dancer's ravaged pussy, cum oozing out of it in the most lewd display Ashe had ever seen. The color of her semen, juxtaposed with the pigmentation of Symmetra's skin - that really made her feel hot and bothered. Hand wrapped around her shaft, she started jerking it.
"Flip over!" She demanded. To Symmetra's surprise, her partner was still rearing to go. The architech did as instructed, having already decided to go with the flow - which meant getting fucked so hard she would be walking in a strange manner for a week to come. She looked at Ashe's eyes, filled with lust, and could not help but smile in anticipation.
By the time they were done, the Sun was peeking over the horizon.