Chapter 6: Victor
Emma Frost was bored. She had been waiting for her client to come for fifteen minutes now, but he was nowhere to be found. She stood up from the couch and paced back and forth restlessly. Emma was all sexed up and frustrated. She wanted to have sex. A valuable time was wasted like this. She could've have easily had another client instead but this hour was already reserved for a regular, who probably just didn't make it this time, and it was almost impossible to get a new one this fast. Emma didn't really care about the money, because she didn't do all of this because of that. She did it because she loved sex. She loved being a little, dirty slut. Sure, she could've chosen another club to be in to get more fucks, but only here she could do her tricks and not scare people away. Her special tricks were why men wanted her so much. Because no one else was like her. She was the fucking unique snowflake, and all that shit. When those men, those clients, came in, they knew that it was a freak show inside. Usually they were startled at first but eventually they were satisfied with whatever came by. The normal prostitutes would be out of job in no time.
"Victor!" Emma hollered, pointing her head out behind the curtains. Victor Creed, also known as Sabretooth, was guarding the doors in the distance. He turned his head towards Emma's corner. "Anything?" she wanted to know.
Victor knew she was still waiting and shook his head because there was no one waiting for her there. Emma sighed with frustration. Victor watched her. She looked so sad to him and he didn't want to see someone so beautiful with such a sad expression on her face.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, with his husky voice.
"Sure, come here and fuck me", Emma joked but was not amused. In fact, she frowned. She backed down and went back to sitting on the couch. She was partly leaning and partly just lying down. Emma tugged her hand inside her panties and started to fondle herself. I guess this is better than nothing... she thought, but knew nothing could compare to a real cock.
"Were you kidding...?" she could hear a voice and glanced towards the curtains. Victor was standing there, popping his head in. Emma didn't mind that he saw her with her hand between her legs.
"I don't know... Do you want to?" Emma shrugged, biting her lip a little bit when she touched the gentle flesh teasingly. Victor watched as her hand travelled inside of her and out. He was enjoying watching her.
"Do I have to pay?" Victor asked and Emma brought her hand out, licking her fingertips.
"I don't care. This one's the house, I guess", Emma said as her hopes were getting higher with Victor's words. She knew Victor was kind of self-centered but according to his reputation, he could fuck like an animal. His stamina was one of the best. One of the things that Emma and Victor had in common was the fact that they both loved sex.
"Well, in that case", Victor stepped in, making sure no one saw him, "let's get down to business then."
Victor jerked Emma up. Emma gave him a furious look.
"Don't do that", Emma said, sounding like she was angry. "You don't have to make me come to you, I want to come to you anyway."
"A guy can never be too sure", he grinned, revealing his pointy teeth. "Do you need these?" Victor came closer and before she could ever say something, he ripped the lingerie off from her with his razor sharp fingernails. Emma looked down at her bare body.
"I guess not then", she blurted. He pushed her against the couch and she jumped back a bit. Victor was fast to undress himself and Emma adjusted her blond hair better, trying to realize what had just happened. He had shoved her, he really wasn't kidding with this.
"Do you like it rough?" he asked, walking towards her and she could barely make a sound when he already grabbed her and turned her around, making her lay on her stomach. Emma had hard time keeping up with all of this but she didn't want to show it. She was a profesional, for fuck's sakes. She had to put up with all kind of shit every day. This wasn't even the worse kind. This was kind of exciting. Usually it was her who took the charge but this time Victor was in command.
"That's the only way to do it", Emma believed. She could hear Victor making a pleased sound as he adjusted her against the couch, lifting her ass up and helping her legs apart. Emma grabbed the back rest as he dived in, his tongue coming in first, tasting her eager pussy. Emma closed her eyes, feeling the sensation that made her shiver.
"Oh, fuck yeah..." she sighed and Victor kept penetrating her with the tongue. The taste of the wet pussy entered his mouth and he loved it. Nothing could taste better than a woman. Emma pressed her breast against the soft texture of the couch, welcoming his intrusive tongue in. It slid in and out, venturing the spot between the lips. Emma bestowed her fingers down and fondled herself too again as he kept going. "Yeah, just like that..."
When her pussy was tripping wet, Victor stood up and took his hard dick in his hand, coming closer to her and pushed it in. Emma leaned towards, almost like escaping from his huge member but then the skin around the hole gave in and the cock entered in. The dick slid down the vagina, getting to know its track, and then soon after slid back out little bit, to make sure the fraction was good. Victor kept Emma's hips steady, making her feel this like he wanted it. Emma looked over his shoulder and saw how Victor was watching his dick in full action. Then when it seemed like she was ready to be fucked, Victor kept thrusting in with more force. Emma closed her eyes and started the wailing.
Yes, this was exactly what I wanted, yesyes... she kept thinking as he went on, keeping her still as he mauled her with his shaft. Emma moaned against the wall, when she could feel his hands running towards her tits. He grabbed them tightly, leaning a little bit against her and thrusted himself deeper and deeper with fast pace. Emma screamed as there was nothing else to do. It didn't take long before she came but he still went on. His stamina lived by its reputation.
After a while, he stood up again and thrusted himself in couple of times, before releasing his load inside of her. He gnarled and then slid the cock out. The cum dripped out and he watched the piece of art he had just created. A pussy, red from all the fucking, and white, warm sperm pouring out. What could be better than that.