The amount of action Poison had gotten in the last few hours beggared belief. Even at her most party crazed, Mad Gear days when the booze and the babes (herself obviously counted there) had been aplenty she hadn’t had many nights as wild as this. That fight in the club earlier had gotten her motor running, and before she’d even known what was happening she was grinding cock to ass of a pretty number in a short skirt.
One that seemed to be smuggling her own secret weapon in her panties, though she’d been ready and willing to play catcher to Poison’s cock and damn had it felt good. Even now the memory had her prick stiffening, her spent balls churning… and the purple tinged light of corruption which had possessed her penis and made Jill Valentine grow the one Poison was thinking of sparking back into existence.
Of course it had done far more than that. Her morality, sense of self… tattered and rearranged into a bad cop bitch, on the take and eager to take it from up the ass if it would help her career or her underworld connections. New memories of combative camaraderie with the poisonous Mad Gear lady had found fertile ground in her altered psyche and Valentine’s life and existence was now a penned love letter for the seedy underside of the city, touched by pink lipstick and signed to the one and only Poison.
Not that she was aware of that, having only seen the end point of her corruption and barely aware of that initial burst of power that had run rampant through the once innocent and fully female lady police officer. Poison’s lusts had been hardly satisfied by that alone, her supernaturally enhanced refractory period soon leading to the fling with Mayfly, a neophyte gang-slut bottom bitch now quite lacking of a gang (and much of past, her previously humdrum and morally straight existence corrupted as surely as Jill’s had been but with less care as there had been less to work with).
Between two such encounters, club sex and sudden back alley BJ from Poison’s perspective though they were, that should have been enough to have her feeling like turning in for the night and calling it quits. But strange fortune (or a perverse and capricious power betwixt her legs) had other plans. And so it was that the hotel the taxi dropped her off at was a bit further than she’d planned, a bit nicer than she wanted…
And currently sat one Chun-Li, Interpol officer here for a bureaucratic conference, in the lobby and looking at a magazine as she waited for someone to arrive. Not Poison, though that meeting might be on the horizon, the sudden tingling in her crotch as she looked at the ample bosom of the Chinese beauty, constrained in the business casual, suit jacket open to show a blouse with a button or two popped as the air conditioner seemed to be on the fritz. A wide red belt cinched in the muscled waist and let those hips flare, showing assets of the strongest women in the world (a boost Poison still wanted to put to the test, her balls churning with supernatural potent spunk and extra-naturally tainted testosterone). Her skirt was long, but with hips like those it still showed a lot. Pantyhose going down to sensible heels and an outfit that was a far cry from her more traditional garb yet she somehow made it work.
Poison felt a burning, yearning desire to see it on the floor, her sweaty and gyrating upon her body. Or to have it stained with spunk, sweat, skirt hitched up and pantyhose torn loose as she rammed her hard (and getting harder) cock into the sloppy cunt-
Ass.
Her mind seemed to hitch on that, focus on it. Something about Chunners her demanded a good, hard ass fucking. Not her pussy, never her pussy (never again her pussy). She wanted to defile that ass, break it, break it in. Make her whine and moan like bitch as she was made to be Poison’s bitch…
Then maybe she’d let her ride on top of her (ride her). Toss off that business uniform for spikes and leather, or hell, just her old Chinese outfit. Bucking up and down on her hips, slamming into and out of-
Her.
Silly, she didn’t have anything, not unless she brought a strap on.
No, maybe it would be best if Poison focused on her, just really going to town on that ass. Feeling it give and conform to her cock (her rock hard, bulging erection, stretching shorts and tenting angrily as it did so). Striking down again and again till she taught her, till she made her have an orgasm from her ass.
Hell, she’d be her loyal little buttslut when she was done and-
Poison shook her head.
Where the hell had all THAT come from?
God, she was horny now, her cock utterly indecent in her tight shorts. Thankfully no one had noticed but-
Chun-Li was looking at her. Magazine laying down, catching Poison’s eyes, her flushed face… and her pale cheeks going a little red as she looked down and noticed the bulge in her shorts…
Poison swallowed, feeling like she had some control, for a moment, over her raging libido.
Sun May 29 15:54:40 2022