At first glance, Chun-Li was more stunned to just see Poison in the hotel than anything else. The hotel was generally far too nice and expensive of one to be the sort that the ex-Mad Gear would strut into the lobby. Or at least, that’s what she might have assumed, given her usual tastes. But then again, she had always been a bit of a wild card. A brash, absurd wild card, but–
H-Holy…!
When Chun-Li’s eyes wandered and noticed that prominent bulge in Poison’s shorts, she couldn’t help but stare. It was just so…so lewd and so large! Setting her magazine on her lap, she couldn’t help but think. Had Poison always been that hung? And…
Chun-Li swallowed hard. It wasn’t like her to think about things like this. Not when she was at a police conference and not…not ever, really. She was a trained warrior and a distinguished officer of the law. One of the best and brightest to serve with the ICPO.
And yet…
Chun-Li rubbed her thighs together, and listened to the soft sound her nylons pressed between them. Her panties felt damped and were only growing wetter. And at…at what? The crass ne’er-do-well that had just wandered into this hotel’s lobby? That hung, hard hooligan that that…
On uncharacteristically shaky legs, Chun-Li stood and approached the pink-haired beauty. “Hey…” She spoke in a low, lurid voice, unable to disguise how needful she felt at that moment. “Are you looking for some fun?”
What the hell am I saying?!
Poison just leered back at Chun-Li and took her by the arm. “Maybe. You got a room, or you wanna find a nice, quiet public toilet?”
*****
At first, Chun-Li wasn’t sure what the hell she was thinking. But as she escorted Poison through the lobby, drawing the eyes of curious, confused onlookers, she felt that maybe, for once, thinking didn’t matter. Maybe this was a flow she just needed to go with. And as she pictured Poison ramming her slit asshole with that big, needed cock…
Wait. Asshole? Chun-Li had never done anal.
Except for that one time in Shanghai. And that time in Bangkok. And that other time in Hong Kong. And that other other time in Hong Kong, and…
Memories of sexual trysts tallied in Chun-Li’s mind as she and her “guest” rode the elevator. For such a business-minded, professionally driven and law-abiding officer, she did take it up the ass a lot. But there was nothing wrong with that, was there? After all, she had an ass that was absolutely killer.
When the elevator arrived on Chun-Li’s floor with a ding, the officer of the law could only lick her lips in anticipation. Barely a word had been shared between the two of them since the lobby, but it didn’t seem words would be necessary. Chun-Li led the way down the hall as she pulled a keycard from her pocket, and noticed the sign on the door.
No smoking? Chun-Li rolled her eyes. Such a trite rule and soooooo easy to break. With a smirk, she unlocked the door, and then stepped inside.
“A–Oh!” She had only just begun to speak, to invite Poison in and get ready. But Poison apparently had her own plans. Chun-Li pressed one cheek and both of her breasts against the wall as Poison bent her over, her arousal dripping down her powerful thighs as the harlot with the raging hard-on tore away at the expensive skirt she owned specifically for conferences like the one at this hotel.
And though Chun-Li very easily could have fought back and kicked the ever-living shit out of Poison, she didn’t. She wanted this. She reveled in the very thought of it. Of this punk-ass bitch plowing her waiting asshole.
Chun-Li gasped as she felt that needy, hard shaft rub between her ass cheeks, and then flashed a knowing leer. That silly bitch was teasing her. “Hey,” she looked over her shoulder. “Did I invite you here to fuck my ass or give me a tickle?”
“What, not ticklish?” Poison asked. She returned Chun-Li’s leer with one of her own, and then leaned forward, pressing her bust into the horny police officer’s back. “How rough you want it?”
Chun-Li bit her lip. God that voice was such a turn-on. Just thinking about Poison was a turn-on! But did she need to ask? “You know how rough, bitch. Now give it up!”
“Heh…” Poison cackled, shifted her weight, and then…
“Ah!” Chun-Li pounded the wall as she felt the push of that poisonous cockhed into her ready and eager asshole. A part of her worried that it might hurt. That there was no way that her ass could take such a cock so easily. A part of her that thought, stupidly, that she was an anal virgin…for some reason.
But Chun-Li was anything but. She took Poison’s cock like the champion pro she was, and moaned as the pink-haired punk thrust into her. The sensation made her wet slit tingle and pulse, like every thrust pushed at something buried within her pelvis.
God, she needed this. She needed it bad. Stress from her everyday life, of her life in the ICPO, melted away as each thrust pushed her further away from those thoughts and responsibilities, and into something else. Something darker. Something lewder.
Something that was just much more her.
In the midst of Chun-Li’s reverie, of her gasping and increasingly whorish moaning, the business attire she had worn to the hotel melted away. Which, if she were aware of, she would have been fine with, because those clothes weren’t her.
No, she was a woman of gear like her black and gold fighting fucking dress that did nothing to hide her powerful hips and that strained to hold her imposing breasts. Huge, heavy, silicone-stuffed spheres bolted on that made her head look small. Her tits swelled with growth, pressing harder into the wall as she again slapped it, this time leaving punctures in the drywall from the spiked bracelet at her wrist.
It felt so…so…fucking…good. And yet she needed more. Her crotch ached as those heavenly, hellish thrusts pounded into her ass and continued to hammer something…somethings out the other end. Things large, and heavy, and that left her body and brain buzzing with an electric need to just come.
Chun-Li moaned. Screamed. She left more holes in the wall with her slaps. Her toes twitched and curled even as her sensible pumps grew into tall, pointed heels that screamed “FUCK ME” in all capitals as a command, not a request. The pressure in her hips only grew more intense as her once professional, tasteful makeup likewise grew heavy with dark shades of purple and violet.
She couldn’t take it. Not anymore. She needed that sweet, sweet sense of release before she fucking–
*POP!*
With a forceful, wonderful sense of relief, Chun-Li’s cock pushed out of her slit, followed by two heavy, spunk-filled balls before sealing up and leaving her with an inverted set of equipment. And not too soon, as it was at that moment that Chun-Li finally came.
In that screaming moment of orgasm, as Chun-Li splashed and sprayed the wall before her and she felt Poison’s own balls drain into her ass, she felt a delicious, delirious sense of rightness. She…she was…
Chunners was a whore. An uncompromising, unrepentant slut every bit Poison’s equal in ambition, morality, and of course, cock size. The streets of Hong Kong were rife with tales of her exploits, both sexual and criminal, and only a few of them were fabricated. The police? A bunch of useless fuckwit assholes, really.
As Chunners panted, and her hair fell from the well-maintained ox horns of some goody-goody into the long, midnight black curtain of a champion streetwalker and street fighter, she turned away from the thoroughly damaged and stained wall, and lunged at Poison. As she locked her lips with those of the pink-haired punk, she felt her rod rub against Poison’s own, and realized that even after all of that, she was still really, really hard.
“So…” Chunners purred, her voice and speech taking on the dialect of a whore with a poor grasp of English. “Pink-hair dickslut want Chunners cock, yes?”
Americans thought this brainless manner of speech was hot, for whatever reason, and Poison wasn’t immune to that. So why not lean into it? If it got her laid, Chunners was willing to speak that way all night long.
Sun May 29 18:49:45 2022