Master's Journey: Stranger in the Stacks #5

Author's Note: Choice last time was 3, to tease Masata into further action. Let's see how it worked out!

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‭That said, you can’t help but wonder how to deal with your end of the situation... so, naturally, you go with your gut. Of the skills you’ve managed to pick up wandering the countryside, not to manage at home with your people, foremost of them is most definitely ‘talking shit.’ It’s gotten you into more bad situations than it’s gotten you out of, but it always keeps things interesting. “You know, it’s b-been... what... nine days... ten...?” you groan, your voice wavering a little as you remain bent over, ass up, your slim girldick hanging inert between spread thighs, though you do feel a pulse of blood starting to flow into it. You clench your teeth a moment as Masata’s fingers push deeper into you, her motions now somewhere between exploring and pumping, working your tight ass open around the three digits invading you. “I’d love to know what you... t-think I’ve managed to keep in my ass all this time...” you swallow hard, then let out a little chuckle, trying not to moan outright. “Unless, of course, you don’t expect to find anything. Maybe... fffhhh... m-maybe you just wanted to have a little fun with my butt. I wouldn’t blame you.”

Masata pauses, sighs. “Don’t push your luck, no-val. Acting like I get any pleasure out of this isn’t going to get you anywhere -- I have procedure to carry out.”

“Damn, I wish my procedures involved stripping girls down, getting them all wet and slippery, and then shoving my fingers up their ass,” you bite back a chuckle that almost becomes a moan, though there’s no hiding the fact that you’re becoming more and more erect with every thrust of Masata’s fingers into you. What’s odd, is that even if you had anything hidden away, she would have found it by now -- she’s knuckle-deep already and her clinical exploration of your tight hole has transformed completely into smooth thrusts, gradually gaining speed. She’s indisputably finger-fucking you, and any claim otherwise is shameless denial. “Though, if I was gonna make shit up, I’d -- hnnnh! -- I’d probably just fuck her and c-call it a day, yeah? More satisfying for b-both of ya....”

“I assume that’s what you’d want?” Masata hisses under her breath, and you can hear her tone start to shift -- less cold and clinical, now taking on a passionate heat, lust and what you assume is genuine disgust finding synthesis within her. Her fingers are going faster now, any illusion that this is is at all necessary long since dispelled as she drills your tight little ass, your petite girldick now swollen to full life between your legs. “I’m nothing like you, no-val. I have actual taste, discipline. This is simply... simply procedure.” You clutch to your ankles, using your lanky figure and flexibility to take an upside-down peek at the officer ‘investigating’ your ass, and see exactly what you thought you would: that straining against the dark, pliable material beneath Masata’s composite armor, visible in the unprotected region of her inner thigh, is a girlcock of impressive size and stiffness, fully erect and desperate to escape its confines.

“Just because you have discipline doesn’t mean you have to use it all the time, luv,” you tease further, your breathing picking up more and more, doing your best to endure the rough fingering and enjoy it for what it’s worth -- but you feel the tension in your lower abdomen that’s become very familiar to you. The herald of an assgasm that, at this point, is well-earned. “Nice cock, by the way,” you continue, voice wavering, “shame you haven’t the dice to put it to any use.”

“You little brat,” you hear Masata hiss behind you, and, unexpectedly, her fingers slip free of your backdoor -- just as you were about to cum! -- and you hear the sounds of her rustling with her armor. In a moment, you hear her shatter-proof breastplate clatter to the ground, tossed a few feet away, one glove following, then the other. “You want to test me, no-val, I’ll show you just what it is you’re asking for. Maybe it’s better that I gave you something to remember me by.”

“Or something to come back for, if it’s any good,” you coo, knowing you have as much of an upper hand as can be had in such an objectively compromised position. “Think I could stand back up now?”

“You won’t be able to stand for a while, after this,” Masata growls, though you think she may be underestimating your amount of anal proficiency. The fingers were just a warm-up. With her armor plates removed, you hear her slipping off her undersuit, and you can’t help but look back between your legs to see what’s going on, and find the officer’s current state of dress more than a little enticing. To call yourself pleasantly surprised wouldn’t exactly be accurate, as Masata was clearly a looker even from first glance. Lean muscle underlays shallow curves, giving her the appearance of someone who is very active, but not rigorously so. Water from the shower has created a wet sheen over dark skin, her jet-black hair now let loose, spilling almost to the center of her back.

As she turns to you again, your eyes zero in on her penis, now given room to breathe, and even larger than you anticipated. Not comically so, but decidedly breaching what you would consider a human average... and you feel your mouth water. “Looks like you’re going to get what you wanted, no-val,” she snarls through her soft, odd accent.”

Question is, what exactly is it you want? There are a few ways you could go from here....

1) Act innocent, let her have her way with you

2) Go-time, baby! Pounce her!

3) Offer to suck her cock, that should help her get a little less aggressive.

4) Maybe she’d appreciate a titty-fuck? You don’t have much to offer, but you have some.

5) Compare cocks, that’s always funny.

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