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Weiss tightened her grip on the steering wheel as she carefully navigated her way through the darkened streets of Night City. She made sure to keep her eyes out for any suspicious characters who might recognize her and believe her to be an easy payday.
The white-haired woman was the heiress to a very lucrative medical company in Canada. They were for all intents and purposes the Canadian version of Meditech, and as such had a lot of eddies to spend, and by extension so did she.
Or at least she did
When Weiss had moved to Night City several years ago, she had been cut off from her family's funds. Her father had believed her move had been a result of teenage rebellion and had attempted to ‘stick it to her' by making sure she had no assistance from the family company. She had been disowned in all but name.
Jokes on him, because now, only a few years later, Weiss had made somewhat of a name for herself as a solo mercenary. It had even gotten to the point that the bouncer at the Afterlife knew her name! That's how you knew you were entering the big leagues.
Though recently, she had been having trouble accruing funds and keeping them. Her apartment in Corpo Plaza was not cheap in any sense of the word, and add in to her admittedly lavish tastes in most things, she was spending eddies almost as fast as she was making them. She had been taking on more and more dangerous gigs recently in an attempt to rectify this, which led her to her current one. Though she was currently having second thoughts.
Since moving to Night City, Weiss had somehow managed to stay away from the seedier districts such as Wattson and Pacifica, and thus had little experience with the goings on there.
Now, as she drove through the ill-lit streets of Wattson, she could see she made the right choice to stay away.
Gang affiliations were openly displayed, Tyger Claws and Maelstrom members were practically warring in the streets. Gunshots had become very prevalent the further she drove, gunfights in alleyways and under bridges a now common occurrence, and the heiress was pretty sure she saw a dead body curled up beside those two garbage cans.
Oh wait, no they were just humping the trash bag sitting next to it in a drug induced stupor.
She shuddered in revulsion, gripping the wheel of her Quadra tightly and turning her eyes back to the road as she neared her destination. She really hoped her partner for this gig was at least somewhat sane.
Weiss normally didn't do partners. Her specialties lied in getting in and out of the mission area silently, completing her objectives without being seen or heard. In Night City, that was practically asking to remain unknown, something most edgerunners didn't want.
Weiss’s experience with partners usually went as such: She would meet them, they would laugh at her ideas. They would rush into the mission area and be killed, and she would be forced to complete the objective with her enemies on high alert. It was a constant headache, and most were starting to realize that doing gigs with her normally ended with her partner's deaths.
Yes, it was just best for her to go alone on gigs. Better for everyone that way
Unfortunately, when she had insisted she take on the gig alone, her fixer had just laughed at her. Literally laughed at her. Like she was some rookie instead of the biggest up-and-coming infiltration specialist in the city.
Weiss had practically stormed out of the Afterlife, barely pausing to receive the details of the gig as she made her way out. She was furious with the treatment and even more angry that she couldn't afford to refuse. She needed the money if she wanted to get that cyberdeck upgrade she’d had her eyes on.
And now here she was, making her way through one of the more dangerous districts of the already dangerous Night City in the middle of the night as she went to meet her partner at her apartment.
Weiss had been unable to find much information on this ‘Rebecca’. What little was on record was interesting but ultimately useless.
She was a part of a relatively small edgerunner group underneath Maine, a chrome junkie who was quickly heading down the path to Cyberpsychosis. The crew used to be employed by the fixer known as Faraday, but cut ties with him several years ago after a job went bad and one of their members, a David Martinez, was killed.
Rebecca herself had begun to take more solo gigs after that, and had quickly built up a reputation similar to Weiss’s own, only in the opposite direction. Where Weiss was quiet, Rebecca was loud. Where Weiss left her opponents unaware she was ever there, Rebecca ensured there was nobody left to know she was there. They were polar opposites in nearly every way apart from their efficiency, and Weiss was unsure how this partnership would play out.
‘I guess I'm about to find out…’ she thought to herself as she parked outside of her destination. Like all buildings in this part of night City, Rebecca’s apartment was a run down building made of faded concrete absolutely covered in graffiti. The several people who were loitering outside gave her odd looks as she passed by them to enter, probably unused to seeing someone in a stark white suit and high heels in this part of the city.
The inside of the building wasn't any better than the outside. Trash littered the stairway and Weiss pointedly made sure not to touch the rusty handrail as she ascended. Who knew what kind of diseases could be attached to it?
She was saved from a long trek through the building as her partner's apartment was only on the second floor. It took only moments to find the right room number and knock on the door.
After several seconds of waiting, the door to the apartment opened, and Weiss’s eyes went wide as her gaze alighted upon the woman who opened it and what she was wearing. Or more specifically, not wearing.
The woman was short, that was the first thing Weiss noticed. So short in fact, that she barely came up to Weiss’s shoulders. Which was odd because while the heiress may have been wearing high heels, she still wasn't tall in any sense of the word.
The second thing she noticed was that the woman was completely naked apart from a jacket she had thrown over her shoulder. Every inch of her body was laid bare for Weiss’s wide eyes. Small breasts capped by pale nipples, and a hairless slit between her plush thighs that Weiss couldn't help but imagine wrapped around her head.
The woman's nakedness brought Weiss to the third thing she noticed. The woman's skin. It was clearly custom, mostly pale blue with pink decals in multiple places, the most apparent being the one on her stomach in the shape of a stylized ram’s skull. It was a more extreme modification, much more extreme than Weiss herself would ever consider, but it suited the woman well. Very well.
And the last (and arguably most important) thing that Weiss noticed, was that the woman was currently holding the barrel of a pink and green shotgun to her face.
Weiss’s eyes widened before narrowing, her cyberdeck immediately whirring to life within her skull as she began queuing up quickhacks for use. Sonic Shock, Reboot Optics, and a Short Circuit thrown in for good measure. This person would be on the floor before their fingers had the chance to twitch around the trigger.
The blue-skinned woman was saved from a fried frontal lobe as her colorful eyes widened in recognition as that alighted on Weiss’s face. She lowered the shotgun, narrowing her eyes at the other woman.
“Oh, it's you.” She sounded both unhappy and resigned and Weiss suddenly got a bad feeling about this prospective partnership, “I didn’t think you’d actually show up.” She shrugged, gesturing behind her with the gun, “Well come in I guess. Don't bother taking your shoes off or anything. This place definitely ain't fancy enough for it.”
Rebecca, because who else could this have been, turned around and walked back into her apartment. In the process, she gave Weiss a full view of her bare behind as she didn’t even bother attempting to hide her nakedness. Her pale blue hair fell down just below a rather plush ass that practically begged to be squeezed, and the Schnee gulped as she felt her little problem make itself known.
While in her mother's womb, Weiss had been subject to genetic modification by her father's company in an attempt to increase her lifespan. While nobody was sure if the experiments had worked in that regard, it had certainly had some effects.
Namely, Weiss had been born with a fully functional cock and balls. It had been both a gift and a curse, bringing no small amount of pleasure and grief through her late teenage and adult life.
It was currently doing more of the latter than the former, and the heiress gulped again as her erection strained against her thigh, trying to tear its way through her white suit pants. This could be bad.
She just barely managed to adjust herself to hide said erection as her host turned around. She noticed Weiss loitering by the doorway and scowled, “Well? What are you waiting for? Get in here! You don't expect me to take your coat or something like that do you? This ain't a corpo suite Princess, there's no room service here.”
Her comment broke Weiss out of her daze, caught staring at the woman's admittedly exotic body. She cleared her throat, “Ah, yes. My apologies, I am unused to… all of this really.” She apologized as she stepped inside.
As Weiss took in the apartment, Rebecca snorted, literally throwing her shotgun on the floor and eliciting a grimace from the heiress in the process, “Yeah, no shit.”
Weiss frowned at the rude remark. She should have guessed by the woman's general demeanor that she would be less than polite, but she had dated to hold out hope. She took a deep breath, resolving to stay polite in the face of the other woman’s rudeness, “Yes, well it is a pleasure to meet you Rebecca-”
“Yeah no.” Rebecca interrupted her with a scowl and Weiss wondered if she should just turn around and walk out the door that instant, “Don't call me that. You sound like my mom. Hate that bitch.”
Weiss opened and closed her mouth soundlessly, “Then what should I refer to you as?” She finally asked.
The short woman gave her a shrug, “Call me Becca. If we're gonna be doing gigs together you can call me by name I guess”
Actually, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all. “Very well then.” Weiss agreed with a small smile, “Then you can call me Weiss. It's a pleasure to meet you.”
Becca nodded absently as she made her way over to the couch, scratching her head absently, “Sure thing Princess. Whatever you say.”
Or maybe not.
Weiss just barely refrained from scowling at Becca as the woman planted herself on the couch. She stretched her arms above her head with a groan, giving Weiss ample view of her body in the process and whatever Weiss was about to say disappeared from her mind as she took in the woman’s plush thighs and semi-toned stomach. She gulped dryly.
“Y-yes well,” Weiss stuttered as she tried to keep her mind free of dirty thoughts with little success, “I suppose we should begin preparing for the gig right? It would be better if we knew each other's skill sets ahead of time to prevent any confusion. I am netrunner who mostly specializes in-”
“Yeah yeah.” Rebecca interrupted her, much to her chagrin. The woman lounged back on her sofa, giving Weiss a choice view between her legs as she splayed them, “Wakako already gave me all the deets. You're some kind of big shot netrunner who's really good at sneaking or whatever. Big deal. How good are you with a gun?”
Weiss took a deep breath to calm herself. “I am more than adequately skilled in a variety of firearms.” She spoke tightly.
Becca snorted, “I am more than adequate, she says. I didn't ask if you were adequate. I asked how good you are. Whatever floats your boat though I guess.” As she said this, she skipped off of the couch, walking across the room to her shotgun.
And as Weiss wondered if she should just turn around and walk out of the apartment and call it a night, Becca bent over at the waist.
Any thoughts of leaving fled Weiss's head as she was gifted with the incredible sight of the short woman’s ass pointed straight at her. Becca’s plush thighs perfectly framed her large asscheeks, lifting the already perky mounds of flesh even further and making it look even more enticing. Weiss wondered what the woman would look like in a pair of thigh-high stockings. She shuddered as heat raced through her body at the thought.
And as Becca turned and walked to place the gun back onto the table, she gave Weiss a perfect view of her front in the process, causing another pulse of heat to surge through the heiress once more.
This was becoming an issue. Weiss could barely think with all the blood rushing from one head to the other. She needed to put a stop to this before something bad happened.
“I don't mean to sound rude,” Weiss spoke, moistening her suddenly dry lips as the other woman turned back to face her, “But could you please put on some clothes?”
“Huh? Why would I?” Becca scowled at her, crossing her arms under her relatively small chest and cocking her hip, “This is my house, Princess. I can be naked if I want to.”
Weiss tried to tear her eyes away from the other woman's exotic skin to no avail, “I just dont think it's appropriate is all. And it is rather…distracting.”
Becca stared at her in confusion, before her gaze slowly started to lower…and lower, before stopping suddenly with wide eyes.
Weiss stared at the woman in confusion, ‘What is she…?’ she followed her gaze, freezing as she realized what Becca was staring at, ‘Oh dear.’
It seemed that while she was busy staring at the other woman's body, her body had continued pumping blood to her lower extremity. Her white pants bulged outwards massively, hinting to anyone who had a brain exactly what lay beneath.
Becca certainly had a brain, and it took her less than two seconds to realize exactly what was happening.“Well would you look at that…” She smirked as she slowly walked her way over to the stunned woman.
Becca grinned meanly as she grabbed ahold of Weiss’s bulge, causing the white-haired woman to freeze in shock, “Figures that a corpo like you would need the latest implant to even try to please a woman. How much did this thing cost anyway? Mr Studd’s don’t come in this size unless you get them custom made.”
Weiss was completely mortified at what was happening. She had come here to meet someone she had been told was a professional, and now she was being practically molested by a woman who barely came up to her shoulders. A very naked woman who barely came up to her shoulders. This was like something out of a smutty BD!
And yet, despite the mortification she was feeling, Weiss still had her pride. And said pride was flaring its head at the short woman's insinuation.
“Excuse me!?” She glared down at the edgerunner even as her very real cock throbbed in the woman's grip, “I'll have you know that over eighty percent of my body is completely natural! The only implants I possess are the ones reinforcing my musculature and bones, as well my cyberdeck!”
Becca snorted in disbelief, still not removing her hand from Weiss’s bulge, “Uh-huh. Sure thing Princess, and you expect me to believe this thing is completely natural? Pfft, please.”
“It is!” Weiss wasn't sure why she was defending the fact so vehemently, nor why she had yet to remove Becca's hand from her crotch, “I would never stoop so low as to buy such a-a vulgar implant! And stop calling me that!”
“Oh really?” Becca gave her a sharp grin and Weiss suddenly got a really bad feeling, “Then I guess you won’t mind if I see for myself!”
Becca suddenly grabbed hold of the waistband of Weiss’s pants, managing to dig her fingers into her boxers as well, and pulled them around her ankles in one fell swoop.
Weiss’s cock sprang from its confines like it had been waiting for this moment all its life, and she gasped as her heated prick was suddenly exposed to the chill air of the apartment. Below her Becca gave a short gasp of her own as the cock swung upward, smacking the woman in the chin.
“Holy shit…” Becca whispered out. She stared down at the massive tool with wide eyes, barely able to believe what her optics were telling her. This cock, this monstrous slab of meat, was all natural. Absolutely no cyberware could be detected.
Weiss couldn't believe this was happening. Her mind had frozen in horror as her secret was exposed to open air, and she proverbially blue screened as she watched Becca lean forward to get a better look at the heavy tool between her legs. And as her senses slowly came back to her, they did so with another emotion just as strong as the mortification she had been feeling just moments ago.
Rage. Pure. Lust-filled. Rage.
“I-uh, I guess you really weren’t kidding huh?” Becca stuttered out as she inspected the pale prick before her. It was massive and intimidating, nearly thirteen inches long and over three inches wide. She couldn’t believe that something like this could possibly be natural. The two massive balls swinging below the shaft were equally as intimidating, and Becca swallowed thickly as she imagined trying to take something like that inside of her.
Becca had seen some big cocks in her life, there wasn't a gonk in Night City who didn't at least think about getting a Mr Studd implant to increase their size. And yet even considering this, the white-haired corpo was bigger than all of them by a large margin, and Becca was suddenly starting to second guess her decisions.
The whole thing twitched angrily, thick veins pulsing along the shaft as the head of the cock pointed right at her face like a snake ready to bite. It throbbed, the bulbous head turning red as even more blood was forced to it and it… was it getting bigger!?
Her thoughts were cut off by a pair of slender hands grasping the sides of her head, “What the hell-?” She managed to get out before they pulled her forward towards the owner’s body.
Weiss groaned out as she forced Becca to throat her cock. The woman gagged and sputtered, slapping her thighs in protest, but Weiss just tightened her hold, glaring down at the woman.
“Oh I don't think so!” She snarled as she continued to jam her cock downward, “You wanted a look at my cock right? Well then look.”
Becca’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as more and more of Weiss’s cock was forced down her throat, drool leaked from her mouth as it was held open by the massive tool lodged inside. After several moments, her nose bumped into Weiss's pelvis, the entirety of her cock having been successfully slotted down her throat.
Weiss took a moment to just revel in the feeling. She looked down at Becca with a flushed grin, absolutely loving the sight of this woman who had been a pain in her ass since she walked in the room, throating her cock like a well trained slut.
She chuckled, grinding Becca’s face against her crotch, “Have you gotten a close enough look yet? Still believe it's an implant?” she taunted.
The woman didn't respond but then, Weiss hadn't expected her to be able to speak with something that massive constricting her airflow. Oh well, she was pretty sure she got her point across.
Below her, Becca slowly regained her senses. The blue-skinned woman glared up at her through teary eyes but made no move to drag herself off of Weiss. Oh she didn't help in any way, but she wasn't resisting anymore either. In fact, apart from the fact that she was currently flipping her off with both hands, Weiss would have said Becca was content with her cock shoved down her throat.
Well if the woman wasn't going to stop her, Weiss wasn't going to hold herself back either.
She levered her hips upwards, before slamming them back down, her cock soaring back into Becca's tight throat as the woman gagged around her. Weiss leaned forward, looming over the short woman as she began thrusting her hips in earnest, trying her best to force all thirteen inches of her cock into the woman’s esophagus.
The wet sounds of her cock hammering into Becca's throat was like music to her ears. Weiss tightened her grip on the woman's hair as she got into her groove. Her hips beat a steady pace, her full balls slapping against Becca's chin with every thrust she made and soon enough, she felt her peak approaching.
“Fuck, here it comes!” She groaned out. She thrust down into Becca's throat several more times, before finally hitting herself to the base, her hands clenching against Becca's scalp as she held her to the base of her cock. Her balls clenched as she came, jet after jet of hot come soaring down her shaft to deposit itself in the slut’s stomach.
Becca slapped Weiss’s thighs in an attempt to get some air, but the woman was too far gone. She had no choice but to sit there and deal with it as the heiress shot her thick load down her throat. She gagged as the cock inside of her continuously pulsed, throbbing as it pumped shot after shot of hot semen down her throat.
The edgerunner didn't even know it was possible to have this much cum in your body. It was like there was a firehouse inside of her throat, spewing liquid at a pace only comparable to a dam being burst, and she swallowed reflexively around Weiss cock as her stomach was filled to bursting.
And then, just when she thought she wouldn't be able to take any more, the torrent stopped. Weiss sighed above her as she thrust her hips lightly, jerking the last of her load into Becca's throat. She slowly pulled her hips back, groaning as Becca's throat massaged her along the way, before finally extracting her entire cock from her throat.
The short woman coughed and gasped as she was finally allowed air and Weiss stared down at her without a hint of regret. The woman deserved it for the way she had been speaking to her, and from the fact that Weiss could literally see the woman's juices spearing her thighs, she had a feeling Becca enjoyed it almost as much as she had.
And yet, even though Weiss had just blown the fattest load she had in years, she was still hard as a rock and had a feeling that her erection wouldn't go down anytime soon.
Luckily, she still had a perfectly usable fleshlight right in front of her.
Weiss bent down grabbed Becca under the shoulders, ignoring the woman's yelp of surprise and, using her superior strength, tossed her onto the couch.
Becca landed with a grunt. She looked up to find Weiss making her way over toward her and grinned in spite of the heiress's rough treatment. She was wet as fuck right now and needed something deep inside her, something that the woman definitely had. That didn't mean she was gonna make it easy for Weiss though, “What? You gonna fuck me now? Pfft, I doubt you even have a drop left after that. Really it's pathetic that you blew your load after only a few minutes in my throat. Talk about a one-pump-chump.” She goaded.
Weiss had had it with this bitch’s mouth. She brought her hands down and wrapped them around Becca's slender neck, “Do you ever just shut up!!” She snarled down at the woman whose multicolored eyes stared defiantly into her own.
“F-fuck you Princess. From what I've seen, you can't even properly use that cock you’re so proud of…” Becca choked out as Weiss's fingers tightened around her neck. Weiss’s eyes widened, before narrowing at the woman's taunt.
She leaned forward, bringing her lips inches from Becca's face as she glared at the woman, “How about I show you just how good I am at using it then?” She challenged. The heiress moved her hips forward, and smirked victoriously as the other woman's eyes widened as the tip of her cock reached well past her bellybutton.
Becca swallowed hard enough that Weiss could feel it, continuing to defiantly stare up into her eyes, “Bring it on choom.” She whispered with a smirk, “I'm not afraid of any corpo Princess who can't even choke a bitch properly.”
Weiss had been trying not to cause the other woman any unnecessary harm, but at her whispered words, she decided that clearly Becca didn't deserve a bit of her mercy.
The heiress tightened her grip around her neck, making sure to apply pressure in the proper places on the sides of her throat as she stared down at the woman's shocked expression with a stern glare, “Fine then. Have it your way.”
She moved backwards, keeping one hand on Becca's neck as she lined herself up with the woman's shockingly soaked pussy, “Just know that you asked for this.” and shoved herself inside.
Becca gasped out around Weiss's hand, her vision went white as the heiress's massive cock speared its way into her soaked pussy. Her legs spread wide as her body welcomed the intrusion, and she was pretty sure she came as she was immediately filled to the brim.
Weiss herself was experiencing something very similar. Her cock felt like it was being squeezed from all sides by a velvet vice, the mercenary’s cunt massaging her cock in a way she didn't know was possible. “Fuck!” She moaned out, “You're so fucking tight!”
“Don't just fucking sit there with your dick inside me you gonk!” Becca barely managed to say. She glared at Weiss even as the heiress brought her other hand back to its place around her neck, “I thought you were gonna show me how you fuck a bitch.” She gasped before smirking, “Or were you just all talk after all?”
Weiss couldn't believe the other woman's audacity. Here she was, stuffed full of cock with a pair of hands around her neck, and she still had the gall to be so cheeky!? Her hands tightened around the woman's throat, stopping her as she went to say something else. Weiss glared down at her, raising her hips off of the couch and dragging herself out of Becca’s squeezing tunnel, before SLAMMING them back down and spearing her again.
“Who the hell do you think you are!?” Weiss snarled as she began to fuck the woman under her at a rapid pace, “I tried to be polite! Tried not to speak my mind in regards to your mannerisms! And what do I get in return? Insults and borderline sexual assault! Well no more! I’ve had it!”
Becca tried to say something, but Weiss merely squeezed her hands, cutting off her words in her throat, “You don't get to speak! I've had enough of your snide remarks. Now you're gonna sit there and get fucked like the slut you are!”
Becca’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as Weiss fucked her into the couch cushions. One of her hands came up to hold Weiss's wrists, but instead of attempting to pull the heiress's hands away from her throat, she instead pushed them down harder. Weiss obliged the woman's silent request, choking her harder.
Becca's pussy squeezed down tighter around her cock, and Weiss suddenly realized that it had become a lot easier to slam herself inside. She grinned as she realized that the other woman had just cum from being choked and she immediately increased the speed of her thrusts.
The couch banged against the wall with the force of her motions, and Weiss briefly worried that they would be heard before she put it out of her mind. Let them hear. Hell, let the whole hotel hear her breed this slut, it made no difference to her.
“Y-you know,” the woman under her spoke shakily as Weiss pounded into her. Weiss loosened her girl ever so slightly, allowing her to speak more clearly, “I was trying to just get you wound up so you'd leave my apartment. I didn't expect you to fuck me into my couch.”
Weiss stared down at her in confusion, not slowing her pace in the slightest as she unraveled the woman's words. It clicked, what she was getting at, “You mean you were teasing me on purpose!?”
Becca grinned, eyes flashing maliciously, “Duh Princess. I clocked that cock of yours the moment you walked in the door. You're wearing fuckin suit pants. Really living up to the ‘term corpo suit's’ huh?”
As Weiss came to terms with that statement, Becca flexed, squeezing Weiss’s cock deliberately and making the white-haired woman moan out. Becca gave her a cocky grin, “You're not done are you? Or are you one of those people who can't fuck for more than five minutes without needing a fluffer?”
Weiss grinned heatedly as she decided to prove the woman wrong. She retightened her hold around Becca's neck, lifting her hips once more and slamming them back down onto the other woman's.
She decided to forgo building up her pace, instead choosing to go full force from the get-go. Her cock slammed into the woman's tight cunt again and again, rapidly plunging in and out of that velvet tunnel as she gave the slut below her everything she had.
She stared down at Becca with heated eyes, enjoying the way the other woman squirmed and gasped around her cock. Her blue skin was shiny with sweat, the LED lights of the room playing a show on the slick surface every time she writhed with pleasure.
Becca's legs wrapped around her as the woman came powerfully. Her eyes went wide and she let out a soundless gasp that Weiss could feel under her fingers. Her pussy clenched down around the heiress's cock, and Weiss felt sweat bead on her own brow as she continued sawing her cock in and out of the clenching tunnel
She looked down, moaning as she saw the outline of her cock appear on the woman's abdomen, something she knew was only possible due to Becca's modifications. She angled her hips, her hands pulling Becca's upper body off of the bed and towards her as she adjusted her grip on the woman, grabbing her by the arms.
She turned and slid off the couch, Becca's legs tightening around her compliantly as she rose to her full height. She wrapped her arms around the woman's body, fingers digging into her plush ass, and began pounding upwards into her cunt.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Becca chanted it like a mantra as Weiss bottomed out in her again and again, the woman jackhammering her pussy like it owed her money. she gasped and moaned as she came over and over again, losing count after three consecutive orgasms. Gods, how the fuck was she going to go back to a vibe after this?
As she approached her peak, Weiss turned and slammed Becca back onto her couch. She brought her hands back to the woman's throat, fingers retaking their previous positions as Becca groaned in bliss as her airflow was constricted once more.
“Fucking take it!” Weiss snarled as she slammed herself home one last time. Her fingers squeezed the sides of Becca's throat just as the woman's pussy squeezed her cock as she came. Torrents of cum began flooding the woman's abused pussy, painting her insides white as Weiss bent over her in rapturous bliss.
Becca was pretty sure she had never cum so hard in her life. Her entire body shook like she was having a seizure at her release, and if it weren't for the hands around her throat she was pretty sure she would be squealing at the top of her lungs.
This woman was pushing all her button's like she had a fucking manual! Even Becca didn't know she liked being choked! Who gave a shit if this woman was a corpo, she was definitely keeping her around if her cock could do this to her!
As Weiss orgasm slowed to a stop, Becca groaned at how incredibly full she felt. This woman must have some sort of drug that made her cum like a horse, because it felt like she had just pumped gallons into her pussy. And if what the whited-haired woman said was true, it was all natural. Yeah, she was definitely keeping her around.
Weiss thrusts a couple more times panting hotly as she ensure she had emptied every bit of her load inside of Becca, before slowly pulling out of the woman's abused pussy, groaning in satisfaction and letting go of the woman's neck as her cock slipped out, a flood of semen following immediately afterwards.
As Weiss's hands left her throat, Becca coughed, bringing a hand up to lightly massage the abused muscles, “Damn,” She coughed, grinning up at the other woman as Weiss looked back in slight guilt, “guess you really aren't all talk after all. I haven't been fucked like that in…ever.”
As Weiss opened her mouth to apologize for her roughness, Becca flipped herself onto her hands and knees and pointed her ass towards the heiress. The white-haired woman’s words died in her throat as Becca planted her upper body on the couch, reaching back and spreading her asscheeks, giving Weiss a perfect view of her pink asshole as her pussy leaked leftover cum onto the cushions.
Becca grinned back at her, mischievousness written on nearly every inch of her features, “Think you got one more in the tank? I haven’t had anything in this hole in a while either and I’m dying to get filled up.” Her grin became more sharp, “Unless you’re too prim and proper to fuck me in the ass, Princess.”
And how could she say no to that?
Weiss practically surged forward, lining her cum-soaked cock up with Becca's hole. She didn't give the woman any time to get herself ready, immediately plunging inside with a thrust of her hips.
“Ooooohhh fuck!” Becca groaned as her ass was filled to the brim and beyond. Behind her, Weiss panted heavily at the incredible feeling of the woman's snug asshole hugging her cock. If her pussy was like a vice, then her ass was like a hydraulic press squeezing down around herbfrom all sides. It was only thanks to the lubrication on her cock that she was even able to enter at all
Weiss grinned sharply as she leaned down, her breath hot in Becca's ear, “Mark my words. Before we are done here…” She thrust hard into the woman's ass, reveling in the gasp produced, “I am going to make you Scream. My. Name.” She punctuated each word with another thrust.
And throughout the next two hours, she proceeded to attempt to do just that. Any time Becca's throat was free from Weiss hands and fingers, it was vibrating from her moans and gasps. They fucked on nearly every surface of the apartment; tables, couch, walls, even the kitchen sink, nothing was spared from their lewd activities.
By the time they finally migrated to the bed, Weiss had pumped so many loads into the short woman that she was pretty sure she classified as a liquid by the sheer volume of cum in her body.
After all was said and done, Weiss had left Becca laying on her bed in a stupor, the woman well and truly fucked stupid by the heiress's cock while said heiress raided her cabinets for something energizing. Normally she wouldn't have dared to stop so low as to actually steal from someone's abode, but she was well past the point of caring.
On the bed, Becca moaned as she slowly came to her senses. She looked around, wondering exactly why she felt like she had just jilled for a straight week, before a surge of memories flooded her head.
She looked over to find Weiss, naked from the waist down and cock swinging between her legs as the woman fiddled with her coffee maker. “Don't use any of the good beans.” Becca called out to her.
Weiss snorted, “You don't have any good beans. But don't worry, I'll replace whatever I use.”
Becca grinned at the woman's tone. Looked like the heiress had loosened up by loosening her up. Good, she hated that stuffy polite attitude the woman had before. Reminded her of Faraday, the bastard.
Becca slowly sat up, groaning as she brought a hand to her stomach, “Holy shit, I feel so full. You cum way too much Princess.” She complained.
Weiss didn’t even have it in her to complain about the woman’s nickname, she merely gave a very unladylike grunt as she poured her coffee into a mug she had borrowed from Becca’s cabinet. She took a sip, grimacing at the taste of the cheap synthetic beans that were all too common in Night City. Still, she needed the caffeine so she bore with it and downed the entire cup in a few gulps.
While Weiss caffeinated herself to get her energy back, Becca hopped off of the bed. She arched her back in a stretch, drawing the heiress’s eyes in the process, “Welp, I’m going to go take a shower, make yourself at home I guess. Or you're welcome to join me if you want. We can talk more about the gig when I’m done.” She padded her way to the bathroom, enjoying Weiss's eyes on her all the while.
As she disappeared, Weiss turned to clean out her cup in the sink, smiling to herself. Maybe this partnership wouldn't be so bad after all.
“Oi Princess!” Becca suddenly peeked her head in through the doorway to the bathroom, “Are you gonna join me in here or what?”
Weiss’s cock throbbed and she grinned as she threw the cup in the sink. She'd clean it later.
For now, she had something better to attend to. She never did manage to make the slut scream her name after all…