Chapter 51 – Ada Wong (18+)
A luxurious yacht or a spy?
The choice is obvious: appropriate everything for myself! An ideal opportunity to combine business with pleasure. It makes for simply an astonishing day, more vulgar than the night, and much hotter.
Pressing close to the breasts of the Asian beauty, who prefers red tones in clothing and dark stockings, brought the day's piquancy to a hot tornado. Metaphorically, of course, but her skills were captivatingly scorching.
Tilting her head to the side, she merged with me in a kiss and elegantly lay on my arm. It was difficult to determine how light she was with my strength, but she seemed like a feather. Seriously, though, any man who respects himself can hold the slender cutie, although her hot kiss beckoned me to drop Ada Wong onto the bed. She is also strong, albeit in her own way—her stunning French kiss alone is something.
I hope the bed will withstand us with such passion, as it's custom-made…
Complex financial calculations were interrupted by her arm around my neck, encouraging me to place my hand on Ada's slender thigh.
I acted as the perfect support, allowing the girl to coquettishly remove my dark coat and outer clothing, inching close to my shirt buttons. And all this in a debauched pose and a vulgar, leaning posture, Asian style.
But not all my clothes fell to the cabin floor, only enough for the girl to reach my abs with her hand. Many girls are fond of their partners' athletic bodies, especially ladies with brains—who understand the connection between workout results and endurance in bed. For them, musculature is a kind of marker, just as the size of their partner's chest is for a man. Sometimes, there are misfires in this logic, but I had high hopes for Ada Wong's chest. Playing with her lush breast through her clothes with one hand, those hopes were increasingly justified, along with the vulgar moans from my partner.
She wasn't hanging on my arm idly: she lustfully stroked my firm abs, guided her index finger along my trousers, and also used a thousand and one hints, drawing more attention to herself. But that was difficult, considering how well she kissed, forcing me to plunge into lustful fantasies. And her tongue was simply divine; moreover, the body's flexibility allowed me to sample the Asian charm from various angles.
Over time, mischief awoke in her; she very slowly knelt down and began to play with my belt. A very mischievous devil.
With one nimble movement, the girl finally began to try harder, gently wrapping her mouth around something interesting, probably deservedly pulled out. And not without pleasure for herself: her unique feature compared to my former girlfriends, and others, was maximum dedication to the task. Satisfying herself a little with her left hand, she prepared for a hot day and an equally pleasant night, using her right hand. And also working excellently with her tongue and mouth, enveloping and sucking on my member.
And if a spy has experience, then it should be thoroughly utilized. I didn't enjoy her techniques for long, advancing somewhat further than intended. Expressing myself vulgarly, metaphorically vulgarly, I slipped my instrument into something dark and constricting. I literally performed the "deep throat" technique; however, so as not to scare my partner, I carefully monitored her eyes. As soon as they moistened, I slightly pulled back, allowing the girl to catch her breath. Only then to take advantage of the interval between catching her breath and slight stupor.
Perhaps the middle phase should be called "rhythmic pressure."
Having enjoyed the lubrication, which was perfect by divine standards, I pulled my "sword" out of its "not-quite-suitable sheath" and barely held back a compliment for her effort. Truly, why are they needed?
It was necessary to transition to a more horizontal position, but it was not meant to be. Ada Wong tried to finish the job with her mouth, to repeat the procedure, filled with greed and agility, bringing me to the first finish.
Quite commendable, but things can't stop there, can they?
Lifting her, I eagerly bit into her neck like a vampire, proceeding to partially undress my partner. Once that was done, one of my palms slapped her firm buttock loudly, and the second gently descended under her panties, covering her pussy, wet with arousal.
My middle finger unceremoniously penetrated further, literally drowning in the wet pleasure, and seriously arousing my partner. Her cave was clenching, intending to do something to my finger. I had to send my index finger on a rescue operation as well. Spasms overtook Ada Wong, and her hot breath and moans continued to spur my ears on even more. They literally heard pleas to do something more.
The purest truth, as evidenced by her lustful retreat backward. Like a queen, she drifted toward the bed, and like a prostitute, she enchantingly lay down on it.
Then I remembered seeing a feature film with the same beginning.
My spy stretched her entire body, raising her arms above her head, providing an opportunity to examine her shapely body in all details. Demonstrating the merchandise is sometimes better than the merchandise itself, as my aroused friend, ready to penetrate the deepest recesses of the girl's body, wouldn't lie about. I didn't hesitate for a second, quickly setting about her underwear. It was like the gates of a castle that I intended to storm with everything I had.
Impatiently pushing the fabric aside, I touched her crotch, far from my hands. They were busy: one grabbed her luxurious bust, and the other supported her left thigh, enhancing the appeal of the assault. Why bother with ceremony when you can penetrate with full passion?
— Be careful, ha… ha, I'm not made of iron like you are, — Ada Wong purred sweetly, hinting at more lustful games between an iron machine and a fragile girl.
Such relations were to my liking, and, yielding to the impulse, I began to act rougher. Thrusting chaotically inside her, I prompted her to moan with dizzying shrieks.
An athletic spy?
Wesker has brought more than a few beauties to exhaustion. Easily, especially with such support. Ada actively helped me, writhing beneath me like a cute little snake.
Indeed, her sizzling was in full swing. From the sharp thrusts, her eyes rolled back, her hands crumpled the bedding, and her smile encouraged me to continue the assault with even greater pressure.
The best responsiveness I've ever encountered!
I didn't even notice my palm resting on her throat, making her experience a new pleasure from controlled asphyxiation. The lack of oxygen came in handy—her vaginal walls clenched me with such force that I seriously considered strengthening certain body parts.
Bilateral torture: one partner chokes the other, and in response, she makes him feel serious pressure down below. True romance, no matter what anyone says.
At one point, having reached Nirvana, perfect by the standards of pleasure, I closed my eyes. Not that anyone could notice, certainly not behind my sunglasses… But it's even better this way. One can surrender to pleasure in reality, mixing it with fantasies. After all, when we close our eyes, other senses are heightened, for example, hearing.
— M-m-h, ah! Not like that, ah… Faster, I… — the perfect symphony, worthy of warming the ears of seasoned opera lovers, touched my imagination.
Ada Wong, all luxurious and lustful, and all mine alone. What more could one want for happiness? All that's left is to conquer the world, but before that—to rush through a day of passion to the fullest extent. Or even…
Treacherous woman! She crossed her legs on my back and pressed her entire body against me, forcing me to fall on top of her, and my precious friend—to penetrate previously unknown horizons of her body. Horizons… It turns out that pressing on certain places and internal stretching allows it to happen!
At this rate, it became difficult for me to restrain myself, and soon I filled her, pumping the empty space of the cave with my fluids. I didn't think her skills would be enough to bring me to such a state twice in a short period of time.
Ho-ho, only the noble treachery of Wesker knows no bounds! After absorbing one nasty dwarf, Ramon Salazar, my invented stamina scale was filled to the brim. I spent a small part on the main villain, and all the rest, I am certainly ready to eagerly unleash into a more treacherous woman than I had imagined.
Exiting her extremely slippery and ready-for-anything womb, I changed her position, placing Ada in a more provocative pose. Naturally, the rear one, where another perspective of the stunning picture was revealed to me, as well as slightly pinkened buttocks. Disorder, this must be corrected! Slightly doesn't suit me.
Chapter 52 – Conquering Ada Wong (18+)
The kneeling-elbow position, or in common parlance—doggy style, allows not only to grab the partner's waist and make instant thrusts but also to properly spank naughty girls. And they are naughty because their moans could alarm the security of my aircraft carrier. The moans resembled the cries of a captive maiden who fell victim to the Inquisition.
Doggy style allows for even more, and it also provides access to a tricky bra. My great intellect encountered several difficulties in attempting to unfasten it in the classic pose, but now everything was in order.
With deft hand movements, as any self-respecting thief would do, I freed the girl from the nasty brassiere. The fact that only rags and a broken clasp remained of the chest protection after my lock-picking skills does not indicate failure. On the contrary, the carelessly discarded rags gave me incomparable joy from the act of freeing my favorite girls from their shackles.
And besides: her tender breasts, whose size was deeply striking, were free.
Pressing close to the girl, I was able to fully appreciate them, impartially, as befits an honest assessor. I felt all their softness, as well as the firmness in the area of the nipples, which had hardened so much from my efforts.
The more I played with them, the better Ada adapted to our games. She got onto all fours into a more comfortable pose, rested her head on the crumpled bedding, and spread her buttocks with both hands. At first, it was difficult to understand why, because everything was going well anyway: in and out due to natural lubrication. And then it dawned on me—perhaps it was a smart thought or lustful stupidity, but the idea reached my brain and was transmitted to my body.
I quickly took out my perfectly firm member and penetrated Ada Wong again.
— Ah! — she exclaimed loudly. — No-no… there.
I don't know anything; if a girl points out a mistake during intercourse in an aroused tone, it doesn't necessarily mean a mistake was made! Regardless, there is another piece of wisdom: a samurai has no goal, only a path constraining him forward.
It's too tight; in her butt, one has to try to advance further, back, and forward again. But overall, I liked the method of subjugating the Asian beauty in every way and… into all possible passages. There was a certain charm in this and a ringing vulgarity in every sense. As well as tightness in every sense.
Her secret passages stretched for a long time, hindering my penetration and withdrawal. Only by exerting considerable effort and being filled with determination did I reach the peak of pleasure, flooding her into all her holes.
— Defiled in all places, — she complained, throwing an outrageous accusation my way. I felt like saying it was for the common good, but why use words when you can surrender to debauchery with full passion in a more lubricated place?
Moving my pelvis, I reached new heights of satisfying my modest ego, which is quite selfish, no doubt, but benevolent and honest toward my partner. After all, as much as she exerted herself, I equally tried to satisfy myself with her.
Even being filled with magnanimity, I soon stopped accelerating; she herself was doing quite well with rhythmic pelvic movements, yielding her hips to me and pushing off for a quicker reunion.
Very soon, at such a speed, I seriously started worrying about the bed. It was rocking, shaking, and creaking, intending to break under our passion. The expensive bed urgently needed saving!
Looking around the captain's cabin, I found a red armchair—perfectly matching my companion's dark stockings and boots. Companion, indeed; it would be a sin to keep such beauty far from me.
But a bed is a bed.
I had to get out of it, press the beauty eagerly to me, and transfer the burden of responsibility to a safer place… for the bed. Besides, new views of the vagina—juicy and burning with impatience—are best contemplated when the partner is successfully positioned in a confined space. The armchair just provided such spaces. All that remained was a small matter—to attack the panties without a shred of pity: to skillfully rip them off to allow my partner to reveal… Ahem… her full potential as my mistress.
— Mh, go ahead? — Ada prompted, swallowing.
Go ahead it is, what else can I do?
Entering her to the hilt, I was delighted to feel the pleasantness of her wet pussy. And by grabbing her legs and lifting them, I gained more long-awaited freedom. With such manipulations, Ada quickly changed her moans to shrieks, as well as some incomprehensible complaints about "it hurts" and "slower."
Perhaps I imagined it?
Can pleasure be slowed down when it is so close? The girl quickly pondered this too! Going through long spasms and unleashing her love juices as a result of an orgasm.
— Deeper, only, um… — she barely uttered these words, plunging into the passionate storm woven by me.
Ada Wong was losing the ability to think, sinking into a whirlwind of emotions, and I rewarded her for it by increasing the pace and depth of penetration. Her mouth opened wide, her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. If the charmer asks for deeper, I can even delve into the Mariana Trench.
There is no limit to perfection, neither for me nor for my talents as a charming lover with a mix of a cunning villain. Cunning is important—it allowed me to find new, more interesting angles of penetration, bringing the lady to a second orgasm. I, in turn, tried to delay my finish, but the girl had a different opinion on the matter: the lustful wriggling of the charming spy in the armchair brought me to the brink.
The angles are just too tempting…
After another movement and a slight depletion, her pussy gripped my member with unprecedented diligence. Such a thing drove me crazy and encouraged me to want more. Oh… I am not a greedy demon, but the demon of lust in the person of Ada corrupted me.
There was no turning back, only forward, to her open pussy, from which copious juices flowed, mixed with my efforts. Such a thing could not pass without consequences, and we moved on to an interesting lecture. Ada shouted profanities after every spank, and I learned something new about myself. The wild, unbridled passion caused every cell of Ada Wong's body to tense up, and her dirty little mouth to moan from the savagery of our feelings. Incidentally insulting me, forcing me to get a little angry, consequently, to attack with greater pressure.
The situation was exhilarating, especially when my partner was convulsing, having stopped counting her orgasms, just as I stopped counting the finishes—in my case, it could be called high-speed reloading.
Unlike dubious stories where various people exhibited fabulous talents for endless ejaculation, it was different for me. I am the peak of evolution, commanding my body with the mighty will of my mind. This, naturally, allowed me to command my lovers in bed, driving something like wedges into them. Only then to pull out and try again, better and with new dedication.
— Wesker, — she addressed me hoarsely when I slightly slowed the pace, contemplating my superiority. A typical trait for me, I have nothing against it. — Let's… Ha… try something else? Please…
Such requests are always alarming, but I couldn't miss an interesting experience. I agreed to it to learn about the whims of my mistress. Ada decided to frolic on the bed again, only this time my back lay on it, and her pussy intended to lie on my member. If you think about it… Pleasant!
Enjoying sex, lazily placing my hands under my head, while my beauties try to satisfy me. To ride my external beast at her own pace, trying to awaken the internal one.
My palms naturally rested on her slender waist, embraced and fixed it, helping the luxurious body sway on my member. But then vague suspicions crept up. Ada was dancing so well on my rod that I pondered her stamina. Too good…
Oh no, is this what I'm thinking? Karma! I infected her with the T-Wesker virus, in addition to the usual parasite, making the spy incredibly strong and durable. And now she is on top of me, and she won't leave until she collapses from exhaustion. But here's the problem: she is likely not to fall anytime soon, and it's not a given that I can fully deplete her even in a day and a night.
The melody of death from a game about collecting dark souls just started playing…
I cannot retreat or surrender; something greater than honor is at stake. The pride of a real man! Oh, Wong really started using the parasite's power, gripping my poor fighter in her pincers.
This is no longer a storming of the gates, as I initially approached the matter, but a real battle on the field between almost equal forces! I'm having a hard time; I thought Saddler was scary, but the monster was hidden somewhere closer than I thought.
With every pelvic movement, her pussy plunged deeper, and my member encountered another obstacle. The increase of certain body parts was beneficial: her face twisted more brightly from the pain, which looked cute. And my rod conquered all peaks, causing the corners of my lips to rise in self-satisfaction. If there is no final throw where one can show all their talents, all that remains is to demonstrate resilience and the unshakeable fighting spirit.
The pathetic woman apparently imagined that in the cowgirl position, she could make me beg for mercy. She will probably even say, "It's too late to beg for it," and continue to ride at her own pace. Ha-ha, pathetic attempts, unworthy of my attention. No one will defeat Wesker, except to land a couple of blows, forcing him against his will to fill the partner's cave for greater comfort. But those are just life's trifles. It's much more arousing to watch a girl seriously try to achieve questionable goals.
Ada even lifts herself up to the tip, hovers for a second, and falls with force. Ho-ho… What a good attempt, but useless; it only makes her pussy pulsate harder.
Wait, this is bad: the additional pulsation inside her spurs me to deplete my reserves faster. To cum in her not by desire, but by an instinctive impulse. A dangerous threat, but the battle only gets hotter, worthy of bragging about to someone like Chris—the eternal virgin.
Perhaps the thought of humiliating my former subordinates from S.T.A.R.S., for example, with cool stories about my fights, kindled a warlike excitement in me. After all, I can already brag about Claire—my enemy's sister, Alexia—the aristocratic blonde, Ada Wong—the dangerous spy. And this is only the beginning of my passionate adventures in search of material for boasting. Perfect! Ada is the perfect addition to my collection.
Grabbing my partner by the hips, I fixed her halfway down the length of my hard member, so that, unable to resist the temptation, I began to move myself. Because of the short distance, it turned out amazingly: Ada's pussy couldn't cope with my attack in the form of endless thrusts; the cave didn't have time to close up in any part, thanks to which she began to spill juices at a furious pace.
A real heat, worthy of my skills. But the main thing is yet to come! After all, if a sexual war has been waged against me, I must demonstrate all my knowledge from the combat treatise. And even if it wasn't the philosophy of war, but sex positions… However, war takes place in different ways, and today it is a bedroom war!