Changing things up a little by calling McCree ‘McCree’ instead of ‘Jesse’.
It turns you on how much McCree loves fucking you from behind. How much it gives him the illusion of control when in reality you hold the reins – literally. The leather of his leash is pulled taut over your shoulder, forcing him to blanket himself over you and fuck you that way in order to prevent being choked by his already tight collar.
“May I cum, master?” he groans through heaving pants in your ear, his legs trembling from the two orgasms he already dumped into your hungry pussy. “Oh god, I can’t-!” His arms shake on either side of your shoulders and his elbows buckle, inadvertently putting more weight on you that you bear graciously.
Laughingly you oblige, twining your hand in his thick hair to drag him to your lips. To swallow his drunken cries as your own orgasm milks his for what little is left in his clenching balls. You don’t feel the warmth of his orgasm now, not through the seed that coats you inside and out, that slides down his own thighs from how hard he’s been fucking you.
Thoroughly winded, McCree slumps on top of you carefully, still trying to brace his weight on his trembling limbs to avoid crushing you to the bed. He barely groans when you pull yourself away slowly, mind already hazy and his vision darkening.
Unfortunately for him though, you’re not done with him yet. You guide his weak body onto the bed and roll him on his back, tucking a pillow under his now heavy head. Then, with him all comfy, you straddle his face and tug at his collar to get his attention, what little he has left to give, that is.
“You’re forgetting something, doggy,” you murmur, stroking his hair with your free hand as you lower your cum slick labia onto his lips. “Lick up the mess you made.”
McCree moans his acknowledgement and sluggishly wraps his arms around your hips and thighs to bring you closer, his clever tongue cleaning up and around your aching hole.
It’s probably one of your best works yet, you think. Tied tight on his belly in a hogtie with one arm free, a vibrating prostate plug in his ass, his cock bent back and a vibrating frenum ring strapped tight to it, a mouth stuffed with a ball gag, and heavy duty nipple clamps, Jesse sure posed a very seductive picture.
He’s trembling with want, his eyes tearing and begging you. Drool slips from the gag and to the bed, wetting the fabric under his cheek as he writhes in place. Tied as he is, Jesse can’t move beyond squirming in place, and that’s exactly how you like him.
You caress his balls with two fingers, the silky flesh moving as the sac tightens under your touch. “You just had to be naughty and break my rules again, didn’t you baby?” you sigh, tapping with your nails to watch his balls jump. “Didn’t I tell you not to touch yourself?”
Jesse groans, tries to mumble something through the gag, and though you can’t hear what he’s saying, you know exactly what he meant. Bending doesn’t mean breaking, you can hear him say in that silky twang. You caught him humping a pillow when you expressly told him not to touch himself, almost cumming just as you entered. You don’t like it when he circumvents your rules, you tutted at him as you forced his body into position. And now he’s paying the price for his rebellion.
I can’t remember if I’ve posted this one to this blog, but here it is anyway.
Rein
This big guy can be made vulnerable by kicking him in the balls and beating the cum out of his cock. Or was it the other way around?
Anyway
Flogging that swollen cockhead will get him groaning and grunting in pain with a big ol’ smile on his face. He’ll apologise for whatever he thinks he’s messed up on, but really it’s just something to get you both in the mood. He once apologised for ripping your panties and you stopped and were like
You didn’t rip my panties?
His face turns pale and he coughs. He didn’t rip your panties…that you knew of.
Even if you’re unfazed by his admission, it just gives you more reason to whip his cock until it’s purple and weeping. Reinhardt is begging for you to stop abusing his enflamed manhood, doubling over after you lash the same spot over and over again without mercy. Maybe he’ll even fall to his knees and hunch in to protect his dick.
You order him back up though, and he cringes as he exposes himself once more.
Still, no matter what you do, his cock will still be rock hard and leaking precum like a tiny stream.
Bend him over on all fours then and kick open his legs. Maybe buckle and spreader bar between them so he can’t close them even if he wants to. Then kick him with the top of your feet and feel the pulsating heat of his balls as you turn them a reddish purple from the strikes.
He’ll beg and plead for you to go harder, groaning that he can take whatever you dish out. Reminds you that he ripped your panties. So put on your favourite pair of stilettos or studded boots and go to town, and I guarantee he’ll be sobbing on the ground and thanking you through his tears.
Happily kisses your fees/shoes once you’re done.
McCree
So continuing the thread of thought that this puppy likes getting things inserted into him, Jesse loves sounding.
You’d be surprised at the size of the sounds he can take, though a little expected considering the size and girth of his package.
As you insert it into the slit, he’s already half hard and moaning as the broad tip teases his hole. It goes in smoothly with all the lube, and you take a perverse interest at the way his slit widens as he takes the metal in. His moans are near pornographic as he feels it spread him open in a place that was never meant to receive insertions.
He has to struggle to remain still because moving could prove disastrous, as you remind him, but he can’t stop his twitching as the tip of the sound finally grazes his prostate. If you thought his moans were pornographic before, you’re in for a treat, because he’s gasping and panting and moaning and groaning like never before.
You can lift the sound and let it drop, but make sure you squeeze around the shaft of his cock. He’ll curse and swear and beg you to go faster, to squeeze harder. He can’t tighten around the sound, so you do it for him, and you can feel every movement of the metal inside him.
Oh, you can raise the sound as fast as you want, but you can’t force it down. You can tell him so and watch the tense muscles of his face twitch as he suffers under your hands. His pleasure is at your discretion, you remind him, and he will take what you give him.
You can also move up to a bigger sound, going larger and larger until Jesse has to whimper and plead for you to stop at that size.
“It’s too big, darlin’, it’ll never fit!” he pants as he eyes the one you swivel into his slit teasingly.
By the time you’re done, the slit of his cock is throbbing and weeping and if you’re dedicated to teasing the fuck out of this cowboy, this is what you do.
Touch the bottom of the sound to his prostate, as far as it’ll go, lick the lip of his mushroom head, and tighten your grip around his shaft and jerk him off gently. He’ll tense up and his balls will tighten. He’ll cum like he’s never cum before. Jesse’s cum will push the sound out so quickly that you’ll have to snatch it before it flies out. He’ll cum and cum for so long and scream for your mercy. You have none to give, however, and maybe you can slick your hand up and try to squeeze another orgasm out of him.
Now, you have a blissed-out cowboy on your hands. Have fun!
Hanzo
You know how proud and regal this man is, right? Wanna take him down a peg?
Good. Your best bet would be the humbler, and maybe some cock stepping.
Get him flat on his belly and nudge those thicc thighs open to expose his heavy balls. Gather them in your hand (maybe squeeze a little) and clamp them between the wood pieces of the humbler.
You then clip on his leash and lead him around on all fours for a while and enjoy seeing the dragon lord be unable to even straighten up without feeling pain. Scrape your nails over his tight balls for an extra rush of sensation into his system.
Tickle his cock a little and he’ll wriggle and thrust his hips and grimace in place because the humbler pulls on the delicate skin of his balls. Well isn’t that swell? Spank him a little, spank his balls a little, and especially spank his cock a lot! He’s groaning and complaining and panting but you don’t hear a safeword. Don’t worry, he can take quite a lot of punishment before caving in!
He won’t get off to this though, so take that wonderful humbler off and strap him under a specially made coffee table with a hole for his cock. Thread that dick through and use some pretty rope to bind it in place.
He can’t help but moan quietly as you run your fingers over the taut flesh and ropes.
After that, carefully get on top of the table and step lightly with a stiletto or heeled shoe. The helpless groan that he emits at the pressure can be your encouragement, and slowly you’d put more and more pressure until his face turns red from the mixed signals his body is giving him.
He’s in pain and he’s feeling sharp shocks of pleasure zipping through his cock and he can’t express it other than whimpering in a broken voice and thanking you for stepping on him.
Sometimes if he’s been cooped up for a while, he’ll cum just from you stepping on his red throbbing cock.
You admire Jesse’s tanned skin from where you perch on the bench before him. Red and black rope winds around his muscled form, accentuating his bulging muscles and lean waist until you’re just about drooling from the thought of fucking him like this. Alas, that’s not your game for today.
“How you doing, baby?” you coo at him, taking the loose rope from the makeshift bikini around his pecs to fashion a collar around his thick neck.
He leans into your touch despite the sharp tugging on his hair from the action. "Yeah sweetheart, doin’ alright,“ he breathes out softly, feeling your touch flitting around and on his neck until the cock between his legs starts to throb anew. Jesse’s left to teeter on the tips of his left foot in this position, with his right leg pulled up and out of the way and his hands pulled up tight behind his back.
You smile at his reply and kiss him deeply. Tell him to remember your safe signal. That you’ll be in the room at all times, no matter what happens. Jesse’s excited by your words, you can tell. Excited by the prospect that this is finally happening.
He watches you walk away from him with your hips swaying, watches as you open the locker room door to admit his closest colleagues who agreed to this little show. Oh, he knows you think they’re here for him, but Jesse knows better. Knows that the two commanders and the ninja is really here to watch you fuck him. Knows that their eyes are really on you as you take his cock in hand and start to stroke him just the right way to make his breath shorten and his tongue to hang out.
Yeah, he knows all that. But it doesn’t change the fact that they’re still watching him, still there to watch him being fucked stupid. Still now privy to the depraved sounds and pleas he makes as you begin to kiss him and suck his nipples and then his cock. Still there as you finally slip his cock into you and when he’s forced to try and rock his hips despite being tied so awkwardly.
Oh yes, oh fuck yes, he keeps whispering pleas and praises and blushes so brightly at feeling their eyes when they shift onto him. Then, when you leave him hanging on the edge with his cock saturated in your cum and his body glistening from sweat, he wishes they would take another step further.
Heh. He’s lucky anyway, he thinks while you slip a finger inside his willing ass and suck on his cock at the same time. Where else is he going to find a woman who wants to tie him up and fuck him in front of their colleagues and superiors?
Genji corners you in the corner of the armoury, shoulders set stiffly and his hands harder still when he plants them both on either side of your head. His helmet renders his expression emotionless, but his body language says a whole lot of things that make you grin.
“What’s wrong, Genji?” you ask innocently, batting your lashes at him. Your own body is lax despite his threatening aura, arms loosely folded over your chest and one leg crossed over the other at the ankle.
The ninja just growls and curls his hands into fists, head jerking down to yours. “You know exactly what’s wrong,” he grits out, his body unconsciously leaning closer into yours like a magnet. If you didn’t know him, or didn’t know what was wrong with him, you admit you’d be scared shitless. However, you know all too well exactly what’s making him so grumpy.
Craning your head up, you lick his faceplate teasingly, “Heh, getting into a, uh, tight spot?” Hands sneak up his vibrating body, fingers dancing over his armour and rubbing over his sweetspots so evilly that Genji has to gulp back a whimper of frustration. “This is probably the worst place to corner me, you know? You can’t even get any relief out in the open.”
Genji positively shakes now, pressing his whole body against you in an effort to gain some relief. He stuffs his head into your neck, whimpering, “You’re so cruel.”
Tutting at him, you curl your arms around him and dig your fingers into his bubble butt, “Nah uh, baby. You’re the one who asked for this, remember?”
What’s the worst that can go wrong, he said. What’s a little cock cage going to do, he said. It’s not going to affect his concentration or anything; it’s just his dick and he doesn’t need it when he trains, he said. Ohhh, you told him he would regret saying it, but he didn’t believe you. You bet he does now, though.
You peer over his broad shoulder. The armoury stands empty and you’re in the one blindspot in the entire place. Perfect. You pull him close to your body to make sure he’s completely out of view, then you unlatch his codpiece and tuck it into your belt so you don’t forget it.
Genji yelps softly in shock, his hands dropping to your shoulders out of surprise, but you growl at him to keep his hands on either side of your head. He complies easily, body already attuned to you, his legs spreading out of instinct and leaving his suddenly bare pelvis open for your perusal.
His pretty green and silver cock is tucked into a metal chastity cage that’s only slightly smaller than he is when he’s completely flaccid. Well, he’s definitely not flaccid now, you purr with a grin. The cage looks like it’s biting into his synthetic flesh, his erection pushing against the bars until bits of his cock bulge out of the empty slots. You coo at him and palm it with a gentle hand and enjoy the broken gasp it pulls out of him.
“Well would you look at that,” you murmur into his faceplate, teasing him with the touch of your lips that he can’t feel. “Was my naughty boy thinking of dirty things?”
“Just you,” he whimpers, pushing his caged cock further into your grip. His arms buckle, dropping to his elbows on either side of your head as he continues to try and pin you into the wall. Panting and whispering, he tells you what went through his mind as he went about his day. Your voice, your scent, your presence; you don’t have to touch him to drive him mad. Don’t need to do anything but look at him and he would long for you. For your skin on his, your lips on his, all of it.
As he recounts his thoughts, you play all of it out on the unfeeling layer of his armour, taunting him with what he can’t have. He groans against you, grumping that you’re just torturing him now. You just laugh and say nothing – it’s all too true, anyway.
His cock is hot and throbbing through the cage, the metal warmed by his body heat and it becomes a hot brand in your hand. He whimpers, begs you to just touch him, slide your finger along his slit, to grant him some relief.
Hmm, would it though? Grant him relief? You agree with a strange glint in your eye, lips pressing kisses against his faceplate as you rub your thumb along his slit and part it as far as it would go in the cage. It makes him jump and press harder against you, his panting moans growing louder in the silence of the armoury.
“Nngh,” he grunts, hips starting to rut into you, “P-please…”
Oh ho, there are so many places you can take this, but there’s just one little thing that you want to do. You drop into a squat, crouching before his cock.
Genji jerks upright, taken aback by the change in position, but he’s not given time to react because you suddenly drag your tongue over the bulging flesh of his constrained cock. He whines loudly, the sound high pitched and full of longing, his visor trained on you as you trace the bars of the cage around his straining erection.
“What was that, baby?” your lips wrap around the head of his cock, tongue slipping through to dip into his weeping slit.
A frighteningly loud choked moan reverberates through the room at your action. Genji eeps in mortification, burying his head into his crossed arms as he trembles at your ministrations. His cock is leaking pathetically now, clear precum drooling from the tip to fill your mouth with his musky taste.
You moan around his thickness, eyes locking with his. Lick. Suck. Nibble. Rinse and repeat until Genji is swearing under his breath and bucking his hips into your mouth.
“P-please don’t tease me like this!” he whispers desperately. “Please!”
You grin and give him one last suck, rising to your feet in one smooth move. Arms twine around his neck, your lips moving to where his ear would be, “Suffering builds character, yes? Besides, you still have to get to target practice.” With that, you slip out from under his arms and tap his ass as you leave. “If you don’t beat your previous high score, you can kiss your orgasm goodbye. Alright, darling?”
You don’t bother waiting for his reply, already clearing the threshold and making your way to your next appointment.
Now alone in the armoury, Genji groans into his arms. Fuck, he’s definitely not going to be able to concentrate in this state. He moves to straighten up and leave when he feels a strange draft in his nethers.
I’ll do a tiny bit for the both of them since I don’t do a lot of Sym drabbles 🙂
Symmetra
Satya gasps, struggling and wriggling under you, her hands clenching and relaxing as you slowly slide your favourite cock into her soaking wet pussy. The clamps on her nipples bite deliciously with her every move, turning pain into pleasure and pleasure into pain. And when you are finally all the way in, crotch to crotch, she breaks free of your grip on her wrists to encircle her arms around your neck.
“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” she growls deeply in your ear, fingers already clawing at your back even though you’re moving at a snail’s pace. “And I don’t want you to stop,” her dark eyes bore into yours with a lust-crazed grin. “Even if I tell you to.”
A laugh escapes you and you pin her to the bed with your body weight, hands hooking under her knees to haul her legs up to her shoulders. “You know your safeword?”
“Hard Light.” She grinds it out through gritted teeth, eyes already rolling into the back of her head.
A purr of approval is your only answer and you dip your head to grab the chain connecting the nipple clamps. With it firmly between your teeth, you jerk your head up and start to fuck her roughly, deep, heavy strokes that make her gurgle that she can feel it in her throat. She yowls at the pain in her breasts, then mewls when your cock buzzes to life with vibrations so strong even you can feel it.
“More~” Satya’s moaning is thick and seductive, her doe-like eyes softening even more under the wave of pleasure that threatens to overwhelm her.
Genji
You love it when Genji’s in the mood to be roughed up and destroyed. Case in point:
“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can and I don’t want you to stop,” he purrs even as he throws himself against his restraints. “Even if I tell you to.”
You laugh and slap his ass until your palms turn red from the impact, enjoying his delighted growls and the swaying of his bubble butt as he attempts to crawl away from you despite the rope tying him down. “But you won’t, will you, slut?” Your answering leer is accompanied by a wet squelch as you retrieve the huge butt plug from his winking asshole.
He turns back as much as he can and grins toothily, knees widening and shoulders lowering. Presenting himself. “Mmm. Question is, can you make me beg you to stop?”
The collection of toys next to you says yes, you can make him beg you to stop. But the challenge is half the fun, isn’t it? You tell him as much and watch him buck his hips unconsciously, his cock and balls hanging heavily under his hips. God, he’s so hard already and you just know he’s going to cum buckets tonight.
“Hmph, no one’s going to beg when you’re so sloooooooowwww~” His taunt tapers off into a long moan as you fit a vibrating egg into his loose ass, using your fingers to nudge it back and forth until you find his prostate. Genji starts to quiet down a little now, too busy panting and enjoying the sensation on his prostate to bother taunting you again.
Ah, but you’re not done. Another egg, just as big as the first, joins it, stretching him a little now and buzzing ever louder from being pressed against another hard surface. Genji blushes at the noise, hips now canting back and forth as though he can push back on the egg. He doesn’t have to wait too long, lucky boy, as you push in a bullet vibrator and finally two slim dildos.
The ninja is panting lewdly now, eyes glazed over and unseeing and his jaw hanging loose to let his tongue bob out. His hips are slowly lowering, his legs trembling and sliding down, but you don’t let him take a break.
“Hey, on your knees, boy!” You slap in asshole in admonishment and Genji jumps with a yelp, scrambling to keep his knees under him. But his position isn’t to your liking and you jam in another bullet vibrator, which makes him break his position even further. “Come on, Slave! Head down, ass up.”
Genji is trembling visibly now, his breaths coming in heavy pants that sound like moans and whimpers at the same time. He feels so full and he wants to cum so badly! But the fucking cock ring prevents him from blowing his load too early and it’s driving him insane. Oh fuck you’re-!
You lick a line up his twitching balls and giggle at the steady stream of precum that leaks from his quickly purpling cock. “Oh boy, oh boy.” You fuck him with the dildo and enjoy the difficulty in pulling it out and jamming it back it – the sheer amount of toys in him jostle with every move and Genji is quickly melting into the bed at this point. “You know, it looks like you’ll be begging me to stop before long.”
He looks at you blearily from the corner of his eye, face already caked in drool and tears.
“You didn’t think I was going to stop filling you with toys, now did you?”
Genji’s brown eyes roll into the back of his head. Heaven and Hell all in one, and he loves it.
Oooo, I like that – ‘my queen’. Guess I know what my boy’s gonna call me from now on. I’m on a bit of a Lucio roll today, so have some babyboy Lucio sucking on his mommy’s tits ❤
Lucio – Lactation and Mommy Kink
Lucio can’t quite believe his eyes as you sit before him on the bed, the both of you completely bare from the waist up. He tries to keep his eyes on your face instead of your perfect breasts, but fail as they keep flickering up and down against his will. You grin and massage one tit, letting a pearly bead of milk form on the nipple.
He whimpers and fidgets in place, his hands wringing each other in his lap as he resists darting forward to capture your nipple in his mouth. He wants to be a good boy for you, to make his mommy proud that she raised him right; he has to wait.
“You want my milk, babyboy?” you coo, squeezing your nipple and moaning at the sharp zap of pleasure that sings through out. Lucio moans in tandem, watching breathlessly as milk streams from the kneaded breast down to your waist.
“Yes, mommy,” he gulps, fidgeting even more now. “May I have your milk, please?”
Hey, what if Genji goes completely celibate after his revival/healing in Blackwatch. Like full on asexual, does not find anyone attractive, does not find himself attractive, busy af, can’t be bothered to masturbate and find a partner. He honestly thinks he’s broken.
Fast forward ten years and he still struggles to even think about himself sexually until he met you. It’s a pretty slow thing, like the slow burn to end all slow burns. You two dance around each other like a fucking merry go round until someone snaps and locks you two in a closet together.
Like the dumbass he is he goes along with it and sits in the dark next to you even though he can kick down the door no problem. Well, turns out it’s a good thing he did because you confessed you find him smoking hot. Robo ass and sharp edges and all. Genji’s taken aback – you got some fetish or something?
Ok first of all, rude. Second of all, he’s still hot as fuck and no one will convince you that he doesn’t have the best ass in all of overwatch. That bubble butt looks better than Soldier’s (who mysteriously still has a firmer ass than most guys half his age, go figure).
Now he preens a bit. Yes, he does have a magnificent ass, thank you. But he still doesn’t really believe you can find him attractive.
Is that a throw down? Is that a fucking throw down. Challenge accepted.
From then on, you go to great lengths to flirt and make sure he knows your panties are permanently soaked when he’s around, that you would honestly give your left arm just to suck him off.
Genji’s flattered and more than a little bit flustered. No one has paid him this much attention since…since the days when he would have an entourage of women happy to please him. It makes him feel warm and wriggly inside. So much so that he responds in kind to you, teasing you and riling you up.
It’s an addicting game to the both of you. At least, until you break. The first time you pinned him to the wall and gave him a making out session to remember, Genji had a hard on so fast he actually got light headed. Or was that because you were kissing the life out of him? Hm.
No matter, he likes it. Oh boy, he really likes it. He starts to rub up against you like a cat in heat, asking you seductively if he’s so attractive that you just can’t help yourself. He wants more. More more more. More kisses, more touches, more everything. Shit, it’s like he’s back to his old ways, but with a better partner and a much healthier world view.
And once again, you’re the first one to break. Once again he’s shoved back into a wall and pinned there with your chest and your lips. But this time, you growl at him to pop off his crotch guards because you’re gonna finally do what you’ve been waiting for all this time.
Genji is nearly vibrating with excitement as he obeys, panting like a racehorse as he watches you drop to your knees and bury your face into the crease of his hip and thigh. Oh fuck this is too hot. Really way too hot. He’s throbbing and leaking like mad already, looking like he’s about to burst even though you haven’t touched his cock.
That makes you laugh. Does he want your mouth that badly? Such a greedy boy. Extending your tongue out, you kick a wet line up the underside of his cock from balls to his tip, intending to take him in your mouth when Genji yelps and swears loudly.
“Oh no, please no-!” He tears up in humiliation when he cums just from your tongue alone, huge spurts of cum escaping his twitching cock and landing on your face, your hair, and your chest. It’s ten years of cum and orgasms that wrecks him and makes his thighs shake uncontrollably, that makes his knees buckle and drop him to the ground with his knees on either side of you. The ninja is dazed and light headed, the ringing in his ears taking forever to subside.
Shit. Fuck. That’s the hardest he’s cum ever.
And for you? Holy fuck that’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
“I’m sorry,” Genji whispers when he finally regains his senses, scrambling to put on his visor to prevent you from seeing his glowing red face. God, he’s finally what he always dreaded to be. A one pump chump. Or was it a one lick chump?
You shake your head and take his visor back off. “Don’t be sorry,” you coo at him. “That was super hot. Can you do that again?”
What?
“Do what again?” His heart is stuttering in his chest.
A predatory look crosses your face and you take hold of his wilting cock gently. “I want you to cum like that again, Genji. I want to make sure you can’t walk once I’m done with you.”
And just like that his cock flares back to life, the rush of blood from his head to his crotch leaving a tingling feeling behind. Thoroughly distracted by your hand slicking up his cock, by your other fingers cleaning his cum off your face, he can’t do much other than croak out a brain dead reply. “Fuck yes.”
I’m not sure if anyone has seen pornos of Czech gloryholes/brothels (I think it’s called Czech Fantasy?) but imagine that with the Overwatch boys and girls in different areas.
Wouldn’t it be fun to turn them out to ‘pasture’, so to speak? Helping them wriggle into their designated holes with their names lovingly carved into plaques above their stations. Helping them slip into the restraints that hold their legs wide open.
Some days you get creative and have your boys and girls wear their everyday clothes when they get locked in place. Some are wary, some are excited, but most are confused. At least until you start ripping the seats of their pants apart and pinning the girls’ panties to the side for easy access. Those who wear skirts get to keep them, letting the fabric hide their pussies teasingly. It makes them moan and groan lewdly – the feeling of your knife sliding through the fabric and the ghosting of your fingers as you test your ‘merchandise’.
Before you even open the brothel for business, you have all your men and women moaning in pleasure and ecstasy both with copious use of your trusty vibrator and your fingers. Some greedy ones, like Genji and Tracer, cum on your fingers and slump in their stations, wet and ready for customers to enjoy.
Others, like Reaper and Soldier 76, remain tight and dry. At least, up until you help open them up with Reinhardt’s help. The older man is set to blowjob duty today, among some others, and so is available to help use his huge cock prepare his fellow sluts for a harsh fucking. Once he’s done, your two oldest slaves are panting and breathless, their now stretched holes winking at you with a literal river of lube dripping from their assholes.
By the time you’re ready to open up, all of them are squirming and ready to be fucked within an inch of their life. And if they aren’t, they take a voluntary dose of your most potent aphrodisiac – one that makes them beg for a cock to fill them and cum inside them until there’s no room for anything else.
Your toys bring you a good amount of money. A good amount of money indeed.
“It’s too bad, Jesse,” you taunt him from where you’ve nuzzled your face into Hanzo’s cheek.
The cowboy growls, grips his thighs tightly, and squirms where he sits in a chair facing the bed. “Oh come on, pumpkin!”
Hanzo, who lies under you, merely smirks at Jesse and starts to fuck you harder, “You lost, did you not? It was the agreed punishment.” That gloating, if anything, only riles Jesse up further, who whines and starts to run his hands up and down his chest for some stimulation.
He wants to feel you so badly, wants you to ride him like you’re riding Hanzo. It’s such torture to see his other lover enjoying your affection and desire while he’s left here to simply watch, unable to touch himself or reach out to you.
But fair’s fair, you keep tutting at him. A fair punishment for losing in your little game with the two of them.
Yeah he fucking knows that he lost, but goddamnit this is worse than he ever imagined. He whines as much to you, caressing himself and wishing it were your hands on his, Hanzo’s lips on his. But instead it’s your hands scratching and squeezing at Hanzo’s muscled chest and ripped abs. Instead it’s Hanzo’s lips catching yours in a smouldering kiss and making you moan so sweetly that it causes Jesse to whimper in frustration.
Hanzo’s hips smack up into yours with every thrust of his powerful hips, bouncing you up and down on his cock to help you ride him. He knows how slick and warm your pussy it, knows how thick Hanzo’s cock is, wishes he could have both or just one or just anything to alleviate this desire building up in him!
You notice him fidgeting where he sits and then you smile a sympathetic smile. Alright, time to finish this. You command Hanzo to rub your clit and suck on your breast, the perfect combination to trigger that climax that you’ve been putting off for a while. The soft, breathy exclamation that you let out at the snapping of the pressure within you makes both men perk up and surge towards you. Hanzo sits up and fucks you harder through your orgasm, picking up your pace after you falter. Jesse, however, just swears and falls to his knees beside the bed in an aborted lunge.
With a soft word, Hanzo clutches you tight and cums in you. He jerks gently and moans into your neck, lipping at your skin idly. He thanks you in a reverent tone, a tired voice, and slips out of you as you raise your hips.
“Come clean me up, baby,” you look over your shoulder at Jesse, who brightens up immediately and crawls between Hanzo’s legs to lick you clean. Then, at your command, he sucks Hanzo’s cock clean as well after licking the archer’s oozing cum from your entrance.
The cowboy is dazed and revved up at the same time once you tell him to come lie next to Hanzo on the bed. He’s pouting, whining at you, but you’re unmoved in your post-orgasmic haze, still lying atop the blissed out archer. You tease Jesse with a husky voice; maybe he’ll get lucky next time.
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