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Title: Sexually Altered Carbon Chapter 1 - Last Night Before Eternal Sleep
Show: Altered Carbon
Author: The Chemist
Pairing: Kristin Ortega / Takeshi Kovacs
Codes: MF, Anal, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Altered Carbon, especially the characters Kristin Ortega, Takeshi Kovacs, Miram and Laurens Bancroft
Summary: After stumbling upon a drugged out Kovacs, Kristin Ortega takes him out for a drink as an apology after her earlier treatment of him. Once he reveals he’s turning down the Bancroft job and going back to sleep, Kristin decides to make his last night special.
Takeshi Kovacs wasn’t having a good day. Now, you would think that a man who had been sleeping for the past 250 years would be grateful at waking up, but not so. After all, only someone who hadn’t been through the awakening / re-sleeving process would think that waking up again would be a good thing. First, they pull an umbilicus out of your mouth, all while you're disoriented and covered in goo. Then, you shower with hundreds of other scared, naked human sleeves.
After that lovely process, Takeshi was provided with clothing. It was a lot more formal then hed have chosen for himself, wearing what passed for a suit and dress shirt. Normally, the Envoy soldier preferred more casual attire, but it wasn’t exactly like they saved the clothing he died in. For one, it was 250 years ago in a completely different solar system. And two, that clothing would have been riddled with bullet holes and covered in blood. His blood…”
“Hi. I’m Kristin Ortega,” a short but highly attractive middle-aged woman said to him. “I’ll be driving you to the Bancroft residence.”
Takeshi couldn’t help but check the woman out. After all, he’d been asleep for 2 and a half centuries, and now he was before an insanely beautiful woman. Based on her facial features, her olive skin tone and accent, Kovacs imagined she was of Mexican heritage, or maybe Spanish. She had wavy, thick black hair that she wore in a ponytail, keeping it out of the way of her gorgeous face. Though slender and short, maybe 100 pounds and 5’2”, she had awe striking physical features of large breasts that were bigger than her frame should carry, as well as a nice thick and bubbly ass.
“Welcome to Bay City,” she added before ushering him to the front door.
He followed the hot driver out, making sure more than a few glances were diverted down to her backside. Like his initial assessment, each subsequent glance confirmed she had the highest quality of asses. How this tiny woman had both large breasts and a thick ass despite her tiny dimensions was a true mystery.
“Hey, hey, hey! What have you done to our daughter?”
The question was posed by a clearly upset middle-aged man towards an employee of the re-sleeving company. Looking over and eavesdropping, which was easy to do given the volume of both the father and the security guard, Takeshi Kovacs learned that the company gave the man’s 7 year old daughter the body, or sleeve, of a woman a good decade older than the kid’s parents.
“She was murdered in a hit-and-run,” the irrate father stated. “The law says she gets a free sleeve.”
“That one's free. If you don't like it, pay for an upgrade or put her back in storage,” the guard shouted back.
“They put a kid in that old lady?” Kovacs asked the driver, whose name was Kristin Ortega.
“Victim restitution,” she responded. “The state just gives you what they have on hand.”
“It's very humane,” Takeshi commented, dripping in sarcasm as they walked out towards the vehicle.
“You don't approve?”
“They don't have that where I come from,” Kovacs replied as he stepped into the hover car.
“And where would that be?” Kristin asked.
In fact, that was her first of many questions she asked him as they drove to the Bancroft residence. Kovacs said very little about himself, and that what he did share was vague and not very helpful to the oddly chatty driver. But maybe this attitude was common on Earth. After all, it was his first trip to this planet.
However, the chat was illuminating for the Envoy Corps soldier who’d been asleep for the past 250 years. Especially since he’d never been to Earth before. He learnt that his employer was Laurens Bancroft, and he was insanely rich. He gathered that Bancroft had power and influence in order to get Takeshi out of storage when he had a lifetime sentence, but apparently he was one of the founding Meths. He didn’t quite understand the term, but it meant he was over 3 centuries old and had more money then he could spend…ever.
“You see those trees, right?” Takeshi asked his driver as they prepared to land on the Bancroft estate.
“I see them,” Kristin replied, and yet the car still headed towards them.
Dodging the trees at the last minute meant that as they landed, they came in too hot and too off-kilter. This equated to the front end of the flying car plowing through 10 feet of grass before coming to rest on a walkway.
“Really stuck that landing,” Kovacs commented as she opened his door. “You're not a driver, are you?”
“I said I worked security,” Ortega replied, showing off her Bay City P.D. badge. “I didn't say for who.”
“So this hasn't been a conversation, it's been an interrogation,” the ex-Envoy summed up. “You wanna know who I am? Takeshi Kovacs. Look me up.”
Kristin’s eyes went unfocused as she looked him up on the spot through her neurolink, getting the digital read out right in front of her eyes. However, the information simply couldn’t be true. He couldn’t be this Takeshi Kovacs.
“You can't be who you say you are. All the Envoys died,” Kristin stated.
“All except one,” Takeshi replied as a dozen men in suits with guns in their hands arrived.
“Not another step, Ortega,” one of the security guards yelled.
“Oh, come on. I'm Bay City PD and you know it, Curtis,” the detective shouted back at them. “Lower your weapons and tell me where your boss is, because I really would like a fucking word.”
At that moment, a gorgeous older blonde in a clearly expensive dress came walking towards them. “Lieutenant Ortega. You're trespassing on private property. And apparently, you've stolen one of our limos as well. Leave immediately and no further consequences will fall upon you.”
“Funny. I was just leaving,” the beautiful detective said with a smile.
* * *
Takeshi Kovacs, last Envoy Corps soldier was well and truly fucked up. Having bought an entire school bag worth of Earth’s best street drugs and taking them liberally, he was essentially stumbling down the streets. He had no destination, nor a care in the world. He’d be rejecting the offer of employment, and thus put back to sleep for, well, ever. Therefore, he figured getting insanely high was the best course of action only his only night on Earth. However, he started to take a really bad trip as some of the digital holograms started getting too intense. Spiraling, he dropped down to his knees, covering his ears and eyes to try drowning it out, but it didn’t work. Then suddenly, it did work.
“What the fuck?” Kovacs said as all the yelling and chanting stopped. It stopped at the same time he felt a small prick against his neck. Reaching back, he felt a small metal disc at the base of his skull.
Before he could ask, a familiar feminine voice in an unmistakable accent filled him in. “It's a broadcast blocker,” Kristin Ortega explained before adding: “Peace offering.” When he didn’t respond, she sweetened her offer. “Wanna get a drink?”
“You know, I'm perfect right here,” Takeshi bantered back from his fetal position on the dirty street. “What are you doing here?”
“Following you,” the cop answered. “That's what police do to psycho-terrorists.”
“Come on, you cannot call me that,” Takeshi protested.
“You could tell me what Bancroft wants you for,” Kristin retorted.
“I could tell you it was your case. And you fucked it up,” the ex-Envoy replied as he regained his feet.
“Are you high?” Kristin asked, seeing the massive discs that his pupils were. “Yeah. You're high. Just forget it.”
“Wait, wait,” Kovacs called out as she turned to leave. “Uh Uh Let's just start over, okay? I'm Takeshi Kovacs.” When Kristin didn’t reply, Kovacs poured on a little more charm. “Oh, that's right, I forgot. You don't approve of the Uprising-era killing machine.”
With a grunt and the smallest of smiles, Kristin finally replied. “You want that drink or not?”
“I'm gonna pick the place,” Kovacs said with a grin.
Takeshi, with only one night on Earth before an eternal slumber, naturally chose a stripclub for his drink with the gorgeous Latina woman. Rather than sit in the audience, Kovacs walked right up to the bar in front of the main stage, frequently called perverts row.
“How do you know it was my case?” Kristin asked as they ordered their drinks.
“It's called Envoy Intuition. Total absorption of everything around you without preconception or assumption,” he replied, his eyes never leaving the naked dancer in front of him. “I see the details.”
“Or you just got lucky,” Kristin bantered.
“Luck isn't a word I'd associate with myself,” Kovacs replied, somewhat darkly. “So why would you care what happened to Bancroft?”
“He wanted me reprimanded when I couldn't find his killer,” Ortega replied after a long sip. “Tried to screw with my career, which means with my life. And he's still fucking doin' it.”
“You saying you didn't deserve it?” Kovacs questioned.
“I'm saying I polygraphed the wife at her own insistence. She passed without a twitch. We chased down every lead. Friends, enemies, people with opportunity and motive, and we always came back to the same thing. Laurens Bancroft locked himself in his study and blew his stack out,” the detective explained.
“And conveniently forgot that he'd be resleeved less than an hour later?” Takeshi asked with a wry grin.
“Are you a moron or just an asshole? There's no Bancroft case!” Kristin nearly screamed, her blood heated.
The two stared at each other for a long few moments until Kovacs felt the waitress approaching. “We'll take the check.”
“No,” Kristin ordered the server away. “We're not finished here.”
“Listen. When a sleeve has been slabbed for a long time, the body keeps making hormones. Did you know that?” Kovacs asked the gorgeous Latina.
“Yeah. Everyone knows that,” Kristin replied.
However, she was calmer now and her mind made the connection he was hinting at. It made her look at him appraisingly now. The sleeve, or body, he was in was certainly nice enough. Tall and muscular, her preferred physical type. Though he was a little more Nordic looking then she typically went for, that didn’t mean she didn’t like what she saw. However, he was an Envoy…which both made her worried given their history with terroism, as well as more than a little excited.
Since he didn’t get a reaction out of her yet, he continued. “You know that first time, when you're fresh out of the tank…”
“Shut the fuck up,” Ortega interrupted, but with none of that fire she showed earlier.
“I'm thinking since you took me out for a drink…” Takeshi pressed, everything about his horniness levels true.
“You're paying, and one more time, you're just an asshole,” Kristin bantered back.
“Not the first date to call me that,” he grinned. “And do you know what my Envoy Intuition Is telling me right now? Without question or reservation?”
“What?” Kristin asked, leaning in and even subconsciously biting her lower lip.
“That you wanna ride me like a prize-winning bull. And more importantly, you want me to fuck your living brains out,” Kovacs told her, his eye contact never breaking.
“Is that so?” Kristin asked, not denying his guess. “So you’re really going to say no to Laurens Bancroft and his bottomless funds,” the gorgeous cop reiterated.
“Some things can’t be bought. Like me,” Kovacs replied.
Kristin seemed to weigh those words heavily in her head. Coming to a conclusion, she waved down the waitress. “4 more shots.”
“Alright,” the last Envoy laughed as the waitress returned a minute later with their drinks. However, he was in for a surprise as Ortega drank all four, one after the other. “Hey?! What the hell?”
“You’ll get over it,” Kristin replied before pressing Takeshi’s finger against the digital check the waitress was holding, paying their bill with Bancroft’s money. “Besides, I need…parts of you functioning.”
“Oh?”
“You have rooms upstairs?” Kristin asked the loitering waitress.
The woman nodded her head in answer, at which point the pretty cop was already demanding the closest room available. The waitress told her the room number and directions, at which point Kristin paid for it with another press of Takeshi’s finger against the digital screen.
* * *
The two never made it to their rented room. Instead, they climbed the stairway to the next floor up and pushed open the first unlocked door they found. In this case, it was a large dining hall that was fortunately going unused. And another stroke of luck had the dining hall have only one entrance so after they went through the doorway, she slammed the door shut with haste and latched the dead bolt.
Before the pair exchanged any more words, Takeshi had taken the initiative and acted. As she stepped away from the door he pulled her in towards his much larger frame, backing them up until his ass could rest on one of the sturdy wooden tables. The seated position allowed for their massive height difference to become more acceptable, allowing for their kiss, which started gentle before graduating to deeper and more intense.
“God, you’re fucking sexy,” Takeshi muttered, grabbing a healthy amount of her impressive bust.
The kiss was escalating extremely fast at this point. In the span of a few heartbeats they had their tongues battling against one another as they roamed the other’s body. Kristin had reached up to gripped the back of his head and pulled him tightly against her while Kovacs did likewise with one hand, except on the small of her back. His free left hand aimed lower after starting off rubbing between her shoulder blades as it ended up on her small but bubbly ass overtop her painted-on pants.
“Mmhmm,” she moaned, for which he followed suit as well.
After another minute of eating each other’s faces, Takeshi let his hands wander over her body again. As they went over Kristin’s skinny shoulders and onto her ribs, his palms contacted her tits, which instantly made him pause. Despite being a very petite woman, Ortega sported a large pair of breasts. Sure, they were made to seem larger because of her tiny frame, but that didn’t change the fact that they were a hearty C cup on a woman weighing maybe a 100 pounds and standing just over 5 feet tall.
After letting the massive man have another pawing of her boobs, Kristin broke the kiss so she could look into his eyes. “Go ahead,” was all she said.
Takeshi knew exactly what she meant by that comment and so did. First he helped her shrug out of her jacket before grabbing the bottom of her shirt. Though this too was extremely fitted to her body, Kristin helped by lifting her arms. That, and his Envoy strength easily allowed the shirt to be pulled over her head before he tossed it aside. Now only with a bra covering her upper body, Kovacs leaned forward and bent his head, Kristin drew her chest a little higher and arched her back to allow him more room to operate. Right away she felt a kiss along her collarbone before the next one planted inches lower, right at the start on her breast.
“Amazing,” was all the Envoy muttered.
The big man took his time, opting to tease the hardened cop rather than let his animalistic nature loose and overwhelm her. After a third kiss between her deep cleavage he surfaced from between the pillowy globes so he could lip lock the tiny detective again. This time it was Kristin’s hands that went to his chest, but rather than grope, she opted to undo his shirt, one button at a time.
“You looked hot,” Kristin commented as he flashed her a smile before leaning in and kissing her neck, allowing her the room her hands needed. “Mhmm…yes. Much better.” She added after peeling his shirt from his shoulders.
As the Envoy soldier took over and finished removing his own button-up shirt, Kristin took the time to appreciate his body. Quite frankly, the sleeve was perfect. Not only was he tall and handsome, but he had a muscular physique that was ideal of her - ripped but not super bulky. He had a nice flat stomach with the outline of his abdominals which upped Kristin’s hormone levels.
“Ay Dios mío,” Kristin swore in Spanish
Of course Kristin didn’t get too much longer to appreciate the giant blonde’s body because as soon as he finished removing his shirt from his arms he sought her mouth back out. After a flurry of kisses to her mouth, neck and collarbone all while his hands roamed her petite yet curvy body, his fingers settled on the clasp of her bra. Without having to break their kiss, the Envoy soldier unhooked the garment before pulling the bra from her body, and thus rendering the gorgeous black-haired woman topless.
“Fucking hell, these are beautiful,” Kovacs gushed, holding each of the weighty breasts in his hands.
His staring admiration lasted for only another second before leaning back in close to her tiny body. He had already tested the waters with his softer kisses when she was still in her shirt so this time he went right at them. Kristin’s breasts were gorgeous and perky and her nipples were already hard with just the graze his thumb made over their pink surface. Without another moment’s delay, Takeshi bent low and immediately captured one of her nipples in his mouth, gliding his tongue along her erect nipple all while applying suction.
“God yes! Suck my tits,” Kristin cooed, cradling his head in her hands to help him suckle harder.
After another few seconds, Kovacs broke his air-tight seal on her left tit and stood straight so he could kiss the curvy Latina once more. This time as they locked lips their naked chests pressed against each other, Kovacs feeling her heavy tits crushed against his more muscular frame. However his mouth yearned to be back at her tits so he leaned back down and captured a nipple back between his lips, this time the right one, while his hands made short work of undoing her pants.
“Get these off,” Kristin demanded.
Even though it had been well over 250 years since he’d been with a woman, especially one as pushy as Kristin Ortega, Kovacs knew what she wanted. As he latched his fingers down the waistband of her pants and pulled them downwards, the tiny woman wiggled her hips to help accommodate the request. Though the pants were practically painted on, the two succeeded in removing the garment, at which point Kristin kicked off her own boots to stand completely naked in front of him.
“God! How weren’t you created in a lab,” Takeshi complimented the flawless human in front of him.
At this point Takeshi's hands were working overtime, all while his mouth stayed in an intense lip lock with the much smaller woman. He felt like an adolescent with ADHD as his hands constantly bounced between squeezing her big boobs, using finger and thumb to roll her surprisingly small nipples. The next instance he would be cupping her shapely ass, giving it a firm squeeze and hearing her moan into his mouth as a result.
“I’m happy you like what you see,” Kristin cooed her appreciation.
As good as kissing and groping her was, Takeshi needed to taste the petite Bay City cop. In a controlled burst of motion, Kovacs lifted her off him as if she weighed nothing before settling her back down on top of him but with him seated and her with that bubbly ass in his lap. If Kristin Ortega felt exposed sitting on the psycho-terrorist’s lap then she had a funny way of showing it as she spread her legs wide for him. The two had their eyes locked on one another as his fingers began rubbing around the edges of her mostly bald snatch, gathering the fluid that her pussy was already gushing. Just as his middle finger dipped into her pinkness they kissed once more, with the lip lock deepening a moment later as a second finger stretched her out.
She was tight despite her age, mainly based on the fact she was a tiny woman. Kovacs was constantly switching between fucking her snatch with two fingers in a slow, careful approach before he withdrew one so that he could literally fingerblast the petite Bay City cop. Right when Kristin thought she had the blonde man figured out he would pull out completely so that his thumb could circulate right on top of her clit and drive her absolutely wild.
“Jesus you have magic hands,” Kristin moaned.
Since the completely nude Latina was only capable of moaning away, Kovacs occupied his mouth by sucking at her neck. That lasted all of a half a minute before he lowered his head towards her number one asset and sucked on the closer boob, capturing her pink nipple with his lips. As if in response Kristin simultaneously arched her back to better present her ample tits to the man while using her free hand to massage her other boob.
Realizing that his mouth could be used to finally taste her, Kovacs slowly lowered the big-breasted cop down onto her back while scooting his ass backwards. As if to sample, the tall blonde did a quick lick of her entire snatch, tasting her copious juices which tasted sweet like honey.
“Oh yes, please eat me,” Kristin practically begged, now using both hands to grope her sensitive tits.
Planting his lips against her lower ones, Kovacs used his tongue to make a half dozen swipes deep into her honey pot before venturing north and creating suction against her clit and sucking hard. Based on her unending amount of moaning he knew both were feeling fantastic for her, but he couldn’t tell which one she preferred so after 5 seconds of hard sucking he went back to skewering her pussy with his tongue.
“Finger fuck me again, magic man,” Kristin muttered, finally using her mouth for something other than screaming.
“Man! You got quite the mouth on you,” Kovacs commented with a laugh.
Pivoting from one oral sex move to another, Kovacs smoothly entered his pointer finger into Kristin’s twat until it was buried to the hilt. Not content to use only his hands, the giant blonde would curl his finger so his tip would rub her sensitive G-spot everytime he pulled out or pushed in while his tongue took long swipes at her pink folds.
Much like his earlier technique, Kovacs kept the same basic action but with variety. He was still using a finger to pump inside Kristin’s moist snatch but sometimes it was fast while other times it was slow. Likewise with how many fingers, and now that she had loosened up even more Kovacs found he could finger blast just as fast whether it was with a single digit or two. All this happened while he took turns either peppering her clit with his tongue or applying suction while in a tight lip lock.
“Damn you’re tasty,” Kovacs commented about the squirming girl on the table before him.
“Ah! Oh! Yes! Keep going,” Kristin pleaded, one hand being used to grip the back of Takeshi's head and keep him pressed firmly between her thighs.
Even though this was his last night on Earth, that didn’t stop Kovacs from bringing the petite detective to orgasm instead of stopping so they could start fucking immediately. However, the Envoy always found getting a woman off so fucking sexy, especially one as verbal and physically absorbed into her pleasure as Kristin Ortega clearly was.
“So close,” Kristin cooed. “Let me at my clit and you use that finger up my ass.”
Kovacs was so stunned by her words that all his momentum nearly stopped dead. However, he recovered quickly enough and did as the extremely skinny yet busty detective demanded. Moving away from her clit so she could take over, Kovacs orientated his mouth over her pink opening before driving his tongue deep within her pink folds. After a quick deep into her pussy with his right index finger, Kovacs smeared the juices he collected against Kristin’s crinkled rosebud and applied pressure until the sphincter gave, easier than he thought actually.
“Oh fuck! Yes! That’s it,” Kristin screamed as she gyrated above him on the wooden table.
Normally Kristin didn’t ask a guy (or girl when she swung that way) to finger blast her asshole within 15 minutes of meeting them, however Kovacs was showing immense skill in eating her pussy out. However, being this close to cumming the petite Latina threw all decorum out the window so she could achieve the rare release.
“I’m cumming,” Kristin shrieked. “Oh God YESSSSS!”
Kovacs waited for his just rewards after hearing the scream and feeling the hands on her head tighten. Sure enough a tide of gooey honey came like a typhoon, coating the blonde man’s tongue. The kneel guy was right on hand to lap it up and devour the cum before going right back inside Kristin for more of the delicious cum.
“Well shit you’re tasty,” Kovacs commented, rocking back up onto his feet once done savoring every last drop of her essence.
Rather than melting into a puddle and needing some time to recoup, Kristin rolled herself off the table and was pulling the much taller man down to her level to kiss him deeply. As her head cleared from the euphoric experience, she could taste herself on Takeshi's tongue, which only made the detective kiss him even harder.
“I’m giving suck your dick so well, you’ll remember it for the next 250 years,” Kristin told him, meaning every word.
“Well alright then,” Kovacs smiled broadly.
Kristin was obviously no rookie when it came to giving head. In fact, the petite Latina took great pride in her oral ability. After spinning her much taller partner around and pushing him back so he was half leaning with his butt on the edge of the table, Kristin didn’t have to so much as drop to her knees as opposed to simply bend over, such was their height disparity.
“Oh fuck,” the handsome man moaned as Kristin started her work.
Despite her hardened attitude, the 35 years old had given countless blowjobs, though a conservative estimate would put it into the thousands. Therefore, she had given different types of oral sex based on the scenario. So for tonight she opted for a not-too-slobbery variety of knob shining, enough to get the guy coated in her spit without leaving long tendrils of her drool all over the place. And given the fact that they desperately wanted to fuck each others brains out, the fiery cop went with a fast pace and loosen her throat so two-thirds of his lengthy pecker was bobbing into her mouth at any given time.
“Glllkkk….gllllllkk,” Kristin’s mouth moaned as she coated his dick in spit.
Showing Kovacs that he wasn’t the only one in the room well versed at oral sex, Kristin really showed her stuff. While still maintaining her neck-breaking speed the petite detective moved upwards so her lips were only gliding down his tip and the following 2 inches. It allowed for her to appear as a blur as he looked down and watched her impressive display.
“Got a beauty dick here,” Kristin commented as she pulled up for air and to let a large glob of spit fall from her mouth and land right on the tip of his cock, instantly getting worked into his shaft by her fast-pumping fist.
“Oh well thank…mhmm God!”
Takeshi's acceptance of her compliment was cut short as the black-haired woman totally surprised him as his eyes were closed. As her hand continued stroking the entirety of his pole Kristin had gotten to her knees so she could use her lower vantage point on his sack. With what looked like a smile on her face, Kovacs had kept his eyes locked on the petite cop as she gleefully sucked on one nut before switching to the other, all while her hand never slowed as it jerked him off.
Now getting to show him what she was capable of, Kristin was truly in her element. Knowing that this was his first and only night on Earth, the detective worked through all of her tricks and greatest hits. Whether it was guzzling both his nuts at one time or using her tongue to lick up the underbelly of his dick, she did it all.
“Need to fuck you know,” Kovacs grunted after only a couple minutes of her oral attention.
Once Kristin finished sucking on his left nut and spat it out, she immediately agreed. As the petite cop began climbing to her feet, Kovacs helped her out by hooking his massive hands under her armpits. Hoisting her up into the air he effortlessly carried her 100 lb frame to the nearest table, settling her down on her back and stepping between her thighs.
As Kovacs looked down at Kristin, he rubbed his tip through her pink folds, loving how utterly drenched her pussy was. The entire time she was sucking him off, Kovacs was planning how he wanted to fuck the Latina and missionary seemed best for now. After all, it afforded him a perfect view of her best asset, which were sure to be bouncing up and down with each and every stroke into her cunt.
“Get that dick in me now, Kovacs,” Kristin demanded with zero subtly.
With dick already in hand, he rubbed his tip through her folds to mix her pussy’s sweet fluid with the thick amount of spit she left behind on his dick. Once he had his head lined up with her tight hole he pushed in as a smooth motion and watched as the first several inches disappeared into her snatch.
“Ah! Oh!” Kristin cooed as she was penetrated.
Kovacs tried to soak in the entirety of the experience. As he kept his cock pumping slowly albeit smoothly into her bald snatch with half his 12 inches he noted how beautiful the girl was, and also how good she was feeling. With her legs spread wide she was inviting him to fuck her as her own fingers continuing slowly rubbing her clit. Her mouth was wide open as low moans of delight escaped constantly while her pillowy tits were bouncing up towards her face with every thrust.
Remembering that he was supposed to be doing more than staring and drooling at the gorgeous woman, Kovacs focused back on the task at hand. Rearranging her legs so one was flat on the table and the other up on his shoulder allowed the big man to work another inch into her tight snatch while fucking a little faster as well.
“God, you feel great,” Kovacs grunted.
As if to encourage his positive work thus far, Kristin let her leg drop from his shoulder so she could wrap both around his waist. Kovacs instantly stabbed her cunt a little deeper when her heels dug into his backside. Kristin grunted with only a flash of discomfort from being forced open by his massive cock, but that mere moment of pain allowed the Envoy to pump into her with another inch or two of depth. Well worth the trade.
Determined now to bury his entire meat pole inside the sexy cop, Kovacs sacrificed speed and smoothness and instead did deep hard thrusts into her pussy. Kristin knew what he was after so simultaneously used her legs to spur him on while her hand went back to her clit and rubbed furiously. Between Takeshi's determination and Kristin’s encouragement, the pair were able to overcome her natural tightness and get the big blonde to be buried completely in her womb.
“Tu puta madre,” Kristin swore in delight. “So big. So good.”
Kovacs made sure he enjoyed every second of his encounter with Kristin Ortega, though it would have been impossible not to at this point. Her athletic legs were still wrapped around his waist, spurring him on while her tits were now bouncing with more intensity now that he was plowing into the petite detective harder.
“Fuck me,” Kristin moaned, lifting her hips to meet his thrusts.
Picking up speed, Kovacs did just what she wanted. At this point, Kristin and Kovacs were little more than hungry bodies banging together in search of release. Not that whether one minded that they were being used by the other for sweet sexual release, in fact they were both having a pleasurable time, although Kristin once more was enjoying herself a little more.
“Like this?” the tall blonde asked, clearly in a rhetorical manner, slamming his thick cock into her with enough force to shake the table and her big tits with each thrust.
“Uhhh, yeah,” the fiery cop grunted as she met each of Takeshi's thrusts with as much zeal as he was giving her.
Hearing the tone of Kristin’s voice rang through to the big blonde man. It was likely Envoy Intuition, but as he looked down and found the signs he was looking for. Kristin’s eyes were glued shut and her mouth wide open, letting loose a torrent of moans. These observations were coupled with her nearly spastic squirming on the tabletop and her hand rubbing with more conviction on her clitoris.
“You wanna cum again,” Kovacs correctly pointed out to the flush Bay City cop.
“Oh yes!” Kristin agreed. “Make me come with your fat cock.”
As Kovacs continued to pound into her with everything he had, the big man realized that he wasn’t in too much risk of blowing his own load yet. Despite the fact he hadn’t hooked up with anyone in over 2 centuries, he was pleased to discover he wasn’t getting dangerously close to popping. Which just meant he could extract more pleasure using Kristin Ortega’s insanely fit body.
“Almost,” Kristin moaned, her body starting to quiver as if getting ready to erupt.
Motivated by a sense of pride, the male bit down on his lip to take his concentration away from his own pending orgasm and plowed as deep as he could into the big-breasted detective. He pleaded with her to rub her clit harder and faster, all while he used only a portion of his cock to fuck her, allowing more of his shaft to keep her pressed open and deliver deep thrusts.
“Oh Lord…I’m cumminggggg!” Kristin responded, her back arching as her orgasm hit her full force like a ton of bricks.
As she clamped down on his cock Kovacs gritted his teeth in hopes of riding it out. He knew that she came hard based on the death grip her pink lips gave his tongue when he brought her to her first orgasm, but the sheer grip strength her pussy gave his dick now was unreal. However through stubborn willpower Kovacs found a way from popping his load into her pussy and eventually started to slowly make small thrusts as Kristin’s orgasm wore down.
“God you’re a fucking stud,” Kristin complimented, sitting up on her elbows. “Give me two orgasms and still resist the urge to cream inside me.”
“I meant when I said that there is no one like me,” Kovacs replied, still lightly pumping into the detective.
“Help me up,” she asked.
At once, Kovacs respected her request by pulling out promptly and stepping back. As he helped the tiny detective off the table and back to her feet he couldn’t help but notice the glistening layer of Kristin’s juices coating his manhood. The skin of his shaft was slightly red from the friction as it stood proudly out in front of him.
“So this is really your last night,” Kristin asked, trying to confirm things before going further.
“Last night…ever,” Kovacs confirmed. “Why? Wanna make all my dreams come true?”
“Maybe,” she replied with a naughty smile.
“Then you're letting me put it in that amazing dumper of yours?”
“Butt man? Should have known,” Kristen rolled her eyes, though the smile never left her lips. “Well I guess I do have an obligation to make your last night worth it…”
“Mmm…that’s what I’m talking about,” the Envoy grinned broadly.
“I have lube in my pant’s pocket,” Kristin stated as she stood and leaned over the table, resting her hands on the top to support her weight.
“You carry lube around in your pocket,” the guy replied, stunned as he handed over the handbag.
“What can I say? I’m a modern lady,” Kristin gave him a cheeky grin. “Now isn’t there a saying about a gift horse?”
“Touche.”
As Kovacs worked a handful of lube on his dick, rubbing himself thoroughly to coat it evenly, he looked over and saw Kristin using her lubed up fingers to smear the dollop of the fluid around her tightly constricted asshole. Though the 35 year old detective may have been barely 5 feet tall and 100 lbs, she was no stranger to all matters of sexual relations, even taking a cock in her poop chute. She took her first dick in the ass in her teens, but it wasn’t until her mid-20s that she actually started to enjoy it. Though tonight would be more of a challenge given the girth that her big blonde Envoy possessed, the combination of lubrication and how utterly relaxed her body was, not to mention her vast experience with anal, meant that it would be more than manageable.
“Go ahead,” Kristin cooed, feeling the man being polite enough to withhold until she said yes or no, at which point he broke her sphincter’s threshold. “Awww fuck.”
“You…” Kovacs began to check before the petite woman interrupted him.
“It’s fine. Give me a second is all.”
Takeshi had stopped advancing into Kristin’s backdoor and just held his head within her rectal walls. He had no first hand knowledge of what she was going through but having your asshole forced open by a dick was something that likely needed a period of time to adapt to the new sensation. After a few more seconds the pain had mellowed enough that she used her hands against the table to push back towards the Envoy soldier.
“Better,” Kovacs asked, as he began making smooth, almost gentle strokes with a few inches of his cock.
“Much,” Kristin replied with a flash of her mesmerizing smile back over her shoulder. “Now fuck my ass.”
As Kovacs started to push with a little more of his cock and with a slightly increased pace, Kristin whimpered in discomfort. It was barely audible through the biting of her bottom lip, nor was it enough to make the big blonde stop sodomizing her with his huge cock. Being a veteran of anal affairs, the talented detective instead redoubled her efforts with her fingers on her clitoris.
“Awhh yes…much better,” she cooed as a tendril of pleasure shot up her spine, ending the last of mild pain coming from having her bowels forced open repeatedly. “Keep going.”
The Envoy soldier did just that, aided by the black-haired woman pushing back against him as he slowly worked more in and out of her petite ass. Inch by inch he made progress further into her asshole, going deeper but only pushing in and out at a slow and steady pace until Kristin was taking half his length. In the next minute with the same technique Kovacs had gotten half the remaining portion of his thick cock into Kristin’s tushy, meaning it was only the last 2 inches not currently embraced by her rectum.
“Tight Goddamn ass,” Kovacs groaned in delight. “Fucking perfect.”
The tall blonde continued to rail his dick into Kristin with a steady medium speed, repeatedly gauging open her bowels and making her take almost a foot of dick all while the detective moaned and diddled her clit with her eyes closed. As Kovacs maintained a steady thumping rhythm he leaned forward so one hand could go to Kristin’s impressive bust, giving her breast a hearty squeeze while his other wrapped through her hair and onto her neck, causing Kristin to look back over her shoulder with a look that portrayed true happiness.
Kristin was caught off guard when Kovacs froze for a moment with only a few inches in her rectum, but a slapping noise at the same time she felt her ass cheek start to sting let her know it was for the big man to spank her bubble butt again. He restarted fucking her booty again but this time with more speed, his thick cock splitting her anal passage easier than ever.
“Fuck me. Fuck me so hard you remember it forever,” the beautiful detective urged him on.
“Kristin…need to cum,” Kovacs warned the woman, allowing her the decision as to what to do with his semen.
“This is your night. Shot wherever you want,” Ortega replied.
“Time! Fuck!” Kovacs practically yelled.
“Where?” Kristin asked, body filling with adrenalin.
“Knees!”
Kristin timed his thrusting just right so that as Kovacs was rearing his hips backwards she scooted as far forward as she could. The result was as she planned with his dick popping free of her poop chute. Before he could blink, Kristin had dropped to her knees before him and his dangling cock. Of course he wanted her to go ass-to-mouth on his dick. After all, the Envoy was both an ass man…and a jerk! Regardless, it wouldn’t be Kristin first…or tenth…or maybe even her hundredth time tasting her asshole. Therefore, being the little anal slut she was, Kristin didn’t even hesitate to open her mouth and wrap her lips around the head of his cock.
“Mmm,” Kristin moaned, tasting her own ass on his cock.
It was so nasty and naughty but that was why she always did it, or did it for most of the good ones. Kristin really got off on being such a depraved little slut, letting any guy she felt like fuck her in the ass and then sucking his cock clean whenever they wanted.
Seeing the lust and hunger in Kristin’s eyes Kovacs put a hand on the back of her head. Though Kristin needed no encouragement with blowjobs, Kovacs was too wrapped up in the moment and began thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth, pushing in until he felt his cock brush against the back of her mouth before she pulled back. When just the head of his cock was still in her mouth, Kovacs looked down and saw the big gorgeous eyes of Kristin begging him to give her the just rewards she wanted.
“Fuck,” Kovacs grunted as he emptied his balls.
The first jet squirted out and hit her along the entirety of the length of her tongue. The second blast followed right on its heels and hit her on the roof of the mouth. As his orgasm wound down and his cum was becoming less in terms of volume and the force it was propelled out, Kristin took over and sucked the rest out of Kovacs all without ever breaking eye contact with him.
Even after the last drop of cum had left his balls Kristin continued sucking more of his cock, albeit at a slower less aggressive pace. When just the head of his cock was still in her mouth, Kristin sucked on the head and swirled her tongue around the crown before pushing back in as she went back to cleaning his cock of all remaining lube, ass juices and jizz.
“Mmm hmm,” she moaned, finally letting my spent cock slip from her mouth when she was sure she’d gotten all of it.
“Jesus,” Kovacs finally groaned after a few silent seconds. “That was…you were amazing.”
“Me?” Kristin questioned, still kneeling fully naked. “You made me cum twice! Not an easy endeavor. Is that an Envoy thing?”
“Nope. That’s a Takeshi Kovacs thing,” Takeshi smiled.
“You have a place to stay tonight?” Kristin asked as the pair began hunting down their clothing.
“I'm gonna be at the Raven on Coronado Street. Why? Gonna look me up for round two?” Kovacs smirked.
“You should change your mind,” Kristin suggested. “You know that's one of the AI hotels. No one stays in them anymore.”
“Well, I got money and he's got girls, so I think we'll be good,” he replied.
“They're hardwired to want guests. If you stay with one, it's like sleeping with a stalker,” the detective warned.
“Hey, I'm moved by your concern but I'm gonna get myself a nice meal, a couple of high-end hookers, and enjoy what's left of my little vacation before I go back to sleep forever,” Kovacs revealed. “Now, as fun as this was…see you never. Cheers.”
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