[Episode 106186] [Episode 106186]“naughty boy,” Kasumi said, feeling a twisting sensation in her stomach. It was starting. With any luck this would be much more like her old days as the Warrior for Love and cleanliness, Pretty Sailor, White Porcelain. She did miss those days. Say what you would about Queen Grime’s shoddy housekeeping skills, she could whip up a well-hung and motivated Yuma.
Kasumi stopped counting and stepped out onto the lawn. Trotting, her hands cupping her breasts to keep them from jouncing too much in their current freedom, she headed toward the dojo.
“Hold it, bitch!” Mr. Messenger shouted, and Kasumi looked over her shoulder to see him exiting the house and breaking into a run.
“No, keep away!” Kasumi shouted, breaking into a full run herself. She lowered her hands so he could pump her arms and her breasts swayed and bounced, almost throwing her off her stride. She made the steps of the Dojo three paces in front of Mr. Messenger, but had barely gotten two steps inside when she felt his hands latching onto her shoulders.
The top of her dress was already ripped open at the front so it offered little resistance when Mr. Messenger pulled back on it. if slid off of Kasumi’s shoulders and down her arms, balling up and trapping her limbs like a pair of Chinese-finger-cuffs, pulling them behind her at the same time. To add to the effect, Mr Messenger twisted the fabric to draw Kasumi’s arms tightly together behind her back, which made her breasts thrust out provocatively.
Mr. Messenger was suitably provoked. Pulling on her trapped arms he dragged her back against his body as one of his hands circled her chest to cup a breast. Kasumi let out a little gasp as his warm hand fondled her.
“you got big tits, girl. Bet you enjoy that!” He growled. Bet your sister is forced to wear skimpy barely there swimsuits to compete with you at the beach,” he continued as he brought his other hand around to join the first and held her tight against him as he squeezed and mauled her amble bosom.
“They do say that more than a handful is a waste,” Messenger mused. He didn’t act like he though Kasumi’s tits were a waste, not the way he lovingly squeezed and compressed them, making her flesh flow first one way and then another.
“No,”Kasumi protested his treatment, but she was trapped between a pair of hard hands, and a stiff prick, which was jamming into her ass through her skirt. A thrill went through Kasumi as she realized that Messenger had let his cock out for some fresh air at some point during the chase. Maybe even as early as when he’d still been in the dining room.
“bet these babies took a long time to grow this big,” Messenger remarked. “Bet you started really early?” Kasumi didn’t answer his poorly worded question, manly because she didn’t realize he expected an answer, until that is he pinched both her nipples painfully between his thumb and forefingers. “Didn’t you?”
“eeeeeee,” Kasumi squeaked in pain even as desire flashed through her mind. “Yes, yes! I needed a training bra when I was nine.”
“Nine, imagine that. Some girls don’t show even a bump before they are thirteen. Bet all the little boys in junior high were walking around with junior league boners whenever you walked by. You ever give them a taste or a touch?
“No, of course not!” Kasumi said in indignation.
“But I hear you were class president all through Junior-high and High School,” he said in a casual tone as he tugged her breasts apart from each other and them smooshed them back against themselves. “Sure you didn’t run a little campaign office, say in the supply shed. One good feel per vote.”
“No, I’d never!” Kasumi gasped in outrage.
Messenger continued on as if she hadn’t spoken. “Or maybe you offered an even better deal. Maybe you handed out blowjobs for votes. Bet you got real good at those, all those years of sucking off all those horny little boys. Of course it don’t take a lot of talent to blow a kid. Why don’t you show me what you learned in school?” As he said this Messenger pinched her nipples and tugged downward, leaning forward.
Kasumi’s knees went weak as he bent her forward and pulled her down, her legs folded and she settled to her knees. She let out a gasp as her poor nipples were finally released and blood flooded back into them making them crinkle and harden as they engorged with arousal.
Messenger placed a hand on her head to hold her in place as he stepped around her kneeling form to stand in front of her. Just as she had thought his long slender penis waved in the air, jutting out through his undone fly. “Suck it!” he ordered, moving his hips forward.
Kasumi kept her mouth shut and twisted her head as his cock prodded at her closed lips, sliding across them and moistening them with pre-cum. “I said suck it!” Messenger yelled, using both hands to force her head back toward him and pushing at her closed lips with his erection, pressing them back against her teeth. It wasn’t painful, but it soon would be and Kasumi whimpered as she opened her mouth and allowed him to push his manhood inside.
Messenger shuddered, and for a frightening second Kasumi feared he was going to spend right here and now. That would not speak well of his control, though she guessed it would be a compliment to her, in a way. She felt his hands clench in her hair and he stiffened holding her head still as half his cock soaked inside her mouth, the head brushing against the back of her throat. All those tentacles had gone a long way to teach Kasumi to suppress her gag reflex and she worked her throat, massaging the end of his prick.
Messenger let out a little gasp and pulled back slightly, away from her attentions. “You’re good!” he gasped, his voice betraying surprise, and what sounded a bit like amazement. “Poor boy, Kasumi was willing to bet he’d never had a really good blowjob before. Most girls thought that just sticking it in your mouth and sucking on it was all there was too the art. Maybe Kasumi had never done what he’d accused her of, but many a youma had been distracted by her skills while her teammates recovered enough to dust his ass.
Messenger seemed uncertain as to what to do, so Kasumi took the initiative away from him. When she felt his hands relax slightly in her hair she slid her head forward smoothly taking his full length deep into her mouth, and down her throat till her nose was buried in his pubic hair. A very sparse bush actually, he must trim, she thought, even as she felt him swell in her mouth. He let out a gasp and she felt him press himself against her face as if trying to get even more of himself into her. She hadn’t even had to give him her famous throat ripple.
He came, jism pumping down his cock and into her belly, she hastily pulled her head back so the last few shots filled her mouth. She savored the familiar taste. Other than where hygiene was involved, most men tasted similar, though there were slight variations. Not like Youma who were more varied than Berti Bott’s Many Flavored Beans. She had always supposed it had to do with what they were made of. Kasumi let her lips part slightly so a trace of sperm dribbled out and ran down her chin, the men always seemed to like that.
Kasumi felt Messenger growing soft in her mouth and she started to bring her true talent into play, moving forward she took all of him into her mouth again, an easier task this time. Sucking, she pulled backward, stretching him out, and then slurping him back up like an over sized noodle. Kasumi really hoped he had at least one more time in him. She’s really hate to break his legs without getting a chance to take some pleasure from him.
It would be sad, he seemed like a nice man. But, she really had no choice if she wanted to protect Nabiki. Messenger would have to be used to send a message to his boss. Nerima was still off limits to his sort. She was surprised he’d had the nerve to try it. It had been some time since she and her friends had cleaned up the town, of course, but Kasumi had rather thought the presence of Ranma, and his friends, would have reminded the upper echelon that bad things happened to bad people in this area.
She needn’t have worried about Messenger being a one shot wonder, however. The young man recovered quickly under her skilled oral massage and it was only five minutes before he pulled his sword from her mouth, freshly tempered and ready to do battle.
The poor man was gasping slightly, but had more than enough strength to push her back ward onto the mat. “No, please, you’ve had your pleasure, leave me alone!” Kasumi pleaded, crossing her legs to protect her ‘treasure.’
“Not even started,” Messenger grunted as he worked to force her legs apart. Kasumi finally had to relent slightly and allow him to do so, and he quickly got his legs between hers to hold them open. Shoving his skirt up, she saw his eyes go wide, and she actually found herself blushing for real. She really hadn’t expected anyone to get a peek today, and it felt so good to walk around with nothing on under her dress. “My, how convenient,” Messenger said. Kasumi had to suppress a giggle. His voice actually sounded a bit shocked and disapproving.
“it didn’t stop him from reaching forward and cupping her sex, running his thumb along the underside. Drawing it up, he parted her lips, already engorged with her arousal and dipping it into the wetness that he found there.
“My, aren’t you the little slut. All hot and wet from giving the big bad man a blowjob,” he remarked, working his thumb into her clutching passage.
“No! Please!” Kasumi begged, writhing under his touch as if trying to pull herself away. Not, of course, to push herself harder against his hand. Kasumi’s large clit was fully erect and exposed and his fingers found it, which pleased her, maybe he was not so unpracticed as he seemed. Even with her larger than normal endowment it was surprising how few men, or youma, could find that little bud, or even bothered to try.
Kasumi had become very aroused during her encounter with Messenger, so when he pinched her gently, she was more than ready to orgasm, and did so with enthusiasm. “No, no, no!” she cried out as if deeply ashamed of her bodies reaction all the while pumping her hips upward against Messenger’s hand.
The temptation proved more than Messenger could stand and he lowered his body, using the hand still pressed against her sex to guide himself into her. He sheathed his member with one long push that brought a gasp from Kasumi as she orgasmed again and clenched around him.
Messenger gasped himself, and was soon gasping constantly as he pounded into her clenching vessel. Kasumi knew he would not last long at the rate he was going and focused on wringing as much pleasure as she could from him before she had to make an object lesson of him.
Despite it being his second time in ten minutes Messenger indeed did not last long and had only been pumping Kasumi for two minutes before he reared up, his face twisted into a strained grimace as he fought to hold on for just a few more strokes, but then he gave up the effort and with a cry of “Show Me the Money!!” Plunged deep into Kasumi and spilled his seed.
Messenger fell forward onto Kasumi, resting his still clothed body on her mostly nude form as he panted in an effort to regain his strength.
Kasumi stroked his back through his shirt and shuddered through several small orgasms as he shrank inside her cunt. When the last one ended she gave a small gasp and softly whispered. “What a nice surprise, Nabiki.”
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