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Things had been working out despite several huge setbacks… it's been a few months since she left her home country of Australia with promises of 'You'll see' and 'I'll show you!'… But then, just like that, what felt like an incredibly promising start quickly descended into an essential nightmare.
She had always been a sporty girl, despite her large breasts and bubble booty figure—despite it, actually. Playing tennis, basketball, football—or soccer, as the States call it, and excelled… But racism and sexism made it difficult to get onto a professional team despite her excellent performances. Her father, an Aboriginal kurdaitcha man, had wanted her to give up her fanciful dreams of sports stardom and learn of her culture and tribal history, and her mother, a successful modern lawyer, wanted her to find a more 'appropriate' high-earning job for herself… No wonder they weren't together anymore.
She might have been condemned to follow her father into the bush, but it was less likely than finding a high-paying job her lawyer mother would want. But thankfully… or perhaps unfortunately, all things considered, college scouts came a calling.
Gotham University was branching out into adding a female soccer/football team. And they wanted to recruit her; she'd get admission to Gotham University, live in their dorms, and get a full scholarship! It was too good to be true!
Because it was… as she would later find out. Her father told her not to go, and her mother told her she just wouldn't cut it in the states. Give up. Stay here. Don't do anything… All the negative reinforcement drove her and her parents further and further apart until finally she scampered off on her own and went to Gotham City, cutting ties with her parents if they were so insistent on controlling her.
At first, everything seemed to be going great… until she was informed that the program she was recruited for had been canceled. No scholarship, no team, no dorm… She only managed to justify her stay at Gotham University by competing for the basketball team… and even then, only managed because she's fairly certain the coach likes big tits… because despite so far not actively playing in a game, she still had to shower after games…
Which is also unfortunately how she managed to pay for her new tuition. Webcamming… Her accent and her body were absolutely a boon for the job. Getting naked, ASMR, roleplaying, and masturbating with dildos. If it kept her fed and in school, who was she hurting?
People liked her voice, they liked her booty, and they liked her tits and ass… if you had told her while she was in Australia that she'd end up whoring herself out, she would've called you a drongo and flipped you off… But if it wasn't FOR the webcamming, she'd either be crawling back to her parents or be on the street, probably doing much worse… and in Gotham, you don't want to be doing 'much worse' in anything.
But after a few months… people wanted MORE out of her. Showers and Dildos can bring in a loyal fanbase, but she was going to have to step it up to more exciting content if she wanted disposable income… And in Gotham, you wanted that.
…So, she talked to a guy she liked… a fellow member of the basketball team who had an impressive cock she'd seen in the shower. If she was going to have sex on camera, she should do it, right? Right? He agreed so fast the question had hardly come out of her pretty mouth.
She said she'd give him a blowjob, and his face wouldn't be shown on camera. More than fair, no attachments necessary, and she'd get to eat for another couple of weeks. Simple… she announced her first blowjob camming and broke 1000 dollars in reservations.
The night of the blowjob came before she knew it… The guy she trusted to sit back and get his donger slurped sat back and let her slurp his donger, her thick, beautiful black bubble ass wobbling and bouncing side to side in a twerk her father would be proud of… because he taught her to dance, not because he was weird. Though he was that too.
She got about 8 minutes into the video, and with a moan he unloaded into her mouth with barely any other warning, but she took it like a champ, sucking out his jizz before turning to the camera and letting it ooze out of her mouth into her hand, grinning to her perverted audience. "Night, Drongos…" she said, her usual farewell. Waving with a sticky hand, bouncing her big brown breasts with a torso shimmy, and finally turning off the camera…
And that's when everything went very wrong.
"Well, I wish you could've lasted longer." She said a little teasingly to him in her sexy accent as she got off the floor, But all in all, thanks for that."
"How about a little private show? Just us?" He asked with a grin that would've made the GU cheerleaders swoon, but she wasn't one of those cheerleaders.
"No, thanks. Help yourself to some cola if you want." She said, gesturing to her kitchen… which wasn't far from her bed… or her bathroom… Since she was kicked out of the dorm, she basically lived in an oversized broom closet with a Murphy bed… Camming was lucrative, but she wasn't living the high life.
"Come on. Might as well get some real practice in instead of looking pretty on the bench." She frowned at him, slowly. "I bet I'd do a better job than the assistant coach."
"What?" she asked sternly.
"Everyone knows you're only on the team because he… likes his coffee black." He grinned at her, "…You know what I mean." He said lecherously as she scowled at him now. She picked him because she liked him… she didn't like him anymore.
"Just because I cam doesn't mean I'm sucking off any coaches!" He scoffed, "You know what? Get out, arsehole!" she snapped as he then scowled and suddenly slapped her. "Ah!" She fell back onto her bed, it had happened so suddenly she was in shock. And he was suddenly on her, spreading her shapely legs. "Ah-GET OFF! GET-!!"
BANG!!
The front door of her little hovel rattled loudly. Something hit it HARD… so hard it splintered!?
With his hands on her face and tits, they both stopped to stare at the door. "…The fuck-"
"SUPERBABES!!" and a glowering, massive woman smashed bodily through the door; pieces of it shattered like a shotgun everywhere as she rushed straight towards him.
"HOLY SHIT-MMGH!?" He was a tall man, but she towered over him; grabbing his face, she easily yanked him off of her. The seven-foot-tall red-headed woman picked him up, grabbing him by the balls and gripping his face as she easily held him over his head. "MMGH!?!" His shriek of terror echoed behind her hand as she then marched to the window… and threw him through it like a javelin. "AAAAGH!!"
He crashed into something, probably the dumpster in the alleyway, and the big redhead dusted her hands… Wearing tight jeans, a girlish pink tank top, and a motorcycle jacket over it with an odd 'SB' patch on it, she turned to her and smiled.
"Hey, sugar." She said as she gaped at her, then the broken door, then her again. She blinked her almond-brown eyes and then glanced at the door once again.
"You broke my bloody door!" she said as the redhead sheepishly shrugged.
"It was locked, sugar." The redhead replied, jerking a thumb at it… putting her at a loss for words.
"I can't bloody sleep-" she grabbed some clothes, his actually—he was tossed out of the apartment without his pants, and she began putting them on. "In an apartment with no door!"
"You won't be sleeping here tonight." Said a new voice as a woman in a purple pantsuit entered her apartment, she glanced casually at the destroyed door, then moved past it. Looking at her with purple eyes… "…Hello." She said calmly. "How would you like a job?" Casual as can be.
She stared at the purple-eyed woman, then the giant redhead again, and back to the purple-eyed woman. "…Are you mad as a cut snake? You break down my door and offer me a job?!"
"…She's got you there, hon." The redhead said, smiling prettily, but the purple-eyed woman sighed.
"YOU broke the door." She said calmly before turning back to her. "…And YOU need a more stable job. I'm here to offer you one."
She blinked in confusion at her, then sat on her Murphy bed. "…I have… a job?" She said slowly, but the look on the Purple-eyed woman's face said she knew that if she wasn't sure herself, she couldn't really call it a job… This cam session was good, but she was going to have to escalate to even hope to keep up that sort of gain… And now she had the added awareness that not all the guys she 'likes' are going to be gentlemen. And these two might not be around the next time 'no' wouldn't be taken as an answer.
"I can see I'm going to have to make my case." the purple-eyed woman said calmly. "…Shall we do it over dinner? I'm late for work." She added lazily, "My treat." The big woman chuckled.
"Take the free meal, sugar." She said with a wink, "She doesn't always get this charitable."
…She COULD use a meal that wasn't a load of Drongo Cream… "…Can I shower first?"
"I insist." The purple-eyed woman replied with a rather sour look on her face. Like she smelled something foul. "…And pack your things. You won't be staying here anymore…" she added, going over to her tiny fridge and grabbing a Pep. Tossing it to the big woman, who popped it open and took a drink. "…Try to be quick. Again… I'm late for work. And we don't want to be here when the cops show up; that'll just make me even more late with all their inane questions…"
"…Who even ARE you?" She asked from her bathroom doorway as the purple-eyed woman raised an eyebrow.
"I'm Orders. I give them. You take them." Orders declared, "This is Ronnie-Bell, also known as Giganta. And I'm here to offer you a job at Superbabes as a delivery girl." She stared at Orders, who rolled her purple eyes as she replied.
"Pull the other one."
"Put her in the shower." Orders ordered Ronnie-Bell. The big woman tossed the empty Pep can out the window to 'clang' on someone's head-
"Ow!"
Then she promptly grabbed her by the waist and lifted her. "Hey! Put me down, Sheila!" and set her in the shower.
"There will be plenty of time to explain once we get there… I promise you I won't skip the details." Orders added as Ronnie-Bell winked and turned the shower on…
Time: 8:43 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
One time skip of two weeks later.
She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, pulling on the brown motorcycle jacket over her tight blue crop top that covered her neck, shoulders, and part of her face with her hair tufting out of the top. She wore tight black long pants and a belt over that. She was mostly clothed, but she still managed to feel naked in the tight costume… Her breasts stretched the top, her ass bulged at the bottom, and her tight athletic stomach was on full display as she sighed loudly, staring at herself.
"Butterflies?" Slightly startled at the sudden voice, she turned to find Tasha or 'Vixen' as she's supposed to be called, on the floor watching her with a kind and sexy smile on her sultry lips.
"Suddenly everything feels very real." She replied, gazing at her body in the mirror… and thinking 'wow, that Sheila is hot'. It didn't feel like her… which works out because she's supposed to be 'Rocket'.
"Two weeks of orientation." Vixen said, brushing Rocket's shoulders and adjusting her jacket before resting an arm around her shoulder and looking in the mirror with her, so close their earrings were almost clanking together. "First night on the proper job. You, girl, are going to be GREAT." She said confidently as Rocket sighed again.
"…Still feels a bit crook." Which was Aussie for 'feeling weird'. Whether she was talking about the suit or the job, she wasn't sure.
"You'll get used to it." She said, talking about both the job and the suit. She then glanced over her shoulder at the empty locker room. "I'll let you in on a secret that might help." Rocket intently listened as Vixen whispered seductively in her ear… probably unintentionally. "…Orders does not hire girls who can't do the job." She said confidently, which confused Rocket a little, but just as much DID help her feel a little better. Still a little nauseated, but better. "You're just nervous. It'll pass." She said before lightly patting her shapely bubble butt. "Come on, quit checking yourself out in the mirrors. You need to take your picture."
Rocket sighed, then turned, her shapely bubble butt wobbling tantalizingly in her new pants as she walked out of the locker room with the experienced Superbabe. "Looking good." She blinked as Yaya Zhang smiled cheekily at her.
"If you say so." Rocket replied only for Vixen to playfully slap her bubble butt again.
"Don't be a modest girl. You look like a treat. Going to drive the boys on the floor wild." Vixen noted, "Speaking of." She waved to the notedly purple-eyed, silent stare of Orders before heading out on the floor herself to work that big, beautiful ass. She was going to have more than a few singles between those cheeks in moments…
But back to the other bubble-booty Black girl in the room. "Ah!" Yaya lightly swatted said bubble butt in her new suit, bringing Rocket's attention back to the Asian girl with the camera.
"Get used to that." She said casually before wrapping her arm around Rocket's and dragging her along to the couch.
"Because the guys are touchy?" replied Rocket as Yaya blinked at her.
"…What? Oh! Right." He laughed whimsically, "Sorry that happens so often on the floor I don't even register it anymore until I have to hit someone. No. Ha-ha…" she chuckled. "Veronica's not working tonight, so brace yourself when she is."
Rocket was only more confused, but then she was put into a sexy pose by Yaya, who took several pictures of her before finally. "Annnnd done!" she declared before tossing the camera across the room, but Orders raised her hand and caught it without looking up from her crosswords. "GOAL!" she cheered. Orders' purple eyes flashed at her. "…Heh, sorry, boss." She noted but Orders sighed and plugged the camera in. "You're going to be GREAT. Whereas I'm going to catch a movie with my brother, Joy, and her boy toy." She said she waved, "Later!" bouncing out the back door before Orders threw something at her.
"There you are." Orders declared as Giganta came back onto the floor and leaned against her spot on the counter. "All ready to head out." She said as Rocket approached and looked at the screen and the Superbabies Gotham website. There she was, all prettied up and posing, waiting for someone to call her and… have a tumble. "You'll be fine. The butterflies will stop flapping soon." She added as Rocket blinked at her.
"How-"
"You will get used to it." Orders replied as Giganta smiled kindly.
"The whole 'she can see the future thing' not the butterflies, sugar, those'll keep happening. But that's all the fun!" She then rested her hands on Rocket's shoulders and pushed her beautiful body gently towards the floor. "Off you go, hon." She then turned to Orders. "…are you-"
"I don't hire girls who can't do the job." Orders replied confidently. "She'll be fine." She added, spinning her pen between her fingers. "…Eventually." She added as Gignata crossed her very impressive arms under her equally as impressive chest.
"…Sugar you can't use that word like that." But Orders merely waved her away. "It's you." She added as Orders' purple eyes flashed… And about an hour later, the phone rang.
Time: 8:56 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"I would like the-OOoh… that looks very nice. Uh, Rocket Ravioli is new."
"Rocket Ravioli. Beef and spinach stuffed pasta in alfredo sauce. Anything else?"
"Yes… delivered by-"
"Rocket. Very well."
"But I was going to ask for Vi-"
"Rocket. VERY. WELL."
"....Looking at her, she is also quite nice."
"Very well. We expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address, please."
MEANWHILE
Orders ripped off the receipt and held it up. "Rocket. You got one." Vixen gently pushed Rocket back into the lounge and gave her thick, bouncy booty a fond clap before walking around in front of her and leaning against the counter to smile at Rocket's stunned silence, various nooks and crannies of her body stuffed with enough tips to pay for celebratory drinks for the staff twice over.
"WHAT the bloody hell just happened?" she said, looking down at her body and all the stripper tips stuffed in it.
"Don't worry about that." Vixen smiled, plucking tips from her crannies and her nooks before stacking them on the counter into a pile as Orders' hand clawed the pile under the counter. "New girls are popular; that's all yours." She said, snatching the receipt from Orders's other hand and handing it to her. "You'll do GREAT."
A small Superbabes box with Vixen's shapely form stamped on the lid slid across the counter. Spinning to a stop next to Rocket. "Off you go." Orders replied as Rocket glanced at the box, and sighed as she stared at it, before picking it up and walking towards the backdoor and the closest company car. She slid into the driver's seat, her thick ass molding into the seat as she put the box down and gripped the wheel and side.
…It'll be easy. Just lie back and think of the outback… She might have hit the gas a bit too hard from the nerves. Speeding out of the lot a little faster than she expected.
She'd never been to Upper East Gotham before, but it wasn't hard to find the 'Gotham View Apartment' it was one of the taller buildings in the district, and it gave a view of Gotham. It's in the name, also the ocean… She parked the company car on the street, glancing up at the towering apartment building, before sighing again and groaning quietly.
She's going to look ridiculous walking through the lobby. She might not even get past the doorman. She strutted down the sidewalk, and nobody paid much mind to the fact that she was dressed as a teenage sidekick of a superhero… Just the fact that her tits were big, her face was pretty, her body was fit, and her ASS just wanted to draw hands to its wobble like it had a gravitational pull.
Don't be confused, she did have a BIG ass… but it was more like her ass was the moon and Tasha's ass was the Earth itself. Still, it drew eyes like gravity, and she walked up to the doorman of the building. He was tall and broad-shouldered. He looked her glorious body over and then spotted the box in her hand and the positively patented picture of Vixen on top of it. His eyes twinkled knowingly, and he tipped his hat to her and let her walk right into her confusion.
So much for being stopped by an outward source; at this point this was all on her. Everyone she passed seemed to be looking more at her costume and body than thinking about WHY she wore that costume on her body.
Welcome to Gotham, where questions aren't asked and nobody talks to the costumed weirdos…
Still, she got into the elevator and pushed the button. Rising up to the 10th floor of the tower, which was still far higher in the air than most of the surrounding buildings and still had a great view of the city…
She stepped off the elevator to oddly 'ocean' smells and flowery décor like you were in the tropics rather than a Victorian gothic nightmare city. It also wasn't hard to find the apartment; it was just to the right of the elevator, Apartment 111. She stared at the door… holding the box in her hand, before sighing, No going back now…
She then raised her hand and knocked, remembering to say the phrase. "Superbabes!"
Time: 9:20 PM. Place: Gotham View Apartments (Room #111)
"Special Delivery Service." It was drilled into her like she was at boot camp… actually Helen did it so it felt pretty close to accurate. She took a breath and waited until she heard a click and clack of door locks and chains… then the door swung open calmly.
Well, this was just GREAT. She stood there holding the box, staring at the man who must have been, what? 70s? maybe 60s if she's being generous. He had a warm smile and a completely hairless face except for his eyebrows which were pure white. He had thick legs, a gut, and rather stubby fingers. Wearing a blue robe, he stood there in socks and sandals.
"Well Hell-O there." He said almost charmingly as he gazed at her eagerly with the lust of a much younger man. "You're much prettier in person."
Well, that was nice of him, if not a little creepy; he spoke softly and kindly, like a loving grandfather… which had an extra effect because he was almost as old as her grandfather… "Thank you." She replied in her (unintentionally) sexy Australian accent as he gestured for her to come inside, and she walked right into the very nice apartment… even if it looked like a bachelor pad out of the 1970s.
"Is that an Australian accent?" he said, and she could hear the excitement in his voice. "It's lovely." He said as she looked out at the view, it was a GREAT view of the Gotham skyline, even if it was only the tenth floor. The entire wall of the living room was glass, with a couch and a TV on the wall plus what appeared to be a very extensive… porn collection. It went with the 70s shag carpeting.
"Where do you want this?" she asked as he then wrapped a hand over her big bubble butt, sending a shiver through her, and gently led her into his dining room.
"Right over here, beautiful." He said, and she went right over with him, putting it down on the sturdy table as he then took the box, opened it up… and took out the food. She blinked at him curiously; to be honest, she expected him to just tell her to get naked and ravage her on the shag carpet. "MMn!" he took a bite of ravioli. "This is fantastic. Have you had some of this?"
Admittedly no, she hadn't actually eaten the Superbabes food before; she normally watched her waistline studiously as an athlete. "No." He gestured for her to come closer with that same grandfatherly smile on his face.
"Come try this." He reached into the portable container the ravioli came in and plucked one big dumpling between his fingers like a chopstick, holding it out for her. "I promise I washed my hands." He said charmingly as she stared at it. The funny thing was she believed him… don't know what that says about her.
But she opened her thick 'dick-sucking' lips, as Tasha called them, with one big 'bite' wrapping her lips around the ravioli she pulled it from his fingers and chewed-
"Crikey." She found herself saying it before she could stop herself. "That's good…" she said, her almond eyes wide as he grinned.
"Right?" he waved his hand and quickly went to the kitchen to get a utensil. "My friend introduced me to the food." He said, "But then I heard about the enticing services you girls give."
Oh, right, she was supposed to have sex with this old man… The butterflies were back. He returned and took a seat at the head of his table, and she frowned, confused… standing there and wondering why she wasn't naked… or sucking his dick, or…
"Get on the table for me." He said with that same grandfatherly tone as she frowned.
"…On the table."
"Mmnh-mn." He nodded, eating his ravioli, dabbing his chin of sauce with a napkin, and slapping the table with the other. "Show me that beautiful behind you got there."
THERE it is…" She inwardly sighed but outwardly smiled as she flexibly raised one leg onto the table as he chuckled cheerfully, watching her easily get onto the table using powerful muscles and balance, standing tall over him, almost touching the ceiling with her head as she turned slowly on the table and showed him her ass. "HOooo!" he cheered as she just stood there for a moment and then wiggled her hips, making her ass jump side to side. It bounced and wobbled satisfyingly in the tight pants as she bent her knees and kept shaking it.
She didn't need MUCH instruction from Tasha and Ciara in the fine art of Superbabe ass shaking; she had friends in Australia she partied with, so she knew how. Plus her Kurdaitcha father taught her to dance, and while that wasn't exactly MeTube clickbait it did give her a particular set of twerking skills you won't find in any old strip club. Her ass bounced and rolled like boulders bouncing down a hill, dropping abruptly to her knees as he gazed eagerly at her ass and still ate. Positively enraptured as if booty watching was a spectator sport on TV…
But she slammed it onto the table and bounced it off the wood like they were basketballs… Completely unintentionally, it was a mistake, but he clearly seemed to love it. Laughing and chuckling delightedly as she continued her little dinner and show. Bouncing her booty on the table with a Thump! Thump! Thump! It rattled slightly as if she was about to split it in half with her bubble ass… She rested her ass between her feet, wiggling her hips like she was trying to shove her ass between them… before throwing it back and bending forward, face on the table and ass in the air. Clapping her cheeks together like unsecured windows in a hurricane.
He had eaten, watching her ass cheeks try to bruise themselves; they were thundering together so hard. He then slurped down the last ravioli and put the cup aside, wiping his round, wrinkled face and throwing the napkin into the disposable cup that carried the dish.
"Alright. I had my meal; now I want my dessert." He said cheerfully as her ass stopped clapping. "Roll over, beautiful, let me have a look at that little mound. She blinked at him, and after a second she swung a leg high in an arc and dropped onto her back, spreading, closing her eyes, and thinking of Australia.
"Take those pants off for me." He said excitedly as she raised her legs and peeled her pants away as easily as one would peel a banana and spread herself again, "Oh, that's so pretty…" he whispered as she closed her eyes again… Feeling his hands grabbing at her waist and pulling her gently to the edge of the table, he then took his fingers and spread her pretty pussy before licking his lips again like a hungry dog before opening his mouth and wrapping his lips around her snatch.
"MMgh!" A long, wide tongue slid delicately into her tunnel and licked her like ice cream. "Mmmgh!" She covered her mouth to stop herself from squealing as he licked away at her. "Mmgh! NMn!" Whoever taught this old man to eat pussy like this deserves a medal. "MMmgh!!" It felt like his tongue was sliding deep inside her body to tease her uterus, making her toned stomach flex and spasm as she tried to maintain some dignity.
"MMGH!!" …Nope. She's never cum so quickly in her life. The old man lapped away at her like a dog to water as he scraped out her tasty insides and slurped down her juices.
"Mmnh-hhmn!" he moaned happily, holding her legs open as her hands slid to her breasts, squeezing them through her top that she didn't even take off yet. He jerked his head about, licking away at her insides, scraping out pure bliss from her like it tasted of honey.
"HAa-aaah!" she gasped, her back arching, shaking her hips on the table as her eyes rolled up into her head.
"MMgh!" he pinned her and her thick black ass to the table as she squirted uncontrollably into his mouth. "Haa-! Aaah…" clawing the table, she shuddered as he peeled his tongue from her lower lips, licking them hungrily before kissing and tonguing her slit again. "HAah…" gasping she felt his stubby fingers sliding into her. "Oooh!" her back arched as his tongue and surprisingly smooth digits slid in and out of her.
"Mmgh-hmhmn!" he moaned happily, nibbling and licking her clit as his tongue and fingers churned and spread her. "Mmn! Ah… you're such a pretty girl!" he praised and licked her, "Pretty pussy, pretty body, tasty-tasty…" he teased, fingering her like a piston before wrapping her lips around his clit again and sucking. "MMn! Mwah… you can cum." He said kindly, "You can cum as much as you want. I love watching pretty girls enjoy themselves.
"Aaaaaah!!" her body obeyed him and sprayed a torrent of squirt on his face again. He just stared at her, smiling as if making a mess on his table was perfectly normal. "Haah!" Her back arched, her hips thrusting towards his face as he chuckled.
"MMgh! That's so good…" he whispered soothingly, rubbing her pussy lips. "So good." He repeated it, and she shuddered. "…Roll over for me, sexy girl, come on…" he licked his lips as her body continued to shudder. "I'll help you, honey." He declared casually before grabbing her leg and once again rolling her over. She flopped onto her stomach, and he grabbed her waist, carefully pulling her up to her knees. She moaned with her face down on the table and her ass in the air before he reached out and grabbed her too-thick bubble ass cheeks, squeezing them like sponges before playing with them, making her slit tremble…
She's had maybe one or two boyfriends she went all the way with, and neither of them was anything special. She lost count of how many times he made her cum with his fingers, lips, and tongue. "Oh this is the finest bubble butt I've ever grabbed, certainly the tastiest looking since I retired…" he gripped tightly to her ass, making her moan as he spread her apart. "Oh look at that pretty hole." He cooed before running his tongue up her slit, making her shiver, and then-
"AAAAH!!" A jolt of lightning rushed through her body, her eyes rolling up into her head as her toes curled and she clawed the table. She came instantly as the wide, writhing tongue slid up her ass without hesitation… He moaned like it was the best chocolate he ever put in his mouth, his hands squeezing her bubble ass cheeks firmly over and over as squirt sprayed like a broken sink faucet, streaking across his table as he kept sucking and licking in her ass.
Her squeals and cries of pleasure echoed with a lovely Australian twang to it. Her entire body shivered, jerked, and bounced as he wrapped his arms around her body and just kept EATING. "Aaah!!" she never knew it could feel so GOOD to get buggered! And he was just using his tongue!
"Mmgh… mmnh-mn!" he moaned happily, occasionally squeezing and lightly slapping her beautiful bubble ass around his old face like he was the happiest man in the world.
"Aaaah!!" Even as she squirted all over his table, he held her in place and slid his fingers into her ass. "No-No! No moOooore!" She howled, "Bloody HELL!! No MORE!" She screamed again, a smile stretching across her face as he relentlessly made her cum AGAIN. "Oh GOD! OOH! GOD!!" shrieking her pleasure, trying to crawl away from his assaulting organ only to suddenly push back against his face. "MMgh! Oh GOD!!" His lips were glued to her puckered ass, and her insides clung desperately to his tongue for more, shaking and squirming, spraying another torrent of squirt out of her. It was a miracle she didn't just dehydrate right there"
"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm! CUMMING!!" Clenching her teeth, hissing the words, shaking her ass on his face and tongue bouncing it off his smoothly shaven, wrinkled cheeks as he clapped her again.
"Cum for me, beautiful!" he moaned. "Cum for me! YEAH!!" He laughed as she squirted a little spurt on his fingers like he struck oil. He yanked them from her holes and licked them clean before smacking her ass cheek and, finally, getting up from his chair. He opened his robe; she might have been nervous if her brain hadn't melted about 10 anal orgasms ago. He was completely naked underneath, and his wrinkled dick wobbled as he stood on the table, standing behind her… Her ass welcoming him with an open hole! Gasping for the sweet taste of COCK
SPURT!
"OH! YES!" he sighed, grabbing his cock, holding it over her ass, and spraying thick, gooey ropes of aged seed across and between her beautiful black ass as it wobbled under him. "OH! Yeah, that's what I like!" He grinned, still spraying his cock over her ass as she shivered, arousal oozing down her inner thighs as she came again and his hot load sprayed on her. "Haah…" he sighed, smiled… and got down off the table slowly.
"That was the tastiest ass I've had in years." He declared, "Beautiful, that was delicious. I'm definitely ordering from you again." He declared as she twitched and shivered rather indignantly as he went to his fridge. "Want some yogurt?" he asked, casually licking his lips before digging right into some vanilla yogurt.
"…You ate my bloody arse out."
"Oh yeah, I love ass." He said casually as she pushed herself upright, "It was my thing back when I was an active pornstar… got a taste for it." He added as she slipped off the table and almost slipped on the floor in her squirt. He licked his lips and ate his yogurt as she watched her try to get the feeling back in her sturdy legs, her ass cheeks rippling. "…Can tell all sorts of girls from eating their ass."
"I don't believe you." She said, her face red and her loins burning with desire as her asshole suddenly cried out in hunger. He shrugged. "…You were a pornstar?" she asked, surprised, as he nodded cheerfully.
"Oh yeah! Penis De Milo!" he laughed, "…Just call me Milo. Would you like some yogurt?" He repeated, "A sports drink? You lost a lot of fluids when I made you cum." He said as she went red and groaned at the sticky feeling on her ass.
"…You didn't even bonk me." She mumbled, ALMOST sounding disappointed.
"I'm not a young man anymore." He chuckled shyly, "I just like having my favorite snack every now and again but you're going to be my go-too!" he said proudly as she frowned at him. "I know an anal girl when I taste one." She suddenly blushed and scowled at him
"…Can I use your Wet room?" She asked, and when he stared at her funny, she added. "Shower." he gestured down a hall.
"Oh! Right sorry… lovely voice. It's over here." He said, closing his robe and leading her into a very nice shower as she walked into the stalls… Oddly enough, the one at the Superbabes house, where Orders was letting her live, was nicer. She stripped off her jacket and top. Revealing her big breasts and pancake areola. "Mmn you have a very nice body." He said, casually watching her shower. "No wonder you're in this business."
"Not by choice." She mumbled under her breath, but Milo shrugged, clearly hearing her even as she washed under the shower and did the traditional Superbabes showering thing… because she was a natural.
"You're a natural." Milo said, "Trust me… your body was made for Anal." That's not a compliment… but her asshole quivered in agreement at his 'kind' words and the physical memory of his wide tongue up her ass. She glared at him, but he just watched her shower… specifically her wobbling backside.
"I'm just going to do this for a little while." She said, "Save up and get back to what I want to do."
"Good for you." He said, legitimately supportive, "…Some of my best friends were only in the business long enough to get to where they were going. One of them is a high-priced lawyer… granted it's for a bunch of big unsavory corporations... But still." He then chuckled as she finished washing the cum off her ass. "That was the second-best ass I ever ate, and you were twice as anally sensitive. I should give her a call." He gently caressed her ass as she bent over, grabbing her uniform, "Well if you're only going to be doing this for a little while… I better get a taste of that ass for as long as I can."
She blushed, trying not to let him see her body trembling at the idea of his tongue in there again, yanking her pants up over her booty, and finally breaking the spell it seemed to have over his gaze. "Well, I better get your money! It was worth every sent." He declared, walking out of his bathroom. "Everything was DELICIOUS."
She suddenly found herself standing outside his door holding a HUGE stack of cash in her hand as he kissed her cheek with sticky lips from behind and went back inside. "See you next week!" he said as she blinked and stared at the stack of money… She made about as much after an hour as she did an entire NIGHT of camming… She stared at it and finally snapped out of her thoughtful look. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she turned and walked down the hall back to the elevator before realizing she'd be walking around Gotham with a stack of bills in her hand, before slipping it into her jacket.
"…Crikey." She breathed as she pushed the button and headed back to the car almost in a trance before finally sliding into the seat and shivering…
…Her ass felt so GOOD.
Time: 10:31 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
She parked the car, took a deep breath, and SLOWLY got out. Her ass had stopped tingling about halfway back to the restaurant, thoughtfully thinking as she then walked into the back and-
"CONGRATULATIONS!!" the girls cheered, and she jumped back to reality. The banner was being held up by Ronnie-Bell and Tasha, the other girls clapping happily as she approached the counter and put the money down. Orders took it and counted it; there was extra.
"What's all this?"
"Tradition," Tasha replied, leaping down and letting Ronnie-Bell roll the banner up. "We do it for all first-timers."
"It wasn't my first-"
"Deliveries." Orders interrupted.
"Right," Rocket replied as Orders stopped counting her money and handed a chunk of it back to her.
"Here's your cut, Ginga." She said as the pretty girl slipped it into her jacket. "Put it in your locker when you have time." She said, "You'll have a 30-minute break unless you're needed or someone orders you again."
"And you definitely will." Tasha blinked as Ginga sighed.
"Not all of them will be as kind as Milo." Orders noted, "Which is why TASHA will be your mentor for the foreseeable future." Which of course she COULD see, she was clairvoyent.
"My what now?" she replied as Tasha wrapped an arm around her waist and squeezed.
"I'm going to teach you all the ins and outs of being a sexy bitch! You're already a natural; we just have to hone you."
"Hone her later." Orders noted, "You have a delivery; out you go." Tasha blew her a playful kiss, and picking up a food bag, her beautiful backside wobbled out the back door as Ginga watched her go.
"…My Mentor?"
"I might not hire girls who can't do the job, Ginga King." Orders noted firmly, "But you're a long way from our standards. Tasha will get you there faster." Ginga chose not to comment further, and turning around, she went to the couch where Bessie was sitting, taking her break after her tits were used for a very large party… and for titfucks.
"You'll get used to it." She said kindly as Ginga frowned at her.
"Really?"
"I did," Bessie replied again, honestly and kindly, before handing Ginga a deck of cards. "Poker?"
"…Yeah alright." She said… smiling at Bessie as she joined her at a table with Mel and Brielle. She had to admit… at least the girls were nicer here than at her former dorm.
End
Yeah. I know. It has begun... Rocket/Ginga was in my head for a while, but it was only recently that I was compelled to finish her... and on my birthday. So happy birthday to me.
Her short will be up momentarily