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“Hey Belle... You ever have a run of bad luck?” Nicole said, leaning over the counter of Random Play.
Belle frowned. “What’s this about, Nicole?”
“You know, ever follow six leads in a row, hoping that you finally hit it big and this next strongbox is bursting with dennies, only to crack it open and discover they’re all drier than the outer ring?”
“Mmh... No.” Belle frowned.
She already knew where this was going. Nicole had racked up quite the debt over the last few commissions. She’d insisted Nicole come to Random Play so she could pay off at least some of what she owed. So of course, that meant Nicole would do everything she could to get out of paying, and there were no depths too low for Nicole to go for if it would save her even a single denny.
“What I’m saying is,” Nicole frowned. “The Cunning Hares might have hit a dry streak.”
“Again?” Belle had heard this one before.
As Nicole leaned in closer, Belle could see how there was another side to Nicole that had clearly dodged her streak of bad luck. Her physique. Plentiful curves layered over a lithe physique, smooth skin, and an outfit that was perfectly chosen to funnel her view directly into that bottomless cleavage of hers. Even a perfectly placed mole to draw gazes right where Nicole wanted it to land. It was something that Belle couldn’t tear her eyes away from, Nicole’s every motion and exaggerated breath serving to seductively jiggle those impressive assets atop the counter, right in front of Belle’s face. And it wasn’t like Nicole didn’t know she was doing this. She knew exactly what she had, knew exactly how to rile up the proxy, and knew exactly how it would give her what she wanted.
“Hey, it’s not all bad luck,” Belle stammered, trying to continue the pointless conversation as she looked away from those gorgeous tits, even as she started mentally undressing them from their taut white crop-top confines. “In some ways, you’re pretty breast.” Shit. Game’s up. “I-I mean, blessed!”
“Oh, these?” Nicole smirked, taking a step back while jutting her chest forward, squeezing her breasts together with her palms. “Yeah, you’ve totes been eyeing my fat tits this whole time.”
Before Belle could choke out a denial, Nicole had already lifted the hem of her crop top, dragging her tits up, before freeing them from their tight confines. Gravity did the rest, their heft crashing down with such force that it was as if the ground shook beneath her. Either that, or Belle’s knees were buckling from the intense pang of lust from seeing those fat, pierced nipples fall free, and from the realisation that Nicole hadn’t been wearing a bra this entire time.
Nicole rounded the counter, making sure to press her bared tits right up against Belle as she leaned in, bringing her lips to the proxy’s ear. “You like these babies, huh?” She whispered. “So how ‘bout instead of discussing dennies, we take this upstairs so you can get more of what you’re really after?”
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There were two big reasons that the Cunning Hares never had to pay their debts. Two big, soft, pillowy reasons, on full display as Nicole leaned back over the edge of Belle’s bed, pink twin tails hanging down to the floor.
“Go ahead, proxy,” Nicole giggled, groping her own tits and giving them an alternating jiggle. “Tonight, they’re all yours.”
Having long abandoned any possibility of a professional relationship with her indebted client, Belle’s hands took the place of Nicole’s as she instinctively grabbed a hold of the pair. Her fingers sunk deep into their warmth as she buried her grip into the bountiful comfort of those perfect tits. Soon, she was kneading into the soft, pliant flesh, mesmerised by their feel, and even more so by the little moans and whimpers she was rewarded with whenever her fingers brushed up against the piercing through each of Nicole’s fat nipples. They weren’t just huge. They were keenly sensitive too, something Belle would be more envious of if she didn’t have this chance to indulge in them.
Of course, the proxy was soon leaning forward, mesmerised, to suck at one of those tits, lips clamped around a firm nipple and tongue delivering swirling laps that alternated between warm flesh and cool metal. A position that left Belle perfectly exposed for Nicole’s next move, her hands fumbling with Belle’s belt before dragging her skirt down past her erection. Belle’s cock, throbbing with barely restrained lust, popped free of her panties. With as much a dramatic impression as Nicole’s tits had made. And it didn’t take long before Nicole’s lips were pressed against the pre-dripping tip, a whorish moan leaking from where they met as Nicole planted a greedy, suckling kiss upon the head.
“N-Nicole,” Belle groaned as Nicole’s lips returned again, losing her composure in the twin sensations of drowning against Nicole’s tits and mouth.
Nicole wasted no time in attending to Belle’s cock, her tongue dragging a slow, wet trail along the underside. Down, then back up to the tip, before opening her mouth and sucking her way down the shaft, taking Belle deep with experienced ease. A few bobs of her lips ensured that every inch of her shaft was thickly coated with saliva, smears of pink lipstick marking the depth she’d taken Belle to, before she let Belle’s cock fall free with a wet pop.
“Fuck, Belle, mmh, need your delicious cock,” Nicole gasped, Belle’s saliva-slickened cock poking against her cheek. “It’s like you’ve built up a debt all of your own down here.”
“T-that’s only ‘cause you can’t stop showing off your body all the time,”
“Don’t go blaming this on me. It’s your fault you can’t keep your eyes off ‘em,” Nicole said. “But if you’re that interested in them, how ‘bout we take this filthy cock of yours and shove it between my tits?”
Belle swallowed with anticipation, needing no further instruction as she straddled atop Nicole’s face, Nicole’s hand guiding her into the soft, enveloping valley of her cleavage. The proxy bit her lip as she groaned, feeling those fat tits completely smother her shaft as Nicole squeezed them around her. Powerless to resist the sensation, eased by all the slippery lube Nicole’s quick blowjob provided, Belle’s hips began instinctively thrusting into the tight, jiggling tunnel of titflesh.
“That’s right, Belle, use my tits like a cheap fuckhole, mmh, built only to please your filthy fucking cock,” Nicole giggled. “Hah, look at how hard you’re making them bounce. Keep those hips moving, Belle, you better not stop until you cum all over ‘em, you hear?”
Soon working up a frantic, desperate pace, Belle began relentlessly fucking Nicole’s tits, her passage eased by the mix of saliva and sweat that built up between those huge, all-embracing pillows, burying her cock down to the base with each thrust in a mountain of slick, velvet heat. The slap of her thighs every time she hilted herself in Nicole’s cleavage was matched only by the obscene, wet slap of her balls against Nicole’s face, mouth open, tongue hanging out, flicking against her taut, full nuts with every thrust. Her hands alternated between tugging on Nicole’s nipples and squeezing her breasts together to further massage her cock, mounting pressure building up within her.
But Nicole wasn’t satisfied with merely giving the proxy a titjob. Tilting her neck back, she accommodated Belle’s balls into her mouth, worshipfully suckling on the taut skin as it twitched and pulsed, milking her towards the desperate, ragged edge of release. That, and Nicole’s hands rocking her tits back and forth, further intensifying the titfuck, soon had Belle completely surrendering to the sensation.
“F-fuck,” Belle groaned, her thrusts giving way to stilted, jerky motions as she tried to draw out the last few moments of bliss before her inevitable release. “Nicole, I c-can’t...”
“That’s it, Belle, knock my whore tits up!”
Everything Belle had been holding back since her eyes had first locked onto Nicole’s cleavage flooded forth in a desperate, breathy moan. Her churning balls emptied their overflowing contents onto Nicole. First between her tits, flooding the tight tunnel of flesh with hot, thick cum, oozing out from her cleavage, dripping down her body, and pooling onto the sheets below. Then, instinctively burying herself further into Nicole, the rest was shot out in white ropes painted over Nicole’s stomach, making a suitably sperm-streaked show of her slutty body, before inevitably waning.
Weary and spent, Belle rolled off her perch atop Nicole’s face, slumping into the sheets. It took a few seconds, and a few more deep breaths, before Belle had recovered from the intensity of her climax.
“Fuck, what a mess you’ve made,” Nicole said. “You’ve done well to save up so much for me.”
Nicole propped herself up, Belle’s cum seeping in slow streams down her chest. She drew a finger to one, collecting up some of Belle’s release before sampling the taste with a greedy hum, being sure to put display how utterly addicted she was to the proxy’s cum. A display that soon worked to rouse the proxy’s attention, and to again distract her from the debts Nicole owed. With Belle’s obsession over Nicole’s tits sated for a brief moment, her attention drifted towards the other blessed features of Nicole’s physique, all smooth creamy skin layered over with a faint glisten of sweat and thicker ribbons of cum. There was so much to take in. So much more to worship. And if she was going to get her dennies worth, she might as well have it all.
So why not start from the top?
Driven by sheer lustful instinct, Belle grabbed Nicole’s shoulders, pinning her into the sheets as she pressed their lips together in a possessive kiss. Smeared lipstick mingled with the taste of herself lingering on Nicole’s tongue, before breaking away with a wet gasp and a trail of saliva snapping between them. Next came Nicole’s neck, Belle hopeful that her suckling kisses will bloom into bruises atop the fragile skin, to expose exactly what sort of whore Nicole really was for everyone to see. Not that a woman with her looks needed much help.
Then, Belle’s tongue reached the creamy, slick mess she’d made of Nicole’s breasts, dipping her tongue into the river of cum parting the valley of her cleavage, before lavishing yet more suckling, nipping attention onto Nicole’s nipple piercings. Soon seduced by more waiting below, her lapping caress moved lower, licking across every inch of soft, wet skin as she lapped up a path towards where Belle’s release had pooled on Nicole’s stomach.
“T-tissues would, hah, have done!” Nicole squirmed with confused pleasure as Belle spooned out a mouthful of thick, heady cum from Nicole’s navel with her tongue.
But tissues truly wouldn’t. Not when Belle has this bountiful goddess of lust sprawled out on her bed, awaiting every part of her to be worshipped by her tongue. All deserving of Belle’s lavish attention. Slurping down every delicious drop of musky cum that had collected in the depths of her navel. And once she finished licking Nicole’s belly clean, she trailed lower propping the girl’s knees open to nestle between thighs so thick and hot the heat seemed to radiate against her cheeks.
“What you waiting for, Belle?” Nicole huffed, averting her eyes, clearly as aroused as she was frustrated with Belle’s teasing. “You gonna stuff all that inside me, or are you already tapping out after one quick titfuck?”
“Such impatience,” Belle frowned.
Not Belle wasn’t much better. So her kisses soon trailed lower, past the heart that Nicole had trimmed into her pink curls before turning her attention to the scant thong, barely covering anything and drenched with lust. Lifting Nicole’s ample ass off the sheets with one hand, her other hooked a finger around the black strap, pulling the fabric down to the girl’s knees and baring her sopping cunt to Belle’s gaze. It was a sight appetizing enough, and as she buried her tongue in it, a taste seductive enough, to rouse the proxy’s cock back to full attention.
“B-Belle!” Nicole gasped out as Belle’s tongue dragged over her sensitive clit. “Fuck, just like that!”
For all Nicole’s earlier overbearing confidence, it didn’t take much for Belle’s tongue to reduce her to a squirming wreck atop the sheets. Face flushed, harsh breaths sputtered out between desperate moans. Hand digging into the back of Belle’s hair and demandingly holding the Proxy’s face against her core. Legs curling around Belle’s back, heels digging in.
But still, such worship was only a prelude to what the slut truly deserved. And getting her hands hooked around her perfectly fat, round ass, which always seemed to be on the verge of falling out her much too tight shorts, had inspired Belle. So, the proxy pulled herself away from the limp, blissfully relaxed woman, a whimper falling from Nicole’s lips at the sudden absence of Belle’s caress at her core. And in that defenceless moment, Belle grabbed around Nicole’s waist, flipped her over, and propped the girl up on her knees, indulging in the sight of Nicole presenting every detail of her thick hips and gorgeous ass to Belle. The ideal position to start Nicole’s first round of breeding. But first, there was one more thing she needed to do to make sure Nicole knew just how much Belle appreciated her body.
A crack echoed through the room as Belle’s hand whipped across the fat of Nicole’s ass, sending the whole rear jiggling with the reverberating impact. Soon followed by a squeaky moan as Nicole recoiled from the sensation, her knees buckling beneath her from the shock.
“Belle?!” Nicole gasped out.
“You like being taken from behind, slut?”
“Mmh, I love it!” Nicole nodded, wiggling her pleasantly sore rear in Belle’s face. “Please, f-fuck me Belle! Need it!”
Satisfied that Nicole knew her place, Belle took hold of two pink reins of hair in one hand, tugging so Nicole’s back was perfectly arched. Her other hand delivered another slap against her rear before gripping tight, fingers sinking into that ample, soft flesh, warm and pink from the impact. And then, she sunk between the dripping folds of Nicole’s desperate, cock-hungry cunt with a single motion, letting her hips collide with a firm clap against Nicole’s cheeks as she hilted the woman. A lurid groan fell from Nicole’s lips as Belle began pounding her pussy, pulling back momentarily, her lips clinging around Belle’s cock as if incessantly begging for her not to leave, only for the beckoning promise of all that wet, tight, enveloping warmth around her to drive Belle back in. Then again. And again. Soon building to a rough intensity, bodies colliding as Nicole’s hips swung back to meet each of Belle’s thrusts, that soon had Nicole’s slutty moans echoing in time with the wet, reverberating clap of her bubbly ass landing against Belle’s thighs.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck...” Nicole whined, knees buckling beneath Belle’s cock, looking back over her shoulder, one eye shut, with her lips contorting between a smile and the overwhelming, nigh-unbearable pleasure that only taking cock like this could grant a slut like her. “Harder, Belle! D-don’t hold anythin’ back!”
As if Belle ever would. She was going to get the full worth out of every last denny of debt Nicole had squirmed her way out of paying.
Belle rolls Nicole over again, pinning her shoulders down against the bed, stealing away each of her moans as she fucked Nicole hard enough to drag her hips along the sheets. Nicole whines and bucks beneath her, meeting each of those thrusts by dragging Belle down further, legs curling up behind Belle and holding her there as if the mere thought that Belle might not relentlessly fuck her was too great a risk to bear. Skin drenched in sweat pressing up against more skin, eking out every bit of delectable, soft, hot contact where they met. And all of her felt amazing, leaving Belle powerless but to give Nicole exactly what she demanded. More grateful that Nicole’s titjob had taken the edge off with every passing second, because if she hadn’t, Belle would have doubtless already blown her first load in the girl instead, before she got a chance to truly savour the feel of Nicole’s folds wrapped snugly around her.
Thinking back to that titjob soon set Belle’s lips on another journey down Nicole’s seductive body. Humming, she got another heady dose of the lingering taste of cum on Nicole’s sticky skin as her licks and smooches made their way over Nicole’s neck, over her collar, ragged breath, and towards those enviously perfect tits of hers. Each hypnotically swaying and rolling atop Nicole’s curvaceous frame with every slam of Belle’s cock deep into the embrace of the girl’s wet, hot cunt. Belle’s eyes, then her mouth, followed that beckoning jiggle, aiming at her piercing before hitting home with a wet, greedy suckle around the pert teat. Belle was rewarded with Nicole tightening up around her, tilting her neck back as she whorishly moaned against the twin sensations of lips around her sensitive nipple and cock landing deep against her womb.
So it only took Belle’s fingers tugging at her other nipple to finally push Nicole over the edge.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, Belle!” Nicole cried out as her climax crashed through her, fingers clawing into Belle’s back, clinging on in desperation, barely able to hold herself together. Never one for subtlety, and yet still begging for more. “That’s it, fuck me, fuck me!”
Belle kept fucking her through her climax. Giving the whorish sex addict all the cock she craved. Bottoming out deep, almost knocking on the entrance to her womb, even as Nicole came utterly undone beneath her. Driving those wailing, slutty moans ever higher. Crashing together with enough intensity to leave the bedframe banging against the wall behind her. If there were any customers downstairs, they’d doubtless hear them. Hear how much of a filthy slut Nicole was for her. How much she just used her debts as an excuse to get railed into a cum-drunk stupor on the end of her proxy’s cock. The thought only further dragging Belle into the depths of lust. Deeper into worshipping every taut fold and wet caress of the girl’s clamping cunt as it seemed to greedily suckle around her shaft.
But her endurance was not without end. Definitely not when treated to fucking such a perfect, buxom slut as Nicole. So inevitably, her motions began to slow and stall, her hips shuddering their last as she sought to draw out this moment for as long as possible.
“Close already, proxy?” Nicole giggled, pulling Belle in tighter, ensuring that there was nowhere for Belle to finish but inside. “That’s it, Belle, nut every last drop in there for me.”
As if there was any other way this could end. Nicole knew she had Belle wrapped around her finger. From the very moment she’d flashed her tits to Belle, the proxy would be at her command, surrendering to Nicole’s every whim. And if what she wanted was for her cunt to be pumped full of cum, then Belle was happy to indulge her. With a final, wavering groan, she bottomed out in Nicole, instinctively driving the tip of her cock as close against the girl’s womb as she could. Her body crashed down atop Nicole, her huge tits pressed up against Belle’s more modest assets. And a wet, messy, desperate kiss sealed their lips together as her cock began pumping its copious, potent load deep into Nicole’s core.
By the time Belle was done, as her cock put out her last waning drips of seed into Nicole’s flooded cunt, she was as satisfied as she was exhausted. As she broke the kiss, her eyes were greeted by the sight of Nicole at the crescendo of utter, whorish lust. Face red and panting. Lips curled in a lazy, self-satisfied smile. Skin slick with sweat, her pillowy tits rising and falling with every deep, panting breath. Belle’s attention dwelled on those twin pillows, and how comfy they’d be to rest upon.
“Tappin’ out after two rounds, Belle?”
“Mmh,” Belle said, nuzzling her cheek into the comfort of Nicole’s tits.
For all her desire, for all her intent to move Nicole around from furnishing to furnishing, position to position, as she fucked Nicole into a quivering stupor, the proxy had her limits. Limits that sat far below her, or Nicole’s ambition. There was no way a girl who subsisted on a diet of street food noodles, and whose idea of exercise was carrying a box of video tapes, could compete with a honed Hollow Raider. And though Nicole hardly looked the part, barely-contained tits and ass jiggling all over the place as she bounded her way through hollows, she did have the stamina to match her other profession.
But that didn’t mean Belle couldn’t still enjoy the rest of their night together.
“You wanna stay the night, Nicole?” Belle said.
“Maybe,” Nicole wrapped a hand around Belle’s back. “As long as I get to keep your cock in me.”
“Of course,” Belle said, her cock twitching within Nicole’s cum-stuffed pussy.
Exhaustion, and the soft warmth of tits serving as pillows, soon lulled Belle to sleep atop Nicole. Her last thoughts were not about Nicole’s unpaid debts, but instead about how wonderful Nicole felt. Not just against or beneath her, but around her cock still. Even without moving. Continuing to massage her within its warm, slick embrace, enough to keep her nice and hard through the night. Perhaps even enough to draw another load out of Belle as they slept, to keep Nicole’s cunt nice and drenched with fresh cum. Because that’s exactly what a perfect slut like her deserves.