Chapter 5 - FYFC #4: Widowmaker (Overwatch) [Teaser]

“Do I turn you on?” Amélie asked quietly, stepping towards him.
He looked shocked for a second, eyes darting down to her blue breasts before he nodded. She stood, facing him, close enough to feel the warmth from his breath. She wasn’t sure where this need bubbled up from, but her hand found the bulge in his pants.
This felt like setting up. Perching on a rooftop with a camouflage sheet over her head, seeking out the perfect angle. For once, her target would be a Talon agent. “Do you have a wife? A girlfriend?”
“No,” he said, not daring to look away from her eyes, even as she stroked him. Her other hand was on her pussy, fingers rubbing gently. They stood so close that their noses touched.
“Alright,” she said softly. Amélie hated cheaters. “If I told you that I wanted to fuck, would you turn me down?”
She heard him swallow hard. When he opened his mouth to respond, she brought her fingers to his lips. The fingers that had just been inside her. She still hadn’t released his cock, and she squeezed it through his pants, making him wince. But she wrapped her leg around his waist.
Engaging with him felt like ballet. She remembered describing her style once when she’d been famous for her dancing. That it was like having sex. A sensual fantasia. The pleasure of moving her limbs through the air. And it was all the better when she could share the experience with a partner.
She pressed her lips to his jugular and felt his rapid heartbeat. So much faster than her own. It made her want him even more. “If I told you that I wanted you to fuck me so ruthlessly that I completely forget who I am, would you deliver?”
He remained stiff for a while as she planted kisses along the side of his face. Finally, he whispered, “Yes.”
She pulled on his collar, ran her tongue along his collarbone, then pressed her teeth to his skin as she released his cock. “Yes, what?”
That made him hesitate. “Yes, Mademoiselle.”
“Good,” she said, looking him up and down. She was afraid she’d reconsider and let these feelings go to waste, so quickly she added, “Take off your clothes.”
Immediately, he undid the straps that held his Talon uniform together. In a moment, it lay on the floor in a shiny heap of red and black, leaving his cock exposed for Amélie to marvel.
Saliva gushed in her mouth. She fell to her knees coughing as she hadn’t salivated over anything in so long. Not for food. Not even for assassinations.
The agent stepped forward, looking ready to help her. But she put a hand up and swallowed the excess saliva. Still, it streamed down her blue lips. Amélie smiled as he’d brought his cock to her face level. She adored how it felt in her hands, her fingers barely wrapping around his girth. Was this really the cock of a common Talon agent?
He must have seen the curiosity on her face because he blurted out, “I tried a penis extension kit.” Then he seemed utterly embarrassed that he’d revealed that fact, and Amélie couldn’t help but feel amused. She decided she liked this bashful boy. He reminded her of Gérard, who’d always been so embarrassed every time she’d blown him. That was another memory she thought she’d completely forgotten: the countless hours spent slurping on her husband’s cock.
“You’ve done this before?” she asked before giving him a sloppy kiss right on the tip.
The agent nodded. “But only in the simulations. Never with…” he bit his lip. “With anyone.”
She couldn’t say anything to that as she hadn’t been with anyone in a long time. Whatever Talon had done to her, they’d rinsed nearly everything connected with desire. So she sucked the agent greedily into her mouth, the weight and warmth of his cock spreading through her body. Down her throat and into her chest where a fluttery feeling ignited. He smelled like only how a man could: deep and musky.
She licked him from his balls to the tip where she planted another kiss. “You have a delightful cock,” she said quietly, unsure where these words were coming from. Flattery was not something she was accustomed to anymore, but she meant every word. She grabbed his cock with both hands and, since it was slick from her spit, began stroking him over her face.
It sort of felt like aiming a gun at herself. And she didn’t plan on missing. While she stroked him, Amélie kissed his toned abs. She kissed his thighs. Then knelt and raised his cock to lick his balls.
Watching the stunned expression on his face, she released him, then grabbed his hips. His cock swung between his legs. She caught it with her mouth. Then, feeling like some long-hidden creature surfacing from the ocean, she swallowed him with practiced ease. As if she’d deep-throated countless times before.

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