Chapter 6 - Sex Scene: Storytime

WURP~ 

Drip wobbled inside her habitat, as Cornelia sealed it up and Eric wiped the reside from his face. Drip had decided to 'join' in the afterglow by sitting on Eric's face. While funny, it had spoiled the mood just a tad. He supposed she was a wild slime after all, given how often she was jumping him.

It hadn't diminished the smile on his face. Between the warmth of the sun on his back and his freshly fucked feeling radiating from his crotch, he felt good. He'd lost count of how many times he'd given a quiet thanks to Karma or whatever force had drawn him to the building, this floor and the wild women he'd already met. It registered that he hadn't even been at the building a whole day yet. What would the coming weeks be like? The months ahead?

Cornelia stretched her arms above her head and Eric watched as the strong muscles of her back flexed and tensed. His eyes traced over her smooth skin as it flushed in the warmth of the sun and her own waves of pleasure. Her breasts rose as she took a long breath that turned into a yawn and bounced as she let it out and slumped back. Her heels pressed into the cushion soft pillows of her ass. 

Eric worried his lower lip as he felt the desire, but not the energy, to keep going, and when Cornelia turned to him with a smile, he could only shrug and wordless apologize.

Cornelia returned the look, and thumbed over her shoulder at the doorway to Eric's bedroom. Eric got up and offered a hand to Cornelia to help her stand. She laughed quietly and Eric led her to the bedroom. After he made sure the windows were shut for the evening, he helped her out of what clothes she still had on and the two of them eased under the top layer of the sheets, and quickly fell asleep.

"Agh damnit." A groan came from somewhere under Eric's chin. His eyes flicked open and the dark of his new bedroom was, for a moment, unfamiliar territory. "This is gonna throw me off," He tilted his head down and saw Cornelia, her head resting on his chest, looking at a phone, his phone, and the time it was displaying. It was later in the evening, after dark and the soft grey lights lit above the windows meant that the air outside was clear, but the warnings were still in effect.

"Hope Maz's training goes off alright." He wonders aloud.

"Hm?" Cornelia looked up at him, her hair brushed against his chest and tickled as it passed over the sore patches and fresh scars. 

"Maz, she's supposed to be showing her new coworkers 'what's what' around here, remember?"

"Oh that's right!" Cornelia's eyes lit up and she rolled off of Eric and bounced out of bed, naked and gleeful. "Oh this'll be rich."

"What?" Eric sat up, "My turn now: What's up?"

"Things always go loopy when Maz is out with her coworkers." She nodded out at the dark windows. "She should be back by now, I wanna hear what kinda shenanigans she got herself into."

"You know for a police officer," Eric started and Cornelia held up her hand, all but her index finger curled tight against her palm.

"Mister Wyre," She cooed, in a deadly sort of way, "Before you finish that thought, consider the following; Firstly, it is my day OFF," Eric nodded, "Second, I am whatever kind of Officer I choose to be, within the limits of the law." She added, and uncurled a second finger to join the first, "And third," Her ring finger rose up to join the middle and index, "I'm about to go over to Maz's and ask her to recount the goofy sex-ventures of her new coworkers." 

She ran her tongue up her middle finger and sucked on it in a way that stirred Eric's recharged libido. Gears turned as Eric found himself smiling. "Read between the lines," She winked at him, "And grab your pants."

"Will I need them?" Eric laughed as he leapt out of bed and grabbed fresh boxers and some casual shorts. Cornelia slipped on her panties and loosely buttoned up her clothing as she led him out of the room. He paused, saw Drip in her habitat, in the bowl that we her 'bed'. 

He hadn't had a 'pet' since he was in high school, and really farm animals weren't pets. They were living things, and caring about them improved the quality of the 'end product', but ultimately; you don't eat your pets. 

Eric also hadn't had some'one' to come home to in a while. That house had been quiet on his returns long before he pulled the sheets out from under his sham marriage. Having Drip might just be another one of those pieces to putting himself back together.

The man chuckled as he walked into the kitchen and opened up the fridge. He saw a set of the brass colored beer cans, like the ones he'd had at Maz's the night before. But he also saw a couple of large brown bottles. He hmmed thoughtfully and plucked three out. They were on the larger side, maybe 30 oz's each. He gripped them by the neck with steady fingers and came into the hallway to see Cornelia slip her shoes on, with her clothes barely buttoned up.

"Bringing some party favors?" She asked, her eyes narrowed on the bottle in his right hand.

"Just something to put her in a talking mood, I figure." He shrugged and Cornelia laughed. She opened the door, and Eric padded barefoot behind her, into the middle space of the building. They cleared the distance to Maz's door in a short moment. Eric felt a spur of playfulness and put his back to the wall, Cornelia only cocked her head to the side as she knocked twice on the door, then once again.

"Ah, Corny",  Maz's voice was muffled, and Eric mouthed 'Corny' to Cornelia, who frowned back. "Just a second." A moment later, the door opened and light spilled out, around Maz's tall, broad, shadow. "What's up?"

"Well, I just heard you were training some new workers today, showing them the ropes?" Cornelia smiled and put her hands behind her back, and pressing her chest forward. Eric bit his lip at the sight, and heard Maz's breath out in a chuckle. "We thought you might be up for some 'story time'?" 

"We?" Maz's voice questioned as her shadow's head cocked to the side. Eric extended his right arm, in front of the doorway, and into Maz's line of sight. He turned on his heel and Maz's surprised, then excited, face came into view. She was in her usual home attire, damn near nothing. A pair of loose workout shorts and a shower soaked tank-top were the only things covering her muscled body and toned abs. 

 "Well now." She looked between Eric and Cornelia, "If I've got an audience," She stepped aside to welcome them in, Cornelia took a bottle from Eric as she walked by him, "And something to lubricate my throat," Maz muttered huskily into Eric's ear as he stepped beside her. "I could be convinced to recount my day's events." Eric offered up one of the large bottles and Maz took it with one hand and shut the door with the other.

Then, in a short blur, she pressed herself against Eric, and pinned him, gently, against the wall. Her lips slammed against his and her tongue surged forward while her free hand went downward, and under the hem of his pants. "I've wanted to fuck you, all day." She broke the kiss and pressed her forehead against his. "I've had to go dry; keeping an eye on some chuckle fucks." She groaned as she pumped her hand up and down his erection.  

"Oi! Grabby Tits!" Eric and Maz cocked their heads to see Cornelia, down to nothing but her panties, the beer bottle in her hand. "Where'd you put your bottle opener?" She didn't balk at the sight of Maz with her hand down Eric's pants or how his free hand had reached up the leg of her gym shorts to squeeze into soft gluts of Maz's ass. "Well?" She crossed her arms under her breasts, the sight of the jiggling jugs justified a thick throb from Eric's cock.

"Ah, I put it with the forks and spoons." Maz remembered, and as Cornelia bobbed out of sight, Maz led Eric by his throbbing cock to her living room. She eased him down to the kotatsu, and tucked herself in so that she had Eric, in hand, on her right side and Cornelia was on her left. Cornelia had her own bottle opened and proceeded to open the others', while Maz drank in the sight of Eric's heavy breathing, in response to her heavy tugging.

"So," Cornelia poked a the cold glass lip of her bottle to one of Maz's dark, erect, nipples. The woman shuddered and glowered, halfheartedly, at Cornelia, "Tell us already, what happened today?" 

Maz sighed as if exhausted before she slowed her stroking of Eric's manhood to an almost torturous crawl. She only dragged her hand downwards, letting go and bringing her open hand up to the head of his cock before stroking down again.

"Well, I'll skip the early morning, that was boilerplate stuff, warnings about the site, what was expected, any odds and ends about the districts warning systems. All that and the usual weather warnings." Cornelia nodded as if deeply interested, while Eric's head bobbed only once as he gripped the cold bottle.

"So some of the guys in our group are a little thick," She admitted, "They aren't idiots, but sometimes they just think with their egos more than anything else." Her hand went low and gave a firm, gentle, squeeze to Eric's balls and he hiccuped in surprise. His knees arched up and knocked on the underside of the table. "Ooh. So. Some are thick," She smirked, "Hard headed," her thumb brushed back and forth over tender flesh, "but we've got a few gems in the group. They're the kind of worker who asks the right questions others miss, quiet till they need to be heard; Foreman material." 

She took a sip of her beer and hummed as she rolled the liquid around in her mouth, slowly tasting it. Her grip on Eric's cock eased and he took a swig, himself. He was surprised at how different was from the other beer, this was a darker, smokey, beer. 

"So we group off with three newbies each; and, my luck, I get stuck with two of the thick jawed variety. They're talking the whole way down to the Red Streets." She laughed as she rolled her wrist. Eric's heavy breath washed over her chest and she smiled down at him. "But third guy is one of those good ones. He's all smiles, but he's quiet." She kissed at Eric's ear. "Eyes watching," His cheek caught a kiss as he turned his head. "Balance on-" Cornelia's lips intercepted Eric's and cool beer spilled over them. He drank from her mouth and savored the taste of a hot tongue cutting through the cool liquid, "-point." Maz groused.

She set her beer down, as Cornelia tongue tied Eric right over the flushed swells of Maz's tits, a few cool drops of beer dripping down their chins onto Maz's breasts. "I'm gonna have to keep both of you in line, huh?" She growled as she plunged two thick fingers into Cornelia's dripping cunt. Her moan was caught in Eric's mouth and he reached up to wrap and arm around Cornelia and hold her in place, for Maz. "Now where was I?" Maz asked, her fingers flexed deep inside Cornelia as her other hand pumped at Eric's cock. They broke their kiss to gasp for air. "Oh right, the newbies."

"So we get there, and I'm introducing the lot to a couple of the Girls I know. You remember the sort, Eric?" She gripped his balls tighter than she had been, but not unpleasantly. 

"The Good ones..." Eric gasped in response.

"Correct, good of you to remember."  Her grip shifted back to his shaft and resumed the easy pumping. 

"Licensed?" Cornelia asked with wet lips and sweat beaded on her brow. Maz harrumphed and shoved her thumb up Cornelia's puckering asshole. "AH!"

"And it's all good, until the schmucks manage to convince a couple of the Girls to lease them their time. Just chatting, at first" She sighed as her audience writhed in her iron sure, silk smooth grip. "I realize the gem of the lot has gone off somewhere, while I was keeping an eye on the thick jawed duo." She shook her head. "Well I can't just split the party so I drag the duo away from the Girls, but they just go and follow us cause it's 'interesting'." She chuckled as Eric rested his head on one of her dark tits and Cornelia kissed at her collar bone. 

"We round a corner and I stop, and pushed everybody back." She reversed her motions on the pair in her arms. The fingers that had plunged and pushed into Cornelia now twisted and stretched at the walls of her sodden sex. The hand that had been pumping the throbbing shaft of Eric's erection now curled and uncurled. A gentle squeeze and release that teased from head to base as her broad hand palm covered most of his length.

"There's my lost little gem." She cooed and closed her eyes. She let the heavy breathing and gasps of Cornelia and Eric put her back. "We were staring around the corner, our heads half poked out like in a cartoon, as he was toe to toe with a top class piece of brass: Ambra. Damn but they don't make em like her anymore. Her chassis is first edition, and she's earned every upgrade, but God does she have the experience." She let out a long breath and squeezed tight with both hands.

Eric bucked but grit his teeth. Cornelia moaned and gushed around the fingers in her snatch, the walls tightened and Maz's fingers ran slick with honey. "They aren't fighting, but the way they were talking," Maz chuckled again, "Ambrosia was having fun just with the build up. She'd undone half his clothes and they were still standing there. Then she pounced." She shifted her grips and lifted both members of her captive audience into her lap. "She pressed him against the wall, his pants around his ankles." She held the two together as the thick head of Eric's cock parted the lips of Corenlia's passage, but kept going as it tickled her taint and his shaft throbbed angrily against the wet lips that kissed at the heated manhood.

"Then, they kissed," Eric started to lunge forward but Maz's grip held fast and his lips stopped a breath from Cornelia's. "Not some sloppy lip lock. Proper kissing." Eric relaxed, and slowly cocked his head to the side and Corenlia did the same and Maz smiled bloomed wide as the two sweetly kissed while below, they pulsed thick and dripped slick against one another. "Then," Maz cooed, and both Eric and Cornelia turned their gazes, withing breaking the kiss, to plead with their. "Oh, relax, you big softies; Then, they fucked."

Cornelia shifted her weight to push Eric over and pin him to the ground, but at the same time; Eric backed off to thrust up and into her. The result was both of them, on their sides, joined together; deep and raw. "That's entertainment," Maz smiled as Eric began to fuck Cornelia in earnest. Her moans were long and low as Eric's thrusts pushed deep and dragged slow. "Oops," She smirked, "Sorry, Corny." She leaned back so she could look Cornelia in the eye, around the broad expanse of Eric's thrusting back. "I might have edged him too well."

Cornelia's only response was a cry of gleeful bliss as her walls clamped down, hard, on Eric, but he kept thrusting deep and pulling back without faltering. She reached up to pull his head down into a kiss that exploded with passion as Eric's cock swelled and released a torrent of cum into her. She moaned into his lips as her toes curled and a graceful leg wrapped around his back and pulled him in, deep.

Eric opened his eyes, to see Cornelia's orgasmic daze flush across her face. He pulled back and out of her as Maz's arms wrapped around his waist and stroked the cum slick shaft of his still throbbing cock.

"I think you're the one who should be worried about my 'edging'." Eric managed, before he spun in Maz's grip, and pinned her to the ground.







(Gonna take a break from series for a bit. Do some one shots!)

