Pedobear I swear didnt know

Maile And Her Uncle Kurt (Mg,pedo,cons)

Introduction: Uncle Kurt and his 5yo niece take a shower together.

Author: PeachKisser2004

Part 1 – Setup, intro, slow

Maile bounced in the door after school, thoughts of the weekend ahead in her mind. The pretty little five-year-old was so happy because her mommy said that her favorite uncle, Uncle Kurt, was coming to visit soon. Now that was all Maile could think about as she rushed to her room to change.

Maile shimmied out of her little terrycloth sundress and peeled her panties down, leaving them in a pile on her bedroom floor. Since her bedroom was near the side door to the swimming pool, she dashed naked out the door and splashed into the pool, relishing the feel of cool water all over her smooth little body. Uncle Kurt was coming next week, her mommy said, and tomorrow Maile was having her best friend Tammy over to swim after school. Maile was definitely a happy little girl.

This gave Maile an idea. Tammy had never met Uncle Kurt, so she looked forward to playing with her friend and telling her all about Uncle Kurt, then maybe Tammy would get to meet Uncle Kurt next week.

Swimming to the shallow end Maile sat down on the rough concrete pool steps, feeling the gritty pool surface against her little round bottom.

Maile was a thin little girl, unlike her pudgy friend Tammy. Half-Vietnamese, half-caucasian, Maile was cute beyond all measure, with that exotic “half breed” skin, no tan lines anywhere thanks to living in Hawaii and swimming naked almost every day, and the cutest little smile, still with little milk teeth, now with gaps between them making her even cuter.

Thinking more about her Uncle Kurt, Maile slipped her fingers down to her little coochie, tucked ever so tightly down between her legs as she sat on the steps. “I wish Uncle Kurt was here now!” she said quietly as she started touching her little trickle-slit, touching all those soft little special places down inside there, like her little peehole, her trickle-hole, and especially her tiny little clitty-bump up near the top of her little slit.

Maile shivered as her tiny flat titty-nipples perked up from the cold water and the stimulation of her fingers. She rubbed herself faster, hoping to get that “special” feeling, but it didn’t really seem to work all that well, and then she remembered: she never seemed to be able to get that “special” feeling when swimming in the cold pool, unlike the hottub, so she thought “I’ll have to ask Uncle Kurt to help me in the cold pool, when he gets here, and maybe he can help me get that good feeling in the cold pool too. I bet he knows what to do…”

Splashing off into the deep end, Maile swam around and frolicked in the pool until she heard her mommy calling her inside for dinner.

End of Part 1

Part 2 – Tammy comes over to swim

The next day Maile’s little friend Tammy came over. Tammy and Maile were in the same school so they just rode the same school bus home and both of them got off at Maile’s house.

Tammy was the same age as Maile but she was not nearly as mature. People often mistook little Tami for being three years old, when in fact she was five. Part of it was that she was very small in stature for her age, but another part was she was very pudgy and round, her body completely covered in babyfat still.

The other thing about Tammy was her personality was much more shy and retiring, far more trusting and naive than Maile. To this end, Maile was definitely “the boss” in this relationship, and took it upon herself to guide the development of her darling little pudgy friend.

As soon as they were in the front door Maile’s Mommy greeted them both with hugs and asked how their school was today, asked how they were doing. Maile’s Mommy liked Tammy because she played so well with Maile.

After Maile’s Mommy had wandered off, Maile said “Let’s go swim!”

“But I didn’t bring my swimsuit!” said Tammy simply. Another thing about Tammy was that she wasn’t too smart, and Maile had to remind her that not having a suit was no problem here at Maile’s house.

“We don’t need our swimsuits silly!” said Maile, pulling off her little teeshirt and putting her hands on her hips and looking at her friend with mock disdain. “Do you forget every time?” she said accusingly.

Tammy’s face brightened. “Oh yeah, we just take all our clothes off…”

“Yep, just take ’em off,” said Maile, shimmying out of her little shorts and standing there only in her little pale pink cotton panties, waiting for Tammy to make a move. Tammy just stood there, looked shy and twisted in place, looking down at her toes.

“What’s wrong? Come on!” said Maile. “Take your clothes off!”

“Um, are you sure it’s okay?” said Tammy, looking around the living room

“Sure, we’ve done it before, ‘member?”

“Yeah, but, I dunno…” said Tammy, twisting her little hips around and squirming more, delaying taking off her clothes.

“Here, I’ll help you,” said Maile helpfully, and walked over and gripped Tammy’s little teeshirt and began tugging it out of the elastic waistband of her little terrycloth miniskirt. At Maile’s touch Tammy became completely compliant and lifted her arms, as she really trusted and looked up to Maile, who just seemed so much stronger and more confident than she herself could ever be.

Maile peeled Tami’s shirt off and then put her hands on Tammy’s miniskirt to tug it down and Tammy shrieked “No wait!”

Surprised, Maile stood back a moment. “What?”

“I’m embarrassed,” said Tammy, blushing.

“Why, you and I are both girls!”

“No, I…” Tammy couldn’t continue.

“What’s wrong?” said Maile. For her age she was a very sensitive child and she could tell her good friend wasn’t happy now.

“I don’t wanna be the first one naked!” said Tammy earnestly, looking uncertainly around the living room again, as if someone was watching.

“Well, then I’ll take mine off first!” Maile grabbed her panties and whisked them down and stood naked before Tammy, saying “See, now I’m naked too!”

The sight of Maile’s little bare pussy put Tammy a bit more at ease, and she said “Okay,” but still made no move to drop her miniskirt.

Maile had an idea. “Can I maybe peek under your skirt?” Tammy nodded meekly.

Maile lifted the clingy little garment up her first-grade friend’s pudgy tapered legs, holding her breath until the tiny little peach of Tammy’s prepubescent vulva came into view. “Yep, no panties!” agreed Maile in a business-like tone, admiring Tammy’s vulva. Maile felt a little twinge in her own vulva at the sight of her friend’s slit, and it made her feel all funny inside. Maile admired Tammy’s pussy a moment longer before letting her friend’s skirt drop back down.

“Come on, let’s go swim!” said Maile, grabbing Tammy’s skirt at the waistband and wriggling it down the youngster’s hips. In a moment both girls were stark naked, standing in the living room and giggling at each other.

“Your coochie looks so different than mine!” said Maile with amazement.

“Nuh uh!” said Tammy defensively, not wanting to be seen as different or unusual in any way, even though she was clearly far paler than Maile, almost ghostly white in fact.

“Yeah, look how much bigger your coochie is,” said Maile. Maile stood closer to her friend and thrust out her own hips. “Here, push yours out!” said Maile, and Tammy timidly put her hands on her hips and thrust forward. The bulge of Tammy’s hairless vulva was enormous compared to Maile’s, and Maile looked down and said “See? Your’s is way bigger!”

“I guess,” said Tammy reluctantly.

“Here, watch this,” said Maile, walking forward with her coochie still pushed forwards until she was almost to Tammy, who just watched puzzled as her friend approached.

With a little wiggle and a push, Maile pressed her bulging bare vulva right against Tammy’s mound, and both girls shrieked with delight and fell back laughing.

“That felt so weird!” said Tammy.

“Yeah! Let’s do it again!”

More deliberately now, the two little girls stood close to each other, pushing their coochies out as far as they could, and when they touched this time they just sighed at the wonderful feeling of the two little hairless pussies rubbing warmly against each other. Maile held Tammy’s shoulder to steady herself and said “Here, you stay still, I’ll move.”

Bending her legs slightly and getting onto her tippy toes, Maile began rubbing her pussy mound up and down over the bulging pale mound of her friend. “See how different our skin is?” said Maile, pointing down at their touching genitals.

“Yeah, mine is so white!” said Tammy with embarrassment.

“No, it looks neat together!” said Maile, reassuring her friend.

Suddenly both girls shivered, and Maile noticed that both she and Tammy’s nipples had gotten all hard, turned into tiny little pointy nibs like pencil erasers.

“Wow, that feels so good!” said Maile as she took a step back from her friend, who agreed.

“Come on, let’s swim now!” said Maile, and both naked little waifs ran out to the pool to swim. They laughed and swam around and splashed each other for hours and hours, as only two five year olds can do.

Once they got out of the pool it was late and Tammy’s mommy was coming to get her soon. As they were drying off and dressing back up in the living room Maile told Tammy about her favorite Uncle Kurt. “He’s really handsome,” explained Maile.

“What does ‘handsome’ mean?” said Tammy innocently.

“It means he’s really pretty, but pretty for a man,” explained Maile. “Oh and he’s really strong too.”

Tammy just nodded, seemingly unimpressed.

“Uncle Kurt is coming to visit soon, and he and I always play really fun games,” said Maile, fishing for her friends interest.

“What kind of games?” asked Tammy.

“Well, my favorite game is when we take showers together,” said Maile.

“You take showers with your Uncle?” said Tammy incredulously.

“Sure, it’s fun!”

“But he’s a man, right?”

“Yeah, of course!”

“I’ve never seen a man without clothes,” said Tammy. “I walked in on my daddy one time when he got in the shower, but he got so mad at me that I ran out before I saw anything!” Her eyes went wide.

“Oh, some men are like that, but not my Uncle Kurt.” continued Maile, patting Tammy on the shoulder.

“In fact, Uncle Kurt never gets mad. He’s really happy all the time, and we have so much fun together. Hey, maybe you can come over and play games with us sometime!” said Maile brightly.

“Hmm, I guess so,” said Tammy, still unsure. Suddenly there was a honking horn outside and Tammy had to go.

End of Part 2

Part 3 – Uncle Kurt arrives

Maile was reading when she heard the front door slam and heard the familiar voice. “Yaaay!” she shrieked and ran out into the living room. “Uncle Kurt is here!” Maile ran into her handsome Uncle’s arms, and he swept the little cherub up and hugged her tightly, showering her face with kisses until she was giggling and squirming uncontrollably. Maile really loved her Uncle Kurt and was so happy to have him here to visit!

When the initial kissing assault was over, Maile caught her breath from all her giggling and leaned back to look at her Uncle, as he held her against his chest. “Do you wanna go take a shower now Uncle Kurt?”

“Oh wow sweetie, I sure do! I’m all dirty from the airplane ride!” Maile squirmed out of his arms and he let her drop, and the cherub sprinted off, yelling “Come on Uncle Kurt!!!”

Maile got into the bathroom and stripped down immediately, then turned naked to the door and watched her Uncle come in, his face immediately brightening. “My, my, you sure do undress quickly!” he said with a smile.

“Come on, let’s shower!” she said, reaching for her Uncle’s belt buckle, tugging at it. In moments her Uncle was naked, and Maile smiled at him as she admired his thingy, which was still sort of soft and dangly, but she could see already that his thingy was getting longer already.

Maile hopped into the tub and started the water, and using the hand-held shower she sprayed down Uncle Kurt and then her Uncle grabbed the shower and sprayed her down and they giggled and laughed and tickled each other.

“Do me first!” said Maile at last, grabbing the soap and handing it to her uncle Kurt eagerly. Maile loved the feel of her Uncle’s strong hands roving wetly over her little body, soaping her up. She stood while he knelt in the tub, and he washed her neck, her back, her shoulders, her arms, soaping up everywhere very thoroughly, washing her clean.

“Okay, time to wash your bottom,” said Uncle Kurt, and Maile turned around and presented her darling little tushy to her horny Uncle’s view. By now uncle Kurt’s penis had become completely erect and he admired Maile’s wet little behind as he soaped his hands up thoroughly.

“Bend forward and put your hands on the wall,” said Uncle Kurt. Maile complied, bending at the hips. “Spread your legs sweetie,” he added.

Reaching delicately out with soapy hands, Kurt kneaded both of the little cheeks in his hands, kneading the child’s damp skin, squeezing the little globes of flesh. “Oh sweetie, you have the most darling little bottom ever!” he said sincerely.

“Thank you,” said Maile, turning back to look at what her uncle was doing. Maile noticed that her Uncle’s thingy had gotten all hard and she pointed back at it. “Uncle Kurt, your thingy is hard!”

He chuckled and looked down at his erection. “Yep, it sure is… do you know why it’s hard?” Maile shook her head.

“My thingy got all hard because your little bottom looks so good,” Kurt explained, squeezing the little buttcheeks in his hands, working his thumbs down between her thighs, into the little hollow immediately below her round bottom.

“Really?” said Maile. She knew all about why his thingy was hard, but she just liked to hear it from Uncle Kurt. She wiggled her soapy little rear end just a little bit. “Do you really like my bottom?”

Kurt let out a low groan as he kept soaping her little wiggling rear end. “Oh yes sweetie, I really do,” he said, blood pounding furiously in his cock.

Now it was Maile’s turn to groan, because her Uncle had shifted his hands down further, and he reached a soapy digit up between her legs and planted it right atop her tiny budding clitoris, pressing firmly and stroking up and down. “Oh, Uncle Kurt! That feels so good!”

“Good, we have to make sure you’re all clean down here,” murmured Kurt. He reached both of his hands between the child’s thighs and massaged her puffy outer genitals, soaping up the skin and rubbing in gentle circles. He heard Maile let out a long sigh of contentment as he manipulated her genitals from behind.

After a while Kurt announced “Okay, your bottom’s all clean, let’s do the front!” Maile stood up and turned around. “Oh, I thought you were already doing the front,” she said, her legs wobbling noticeably as she turned.

“Oh no, I have to do the front properly!” asserted her Uncle, soaping his hands up further and staring in anticipation at the child’s privates, tucked wetly between her soapy thighs.

Kurt was on his knees so he drew Maile close to him and plunked her bottom onto his upper thigh, giving her a place to sit. She shifted and brushed her soapy leg against his swollen erection and he grunted in surprise. “Ooops, sorry!” said Maile. “No problem sweetie!” he smiled at her.

Steadying her with one arm behind her tiny frame, Kurt reached down and cupped his niece’s tiny vulva with a soapy hand, working up and down slowly, squeezing her firm little peach, working all the way from way down by her bottom and on up to almost her belly button.

“Oh Uncle Kurt, that feels so nice!” sighed Maile, throwing an arm around her Uncle and hugging him closer. Kurt began to focus his fingers more and more on the little slit that ran down the middle of Maile’s pussy, and soon he touched her swollen little clitoris, making the child jump and twitch with pleasure.

Speeding his constant up-and-down rhythm, Uncle Kurt began to focus and stimulate Maile’s little clitoris, and the child began to whine softly in his arms. “Oh, oh, oh,” she said very quietly, almost little whimperings.

Drawing the tiny girl-child closer to him he kept up the stimulation until he felt her begin to tense up, and then the tension kept building until she stuck her legs out straight and he had to hold onto her as tightly as he could to keep her from falling away from him in the tub. Uncle Kurt kept circling his fingers on her pussy slit all this time and Maile gasped and groaned through her childish little orgasm.

Soon Maile’s pussy became too sensitive and she slammed both hands down into her crotch, banging Kurt’s hands. “Oh, no, no!” she said. Uncle Kurt froze his hand, feeling her twitch and relax more in his arms. He whispered into her ear “Did you like that sweetie?” Maile just nodded, breathless still.

After a few more minutes Uncle Kurt gave her soapy little pussy another quick squeeze, and Maile shrieked and jumped, giggling at the sensations. “Well, I think you’re all nice and clean now!” said her Uncle brightly. “Do you think it’s my turn yet?” he asked her. She nodded eagerly, standing up from his lap, her bottom all soapy still.

Now that it was Maile’s turn to wash Uncle Kurt, she stood behind him as he sat in the tub, scrubbing his back and neck and arms. Stepping over uncle Kurt to stand in front of him, Maile smiled as Uncle Kurt’s eyes followed her pussy slit intently, a giant smile on his face.

Now she stood in front of Uncle Kurt, her little hairless pussy right in front of his eyes, as she finished washing his neck and chest and tummy from the front. Uncle Kurt reached out again to her pussy and cupped the child’s tiny genitals in his fingers, rubbing the wet skin. “You really have a darling little coochie, sweetie,” he added. Maile just smiled.

“Okay, stand up now!” said the little cherub in a sing-song voice. As she suspected, Uncle Kurt’s thing was all hard still, and as he stood up, it was sticking straight out in front of him, and that made Maile giggle.

“Oh Uncle Kurt, look!” She pointed at his giant penis. “Your thingy is all hard still! Shall I should wash it now?” Uncle Kurt just nodded, so Maile soaped up her hands and reached out to the enormous organ.

She giggled as her Uncle started groaning while she washed his great big penis-thingy. Maile had to use both hands to fit around her Uncle’s giant thingy and she made sure there was plenty of soap so that it felt really
good for her favorite Uncle.

Maile knew how much Uncle Kurt liked having his thingy washed, and she knew how good it made his thingy feel inside when she rubbed it like this, with her hands all soapy and slippery. She was careful not to rub too hard on the very end of it, because her Uncle had taught her how that was the most-sensitive part on a man’s penis-thingy, so she had to be careful, but that she could rub the main long part as fast as she wanted.

Maile smiled and felt proud that she knew so much about her Uncle’s penis-thingy, and started moving her little hands faster and faster.

“Oh sweetie, that feels so good for Uncle Kurt!” hissed her Uncle, staring down at her through slitted eyes. He steadied himself with one hand against the tiled wall and one hand on Maile’s shoulder. She loved to feel his strong hands squeezing her little shoulders as she kept washing the giant organ before her, watching as her uncle groaned with pleasure.

“How long should I wash it?” asked Maile.

“Oh sweetie, please just keep washing it for right now,” hissed her uncle. “It won’t be much longer…” his voice trailed off into another groan.

“Oh no, I forgot, I have to wash under here too!” said Maile with great concern. She shifted one hand from her Uncle’s shaft down to the baggy thing underneath, which had little hairs growing out of it, and she started soaping up all around the two big lemon-thingys inside. Since Maile’s tiny hand didn’t fit all the way around her uncle’s shaft, she gripped it as best she could along the underside, stroking firmly as her other hand soaped up the lemon-thingys in the baggy thing underneath.

“Oh yes!” grunted her Uncle, and Maile knew she was doing a good job. She could feel the pulsing inside her uncle’s baggy thing, and suddenly she felt a powerful twitching inside the actual shaft as her slippery little hand went back and forth.

“Oh fuck!” yelled her Uncle, and Maile’s eyes grew wide with surprise as her Uncle bellowed out a warning. “Look out!” he cried as his hips thrust forward. Maile knew to keep stroking his thingy and her other hand kept soaping and squeezing his big lemons underneath, and she saw Uncle Kurt’s giant penis-thingy start to squirt out its juices.

“It’s squirting!” she cried out as the first bolt of semen sprayed out from the purple cockhead, driven powerfully out of her Uncle’s overheated balls. The second, third, and fourth spurts followed closely afterwards, one each time her soapy little hand slid along the underside of his turgid flesh, slicking the suds along her Uncle’s erection and making the thick shaft twitch with each pulse.

Finally Uncle Kurt’s thingy stopped shooting so hard. Every time Maile’s hand slid down the shaft a little dribble of the white stuff burbled out of the purple tip of his thingy and drooled down below the head, mixing with the soap as her hand came up each time.

“Okay sweetie, Uncle Kurt has to sit down now,” gasped her Uncle. “You did such a wonderful job of washing my thingy!” he said. “Here, give Uncle Kurt a great big hug,” he said, sinking to his knees and drawing the wet little girl to his chest.

Maile loved her Uncle’s hugs, and they felt even better when they were all naked in the tub together and hugging like this. She knew her Uncle really liked to hug after his penis had made the squirt-squirt stuff come out, and she just stood there hugging him back, her little arms around his neck, as she felt his heart hammering in his chest.

“Well, let’s get rinsed off and go lie in bed,” suggested her Uncle at last. “Okay!”

Uncle Kurt took the shower nozzle off the wall and adjusted the water temperature, then aimed it down at Maile’s tiny little pussy, then they got out and he helped her dry off, standing her on the sink counter and giving her little hairless pussy slit a quick kiss. Even this little gesture made Kurt’s testicles churn, but he had plenty of time for later!

End of Part 3

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Sabrina rubbed her temple as she watched the doctor carefully assessing the twins. They kept pulling away from him, cowering against the walls. The older one even bit him once. Poor thing was more like a feral animal than a child. What they had been through... it was monstrous.

She glanced over at Willow, and he seemed just as stunned. She stepped toward him, and he sucked in a breath, clearing his throat and sniffing as she saw the lingering glimmer of tears in his eyes.

"They are in good hands. Opal Laboratories has the best doctors on staff. They'll find out exactly what has been done to them and... recommend a course of action," he said, though his voice was weak. She could tell he hated speaking so methodically about human life.

She smiled at him, and placed a hand on his shoulder. They were sworn enemies, technically. They had both been forbidden by their superiors to collaborate but... when they heard the rumors about what Cipher was up to, they just had to know for sure. They had disobeyed their orders, and joined forces to liberate the twins. Sabrina had honestly been hoping the rumors weren't true. That would have meant there weren't monsters in the world who could do such a thing to children but... she had sadly been proven wrong.

"They are here now. Safe. And I don't know about you, but I could go for a stiff drink," she said, and he glanced over at her, his eyebrow raised mischievously. She swallowed hard as his dark grey eyes met hers. She didn't know what had just hit her, but she blinked a few times and banished whatever it was.

"Absolutely. I've got some whiskey in my office? Might have a nice bottle of Merlot in the lab, if that's more your speed."

"Whiskey sounds wonderful," she said, and he nodded, leading her through the dark hallways of Opal Laboratories. She knew Giovanni would kill her if she didn't bring back information about the lab, but it just seemed wrong to stab Willow in the back like that, after everything they had been through to rescue the twins. He was the first person she had ever refused to swindle. She actually felt... protective of him. She swallowed hard as that realization hit her.

He swiped his key card and pushed open the door to his office, allowing her to step inside. It was dark, but her red eyes afforded her a somewhat inhuman amount of low-light visibility. Willow stepped around her, and clicked on the desk lamp, before pulling his lab coat from his shoulders and tossing it over his office chair. "Please, make yourself comfortable," he said as he fetched some glasses and a decanter of amber-colored liquor from a cupboard.

Sabrina glanced around the office, and grinned. It was everything she had expected of a man like him. Neat and orderly, but with a certain amount of... flair. The walls were a warm maroon, and the furniture was upholstered in dark leather and deep cherry wood. The book shelves were brimming with literature, and above his desk, captured in an ornate gold frame, was a breathtaking painting of Lugia, hovering over the symbol of Harmony.

"That piece is... exquisite," she said, taking the glass of whiskey he offered and staring up at it. He chuckled low in his throat, and sipped his whiskey.

"Don't get any ideas, Rocket. I've got impeccable security," he said, and she smiled wide, pulling her eyes down to meet his. She stepped closer to him, swirling her whiskey in her glass. When she spoke, her voice was equal parts threat and seduction. "Oh believe me, Professor. If there is something I want from you... I will get it."

Willow grinned back at her, and he held her gaze for quite some time, his smile fading slowly as she swore she saw his eyes flickering down to her lips.

He cleared his throat nervously, stepping around her and pulling his glasses from his nose, throwing them on his desk. Sabrina took several deep breaths as she realized how warm she was feeling. She had only had a sip of her whiskey. Had she really just... flirted?

She turned back to see Willow anxiously rustling his hair, before flopping down on the leather sofa and heaving a heavy sigh. His hair was now marvelously messy, and she couldn't help the way her eyes lingered on his chest, where his track jacket was unzipped a maddeningly small amount. She felt another wave of warmth, and instant anger at herself. She knew exactly what she was feeling. Sure, she had been on a rather long dry spell, but... Willow? She couldn't deny that he was a very attractive man. Those grey eyes didn't reveal much about him, and it was the mystery that was intriguing. She had always assumed, because he was a Professor, he must be a goody two shoes. But perhaps...

She swallowed the lump in her throat and approached the couch, easing down next to him and tucking her legs up beneath her. Her pencil skirt slid slightly up her legs, and that time she was sure his eyes had drifted along the line of her ankle, up her calf to the edge of her skirt.

"So... what happens now? To the twins?" he asked, and she was yanked back to reality. She took a deep breath, chastising herself. You can't seriously be attracted to him. It's Willow. Stop.

"Well... if it's something you'd allow, I think... I'd like to care for them," she said, and his eyes widened. "Really? Uh, I mean... Yes of course. I know how you felt about this mission. It may be... a little complicated, given who you work for, but..." he hesitated, taking a nervous sip of his whiskey before his eyes met hers. "May I ask... why?" he asked, his eyes bearing down on her.

"Well... let's just say I..." she didn't know how to proceed without divulging too much of her own past. She had never really shared it with anyone, but... she couldn't believe what she was feeling. She trusted him.

"As a young girl, I... was headed down a very dark path. My psychic abilities took hold of me early and I... didn't handle it well. I hurt people. Someone helped me through it and in doing so, made me stronger. Gave me the confidence to become what I am. No matter what anyone thinks of me. And I saw the way the twins acted. They were like... caged beasts. Even now that they are free, they still feel the vice grip of fear. They always will. I think I can help them because... I know what that feels like- knowing what you are capable of and terrified of everyone around you because either they are a threat, and you need to defend yourself or... they are a friend. And one way or another, you know deep down that you will hurt them one day. Because of... what you are..."

Her voice trailed off as she realized just how much she had blurted. She hadn't meant to, but the twins, they... awakened some feelings from her childhood that she hadn't addressed in a very long time.

Willow was quiet for several minutes. He watched her with muted curiosity, then pulled his attention down to his glass of whiskey. He swirled it around, then gulped the last of it, setting the glass carefully on the coffee table. "Sabrina, I..." he stuttered, pinching between his eyes as he mulled over his words. He sighed, pulling his attention back to her. She averted her eyes, fidgeting nervously with her glass of whiskey. She was going to need a refresher on the alcohol, and soon.

"I never knew that about you. I mean, I always assumed there were... extenuating circumstances that would lead someone to join Team Rocket, but... I am very sad to hear you speak that way about yourself. Despite your... allegiances, I have always held you in the utmost regard. You are a powerful woman. You are beautiful and... a very capable tactician. Your abilities and your affiliation with Team Rocket may keep you from making many connections with people but... you and I achieved something today. We worked well together. I hope you can consider me... your friend," he said quietly.

She sat up straighter and cleared her throat in an effort to banish the emotions that bubbled up inside her. She knew this was a mistake. Working with Willow. It had gone uncharacteristically well. That was the problem. Now she was finding herself trusting him, confiding in him. He had called her beautiful. Of course that had not fallen on deaf ears. And the worst part... she was hopelessly attracted to him. Not just his physicality, but his intelligence, his kindness. Everything about him. Fuck.

She jumped up from the couch and snatched his decanter of whiskey, pouring herself a generous glass. She swallowed a large gulp, then turned back, leaning against his desk and staring down into her glass.

"That is a very big undertaking, Sabrina," Willow said, standing and approaching the desk, pouring himself another glass of whiskey. "Raising teenagers."

She giggled and glanced up at him. "Well Surge tells me you are... ah, what were the words he used? Yes. Laughably awkward with his little nephew," she teased, and he blushed. "So what other choice do we have?" she laughed, loving how his jaw dropped when she teased him.

"I most certainly am not! The boy is just... odd."

"I didn't think so. Seems a little hyperactive, but..." she trailed off, thinking back on the little blonde boy. In truth, she agreed with Willow. Surge's nephew was indeed strange.

"Surge talks about you a lot," Willow said absently, and she thought she detected... bitterness? "You and he..." he prodded sheepishly, his eyes downcast. She grinned, knowing exactly what he was doing.

"Surge and I... are colleagues. He is a valuable asset of Team Rocket and a trusted associate. But... he and I are very similar personality types. Both extremely dominant, and extremely passionate. We have a tendency to... clash," she said delicately, and she could see Willow smiling out of the corner of her eye. He thought he was being so sneaky. Men.

"Well... regardless," he huffed, though she could see the smug satisfaction on his face. "I still think that's very brave of you to take in the twins. To go from no children to... two? Not to mention... these two. I mean, not that I don't think you could handle it," he started to stutter. "Alone, anyway. Well, I mean, not to assume you're alone. You're... well, uh, I'm sure you have plenty of prospects, seeing as you're, uh, a very accomplished woman and so... attractive..." he was stuttering around his words, his cheeks and ears burning a furious red. She smiled wide, raising an eyebrow at him as she placed her glass on his desk. She leaned against the desk, crossing her arms and watching him fidget. Honestly, she was loving the stroke to her ego as he fumbled hopelessly over his words. She was also finding it very hard to concentrate on anything other than the pounding of her heart. He was absolutely adorable when he was nervous.

"Oh, hell. I'm making a fool of myself. I need to shut my mouth," Willow grumbled, his cheeks still blushing. She giggled, biting her lip as she finally made a conscious decision. "No, you just need to put it to better use," she cooed, and his eyes shot up to meet hers. His chest began rising quicker as he stared at her, unsure of what she meant. She decided to move quickly, before she could think about it. She stepped forward, relishing the quiet whimper he made as her lips touched his. He stood frozen in shock for a moment, before reaching up to cradle her neck, his thumb absently tracing along her jawline. She shivered at how light the touch was, and deepened the kiss, parting her lips and coaxing his tongue to dance with hers. She smoothed her hand up his chest, over his collarbone to his neck, where she curled her fingers, coursing them through his hair and grazing her fingernails down the back of his neck. He gasped, his knees weakening, causing him to catch himself on the desk. Heat pulsed up and down Sabrina's legs at his reaction. How she loved to make a man tremble like that...

"Sorry," Willow whispered, his voice rough. "I uh... I have an old injury on my back that, um, left me really sensitive... there," he winced. She grinned deviously, stroking her fingernails back up his neck, causing his entire body to shudder violently. He attacked her lips, taking the bottom one between his teeth before he growled at her. "For the love of Arceus... stop that."

"Oooo, Willow," she giggled, her other hand reaching up and finding the zipper of his track jacket, sliding it slowly downward. "I do believe that is the fastest I've ever made a man beg for mercy..."

He let out a nervous laugh, watching as she unzipped his jacket the rest of the way, pushing it open and easing her hands over his chest. He closed his eyes and let out a shaky sigh, his hands finding hers and pulling them away.

"Sabrina, this... isn't a good idea. We can't," he whispered, though she could hear the regret in his voice.

She leaned forward, pressing soft kisses along his jawline, then moving her lips to his neck. He reluctantly rolled his head back and let loose another trembling sigh, releasing her wrists and allowing her hands to roam his sides. She loved the way his muscles quivered and hitched as she slithered her fingertips over his skin. Loved his gasping breaths and the way his strong chest rose and fell as his breathing quickened. She took his earlobe between her teeth, tugging gently and earning her a soft whimper.

"Didn't I say... if there was something I wanted from you..." she stepped forward to pin him against his desk, one of her legs bending in between his so her thigh rubbed against his pants, his whimper turning to a pained moan. "That there was nothing you could do to stop me?" she whispered, licking her tongue over the crown of his ear. He sighed against her cheek, one of his hands slipping around to her lower back, pulling her in to him. She lifted her leg once more, chuckling darkly into his ear as she felt his arousal against her thigh. She pulled back, kissing his lips once more and rolling her hips forward and clawing her fingernails down his sides. He groaned into her kiss, his hand clutching at her back as the other one slithered around to grip her ass, hard. She pulled away from his kiss to whine softly, and she saw his eyes weaken. He rocked his hips slowly forward, rubbing his arousal against her leg. "You did say that..." he whispered, the smile evident in his voice. She grinned, pushing his jacket from his arms and leaning down to nip at his shoulder. He twitched, before she nipped at him again, then again, making him tremble a little more with every bite, before she reached up and traced her fingernails down the back of his neck, just as she bit down rather forcefully on his shoulder, over top of the red, stinging marks from her previous bites. Willow cried out, his knees buckling as he barely caught himself on the edge of the desk. He was panting loudly, and he reached up, running a hand anxiously through his hair.

"When... you... said..." he panted, blinking away his disorientation. "You were a dominant personality... you weren't... just talking about your work ethic... were you?" he asked, and she chuckled, taking him by the hand and leading him toward the leather couch. She released his hand and began slowly unbuttoning her blouse, his eyes watching her hungrily. "Very astute, Professor," she said coyly, shrugging her shirt from her shoulders as she began unbuttoning her pencil skirt. Willow swallowed hard, ringing his hands nervously but unable to look away. She swung her hips seductively from side to side, her eyes never leaving his as she pushed her skirt to the ground. She stood in an impressive lace push-up bra and matching thong, and she saw Willow wince and bite his lip at the sight of her body. "Take your clothes off. Now," she ordered, and he panted hard, his hands shaking as he fumbled over the buckle of his belt. She stepped closer, and with every inch of her proximity, he trembled harder. She smiled, her ego growing ever stronger as she realized he couldn't even unbutton his pants because he was shaking so badly.

She stopped his hands with hers, kissing his lips carefully. "Easy, sweetheart," she whispered, her fingers working the button of his pants. "You're not supposed to be shaking this badly until after I'm through with you..." she said with a smile, which he returned. "S-sorry," he stuttered as she unzipped his pants and pushed them from his hips, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. "You uh... you just... make me n-nervous. I've... never been with a woman as hng," he yelped as she gripped his crotch, feeling his warm, hard length straining against his underwear. She smoothed her hand slowly down, then back up, rubbing the length of his hard cock and cupping his balls gently. His hands grasped her arms, and he collapsed forward, resting his forehead on her shoulder. He moaned as her fingertips danced along the elastic of his underwear, his hands clutching her arms as he lightly rocked his hips toward her hand. "Ohhhhh Sabrina..." he moaned, nuzzling her neck.

"A woman as... what, Willow?" she whispered, her fingertips easing torturously slowly beneath the elastic of his underwear, but stopping before they reached their destination. He whimpered quietly, rocking his hips once more. "God as... beautiful as you please Sabrina," he begged, and she decided to tease him just a bit more, her fingernails tickling the sensitive skin of his stomach. The muscles beneath shivered and clenched, and she could feel his entire body quaking. She eased her hand down, grasping his hard length and stroking him slowly. He groaned loud, his teeth finding her shoulder and his hands cupping her breasts, massaging over the lace of her bra.

"Willow, I need you to know something about me," she whispered, loving the way his body trembled and his hands roamed her skin with a quickening desperation as she stroked up his hard shaft, her thumb rubbing softly over the sensitive head. "I get off on dominating a man. I want to make you squirm. Make you beg and cry in pain and ecstasy. That's what I like. Think you can handle that?"

Willow chuckled low in his throat, pulling away from her and slowly dropping to his knees. His hands rested sensually on her hips, pulling her toward him so he could plant a soft kiss just below her belly button. His grey eyes looked up at her, and she grew weak in the knees at how vulnerable and desperate he seemed, kneeling before her. "Yes ma'am," he whispered, and she shivered from the sound of complete submission in his voice. Somehow, he knew exactly what she wanted.

She smiled wide, running her hand through his silver hair, and motioning for the couch. "Good boy," she cooed. He stood and backed to the couch, his eyes fascinated by every curve of her body as he sank slowly onto it. She approached his desk, and began digging around her purse. "Usually I'm a bit more prepared but..." she pulled a pair of handcuffs from her bag and dangled them from her finger, smiling mischievously. "This is all I've got at the moment. Gonna have to make do," she said, approaching him and crawling into his lap. He shuddered, his hands finding her thighs as he rocked his hips gently, trying to gain more contact where he was aching so badly. She giggled, rolling her hips away from him and denying him the friction he yearned for.

"Ah-ah. You surrendered all control when you agreed to this, Willow. You're just my play thing now. You will touch me only when I say you can. If you speak, it had better be 'yes ma'am', 'thank you', or the occasional cry for mercy. And if you cum, it will only be when I allow it. Understand?" she whispered, his eyes glazing over with lust at every word. He nodded slowly, and she reached up to grab a handful of his hair, yanking his head back and licking a tantalizing line along his throat, before taking the sensitive skin between her lips and sucking gently. "I'm sorry, what was that?" she whispered in his ear.

"Yes ma'am," he groaned, and she felt the warmth spreading over her body as anticipation gripped her. He was a natural at being submissive. She wondered if he had ever been with a dom before, or if this was just secretly what he had always wanted from a woman and never received.

"Is this what you like? A powerful woman... treating you like a toy?" she cooed as she snapped the handcuffs over one wrist and forced his hands behind his back, snapping the other link and restraining them there. She crawled quickly backwards, kneeling on the floor and raking her fingernails roughly down his thighs. He yelped and nodded quickly. "Ye- yes ma'am," he mumbled. She giggled as she reached back, unclipping her bra and letting it fall to the floor, loving the absolutely painful expression on his face as he hungrily scoured her soft, full breasts, completely unable to touch her.

She reached up and hooked her fingers over the elastic of his underwear, allowing him to lift his hips from the couch as she slid them down his legs. She swallowed hard and blushed as she looked up at him. She felt no shame in admitting that he had a beautiful cock. She bit her lip and maintained eye contact with him as she crawled slowly up his body, laying gently in his lap and smoothing his cock between her breasts as she licked up his abs, flicking her tongue at the top of his treasure trail. He moaned loudly, rocking his hips and thrusting himself against her soft breasts.

"That feel good Daddy?" she asked quietly, easing back down and planting a torturously soft kiss on the head of his cock. He hissed in a breath, and she saw a slick of pre cum oozing from his cock just as she pulled her lips away. "I'll take that as a yes," she teased, licking away the pre cum and wiping her mouth with her perfectly manicured fingers.

"Holy Jesus, Sabrina," he mumbled, bucking his hips as she raised an eyebrow at him. She took the base of his shaft into her hand and licked her lips, leaning closer to him but keeping her eyes locked with his. She eased her hand up his shaft, her hand smoothing over his head as she leaned further down, taking his balls between her lips and rolling one on her tongue, then the other. "Oh fuck!" Willow practically screamed as she began stroking his cock with her hand, her lips and tongue massaging his balls as her other hand tickled up the back of his thigh before gripping his ass. He bucked his hips, and she tightened her grip on his cock, releasing his balls so she could take his length into her mouth and cover it with saliva, before returning her attention to his balls. She eased her own saliva over the length of his cock with her hand, creating a steady rhythm as she sucked and kissed his balls. He lay his head back on the couch, closing his eyes as he panted, his stomach muscles quivering. "Ohmygod Sabrina that... oh that feels s- so good..." he whimpered, his breath hitching in his throat as she turned her head, lightly nipping at the inside of his thigh with her teeth. He whined, and she could feel him getting harder in her hand as she sucked the tip of his cock into her mouth, pushing him to the back of her throat and gagging slightly. He groaned loud, his legs already beginning to twitch and shake as she eased him slowly back out of her mouth, her hand sliding up after her mouth as she licked a ring around his head. She began bobbing her head slowly up and down, switching between a tighter pressure with her hand and mouth to a torturously light combination of fingertips and tongue. She waited until his stomach muscles began shivering and he was panting and groaning constantly. Just as he began spewing breathless curses, she closed her fingers tightly around the base of his shaft, to keep him from coming, and sucked her cheeks around the head of his cock, her tongue flicking over that sensitive spot just beneath the head. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck yes Sabrina!" he cried, and she leaned back, but kept her fingers locked around his shaft, loving how his stomach muscles clenched and she could see his cock and balls twitching from the need to release. He whimpered as his toes curled and he squirmed in her grasp, before his breathing slowed and his body relaxed into the couch, though he continued to tremble.

"Oh you thought I would let you come that easily?" she cooed, crawling up into his lap and resting her hands on his heaving chest. She rocked her hips against him, her lacy panties caressing against his rock hard cock. He whined, his arms straining against the handcuffs as he peered down at her perfect body. "No, no, my pet," she whispered, standing and sliding her panties down her legs before crawling over him once more, his throbbing cock positioned at her warm entrance. "You are going to make me cum. Make me beg for it, Daddy," she moaned as she lowered herself onto his cock, both of them gasping as he filled her up. She gripped his shoulders hard as she eased him out of her core, before lowering herself and penetrating once more. Willow winced and bit his lip, as more incoherent noises escaped his lips. "You may not cum until I do. And if you do, there is going to be hell to pay, understand?" she seethed, moving her hips faster and faster. Willow's mouth hung open as he watched his pink cock sliding in and out of her, and he groaned loud before resting his head back on the couch and trying to catch his breath. "Ohhhhh Sabrina I don't... know if I can... hold out..." he whined, and she grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking him forward. She kissed him forcefully, his lips desperately seeking hers.

"Warn me if you feel like you're going to cum. Trust me. I know how this works..." she said sensually, drawing her fingernail along his jawline, before leaning back and coursing her hands through her long black hair, as she began bouncing on top of his cock. She loved everything about this position- his restrained hands, the view of his body, the control. She particularly liked every twist of his face as she slammed down onto his cock, as he tried desperately to keep himself from coming. She decided to be a little mean, if only to see how much he could take. She leaned forward, one hand smoothing over his chest, her fingertips finding his nipple. She took his earlobe between her teeth and tugged gently as she pinched his nipple, rocking her hips steadily against him. She whimpered into his ear, and she felt his hips buck in response to the sound. "Oh, yeah Daddy. Your cock feels so good inside me..." she groaned low into his ear, licking over the crown. "Fuck Sabrina, please... please stop," he begged, and she chuckled, causing him to hiss in a breath as he shuddered. "God I love it when you beg," she teased, leaning back and slamming onto his cock, her breasts bouncing with her movement as she felt the pulsing waves of pleasure between her legs. How she loved the way he looked, sweating, shaking and helpless beneath her...

He grimaced and bit his lip to keep himself from screaming. He slammed his eyes shut, arching his back and resting back against the sofa cushions. "Oh fuck Sabrina, I..." he began to blurt, but she had already seen the warning signs- his heaving chest, the clenching of his stomach muscles and the way his jaw hung open, his lips quivering. She removed herself from him entirely, backing away and smiling mischievously as she watched him writhe in agony at the precipice of orgasm. He cried out in frustration, before crawling from the sofa, his wrists still bound behind him, and rested his forehead against her hip as he gasped for air. She coursed a hand through his sweaty silver hair, loving the way he trembled under her touch.

"Oh please, Sabrina. Please I can't take any more. I want to make you cum but God I can't think of anything other than cuming inside of you. You're driving me insane..." he begged, his voice hoarse with desperation. She giggled mischievously, her hand still running absently through his hair. "Good. That's exactly the way I want you. But..." she stepped around him, sitting delicately on the couch and reaching out with her foot, her ankle resting on his shoulder.

"I told you... you may cum when I say so. Now... show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do..." she cooed, his eyes weakening in response. He kissed her ankle that rested gently over his shoulder, and she shivered at the tingling sensation of his lips.

"May I have the use of my hands, please ma'am? I don't think you'll regret it," he cooed, the hint of a smile on his lips. She grinned in response, reaching over to the side table and snatching up the handcuff keys she had left there. "You sound confident, Professor. I sincerely hope, for your benefit, you can back it up," she said, reaching around him to unlock the cuffs. He moved his newly freed hand quickly to cradle her neck, stealing a kiss from her lips.

"I'll let you be the judge of that," he whispered, pulling her leg back up to his shoulder and tracing maddeningly soft circles over her ankle with his fingertips. She shivered at his touch, and he grinned, happy with her response. She leaned back on the couch, and watched him kiss his way up her leg, before he placed her other leg over his shoulder, his teeth playfully nipping at the inside of her thigh, making her yelp. It soon turned to a breathless moan as he placed a gentle kiss over her heat, before his tongue ventured along her wet lips. She arched her back, her hand running through his hair as she bit her lip, her body shivering as he flicked his tongue slowly over her clit. She whined, her legs twitching as she ached for more. But he just slowly flicked the tip of his tongue over her clit, making her shudder harder every time.

"Oh, yeah!" she whimpered, her thighs quivering on either side of his face, her hand gripping a handful of his hair. "Oh please more!" she begged, moaning loud as she felt his fingertips prodding at her entrance as he pressed the flat of his tongue against her clit. He eased two fingers inside her, as he began lapping at her clit, the soft wetness of his tongue sending tingling waves up her spine and down her legs. "Oh God yes, Willow!" she cried, as he began pumping his fingers inside her, easily finding that sweet spot inside as he licked abstract shapes over her clit. Her whines were becoming more high-pitched, and her grip in his hair tightened as she arched her back, rubbing her own hand over her nipple and using her legs to pull him closer. He pulled his fingers from her, prodding her entrance with his tongue as he rubbed rapid circles over her clit with is thumb. "Oh fuck don't stop!" she squeaked, and he replaced his mouth over her clit as he used his fingers, still slick from her, to penetrate her torturously slowly. She cried out, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as her stomach muscles and thighs began trembling. "Yes Willow! Don't stop!" she cried, just as he was sure she was about to come, he pulled away, wiping his mouth and grinning deviously.

She pushed up onto her elbows, an animalistic hunger in her eyes as her chest heaved. "Yeah... not so pleasant is it?" Willow cooed, and Sabrina pounced. She threw him back onto the floor, pinning his wrists above his head as she thrust him hard inside her, rocking her hips hard and fast as she kissed him roughly, moaning into his mouth. He thrust his hips along with her, hitting her innermost walls and making them both sigh.

"Call me Daddy again, beautiful," he begged, and she smiled, releasing his wrists and leaning back, slamming herself over and over on his throbbing cock. She massaged her own breasts, rolling her head back as her ass slapped against his skin.

"Oh God yeah, Daddy!" she cried, and he grimaced as he held her hips, thrusting up inside her as she bounced. He reached between her legs to massage her clit, sending her immediately reeling with her orgasm. Her mouth hung open in the most beautiful loss of control, sending Willow into climax soon after. "Oh Sabrina I'm coming!" he whimpered, his legs twitching hard as his toes curled, tears forming in the corners of his eyes as his body jerked, Sabrina's pulsing, spasming core sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body, until he couldn't even hear her cries over the ringing in his ears.

His body seemed to keep convulsing, even after he was sure he had been drained. He gasped as Sabrina collapsed onto his chest, her sweat drenched breasts pressing against him. He knew he should be hit with the reality of what they had just done, but... there on the floor of his office, Sabrina's heart pounding over top of his... all he could feel was bliss. He reached up and stroked her hair, kissing her cheek as he panted. She sighed happily, rolling to the side and snuggling close to him, her hand draped over his chest. He looked down at her, pushing her sweaty hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear, before cupping her chin and looking lovingly at her blushing cheeks. Neither of them spoke for quite a while, but strangely, there was no need for it. They were comfortable in each other's arms, in silence. Finally Sabrina stood, motioning to the door behind his desk- his private bathroom. He nodded, and watched her cute little ass as she departed. He climbed onto the couch, and finally the consequences of his actions began to creep into his subconscious. He sighed, his heart rate picking up as his anxiety grew. He covered his face with his hands and sighed. He knew he shouldn't have done it. The relationship between Opal's Head Professor and Team Rocket was already complicated enough... why did he have to go and complicate it further?

Sabrina approached quietly, sinking into the cushion next to him and tucking her pretty legs up beneath her. His hand found her knee, and he absently caressed her skin. He wanted to regret what he had done. He knew he should. But... he couldn't. Sabrina, she... was just so perfect and... god she was an incredible lover.

"You're not so bad yourself," she said absently, and he shot her a look. He had always thought he'd be able to tell, somehow, when a psychic entered his mind. But he had felt nothing. And she had responded aloud to his private thoughts.

"Hey, none of that," he mused, and she grinned, kissing his shoulder. "Why? Got some dirty little secrets in there you don't want me finding?" she teased, running her hand through his hair again. He leaned into her hand, closing his eyes and sighing pleasurably. He kissed her palm, then pulled her hand away, holding it between his as his grey eyes stared into her red ones. "Yes."

She smiled, though she wasn't entirely sure he was joking. There was more to the Professor than she had initially thought.

"My apologies. Unless it is absolutely necessary, I try not to read people. You just... well, that last thought was rather loud," she said with a grin, which he returned, before it faded to confusion.

"Wait so... you didn't read me... that whole time?" he asked, and she laughed, somewhat confused. "No, I didn't," she insisted, but he scoffed anyway.

"There's no way! You... it was like you knew exactly... what I wanted. How to make me... ahem," he blushed, too embarrassed to finish his sentence.

"No I swear I didn't read you at all! That was just... what I like..." she said with a blush, and he turned to her, eyebrows raised and jaw hanging open.

"Wow, uh... you... you're, well..." he blinked as he tried to find the right words. He sighed and finally gave up, leaning over to kiss her lips tenderly, his hand cradling her neck. She returned the kiss, loving how gentle he was. She couldn't help the smile that crept onto her lips, as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pulled back, resting her forehead against his and sighing. She realized, for the first time in a very long time... she trusted him. That scared her.

She released his neck, her hand finding his and grasping it lightly. Her expression turned serious, and she could feel his energy drop from exhilaration to fear.

"Listen, Willow. This was... well, mind-blowing," she blushed, and he cast his eyes away, his cheeks and ears blushing red as well. Dammit I'm trying to let you down easy. Stop being so cute.

"But... I think we can both agree that it can't go any further. You're a Professor. You have a promising future and I'm... not good for you. I'm Rocket. I like living in the shadows, and I don't intend on stopping any time soon. So let's just... be honest. We... can't do this again," she said, though the words hurt as they left her lips, mostly because of the look on Willow's face. Hurting him was the last thing she wanted. Perhaps that was why it was good she end it here. She had never truly grown attached to anyone. At least, not in a romantic sense. She could already feel the butterflies of nervousness as she realized just how fond she was of that silver-haired boy.

Willow nodded, though she could see his shoulders sink. "I think you're probably right," he said, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing her knuckles gently. His pretty grey eyes peered up at her, and she wished she could just suck her words back up. She knew what was best but... it wasn't what she wanted.

"Can I ask one more thing?" Willow asked, and she nodded. "Stay here with me, tonight. Please?"

He caught her wrist as she started shaking her head and pulling away. "Please, Sabrina. Giovanni won't suspect anything. The twins need to stay here for observation anyway. If you want to go, I won't stop you, but... please stay?"

His grey eyes seemed so lonely, then. It had never occured to her that the life of a Professor might be just as lonely as hers. Her isolation was partly because of her association with Team Rocket, partly just because she despised... well, pretty much everyone. But she still longed for a companion, on occasion. And the Professor... he worked so hard. And when he wasn't in his lab, he was out in the wilderness, exploring and researching. Didn't allow much personal time. And those charcoal eyes... peering into hers. There was such... pain in them. The kind of pain she felt on the rare occasions when she realized she couldn't actually make it down life's path alone, no matter how hard she tried.

She reached up, cupping his face gently and smiling. She felt the need to break the emotional tension that hung over them. It was getting much too... needy. "Okay, but I hope you realize there's not going to be much sleep happening. I have a particularly ravenous appetite and you just peaked my interest," she whispered, and he giggled, leaning forward to kiss, and then bite, her shoulder. "I hoped you'd say that."

Willow squirmed beneath the blanket on his couch, suddenly very aware of how sore he was. Sabrina didn't have any of her... "toys" that she usually enjoyed, so she'd had to improvise. He had stinging red marks all over his body from her fingernails and teeth and... god did they hurt in the best way. He eased his hand out to pull her closer, and his eyes shot open when he realized she wasn't there. He sat upright, blinking against the bright sunlight that poured into his office. His clothes were still discarded all over the floor, but hers were gone, along with her purse. His shoulders sank, as he realized she had probably been gone for hours. It hurt his heart to know that they had shared something... remarkable, and he didn't even get to tell her what it had meant. But at least he had had a few good hours of warmth beneath the blankets, holding her beautiful naked body in his arms. Maybe the memories would be enough to keep him from missing her.

He stretched and rubbed his aching shoulders, before he stood and slipped on his underwear. He approached his desk, his feet planting and his body going rigid as a dawning realization hit him right in the gut. He smiled wryly to himself as he looked up at the now blank wall above his desk, where his painting of Lugia had been.

"God damn," he uttered to himself, shuffling around the desk toward a small sticky note on the wall. He grabbed his glasses from his desk and slipped them on his nose, letting his eyes adjust before reading it.

Thank you for the painting, dear. It will look stunning in my office. You should come see it sometime. Say, Thursday at 8? Bring wine. And new handcuffs. You broke mine.

Willow laughed aloud as he pulled his glasses from his nose and rubbed his forehead. I thought we agreed not to let this go any further? Oh hell. I'm never going to be able to stay away from her. Not by a long shot.


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Roxie lay face down and naked on the bed, feeling Alan's fingers tracing lazily along her spine, curving over the globes of her rather plump bottom and skating gently back to the nape of her neck. This was the first time she had been able to feel so relaxed and uninhibited with her new boyfriend, and that was because, for the first time since she had returned home from university in the summer, her parents were away for the night and there was no fear of them being interrupted.

By nature Roxie was a passionate and sometimes vocal lover, and having to remain mute and unenthusiastic for fear of her parents hearing her had put something of a dampener on proceedings until now. She wasn't normally that shy, but somehow the thought of her parents listening to her urging her partner on as she made love had made her feel distinctly uncomfortable even at the ripe old age of twenty-two. Today she could do anything she wanted and respond in any way that her body chose, and it was an opportunity she intended taking full advantage of.

She rolled over and pulled him down to kiss her, one hand going around his neck to entangle itself in his long dark hair and the other reaching for his very hard circumcised cock. His hand transferred to her full breast, teasing her large nipple between finger and thumb, while she gripped his shaft and ran her thumb over the head of his weapon. She wanted him, wanted him right inside her, spewing his cum deep inside her pussy.

"Mmm, that feels good." He breathed the words into her ear as her fingers ran along his shaft, making her smile against his hair.

"It'll feel even better soon." She reassured him. His hand gripped her breast harder, squeezing her nipple into a peak.

She kissed him again; lips mashed together, his tongue exploring her mouth, fencing with her own. She was sure she could feel her pussy opening like a flower, becoming wet and ready to take him in. She reached out with a leg, hooking his and drawing it between hers, clamping it tight and rubbing herself against him.

"Feel nice?" She asked, breathing the words as she slid herself back and forth on his thigh, her hand still wrapped around his shaft.

"God, yes." He told her, pushing his thigh more firmly between her thighs.

"Do you want to fuck me?" In truth it was she who wanted him to fuck her.

"Always." He replied, a catch in his voice revealing his need.

"Do it then." She told him, squirming free and rolling onto her back.

Just for a moment Alan hesitated as if he wanted to play longer, but now Roxie was having none of it. Her languid approval had been replaced by urgent necessity. She would wait no longer and she pulled him on top of her, parting her legs to let him settle between them.

"Come on, do it to me. Fuck me. Stick it in me and fuck me hard." Her obscenities spurred him into action, causing him to reach between them and guide himself into her pussy.

"Mmm, that feels good." She repeated his words back to him as he slid all the way inside her. "I love having you inside me."

"Are you going to make me cum?" Roxie often liked to talk during sex, especially during the early stages. She loved hearing herself or her partner describe what was happening or what was going to happen.

"Mmm." Alan grunted his reply as he began to thrust slowly and forcefully into her.

"Tell me!" Roxie repeated her request. "Are you going to make me cum? I want to hear you say it."

"Yes, you're going to cum." He grated into her ear. "I'm going to fuck you until you cum."

"Are you going to cum? Are you going to fill me with your cream?"

"Of course I am." Alan was beginning to thrust harder and faster, the words starting to work on him as well.

She locked her legs around his back, holding him too her, hindering his movements and silently cursing the fact, but unable to release him as the first signs of her orgasm began to build deep within her pelvis.

"Fuck me harder." She demanded, laying the blame for his impeded thrusts at his door. "Come on, harder. Make me cum."

He didn't reply, only redoubled his efforts, raising her bottom from the bed as he pulled back against the embrace of her legs. He too could feel his climax building, his balls filling and tightening in preparation. He thrust harder, gasping at his own efforts as he plunged in and out of her wet pussy.

"Oh God, yes. Don't stop."

He had no intention of stopping, the pressure, that beautifully painful pressure within his balls was not to be denied and he teetered on the edge of his explosion. Her fingers made claws and bit into his back, the sudden pain incongruously adding to his pleasure.

"Are you cumming?" She asked him, looking for advance warning of his flood. "Tell me when you're cumming."

"Soon." He gasped the single word as he plunged into her, the urgent brevity of his statement bringing her orgasm that bit closer.

She didn't have long to wait. He drew back and groaned, and she knew what was happening even as he spoke.

"Now! I gonna cum now." His voice was full of pre-orgasmic tension.

His cock slammed back into her, gushing with the first of several long spurts of his semen, pushing deep so that she felt it splash against her cervix, the sensation finally triggering her own culmination. Her talons raked his back and she pushed up at him, trying to take him deeper even as she cried out in the wonderful agony of her climax.

"Yes, yes. I'm cumming." She shouted the obvious into his ear, wanting a verbal response but getting only another deep groan as more cum flooded into her. She clung to him, regretting his wordlessness but still smiling inside that they had cum simultaneously, a rare but much treasured event.

Their orgasms rolled on until she was left shuddering and sweating with Alan collapsed panting on top of her, both spent, both shaking with aftershocks, but only one of them satisfied. Roxie wanted more. She had waited for a day like this when she and Alan, who she suspected could be an uninhibited, maybe even kinky, lover, would get the chance to satiate each other with a long unrestrained bout of wild sex. Now that day had arrived and she wanted as much as she could get.

He slipped from her, his slimy cock shrinking until it could stay within her no longer, and sprawled on his back. She felt empty, her pussy pulsing as if trying to grip his missing cock. God, how she wanted him in her, wanted to feel his cock up inside her again. She urgently wanted fucking at least once more, but she knew that even a young man like Alan, just two years younger than herself, needed a little time to recover.

She shuffled around, intending to take him in her mouth and suck the life back into it, but he shook his head, feebly pushing her away.

"Give me a minute." He gasped. "I'm fucked."

"No." She corrected, grinning lasciviously at him. "I'm the one that gets fucked, and I want to be fucked again." She could feel his cum trickling from her vagina and over her anus, cool, slippery and wet.

"Soon, Roxie, soon." He smiled his consent. "Just let me get over that one."

She snuggled close to him, kissing his cheek and running her hand over his chest.

"What do you want to do to me 'soon'?" She whispered.

"I want to fuck you." He told her, used to her need for talking dirty.

"How do you want to fuck me?" She wriggled against him, trying to hurry his arousal with her body contact. "Tell me."

"Hard." He whispered back. "I'm going to ram it into you as hard as I can."

She groaned at his words. "How do you want me to be?"

"On your hands and knees." He told her, seeking her submission.

"You're going to do me doggy style, are you?" She gasped the words. "You want to have me with my bum in the air, showing you everything I've got?"

The thought got to her and she reached out her foot, dragging one of his legs between her thighs to rub herself against. She loved the idea of exposing herself to him as he positioned himself behind her. She ground her slippery wet pussy into his leg, feeling it slide back and forth over the muscles of his thigh, her need growing.

"God, I want you inside me now." She told him, even though she knew it was still too soon.

"Fuck, Roxie, have a little patience." He was still breathing deeply from his recent orgasm.

"Well, I need something up me." She rolled back, opening her legs in invitation and looking regretfully at his still limp cock. "Finger me or something."

He chuckled as he turned towards her. "You tart, can't you get enough today?"

"Today?" She looked at him with one raised eyebrow and licked her lips. "Today I want anything and everything I can get. I'm so fucking horny you can do anything you like, but start by fingering me."

He reached over, sliding his fingers through her dark curls and finding her wet slit.

"And how many fingers do you think you can take?" He asked playfully as he found her still gaping and spunk-sodden entrance.

"I told you." Her reply was urgent and explicit. "Do whatever you want, so use as many as you like."

For a second or two he considered pushing all of his fingers inside her, and indeed he momentarily played at her entrance with three, but in the end he settled for two, knowing that this would give him better penetration, and he slid his first two fingers into her passage with the others bent back out of the way. She sighed with pleasure and held tightly onto him.

His fingers were not the ideal answer, but they would keep her going - especially if he carried on flexing and bending them inside her as he was doing at that moment, she dug her fingers into his shoulder. God, but he was good, it felt as if he were making walking movements inside her, the fingertips rubbing and prodding at her passage walls rather than simply pushing in and out. She wasn't ready to cum again yet, but she could quite easily see him bringing her off that way.

"That is so fucking nice." She told him, adding. "I bet I'm still full of your cream, aren't I?"

She found the idea of him dabbling in his own cum obscenely attractive.

"You're sopping wet and running with it." He told her, pushing in and out a little to create wet squelchy noises. She shivered from the implied kinkiness of the sound.

He bent forward and took her nipple into his mouth, nibbling at it with lip shielded teeth. Her arm went around his back, gripping tightly and pressing him down onto the mound of her breast. It felt nice having both her breast and her pussy played with at the same time. All she needed now was her clit to be touched as well and she knew that she'd be climbing the wall.

"Rub my clit, Alan."

It was more of a demand than a request and so he withdrew his fingers to comply.

"No!" She almost shouted. "I meant as well, not instead of. I want both."

He shuffled around a little, using the ball of his thumb to stimulate her clit, while sliding the two fingers back inside her, with the others, now straightened, sliding between her bum cheeks and along her crack. She moaned contentedly, bending her legs a little more to accommodate the new and strangely erotic sensation of his fingertips sliding back and forth over her anus as he fingered her vagina.

"That's fucking lovely." She told him, wriggling her bottom slightly to allow him more freedom. "Just keep doing that."

"What's fucking lovely?" He was using her own penchant for erotic talk against her.

"That is, what you're doing."

"What – that?" He wiggled his thumb on her clit.

"Yes, and the rest."

She wasn't thinking when she answered. "Yes, everything."

"Including that?"

His finger bent slightly as it passed over her anus, pressing briefly against her sphincter as if to enter. Her eyes shot open with shock - shock both at what she thought he was about to do, and shock at her own instantly positive reaction. Nobody had ever touched her bum intentionally, and certainly nothing had ever entered her there, but even so the brief touch, the momentary trespass had made her catch her breath and sent her heartbeat soaring. But there was no way she could let him do that obscene, perverted, thing that he had teased her with. No way.

She giggled softly in his ear, trying to cover up her confusion while gently rejecting his advance.

"That would be a step too far, and that's not on."

"You can't beat going the extra step, can you?"

His finger slid uneventfully up and over her anus, but then she felt him bend it slightly as he started the return journey back down her crack. She knew what was likely to happen and she was half attracted and half repelled by the idea. She waited to see how far he would take things, his finger seemingly taking forever to reach her bottom. This time his fingertip actually forced her sphincter open just a little before he withdrew it again and she gasped at the short-lived sensation.

"No don't, Alan. That's a bit too kinky."

"Nice though, isn't it" He spoke from around her nipple where his lapping tongue and gentle blowing was giving the little nubbin beautifully sensitive goose bumps.

"No!" It was a half truth. She hadn't really enjoyed that momentary intrusion, didn't think she'd even liked it, but she couldn't be sure that she hadn't. Part of her insisted that you just didn't go there, just didn't play with that particular part of the body, but another part of her mind wanted to see what it was like taken further, wondered what it would be like to have a finger playing inside that passage just like the fingers playing in her vagina. She wanted to reject it decisively, but somehow she just couldn't.

"Liar." His finger skated down her crack again, but this time made no attempt to invade her. A momentary disappointment ran through her, one that she firmly chased away.

His thumb rubbed at her clit, moving in time with the fingers that pushed into her vagina, the combination making her forget about Alan's fleeting trespass into her bottom. She relaxed and let him carry on, moving one hand softly along the muscles of his back and resting the other on the top of his head, suckling still at her breast. She watched him sucking at her breast, feeling his teeth gently tugging at her nipple, raising her breast into a peak before releasing it and letting it bounce back onto her chest. She enjoyed the feeling of mild excitement it generated and smiled at the playful glint that she saw in his eye as he glanced at her. He was a good lover, a man who looked to his partner's enjoyment as well as his own, and she felt safe in his hands. She could already feel the beginnings of another orgasm very slowly building. Another climax before he was ready to fuck her again was just what she needed, it would take the urgency from her arousal and let her properly and fully enjoy his second time.

"I thought you liked trying things?" He asked her suddenly, releasing her nipple and looking directly at her.

"I do." She answered. "Most things anyway."

"So why did you stop me?" She knew what he meant.

"Because it's perverted. It's nasty, dirty. And in any case, I don't like it."

"Yeah, and the moon's made of cheese and I believe everything you say."

He made a slight movement and she suddenly realised that his fingertip was resting against her anus once again, as if awaiting permission.

"Don't, Alan." She didn't want him there, but she sort of didn't mind either – so long as he didn't actually penetrate her.

He made no attempt to move his finger. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation, having his fingertip touching her there, in fact it was actually quite nice, and so she just let it stay. If, she decided, he didn't try to force an entry, she wouldn't object any further. All she was really bothered about were his fingers in her pussy, moving slowly and sexily in and out, the thumb that still stimulated her clit, and the orgasm that she knew they would soon give her.

She pushed the awareness of his finger on her anus from her mind and let the sensations generated by his other fingers engulf her. God, they did feel good. He was still pushing them slowly in and out of her at the same time as he flexed and straightened them, the combination of sensations firing up her burgeoning orgasm. Instinctively she began to move with him, pushing up softly against his fingers thrusting into her vagina and the stroking of his thumb on her clit. She smiled, knowing that she would climax soon.

"That's it." She told him. "Finger my cunt and you'll make me cum again."

He didn't answer, but instead her smiled enigmatically and lowered his mouth to her nipple once again, nibbling and tugging at it with gentle teeth.

"Yes!" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling noisily as she urged him on. "Push your fingers right in, all the way. I love it when you do it hard."

She felt his fingers push in deeper, still flexing into searching hooks that rubbed their tips against the roof of her tunnel.

"Oh my god, yes!" She pushed back harder, matching his thrusts with her counter thrusts. "For god's sake don't stop."

He wasn't going to stop; no way was he going to stop. She smiled happily, pulling his mouth harder onto her breast.

"Keep on like that and it won't take long before I'm cumming again."

And it didn't take long. Soon the growing fire in her belly told her that her climax was imminent and she began pushing up even more forcefully, encouraging him to plunge into her vagina deeper and faster and to rub her clit harder. It was, she could tell, going to be a very powerful orgasm, one of the rare ones that took over her body and made her cry out helplessly in beautiful agony.

He moved his thumb from her clit, folding it under his palm to allow himself more scope to finger fuck her. She didn't mind, the two fingers plunging in and out of her pussy and the third sliding back and forth over her anus were enough, more than enough, to bring her off. She pushed up further, lifting her bottom from the bed as she matched his movements.

"I'm going to cum!" She informed him, the words tumbling urgently from her mouth. "I'm fucking well going to cum!"

He pinched her nipple between his teeth and pushed into her with rapid fingers, pulling them right back and then slamming them hard deep into her.

"Good, I want you to cum hard." His voice was muffled by her breast as she squeezed his head down onto it in response.

She was hovering on the edge of her climax, the fierce heat inside her just about ready to explode through her body when she felt the tip of his finger press against her sphincter as he thrust the other two into her pussy. A jolt of unexpected pleasure added to her arousal before it moved away again, but then, as he drove back in, that same fingertip returned, this time pushing just a little way inside her anus. The sensation alarmed her enough to put off her orgasm while her brain tried to cope with the mixed messages.

"Oh god, Alan." She wasn't clear in her own mind if it were complaint or encouragement.

He pulled away again, and this time she widened her knees ready for his thrust, pulling her legs further back to give him greater access, unthinkingly giving her consent to his trespass. This time, when he thrust back, his third finger pushed into her backside, going deep into her rear passage, intentionally extended to explore her rectum.

"Oh god, Alan, no!" Her protest was insincere; the words made a lie to her partner by the response of her body, and to herself by the wave of pure delight that swept through her.

He continued to finger her, but now all three of his fingers probed and thrust into her two passages together, pistoning back and forth without ever quite leaving her body. It felt so good. She closed her eyes, unable to face even the privacy of the empty house while she let him push his finger right up inside her rectum. It was dirty, kinky, and it was such a fucking turn on. She hardly dare, even to herself, that it aroused her greatly, even though her delayed orgasm was now back and ready to burst inside her.

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His heart began to pound. This was it. He had not had any sex for months. It always made him nervous and excited, with unfamiliar people. You had to let go of your caution sometimes and just go for it. Once you've started the path, or taken the plunge you had to relax and flow with it. She had pressed the lift button - there were four lifts altogether in this building. One lift quickly opened and they slid inside. He had time to notice that all of it, the sides, the ceiling and the floor of the lift, were all mirrored. In the mirror he saw her press the button for one of the levels, then she was all over him. She took his face in her hands and kissed him strongly on his lips. Her tongue was out, and she licked his face, while her arms attacked his body, feeling it, around his shoulders, down his back, into the crack between his buttocks. He responded, there was no purpose in further words. He massaged her through her clothes and licked her face. He could feel her breasts and her buttocks. Quickly, too soon, they were at the floor she had selected. The doors began to open. Eva stopped her lustful behaviour, although she still held him. There was a curious privacy about these people. Sex was an everyday adventure for them, but they did not like to show it in public. He wondered why, storing it in his mind to ask Eva later.

She led him out into the corridor. It looked like just any hotel corridor. They turned left and she looked at the lights above the door handles. "Red is engaged," she said, "green is free." The first few on both sides were red, and Salohkin began to appreciate just how many people were probably having sex in this building right now; many more than just the few couples he had seen entering and leaving the lifts down below. It seemed that most couples, when they came upstairs couldn't wait to get into the first room available. Well, if the females were going at the males in the way Eva had done in the lift it was easy to see why.

Eva found a green door. There was a slot in the handle itself. "The handle doesn't turn unless we pay for our room," said Eva.

"How much does it cost?" asked Salohkin, momentarily beginning to feel distracted from the thought of sex again.

"Only 3 or 4 demos," said Eva, it depends how busy the rooms are. They put the price up at peak times from 3 to 4."

"How much is it now?" he asked.

"Only 3 at the moment," she answered.

He began to fumble in his pockets for some coins. Eva smiled as he did so, then slotted 3 demos into the handle. The green light changed to blue, and she turned the handle and pulled him in. The room was smallish, but large enough for a double bed, a shower in the corner and a window out onto the street, with curtains. There was nothing overlooking the room so they left the curtains open. There was a large mirror on the wall, opposite the bed, and apart from the curtains and bedsheets, nothing else to decorate the white walls and green carpet.

"Would you like me to have a shower," asked Salohkin, nervously.

"No," she said, "I don't want to wait." She had already stripped off her blouse and was unfastening her bra. "Can you help me with this?" He stepped over and unfastened the bra. She caught his hands and laid them on her breasts. He hugged her close from behind and kissed her again. She was undoing her skirt and kicked her shoes away. Breathlessly she said, "Take my skirt off for me." He reached down, nuzzling her back with his face, as he went and drew her skirt, and then her panties down. It seemed appropriate to massage her around the crotch. She seemed to want this so he licked her crotch from behind and stuck his fingers into her vagina, and stroked her gently. His penis was fully erect now.

She began to moan and pant.

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