“Pew! Pew! giggle” Shayla said as she fired the water guns towards Howard.
He smiled and turned his head towards her as he laid out on the lounge chair, his gaze sent a shiver down her spine that nestled into her pussy and she giggled again.
“Like, watcha think of my guns baby?” she asked, giving her tits a good shake to make sure he knew exactly what she meant.
It was hard to image that at one time, not that long ago, her tits were so flat that she could easily hide them under her costume as the Night Rail. Mind you, her ass had been much smaller back then too, so it kinda evened out really.
“Why don’t you come over and let me get a better look at them…” Howard called out and Shayla quickly toss the water guns to her sides and got out of the pool, wiggling her phat ass over to him and quickly straddling his lap.
She pulled her bikini top to the sides and pushed her tits together, then shoved them right in his face just as he reached around and grabbed her ass.
“Oh my gawd! Like can you seem them now baby? giggle” she asked as she jiggled her tits from side to side. His lips found her right nipple and he sucked hard on it.
“Oh my god, oh my god, suck on that titty baby! Suck on it hard!” she called out with a squeal as he squeezed her ass firmly.
When she couldn’t take it any more, she finally pushed back and slide down between his legs, fishing his dick out from his swim trunks and taking it between her lips, pushing all the way down until her nose touched his belly while her ass pushed up into the air.
Several small orgasms washed over her, until his cum filled her throat and her whole body was rocked by the biggest orgasm of her life.
Howard looked down at Shayla between his legs, his deflating cock still between her lips as she gently sucked on it to get any last remaining cum that she might coax out of him.
It was still hard to fathom the changes that had occurred in her were possible, let alone real. She’d been the scourge of the night in Rio de Janeiro as she patrolled the streets in her jet black leather costume, blacked out monocycle, and packing a pair of pistols. Criminals ran for the hills just at the sight of her jet black hair being uncovered from the helmet she rode with.
Now she was little more than his inflatable pool toy.
He’d never expected such a thing to happen of course, he was just an accountant. A good accountant in general, but he had one skill that had served him well… the ability to launder money.
He’d worked for the mob for a decade, moving their money around and cleaning it, he’d never considered himself to be in danger, that was until his employers told him that Night Rail was on his money trail.
He’d panicked and told them he wanted out, but they assured him there was nothing to worry about, that they were just letting him know just in case she showed up before they could deal with her. In fact, they suggested that due to his excellent performance over the last few years, that they’d have a bonus for him.
Two months later they’d shown up at his home with Shayla in tow and explained who she had been, and more importantly, what she now was.
He still had no idea how they’d done it, but he couldn’t argue with the results. Night Rail might be no more, but Shayla got railed every night.
Sugar Melody
October 31, 2024 — 3:54 am
I approve of the hand that leads policy on female super vigilantes they do make lovely ornaments and pool inflatables.