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Vi’s rakish smirk was shone at herself in the mirror. It was vain, sure, but Vi was damn proud of her body. From thighs that could crush a watermelon to washboard abs to biceps that made her shirts tight, and a defined back that’d make a rock climber jealous . . . she had a lot to admire. Large handfuls of titflesh adorned her chest, topped with perky pink nipples. Her ass was round and tight with muscle, not just bouncy enough for a quarter but a whole damn silver dollar! And hanging heavy between her legs was a bulging and veiny cock that wouldn’t go amiss on a damn horse.
With a body like that and a panty-dropping smile, Vi should’ve been a ladykiller without parallel. But as she pulled on a pair of soft sleeping shorts and a hoodie and stepped out of the bathroom, she was reminded starkly why she wasn’t: The sight before her made her cock thicken in her shorts, and the soft fabric rubbing against her made her gasp slightly in tingling pleasure!
The sight itself?
Lying on the ratty couch of their shared apartment was a pale, lithe figure with her long blue hair in unbound disarray, trailing across her body, off the couch, and even over its back somehow! But what really caught Vi’s eyes were those lean, bare legs leading up to a tight little peach of an ass! Small but perfectly round, those asscheeks were hugged by a pair of soft blue cotton panties, ones that only covered half of her double bubble and were sheer from use. Even worse, those coltish legs were spread slightly, letting Vi stare right between them at how those blue panties clung to the folds of the pussy they teasingly held.
Before Vi knew it, she was ragingly hard in her soft pajama shorts . . . which now had a bit of a wet spot at the end.
Worse, Powder had twisted on the couch now, looking back at Vi with soft, sleepy blue eyes -and a growing smile.
“Woke up with a problem, sis?” Powder teased, eyes dipping to Vi’s crotch for a moment. “That what you were in the bathroom so long for?”
Vi blushed. If I was doing that, I wouldn’t be in the bathroom for long.
Even now, the rubbing of her soft cotton shorts against her flexing length was making her shudder ever so slightly! But she forced a chuckle, and rubbed the back of her neck.
“Nah, just brushin’ my teeth,” Vi said sheepishly. “Guess I should get ready for work.”
Powder turned over on the couch, pushing her top half upward with her elbows as one of her legs was drawn upwards in a stretch that made Vi weak in the knees. Similarly so was how her loose blue tank top had slide in her movements, and half of one taut little perky nipple was free of its covering! Powder didn’t have much of a chest, just small, cute tits -but the pink tit-tips were the sexiest Vi had ever seen, mouthwatering in the extreme.
And in her stretch, Powder made a filthy noise that caused Vi to groan softly as well, the wet spot becoming just a little larger . . . but then Powder just looked at Vi like Vi wasn’t about to cum in her shorts!
“You’re getting the new partner today, right?” Powder asked curiously.
“Uhh, yeah, yeah,” Vi agreed. “Probably some old guy, you know how it is.”
“Maybe it’ll be a cute girl,” Powder suggested. “Shoot your shot, Vi.”
Vi smiled bashfully. “Ah, I dunno.”
“C’mon, sis!” Powder urged. “You’re built like a brick shithouse and I don’t know a bigger badass -you’re damn hot! They’re not gonna be creeped out or anything.”
“Bad guys are one thing, girls are another,” Vi replied -she had no problem flirting or even dating, it was just sealing the deal the was hard . . . literally.
“So maybe you need a bad girl, huh?” Powder teased. “Not some straightlaced enforcer you’ll be saddled with?”
Vi blushed-
“You do!” Powder recognized. “So that’s your type?”
“I should go,” Vi announced.
She turned and strode away, not noticing Powder’s eyes trail her form with heated interest.
“A bad girl, huh?” Powder whispered, a delighted grin on her face. “If only you knew . . .”
* * *
Back in her room, Vi was sitting on the floor, her untamed beast of a cock rigidly hard in the air in front of her! Of all her morning routine, this was the hardest part! One hand held her turgid length with the most delicate touch, not wanting to set herself off. Her other held an XXXL condom, one that couldn’t be found just anywhere but Vi had to wear constantly -she’d ruined too many pairs of clothes already!
Of course, it was made worse by having just seen Powder. Her little sister . . . and the sexiest little nymph Vi’d ever run into. And she was living with her!
In her mind’s eye, Vi could just see Powder lying there, practically waving that tight ass in her face . . . those blue panties were so worn they were practically see through, and they clung to those sweet pussy lips . . .
“Fuck,” Vi gasped, a heavy burst of precum spurting from her overeager cock. “Don’t cum, don’t cum, don’t cum . . .”
Fortunately, she successfully battled her growing lust -she hadn’t cum yet.
Holding her unruly length as steady as she could, she lined up the condom carefully, and started rolling it down on her cock. Her own hand drifting over it made Vi groan, and more precum leak from her needy cock as flashes of her sister’s nearly-bare body danced in her head. Still, with triumphant willpower, Vi managed to slide the condom all the way on!
“Yes,” Vi hissed to herself.
The thin plastic shield would make the rest of the day a lot easier. And with her condom in place, Vi slipped on her dark red boxers and -with reluctance- contained her chest in a matching sports bra. Hip-hugging black jeans showed off her muscular legs, and a bloodred halter top was sleeveless to show off her arms and short enough to let her abs peak out from beneath the hemline. She topped it off with a leather jacket, one with ruby red punk spikes on the shoulders.
Keenly aware of how her womanhood was straining against her jeans, Vi snuck a glance in her mirror -it looked like someone had stuffed a sausage down her pants! And the sight made Vi grin. She wasn’t ashamed of her size . . . just her stamina.
But taking even a single step was a bit of a problem, as her rubber-clad cock rubbed against her clothes and skin in a spine-tingling way. Still, Vi soldiered on, stepping into the living room once more.
This time, Vi had prepared herself for the sight of her scantily-clad sister . . . but that didn’t stop her from staring! Because now Powder had sat that cute ass down at their small table, eating breakfast . . . but she was hunched forward, and her loose tank top fell open, letting Vi get an excellent view of her tiny, mouthwatering tits!
Fuck . . .
Vi focused on her face. “Hey, Pow. Headin’ out!”
“Be safe!” Powder called, with a milky mustache.
“Got something,” Vi warned, pointing to her upper lip.
Big mistake.
Powder’s dexterous tongue swiped all around her mouth, licking her lips in a way that made Vi wonder what else that tongue could do so well . . . and those lips.
Vi wrenched herself away, opening the door and hurrying away!
* * *
There were two types of enforcer uniform: One had respectable pants, and the other was a body-conforming minidress that ended in ruffles at mid-thigh, exposing miles of thighhigh-clad leg beneath. If Vi was wearing it, half her dick would be hanging out! So when Vi got to her locker, she opened it to reveal a hung-up pair of pants . . . and a picture of Powder on the inside of the locker door, of course.
Unaware of a pair of eyes on her, Vi stripped off her leather jacket, halter top, and denims, leaving her in only her stuffed sports bra and even more stuffed boxers -both of which a darker, more sinful red than her hair. And even in them, Vi’s chiseled figure was more than apparent . . . something very much appreciated by a certain onlooker.
Unfortunately, the feast for the eyes had to be covered as Vi pulled on her uniform, taking no care to straighten it out-
“Excuse me,” a soft, smooth voice said, with an accent that tickled.
Vi turned to see a young woman with long, straight royal blue hair that draped over a soft black turtleneck, with vertical textures that emphasized her height. Her belt shown with a bit of polished brass as it held her black slacks tight around her waist -not that they needed any help with that. Vi’s eyes certainly lingered a little too long on how an athletic yet plush pair of hips filled out her pants . . . before her eyes went up to meet the newcomer’s bright sapphires.
Suddenly, Vi was wishing she’d straightened her uniform out . . .
“Yeah?” Vi asked, leaning up against the locker and giving her a look.
“Would you know where locker five-one-seven is?” she asked.
“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” Vi replied, rapping her knuckles against her own locker. “This one’s five-one-six, so yours is right next door.”
“Lucky me,” the newcomer replied, not even glancing at the locker numbers as she extended a hand. “Caitlyn. I’m a new transfer.”
Vi’s grin widened, taking her hand. “Vi. Happy to help you get comfortable here.”
Caitlyn’s hand was soft, silky smooth skin interrupted only by a certain set of callouses.
“Spend a lot of time on the range?” Vi asked, not letting go of Caitlyn’s hand just yet.
Caitlyn laughed lightly. “How did you know?”
Vi turned Caitlyn’s hand palm-up, and ran her fingers across it. “Not everyone has callouses here. My sister does, though.”
“Oh, is that her?” Caitlyn asked, nodding to the picture in Vi’s locker.
“Yep,” Vi confirmed.
A smile spread on Caitlyn’s face. “Good.”
“Yeah, no other woman to have a spot there,” Vi fished.
The smile widened. “Even better.”
“Personally, I think you’d look great there,” Vi flirted. “You?”
“Oh, I’ve just met you,” Caitlyn said coquettishly, as if she hadn’t approached Vi for exactly that reason. “So I might as well learn more . . . drinks after our shift? I’m sure you know just the spot.”
“Count on it, cupcake,” Vi said, giving her a rakish grin.
They Vi turned away, confidence in her steps . . . but that would only last so long.
* * *
Why did I do that?
Vi groaned at her desk.
Cute new enforcer and my brain just stops working!
If I ever try to actually do anything with her . . .
The thought of ‘doing anything’ itself was extremely distracting. That turtleneck molded to her form, clinging to her substantial bust . . . and those pants . . . Vi might’ve stolen a glance as she walked away, seeing a plush rear that looked perfectly round and bouncy as all hell, flattered by the sleek fabric of her slacks.
Fuck . . .
When faced with her, Vi’d last even shorter than usual!
And I’ll have to live with that for as long as she’s here! Every time she’ll look at me, she’ll remember me cumming my brains out before even getting inside her. Maybe she’ll tell others, too . . .
Hell, all she’d have to do was grind that ass on me on the dance floor, and I’m toast . . .
Vi let out a low groan, her hand dropping below her desk without even realizing it. Her thick hog pressed against the trappings of her uniform, and Vi could rub against it with one palm! Every motion sent tingling sparks of pleasure racing up and down her length as she imagined pressing up against Caitlyn’s luscious rear-
“Vi,” a new voice said sharply -it was Captain Marcus!
Vi jolted upwards, and was suddenly staring into increasingly-familiar sapphire-blue eyes! Her girlcock throbbed in her pants, a jolt of precum thankfully caught by the condom as she stared at the object of her fantasies.
“This is your new partner, Caitlyn Kiramman,” Marcus introduced, while Vi hadn’t even given him a glance. “She’s new to this area, so you can provide the local knowledge while she provides experience. She’s also good on the range, while your hand-to-hand skills are superior -you both have a lot to teach each other.”
A sly smile adorned Caitlyn’s graceful features -the smile of a secret.
“It’s nice to meet you, Vi,” Caitlyn offered, extending a hand.
For a moment, Vi just stared in shock. Because the enforcers had two uniforms . . . and Caitlyn wore the second. The navy blue top of the dress was bad enough, how a buckled collar wrapped around her slim neck over some ruffly thing . . . and how it clung tight to her chest, molding to her tits -and, of course, how it left her biceps bare, exposing her lean muscle.
But undoubtedly more distracting was the bottom of the dress. It ended just past her plush ass in a wave of white ruffles, so short that Vi couldn’t wait for her to bend over. Then there were tantalizing inches of her bare, creamy thigh, entirely exposed before thigh-high stockings began just over her knees. Caitlyn’s legs looked divine -athletic from a lifetime of running, yet thick from a lifetime of good food.
Vi belatedly realized she’d frozen, and quickly stood and grabbed Caitlyn’s hand.
“Uh, nice to meet you too,” Vi mumbled, still staring at her.
“Right, then, I’ll leave you to it,” Marcus announced, then strode away.
Frankly, he could’ve been wearing a pink tutu and Vi wouldn’t’ve known. However, she did notice that Caitlyn was carrying a box, and set it down on her desk -right across from Vi’s.
“Give me a moment to settle in, then we can start working the first case,” Caitlyn suggested.
“Yeah, umm, sure,” Vi agreed easily.
Damn she’s hot . . .
“So, cupcake, new here?” Vi asked lamely.
“Wanted to be away from my parents,” Caitlyn supplied. “I love them, and they mean well, but . . . it was a little smothering. So far, I think it’s a good thing.”
She gave Vi a look. “There aren’t opportunities like this in Piltover.”
Vi blushed, and chuckled nervously. Her earlier ability to flirt had been vaporized by a short skirt and exposed thighs . . . and then Caitlyn bent over her desk! Ostensibly, it was to take various desk accouterments from the box she’d brought along and set them up. But all Vi saw was the ruffled edge of her uniform dress sliding up her creamy thighs.
Caitlyn had locked her legs straight, so Vi could stare at everything from her muscled calves to those sumptuous thighs! And as the dress kept riding up, Vi swallowed in nervous anticipation of more. Was that just the undersides of her ass Vi could see? Maybe a hint of royal blue underwear, clinging to her folds?
“So, what’s our first case?” Caitlyn asked.
Vi blinked.
Case? What’s a case?
Oh, right . . .
It took a moment for Vi’s brain to engage, though its capacity was limited while Caitlyn’s legs were still in sight.
“Uhh, string of B&E’s,” Vi shared, still staring. “Mostly targeting richer homes on the Promenade, a couple of businesses. Know their way around power tools and electricity -cuts the cameras and home security before going in.”
“The average burglar would avoid places with those kinds of risks,” Caitlyn mused. “But if this one is skilled and has the risk acceptance to match, they could be tricky.”
“Yeah,” Vi agreed. “There’s no consistent time of day, or pattern of target I’ve been able to figure out. The one lucky break I’ve gotten is that they messed up once, broke into a house while the owner was still awake. They reported seeing a pair of pink eyes that looked like they glowed in the dark.”
Clank!
Caitlyn’s stapler fell off the desk and hit the floor, but for a moment, she didn’t even seem to notice. Then she took a slight breath, and nodded.
“Odd color,” Caitlyn commented. “Glowing as well? Not natural.”
Unlike you, you’re all natural . . .
“That’s what I’m thinking too, cupcake,” Vi agreed.
"Perhaps we need a focused operation to jinx her string of successes," Caitlyn proposed, glancing at the ground to find her fallen stapler.
"Looks like you already got the hardest part done -Operation Jinx is as good a name as any," Vi opined.
Instead of bending over, Caitlyn crouched to pick up her stapler -which, in Vi’s mind, was one of the greatest tragedies in history! But then she looked up at Vi, and the smirk that grew on her face set off all kinds of alarm bells in Vi’s head!
When Caitlyn straightened up, she leaned in to Vi, so close she could feel the other woman’s warmth -and the mere closeness made Vi throb with want! Caitlyn’s lips parted next to Vi’s ear, a sinful sound that made Vi’s hips buck involuntarily, a bolt of pleasure sending a blast of precum into her condom!
“Is that a regulation sidearm in your pocket . . . or are you just happy to see me?” Caitlyn whispered, her voice holding a promise of so much more.
Vi flushed hard, face turning as red as her hair.
“I, uhh . . . bathroom!” Vi claimed.
She turned and hurried off, with Caitlyn looking after her with a smirk.
“I’d bet you are,” Caitlyn murmured, then smiled slyly. “Would be a shame for you to be there alone . . .”
* * *
As soon as Vi slammed the stall door shut, her pants and boxers came straight down!
I shouldn’t be doing this.
I really shouldn’t be doing this . . .
But there Vi was, bare ass on the toilet, her monster cock standing straight in the air like a spear pointed at heaven itself -and just as demanding! She was throbbing with want, each beat of her heart making the untamed beast bob a little with the force of its lust!
Vi wrapped one hand around it, and let out a soft, helpless groan! Even that much stimulation sent sparks of naughty pleasure through her, and drawing up once made Vi feel like she was on the verge of cumming -and cumming hard!
Of course, Vi’s thoughts were helping with that. She could just imagine how glorious it would’ve been if Caitlyn had bent over to pick up her fallen stapler.
That skimpy, slutty dress would ride way up, and Vi would catch an eyeful of bubbly ass without equal.
All Vi would do was savor the look. Caitlyn’s peach had to be perfection itself! A double bubble of firm muscle covered in jiggly flesh, toned to the peak of athleticism yet Vi couldn’t help but imagine how it’d bounce if she was even lucky enough to hit it from behind! Just the right amount of give with just the right amount of muscle . . .
Slowly, ever so slowly, Vi’s hand drifted down her cock. The pleasure was heat racing in her veins, but she did want to savor it. It was the closest she’d come to ever actually having sex with her partner, she knew . . .
Then the door to the bathroom opened, and Vi froze.
Footsteps found their way right to the stall next to Vi, and looking under the partition, she knew exactly which legs those were -she’d spent the last few minutes staring at them, after all!
I need to wait.
Vi’s turgid length bobbed in the air, her cockhead swollen angrily.
I can’t wait . . .
Vi’s hand kept stroking, but now even slower. She stared at Caitlyn’s legs under the divider, and what she saw next felt like a miracle! Slide down to Caitlyn’s ankles were the underwear that had the honor of adorning that tempting, tantalizing ass!
It was pair of royal blue lingerie bottoms that were much sexier than Vi had expected! Silky and sleek, not a thong but medium coverage at best. But most of said coverage was provided by sheer blue lace that only served to flatter her already-perfect cheeks!
Never had there been a clearer image in Vi’s mind’s eye than that sexy, silky scrap of fabric covering Caitlyn’s bubbly peach! Fully half of Caitlyn’s ass wouldn’t be covered by them, leaving Vi free to feast her eyes on the bare cheeks -and the covered ones!
Vi let out a low moan, her hand speeding up on her shaft! She’d already stroked herself once, then again with agonizing slowness, and now she just couldn’t help herself! She wanted to take it slow, both to not make much noise and so that she could savor it . . . but she was just too needy!
An upward stroke of her shaft sent another lance of precum to fill her condom, and a downward one made her hiss at the very edge of her climax! All it took was one much upward stroke to-
“Fuck, Caitlyn,” Vi hissed as she came apart in her own hand!
White-hot pleasure raced through Vi in a wave as her mighty cock tensed so hard Vi almost feared it’d snap in half! But instead, roiling waves of bliss shot through her as her girlcock started untensing and retensing, sending out lance after lance of her cum safely into the condom she wore!
Vi groaned and shuddered, staring at Caitlyn’s lingerie and imagining what she couldn’t see as riotous ecstasy ravaged her powerful body! It felt like she was cumming for a solid minute -it just wouldn’t end! The bulb at the end of the condom became larger and larger as Vi stroked her cock with manic abandon!
She tried to keep quiet, but failed in that, soft curses and moans escaping her lips -along with Caitlyn’s name.
Eventually, Vi was left panting, and took her hands off her cock -if she wasn’t careful, she’d start jerking again! And her cock would never be truly satisfied, as hours of jerking off in her room could attest to. But at least her lust was relatively under control once more.
For now.