After being given the cold shoulder by his fiancée Eliza, Ken goes out for the night to find something to distract his mind, and he meets someone quite unusual. [Categories pending]
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Street Fudger
A Street Fighter/Capcomverse Fanfic
By: Ninja Gaijin
[pov: Ken Masters]
KenI don’t feel like coming back home for the night.
After I dropped Ryu off at the airport sometime earlier this evening so he could fly back to Japan (and after he beat me for the umpteenth time in a sparring match this morning), I didn’t know where to go next. But certainly not home. Because Eliza’s pissed. Dunno the reason. Maybe PMS. Maybe Ryu. (Well, Ryu did stay for quite a long time and I did spend more time with my old buddy than her for a while, but…) Whatever. All I knew was that she wouldn’t talk to me and she slammed the door at my face.
Sigh. Women. Why can’t they be more direct about everything?
I think it’s some time past midnight now. I was planning to spend time wasting myself away at the bar, but the car kept me from drinking too much. I’ve got enough trouble with women; don’t want any more trouble with cops carrying breathalyzers.
I need something else to get shit off my head.
What should I do? Go to the woods and beat some trees into pulp? Pick a fight with local thugs? Naaah, who am I? Ryu? Those things might work for him, the guy who lives for nothing but the fight, but not for me. There are lots of more enjoyable things in the world than fighting. So…
After about an hour of aimless driving, I decided.
Gonna get myself some nice tail, then.
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Ever since I hooked up with Eliza, I’ve been faithful to her—no affairs, no wild parties like back in college days, no others. Also, having a guy obsessed with martial arts as your best friend really helped in taking fidelity seriously.
Yeah, yeah. Let’s just forget that for a while. I feel like banging someone tonight and Liz wouldn’t give it to me at the moment, so I do what any self-respecting horny male would do.
Of course, I could just drive to one of my old man’s hotels, get myself a room and then call for some room service; nobody would say anything if it’s the boss’ own son, but I don’t feel like it. Since having a hotel-tycoon father means you can actually live in one of the suites with your woman, and that woman is currently in that suite, either sleeping or staying awake talking to her sister over the phone, nailing another broad in another hotel suite just doesn’t feel like it. It would just feel the same as with Liz.
Besides, it’s not that I’m disappointed with Liz. She’s pretty, sophisticated, well bred, everything that would classify her as near-perfect. Just like a lot of things in my life, she might be one of the best out there… and if your circumstances are like mine, then you might have also experienced the tedium of always having the best things. It’s nice, but if you only eat, wear, watch, fuck etc. the best everyday it does get old.
I need some variation. Something or someone not much like her.
I’m feeling adventurous right now. Let’s check what the streets offer us at night.
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I knew for a fact that not far from the harbor where I use to take challenges from other fighters, there’s this street where you can pick up girls. Of the working type. Of course there would be something like that in all harbors in the whole world, due to the laws of demand and supply. You have many men coming from far away, spending days at sea with no entertainment except wanking, and you grab the business opportunity.
Just to be safe, I drove around the street a few times, checking whether the cops had nothing better to do and decided to set a sting somewhere in the premises, and also what’s available.
Some luck regarding the cops issue—the street seemed safe, no visible police cars parked, no fake strumpets setting themselves as traps to catch the unsuspecting john.
Even though I said earlier that I’m looking for someone quite different from Eliza, that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be scraping the bottom of the barrel. Definitely not looking for someone fugly. More along the lines of someone with a… different kind of charm.
So far, not much luck. Apparently I didn’t get there at the best of times, so all I saw was the worst ones; I figured the better-looking ones had been grabbed early on. Damn, too late.
This one… overweight. That one… too old. This one looks like she’s on crack. Ugly. Uglier. That one’s nice but definitely illegal. Would’ve been worse if I got busted nailing underage than caught drunk driving.
I was about to give up and go home when I finally spotted her.
Standing under yellow light from street lamp, leaning against the brick wall of some building in a narrow and deserted alley, she’s a living definition of the word ‘streetwalker’. Tall, slim, thin waistline, nice curving hips, shapely legs that ended in black stiletto fuck-me heels. Long thick reddish hair that reached the middle of her back—definitely not a natural shade of red, but the yellow light made it hard to tell what exactly her hair color was. Black leather jacket, white top underneath, black tight leather miniskirt—with some chainlike accessory around the waist, dangling in front of her crotch. A large black choker covering most of her neck.
This one’s all right, I thought. No, way better than the ones I’ve seen before. So I pulled up nearby and opened the car window. She got the signal and approached me. As she leaned into the window I could see her cleavage peeking from behind the leather jacket and the tank top neckline.
“Lookin’ for some company, pretty boy?” she said with a low husky voice. I just smirked at her as I took the time looking closely at her face. Her over-made-up face. With a liberal application of fluorescent blue eye shadow and apparently too much blush. Her lips, covered with a heavy coat of red, stole my focus. Sexy-colored lips, the kind you want going down your cock.
Such a slut.
And my dick hardened as a result of that close inspection. Okay, she did it. Positive reaction.
She’s an example of that someone with a different attraction than Eliza. Liz leans more to the elegant refined type, this one’s so far from that end. She oozed sluttiness, something Liz lacked. (Although sometimes I do fantasize about Liz with a similar getup… do you think she’ll agree to dress up like this whore if I asked nicely?)
I broke eye contact and looked down to the bulge in my pants. She noticed it too.
“Well, your little bro down there could use a hand,” she said. “Or a mouth. Or an asshole.”
“Aggressive, aren’t we,” I replied. “So that’s what you offer?”
“Yep. I blow you first, and then you can do my ass. How’s that?”
“It’s usually a three-course menu, isn’t it? How about regular sex?”
“Sorry, can’t do that one right now. That time of the month, you know.”
But you’re still out here turning tricks, I thought. Well, I wasn’t the type that liked to fuck a woman who’s on the rag, so I didn’t pursue the matter further. Besides, she did offer me anal. I’ve only nailed Eliza’s butt hole once—after a lot of coaxing and pleading—and it was great, but she cried and screamed and swore she’d never let me talk her into doing it like that again. Too painful for her perhaps, but I still want to try it again…
“Okay, I’ll go with your offer,” I said. Not bad. We decided on a price, which I then paid half upfront.
“So um… where’d ya wanna do it?” she asked. “Get us a room somewhere?”
A room doesn’t suit you, I thought. Someone like this would be best enjoyed in her natural setting—somewhere in the streets, maybe a back alley? I just grinned. The location should fit the mood.
“Nah. Can’t wait that long, and I’m a bit short on dough,” I bluffed. “Why not somewhere around here?”
“Y’know, you look like you’re rich but quite stingy…” she frowned, but didn’t seem to mind. “Whatever. If you wanted here, let’s do it here.”
The street was empty and safe, I thought. Well, even if a bunch of hoodies suddenly turn up, I was pretty confident with my self-defense skills. After turning off the car engine, I got out and locked the door. She approached me, hips swaying deliciously.
She was really tall! Almost as tall as myself. Her lips smirked as we exchanged stares, as if sizing up each other. She relieved herself of her leather jacket; I could see she’s wearing a white tank top and nothing underneath, as evidenced by two perky nipples threatening to tear through the white fabric. She quickly got ‘down to business’, crouching and running her hands over the bulge in my pants. She immediately unbuttoned my pants and pulled down the zipper, not wasting any time. My swelling cock eagerly leaped out to meet the cause of its stiffness. Her red-nailed fingers played with my rod as she smiled, muttering, “So fucking big,” or something like that.
“Heh. How’d ya like it?” I tried to get her to compliment.
“Nice. Not bad. Just big enough,” she said with an unconvinced tone. Must’ve seen too many cocks in her time, I guess. Whatever.
Without saying anything else she started to work on my meat. Her red lips enveloped my dick halfway, and her tongue started to tickle its bottom. Her mouth felt slick and wet, and I could feel suction. Her fingers played with my testicles. She sucked up and down my dick with her eyes half-closed; the movement of those red lips and blue eyelids grabbed my attention. Later on, just when I thought I was on the brink of shooting my load, she took my cock out of her mouth and pressed her face onto its erected hardness, pushing and rubbing it against my lower abs while her tongue stuck out and licked my balls. I couldn’t help but start to grunt and groan.
She swallowed my shaft again and this time deep-throated it. I hissed as she sucked hard; as if she was trying to rip off my dick. I didn’t think I could hold on much longer, and I grabbed her head, pulled her as close as possible, and exploded inside.
She received every shot I unloaded inside her warm mouth; I swear I could hear her gulps as she swallowed my come. I just said random things like “Unhh!” and “Fuck!” as I made her swallow every last drop, never letting go of my grip on her head.
After everything came out, I released her and pulled out of her mouth.
“Whoo… That was good,” I said, as some kind of compliment which she might not really appreciate, as she just smirked and spat out some leftover cum. But she’s a pro, after all, and I paid for two items so she began working on my cock again. As it returned to its previous hardness, she turned round so I faced her back, and she snuggled up to me, her tight skirt-clad butt grinding against my boner.
“You can do me from the back while I bend over. Is that position okay with you?” she suggested.
“I don’t fucking mind,” I said, as I ran my hands all over her butt. She took the initiative and pulled her tight skirt up. Her nice ass cheeks came into view, divided by black panties—with a convenient opening giving access to her puckered back door. Under her panties, I noticed a slight swelling to the front of the ‘asshole window’. Well, she mentioned before that she’s in that time of the month so I guess that’s a tampon; I’ll just ignore that.
“You’re well-prepared,” I said, while rubbing my erection against her ass cleavage. “Even wore panties that allow instant entrance like that. What a slut.”
“Whatever, just save the bullshit will you,” she remarked back cynically. “Before that, pay up the rest first. No cash, no stickin’ that thing up my butt.”
And that was part of the reason why I called her a slut. I took out some bucks out of my wallet and handed them over to her. She quickly counted them; after she established that I’d given her as much as we decided before, she looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Alrighty. It’s open for business now.”
She spread her legs and bent forward, one hand holding on to the brick wall in front of her, another rested on her knee. I positioned my cock right in front of her anal opening and held her waist with one hand. After spitting on my cock for lubrication, I pushed in.
The entrance was easier than I expected. She might’ve already lubed her asshole, since she could be used to this. Not a virgin ass, but not bad either. She gave a low grunt as I pushed all the way in. Just as I managed to get my dick in, she pushed her hips back against me and started to make hissing and grunting sounds.
“Shit… this hole’s good!” I remarked. I started to pump her as my hands searched for her tits to play with. I fondled her breasts as I slowly thrust into her anus; her breasts seemed unnaturally perky. Silicones. But it wasn’t half bad anyway, they still felt nice. All the time, her hot canal gripped my intruding member tight, while she gasped and grunted and thrashed her red-maned head from side to side.
“Oh! Oh! Ugh!”
She did have a rather low-toned voice, but at the moment my ears found it sexy. Too bad I couldn’t see her face; would love to see those red lips open and close in ecstasy. She seemed eager herself, because she responded my thrusts in kind, as her hips push back, complimenting each shove.
“Oh yeah,” she spoke, sounding as if she’s saying that through clenched teeth, “Fuck my ass like that!”
“Damn right I will!” I replied, thrusting ever harder. “Gonna fuck you real deep!”
“Fucking cum inside me, big boy!” she suggested, “I want your hot cum inside me!”
I decided to tease her a bit by reaching forward, grabbing her throat, and saying to her ear, “Only if you also lick my cock clean after it goes out of your ass.”
“Bastard,” she spat, “You sick pervert. Oh! Ughh! Okay, okay I’ll fucking do it. Just promise you’ll cum inside my ass, not outside!”
“With pleasure,” I said, with a victorious grin across my face.
“Just fucking let it come!!” she screamed, thrusting back hard.
“Damn horny bitch!” I cussed, and knowing I couldn’t last much longer inside her hot rear passage, I let go. I groaned and my cock exploded deep inside her. I pulled her waist close and even tugged at her hair, as my head tilted back and I’m lost in ecstasy—pumping my spunk inside the streetwalker’s ass.
“UHH FUUCK!!”
I felt as if blood escaped my head as I ejaculated the last of my load into her, and I let go of her waist and hair. I tottered back a few steps, exhausted, until my back found support on my car, and I laid my head back on the car roof for a while, reveling in the pleasure.
“Hehh… that was fuckin’ awesome…” I said, while I closed my eyes for a while. “Now, how about you clean my dirty coc…”
As I raised my head to look at her…
She had turned to face me, crouching with her legs spread, smiling, my cum leaking from her gaping asshole, and her panties down halfway her thighs. She grinned as her fingers stroke… her own erect penis. Complete with balls.
“That was great, love. You’re quite a stud, y’know?. Oh by the way, my name’s Poison. Nice to meet you, love,” she said, smirking naughtily.
She continued to jerk her cock until she ejaculated. Her cum flew and landed on my shoe. I found my own cock still half-erect.
“Oh shit…”
PoisonTHE END?
AUTHOR’S NOTES
There you go. Hope you enjoyed the surprise :) I wanted to make a story from that infamous phrase ‘IT’S A TRAP’ and I thought Poison would make a perfect character there. Maybe I’ll write something else about her… got ideas? Send all feedback, suggestions, flames, angry threats etc. to (ninjaxgaijin@yahoo.com) AFF: Unlogged comments welcome.
Content Codes: Anal, Bi, Trans
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