Ansa & Amadi: Hangar Whore

TAGS: M/F, interracial, consensual, uniforms & skin-tight flight suits, foul-mouthed tomboy troopers, dirty talking rough sex, fellatio, deep-throating, facefucking, shameless cock worship, power-bottoming, cum facials, anal sex up against a wall, messy, sweaty & drool-laden fucking, ass-to-mouth, weirdly-accented speech patterns.

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* "Fuckin' debriefin'. Fuckin' DMZs. Fuckin' potshot-takin' slags an' I can't even fuckin' shoot back at 'em without startin' another Goddamn war!" An angry smack of fist against corrugated hangar-wall punctuated that last muttered outburst from the flightsuit-clad pilot as she made her way down the maze of flimsy stairs and slender ladders that made up its gantries. Nothing could be heard over the din of machinery echoing across the entire grand chamber - the whine of power tools, the rev of reactor turbines being tested, the creak and squeal of mechframe servos going through their paces - but the mere act of venting made Second Lieutenant Ansa Maijala feel a little better.

A little better.

Her slate-grey flightsuit, a mix of stretchy layers of padded ablative materials reinforced by the occasional rigid plate in strategic spots, clung to her catlike form as she stalked her way through the mess of supplies and sundries, glaring amethyst death at anybody who dared get in her way; between landing her mechframe with a sizzling hole in one leg, being shunted straight off to debriefing (read: chewing-out) by her CO, and coming back here to see how long her precious baby was going to be out of commission, she hadn't had a chance to slip into the showers yet and cool down. Well, there'd be time for that later, and she barely even noticed the way her outfit flaunted the rippling lines of her lithe body, all well-honed athleticism only lightly softened by feminine curves where it counted. Right, and here she was: landing pad 4C, with the silver-painted mechframe powered down and partly-covered in tarps. "Right," the 2LT roared in her rough-and-ready voice, shaking out her cold-sweat-dampened mop of platinum hair. "What lucky fucks're workin on m'baby 'ere, an' how's she comin' 'long?"

If somebody dared tell her that her ride was out of commission for a week, she was going to kill them where they stood.

* The smoldering hole in the mech's leg didn't really look serious... If you didn't know a thing about mechs or military, or if you were looking at it from the front on. Amadi Roux knew better. The moment he saw the mech taken into the hanger, he knew it was in bad shape. The otherwise minor looking hole was going to be a hellscape of repairs. It was minor for a mech, at least. It was the size of a human torso. The back of the mech's leg, however... That's where the real damage was obvious, it was almost entirely blown out. Metal sheared outwards, wires and leaking fuel dripping down the mechanical limb. No way was this thing walking for a while, even with Amadi's skilled hands. He had gotten to work immediately with his team, while whoever piloted the poor thing was getting chewed out by the higher ups. The advantage of not being a pilot was that you didn't get yelled at for breaking multi-million dollar equipment every other outing.

Amadi's outfit was mostly following dress code standards. His pants and jacket were digital-pattern camouflage that was designed for a battlefield two wars ago. The tan, off-white and brown squares of the design really stood out in most of South America. But what could one expect from the military supply chain? At least he wasn't on or near a battlefield wearing it. His jacket was open, a violation of dress protocol. His white undershirt was tight enough to showcase his strong, rippling muscles. His dark skin contrasted with the otherwise light, desert-designed outfit. He was sweating slightly in the heat, his toolbelt was loaded with various tools. In one hand was a heavy wrench and in the other was a clipboard. He was hard at work... Until the pilot interrupted him and his crew.

He turned to face her and saluted, as was protocol. "It's coming along steadily. Armor plates are shot and'll need replacement, most of the electronics are fried, fuel lines are severed and the main hydraulics in that leg are completely ruined." Amadi said, giving her the damage report. It wasn't good. "We'll have to take the whole leg off and get a replacement. Repairing it will take too much time." He said, looking down at the clipboard. "We're getting the right leg shipped from San Jose... She'll be back in the field and operational in... Six days." Amadi said. That's just the way things went. There were no readily available parts for her mech specifically, so they had to get them shipped out. Amadi looked up from his clipboard at Ansa, somewhat apologetically.

* "Six days." The deadpanned words dropped from her snarled lips like pins in stillness, and one of her eyebrows twitched reflexively, curling the corner of her mouth. "Six fuckin' days." Whirling on her heel towards the techie that spoke up, she rested one hand on her hip and raised the other one in a clenched fist, which she proceeded to shake angrily at Amadi. "Jesus whorin' Christ, gearie, y'tellin' me I'm Goddamn well grounded for six - one, two, three, four, five, six! days?!" Oh yes, the deadpan had long since dropped away in favour of a rising tide of discontent, her marble-pale features twisted in plainly-written annoyance. Her raised fist flailed about menacingly, fingers flexing and uncurling in a variety of inarticulate motions, until she finally spat out a cry of "FUCK!" and stormed over to the side of the poor, de-limbed mechframe.

"M'poor baby..." she sighed defeatedly, supple shoulders sagging as her forehead tapped against the cool polymer surface. "Mommy fucked up somethin' fierce. But s'gonna be okay, dontcha worry, baby. This..." The cooing, utterly at odds with her prior indignity, stopped momentarily as she threw another glance back at Roux, eyes narrowing at the tag on his open-hanging jacket. "...This, uh, Roux guy here's gonna getcha all fixed up. Ain't that right?" More barbed death coming from her glances - clearly no room for negotiation, here.

* Amadi took it in stride. Pilots loved their mechs, and he couldn't blame them. Ansa's mech was a fine piece of work. To have it damaged in and taken under the care of a bunch of mechanics who didn't know how her engines purred or how smoothly the actuators moved the massive metal frame... Well, anybody would be mad. Amadi watched Maijala try to sooth her de-limbed mech. The leg in question was covered with a tarp on a massive cart, ready to be rolled off to some salvage facility. Those custom import parts tossed away like scrap. When Ansa gave Amadi that harsh look, he nodded firmly. While he'd never personally met Ansa before, he knew enough from word on the base not to fuck with her under any circumstances.

"If it makes you feel any better... We specifically requested the 091-Firestorm series frame for the replacement leg. I noticed you switched out your mech's limbs with that series instead of the standards. When she's back in business, she'll be just like she was before." Amadi said with a faint smile. As an artist, he knew how much the little details meant to people. And for a battlefield machine, getting the parts that fit the pilot was very important. Especially for top pilots like Ansa. Replacing it with stock 102B parts would have been a disaster. Heads would have rolled...

* That last little bit of news caused an shift in the pilot's entire demeanour - she visibly perked up, eyes blinking. "Seriously?" A small huff of exertion followed as she shoved herself away from her beloved 'frame, the shift and sway of her back plating emphasizing the play of muscles. And of course, the sway of her hips as she pushed, snug charcoal material pulled taut - perhaps even over-taut? - over what was plainly an exquisitely-conditioned example of the female backside, all shapely firmness without being unduly large or burdened by indolent fat. Once again she stalked across the platform, each heavy footfall from her integrated magboots ringing out. Finally, she stood before the technician, a scant few inches shorter but utterly unfazed by that fact. She looked over him appraisingly, eyes narrowed, as she folded her arms across her heavily-compacted bust and tapped at her chin.

"Huh. Didn't take y'for an artisan, Roux. Too many o' th' fuckin' techs 'round here don't give a shit, y'know? Somethin' breaks, replace it with whatever lousy-ass stock shit they got kickin' about in a dusty ol' warehouse from a decade ago. Th' 102-series actuators're sticky as hell when y'rapidly shift direction; fuckin' know-it-all engineerin' cunts figured nobody'd ever be doin' that kinda shit in practice... retards." Turning her head, she spat over one shoulder dismissively, then turned back to face the man. "Think y'can wrangle four days on th' fix? Six an' I can fuckin' well guarantee I'm gonna get thrown in th' goddamn box for somethin'."

* When she spit over her shoulder, the projectile landed right on a passing mechanic's shoe. He gave her an angry look and started to say: "Watch it!", but he noticed who exactly he was shouting at. The mechanic went pale and hurried off, like he had some very important work to do away from Ansa Maijala. Amadi smirked slightly. He stuffed his wrench back into his tool belt and wiped some sweat from his brow. His dark hair was kept back, though it certainly wasn't regulation by grunt standards. Luckily he wasn't a grunt and had a little bit of leeway. Leeway because most folks on this base didn't really give a shit. "The 102-series has a lot of polymer that just doesn't hold up to intense usage like the metal Firestorm series. I can see why you switched it." He said knowingly. Amadi wasn't exactly an amateur when it came to mech mechanisms.

"I'd do it quicker if I could, but the problem is that the parts just aren't here. If we're lucky we'll get them a day or so sooner, but knowing the ship times from San Jose right now, with the current climate... We're lucky to have the six days we already have. In the meantime my team will do some tune-ups and basic maintenance. A lot of little bits and pieces are fried and torn on her. Normally I'd say don't push her too hard, but I know it's not a desk-jockey's jeep... So I can't blame you." Amadi said. He looked over at the mech, his crew climbing over it like ants on harnesses. "I'm sure you can find something to do for the next few days until the parts come in... Right?" He said.

* "Th' problem, Roux," she groused, "s'exactly that I will find somethin' t'do o'er th' next few days, an' th' MP's're gonna pitch a bitch-fit o'er it, 'cause I swear t'th' Good Lord Above that they breed those lil' fucks in vats to be genetically incapable of human fun." The very mention of MPs sent a tense glower across the ace's face, her surprisingly full lips curling back to bare pearly teeth in a momentary growl. "'Maijala, stop causin' brawls in th' Officer's Mess. Maijala, cut th' public drunkenness. Maijala, yer not allowed t'fuck in th' elevator t' th' command room, 'specially not th' colonel's son. An' 'is wife. At th' same time." Another frustrated sigh clawed its way out of her throat as her lavender eyes rolled emotively, and then she lightly tapped Amadi's broad chest, outstretched fingertips instinctively tracing its firm contours. "Killjoys. S'yeah, gearie, y'seem like a clever 'nough sort, so mebbe y'un'nerstand why I'm a lil' leery 'bout too much time away from th' DMZ, eh?"

She chewed on her bottom lip in vexed contemplation, weight shifting from one foot to another... and then she flicked one eye over the technician again, "hmm"ing quietly. "Make y' a deal, Roux," Ansa finally stated, her clipped tones lilting with something more than mere exasperation as something approximating a grin danced over her face. "Y'promise t'do e'erythin' y'can t'get m'baby workin' right as rain in five days, an' I'll make sure y'feel real appreciated for th' favour." Pointedly, she played with one of the neck-clasps of her flightsuit, popping it loose and then snapping it back down again with calculated idleness. "'Bout time y'took a break, right?"

* His dark brown eyes flicked downwards, drifting down her body. It was totally improper for him to be eying up somebody higher ranking than him, especially someone like Maijala... But he did it anyway, noticeably too. He returned his gaze to her face and thought about the offer. It was risky- mainly because he couldn't be completely sure he could manage it... There'd be a lot of luck involved. But then again, Ansa was a hot piece of pilot ass, so to speak. He rubbed his beard thoughtfully, then nodded slowly. "Alright, Maijala, I'll put the screws on them and get the parts over here as soon as possible. You should be up and ready in five days time, if I have anything to say about it." He said, looking her up and down again. While his own jacket hung loose on his muscular frame, his shirt was tight, showing off strong pecs and six-pack abs. Physically, he could be one hell of a ground soldier if he went that route, it seemed. "That acceptable?" He asked.

* Yeah, this techie didn't look like one at all. She was used to seeing the lanky-yet-strong sorts, the wiry little things that could scamper and scramble all over the place, but this Roux here... he was strapping. The hand on his chest lingered, tugging lightly at his plain undershirt, as she weighed his statement. "Should, eh? Jus' gotta take y'word on it, I s'pose?" Ansa's tongue clicked at that, and she chuckled softly, almost - almost! - sounding girlish in the process. And then she took a half-step forward, pressing up against the dark-featured man, the synthetic sheerness of her flightsuit oddly cool to the touch as she flattened out against his powerful frame. "Well," hummed the pilot in a low and throaty purr as her lips danced right beside one of his ears, "s'somethin', eh? So lemme give you a lil' conditional o' m'own, gearie. Y'find a quiet lil' outta-th'-way spot for us, an' I'll probably suck your cock as my special way o' sayin' thanks." Punctuating those words, she rolled her hips against his, grinding pelvis against pelvis. With that, she pulled away, gaze smouldering and lips pursed, the pink tip of her tongue darting out to wet them. "Probably. If I have anythin' t'say 'bout it, anyways. So, s'a deal?"

* The location wasn't exactly the most romantic. Sweat and spark and motor oil and assorted cursing and yelling... But there really was nothing romantic about their little deal in the first place. The way she pressed against his body, switching to seductive as easily as she switched to battle-field goddess... Amadi grinned. "I'll take your word for it." He said. He couldn't exactly abandon his job completely, but he could find them a place for sure... He took her wrist in one strong hand and guided her to the far end of the hanger. There were multiple supply rooms around, each having a slightly different assortment of tools and pieces for every occasion. Maybe somebody would come in, maybe not. But it was the best option they had for being subtle. He guided her into the room.

Low ceilings, lots of storage shelves against walls and crates stacked up. He pulled her aside behind a large wall-like assortment of crates. It was just out-of-the-way enough that somebody would have to walk around the crates to see them, so they were relatively hidden. As long as they both stayed quiet, that is. Amadi pressed her up against the wall, one hand sliding down her side and settling on her hip. He grinned at her, dark brown eyes mischievously alight. "So..." He muttered, leaning closer. One hand on her hip, he brought the other up to her cheek. He wasn't as rough as a grunt would be- not yet at least. Amadi briefly wondered if he was the first mechanic she'd had some fun with...

* The enticing ace looked about at the surroudings she'd be dragged off to - cramped, a little dark, not entirely private but far enough out of the way that they'd probably be safe. Probably. Close enough, anyways. She exhaled sharply as her momentary lover's hard body pinned her against the coolness of the piecemeal wall, then eagerly rolled back against him, pushing off the flat surface with her shoulders and elbows to keep up that tight contact. "So," she grinned right back, rubbing her cheek up against the palm cupping her face as she did. "S'pose this means I owe y' one blowjob, Roux. Y'like th' thought o' that, huh? Ansa Maijala, Second Squadron ace, slobbin yer knob like a greedy lil' slut?" Pushing off with her feet, she craned up towards Amadi, bringing their lips nearly close enough to kiss...

"Well, lemme tell y'somethin, gearie," Maijala breathily exhaled against him, swaying her hips into his grasp. "I am a huge fuckin' slut, an' I'm pretty partial t'th' taste o' dick, too." For a moment, it seemed like the platinum-blonde would dip forward to close that last little paper-thin distance between them... but, instead, she began wriggling downward, trailing her hands over his chest as the brash pilot settled upon her knees. "Lessee whatcha got for me to work with 'ere..." she hummed as she tugged at his belt with her teeth, loosening leather and yanking zippers without the slightest aid of her hands. They, after all, were far too happy kneading his midriff...

* Stark metal pre-fab walls weren't exactly a lavish bedroom or anything similar... But when on base, you had to work with what you had. And in this case, Amadi had a hot ace pilot on her knees before him. He reached down, one hand on her platinum hair, stroking it slightly as she so talentedly worked his pants with her teeth. Amadi hadn't had a moment like this in ages. The gearhead didn't get a lot of time to go out and get laid... Ansa might be in for more than she bargained for. "Mm, you really get to the point, don't you? Guess I should expect that from a soldier." He said. Ansa quickly found out what kind of equipment she was dealing with, at least. As she pulled at his pants, his cock was finally let free, half-hard already from her teasing and his anticipation. He was big- really big, especially for only being half hard. It flopped out of his partially pulled down pants and slapped her right on the forehead, the dark, heavy prick resting there against her pale face. He looked down at the view and grinned. "Within acceptable measurements, I hope. I wouldn't want to disappoint the mighty Ansa Maijala." Amadi muttered.

* "I'm 'ere t'fuck, gearie, not have a Goddamn maidenly courtship," hissed the kneeling mecha jockey in between plucking at various fasteners keeping her away from her prize. "S'not some fuckin' grand romance. Been a bad day, I need t'unwind a lil', an', mmf, you fit th' bill, so... ah-ha!" That last little tug finally released his zipper... and then, of all the sounds Ansa Maijala could have made, she squealed, schoolgirl-like, as that fat goddamned prick sprung out of its prison to smack its heated length against her face.

"Mother o' God," exhaled the flightsuit-clad woman as she gazed upward at Amadi, only one eye of hers visible around his semi-erect shaft in that exquisite balance of black and white. "Technician, where th' fuck were you hidin' a weapon like this?" Oh yes, the enthusiasm in her voice was obvious - as was the sheer, unadulterated lust that caused her breath to come just a little bit more heavily. "God damn, look at this thing." Her hands pulled down from his midsection to firmly grasp the hefty dick, her gloves slightly slick to the touch as she moved Roux's manhood this way and that, drinking in its dimensions. "Might want this more places than just m' mouth..." Maijala cooed, but that didn't keep her from peppering the underside of that bulky rod with little sloppy kisses, starting right at the junction of scrotum and shaft before working her way upward. She cradled the entire thing with her fingertips, holding it in place while still giving herself enough room to maneuver - and giving the mechanic ample opportunity to see the disproportionate size of his cock compared to the ace's head.

* How much of that could she fit in her mouth? Amadi was eager to see her put her skills to the test. As she toyed with his thick cock, kissing it and paying much needed attention to it, it quickly hardened in her hands. At full size, two hands on the dick was highly recommended, if not required. He quickly became hard as a rock, his cock solid against her face. "I'll put it wherever you want... But one step at a time, Maijala." He grinned. He played passive for a while, watching her play with his cock and kiss it all over, peppering it with brief graces with her lips. Then he decided to get a bit more brave. He gently gripped the base of his shaft and pulled his cock away from Ansa's lips briefly. Then he let it fall, slapping Ansa on the forehead again. A drip of pre-cum fell to her forehead, leaving a sticky pearl of fluid on her pale skin. He lifted his cock again, then lowered it right in front of her lips, staring her down like the barrel of a hefty cannon. To anybody else, it would be intimidating. Amadi placed his other hand on her head and pulled her closer, pressing his tip against her lips insistently. Just enough to tell her that he wanted a bit more than kisses. No need to rush things, but he couldn't pass up this occasion by just being a passive participant for the whole time. For one more little hammering tease, Amadi grinned down at her and said: "I'm not sure it'll fit..."

* Confronted with the full size of Amadi's imposing prick, Ansa could only... grin wickedly, like the cat that had just caught the canary. A heated murmur met the smack of that turgid flesh against her forehead, and she reflexively pursued its girth with her lips, peppering it with more firm-brushing kisses and tiny little flicks of the tongue. Bit by bit, she painted an ever-growing swath of his shaft with her spit... until, suddenly, she found it shoved right against her mouth. Tauntingly, she clamped her lips shut, refusing any further progress, but when the technician insinuated that it couldn't fit, her eyes brightly flared with wounded pride. "Like fuckin' hell it won't!" she bristled, hackles up, before she furrowed her brow in intense concentration. Her grip reasserted itself upon his cock, swatting at his hands to tell them get the hell out of the way, and for a moment Maijala paused, staring down the thick, chocolate-coloured rod right before her.

With a murmur of "sucked bigger..." her breath tickled against the foreskin-covered tip of his dick, and then, opening her mouth wide with an "aaaahn~", she engulfed his glans entirely. No gentle ingress, this: the pilot's pillowy lips simply clamped down assertively around the flared ridge of his cockhead, immediately sucking firmly in her furnace-like mouth. Her deft tongue immediately moved to tease the smooth skin of his tip itself, slickly sliding itself in between foreskin and flesh, and she worked her eager oral muscle in tight circles, slowly peeling back that sleeve-skin. A triumphant murmur rolled in her throat, and she followed up with another firm suck, cheeks visibly dimpling at the vacuum.

* She successfully batted his hands away. He made sure they were clear of his cock while Ansa rose up to the challenge. Amadi groaned softly as she managed to take his cockhead into her hot, wet mouth. The mechanic was already in bliss. It had been way too long since he'd been blown. And he'd never been blown by a woman this ferocious before. He was eager to see just what was in store for him. He looked down at her, meeting her intense violet eyes. "Pretty good... Guess you do get a lot of practice." He said playfully. His heavy shaft looked incredibly lewd with Ansa's mouth on it. Her pale face contrasting beautifully with his oh-so dark cock. He sighed contently, enjoying all the sensations of her intense sucking and swirling tongue, pressing between foreskin and his glans... As she peeled back the sleeve around his cockhead, he put his hand on top of her head again. "Think you can take some more?" He asked tauntingly, pulling a bit on her head to urge a another inch (or fraction thereof) into her mouth. He was playing with fire right now... But he had a good feeling about Ansa.

* "Mhahhhh...mmmmh." The salty tang of sweat, mixed with that earthy musk that she so identified with maleness, flooded Ansa's tastebuds as she suckled away, and she made little secret of her enjoyment of this development, thoroughly slathering his dusky cockhead with her tongue amidst the tight, slurp-laden suction she inflicted upon him. Silver eyebrows wagged salaciously at the mention of 'lots of practice', and another bout of smug laughter rumbled in her throat, sending vibrations through her tongue right to his meaty prick. Oh, but the bastard wanted more, did he?

Once again their eyes met, and the pilot cocked her head slightly at his query, now wearing an expression bordering on the incredulously dismissive... at least, as much as a woman can do so as her lips are splayed out in an obscene O-shaped ring around throbbing ebony dick. An audible gulp bubbled in her throat, and she rocked her head forward aggressively, as if bucking against the contact of his hand - effortlessly she took several more inches, her tongue slipping wetly along the underside of his shaft, but when his cockhead smacked against her tonsils, there was a muffled "ghhk~!" and gurgle. Still, she kept her eyes squarely upon his, practically daring the mechanic to watch the ace at work... and, inhaling deeply through her nose, she pushed forward once again, forcing his fat glans into the snug passage of her throat.

She could feel the stretch there, the strain; it didn't stop her from focusing on steady breathing and slow progress, incrementally gobbling down a little more of that delicious prick, a little more. The bulge of his bloated manhood in her throat was plainly visible, and finally, her nose nestled lightly against his pubic mound, chin pressing against his balls and a look of pure victory in her unbroken gaze.

* God, this was so lewd. In this little space, barely hidden in the supply room. Fluorescent lights overhead blaring down on the pair. Black and white, soldier and mechanic, taking a little break from work. Stress relief was very important in the military, studies showed. Amadi watched Ansa take inch by inch into her mouth bravely. Against all odds she took every last inch of him into her mouth. He stared down at her, mouth agape. "Holy fuck..." He muttered softly. His cock throbbed and flexed inside of her mouth. His cock pressed into her tight throat, snug there for the time being. Amadi's expression was one of mixed bliss and amazement. He couldn't believe the slutty pilot managed it!

Suddenly, he heard the supply room door open and footsteps on the cold metal flooring. He froze for a moment, then acted quickly. He placed both hands on Ansa's head and held her on his cock, she had managed this so far, she could manage this for a few more seconds... Hopefully. It was probably some peon looking for a fresh set of pliers of something... He listened as the footsteps came closer and closer, his grip on Ansa's head tightening slightly, holding her down on his massive cock. He bit his lower lip, as if he was keeping himself quiet too. There was a pause, then the footsteps went off and the door opened again. He heard the visitor leave and they were alone again. He released Ansa's head, letting her off of his cock to get a breath of air. "Fuck- that was close." He chuckled, looking down at her with an expression that asked 'you okay?'

* Beneath the smug self-satisfaction of her salacious success, Ansa allowed herself to take in quick inhalations through her nose, struggling for precious air. She'd sucked bigger, sure... but she didn't usually make a habit of shoving them into her throat like this. Ah, but his heady flavour permeated her tastebuds, and the scent of his crotch filled her sinuses utterly; the world felt narrowed down to her and that majestic cock wedged in her gullet, leaving it achingly stretched... and her own loins, still nestled beneath her synthetic apparel, utterly dripping. Just as she began to pull her head back, however, she suddenly found herself pinned in place, hands in her hair holding her demandingly in place - well, it was that kind of game, was it?

Immediately Maijala began to flex her throat, gulping and swallowing motions causing the supple passageway to ripple about its hulking intruder, and her palms shifted to cup his equally hefty balls, kneading them gently with slow rolling motions. She couldn't move, yes, but her tongue could still coil and caress the base of his prick as she gargled away at it. Her blood thumping in her temples, she heard none of that intruder, and so Amadi's subsequent statement was interpreted in an entirely different light. She glanced up at him at the retreat of those hard-worn palms, pale features flushed, and then... let go of his testes to instead grasp his hands and bring them back to her head, celebrating the renewed contact with a sloppy, squelch-laden bob of her head.

* Ansa really made it hard for Amadi to keep quiet. He managed not to make any noises until the intruder was gone. Ansa was very, very good at what she did. On the battlefield and off of it. The way her hands worked his balls, her throat and tongue doing everything they could to pleasure him. "Fuck, you're too good at this..." He groaned softly, as he released her head, only to find his hands placed back there immediately. He blinked, looking down at her, slightly surprised. So she wanted it like that, huh? He could definitely give it to her. He smirked at her, his chest rising and falling with steady breaths. He pushed her back slightly, pulling her mouth almost completely off of his cock, then he pulled her back onto him, pressing those inches back into her welcoming mouth. He thrust his hips slightly to meet her mouth, the two almost colliding as he pressed his hard, thick shaft into her throat again. He grunted softly, then repeated the process. Pulling her back and forth on his cock as he steadily started to fuck her mouth. She could easily tell he was holding back, not wanting to accidentally hurt her. He figured he'd be a dead man if he did that.

* Annoyance flittered across the facefucked ace's features with each new pump - groans of satisfaction rolled in her gullet as it strained to accept the throbbing invader, yes, and she rolled her lips back over her teeth to make the slick friction even easier, but still, she looked frustrated. Finally she could take no more, and one of her hands snaked around behind Roux to roughly smack his ass just as her other braced itself against his Adonis belt, forcing an end to his motions. Her grip then shifted to his hips, seizing upon them aggressively, her grasp tight, and then she drew her head back slowly, tongue tracing the veins of his swollen dick, stopping her retreat when only the faintest tip of his throbbing cockhead still remained between her pursed lips... and then she shoved her head forward. Hard. A strangled-sounding gasp burst out of her, trailing off into a stymied hiss, but it did not stop her forehead from smacking against his firm abs as she took the entire length in her throat with authority, nor did it stop her from furiously rocking up and down his manhood several more times, the motions sharp and forceful, her hair flying every which way. Her face was even more red than before, and tears beaded at the corners of her eyes, but after the fifth or six self-inflicted gullet-pummeling, she shifted her head beneath his hands before pausing, greedy gulps rippling around his cockhead as it remained nestled firmly in her airway. Then Ansa nodded slightly, giving Amadi the go-ahead to resume... without holding back.

* Amadi grunted and groaned as she really showed him what she could handle. Despite her prideful actions, he couldn't help but pump his hips, thrusting into her mouth even as she tried to do it all on her own. Pre-cum practically poured onto her tongue and down her throat. He was getting close to climax... And that look she gave him told him everything he needed to know. She wanted it without holding back? Well, he'd give it to her. A last round of facefucking and then he'd give her what she was probably hoping for: a thick load of cum. He gripped her head again and pushed her back slowly, until her lips were just gracing her tip... Then he pulled her down on his cock suddenly and forcefully, pushing his hips forward to meet her mouth in a harsh collision. He throat practically speared her tight throat, filling her. Amadi stared down at her, his eyes glazed with lust as her mercilessly facefucked the ace pilot. She could feel his throbbing dick, hot and hard in her mouth, pushing in and out constantly. One could just imagine how hard Amadi could fuck a gal...

"Fuck- Here it comes." Amadi grunted. A few more thrusts, his balls slapping against her chin from the sheer momentum of his facefucking. Then he went over his limit, one more thrust, two more thrusts... Then he pulled back, only his cockhead in her mouth. He came, a thick and copious load of potent cum splashing out directly onto her tongue. Spurt after spurt, painting her mouth white with Amadi's cum. The taste and scent were powerful and full. Amadi gasped harshly as he came, cock flexing in her mouth, pushing out globs of cum... The last bits dribbled out onto her tongue, like a fleeting goodbye kiss. Nothing compared to the rest of the load that had just filled her mouth.

* It had taken this long, but finally it seemed that Ansa had gotten through to Roux that she wasn't your usual little porcelain doll to be handled gently - she was a soldier, a pilot, and she demanded to be handled without the kid gloves. So when he began fucking her throat in earnest, pelvis cracking against jaw with such raw force that it made her neck creak, her teeth ache, and her shoulders throb, she could finally let go and moan wantonly around his prick, slavishly worshipping it with her own spit-dribbling counter-suction and energetic tongue-writhing. When he wound up for another punishing pump, she lunged forward to meet it halfway, revelling in the way the strain made her airway burn... and her still-covered cunt throb. This was what she wanted: something she'd feel the next day, something that pushed her to her limits. It wasn't piloting, but it was the next-best thing, and she showed her appreciation for it by practically worshipping that savage shaft as it had its way with her mouth.

Amadi's final warning made Maijala's eyes light up, and she wriggled in her kneeling position, eager like a dog promised a treat. She took his last few piston-pounds smoothly, her throat a perfect sleeve for him, and when he finally wrenched himself out of the passage it provided, she tilted her head oh-so-slightly and ensured their eyes met. "Ahhhhm~" she murmured around that pulsing prick, shamelessly purring... and when that first splash splayed across her tongue, she wantonly groaned in satisfaction, her throat bobbing and gulping to swallow down the mechanic's thick cream as it gushed out. Her tongue briskly lashed and kneaded his frenulum and her hands returned to his balls, squeezing and coaxing more of that thick semen to coat her mouth and tongue in his heady flavour; every heavy spurt was swallowed greedily, its heat pooling in the pit of her stomach and making her entire body tingle.

When the last little dribbles ran out across her tongue, Ansa practically tore herself off the shaft and, painting at her face, furiously pumped the spit-soaked thing with one hand, the other still rolling his testes; she nuzzled the corona of his glans and ground her nose against the thick veins tracing along the bottom of his erection, trying to coax out more onto her deeply flushed face. "Paint me," she breathlessly sighed, fist jerking with punising pressure...

* Amazingly, Ansa managed to make Amadi's knees shake. He hadn't expected her to keep working him so furiously, trying to coax out as much of his saved-up load as possible. Her hands completed their goal, at least partially. His cock pulled out of her mouth, spit-slick and aimed at her face. She managed to earn another three spurts of thick, white cum. Sticky strings hitting her lips, her cheek, a glob of cum hanging off of her nose... Another painted her chin. Then he was spent for this round. Amadi was gasping for breath, his cock oh so overstimulated now as Ansa kept working him. He took a step backwards, his strong back gracing the wall of heavy metal crates behind him. "Fuck me..." He gasped. Even though he had just cum what couldn't be called anything less than a huge load, his cock was still half hard. More endurance than your average grunt, that was for sure. A bit of cum dripped from his ebony tip, threatening to break free and hit the floor at any moment. Amadi looked at Ansa and her painted face. He had filled her mouth and splattered her face with cum. Her sense were probably completely filled with his cum. The slutty pilot looked like she loved every moment. Who wouldn't, after all?

* The spurts of spunk that smeared across her face filled the pilot with a whorish pride - this, her faceful of cum, was the badge of a job well done. She sighed happily at the warm, sticky sensation spurting over her features, and, finally letting go of him, she raised her hands to smear the gooey stuff about, daubing herself with his pearly white seed like it was war paint. A dragged little streak here, a few slathered lines there; its whiteness blended in with her alabaster skin, only emphasizing the glossiness left in its slick wake. As Amadi retreated, she spotted that gob of semen that still clung to his shaft, and she practically lunged forward to lap it up with her tongue-tip, carefully tracing its entire route - along his shaft right to his very tip - to make sure she hadn't missed anything.

Then she began to... nuzzle that half-flagging prick of his.

Yes indeed, in a true show of shamelessness, she cradled the partly-spent erection on her hands and began to rub her cheek against it, a pleased little murmur lilting out of her as she did. That heat, that texture... she didn't want to be parted from it for a second. Even if it did mean further soaking her face in frothy drool and steaming spunk, she lavishly pressed every inch of her face against the thing, occasionally peppering his sac with soft kisses as that dark brown rod dragged across her flushed white skin. "Shahhhhh... s'a nice start," Ansa finally exhaled, her voice audibly raspy from exertion.

* "A v-very nice start..." He muttered in reply, squirming just slightly where he stood as she continued to lavish his cock with attention. This woman was relentless! Amadi noted that he should really repair her mech more often... He reached down and stroked her hair, gentle again for the time being. With his other hand he gripped the base of his cock and slapped Ansa's cum-smeared cheek playfully. The half-mast cock hitting her cheek lewdly, the dark shaft heavy as ever. "I could think of some things for round two, if you're interested..." Amadi muttered. He could think of a lot of things, that was for sure. But at the top of the last was to claim Ansa Maijala's ass. God, what an experience that would be. A mattress would be ideal for that, but he could make do elsewhere. He set his cock onto her forehead again, the massive rod resting against her face for the time being. He grinned down at her, clearly enjoying everything about this experience.

* The lazy cock-swat against the pilot's cheek made her grunt quietly, and she broke out into a cocky grin, utterly unfazed by the completely sordid state of her appearance. Wrapping her hand about his, she swung his prick about again to strike her other cheek, the impact punctuated by a squelch as more of their mixed merry mess splattered about. "I'd, mmmf, better fuckin' hope y've got some dirty lil' plans," Ansa huffed with her still-scratchy voice - the rough throatfucking clearly had taken its toll on her vocal chords, even if she wasn't about to admit that herself. "An' they Goddamn well better involve screwin' me 'till I can't walk straight, 'cause I'm practically swimmin' in m'fuckin' flight suit after that, y'fat-fucksticked bastard." The last bit of invective was delivered playfully rather than accusingly, and, with that swollen prick resting against her brow, she once again took the opportunity to tilt her head upward, dragging her tongue along its partly-stiff underside.

"Don't even care where, gearie," Ansa continued in her throaty growl, batting at his frenulum with her tongue-tip in between words. "Any fuckin' hole y'like, long as y'slam it hard. Bet you'd fit real nice in m'soppin' cunt right now, eh?" She paused for a moment, then winked around the hefty shaft, amethyst gaze dancing. "Or you an ass man, Roux? Y'like stretchin' snug lil' puckers out with this massive prick o' yours? 'Cause I fuckin' love it in m'six. Only time I'll let anybody on it. Hell, pound m'throat 'gain if y'like; I ain't gonna say no..." As if to reinforce that statement, she slid her head down to take part of his testes between her lips and gave it another soft suckle, tongue rolling the heavy flesh.

* Amadi grinned down at her, his cock twitched with every lustful ministration from the slutty pilot. He'd make up for the missed work later, right now was too good to leave on. He had enough stamina for at least a round two... He reached down and pulled Ansa up to her feet, the cum-covered ace pilot standing before him with that nearly wild look in her eyes. "I couldn't turn down an offer like that." Amadi grinned. His hands slid down to her hips and grasped them firmly. They paused there, then dropped lower and found their home firmly on her behind. He squeezed her ass through her flight suit, the flexible military-grade material yielding beneath his strong fingers. "I think your ass will do just fine..." He muttered, smirking. Amadi pushed Ansa up against the cool metal wall, pressing her back against it. His hands were trapped between wall and rear as they groped her. He had no problems with his position at all.

His cock was hard again and it prodded Ansa's front, smearing spit and pre-cum on her suit. "Now let's get this off of you." He said, pulling one hand from her ass and finding the zipper of her suit. He started to pull it down slowly- too slowly for anyone that might have a tinge of impatience. It almost seemed like Amadi was just playing with her, teasingly opening up that flight suit at a dreadfully slow pace. His brown eyes glinted tauntingly at her.

* "Fuck yes," groaned the platinum-blonde at both Amadi's declaration of choice and his strong-handed groping. Even through the flight suit, her rear was firm and tight, its feminine roundness and thin layer of soft plushness not enough to fully conceal its taut athleticism. A touch unsteady on her feet after kneeling, she leaned back against the wall and began to roll her hips to and fro, alternating between grinding her smooth-covered crotch against the mechanic's straining dick and rocking her derriere back against his kneading hand. "Y'know jus' how t'cheer a girl's day up, Roux." Her own hands moved to help with the disrobing - loosening clasps here and strapping there, annoyed little tsks and clicks of the tongue marking the moments when a particular buckle or snap proved stubborn.

"God, I hate gettin' this whorin' thing off," Ansa grumbled while loosening one of the protective hardplates situated on her lower back, and then she fixed her momentary lover with an equally frustrated glare. "Christ, s'ain't your goddamn wedding night, bastard; hurry th' fuck up!" Still, even the lazy peeling-away of her zipper exposed sweat-soaked flesh beneath, pale and smooth; as it dipped beneath her chest she gasped as her packed-in bust practically sprung out of the suit, leaving her surprisingly generous - and bra-free - breasts jutting out into the heated air. More than a heavy handful, pink nipples capped the shapely cleavage, marred only by... a trio of tail numbers tattooed over her heart in small-set black block text.

* He kept pressing her against the wall, his strong frame betrayed how gentle and teasing he could be. He knew Ansa was ready and waiting for the action, but he couldn't help teasing the eager pilot with some slow undressing. Once her tits popped out, Amadi let his fingers fall from her zipper and placed his palm on one of those heavy breasts. He half wondered how she fit those things into that flight suit, but he wasn't complaining. He squeezed one of her breasts, rolled his fingers over a pink nipple, pinched it briefly... Then he stepped away, his hands retreating from her body. Amadi tossed his jacket off and pulled his shirt up over his head, then dropped it on the floor. He didn't need clothes, and Ansa could use some eye candy too.

Amadi's body was, in a word, jacked. Not the scrawny, lanky, skeletal and seemingly anemic types that mostly worked on the mechs. Amadi was a fine specimen of a man. Now exposed, he stepped forward again and returned to feeling up his afternoon lover. His hands alternating between her breasts and her ass, squeezing, kneading, pinching. Every touch a different technique, trying to see what kind of reactions she'd have. Then he returned to the damnable zipper and pulled it down in one quick motion. The flightsuit was completely open, forming a V of exposed flesh that ended just before her pussy. A shame, though that wasn't the hole he was here for. "I think you've waited long enough, Ansa. How'd you say you wanted it?" He said, grinning.

* The stimulation of her hitherto-confined chest earned some small gasps and wriggling little murmurs from Ansa, and she arched her shoulders forward into the attention. Given that those rose-hued nubs were already furiously firm - how fortunate that her flight suit concealed such details! - all that remained was for her to indulge in the sensation, eyes half-lidding as she continued to fight with various bits of the outfit. When Amadi stepped away, she didn't stop in her efforts, but she certainly did crack one eyelid open to watch him disrobe... and whistled appreciatively at what she saw, her tongue darting out to lick at her lips. "Very nice, gearie," purred the pilot, her legs partially spread and her crotch obscenely jutting out from the wall in a shameless show of wanton need. "Hope y'know whatcha doin' with all that, eh? 'Cause s'a real nice show, but it'd be a damn shame if s'all f' looks." Well, she had a good feeling about that, at least...

When the mechanic stepped back in, Maijala freed up one hand from fighting with her flight suit to instead trace the rock-hard contours of his musculature, squeezing and stroking that powerful frame. His own attentions elicited mixed retorts: quiet sighs and 'mm's from the attention to her bust; throatier groans and purrs whenever things moved around to her backside. A huff of "Finally!" met the yank-down of her zipper, leaving her toned midriff exposed - a thin layer of softness tightly wrapped over clearly-defined abs and solidly-built, made-for-use hips. Although the end of the zipper stopped just short of exposing her sex itself, the glistening sheen of feminine arousal - never mind the heady scent - became all the more obvious the further down the zipper went, and by the time it terminated, her mostly-bare mound was visibly smeared with the stuff... and the ridiculous little heart-shaped patch of silver fur that remained was no less damp. "Ahhn, fuck, y'cunt," she groused at the continued bit of teasing, then pointedly shoved him back with a forceful, two-handed push. After all, she needed the room...

Pulling herself upright against the wall, she fixed burning eyes on the powerfully-built technician before sharply spinning on one heel, presenting her back to him. With much of the plating removed, the little wrinkles in the material kept it from being so skintight over her body, but it still did nothing to conceal the noteworthy swell of her hips... or the lavish curve of her ass, high and proud. She rolled her shoulders and grasped one side of the unzipped suit, peeling an arm out of the glovelike outfit; the other side soon followed, allowing the snug material to fall away from her upper body and pool around her hips. Shoulders and back were no less athletic than her midriff: clean lines and visible muscle, the body of a soldier well-accustomed to exertion. She jutted her hips rearward, brazenly presenting her rump as she braced her cheek against the cold stamped-metal wall, then, hooking her thumbs underneath her uniform, she peeled downward, exposing that enticing rear of hers by degrees.

Just as pale as the rest of her, it too glistened with sweat as it visibly bulged out from the rolled-down lip of the uniform. It was full, that there was no denying: generously rounded and proportionally large on her solid frame, it still retained the visible firmness hinted at through the skintight suit, just begging to be groped or squeezed... or smacked. A deep cleft partitioned her cheeks, hiding his target from plain sight, and she continued to tug the material down, less out of intentional slowness and more out of its sheer tightness of fit. Beneath that reamable rear, tight thighs emerged - and a visibly sopping slit, flushed with blood and slippery. Indeed, the slick mess was all over her thighs and even smeared across the lower part of her backside, plain testament to what she had said about 'swimming in her suit.' The rest of the glove slid down and pooled around her still-fastened boots, and, giving her ass a side-to-side sway, she grabbed one glute then the other, fingertips slipping into that crack of hers before brazenly pulling the two cheeks apart to expose... that small, wrinkled ring of her asshole, enticingly pink, cinched tight but with a small gap in the middle that suggested at some experience with this particular pleasure.

"Fuck. Me. In. My. Ass. Hard." she stated demandingly, one eye glancing over her shoulder at the man.

* He watched her squirm out of that tight suit. Form fitting was good in the cockpit, but slipping out of it in preparation for plain old cock... That was a little more difficult. Amadi smirked, admiring her body and how damn wet she was. It seemed combat had a way of igniting something within the hot soldier. Or maybe she was just always like this. Whatever the case, Amadi was eager to continue this tryst. He stepped forward and gave her rear a quick slap. Then he paused to admire the view as she spread herself for him, exposing all of herself to him. He grinned, teeth shining white. The mechanic knelt behind the woman's behind and spit onto that tight, though seemingly experience hole. A bit more lubricant always made things easier... That with some good old fashioned force would assuredly give her a good time. He stood again and pressed against her, the underside of his heavy cock resting against the spread crack of her rear. She could feel the heat of his member, throbbing and as ready as she was. But Amadi didn't rush. He held the base of his cock in one hand, he spit on his other, then he pressed a finger against that tight, spit-slick hole. With some pressure it yielded before him, but he didn't really go for it. He pulled away, content to just rub that tight ring with his fingertips teasingly.

It almost seemed like Amadi was more interested in teasing that tush instead of trying his hardest to please the demanding soldier. But any and all doubts were quickly washed away as he leveled his cock at her tightest hole. That meaty tip pressed against her, tempting entrance. Amadi almost looked entranced while he stared at the prize he was about to claim... Then he stopped dawdling. He pressed forward, not quite gently, but not too roughly. He pressed every inch of that thick, black cock into Ansa's ass, his hips firmly pressing against her rear at the end of his steady thrust. He grunted, her tightness surrounding him. She was really tight! Or maybe his cock was just a bit too big for what she usually went for. He wasn't complaining either way. "Alright, I'll give it to you hard..." He said softly... Then that softness disappeared like sparks and smoke, gone and replaced with a passionate fire. He pulled out partway and slammed forward, all at once burying his cock back into her ass and shoving her firmly against the wall. His hands held her hips as she started to pound away forcefully. The shelves around them trembled slightly, rocking with the force of Ansa being fucked against the stark wall before them. Amadi gritted his teeth and grunted bestially as he slammed into Ansa, giving her everything she wanted and hopefully a bit more.

* The slap, as brisk as it was, caused the pilot's backside to redden, and she rocked up on the balls of her feet to give her butt a good bounce. She still held herself wide open, wiggling enticingly to beg in all the ways she would never verbally do. Oh, that cool moisture of his spit, the fire and thickness of his shaft against her... yes. Yes. "Hahhhh... what're y'waitin' for?" Ansa growled, breathing coming slow and steady. The impatience only grew worse as he opted instead to toy with her entrance - it twitched at the contact, reflexively clenching up before deep breaths forced it to relax and dilate. It was open and welcoming, she was open and welcoming... and still that son-of-a-bitch mechanic was fucking around! "I swear t'God an' m'baby, Roux, if y'don't hurry th' Hell up--" she began, only to stop as she finally - finally! - felt the press of his cockhead against her eager sphincter. Ansa Maijala had a whole new appreciation of just how big it was.

"...C'mon," taunted the ace, and within moments, she had what she wanted: pressure, straining, stretching, resistance. A sharp hiss raked out of her lips through clenched teeth, the snug band of her asshole fighting against the oversized intruder, but still she held herself wide, and still she forced herself to exhale heavily, right up from the pit of her stomach. Just like when pulling hard Gs... "Nngh... y-yeah, s'more like it..." There was no hiding it in her voice: the feisty hotshot was mewling, sweat beading on her brow from the strain. Amadi's cock was thick, thicker than she was used to, but she could take it. Even as her ring coiled tight around his prick, her heated innards rippled and clung to the meaty implement, cloyingly warm. When, finally, his pelvis rested against her splayed-out cheeks, she let go of her rear and instead put her hands upon the wall, releasing a wheezing little sigh. "Hnnnh... hah, n-no problem," she declared in that throaty voice of hers, glancing over her shoulder once again with a self-satisfied grin.

Then he really started moving, and her fevered screech of "FUCK!" reverberated through the entire storage shed.

* He leaned forward, leaning his weight into every pounding thrust. "You should quiet down- unless you want the rest of my team to hear you." He grunted, his voice barely audible over the pounding slaps of flesh on flesh. His grip on her hips was strong- it felt like he could move the athletic woman around like a ragdoll if he wanted to. But all of Amadi's strength and attention was focused on fucking her just as she requested. A few tools fell from a nearby shelf, falling to the floor with a loud cacophony of clattering. Amadi was caring less and less about getting caught. The sheer pleasure of fucking Ansa's ass was nearly driving him mad. His fingers dug into her smooth, feminine skin. His cock slammed in and out of her over and over again, like a cartridge sliding into a well-lubed chamber. Nothing really beat the feeling. Amadi panted softly, but he could easily keep up with this pace. He fucked her like it was his last day on earth- or like he didn't want her to walk for the next few days. Maybe both were entirely true. But Amadi had a feeling Ansa wouldn't be the slightest bit angry about this pace and force. But if she kept making noise, his team was bound to check out the disturbance... And maybe some security officers, too.

* The ace's experience, obvious from the way she could actually handle this pace of rutting so quick off the bat, did precious little to offset the sheer physical mismatch of taut, snug hole versus hefty, thickset fuckstick. She could do all the trick breathing in the world she wanted; geometry still imposed its rule, making for a friction-laden mess of an assfuck. Yes, his cock was slathered in spit and spunk, and yes, some of her own arousal had trickled back over that hole within her suit, but her pucker remained damnably viselike, and clung furiously to every bulge and swell in that hard-pounding prick. God, but she could feel it all inside of her, right from her overstrained entrance right into the pit of her stomach, and every hard slam reverberated through her entire lower body, making her hips feel like jelly.

One of Ansa's bracing hands collapsed from the furious back-and-forth motion, and, her elbow slamming into the sheet metal, she bit down on her forearm, drool trickling out of the corners of her mouth all the same. The timing was fortuitous, since right after doing so she howled again, entire spine arching like a strung bow - and only the muffling provided by her limb kept it from echoing across the entire damned hangar. None of this kept her from aggressively rocking her pelvis back against his thrusts, however, nor did it do anything to stem the steady waterfall of arousal that downright gushed along the insides of her thighs to puddle within her mostly-removed flightsuit and the ground below them...

* It was really quite something, the way Ansa practically melted from his efforts. Her hole squeezed around his thick shaft, trying to milk it of everything he had. He tried to push her even more, fucking her even harder and faster for a few seconds. His sprinter's burst of effort and speed rocked her body like an unsteady mech. He slapped her ass again, once, twice, three times. Over and over, leaving a harsh red mark on her right ass cheek. Then Amadi suddenly slowed down. He returned that hand to her hip and slowed his pace, slower than it was even originally. She could still easily feel the power behind his hips, but he wasn't using it all, wasn't going rapid fire on her derriere anymore. His hips barely made a slapping sound against her ass as he fucked it. It was faster than gentle and romantic, but likely much slower than she wanted. He moved his hands back, placing them on her ass and groping her as he pushed his cock in and out of her. He pulled her back into each steady, forceful thrust. Every movement was deliberate and felt that way, too. His cock flexed inside of her, pressing her tight walls. Every reaction his cock gave strained against her squeezing walls. He could feel every bit of her, she was so tight. Fitting him like a glove two sizes too small.

* The rapid-fire sawing inside her gut caused Ansa's legs to tremble, her knees to buckle - just like she wanted it. She was biting her forearm hard enough to draw blood, and the other hand clawed furiously at the flimsy metal panelling, the her nails rasping over the rough-rolled surface. "Fhhk! YHH!" she groaned again, slamming against the wall with each thrust only to shove back against it to meet him halfway: all the way down, an eager partner in her own defilement, the raw-rubbed ring of her ass prickling in an exquisite pain that caused her neglected pussy to spasm in delight and her clit to throb perilously. Those brutal slaps only spurred her on more, each strike getting a muffled yelp and a doubly-enthusiastic shove backwards upon him until it was hard to tell exactly whom was fucking whom. She felt like she was boiling inside, her nerves prickled needily, and she felt so full, so fucked...

It was everything she needed to get off - and quicklike.

Suffice to say, then, the sudden shift towards slowness was met with frustrated counter-rocks first and then unhappy mewling from the woman, who attempted to keep the pace up all by herself. The flexing inside was good, and the continued firmness was enjoyable, but the friction was lacking, and she grumbled discontentedly. Reaching back from the wall, she grabbed his hip and tugged Amadi forward, pushing her ass up against him as she did; at the same time she raised her head up from her forearm, saliva and faint trickles of blood dribbling down her face in equal measure. "Fhahhh... wh-why're you, mmmh, takin' it easy...? M'not gonna, ooh... break... 'cept in all th' good ways, y'fucker..."

* "I just like watching you squirm." Amadi said, grinning as he slowly fucked her. Ansa Maijala was a tough, no fucking around kind of girl outside of this little tryst. Amadi was enjoying being able to tease her, to control the pace, to not have fear of facing Ansa's wrath. He'd heard all about how fierce she could be... He slammed into her suddenly, hilting himself inside of her, every inch of cock buried inside of her ass. He reached around her with one hand, his fingers gracing her sopping wet pussy. He rubbed his fingers up and down her slit, then paused and quickly rubbed her clit. She probably wasn't expecting an attack from this angle. The cock in her ass was a bigger concern, in many ways. As he played with her pussy, he started to fuck her again with real effort. Pulling back, his cock almost completely leaving that tight hole. Every inch of travel came reluctantly as her ass seemed to try to keep him in. Then he slammed forward, giving her what she wanted again. He returned to his previous breakneck pace. Short, heavy thrusts into her rear while his fingers rubbed and pressed against her sex. He'd make her cum, at least he hoped he would. He did all he could, setting aside his own thoughts of orgasm. This being round two made it so much easier to last longer, despite the pleasure jolting through his body with every thrust. "But I- Nnf- think I like seeing you like this- ah- more." He grunted as he slammed her.

* The admission - that the easing-up was solely for the sake of teasing her - put the ace's hackles up something fierce, and her shoulders clenched tightly, head dipping down as a furious hiss slipped past her teeth. "Y' fuckin' whore-pissin' cuntlick," snarled Ansa as forcibly drove herself back against Amadi again, the strike of her glutes against his waist reminiscent of a recriminating slap. "Stop dickin' round an' get back t'dickin-- ooh!" The deep-spearing thrust shut her up momentarily, words dying in her throat as a yelp replaced venom, and when those fingers found her thoroughly-drenched slit... It was hard to tell whether the resumed full-length ramming was what did it, or the momentary attention to her clit, but her pale, sweat-slicked body locked up like a seized servo, the lines and trails of her wiry muscles drawing taut for a second; around his cock, she clamped down like a vise, wrenching furiously. The inside of her gut rippled and spasmed, shivering sensation dancing all across her stretched-out inner walls, and, with a keening wail she only barely managed to smother by slamming her head against the wall and her mouth back against her arm, she came.

Maijala's legs shook furiously and her entire body dipped for a moment, that tight-wound tension inside her coming undone in a glorious burst of nerve-wracking delight. Delicious fire blossomed in the pit of her stomach before unwinding through her entire body in a wave, that sense of euphoria surging all the way from her fevered brain to her hard-straining toes as they still struggled to keep pushing her back against that incessant prick. Wetness gushed from her sex, practically spitting out upon the floor and her suit, and once again her forearm earned its keep, stifling the sound to just an ululating series of inarticulate whines that would be all-too-easily overlooked amidst the noise of the hangar. She shook and shivered as Roux's fat cock continued to hammer her ass, each impaling piston-pump causing starbursts behind her eyes all over again, but she didn't stop moving against him... and she certainly wasn't asking him to ease up, either.

* Triumph! Amadi was taken aback for a moment and almost was sent over the edge as her body suddenly clamped down around him for that blissful moment. His thrusts met tight resistance and only his slick cock and eager thrusting managed to win that battle. Ansa was doing a great job of muffling the sounds. Even Amadi's hips against her rear made more sound than she did. They were safe for the time being- safe from any intrusions at least. He kept fucking her, riding that ass towards his own inevitable climax. Now that he'd made her cum, he didn't have to even try to hold back anymore. He fucked her furiously, slamming into her over and over again like an amateur mechanic trying to fix something with only a hammer. Luckily for Amadi, in this situation, pounding on something over and over again really did work. His thick, heft cock plunged in and out of her, stretching her insides and leaving them oddly empty every time he pulled back. Over and over again, constant stimulation that elicited grunts and gruff groans from the dark skinned gearhead. "F-fuck!" He grunted, his cock seemed to swell inside of her, feeling even bigger for a few moments as his orgasm rapidly approached. He slammed into her once more, twice more, then hilted himself into her. His cock flexed and throbbed, his one hand on her hip gripped tightly. He came hard, another torrent of seed spilling out into Ansa. The hot, sticky stuff filled her tight hole, splattering her insides with white. Amadi groaned, his own body trembling as he pumped a copious load into her ass... What a way to spend a work break...

* The relentless hammering left Ansa's extremities feeling numb, and her thoughts swam deliriously, utterly co-opted by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her veins. She stung from the piston-pounding, and odds were good she'd be limping for days, but in the heat of the moment, all that mattered was that sensation of being bored out. He thrust, she stretched - she slammed right back against him, and again, she stretched. And each time her innards were forced to flex and yield before that bulging cock, she shuddered and spasmed all over again, a whole new wave of rippling delight crashing across her consciousness. One orgasm rolled into another nigh-seamlessly, a constant stream of arousal streaming down the insides of her thighs, and whatever resistance her hard-fucked pucker could offer melted away by degrees as her muscles began to utterly melt beneath the delight. No longer so sharp-eyed, a dazed grin lilted across the pilot's face - not that it could be seen, with her face buried into her arm and her head constantly bouncing off the wall with each new thrust.

By the time Amadi finally burst inside of her, Maijala could only muster a delighted coo, inchoate and atavistic. The warmth flooded her insides, a slick balm for rough-worn membranes, and her gut feathered around the mechanic's cock, gently trying to coax more out of it. She lurched slightly in her bent-over position, swaying like a drunkard, and pulled her head up to lazily purr as her ass continued to flutter and squeeze at the spasming dick buried deep inside her midsection. "Hahhhh..." she managed to muster, eyes shut and smile wide, and then she slumped forward once more, collapsing against the wall in a near dead-weight state. "S'th' shtuffhhh..." Every little spit and splatter ran another twitch through her body, and each twitch caused another gush of dampness to rain down from her slit, but gone was the fierce counterattacking, and quelled - at least momentarily - was that sharp tongue of hers, leaving her to wallow in the sheer bliss of feeling that spunk slosh and squelch around within her, gurgling with every little movement the two made.

* Amadi panted heavily, his muscular chest rising and falling. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her slowly. Inch by inch leaving her after having deposited his cum. He pulled out of that well fucked hole, his cock slightly limp after the second and far more exhausting round. He gave her ass another playful slap, the sound ringing out and breaking the otherwise newly arrived quiet of the supply room. Amadi admired his handiwork. Ansa was reduced to a quivering mess. He wrapped and arm around her wast and pulled her away from the cool wall. Feeling her body slumped against him, for a moment he almost forgot how much of a tough soldier she was outside of risque supply closets. "Five days and you'll be back in the air." He said.

"But I don't know how many until you're back on your feet." He chuckled. He cupped a breast and squeezed her absentmindedly. Both of them were covered in a slick sheen of sweat by now. A mixture of sweat, spit, and lustful fluids. They both smelled entirely of sex. It was a welcome change from motor oil.

* Jellied limbs gave precious little resistance to Amadi's tug, and for wonderful moments Ansa simply slumped back against his broad chest, all the troubles of the world momentarily very far away. No worrying about when she'd get to fly next, no fussing about her damned CO - just beatific post-orgasmic delight. Ah, but that sensation of withdrawal made her moan in disappointment, and she felt so empty as his cock finally slid out of her thoroughly-reamed rear; warm cum trickled out of the ravaged hole to join with the sordid mess of her own juices painting her useless legs. She wriggled unhappily and ground back up against his sloppy prick, as if to maintain that sense of contact... until, finally, she simply grasped his hands, pulled them away, and let herself collapse down upon her knees to splash in that filthy puddle of their mutual making.

One violet eye, hazy and unfocused, cracked open on Maijala's spunk-smeared face, Roux's earlier release having dribbled and trickled all the more from their subsequent exertion. It flicked up to his face and then trailed down his body, finally resting listlessly upon his flagging shaft. Still moving languidly, she reached up to grab his cock by its base, her touch surprisingly gentle... and then leaned in just that little bit to begin lapping at the cum-coated shaft. Without the least bit of shame or reservation, she licked and she slurped at the mechanic's dripping dick, wordlessly gulping down dollop after dollop of their filthy fluids; the close sweep of her tongue ensured no trace of their mingled mess remained upon him, each drag leaving her oral muscle utterly coated before she swallowed yet again. Underside and flanks, top to bottom, and even over his hefty balls: not an inch of his manhood was spared the clean-up, until finally she took his glans between her lips, curled her tongue-tip underneath its flared edge, then sucked strongly for a moment before letting the shaft pop out of her mouth again, covered solely by her spit. That sole open eye of hers darted back up towards Amadi, and she grinned faintly, mouth even more smeared than before.

"Make it four days an' y'can tell all th' gearboys workin on m'baby that I'll fuck 'em like this too."