Patreon Compilation – Fic#124 – Bob/Ashe/McCree – massive insertion; exhaustion; rough sex; voyeurism – Puppetmaster (Patreon)

Bob/Ashe/McCree – Jesse played with Bob's programming a tad, so now the big boy listens to him...

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“Bob- B-Bob! Stop it!” Ashe’s voice is scratchy, breaking wildly as she demands her omnic butler to pull her off the massive intrusion of his fat metal cock and sit her finally back down. When it doesn’t work – just like it hasn’t worked all those other times – she turns her ire toward Jesse.

“McCree!”

Jesse grins at the enraged sound of her voice. He’s heard that exact same, pissed off scream from her so many times over the years, he’s really missed being the recipient of it. He angles his knees farther apart in a lazy sprawl, fist stopping at the tip of his ruddy cock to rub his thumb over the glans.

“What did you do to him?!”

Jesse shrugs one shoulder. He has to reach up with his free hand, picking his cigar out from between his teeth.

“Well, Ashe… I just wasn’t lazy while out in the big, wide world. I picked up a few neat li’l tricks.”

He looks her up and down, gaze always getting stuck on the obvious bulge in her stomach where Bob’s massive cock is inflating her like a goddamn balloon.

“You weren’t the only one being busy,” he continues distractedly. Snipping his fingers, he calls over: “Hey, Bob, my friend – lift her up a li’l, why don’t’cha? Really wanna see that stingy little cunt while you destroy it.”

Ashe screams in rage, her eyes looking on fire as she stares Jesse down while ultimately being too damn weak to do anything against her butler lifting her dutifully up until her back is against his front. It’s the best he can do showing off the brick red gape of her cunt to Jesse while still standing.

It’s enough for now.

Jesse sucks on his teeth, fist pausing and clenching tighter around the swell of his cock as he stares at Ashe sweaty and flushed and teetering on the edge of delirious. She puts up a good front, pretending like she still has spunk in her, but there is a puddle on the floor where Bob has fucked a nice handful of orgasms out of her already and made her squirt for Jesse’s viewing pleasure.

She’s damn exhausted, and it shows in the weak flail of her arms as she tries to push herself away from the Omnic.

“Damn, Ashe… Didn’t know your pussy could stretch like that. I’d say I’d be sorry for ruinin’ your cunt like that, but I’d be lyin’. And it’s not like you haven’t been fuckin’ Bob all along, right?” Jesse leans a bit forward, eyes on the distracting jiggle of her tits as the huge Omnic hands wrapped around her sides start to bounce her again, nice and slow and methodical.

There’s a fetching flush spreading through her body, blooming out from the center of her chest. Her nipples stand like cherries on the mounds of her tits. Every now and then a few droplets of sweat get flung from their tips in a positively artistic arch.

Jesse is not the most cultured of men – far from it – but he sure as hell can admire the beauty of it all.

The long, wheezing whines forced out of Ashe whenever the fat Omnic cock slides back into her start to pick up once more. There comes an edge to them that is just desperate, just panicked enough to let Jesse know she is once more starting to climb toward that peak again, her legs spasming and kicking uselessly as she tries to fight it.

“Damn, Ashe. Ye’re just a common slut, aren’t ya? Didn’t know you could come like a cheap whore… Over ‘n’ over ‘n’ over again. How’s it feel when your organs start to get pushed aside by Bob’s dick, huh?”

Ashe throws her head back. Her throat looks swollen with how desperately she tries to keep everything bottled up… to not come yet again on the massive cock spearing into her guts and destroying her pussy for every other dick to come.

She somehow manages to lift her limp arm and flip Jesse off which just makes him laugh long and hard while Ashe, once again, shakes through an orgasm, squirting as if it were the first. The liquid just sprays from her as she spasms helplessly, a ragged sob ripped from her when she can catch her breath long enough for it.

“Bob. Come on here, will ya? I wanna see the next one up close ‘n personal.”

Bob turns his head with a mechanical little whirring noise, blinking rapidly a couple times before he starts to get into motion. Ashe sobs desperately just from the little jostles that send tremors through her body, starting at her overworked, flushed pussy.

The hulking Omnic comes to a stop right in front of Jesse’s armchair. Ashe’s cunt is right there, pointing at him like a bright red stop sign. The clit is engorged, jutting proudly from the apex of her slippery labia.

“Aw, Ashe. Lookit you lovin’ every second of this.”

He extends a hand, lazily bumping the thick fingertip against her swollen pearl. It has her jolting, a weird gurgling cry hiccuping from her throat.

Ashe’s arms jerk as if she wants to grab him and wring his neck, but Bob smoothly curls his own arms beneath her’s, holding her in a Nelson while fucking into her lax body.

Jesse throws his head back with a laugh. He slumps against the backrest, hand back around his cock to stroke it in a more hurried rhythm than before. Ashe is so close that he can smell her cunt. He puts the cigar to the side, haphazardly perching it on an ash tray so he can enjoy the smell of Ashe on the back of his tongue.

He drags his palm across the glans in harsh circles on every upward drag. It’s more rough than he usually likes to handle himself, but Ashe looks on the verge of passing out from the orgasms fucked out of her overworked pussy, and he desperately wants her to be aware and cognizant of it when he comes to the sight of her getting wrecked on her precious butler’s cock.

Bob fucks her deep and patient, the swell of his cock obscenely visible through her swollen belly as it grows and shrivels away again in turns. Jesse can barely imagine what kind of a path he must have carved for himself…

Ashe starts to whimper, her thighs shaking pitifully. There’s drool slicking down the corner of her mouth, and when Jesse peers into her slack face, her eyes are glassy and unfocused.

So he stands, briefly glancing at Bob before turning his attention back to her. He strips his cock in frantic motions while his hand lands for balance on the Omnic’s shoulder, the tips digging unthinkingly into a space between his neck and shoulders where they push into an array of cables.

The effect is instantaneous: Bob makes a sound like a bumble bee; a thick, low humming as he pauses for a second before he continues fucking, speed slowly but surely taking up as he fucks Ashe like a battering ram.

She startles back into a semblance of consciousness, staring at Jesse’s face wide-eyed before looking down at the ruddy cock pointing at her ruined pussy. As her face twists with anger and desperation, Jesse starts to come with a low grunt, hand tight enough around his cock to send a vague pulse of pain through his body whenever it swells enough to spit thick streaks of cum directly over Ashe’s swollen, flushed slit.

His fingers spasm against Bob’s thick cables, causing the Omnic to become more jerky as he drills into Ashe like he wants to fuck her in half.

She cries out with the roughness of a wild cat, legs spasming as she is all but forced into yet another orgasm, cunt hot and messy from Jesse’s copious amounts of cum splashed across her mound and dripping down her puffy lips.

Of course she sprays again for them. He can feel it hitting his still swollen cock, the liquid surprisingly hot.

Ashe’s eyes are rolling into her head as if she is having a seizure. Jesse is starting to get worried she might bite her tongue or some shit – when all of a sudden she just… sags, the fight going out of her body so she is just a ragdoll held up by Bob as he drills into her like a battering ram.

Jesse lets go of the Omnic’s shoulder and does a stumbling step to the side. He can barely feel his legs after the bone deep orgasm he’s had. Bob doesn’t mind him one bit. He takes another step forward and unceremoniously deposits Ashe over the backrest of the armchair. He briefly pulls out long enough for Jesse to see the swollen, flushed gape of Ashe’s ruined pussy before Bob has rearranged himself and slides right back in; fucking her unconscious form with a single-mindedness that Jesse has never witnessed the big boy to have.

He hadn’t known he had enough agenda to take himself things he actually wants instead of just docilely following his mistress’ orders (when Jesse hasn’t fucked around with his programming).

He has to admit that it is awe inspiring. And kind of hot to see her still getting railed even passed out and unresponsive.

He should get out of here while she’s still unconscious just to get a head start before she’ll begin hunting him down… but he really wants to stay and watch the grand finale.

Well, shit.