Patreon Compilation – Fic#225 – Hanzo/Cassidy – aneki!Hanzo; femdom; exhibitionism/voyeurism; impregnation (scare) – Tight Leash 3 (Patreon)

Hanzo/Cassidy – After Cassidy fucked up, Hanzo decides to give him another chance so she can teach him. It has nothing to do with the fact that she is addicted to his cock.

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“Miss Shimada… it is always a pleasure to see you. You are stunning.” Akande’s voice is as smooth as ever, his hand huge and warm as it grasps Hanzo’s and lifts it up so he can brush his dry, warm lips against the back of it.

His dark eyes never leave Hanzo’s other than a very brief flicker toward the third… guest… in the room with them. Bound to the chair as he is and with a firm gag between his teeth, he can’t make much more noise than unintelligible humming.

He isn’t, though. His eyes look dazed as if he just woke up from some medically induced sleep. He looks worried but not terrified. Maybe it isn’t the first time he woke up bound to a chair.

Akande stands up straight again, though he hasn’t let go of Hanzo’s hand yet, thumb swiping over the silky skin on the back of her hand.

She is peering up at Akande from underneath her lashes. A true Femme Fatale if Akande has ever seen one. The black dress she is wearing looks like it was painted on, tits all but spilling out, nipples pressing obscenely against the thin fabric – and yet she somehow manages to look classy.

“I have been looking forward to our meeting all week,” she says with a purr in her voice. She briefly looks him up and down, dark eyes taking in his impressive figure in his perfectly tailored suit before she half turns, still letting him hold her hand as she indicates the bound man laconically with the other.

“My personal bodyguard,” she says with a hint of boredom in her voice. “He will be joining us tonight. If you don’t mind.”

Akande squeezes her hand gently one last time, leaning down and kissing her knuckles again, then gently letting go of her. “Whatever you wish, Miss Shimada. I would not dream of denying you any… fun.”

The last he says with a bit of a questioning lilt, eyes taking in the man on the chair once more. From what he can see he might be naked; at least his upper body is, showing off an impressive amount of hair.

“He’s been a naughty boy. So he’s going to learn some… discipline today,” Hanzo says silkily. She moves toward the bound man and curls an arm around his shoulders, fingers spearing into his unkempt hair to scratch him as one would do to a dog while she leans against him, one of her tits pressing against his cheek. “Isn’t that right, Cole? You will learn manners today.”

Akande can see how Cole’s eyes become a bit clearer as he blinks a few times, then exhales roughly. He makes a sound that could be protest… or confirmation. Akande does not think it is the former – he has yet to meet a man that would deny Miss Shimada anything.

“If you would assist me, Mister Ogundimu?” Hanzo says politely as she stands back up straight, inclining her head toward the bound man. “I would like to take a seat now.”

Akande is no idiot of course and things quickly click into place. He smiles at her and nods. “Of course. It would be my pleasure.”

As he steps around her and the bound man vaguely pulling on the ropes tethering him to the chair, Hanzo begins to ruck up her skirt nice and slow, showing off her long, silky legs inch by inch. Akande, hands curled around the top of the chair, waiting for her to situate herself, eyes them with polite interest.

Once her muscular thighs start to come into view, he pulls the chair back easily, revealing that, yes, Cole is completely naked. His heavy looking cock is resting against one hairy thigh but even as Akande watches, it twitches and starts to come to life for his mistress.

“Wonderful,” Hanzo purrs. She does not seem shy in the least, lifting up the skirt over her round ass to show off her lack of underwear. She shuffles in between Cole and their dining table, leaning forward just enough to ensure both her bound toy and Akande have a view of her pussy; plump and naked, the lips already glistening with her wetness.

It seems she really has been looking forward to her meeting with him. What a beautiful sight. She lowers her ass down on the broad, inviting lap of her toy, seemingly not surprised that he’s not quite hard enough yet to immediately spear into her without assistance.

She slides her ass back and forth, that juicy cunt probably spread around his shaft and sliding along it mind numbingly slow and silky.

Cole’s head falls back, his eyes clenched shut for a moment before wrenching back open and shooting a pleading stare up at Akande who just smiles back at him close-mouthed, then inches the chair so Hanzo is properly sitting at the table.

“Are you comfortable, Miss Shimada?” he asks her, one large hand creeping onto her slender shoulder, fingers lightly pressing into her skin. He’d love to spear into her creamy, hot cunt right now, but he doesn’t argue the excitement of watching her slowly break this man apart as they dine.

“Yes. Thank you.” Her voice only shakes a little bit. As Akande nods and walks to the other side of the short table, already exquisitely arranged with their plates and decorations, he hears her soft grunt, signaling that she finally forced the ruddy cock into her snatch.

He sits down smoothly and peers at her over the gentle flicker of the candle. Her usually impassive, beautiful features have flushed and she looks a little feverish… though her eyes remain sharp enough to cut.

As she weaves her fingers together in front of her face, elbows delicately put on the table, Cole gurgles into his gag.

Akande can’t see any obvious movements, so he can only imagine what she is doing to the poor bastard; her insides squeezing the life out of his warm, hapless dick.

Cole’s hands are curled in death claws around the ends of his armrests, hairy knuckles gone stark white. He looks like an absolute brute compared to the sophisticated, deadly beauty of Miss Shimada.

Their meals are brought and their conversation is, as ever, quite… stimulating as Miss Shimada slowly but surely escalates the poor sap’s punishment on the other side. There is not a hint of shame to her features as she curls her hands around the edges of the table and leans forward so she has enough room to slowly pump her cunt along his cock.

Akande is not only treated to the sight of her flushed face going softer by the minute but also her tits nearly slipping out from the slinky black dress she is wearing.

“I take it you were not the one hiring this particular gentleman,” he says silkily as he lightly wipes with the napkin at the corner of his mouth.

Miss Shimada exhales roughly in what could be construed as a derisive laugh. She shakes her head, a single lock of her jet black hair falling into her face now.

“Of course not,” she says with a surprising amount of derision for a lady spearing a nice fat cock into herself again… and again… and again… “I would never consider hiring a mutt like him… but since he is here now, he can -ah- he can learn some manners.”

Her voice is climbing higher. She definitely sounds fucked out and Akande’s suit feels much too tight for his swelling cock. He leans back, exhaling roughly through his nose, eying the vision of Hanzo Shimada using that poor fool as a living sex toy.

Cole’s head keeps lolling backwards, his throat swollen and flushed with the veins left and right of it popping out in an almost worrisome fashion. He can’t do a damn thing other than groan into his gag and feel the liquid hot pussy around him squeeze the life out of his dick.

“F-Fuck.” The expletive is very soft but heartfelt, tumbling from Hanzo’s lips as her head sinks forward, her hips pumping harder and faster. She is inching closer to an orgasm, that much is clear.

Akande just wishes he could be the one spearing into her lap and unloading his hot, creamy orgasm directly into her womb. Make sure there is no way it wouldn’t take…

“I can feel him pulsing,” Hanzo suddenly says, voice strained. She throws her head back again, tucking the stray strand of hair behind her ear with a trembling hand. She is looking at Akande but when she speaks again, she is not talking to him.

“I allowed you to bareback me. You will not dare to come, will you?”

Cole gurgles into his gag, then suddenly groans and arches as much as possible. The mean bitch probably clenched around his dick. Just to make it that much worse.

“You. Won’t. Come. Right?” Each and every one of her sharp words is accompanied by her sitting back down on his cock, skin slapping on skin. Akande’s dick is drooling.

“You won’t p-pump me f-full of your b-bastard spawn-”

Cole makes a sound like he’s sobbing. Hanzo throws her head back, mouth open on a silent scream, eyes rolling into her head as she comes.

It is anyone’s guess whether Cole managed to hold on. The silence after is deafening. Akande stares at the two of them, his own hands curled around the armrests of his chair hard enough to make it creak worryingly. In his mind’s eye, there’ll be a pearly white mess dripping from her twitching pussy as soon as she lets his used up cock slide back out of her.

There is simply no way he would have held on while her cunt had his dick in a strangle hold and not pump her fertile womb full of cum.

Simply no way.

“Marvelous,” he hears himself say, voice gone rough. He only wonders if Miss Shimada will let him… sample the aftermath, so to speak.