Patreon Compilation – Fic#243 – Hanzo/Akande; Hanzo/Cassidy – aneki!Hanzo; sloppy seconds; dirty talk/impregnation talk – Tight Leash 4 (Patreon)

Hanzo/Akande; Hanzo/Cassidy – Hanzo got her fill (heh :) ) from Cassidy... now Akande, ever the gentleman, helps her clean up.

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Part 4 (This Part)

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The air in the room is thick. Akande inhales deeply. He can smell the sex now. Can see it in Miss Shimada’s flushed, sweaty face.

The whole encounter with her riding the poor bastard’s cock has not gone on for long… half an hour maybe at the very top, but he’s seen the hefty shaft and can imagine it was not easy keeping it warm in her tight snatch…

Or mayhaps she is simply not used to putting in any work when she gets dicked. A classy lady like her probably enjoys spreading her legs and letting her suitors do all the work.

He is leaning forward, his mouth slightly open. When he notices, he clears his throat and sits back. Uncurling his aching hands from the chair, he instead tugs on his tie, making sure it still sits perfectly across his broad chest.

Akande stands in a smooth motion and steps around their intimately small dining table, one hand outstretched to Hanzo, palm open and inviting. “May I help you?” he asks.

Miss Shimada blinks her eyes open. They look blitzed. Did she come on this mongrel’s fat cock? Did she so enjoy feeling it pulsating inside her clutching, desperate walls? Oh, he would not have thought her this easy…

She puts her little hand in his, her face looking deliciously unguarded as she stares at him, apparently gathering her wits about herself.

Akande tugs gently and she follows his urging, slowly standing on trembling knees.

He can hear it when the mutt’s cock slips out of her; wet and squelching. He doesn’t need to see the sticky mess on his dick to know that he indeed pumped her full to the brim with his hot load.

“Oh dear… what a mess he made,” Akande mutters, eyes boring into Hanzo. Her gaze becomes clearer by the second, but the fever still remains in her gaze. She twists her upper body to peer behind her.

Cole looks equal parts mortified and proud of himself. Despite his best efforts he just can’t seem to manage looking in her face. He just keeps staring at her pussy. Akande can imagine how delicious it looks: red and puffy and still gaping from his brute dick reaching deep into her hot body.

Under their watchful gazes, Miss Shimada reaches behind her, ostensibly swiping her fingers through the gash of her peach. The mutt makes a sound like he’s about to die. When she reaches back in front, she holds her hand between herself and Akande, fingers spreading apart. Between them, part of Cole’s gooey load stretches in sticky strands.

“It seems that way,” she says with much more derision than he would have thought possible.

Akande clears his throat. He grasps her wrist while still holding her other hand. “Allow me…” he rasps, lifting her hand up to his face without waiting for her consent and suckling one of her sticky fingers between his lips.

Hanzo’s mouth opens. Her lips look plump and wet. She seems astonished – and very much turned on, if her renewed flush is anything to go on.

His tongue slips between her fingers, lapping up all the salty mess he can find and generously leaving saliva behind, glistening on Miss Shimada’s fingers.

“Mister Ogundimu…” she breathes but does not continue whatever she might have wanted to say.

He lets her last finger noisily pop out of his mouth, then guides her around the table until she is nearly pressed against his chest. Her head is back to be even able to look up at him.

“Let me make sure that this mutt won’t have bred you up,” he rasps in a low, conspiratorial tone.

Hanzo visibly shudders, though he does not think it is from disgust. Her voice is breathy as she turns in front of him and says: “Oh… no, we wouldn’t want that, do we? You are such a gentleman, Mister Ogundimu… Please… help yourself.”

She leans over the side of the table just enough to stick out her ass. Her pussy is so swollen that it juts out between her shapely thighs; a bright red cushion dripping with the mongrel’s potent load.

Akande groans softly. He frames Hanzo’s hips between his hands as he slowly squats down behind her. Bringing his face so much closer to her deliciously ripe peach.

Cole whines into his gag. Despite being unable to form any real words, it does sound suspiciously like ‘oh come on!’. He looks miserable and hot sitting there, impotently pulling on his restraints. Is he already up for another round of breeding up this lady? Akande would not be surprised in the least.

He’s had his chance, though. It’s Akande’s turn to sample Hanzo. And he does just that: going face first between her thighs, mouth open and tongue greedy but soft as it pushes between her slippery labia for that first taste.

He can feel Miss Shimada going up on the balls of her feet in surprise. He can hear her sharp inhale… and then she angles her hips back with a soft sigh. “Oh Mister Ogundimu… I didn’t know that you…”

She trails off with a high-pitched gasp that just happens to coincide with Akande softly tonguing her swollen, over-sensitive clit.

He pulls back, thumbs pulling on her skin to spread her peach open wider. It is a thing of absolute beauty… and Miss Shimada knows it. She starts to purr like a big cat, her hips lightly swinging left to right. Offering herself up like a meal.

And from her opening? Her still-loose, silky-looking opening? This mutt’s thick cum slowly starts oozing out.

Akande peers at Cole for a second. He’s big and burly and hairy with his eyes wide like a spooking colt’s. Pulling against the restraints. As if there was any chance Miss Shimada would let him get another leg up on her this evening. What a dolt…

But a potent looking one, Akande can admit that much. He leans in and presses a smacking kiss right against her opening. Licking his lips, he shifts a little. Making more room for his throbbing cock in his suit pants.

“Let’s see if I can clean you out well enough… wouldn’t want that pretty belly to swell with this bastard’s spawn, do we?” he whispers it against Hanzo’s pussy like a secret, tongue coming out to ease over her opening, feeling the soft edge that is so very very willing to stretch for a nice fat cock. He’s sure she could take even him without so much as a wince… “Though it might already be too late, Miss Shimada. Are you ready for that possibility? Of this disgusting mutt having pumped his puppies into your pedigree womb?”

He can hear the hitch in her breath. Oh, she loves the thought. Akande just knows she’d be constantly horny when pregnant… probably bullying this poor idiot into breeding her up around the clock, and getting very… unpleasant when he is unable to perform.

Akande’s gaze flicks toward Cole. He can see the realization dawning on his face in real time. It is quite amusing indeed. His wide-eyed stare meets Akande’s. It becomes pleading.

Oh, someone is quickly regretting the consequences of their actions… Well, Akande is a generous and kind man. He focuses back on the cunt in front of him and gives it another kiss; this one sucking and intrusive, his tongue pushing its way as deep into her body as possible.

Miss Shimada makes a throaty sound of pleasure, awkwardly angling her hips and trying to fuck Akande’s face. She humps her clit against his chin in the process but that’s just fine. It takes the edge off. Keeps her more or less calm as he really gets to work, licking and sucking and tongue fucking her gorgeous snatch until saliva is dripping to the ground between her spread feet still in a pair of pretty little pumps…

He wishes he had the wherewithal to open his pants but his manners forbid him to take out his cock without the lady explicitly knowing about it… so he stays how he is, licking her until he can’t taste any of the mutt’s thick, salty load anymore… and then licking her still as he can feel how her clit has swollen even more and her breathing has grown shallow and high-pitched.

She’s about to come again. Is it Akande’s efforts or her own imagination doing it for her? He’s got no illusions about it that she is fantasizing about this mutt pregnancy. Of her belly growing larger and larger along with her lovely tits… of her pussy becoming almost painfully sensitive as she needs to get fucked every moment of the day-

Maybe it is a combination of the two.

Miss Shimada is classy like that…

When her hand suddenly is thrust back, grabbing Akande’s head and trying to grind his mouth against her ruined pussy, he knows that she is finally right where he needs her to be.

He glances to the side, locking gazes with Cole who looks pretty much helplessly turned on. It is no wonder Miss Shimada likes to torture him.

They’d just have to see whether his breeding has been fruitful or not. For now it is enough to hear this lady roaring with her orgasm.