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Just something shiny. That was Betsy’s plan as she crept through the darkened room. They’d know it was her if she slashed someone with a katana, but anyone could steal a Rolex. It was New York, after all. People brought jewelry here at their own risk.

The lights turned on. There was Scott, sitting in the room’s easy chair. He was smiling—very pleased to see Betsy.

“You made it,” he said sardonically. “You’re looking good, Betsy. Make yourself comfortable.”

Betsy scowled. So, he wanted to play the cool customer. Well, she’d see how he rattled…

Knocking a lamp off its table, she sat herself on its former perch before all the pieces had stopped scattering. “Thanks,” she said in a laconic voice. “You’re not looking too bad yourself. Did you bathe, by any chance?”

“Why?” Scott laughed. “I’m nowhere near done getting dirty. Speaking of, how about a martini?”

“I don’t drink on the job,” Betsy replied. “And you’re a little young.”

“The drinking age?” Scott laughed again. “You’re one to talk about breaking the law. Now why don’t you sit down on the couch? Being robbed is stressful. The least you can do is let me have a drink.”

He made himself a martini as Betsy decided to humor him. Seeing him in the flesh once more, with his confidence and insinuatingly sexual mannerisms, was making her doubt her conviction to rob him.

He had, after all, caught her red-handed and could easily make her life very difficult with one call to the police. She should try to play nice while she thought up a way out of this little kerfuffle. And if he abused her good nature again, she would just know she was perfectly right in wanting to scratch his red eyes out…

She laid back on the couch, stretching her arms far over the back of it and her legs far out in front of her, sprawling in a way that stretched the leather of her skintight costume to the limit. When Scott sat down beside her, martini in hand, he looked her over from head to toe, as if trying to see whether there was any place on her body he could park himself.

“Betsy, I thought I told you to make yourself comfortable,” he said. “You don’t look very comfortable in that getup. Or is that the point of the whole bondage thing? Maybe you should take it off. I’m not very into being dominated.”

“I’m not taking off anything,” Betsy said angrily. “You’ve got a lot of nerve, thinking that I’ll do whatever you tell me to. And don’t call me Betsy! It’s Psylocke!”

“That’s not nearly as pretty a name as Betsy,” Scott replied. “Yeah, that getup’s going to have to come off. It’s cute, but it’s getting in the way of me and those nice, big tits of yours. Let’s get a feel of those babies!”

Scott reached over and grabbed Betsy’s full breasts, one in each hand. Before Betsy knew it, he was playing with them, rubbing and squeezing them through her leather catsuit.

“You little prick!” Betsy cried, flattening her hands into deadly weapons, but unable to bring herself to use them on him. It felt too good, the way he was working over her huge tits with his hands.

“Careful now,” Scott told her. “It wouldn’t look good if I went to the cops to tell them Betsy Kyle robbed me. So maybe you should think of a way to keep me happy. Some real good reason I’d rather have you out on the streets than rotting in jail.”

He took hold of her zipper’s O-ring as the realization of her predicament washed over Betsy, and she was forced to admit there was nothing she could do as he began to pull the zipper down, weakening her leathers’ suppressing hold on her enormous breasts until they were able to shove apart the vee his unzipping was drawing down her chest.

“Heh!” Scott snorted, and with a little flick of his wrist, one side of the unzipped catsuit slid off of Betsy’s left breast, letting it bulge out to heave in the open air, all pertness and buoyancy. Betsy wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sight of her bare breast proved she didn’t need one. It pushed aside the restraining leather like the material was no heavier than a wisp of tissue paper.

“Want me to stop?” Scott murmured, drawing the zipper down Betsy’s stomach with the exquisite slowness that the unveiling of her creamy skin and fulsome breasts deserved. “Nah. You don’t want that. If you wanted me to stop, you could stop me, but you’re not stopping me. You’re not fighting it. Don’t fight it, Betsy. Don’t fight the feeling. I know how much you must love having big, sensitive tits like these played with. So let me play with ‘em. Let me get you hot. I know how to get someone like you really hot. Don’t I?”

“Yes,” Betsy moaned, “your, your hands… I love the way your hands play with my tits. Keep going.”

“Whatever you want, Betsy,” Scott smirked. He flicked the zipper again to the side, and this time her clinging catsuit slipped from her right breast. It stood proudly beside its twin, dusky and creamy in equal measures, Betsy’s honeyed skin perfectly smooth along all of the teat’s magnificent contours. It was an awe-inspiring combination of nubile flesh and flawless skin, rounded off by Betsy’s own arousal making the red-brown nipples into tight little bullets of desires. Scott thumbed them playfully, amused by how resiliently they sprang back into their upturned aim.

“All I want to do is turn you on,” Scott said. “But I bet you turn on best without all that cold leather in the way.”

Scott let go of Betsy’s tits, now pulling her zipper the rest of the way down and similarly ripping her catsuit down her shoulders and her legs. He pulled her clothes all the way down to the floor, and with Betsy standing before him naked, he had his hands on her tits again in seconds. He massaged them, rubbing and stroking them, his palms grinding against her nipples, then his fingers pinching and pulling on them. He knew they were the key to driving Betsy wild.

“Oh, yes, play with my tits!” Betsy moaned. “Don’t let go of them!”

“I won’t,” Scott said. “In fact, I’m going to suck on these nice big tits. These beautiful nipples of yours were made to go in a man’s mouth. Don’t they feel good in here?”

He started sucking on one of Betsy’s fat tits, the hard nipple trapped in his mouth as he chewed and suckled at it. He would only let it go to run his wet tongue all over her breast, licking and lapping them the tender underside to the valley that separated it from her other teat. It wasn’t long before her bare breast was completely covered in his saliva, and Betsy was stroking his hair, showing him how much she liked having him mouthing her teat.

When he finished with one breast, Scott started on the other, nipping and gnawing the erect nipple even harder than the last one, bathing the orb with his tongue until it was all wet and glistening.

“You’ve got a hot mouth,” Betsy sighed. “It’s true… you know how to turn me on…”

“Yeah?” Scott replied crudely. “Then show me you appreciate it!”

He unzipped his pants, hauling his cock out of his boxers with almost a grunt of effort. Betsy was shocked at the sight. Scott was hung like a bull, already enormous even when only half-hard, his length flopping out of his hand but still throbbing potently. She couldn’t believe how big it was. What did he want to do with all of that? Not… put it inside her?

“Get down on your knees,” Scott said. “And blow me.”

Betsy stared down at the stiffening prick, getting thicker and longer all the time. She felt faint at the thought of touching it with her lips, but she couldn’t let her new lover walk out of her life, and she knew he would if she defied him.

Almost disbelieving herself what she was doing, Betsy got down on her knees and reluctantly faced his big shiny cockhead.

“I’ve… I’ve never sucked a cock this big before,” she said. She was startled when its pungent scent reached her nose, yet she found the strong odor as exciting as it was frightening. “I don’t know if I can take it!”

“You can,” Scott said smugly. “I know you love cock more than enough to swallow it all…”

Clutching the thick base of his member, Betsy closed her eyes and moved her mouth toward the cockhead, hoping the taste wouldn’t be as vile as the impression the grotesquely large shaft imparted on her. She could feel Scott’s hand pressing down on the top of her head, urging her toward his waiting cock.

“All of it?” she realized with a keening whine in her voice. “I can’t take all of it!”

“Yes you can, Betsy,” Scott murmured, his hand slowly forcing her down. “Once you have a taste of my cock, you won’t be able to get enough.”

Opening her eyes, Betsy watched as his prick slotted toward her mouth. His erection looked so big and thick and angry that she fought against Scott’s grip, and somehow her tongue slipped out of her mouth and lapped over the fat cockhead. Scott groaned and stopped fighting her, just holding her still for the moment as Betsy realized she had liked the taste of his knob. She had even found the texture of it pleasing on her tongue.

Scott’s arm was tensing again, trying to force himself into her mouth once more, and Betsy was still reluctant to try to get her mouth around such a massive cock. And yet, it hadn’t been as bad as she’d feared. Holding the base of the prick in her hand, she ran her tongue up and down its potent length. In spite of herself, Betsy was becoming very excited as she slathered Scott’s manhood in saliva.

“Yeah, tastes real good, doesn’t it?” Scott asked with a fierce grin. “Gonna taste even better at the back of your throat. You’re gonna have every inch in your mouth and you’ll be sucking the flavor from all of it. You’ll just love it. You’ll be getting off with every swallow, and I’ll be giving you a lot to swallow!”

With his length completely drenched, Betsy reached up between Scott’s legs and cupped his big roiling balls in her hand. More excited by the moment, she held the scrotum up to her mouth and ran her hot tongue over the crinkled skin. The curly hair tickled her nose as she tenderly bathed even more of him with her spit. It did taste good, and she did want more.

Opening her lips wider, Betsy sucked his balls into her warm, wet mouth. Scott groaned in pleasure, the sound gratifying Betsy, and his hands dug into her short black hair. With a tight grip on it, he forced her mouth closer to his balls.

“Yeah, you love the taste all over my junk, don’t you?” Scott whispered, lifting her face up over his cock. “Now you’re going to be sucking it out of my prick. All the way from my tip to my goddamn gonads. Slurp it up, ‘Psylocke.’”

No longer fearing its imposing heft, Betsy fluttered her tongue up the bottom of Scott’s length, then plunged her mouth down over his cockhead. It throbbed all the way into her throat. Betsy gagged and sputtered as her mouth struggled to accommodate its sudden fullness, even as her throat was now stretched by his impaling cock. Scott looked down at her straining with a wry leer.

“Yeah, it’s making you pretty hot, having all that cock inside you!” Scott panted. “I can see your hand right between your legs. It’s getting pretty wet, playing around in there, isn’t it? That cunt of yours is getting juicer and juicer, and it doesn’t want your fingers, it wants my big hard cock. You want my fat cock right there in your tight little cunt, fucking you good?”