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Ms Patriot: Undercover

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 8

Jennifer couldn’t help but wonder, as she hurried back toward the basement, if Monday night’s drug deal was something new, or them trying to finish the deal she’d broken up with Silver Angel and Uber Woman. Either way, Jennifer was confident Erica would be there to personally supervise the exchange of drugs for cash.

Returning to the basement game room, Jennifer crept through all the snoring men while looking for a comfortable place to sleep. As long as they found her among them, no one would question why she was sleeping away from the cross, or suspect she’d done anything untoward. She was just a pathetic fucktoy, after all. Erica’s billion dollar plaything. Their weekend cock candy.

A low groan drew her eyes across the room. Big Mike stirred, smacked his lips, and shifted on the couch. He was stretched out in just his boxers. Most of the other men at least had on their pants. Yeah, there were a lot of hairy chests on display in that room. Then she noticed a growing bulge in Big Mike’s crotch.

Is he dreaming about me? she wondered. Dreaming of banging me raw? Coming in my face? Or something kinkier?

All told, Big Mike wasn’t really that kinky. He just wanted his dick inside one of her orifices. As often as possible. Yeah, Erica’s chief bodyguard was insatiable. And, she was kinda starting to like it when he fucked her. Big Mike’s monster cock rocked her boat just right. Maybe too well. Just staring at his growing bulge made her mouth water, throat tighten, and heart race. Struggling to breathe, she licked her lips and moved toward him.

There’s plenty of room on that couch for two.

And if she accidentally woke him up when she joined him on the couch, would it be her fault if he rolled over on top of her and banged one out? That’s what bad boys did, right? Not the woman’s fault.

Jennifer stopped next to the couch, eyes darting between his blissful face and his raging hard-on. She squirmed and wiggled, her chaotic mind trying to decide what she really wanted. To sleep? Or to get fucked? Her body tingled inside and out, and her belly got hot and mushy.

I hate the Curse of the Valkyrie sooo much, she thought, panting as one hand reached out. Jennifer ran her fingertip along his hard cock, still covered by his boxers, from base to rubbery head. He was so well-endowed, In fact, part of Big Mike’s cock had pushed under the elastic waistband to peek out above. Another bulge below showed her his massive balls. Why can’t I leave well enough alone?

Jennifer watched his face intently, and then flicked her long, hard nail across his pisshole, once, twice, five times. She understood how sensitive a man’s urethra was, especially when he was aroused. She idly wondered why she was playing with fire like this? She was going to wake him up, and then get her brains banged out all over again. Did she want more, more, more sex that much? Was she truly that helplessly horny?

As expected, Big Mike’s eyes popped open.

“Again, Master?” she asked. He frowned, looking like he would just roll over and go back to sleep. So she dropped to her knees. And begged, “Please, Master? May I please you again?”

He looked surprised, and then grinned. “You are an insatiable slut, Jenny.”

“I know, Master,” she whispered, face heating up. “But I ache. Please?”

He gave her a single nod. Jennifer immediately yanked his shorts down to uncover his erection. Just that short exchange had fired up Big Mike’s libido, so his cock rose up before her eyes rock hard and ready.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, and began stroking him with one hand.

The busty billionaire babe lowered her face into his big, hairy balls and motorboated them. She had no idea if men enjoyed that, but she did. Didn’t know why, but getting tea-bagged made her warm and fuzzy inside. She wondered if that was how motorboating tits made men feel.

“Mmmmmgh,” Jennifer moaned as she went down on him. She took his monster cock all the way to tap the back of her throat right away. No gag reflex. That little quirk had been deep-throated out of her long beforehand. “Mmmmmmm.”

Fondling his balls, stroking his shaft, Jennifer bobbed up and down with enthusiasm. She hated how much she loved sucking cock. Loved everything about it, from the stench to the taste to the way his mega cock forced her jaw so wide it hurt.

She turned her head, so he could see his dick pushing her cheek out from the inside. Big Mike especially enjoyed that. His smile sent the sweetest tingles through her body and mind, and her moans and groans became louder, more wanton. Yeah, her libido had fired up white-hot.

His cock swelled inside her mouth, and she felt him tensing up. She could read those men so well now, so recognized the signs that he was about to pop his wad. So she pulled back until just the tip of his dickhead was nestled between her full red lips. And he released. Filled her mouth with hot, viscous cum.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, swallowing and swallowing. He shot into her mouth four times, and she didn’t let a single drop of cum escape. Jennifer closed her eyes, savoring the texture and taste as she rolled his precious seed around in her mouth, and then swallowed it. “So good. More, Master. I need more.”

“Sure, slut,” he growled out, sounding like he might go back to sleep at any moment. “Mount up and ride all you want.”

The statuesque woman didn’t need to be told twice. She crawled up to straddle his hips, reached down to guide his still-hard cock to her entrance, and then impaled herself upon him.

“Ugggh,” she grunted, head rolling back as she basked in the feel of that ginormous cock stretching her little hole out so wonderfully. “Oh, Master, Master, Master.”

Jennifer rode him long and hard, gyrating her hips to maximize the pleasure for them both. She propped herself up with hands on his chest, while his hands played masterfully with her jostling tits. Yeah, Big Mike wasn’t going to sleep yet. And then he pinched both nipples so hard that she cried out, waking more men.

“Uh oh,” she gasped, looking around at all those lusty, leering faces.

That pushed her over the top. That amazing surge to climax consumed her mind and body, before her insides exploded. Jennifer’s insides throbbed so hard with divine pleasure. She bucked and bounced, tiny animal sounds bubbling out of her slack lips.

That orgasm seemed to last forever, yet ended way too soon. It left her panting, hot and sweaty. A sense of satisfaction filled her psyche, even as her limbs and mind felt weak with exhaustion. Yet she’d awakened a lot more libidos than her own, all waiting for their chance to jump her bones.

“Oopsy,” she said, wagging her brows down at Big Mike. “I think I disturbed…”

CRASH!

Two dark-suited men came tumbling down the basement stairs to lie unconscious on the floor. They were immediately followed down by more men. Angry men. Men carrying submachine guns. Jennifer’s jaw dropped into a look of utter shock. And then their leader came down: Boss Carmen Vitale, Grimme City’s second-most feared crimelord.

Carmen Vitale had started out as a Sambino hitman. But ten years back, he’d split with them, and started his own Family. To say there was bad blood between the Sambinos and Vitales was an understatement. But for the tall, dark, tough-looking mob boss to straight-up invade Erica’s home boggled Jennifer’s mind.

Boss Vitale’s dark eyes locked on Jennifer, and he smiled. “There she is. Grab her!”