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Miss Tracer	By : ZaWarudo Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 30869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-King's Row
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‘If Lena’s the whore you wish to know, the streets of King’s Row is where you go.’
So went the cheesy, stupid rhyme everyone had heard. It wasn’t like too many people followed up on it, anyway. It was a pretty dangerous part of town, and the one they called Tracer wasn’t exactly the sort of girl you wanted to mess around with. She seemed like she could snap her head off with her legs if you didn’t impress her, which would be an embarrassing, if sweet, way to go.
Brian wasn’t too far into puberty. He’d turned 14 a couple short weeks ago, but it was about a year before that his cock had started to grow. Unfortunately, it started quick and showed no signs of stopping. At well over 14 inches hard, he was the envy of the boys’ locker room. He had a bit of a problem, though. For whatever reason, for the past few months, he just had not been able to make himself cum. He’d come close, to be sure, but he’d always collapse and be unable to continue right as he was about to finish. In that regard, his balls were backed up to the nines. It was actually getting tiresome. Every time he got aroused his cock and balls would ache in the worst way possible. When he heard this rhyme, he thought it was bollocks like everyone else, but one night, out of pure curiosity, he looked up the name Lena Oxton. He could hardly believe his eyes. She was supposed to be some sort of special agent, but by god, she dressed like a fetish model. And THIS girl was the whore of King’s Row? No fucking way. It was complete balls. And speaking of, his began to hurt badly seeing her.
Initially, he thought nothing of it. Except for ‘What a woman’. But as the hours turned to days and the days to weeks, his little problem got worse and worse. He was beginning to have frequent stomachaches and he was sure it was this. Cum backup + teen urges = massive pain, it seemed. And he could hardly take it anymore. So, one fine Friday, he waited around after school for a few hours for it to get dark. When he was sure nobody was around who would recognize him, he jumped on the bus to King’s Row. Even the bus driver looked at him funny. This was a strange part of town. Not poor, or run down, but sure as hell no place for a kid like him. So many bright lights and stone arches, he didn’t know where to look- but he sure as hell knew what he was looking for. So out he stepped into the r-
HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNKKKKKKKKKKK
A black taxi screamed past in the road. He thought he was pavement pizza for sure, but when he opened his eyes and stopped wincing he was sitting in the shadow of one of those archways, some distance from where he’d been. It was a big rush of adrenaline, cut off by a shrill voice in his ear.
“JESUS, LOVE!” it disparaged him. “You don’t half have a deathwish, innit?”
It was… annoying as all hell. Though it seemed like maybe he could get used to it. He looked up and to his right to see who was speaking and- no. No, no way. It was her. “T-Tracer?” He asked, mouth agape in disbelief. There was no way this could be happening. He must have gotten hit by that taxi and gone to heaven, because there was no way this was really happening to him. “Thaaaat’s me!” She said proudly, with a little wink and a two-finger salute. “Or so they say! Never mind me, though- What’s a nipper like yourself doing in this part of town?”
Up close, she was everything he had hoped for and more. Compared to the picture, somehow her thighs were thicker, somehow her suit was tighter, somehow she was bustier… And he had to remember to close his mouth before he started to dribble all over himself. “I… I’m looking for you, Tracer!” He shouted, before remembering people could be listening. In fact, right as he said that, someone leaned out of a speeding car to wolf-whistle at them, making him go all red. “I heard that… You were the one who… eh…” When it came time to tell her why he was here, it seemed a little… disrespectful. A little too much. Fortunately for him, she seemed to get the meaning of what he was saying to her. “Yeah, yeah.” She rolled her eyes. “I know what they say about me…” She tried looking a little tired, a little upset… It didn’t really work, since she struggled to stop a grin creeping over a corner of her mouth. “’N’ I’ll let ya in on a little secret, love.” She nudged him in the ribs. “Every word of it’s true!”
He was hard already. Or, getting there. His school trousers weren’t the best at hiding his arousal at the best of times, and right now they were sorely letting him down as a huge bulge grew and grew and grew as he approached full mast. Tracer was giving him a look up and down before she noticed. “Still, I’m wonderin’ about a young lad like y- OH, FUCKIN’ ‘ELL MATE!” She shot both of her hands up to her mouth when she spotted it, and how he was wincing in pain. Once she got over the initial shock of how big it was, she had to giggle. “C’mon, love.” She laughed as she rubbed at his crotch. “’Ow’d you find me, eh? Follow your big compass point?” She was chuckling like a bitch, and he was having none of it, ripping the front of his trousers open and letting his huge erection stand there in the wind and rain for all to see. He stood there, panting at finally getting some relief. Tracer could only lick her lips when she saw this. “You’re a big one, aren’cha?” She smirked, unzipping the top of her suit to expose her breasts to him, causing him to gasp out and wince once more. Her perfect, slick, creamy orbs glistened in the dark of the arch. “Yeah, I keep the bastards oiled.” She almost bragged. “Keep every inch of this fucker oiled!” She rubbed up and down her body. “I tell people it’s for aerodynamics and shit, yeah? Keep the suit from chafing?” She leaned into his ear. “It’s all bollocks, m’love. I’m just a fuckin’ slut who likes to feel lubed up all the time!”
At this point, she tried to get down on her knees to suck his cock- and strangely enough, he was having none of it, reaching out and forcefully grabbing her breasts to stop her from going down. “Enough… Enough foreplay!” He yelped out, before using his grip to push and spin her around, standing. She seemed shocked. “What’re you at back there, darlin’?” She asked, confused as he growled a little. “I need…” He panted. “Need…” He seemed unable to communicate this need with words, and, when they wouldn’t work… Simply grabbed the part of her suit where her backside was and ripped it apart. This exposed her asscheeks, which were, as she’d promised, heavily oiled and lubed. “Fuck’s sake, love!” She shouted, half angered, half impressed. “Gis’ a bitta warnin’ if you’re gonna do that, sunshine! I’ve got a strip show to do tonight!” He reached around, positioning himself behind her, groping her tits again and yanking her upper body downwards so she had to prop herself up with her hands. Fortunately, as she was constantly lubed, he didn’t need to wait to shove most of his huge cock inside of her, burying his dick in her thick snatch with little effort and growling as he did so. It wasn’t like this prompted no reaction from Tracer, quite the opposite.
“OH, FUCKIN’ JESUS, YOU’RE A BIG BOY!” She yelped, entirely out of pleasure. Being the slut of King’s Row, she was more or less comfortable taking any sort of cock, but having a big one was still a delightful treat. And this kid could really, really, REALLY go. He pounded at her with the cock of a grown man and the stamina of a young buck, and he finally seemed to be getting his power of speech back. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long, TRACER!!!” He cried out, as a few passing cars honked at them in the background. “Ever since I first heard about your slutty fucking body I’ve wanted to pass my thick fucking cock through it! I NEED TO CUM SO BADLY!” Tracer heard this. She’d heard this plenty of times from guys who couldn’t orgasm. Well. When they were with her, it never usually took them very long to get there. She was really enjoying getting railed like this, though, so she had to get them both what they wanted.
“Fuck’s sake! ‘Ang about, love! You’re gonna cum alright!” He pounded his hardness into her eager, willing cunt, his nails digging into her wanting asscheeks, heavy balls slapping those thick thighs. She flexed her cunt muscles, causing him to whine and yelp like a dog caught in a trap. “Gotcha where I want ya, don’i?” She looked back, winking at him and sticking her tongue out. He was inconsolable. “Pleeeeeease, Miss Tracer.” He begged. “I have to cum in you. I haven’t cum in WEEKS.” That got her interested. He’d be backed up like a broken hose… And no way could she get pregnant. So…
“Alright love. I’ll let ya cum inside me.” She loosened her cunt a little, just a little, causing him to sigh in relief. “But before you go back to that, it’s on one condition. If you want to cum, you’ve got to fuck me- right up my fuckin’ arse.”
His eyes went wide and his pupils dilated. “You…” He gasped. “Want it?” She looked at him like he’d just taken a shit in her garden. “Uhhh, yeah?” She replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I did just fuckin’ ask you, didn’t I? I’ll do it again, then! Come on, big boy! Fuck us up the arsehole!”
She probably didn’t even need to say that much. Before the last word left her mouth he had already widened her eyes, and her asshole. Again, she was lubed, so it’s not like getting it up there was a struggle, even if there was more resistance than with the cunt. His balls, this time, were slapping that wet cunt, and the tightness of her hole showed she didn’t let just anyone inside. She was almost in heaven, all she could see was the orange of her goggles as her eyes rolled over. She was used to guys yelling and screaming and making a fuss about how they were cumming so imagine her surprise when the youngster let out another animalistic growl and filled her up, pumping wave after wave of thick semen out of his hot young fuckhose into her tight ass. Obviously some of it spilled out and got on her asscheeks, running down her legs, sticking to her cunt and such. She’d be walking home like that, showing off and loving every second of it. Brian couldn’t believe a single bit of it. It were as though he’d died and gone to heaven, as he finally felt sweet release, seeing heaven as he filled his favourite woman up with his thick seed.
It was all he could do to stay on his feet. “M-Miss Tracer…” He moaned, clearly dazed. “M-My balls h-hurt…” He whined, eliciting a laugh from her. “Don’t worry, love.” She said warmly and reassuringly, patting him on the back and pulling his trousers back up. “We’ll get you a lift home.” She hailed down a black taxi. “This one’s on me.” He seemed like he didn’t want to go, but she was quick to reassure him. “Relax, love, yeah?” She nodded and smiled. “Come back around anytime! And, uh… You can bring your mates and all.” She winked at him one more time, knowing she’d see him again.
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