Whorespace with Diana Allers | By : Masseffectfan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 49377 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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Diana's high heels clicked sensually against the metallic as she entered the Normandy's War Room. As she made her way to the holo-table Commander Shepard co-ordinated the war effort from, one or two of the room's inhabitants gave the depraved reporter a knowing, hungry look. Including one Primarch Adrien Victus. The others would know soon enough She'd already had the pleasure of... meeting the high ranking turian not long after he'd came aboard, and frankly, she was still sore. The day that, or anything, stopped her from fucking would be the day she joined some Old Earth convent, however. If there were still convents left standing on Earth. Wasting no time, Diana pulled up her dress, let the the garment fall to the floor in a heap, dropped her panties and then clambered up onto the table. It could easily support the promiscuous woman's weight, and more, for which she was grateful. Having to explain to Shepard that it had been put out of commission during an incredibly fuck-session would have been awkward. Not to mention, being responsible for it would jeopardize her position on the Normandy, and when she was getting this much cock, she couldn't bear to leave. Sinking low, Diana began dancing, using moves cobbled together from furtive glances at asari strippers during her time on the Citadel, torrid hours browsing the extranet, and the depths of her own imagination. Victus, as cool as ever, took in the show from inches away, while the four Alliance comm operatives in the room freaked out and abandoned their stations to watch. “Like what you see, boys?” Diana asked, giving her ample tits a jiggle for them. The unanimous answer seemed to be yes, judging from the four humans' slack jawed expressions, and the bulges showing in their pants. Even Victus, while remaining more composed, was noticeable hard. “She doesn't just dance, either, men.” The Primarch informed them, too their delight. “He's right.” Diana said, spinning away from them, raising her ass up and sensuously shaking it for the lucky crew members. “You all work so hard, but you get a fraction of the recognition Shepard's combat squad get.” Diana said, turning to face them. “But does that stop you working? No. I can't see such... hardworking men go totally unrewarded. So you get me.” Diana said, practically purring. In reality, her motives weren't as pure as she said, but did it matter, if she got nearly half a dozen cocks inside her in one sitting? Diana didn't have to think long to determine the answer. Swinging her legs over the edge of the table, Diana pulled Victus closer. Unbuttoning his trousers, she reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the condoms she'd given him after their first encounter. “Just a precaution.” She told him. “I'm not so worried about you levo-amino hunks.” She said, nodding at the four humans, who were already huddled around the holo-table. “Primarch Victus works as hard as any of us, leading the turians.” Diana said, pulling him up onto the table. “I'd say he deserves something for his efforts, too.” Tearing the condom's wrapper open with her teeth, Diana eagerly slipped it onto the turian leader's thick, hard cock. Diana turned one last time, until she and Victus were both facing the other men, Victus on his back, his cock standing fiercely, with Diana in front of him. She hoisted her hind quarters up, then lowered herself onto Victus, letting him take her up the ass. She made sure to lock eyes with each of the humans in turn as the alien's member spread her ass cheeks apart. “Well, what are you waiting for?” She asked them. One by one, the four crewmen dropped their pants, giving the slutty reporter a veritable feast of cock. She was practically drooling as she ground her ass against Victus' long cock. The closest comm operative, a powerfully built black guy, charged forwards, claiming Diana's pussy for his own. He let out an appreciative grunt as the brunette's tight passage gripped his cock, like she was tailor made for him. “I... get that a lot.” Allers panted, as Victus and the Alliance guy, Jones, she was sure his name was, pounded both her holes. Taking Jones' strong hands, she let them trail up her flat stomach, until they cupped her generous mounds of titflesh.
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