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Whorespace with Diana Allers	By : Masseffectfan Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 49372 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Finishing his inspection of the Normandy's drive core, Engineer Greg Adams ventured back into the main engineering room, only to run into Diana Allers. She must've got sick of the cargo bay and got to wandering, the engineer though. Typical civilian. Shepard must've had a good reason for bringing her on board, but whatever it was, he didn't see it.

Before he could help himself, Adams' eyes darted up and down Diana's form, soaking in every detail. She was a brunette, fairly tanned, with curves unlike nearly any other woman on the ship. Her hot tits and tight ass were all wrapped up in a white dress, that seemed skintight. That it allowed Adams to check the reporter out almost as well as if she were naked, he didn't mind.

“Uh, do you need something, Ms. Allers?” Adams asked, chasing the lustful thoughts out of his mind and adopting a more gentlemanly persona, as befitted an Alliance officer.

“Oh, I do.” Diana said sultrily, drawing in closer. Just the woman's presence made Adams react slower, and he barely had time to react as one of her dainty hands shot inside his pants and wrested his cock out.

“Uhh...” Was all Adams could muster, as his eyes darted back and forth from his rapidly stiffening shaft to Diana's smirking face.

“This is what I need. I think you need it, too. You Alliance boys are too uptight. The Reapers could have us all this time next week. I'm betting you want to blow off steam just as much as I want to blow... well, you.” Diana chuckled, her eyes glinting as she gingerly stroked the engineer's rod.

Adams could barely believe it. He'd been practically drooling over Allers and now she was almost literally throwing herself at him. Was he dreaming? Was Allers leading him on? Was the fuckable reporter indoctrinated? Questions and depraved thoughts swarmed through Adams' mind in almost equal measure, but as Diana gave his cock a squeeze, he found himself caring only about the latter.

“...Sure.” Was all Adams could muster. He desperately needed Diana's hot mouth to stop talking and wrap around his cock instead, and as the Reporter sank to her knees before him, his wish was granted.

Adams stepped back, until he was sitting on a panel, his seven inch cock hanging exposed, and mere inches from Diana's lips.

“These lips were made for sucking cock, Engineer.” Diana smirks. “You're about to join a not-so-small club: Men who are addicted to sex with me.”

“Please, just do it...” Adams shuddered. He couldn't take much more of her dirty talk. She could read a grocery list off in that sensual tone, and the engineer would be just as likely to cover her chin in his semen.

Wasting no more words, Diana obliged, parting her lips slightly and taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Adams groaned appreciatively, and his hands found their way into her dark hair.

Even as inch after inch of cockmeat penetrated into her overeager mouth, Diana never once broke eye contact with Adams. It was an important skill for a reporter, and even more important for a cocksucker. Even as an increasingly large bulged formed in Allers' right cheek, she simply gazed up at him, winking once.

Pushing back against Adams' hands, Diana withdrew a few inches, gulping down a mixture of air, saliva and pre-cum, before impaling her deserving mouth down on his member for the second time. The reporter's eyes seemed to glint, encouraging Adams to take the lead, using the sexy slut's hair as a handle, dragging her head up and down his sensitive shaft.

Adams sensed he was nearing his release, when Diana finally broke free of his clutches. Her mouth momentarily cock-free, Diana leaned backwards. A thick rope of the engineer's pre-cum connected his cock to her mouth. Catching the strand of baby batter on her fingers, Diana brought it all to her lips and greedily slurped it down.

“Did you like the sampler, honey?” Diana said, rising to her feet. “Because if you've got the balls for it, the full product is within reach.” Through her dress, her perky nipples were now clearly outlined.

What could Adams say? That this was a dream come true? All he ventured was a nod.

Opening her legs, Diana reached up into her dress, hooked her fingers around her panties, and brought the lacy black undergarments down around her ankles. There was an audible wet slapping sound as her sodden panties hit Engineering's floor.

“Good, because what you're going to do now is take me by the hand and fuck me, right on your precious drive core.” Diana said, taking one of Adams' strong hands and placing it on her ass.

The engineer escorted the sex-crazed reporter across Engineering, across the bridge that lead to the drive core, half-expecting to wake up in his bunk, his own hand wrapped around his cock, at any time. When they reached the control panel, Diana jumped up onto it, not caring which buttons her juicy ass hit. In the state he was in, Adams was of a similar mind.

Hiking up her dress with one hand, Diana opened her legs, finally revealing her shaved pussy to the engineer.

“Now, please, please, please do me a favor and get in here.” Diana said, almost begging, despite the fact most organic life in the galaxy would kill to be with her. Emphasising her point, Diana licked her index finger and eased it inside herself. Adams mind was made up now. He was going in harder than Sovereign went into the Citadel.

Gripping his cock, the engineer eased it inside Diana's surprisingly tight cunt, the pair of them letting out mutual groans of pleasure as he did. Once he had fully entered her, the rauncy reporter took his hands in hers, letting them venture up to her chest, letting them ease aside the straps of her dress, causing her outstanding breasts to “accidentally” spill out of the tight clothing.

Diana mewled and moaned as Greg fucked her, their hips slapping against each other softly, in an almost musical race to the heights of mutual pleasure. After long minutes of screwing, in which Adams felt like his heart was going to explode from the sheer pleasure of fucking the beautiful reporter, Ms. Allers reached the heights of orgasm. As she screeched an exceptionally long and loud announcement that she was “Cumming!”, Adams picked up his pace, wanting to shut her up, or at least get off while she still was.

Wrapping her long legs around Adams' thighs, it was as if Diana was milking him when he began to feel his cock pulsate and throb.

“Do it.” Diana panted, feeling spent. “Fill me up!”

Never one to refuse a lady, Adams finally released, filling Allers' cunt and letting the excess trickle down her thighs.

After Adams pulled out, Diana went right to fingering herself, fingers sloshing around in a cum-filled pussy, while Adams kissed her repeatedly on the breast, not perturbed by the faint sheen of sweat that had gathered on the reporter's body as they fucked jungle style.

“I enjoyed that...” Diana gasped. It was probably the most honest thing out of the whore's mouth the past week. As Adams reiterated her sentiments, Diana stopped playing with herself and brought her head down on Adams' cock, completing the customary act of cleaning her partner's cock of cum.

“In fact, I wouldn't be averse to repeating it another day. And another...” Diana said, as she helped Adams back into his pants and towards Engineering.

“How often, daily?” Adams blurted out. Allers smiled.

“No, not daily.” She said, trying to keep a straight face. The Chief Engineer look understandably disappointed.

“How about twice daily?” Diana asked, a fleck of dried cum still on her blowjob lips. Adams looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Now, I should be off.” Diana said, recovering her panties and slipping them back on. She excused herself, shortly before arranging a time for her second meeting of the day with Adams.

Diana Allers set off down the corridors of the Normandy with a smile on her face. As much as she really had enjoyed Adams' cock, he was just the beginning.
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