Cypher shalessly unbuttoned his pants and threw them off his feet, his raging cock hard, throbbing. He stroked it, showcasing all the threatening veins on it. "Speaking from experience. You know I ain't a quitter, Rita."
"Umm-hm."
Cypher was pent-up so bad his balls ached. Rita looked just as wrecked. This wasn't so polite Mox courtesy lap dance; she was starving too, and knowing that only made his cock twitch harder. Though this whole service was far more than he was expecting.
She stood between his spread thighs, close enough he could sll the thirst rolling off her skin. Then she turned and bent at the waist. Her spiked chro arms flexed as claw-tipped fingers hooked into her leather legging-boots.
The material resisted at first, black, painted-on tight. Then gave with a soft, creaking stretch as she peeled it downward inch by torturous inch.
Cypher gulped. Her ass ca into view, full, round, perfectly sculpted cheeks that jiggled just enough with every tiny shift. No synth-skin fakery here, real, warm, flushed flesh. A thin strip of black thong disappeared between those plump globes, barely covering anything. Every ti she rocked her hips, the cheeks parted just enough to flash the glistening pink of her slit and the tight pucker above it. His hand moved faster on his cock without conscious thought.
"Liking the view?" she purred.
He could only nod, throat too tight. "Makes thirsty."
Rita chuckled and shoved the thong down to her knees in one smooth yank, trapping her legs together just enough to make the pose dirtier. Then she danced those hips backward, closing the last few inches until her ass hovered right in front of his face. "Bon appetit, honey."
"Fuck!"
Cypher didn't need a second invitation. He clamped both hands onto her hips and buried his face between those perfect cheeks. They smothered him instantly, yielding around his nose and mouth. His eyes went dark, and his tongue found her slit, drooling and puffy just like before.
He fucked his tongue deeper, curling it, thrusting, swirling, chasing every drop while her juices coated his lips and dripped down his jaw.
"Mmmmh… that's it." He heard Rita's moan as she braced both hands on the low table and shoved her ass back harder, grinding her soaked cunt against his mouth, using his face like a toy.
The pressure mashed his nose against her tight little asshole, forced his tongue even deeper, and he groaned into her flesh.
Lost in her taste, he slid one hand between her trembling thighs. His palm flattened hot against the soft curve of her lower belly, four fingers splaying wide while his thumb found her clit, swollen and throbbing. He rubbed firm circles at first, then faster, matching the rhythm of his tongue as it speared into her.
"Oooooooooh! Sweet! That's it… That's right, honey! Eat !"
She held nothing back and moaned so loud her voice was guaranteed to go out.
"Mmmmmh!" She bucked back against his face, riding his tongue and thumb like she was trying to break him.
Cypher doubled down, tongue slithering deeper into her moist cunt while his thumb ground relentless circles over her swollen clit. He could feel her pussy fluttering harder now, walls sucking at his thrusting tongue like they wanted to pull him inside. Her juices flooded his mouth in thick, warm waves. Every filthy slurp and moan vibrated through her flesh straight to his cock.
He could tell she was right there; thighs quaking, sharp little gasps, hips jerking in that telltale stutter. Right as her walls started to clamp down in frantic spasms, he yanked his face back, denying her the edge.
He sat back hard, chest heaving. Grabbing the bunched leather at her knees, he shoved it the rest of the way down to her ankles in one rough tug.
Rita kicked the pants off with sharp flicks of her heels, the material slapping to the floor. Her legs glead under the purple neon. Chro from the knees down, matching her arms, but smoother. No flesh there, just polished tal curves that caught every flicker of violet light.
Yet, he found it fucking hot. The purple neon light of the booth made Rita's pink hair and purple accented cyberware blend in. That made her face brighter.
Cypher's cock throbbed painfully at the sight, veins standing out thick and angry.
"Playing a dangerous ga, Cypher." Rita spun around and straddled his lap. With her thighs clamped around his hips, she rolled forward, dragging her soaked pussy along the full length of his shaft. The slick glide was hot, her swollen lips kissing his tip with every teasing rock, saring her juices in glossy trails down his throbbing length.
Cypher smirked and stared at her face, his hands running over her breasts. "The greater the risk, the greater the reward."
"Hmm…" she smiled and leaned in for a kiss.
Cypher stayed still, letting her. Instead, he reached blindly to the side, groping into his bag.
Her mouth crashed to his, hungry, tasting of sweet cherry liquor and lust. Her tongue shoved past his lips, rolling deep, tangling with his in wet, sloppy strokes. She drooled into the kiss, saliva mixing, lips sliding, ssy and desperate like she hadn't been properly fucked since their last ti.
"Wait," Cypher said, breaking the kiss. He pulled out a black marker pen from the bag. "Mind if I scribble a little?"
Fuck, the big, feral grin Rita gave him made his cock throb. She bit her lower lip hard, nodding once, silent permission screaming yes.
Quickly, he popped the cap and started writing as he narrated each filthy word.
"Cypher's… Cum… Dump." Big block letters right across her forehead, black ink stark against her glowing skin.
"Mmmmh. More filthy," she moaned.
He dragged the marker to her right cheek. "NC Slut."
"More."
"Free Use." He wrote on her left cheek. Then lower, across the upper swell of her chest. "Joytoy of… You got Moxes tattooed already."
"Ah…"
Cypher pushed her away. Rita let herself fall until her palms braced on the low table behind her, spine curved, tits thrust forward, legs splayed wide around him. The position opened her completely. Thighs gleaming, pussy glistening and clenching visibly, begging.
"Free Milk," he wrote on her left breast, and, although they were small. "Cow."
Cypher felt her pussy throb on his cock, desperate, even though he wasn't inside her yet.
Next, across her toned belly. "Moxes' Best… Pussy."
"Fuck! You're good at this," she whined, hips twitching like she couldn't stay still.
He chuckled, then leaned in for the last one. Right above her smooth, hairless mound, the skin there flushed and sensitive. "Breed ."
"That's it! In you go!"
Cypher went still, letting her take over.
Rita sat up straight on his lap, knees digging into the seat for leverage. Her hand shot down between them, fingers wrapping around his thick shaft, pulsing like it had a heartbeat of its own. She lined him up with one brutal motion and slamd herself down, impaling every brutal inch in one savage drop.
"Gaaaaah! Felt it… in my… damn throat."
Rita needed this. No, she wasn't starving for dick. No, she wasn't dependent on Cypher for sex. She had plenty of n and won to use around her. But no one else knew this kink lived under her tough-bitch armor. Now that was sothing she really needed, to fully solve that itch. Her pussy clenched so hard it hurt, fresh slick dripping down her thighs
And this ti, she felt Cypher had done even better.
She loved listening to what he wrote, and then mumbling it under her breath while doing it. Well, it was Night City, and she believed her fetish was very ta compared to the other fucked up…
"Aaaaaah! Fuck, hitting deep. Gonna… tear my damn pussy! Did you get bigger? Wha—"
The stretch burned deliciously, his fat cockhead battering past her entrance, splitting her open, filling her so deep. She bounced on his cock with a feral rhythm, using his shoulders as anchors as her chro-tipped fingers dug in. She rose to tip and fell to the hilt each ti, and shit was fucking preem. She felt sore already; he was so thick and long, with such perfect proportions, she never wanted it to end.
She rolled her hips once, grinding him to the hilt, feeling every vein drag inside her, and let out a broken, needy moan that echoed off the walls.
"Creaming… on you… honey… oh!"
The orgasm she'd been denied earlier crashed through her like a glitch in the chro. Her thighs quake, and her back arched hard.
"W-What the fuck are you doing?!"
Mid-orgasm, while her pussy was still creaming on him in thick pulses, Cypher moved.
His strong arms, still wrapped in his suit sleeves, hooked under her knees. Before she could process it, he stood, lifting her clean off his lap like she weighed nothing. Her ass dangled between his forearms, legs flailing wide, calves kicking uselessly in the air. Her face hovered level with his, close enough to see the hunger in his dilated pupils.
Rita gulped. She knew she was about to receive a brutal pounding that the whole damn bar would hear.
"Ain't a quitter… I know… now… oh!"
Cypher let her ride out the last tremors of her climax first, savoring the way her pussy fluttered and squeezed around him. But his own need was roaring now, cock throbbing so hard it ached. Rita was short, compact; even with the chro limbs, she lifted easy, light enough that he could manhandle her without breaking a sweat. And fuck, she was so hot up close, chest mashed to chest.
"Don't hold back the moans."
Heck, Cypher wanted Judy to hear this. He didn't know if she'd feel anything, but he wanted to do this.
With Rita cradled in his arms, legs hooked over his elbows, he stalked the few steps to the opaque glass door and slamd her naked back against it. The panel shuddered under the impact. From outside, at a distance, the glass stayed frosted and unreadable. But pressed flush like this, the outline of her body would show through. The flare of her hips, flashes of flushed skin, and neon-pink hair whenever the light hit right.
"Trying to… earn a na… huh? Go on, do your best. I won't scream that… aaaah!"
All it took Cypher was pulling out entirely, then ramming back in with punishing force. Her whole body jolted upward, ass smushing flat against the glass, chro shoulder clanking hard against the surface. She yelped, arms flying around his neck.
Plap! Plap!
He fucked her against the glass like he was trying to break it. Each thrust shoved her body an inch up the glass before slamming her back down, asscheeks spreading and smushing with every impact, the wet slap of flesh echoing in the small booth. Her legs dangled helplessly over his arms, heels kicking air. Her back stayed pinned flat, tits bouncing with every brutal stroke while her claws raked down his suit-covered back.
The goal was to make her scream as loud as possible.
Her chro shoulder blades clanked rhythmically against the glass. Sharp, tallic pings that mixed with the filthy wet sounds of her soaked pussy taking him to the hilt.
"Fuck yes, honey—wreck ! Pound your little cum dump… Let 'em all hear how good you stretch —aaaah!"
Cypher devoured her mouth, tongue shoving deep, sucking hers like he wanted to eat her up. He felt her pussy walls squeeze him, already sore. He bottod out and nudged sothing deep inside her, probably her literal limit.
It felt like squeezing into a tight fist, and he was forcing that fist to open up. Every thrust stretched her wider, deford his girth inside her slick cunt, only for her walls to snap back snug when he pulled out. He was close, dangerously close. Balls drawing up, spine tingling.
Clank! Clank!
"Harder, Rita?" he broke the kiss just enough to hear her moans.
"Yes! Yes, yes! Ruin my…pussy… you crazy… bastard! How'd you grow this… damn fine… cock! Fuck!"
Her claws did hurt as she scratched him on the back of his suit, but he didn't care.
Wanting to end this, Cypher squeezed his arms tighter under her knees, palms spreading wide to cup and grip the full, plush of her peach from behind. Using the leverage, he yanked her down onto his cock with every upward snap of his hips, slamming her pussy down to et his thrusts while her back stayed welded to the glass. The angle drove him impossibly deeper, battering her cervix, stretching her to the breaking point.
Plap! Plap!
He fucked her senseless against the door for anyone outside to hear.
Slosh! Slosh!
The wet, obscene sounds of her soaked pussy swallowing him echoed louder with every brutal thrust, her slick churning and frothing.
Rita ca again, harder this ti. Her whole body seized as her cunt spasd around his pounding cock. Hot squirt gushed out around his buried length, spraying in ssy arcs. She drenched his thighs, the glass door, the floor; it didn't matter. She was lost, moaning incoherently into his mouth.
Plap! Plap!
She bit him on the neck, nibbling and sucking. Her chro-tipped fingers raked wildly through his hair, tugging, pulling, desperate. Her breath ragged.
"Gah! Where? Face? Mouth…"
"In ! Breed … You want that, don't you? Fucking breed …! Oh… pump every fucking drop in !"
Her hips danced erratically, shivering and grinding as a third climax ripped through her without rcy. She squirted harder, a watery, clear flood that jetted out around his cock and splattered everywhere, soaking his pants still bunched at his ankles and pooling under the door.
"Yeah, take it then. Right in—"
He forgot the words and ramd in hard, crushing her flat against the opaque glass so hard his chest mashed her small tits, sandwiching her completely. His forehead plastered on the cool surface, breath fogging it as he pinned her there like he ant to fuck her straight through the door.
His cock swelled inside her spasming pussy, then erupted. Scalding heavy ropes blasted straight into her. His batter flooded her love cave, so much that it backed up. It oozed in fat, lazy drips down her asscheeks, splattering onto his balls and the floor in sticky strings. More leaked with every twitch of his hips, milky lines running down her pussy lips and pooling between his feet in sticky puddles.
He didn't even know if she still had a functioning womb. Night City's bullshit could've taken that away years ago, but fuck if it didn't hit different. Hearing her beg for it, feeling her clench like she wanted every drop, made it hit harder. It was stupidly perfect.
He kept her pinned there, panting against her neck, hips grinding slow and deep to milk out the last spurts while she trembled around him.
Finally, when his cock softened just enough to stop throbbing like a live wire, he eased back from the door. Legs shaky but steady, he carried her the few steps to the seat and dropped down hard, settling her straddling his lap with his spent length still buried inside her flooded cunt. Warm cream continued to leak out in lazy trickles, soaking into the cushion.
Rita was busy giving him endless kisses on the lips and cheeks. Her pink-purple hair had co undone, wild strands sticking to her sweaty forehead and neck, framing her flushed, blissed-out face like a neon halo.
"That was wild and… preem."
Cypher chuckled, giving her asscheeks rough squeezes. "Don't know if I picked you or you picked tonight."
Rita laughed hard and didn't say anything. Instead, she grabbed a bottle of drink on the table and used it to wipe the written words on her face and body, leaving only the one written right above her pussy.
Cypher finished getting dressed and glanced over. "Hey, quick question. You know any guns for hire? I an the type I can drunk-dial at two a.m., and they'd co running?"
"Other than ? Yeah, I know a few. I'll take you to 'em."
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