Trisha Krishnan Smooth Ass Fucked

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“I’m going to -- Huuugggghhhhh!” she started to threaten, but was cut off
when Johnny stuffed her hot, sweet mouth with throbbing cock.
“Mmmuuuughhhhh.”
Bob’s finger penetrated her labia, spreading the glistening lips and
started to rub up and down her exposed slit. Trisha groaned again, for
an intense wave of tingling heat washed over her. She felt her cunt start
to tingle and moisten even more. Then he found her clitoris.
“Whoa, did you see her jump?” Bob crowed. “I think I found the spot.”
He touched her clit again, and once again Trisha’S whole body was
jolted.
“Hhhhmmmggghhhhhhhhh!” she cried angrily, desperately. But they couldn’t
understand her demand to cease and desist. Then Bob started caressing her
clit, drawing firm circles atop and around it. Every muscle in her body
clenched tightly, her back arched and she groaned long and low.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!”
“Oh, she liked that,” Johnny laughed. “Liked it a lot.”
Bob kept up the clit message, and promptly upped the ante by wetting his
other index finger and thrusting it up her vagina. Trisha was completely
unprepared for that. All she could do was moan and groan and writhe
sensually.
Johnny’s cock stiffened even more in her hot, wet mouth. He had a good
rhythm going, long and steady. But something changed, for his thrusts began
to become increasingly erratic. Then he groaned and buried both hands deep
within her raven locks.
<He’s cumming!> Trisha thought. Then Bob hooked his finger deep within
her vagina, just so, and hit her G-Spot. “Uuhhhhhhhgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh!”
The climax was instantaneous and all consuming. It hit her like a bat
between the eyes. It seemed to last an eternity, but in fact only lasted
twenty seconds. But it left her spent and drained. Trisha’s whole body
suddenly relaxed and collapsed within her sticky, tight bonds.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she groaned, strangely contented.
The vibrations from that groan was too much for Johnny. He lost it. Trisha
’s eyes popped open as she felt his cock convulse, then began to spew
jizm. In no time her cheeks puffed out and she grew frantic.
“Swallow, Slut,” Johnny demanded, reaching down and twisting her ears
brutally. Trisha obeyed, and quickly began gulping the hot, sticky cum
down. “Good Girl.”
“Wow, we got this pussy purring,” Bob laughed. “Look at her go. She
lapping up your spunk like it’s her last meal.”
“If you two are finished, it’s time to go,” Dr. Gadget said, grinning
wickedly down at Trisha. She licked her lips after Johnny pulled out,
all the while glaring daggers at Dr. Gadget. “She looks all wet. Nothing
worse than a smelly, wet cat. Hang her up to dry, men. I’m sure the police
will enjoy the sight when they arrive.”
They produced a rope and hook, and then hoisted Trisha up five feet off
the floor and in the middle of the display room. She cursed and growled,
but it did no good. Soon, the laughing thieves departed.
“Vile miscreants,” she muttered.
Trisha struggled with all her feminine strength, but without her FEM
belt fastened around her tiny waist she was not up to the task. Then she
felt something.
“Oh,” she said, a tiny smile curling the end of her full lips. Then she
felt it again. “Oh, yes.”
The net was starting to loosen. And better, her body weight was pushing
her downward. Her booted feet were sticking outside of the net’s unmerciful
embrace, which meant an opening below. Within minutes her knees were past
the slowly widening opening. So she began writhing and kicking her newly
freed feet and legs.
“Ouch!” she cried as she suddenly plopped out and landed on her shapely
rump. “I’m free!”
First thing, Trisha pulled her costume up and over her naked tits. With
her costume back in place, she retrieved her FEM belt and fastened it in
place. She sighed gustily as she felt the super strength and endurance flow
throughout her slim body. It felt so wonderful to have power again.
“Now to catch Dr. Gadget,” she said, starting to run toward the shattered
front door. Her tall stilettos crunched loudly through the broken glass.
“Damn! They’re getting away.”
Trisha passed through the door just as Dr. Gadget’s panel truck pulled
out of the underground shipping docks. She paused only long enough to see
which direction he was going, then raced across the street and back down the
alley she strode up earlier. Her super fast and versatile Super Heroine
transportation waited. A supped up black Ninja.
RRRRROOOOOAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR!
She gassed it, and peeled out in a cloud of burnt rubber smoke. She was
doing sixty by the time she hit the end of the alley. Trisha expertly
applied just enough break and gas, at just the right moments and was racing
down the street after Dr. Gadget in no time.
On the bike, catching up was the easy part. Then she had to hang back
with her lights off to keep from being spotted. Otherwise, she found it
painfully easy to trail them to an old, abandoned three floor office
building in an office park on the rundown northeast side of Ocean City.
Parking her bike, Trisha watched the building. Soon lights lit up on
the third floor. She smiled and headed over casually. This would be a cake
walk. Nothing to it. Dr. Gadget and his loser henchmen were in their own
“home” so would drop their guards.
She found the panel truck backed up to the loading bay. The bay door was
closed and locked, as was the adjoining office door. No bother. She wore a
FEM belt, so seized the door knob and ripped the door open.
“When will people learn, always install and use deadbolts,” she said,
grinning wickedly. A dead bolt probably would have stopped her from ripping
open the door. If it was well made and installed correctly. “You’d think
professional criminals would know better.”
There were no lights on the first floor. She found a long, dark hallway
and headed for the front, center of the building. Toward the entry. The
main stairs would be there, and take her straight up to her targets. The
only sound to be heard was the tap-tapping of her boots echoing in the
barren hallway.
“I’m going to catch them with their pants down,” she said, grinning. After
their VERY minor victory earlier in the evening, she knew they had to be
feeling supremely cocky right then. “I don’t think Dr. Gadget can invent
his way out of this one.”
It still miffed her that she allowed herself to be suckered earlier.
“Ah, the stairs,” she said, finally finding the entry foyer.
The stairs were long and curved up around the back wall, like something out
of an Old South Plantation house. Trisha looked around, but saw nothing
threatening. So she started up the stairs. Despite knowing her prey was
feeling safe and security in his hideout, she still expected to run into at
least a couple of goons guarding the way in.
She clicked up the stairs at a brisk pace, though kept a close eye out for
guards. Trisha knew the stairs were a vulnerable spot for her. Even so,
she flinched and yelped when Dr. Gadget’s voice blasted over the overhead
speaker system.
“Good evening, Trisha darling,” he said.
“Gadget! You fiend, where are you hiding?”
“I’m amazed,” he said. “You should know that curiosity killed the cat, my
dear.”
“And you should know that cats have nine lives,” she said. “And I’ve
already escaped one of your insidious gadgets.”
“So you have,” he said. She was two steps from the top of the stairs.
Then when her foot stepped on the next to last step up, he said, “But there
is more than one way to skin a cat.”
All the steps suddenly swiveled, turned to an angle, turning into a smooth
slide beneath her feet. Trisha s feet slipped out from beneath her. She
fell hard onto her gorgeous little tits.
“Ooofff!”
“Ouch, bet that hurt, my dear,” he crowed over the speaker has she slid on
her belly all the way back down to the first floor. “Weee! Wasn’t that
fun?”
“Yea, lots of fun,” she muttered darkly as she stood and brushed her front
off. A movement to her right caught her eye. She ducked and dove to the
side, just as a POOF! sounded and another sticky net missed her to splat
into the far wall. “Nice try, Gadget, but I don’t make the same mistake
twice.”
SNICK.
“What?” she said, looking down as something latched onto both ankles. The
floor had rolled back between her legs. Something started to rise up from
the opening. “Oh my God.”
She reached down to her right ankle to remove the shackle that had snapped
around her ankle. Two metal tentacles began to rise up out of the opening
then, heading toward that most intimate place on her body, between her legs.
Frantic, she seized them, one in each hand. The tentacles were very
powerful, very hard to hang onto. She struggled with them, desperate to
keep them from her pussy.
“Having fun,,super whore?” Dr. Gadget asked over the speakers. She heard
laughter behind him. Her face suddenly blossomed red. So humiliating.
Again. “If not yet, then you soon will be. I’m sure you’ll LOVE my next
little gadget, which I call Robo-spanker.”