Author's Note
Kinks:: #Futa #Light Coercion #Domination #Age Gap #Cum Dump
Whatever It Takes
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Suri walked down one of the long, narrow hallways of the hotel, passing several identical doors as she went, accompanied by Coco whom she’d hired as an assistant for the big Fashion Week event going on. Suri was taking part in the contest being hosted at the hotel by Prim Hemline and vying, as all participants were, for a feature of their designs in the fashion icon’s own boutique. The runway show had just been earlier that day and the two had nothing to do but wait until the next morning for the results of the contest, but Suri had a better idea.
“So, are you worried about losing?”
“What? No, of course not, Coco, There’s no chance that I lost. Don’t be stupid, okay?”
“Oh, sorry. You just seemed very preoccupied with something, and… and, you didn’t really tell me what you needed me for.”
“I need you to stop talking, right now. Okay?”
Coco nodded, following slightly behind her pushy employer, unsure of where they were headed or why.
“But why are you wearing your high school uniform, here?”
“Because I look fucking cute in it, okay? Now be quiet.”
Coco looked down at her feet as she walked, squeaking as she ran into Suri, the two coming to a sudden stop. She looked up to see the final door in the narrow hallway, standing slightly apart from the others by a small gold-trimmed plaque that simply read: Prim Hemline.
“Listen, Coco, I’m just going to go in there and talk to Miss Hemline, okay? I just need you to make sure no one else comes along to-”
“What are you gonna talk about?”
“I-I don’t know, talk shop, one designer to another. It doesn’t matter, okay? I just don’t like being interrupted is all.”
Suri shot her an annoyed glance and Coco flinched, taking a step back.
“O-okay.”
“Just… don’t go anywhere, okay, and keep watch here until I come back out.”
“Okay, Suri.”
“That’s my girl,” Suri smirked and patted Coco on the cheek just a little too hard. “Just for this, I won’t dock your pay for talking back, okay?”
“Thank you, Suri.”
Suri immediately dropped her smile and looked back to the door, taking a breath as she straightened her uniform and pushed up her chest. She knocked firmly but briefly on the door, waiting several seconds before hearing a low voice respond.
“You may come in.”
Suri grinned and opened the door, flashing a stern glance back at Coco, mouthing the word stay before closing the door behind her and turning to see Prim sitting at her desk.
“Good evening, Miss Hemline.”
Prim glanced up, noticing who it was and slightly frowning, standing up from her seat.
“Hm, Miss Polomare, what are you doing here? You know it’s frowned upon to visit the judge during a contest. One might think you were being underhanded.”
“Oh goodness, nothing like that, Miss- Prim, may I call you Prim?"
"No, you may not."
"Okay, Miss Hemline then. I just thought I’d come by and… see if you could use any help with something. Being the fashion icon that you are, I imagine you must be incredibly busy.”
“I am. With judging a contest, as it happens.” Prim crossed her arms, her stern gaze unwavering from Suri as she approached her desk regardless. “And, I work best in solitude.”
“Okay, that’s fair, but Solitude can be awful for stress and a little company can be the best relief. Okay?”
“I assure you, Miss Polomare, your company does nothing positive for my stress.”
Suri shrugged off the comment and looked around the well-furnished room, admiring Prim's superior taste in decor as she picked her words.
“I guess you have your own methods of getting rid of stress.”
“We all do, Miss Polomare.”
“But, you can’t get too stressed, though, I mean having this gorgeous private office all to yourself.”
Prim looked unamused at Suri’s attempt at conversation, staring the girl down as she walked around to the front of her desk.
“It was complimentary. And neither you nor this cheapskate hotel seems to realize what limited use I have for a single room studio. It doesn’t even have the proper amenities to sleep here on busier nights” Prim trailed off at the end of her sentence, shaking it off and quickly snapping back to Suri with a stern look. “But that’s my business, and I’ll thank you to quit with your small talk.”
Prim watched as Suri walked past her, lip twitching as the girl hopped up onto her desk for a seat. Suri batted her lashes and pushed her chest out at Prim, making sure that her skirt rode a little too far up her thigh.
“How does my outfit look?”
“Mass produced,” Prim replied instantly and with a dirty look but Suri didn't budge.
“Really? That’s a shame, I was kind of hoping it would help me pick up women… oh, is that TMI?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. Now Miss Polomare-”
Suri surprised Prim as she lifted her foot gently, suddenly caressing it between the older woman’s legs and getting surprised in turn as she felt the distinct bulge beneath her pants. Suri yanked her foot away as she realized what it was but quickly switched from shock to overconfidence.
“Miss Polomare, leave at once!”
Suri hopped off the desk hurriedly as Prim swatted her away, skipping a few feet out of arm's reach. Prim stood with her fists on her hips as she looked angrily at her unwanted guest. Suri looked up and down the woman’s tall thin figure, giving her as obvious of bedroom eyes as she could muster.
“Let’s cut to the chase, Miss Hemline, okay? I’m very interested in such a distinguished older woman as yourself. That makes for a pretty nice opportunity for you doesn't it?”
Prim sneered at the forward attempt and took a step toward Suri, watching as the girl took another step away.
“I assure you, Miss Polomare, that as a distinguished older woman, as you so put it, I have no trouble whatsoever getting a physical partner when I so desire.”
“But not one with such a tight young body as mine.” Suri posed, brushing her hands along her waist, turning and lifting her skirt to show off her upper thighs and ass. “And still in her school uniform…”
“Well then, let me abate your doubts, young lady, because there are a plethora of students vying for a fashion career, and no lack of ones willing to do anything for a break.”
“Oh, good, so there’s a precedent for it.” Suri, without hesitation, reached beneath her skirt and lowered her panties. “Don’t mind me, okay?”
“Miss Polomare put your clothes back on this instant!” Prim yelled, her eyes falling angrily onto Suri's slender legs.
Suri walked back toward Prim with a sway in her hips, reaching out to touch Prim’s blouse and getting her hand smacked away. Suri turned away and bent forward, wiggling her ass within reach of Prim as she brushed her hand temptingly between her legs.
“It’d be so easy for you to just take me right here. You can't say no to something like this.”
“I assure you, I can.”
“After watching all those girls strut their stuff on stage just for you? It doesn’t leave you needing a little release? Because it does to me.”
“Miss Polomare, you’re lucky that I don’t disqualify you immediately.”
“Okay, but you haven’t yet, so…”
Prim gritted her teeth, looking condescendingly down on the girl’s ass and shaking her head, turning and walking toward the door. Suri stood back up, wondering if she’d lost her chance as Prim went to leave. Instead, she heard the click of the door’s lock and Prim returned with her hands on her belt.
“You’d best know that this will in no way affect my judgment of the contest. Towards or against you.”
“We’ll see.”
Suri watched with a faint blush as Prim unfastened her belt, removing it and folding it in one hand.
“Ooh, are you going to spank me with that?”
Prim raised an eyebrow and set the belt carefully on her desk.
“Please, Miss Polomare, I wouldn't let such pristine leather as this belt anywhere near your ass.”
“Tsk, all business and no pleasure…”
“Business is all I require, young lady. I’ll leave the pleasure to such willing participants as yourself.” Prim unfastened her pants, slightly lowering them with her panties but only enough to free her limp member. “Now, if you wouldn’t mind getting things started.”
Suri knelt in front of Prim, taking a moment to admire her equipment. A pleasant addition, she had to admit, to the woman’s tall thin frame. She raised her brow at Prim as she took the woman's shaft in her hand and began idly stroking it.
“You know, it’d be more comfortable if you'd fully remove your pants, okay?”
“I’d rather not show off any more of my lower body than is necessary, Miss Polomare.”
“...For the same reason that you need help getting it up, I’m assuming?”
Prim scowled, lacing her fingers into Suri’s hair and yanking the girl's head back to make eye contact with her.
“You hold your tongue, young lady or I’ll stop this at once.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” Suri said with some faux confidence, averting her eyes while in Prim's grip.
Suri licked the head of Prim’s cock and felt the woman’s fingers loosen in her hair, leaning forward and taking Prim's shaft into her mouth. Suri took a moment to appreciate the more unique sensation of having Prim’s limp member in her mouth, massaging her soft cock with her tongue. She wanted to hurry things along somewhat, reaching into Prim’s pants and freeing her balls as well, stroking them as she sucked the woman’s cock.
Suri felt Prim’s balls lightly twitch under her fingertips as her shaft began to steadily harden in her mouth, trying to impress the woman as she squeezed her cock between her tongue and lips, hungrily sucking it as it hardened. Suri felt Prim’s fingers tighten in her hair again and she grinned around the woman’s cock, wrapping her fingers around its base and jerking it with the aid of her spit. She heard a wet schlicking sound with each bob of her head and started moving a little more quickly, surprised when Prim suddenly thrust her hips, lightly gagging as Prim’s cock hit the back of her throat and pulling her head free.
Suri said nothing, though, her mouth hanging open as she looked up at the tall woman, cock now standing rigid and slick, some of Suri’s spit gathering at its tip. Prim looked down at Suri, lip twitching at the sight of the girl’s spit covered mouth and what a mess she’d made of her cock
“Try not to get your spit anywhere but your own mouth, Miss Polomare.”
Prim grabbed her cock in her hand before it could drip onto the floor and pressed it against Suri’s lips, wiping the excess spit on the girl’s face.
“Okay.”
Suri nodded and took Prim’s cock back into her hand, stroking its full length, running her tongue from its base to its tip. She leaned in and took one of Prim’s balls into her mouth, draping the woman’s cock over her face as she stroked it. Suri switched from one testicle to the other, rolling her tongue over the sensitive playthings, massaging Prim’s full cock against her face. She glanced up at Prim, wanting to see the woman’s pleasured expression as she skillfully worked on her, but found Prim looking stoically down at her, her eyes permanently stern.
“Miss Polomare, the foreplay is appreciated but I’d really rather that we move things along.”
Suri felt a small shiver run down her spine at her voice, releasing Prim’s balls from her mouth and standing back to her feet. Suri grabbed Prim by the waist of her pants, pulling her along as she walked backward until her legs hit a perfectly placed chaise lounge, releasing Prim and falling back onto it. Suri quickly shimmied free of her skirt, deciding to leave her shoes alone as she lay bottomless. Prim watched Suri’s actions closely as the girl’s skirt fell free of her long legs, starting to realize how much she honestly wanted this to happen, clearing her throat as she loosened her collar.
“Now, Miss Polomare, should I hear that anyone has discovered this little secret of mine after today, let me just remind you that I have a certain amount of pull in your career field of choice.”
Suri swallowed a small lump in her throat as she looked up at Prim, raising her knees and spreading them wide.
“Alright, it’s just between us, okay?”
“Good girl.”
Suri's hand drifted between her own legs, teasing her entrance as she waited and parting her inner lips with two fingers.
“Would you like a taste of what you’re getting into?”
Prim didn’t budge, raising an eyebrow as she looked down at Suri.
“Miss Polomare, if you thought this would become mutual then you still have a chance to back out.”
Suri gave a small huff, looking aside as she spread her knees a little more. She felt some satisfaction, however, as Prim grabbed one of her legs, stroking her soft thigh and clearly enjoying the touch of her body more than she let on.
With her other hand, Prim held her shaft and positioned her tip between Suri’s waiting labia. Prim braced her hands on the chaise, arms on either side of Suri, and pushed herself inside. She hissed as her cock sank fully inside of Suri’s pussy until her balls pressed against the girl’s ass and she paused for a moment.
“Oh, heavens, I never get tired of this feeling.”
Suri draped her arms over Prim’s shoulders, lacing her fingers behind the woman’s neck.
“Glad you’re enjoying it.”
Suri pulled on her and latched onto Prim’s lips in a kiss, shoving her tongue into the woman’s mouth. Prim grabbed the girl’s chin and shoved her away, looking sternly at her.
“Enough of that! I’m not here for a romantic fling, you little-.” Prim stopped and cleared her throat.
“Ugh, fine then. Just get on with, I guess, okay?”
Prim pulled back and began humping into Suri, putting some weight into each thrust, Suri’s plush ass lightly jiggling with each strike of Prim’s hips. Prim hummed delightedly at the pleasant friction along her full shaft, admiring the natural velvet of Suri’s youthful pussy.
“Hahh… this is exactly what I needed.” Prim cooed as she fell into her rhythm.
“I thought this was like nothing to you?”
“This is fashion week, after all. I suppose it’s been a little while since I’ve been able to get together with anyone.”
“And all of that trying to act like you didn’t want this.”
“I have a little more control over my urges, young lady, than you seem to.”
“Well, I’ll give you this, okay, You didn’t immediately blow your load when you felt how great my pussy waAS!”
Prim caught the girl off guard as she slammed her hips into Suri, feeling the girl’s inner walls quiver. Suri winced as Prim grabbed her chin, forcing the girl to look her in the eyes.
“Listen, little girl. Better pussy than you has begged for me. But, to your credit, you were terribly convenient.”
Suri blushed at her words as Prim held her chin in place and took the woman’s thumb into her mouth, lightly sucking on the digit, Prim’s lip twitching at the act.
“Well, it’s better than you talking, I suppose.”
Prim refocussed on her humping, pulling most of the way out before each thrust as she rhythmically buried herself inside of Suri. Suri was quickly becoming enraptured in the sensations herself, moaning around Prim’s thumb, the woman’s long thrusts pleasantly increasing the friction against Suri’s sensitive walls.
“Pu-ahh…” Suri’s voice slipped out as Prim pulled her thumb from her mouth, struggling a little to control her breath. “Ahn, this is… ngh, better than e-expected…”
“Now, don’t insult me, Miss Polomare. I do have decades of experience.”
Prim leaned back, sitting more firmly between Suri’s legs and her fingers stroking along the girl’s ass, tightly gripping Suri’s round cheeks. Suri raised her voice as Prim resumed thrusting from her new position, angled more upward and hitting her g-spot more directly with each thrust. Prim felt her balls twitch with excitement, reveling in how soft Suri’s ass felt in her hands, listening to Suri’s happy cooing as she more silently felt her own pleasure increase.
“Tell me, has a boy your age ever made you feel like this?” Suri only responded with light panting and Prim raised one of her hands, bringing it down hard on one of Suri’s ass cheeks. “Answer me, young lady.”
“N-no… I uh, ngh, I-I’m not used to this, okay?”
Prim could feel Suri’s thighs twitch, her own pleasure reaching a new high and feeling herself begin her final descent toward orgasm. Prim’s hands left Suri’s ass, moving to the girl’s hips as she shifted forward again, leaning a little more weight on Suri and returning to her harder thrusts, her balls rhythmically smacking into Suri’s ass as they trembled for their imminent release. Suri’s voice calmed as Prim stopped giving her g-spot as much attention, sighing as her rising pleasure started to even back out.
“H-hey… go back to that other position, okay? I was getting really close.”
“Sorry, Miss Polomare, but whether or not you orgasm is completely incidental to me.”
Suri frowned, Prim’s cock still making her tingle, but she wasn't sure it would push her over the edge.
“Fine…” Suri let her own hand drift down her waist, humming as it came in contact with her clit. “I’ll just help myself, then, okay?”
Prim looked down at Suri’s finger on her clit, feeling herself twitch as she watched the girl begin to writhe from her own play combined with Prim’s thrusts.
“Hm, very well then, I suppose it would be nice to feel your contractions during my own climax.”
“B-but I need you to pull out when you cum, okay?”
“Absolutely not.”
Prim’s hands slid just beneath Suri’s blouse, her somewhat larger hands squeezing tightly around the girl’s narrow waist as she pounded into her. Suri’s finger stopped its rubbing, leaving her clit as she looked up at Prim, furrowing her brow.
“What do you mean, no? Just pull out and cum on my tits or something, okay?”
“And risk getting even a single drop of cum on this chaise? You should’ve had more foresight than that.”
Suri looked incredulously up at Prim, mouth slightly agape. Prim took a moment to notice the girl’s expression and patted her on the cheek.
“Miss Polomare, this particular Kashmir silk throw lying under you is worth more, I’m sure, than your entire wardrobe. You’re lucky I’m even letting you sweat on it.”
Suri struggled to respond, feeling Prim’s thrusts grow harder and less controlled, knowing she was getting close.
“B-but, what the fuck am I supposed to do with your cum?”
“Not my problem, young lady.”
“What if I just s-”
Prim placed her hand over Suri’s mouth, her other hand back on the chaise for support as she sat on the edge of orgasm. Prim’s thrusts grew quick and shallow, each time her hips hit Suri’s ass pushing her dangerously closer.
“Ahhn... Miss Polomare, I’m going to cum.”
Prim released Suri’s mouth as she felt the girl’s pussy twitch in response to her and she pulled almost fully out, all of her pleasure feeling concentrated in the head of her cock and slamming her hips down to the hilt, balls spasming as they met Suri's ass. Prim's cock throbbed and jerked wildly, shooting ropes of cum against the walls of Suri’s depths. Suri’s hips shuddered as she felt Prim’s hot cum painting the inside of her pussy, throwing her arms around Prim’s back and pulling the woman close as it refused to stop, overwhelming her with the constant sensations.
“AHH! H-how are you still cumming?” Suri whined, squeezing Prim against her.
Prim was surprised as well as her balls buzzed with pleasure, releasing a little more cum than she was used to.
“Ngh, a little more pent-up… than I thought.”
Suri’s body shivered, feeling Prim’s hard cock still spasming in her hot grip, her sensitive walls pelted by its relentless cumshot. Prim returned to slow humping once her cock finally calmed down, releasing the last spurts of cum inside of Suri. She leaned her weight back off of the girl as her throbbing came to a stop and rested for just a moment still inside of her, Suri leaning up on her elbows.
“Wow... I must've been pretty great for you to cum that much.”
“I’ll admit, Miss Polomare, that was perfectly adequate.”
“So… then you should finish me off really quick, okay?”
“Most certainly not.” Prim reached for the end table near the chaise and grabbed a couple of tissues. Prim took one of Suri’s hands and placed the tissues into it, making her grab hold of them as she guided her wrist down between her legs. Prim carefully removed her member and moved Suri’s hand to take its place, holding the tissues over her entrance. “There we are. Now I’m a busy woman, Miss Polomare, I have things to attend to.”
Prim stood up, her member still partially hard as it hung from her pants, looking down and noticing a little more cum beading on the tip.
“Goodness, such a mess you’ve made of it?” She walked back to the edge of the chaise near Suri’s head. “Miss Polomare, would you mind?”
“Just use a tissue, okay?”
Prim said nothing, simply holding her cock to Suri’s mouth. Suri rolled her eyes at the display but huffed and conceded, wrapping her lips briefly around the woman’s cock. Prim quickly popped it back out of Suri’s mouth, free of cum, and tucked it back into her pants, adjusting herself as she refastened them. Prim looked back down at the Suri and pointed a finger between her legs, sure to have her attention before she spoke.
“If that drips on anything in this room, I shall bill you with the cleaning.”
“You know, I could’ve swallowed that cumshot?”
“So you could’ve. It must’ve slipped my mind.” Prim put her belt back on and straightened her collar. “All the same, Miss Polomare. Thank you for that bit of relief. I am... slightly less stressed now.”
"You'd have to be if you were watching those girls strut around with that kind of load sitting in your balls."
"Yes, yes, so it was rather enjoyable. Just consider yourself timely, Miss Polomare."
Suri still lay there bottomless with her hand over her full pussy, watching as Prim moved swiftly on to her next item of business.
“So then, how’re my designs gonna do in this contest?”
“Well, after doing this for me, I suppose I could at least give you your answer.”
“Yes?”
“You lost.”
Prim flipped the lock on her door and opened it, straightening her outfit once more before exiting, raising a brow as she noticed Coco outside.
“Pardon me, miss.”
Coco stepped aside, watching the woman go as she passed, letting her get some distance down the hall before turning back to the room.
“Coco! Get in here and help me!”
“Suri, what are doing i-aaAH!”
Coco screamed in surprise as she entered the room, met with the sight of Suri, half-naked with only her hand covering her most private area. Coco tried to cover her face but didn’t look away, taking a step backward toward the door.
“S-should I wait out here longer while you uh… f-finish?”
“Coco, just grab my skirt and get over here, okay?”
“But you’re…”
“For god sake, Coco, you’ve got a pussy too. This isn’t new fucking territory for you.”
“A-are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m just full of fucking cum and pissed off.”
Coco looked where Suri was pointing and saw her skirt, discarded along with her panties. She picked it up, pausing as she considered the girl’s words.
“Wait, did you say you’re full of c-cum? Where did that even come from?”
“Well, gee, Coco. I’ll give you two fucking guesses.”
Coco glanced at the door, realizing Suri’s implication and blushing fiercely as she looked back at Suri.
“Really? Wow, I had no idea… I mean, I never would've guessed.”
“No, Coco, I suppose you wouldn’t have. It’s a good thing I didn’t ask for your fucking analysis. Now come here and help me deal with it?”
“What do you want me to do with it?”
Suri looked exasperatedly at her Coco, her voice becoming inversely more slow and calm as she felt her anger come to a head.
“Coco… Dear. I don’t care if you have to drink it through a straw, okay?” Her eye twitched and she instantly returned to yelling. “But figure it out for me quick before I become any more impatient!”
Coco shuddered as she looked at Suri, clenching the girl’s skirt in her fist, feeling angry but not showing it on her face. Coco’s heart raced as she felt a small sense of leverage over her pushy employer, temporarily liberated from the girl’s hold and her own anger snapped.
“No.”
“...What did you just-”
“No.”
“Coco, what the fuck are you trying to pull. If you think I’m going to let you off easy with-”
“Suri!” Coco stamped her foot, blushing as she clenched her fists, not entirely sure how to look angry. “I quit.”
For a brief moment, Suri was speechless, watching as Coco exited the room.
“Coco, what the fuck! Coco, get back here or you’re fired! ...Coco, that’s my fucking skirt!” Suri stared for a moment as no response came back, slowly releasing that she was screaming at an empty door. Her face glowed red with anger but unsure if she could keep up yelling. “Okay… what the fucking fuck…”
Suri dropped her head back down on the chaise, lying perfectly still for a moment and staring at the ceiling, her hand still clenched over her pussy. Nowhere to rid herself of this stupidly large cumshot inside of her without having to leave the room and now she was even without a skirt. She glanced down at the stupidly expensive throw blanket under her then over at the stupidly empty desk of the stupidly absent Prim, eyes ending up back on the ceiling with a sigh.
“Fuck…”
