Otoko Onna:Tomboy
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,335
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Otoko Onna:Tomboy
Disclaimer: Don't own a thing or Dragonball- Z- GT, just the Love Of My Life Geo ^-^(My Hubby) so don't sue cause I own nothing else!!!!
WARNING: This chapter is a LEMON (NC-17) meaning SEX! SEX! And other things not suitable for children^-^, so waves BYE BYE if your under the legal age if not ENJOY!
Also the characters are Mirai Trunks & Mirai Pan(from another dimension) that's means they are both in their mid-20s.
Somewhere in Tokyo City, in the center of a dim studio apartment a warrior prince was practicing his katas, he was shirtless and barefoot clad only in some sweat pants. Years of hard training and fighting has giving our young Sayajin prince a well-proportioned physique and chiseled body, his slightly tanned skinned glistened from a thin layer of perspiration from all the powerful techniques and graceful but deadly movements he was doing with his sword, his beautiful deep sapphire eyes hidden behind a blindfold for extra concentration.
He's been at it for almost 4 hours now, trying to forget or maybe trying to think of a good way to get back at his beautiful wife. Since that incident at her office they've been teasing each other mercilessly.
She said that he was going to pay for leaving her wet, horny and wanting but he just laughed it off and told her that she didn't have the guts. Boy! Was he EVER wrong.
He remembers it so vividly, Pan, his little vixen of a mate re-created one of his dormant fantasies...having blow while on the job
He was at C.C taking care of some business that only the President of the company son is able to do, to his annoyance, he hated being restricted to a stupid box "how does Pan do it." He thought to himself. After a few hours going throw some paper work, important documents/insurances, making few phone calls some local some internationally and interviewing new applicants. Trunks was ready to go home and relax. He got up from his leather chair and gave his aching muscles a good stretch before he moved towards the window.
Trunks didn't know how long he's been staring at the pedestrians down at the busy streets of downtown, until he heard his office door open. He turned around ready to bicth out his secretary if she brought him any more papers to sign, but it wasn't his perky secretary that entered his office but his lovely wife leaning against the door frame
"Hey! Boss." She said in a cheerful voice "busy day." Trunks watch as she turned around to close and lock the door before walking towards him wearing her beige business-like pants suit.
"Yea, a bit stressful." He admitted with a smile and it hit him 'she locked the door' at that moment all his instincts became alert "Pan, honey, why did you lock the door."
" Cause I need to talk to you in private." She replied with a smile. Trunks moved away from the window to lean on his desk, not with out catching the suspicious look she had in her eyes.
"Can't it wait till we get home." He inquired; a negative movement of her head was her only reply. "Fine." Trunks said with a sigh "What is it?"
Pan gave him an innocent smile as she looked deep into his eyes before leaning into his right ear and whispered "When was the last time I made you cum Love." The emphasize on the "I" didn't go unnoticed by the young Sayajin.
"Well...I...what...you..." Trunks stuttered, but having Pan face only inched away from his, as much from reflex as from desire he bent his head and kissed her.
Light-headed from his kiss and reckless from it, Pan nipped the side of his neck with her teeth, loving the way her husband body was reacting.
"Damn I need you." He breathed against her ear; his hand dropped lower and pressed her hard against him.
"Mmm I've been graving MEAT all day." She said, moving away from his neck, she slid down his length and onto her knees in front of him. She fumbles with the fly of his pants but before she finished to undo him she directed him towards his leather chair. Now having Trunks in a seating position she curled her fingers around his erection and stroked him, savoring the tremor that went through him and in the way his legs closed around her, his way of not letting her escape. Before Trunks can utter any protest Pan replaced her fingers with her tongue, enjoying the deep groan of pleasure she pulled from him.
Trunks rested his head against the high back of the chair and closed his eyes as he struggled for some control, a stifle sound came from the back of his throat, his hands came down on her head as thought to stop her but lost in the pleasure hadn't the strength.
"Oh, Shit!" He breathed; his hand tightened in her hair but didn't pull her away. Surprised by his sudden outburst Pan laughed but choked in the process, so she pulled back, breathless. "Where did that come from." She asked amused.
"Don't stop." He told her, his hand was still in her hair, urging her back to the task at hand. Pan smiled and put him back in her mouth and slowly sucked him to a frenzy as she watched him clutched at the arms of the chair.
Then there was a knock on the door, Trunks froze, and confident that the door was locked Pan continued.
"Yes." Came his calmed voice, Pan was impressed.
"Mr. Brief." It was Trunk's Spanish secretary Dacia 'not now' he thought "hmm one of your associates his waiting for his 3 o'clock meeting with you sir."
"Tell him I'll be with him in a moment." Trunks said by now Pan was bobbin her head furiously up and down his length.
"Well sir, he's been waiting for you patiently for some time now." Her cheery voice informed but she was surprised as she tried to open her boss's door to only find it locked.
"Tell him..." He said a small strain evident in his voice "to wait a... little longer."
"Will do." Dacia said, she was about to leave when she remembered something "one more thing sir, employees down at the relations department have been calling saying that they haven't seen your wife in a while now." She informed, " Have you seen her."
Silence.
"Sir."
Silence.
"Sir."
"Hmm, no I haven't." Trunks said with an audible gasp, the hands on her head were trembling. Dende he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away from her mouth, reached down and lifted her to her feet and settled her on his desk. Trunks settled between her legs and kissed her tasting himself in her mouth.
"You sure, her secretary said that Mrs. Brief was going to be with you." Was her reply.
Trunks work with the buttons of Pan blouse, as she continued to stroke him making him lose control on what sanity he has left.
"Sir"
"She's not here." Came Trunks angry reply, on the other side of the door Dacia gave a small o; she was about to leave when the door just flew opened.
"Sorry about that Dacia, as you can tell my husband is a terrible liar." The poor C.C. secretary was in shock as she witnesses her boss's wife fixing her blouse and smoothing out her hair.
"Hmm... no problem... Mrs. Brief." She said, Pan walked passed her wiping the corner of her mouth " tell my husband I'll be in my office." She shot back from behind her.
Back in the office Trunks was trembling from head to toe, eyes close and with clench teeth he was concentrating on fighting this feeling that was torturing his body "oh good afternoon Mr. Chan, good to see you again." He heard Pan greet the associate. Trunks couldn't believe she just left him when he was so close in cumming.
Trunks dropped his sword and lay on the cold floor of his apartment. His body trembling from the memory. 'Must admit she got me good' he told himself "But I can come up with better." A devilish smile appear on his tired face as a plan formed in his head.
WARNING: This chapter is a LEMON (NC-17) meaning SEX! SEX! And other things not suitable for children^-^, so waves BYE BYE if your under the legal age if not ENJOY!
Also the characters are Mirai Trunks & Mirai Pan(from another dimension) that's means they are both in their mid-20s.
Somewhere in Tokyo City, in the center of a dim studio apartment a warrior prince was practicing his katas, he was shirtless and barefoot clad only in some sweat pants. Years of hard training and fighting has giving our young Sayajin prince a well-proportioned physique and chiseled body, his slightly tanned skinned glistened from a thin layer of perspiration from all the powerful techniques and graceful but deadly movements he was doing with his sword, his beautiful deep sapphire eyes hidden behind a blindfold for extra concentration.
He's been at it for almost 4 hours now, trying to forget or maybe trying to think of a good way to get back at his beautiful wife. Since that incident at her office they've been teasing each other mercilessly.
She said that he was going to pay for leaving her wet, horny and wanting but he just laughed it off and told her that she didn't have the guts. Boy! Was he EVER wrong.
He remembers it so vividly, Pan, his little vixen of a mate re-created one of his dormant fantasies...having blow while on the job
He was at C.C taking care of some business that only the President of the company son is able to do, to his annoyance, he hated being restricted to a stupid box "how does Pan do it." He thought to himself. After a few hours going throw some paper work, important documents/insurances, making few phone calls some local some internationally and interviewing new applicants. Trunks was ready to go home and relax. He got up from his leather chair and gave his aching muscles a good stretch before he moved towards the window.
Trunks didn't know how long he's been staring at the pedestrians down at the busy streets of downtown, until he heard his office door open. He turned around ready to bicth out his secretary if she brought him any more papers to sign, but it wasn't his perky secretary that entered his office but his lovely wife leaning against the door frame
"Hey! Boss." She said in a cheerful voice "busy day." Trunks watch as she turned around to close and lock the door before walking towards him wearing her beige business-like pants suit.
"Yea, a bit stressful." He admitted with a smile and it hit him 'she locked the door' at that moment all his instincts became alert "Pan, honey, why did you lock the door."
" Cause I need to talk to you in private." She replied with a smile. Trunks moved away from the window to lean on his desk, not with out catching the suspicious look she had in her eyes.
"Can't it wait till we get home." He inquired; a negative movement of her head was her only reply. "Fine." Trunks said with a sigh "What is it?"
Pan gave him an innocent smile as she looked deep into his eyes before leaning into his right ear and whispered "When was the last time I made you cum Love." The emphasize on the "I" didn't go unnoticed by the young Sayajin.
"Well...I...what...you..." Trunks stuttered, but having Pan face only inched away from his, as much from reflex as from desire he bent his head and kissed her.
Light-headed from his kiss and reckless from it, Pan nipped the side of his neck with her teeth, loving the way her husband body was reacting.
"Damn I need you." He breathed against her ear; his hand dropped lower and pressed her hard against him.
"Mmm I've been graving MEAT all day." She said, moving away from his neck, she slid down his length and onto her knees in front of him. She fumbles with the fly of his pants but before she finished to undo him she directed him towards his leather chair. Now having Trunks in a seating position she curled her fingers around his erection and stroked him, savoring the tremor that went through him and in the way his legs closed around her, his way of not letting her escape. Before Trunks can utter any protest Pan replaced her fingers with her tongue, enjoying the deep groan of pleasure she pulled from him.
Trunks rested his head against the high back of the chair and closed his eyes as he struggled for some control, a stifle sound came from the back of his throat, his hands came down on her head as thought to stop her but lost in the pleasure hadn't the strength.
"Oh, Shit!" He breathed; his hand tightened in her hair but didn't pull her away. Surprised by his sudden outburst Pan laughed but choked in the process, so she pulled back, breathless. "Where did that come from." She asked amused.
"Don't stop." He told her, his hand was still in her hair, urging her back to the task at hand. Pan smiled and put him back in her mouth and slowly sucked him to a frenzy as she watched him clutched at the arms of the chair.
Then there was a knock on the door, Trunks froze, and confident that the door was locked Pan continued.
"Yes." Came his calmed voice, Pan was impressed.
"Mr. Brief." It was Trunk's Spanish secretary Dacia 'not now' he thought "hmm one of your associates his waiting for his 3 o'clock meeting with you sir."
"Tell him I'll be with him in a moment." Trunks said by now Pan was bobbin her head furiously up and down his length.
"Well sir, he's been waiting for you patiently for some time now." Her cheery voice informed but she was surprised as she tried to open her boss's door to only find it locked.
"Tell him..." He said a small strain evident in his voice "to wait a... little longer."
"Will do." Dacia said, she was about to leave when she remembered something "one more thing sir, employees down at the relations department have been calling saying that they haven't seen your wife in a while now." She informed, " Have you seen her."
Silence.
"Sir."
Silence.
"Sir."
"Hmm, no I haven't." Trunks said with an audible gasp, the hands on her head were trembling. Dende he couldn't take it anymore, he pulled away from her mouth, reached down and lifted her to her feet and settled her on his desk. Trunks settled between her legs and kissed her tasting himself in her mouth.
"You sure, her secretary said that Mrs. Brief was going to be with you." Was her reply.
Trunks work with the buttons of Pan blouse, as she continued to stroke him making him lose control on what sanity he has left.
"Sir"
"She's not here." Came Trunks angry reply, on the other side of the door Dacia gave a small o; she was about to leave when the door just flew opened.
"Sorry about that Dacia, as you can tell my husband is a terrible liar." The poor C.C. secretary was in shock as she witnesses her boss's wife fixing her blouse and smoothing out her hair.
"Hmm... no problem... Mrs. Brief." She said, Pan walked passed her wiping the corner of her mouth " tell my husband I'll be in my office." She shot back from behind her.
Back in the office Trunks was trembling from head to toe, eyes close and with clench teeth he was concentrating on fighting this feeling that was torturing his body "oh good afternoon Mr. Chan, good to see you again." He heard Pan greet the associate. Trunks couldn't believe she just left him when he was so close in cumming.
Trunks dropped his sword and lay on the cold floor of his apartment. His body trembling from the memory. 'Must admit she got me good' he told himself "But I can come up with better." A devilish smile appear on his tired face as a plan formed in his head.