No Negotiation
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Adult ++
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No Negotiation
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PENTHOUSE GUNDAM
letter 3
No Negotiation
Dear Penthouse,
After reading your publication at my baka friend Duo\'s house, I have to admit I thought it was all just porn cranked out by professional writers for horny old men and perverts in sexual over-drive like my afore mentioned friend. I certainly never thought I would one day write one of these letters, but recently I\'ve been converted and come to the realization that the impossible does happen.
After the war I began working for Relena in the capacity of bodyguard. We rarely meshed, for she was always in the public eye and I remained hidden in the shadows, ever watchful for the unexpected, ...however, I later became quite surprised that the unexpected was to come from not an enemy, but from the very source I was protecting.
~~~~
A couple weeks ago there was some unrest between the colony delegates, and Relena was sent to act as a go-between/negotiator. She\'s always been the prim and proper, calm, level-headed peacemaker who\'s strong but easy-going personality incited others to trust her.
The talks had not been going smoothly and it had been a particularly grueling day for her, when I followed her back to her hotel room which she was also using as an office. For once, there was no kiss-ass assistants or pain the ass reporters lurking about to harass her. It was just her... and me.
She stood in the living room of the suite and smiled at me, inviting me to have a drink. I duly declined, and went about my business of checking out all the rooms for unexpected \'guests\' , surveillance equipment, etc, and once I had completed my survey of the parameter, I returned to the main room to prepare to leave.
However, Ms. Relena seemed to have other plans...
She stood beside a large couch covered in pillows, peelinf hef her suit jacket. Now that in itself sounds innocent enough... it\'s just what was under it that was bordering on the obscene.
I was frozen, toppling on the edge of the short steps leading to the sunken sitting area. Her light blue jacket hit the floor, followed by the long straight matching skirt. Her pale skin glowed, and her hair seemed to sparkle in the light of the setting sun shining through the windows. She looked like an angel... An angel ready to fall.
The tight white see-through lace of the merry widow molded her waist almost waspishly, and the lace around the top was only nipple high. I couldn\'t tear my eyes away from the flash of dusky pink that was exposed with every step she took towards me. I knew I should turn away and leave, but me, a seasoned warrior, a member of the elite guard, was unable to do more than stand there in shock.
She pressed the length of her body against mine, and slid her hand across the front of my pants. \"So this is where you keep your gun.\" She was almost purring when she squeezed me hard, and pulled me to the couch. This was not the demure, always correct, always dignified Relena I had known for years. This was like something Duo\'s wacky girlfriend Hilde would have done to him. Not Relena.
She bit my bottom lip and gave me a rough shove onto the couch. I lay there, sprawled back amongst the pillows in a daze, until she joined me and straddled my lap with her long long legs on either side of me. It was then I noticed the panties... they were nothing... just a tiny scrap of transparent silk made to draw attention to the aroused, wet assets they weren\'t even pretending to hide. The matching stockings were held up only by thin strips of lace that framed smooth creamy thighs that begged to be licked.
My hands itched to touch her, but I still had enough control that I kept my hands motionless by my side. This seemed to not please my princess...
Pouting, she burned a trail of alternating wet kisses and licks down my jaw and neck, to the open collar of my shirt, before attacking the buttons with her teeth. She was quite aggressive and while I offered no help in her quest, I also put up no resistance. She swiftly had me naked and exposed to her every whim.
I still managed no visible reaction, other than the traitorous stiff erection that kept nudging silksilk in various places. I maintained my control until the point where her hair grazed my stomach and her lips met the head of my cock. She licked across the tip and gave it a little kiss as she peered up at me through her bangs. From her small quick smile I knew she had seen the thin sheen of sweat across my face. Knowing she had me hooked, and obviously proud of the effectiveness of her feminine wiles, she went down on me hard; encompassing me in warmth and wetness, with soft lips and tongue and steady suction. Giving in to my surrender, my hands moved into her hair as she sucked me into the back of her throat before pulling up again. I thought I was in heaven until she stopped completely and stood up.
\"Do you want it Heero?\" She ran a hand across her rose tipped breasts, taunt and pouting over the lacy fluff, before traveling down her stomach to slip inside the tiny triangle of panties. Through the thin material I watcher her nails sift through the neatly trimmed muff of gold before disappearing between the two plump folds hiding her sex.
\"What have you done with Relena?\" I tore my gaze away from her ever moving fingers to look into her eyes.
\"The old Relena got tired of demurely waiting for you to finally make a move; I really think that if it were left up to you, you\'d let things continue on as they have for years; you can be such a noble prude sometimes, so I decided I was going to have to take matters into my own hands.\" She smiled at me.... so sweet and pure... and pulled wet fingers out of her panties before leaning down and rubbing them across my mouth.
I closed my eyes and gave up. The spicy smell of the woman I had denied myself yea years was more temptation than even I could withstand. I opened my mouth and sealed my fate.
She was sweet and salty, and I became addicted. The effervescent panties disappeared with one little tug, and the merry widow needed even less encouragement to spill it\'s contents completely to expose two ivory breasts which immediately became devoured by my mouth. My fingers traced through the gold softness before finding her heat and delving inside. She was perfection as she pushed against my fingers; head thrown back, and I licked and bit her nipples like candy. Her hips moved frantically... searching for a release she...~WE~ had waited years for, then unexpectedly she stopped to kiss me. Just a kiss... before pushing me completely flat on the couch and grabbing my erection. Straddling me again, she aimed, then hit home in one swift downward stroke. It was heaven. Propping her hands on my chest for leverage, she pulled up until only the head remained inside. Looking down, it was the most erotic site I\'d ever seen... the woman I\'d dreamed of for years poised on the tip of my cock preparing to take me inside her once again. She smiled that innate \'witchy woman\' smile and dropped. She rode me hard, giving me a demonstration of what she had been telling me forever... she is no delicate flower too fragile to touch... she is a woman, and she knows what she wants.
I held her ass to hold her steady and rubbed her clit between two fingers. Her muscles clinched at me as if trying to get more and more until her orgasm burst over her and she screamed my name. Her tightness drove me over the edge and, losing complete control, I released myself inside her.
I should have known better than ever resist her...
A woman with a mission always gets her man.
~~~
It was early the next morning, when the call came in over her private line. We were in bed after finally making it off the couch, into the shower, then to bed, (christening each location) and finally falling into an exhausted sleep. I threw on a t-shirt and answered the call, which I immediately regretted. Duo Maxwell\'s maniacally smiling face was not the one I would have chosen to see first thing in the morning.
\"Heero old buddy, imagine finding you there!\"
I glared, but said nothing.
\"Soooo how\'d you like all that white frilly stuff ?\"
\"What?\" Surely he wasn\'t referring to the white concoction Relena the temptress, had worn under her suit yesterday and revealed to me last night!
But it turned out he was. It seems that when Relena had become inpatient and decided what she wanted, she had turned to Duo\'s girlfriend Hilde for help and instructions. Hilde... was a crazy woman, Duo\'s match in every god-forsaken way, and they always seem to be in perpetual heat. They\'re always playing games, and it\'s well known that they have huge hordes of costumes and paraphernalia (a person has to be careful about looking in their closets and kitchen cabinets while visiting)... I suppose I should consider myself lucky that she didn\'t give Relena a whip and chains... Hn. ...Maybe I should ask Duo exactly where that store is....
I have to go make a phone call now...
Heero Y.
ambushed into believing
PENTHOUSE GUNDAM
letter 3
No Negotiation
Dear Penthouse,
After reading your publication at my baka friend Duo\'s house, I have to admit I thought it was all just porn cranked out by professional writers for horny old men and perverts in sexual over-drive like my afore mentioned friend. I certainly never thought I would one day write one of these letters, but recently I\'ve been converted and come to the realization that the impossible does happen.
After the war I began working for Relena in the capacity of bodyguard. We rarely meshed, for she was always in the public eye and I remained hidden in the shadows, ever watchful for the unexpected, ...however, I later became quite surprised that the unexpected was to come from not an enemy, but from the very source I was protecting.
~~~~
A couple weeks ago there was some unrest between the colony delegates, and Relena was sent to act as a go-between/negotiator. She\'s always been the prim and proper, calm, level-headed peacemaker who\'s strong but easy-going personality incited others to trust her.
The talks had not been going smoothly and it had been a particularly grueling day for her, when I followed her back to her hotel room which she was also using as an office. For once, there was no kiss-ass assistants or pain the ass reporters lurking about to harass her. It was just her... and me.
She stood in the living room of the suite and smiled at me, inviting me to have a drink. I duly declined, and went about my business of checking out all the rooms for unexpected \'guests\' , surveillance equipment, etc, and once I had completed my survey of the parameter, I returned to the main room to prepare to leave.
However, Ms. Relena seemed to have other plans...
She stood beside a large couch covered in pillows, peelinf hef her suit jacket. Now that in itself sounds innocent enough... it\'s just what was under it that was bordering on the obscene.
I was frozen, toppling on the edge of the short steps leading to the sunken sitting area. Her light blue jacket hit the floor, followed by the long straight matching skirt. Her pale skin glowed, and her hair seemed to sparkle in the light of the setting sun shining through the windows. She looked like an angel... An angel ready to fall.
The tight white see-through lace of the merry widow molded her waist almost waspishly, and the lace around the top was only nipple high. I couldn\'t tear my eyes away from the flash of dusky pink that was exposed with every step she took towards me. I knew I should turn away and leave, but me, a seasoned warrior, a member of the elite guard, was unable to do more than stand there in shock.
She pressed the length of her body against mine, and slid her hand across the front of my pants. \"So this is where you keep your gun.\" She was almost purring when she squeezed me hard, and pulled me to the couch. This was not the demure, always correct, always dignified Relena I had known for years. This was like something Duo\'s wacky girlfriend Hilde would have done to him. Not Relena.
She bit my bottom lip and gave me a rough shove onto the couch. I lay there, sprawled back amongst the pillows in a daze, until she joined me and straddled my lap with her long long legs on either side of me. It was then I noticed the panties... they were nothing... just a tiny scrap of transparent silk made to draw attention to the aroused, wet assets they weren\'t even pretending to hide. The matching stockings were held up only by thin strips of lace that framed smooth creamy thighs that begged to be licked.
My hands itched to touch her, but I still had enough control that I kept my hands motionless by my side. This seemed to not please my princess...
Pouting, she burned a trail of alternating wet kisses and licks down my jaw and neck, to the open collar of my shirt, before attacking the buttons with her teeth. She was quite aggressive and while I offered no help in her quest, I also put up no resistance. She swiftly had me naked and exposed to her every whim.
I still managed no visible reaction, other than the traitorous stiff erection that kept nudging silksilk in various places. I maintained my control until the point where her hair grazed my stomach and her lips met the head of my cock. She licked across the tip and gave it a little kiss as she peered up at me through her bangs. From her small quick smile I knew she had seen the thin sheen of sweat across my face. Knowing she had me hooked, and obviously proud of the effectiveness of her feminine wiles, she went down on me hard; encompassing me in warmth and wetness, with soft lips and tongue and steady suction. Giving in to my surrender, my hands moved into her hair as she sucked me into the back of her throat before pulling up again. I thought I was in heaven until she stopped completely and stood up.
\"Do you want it Heero?\" She ran a hand across her rose tipped breasts, taunt and pouting over the lacy fluff, before traveling down her stomach to slip inside the tiny triangle of panties. Through the thin material I watcher her nails sift through the neatly trimmed muff of gold before disappearing between the two plump folds hiding her sex.
\"What have you done with Relena?\" I tore my gaze away from her ever moving fingers to look into her eyes.
\"The old Relena got tired of demurely waiting for you to finally make a move; I really think that if it were left up to you, you\'d let things continue on as they have for years; you can be such a noble prude sometimes, so I decided I was going to have to take matters into my own hands.\" She smiled at me.... so sweet and pure... and pulled wet fingers out of her panties before leaning down and rubbing them across my mouth.
I closed my eyes and gave up. The spicy smell of the woman I had denied myself yea years was more temptation than even I could withstand. I opened my mouth and sealed my fate.
She was sweet and salty, and I became addicted. The effervescent panties disappeared with one little tug, and the merry widow needed even less encouragement to spill it\'s contents completely to expose two ivory breasts which immediately became devoured by my mouth. My fingers traced through the gold softness before finding her heat and delving inside. She was perfection as she pushed against my fingers; head thrown back, and I licked and bit her nipples like candy. Her hips moved frantically... searching for a release she...~WE~ had waited years for, then unexpectedly she stopped to kiss me. Just a kiss... before pushing me completely flat on the couch and grabbing my erection. Straddling me again, she aimed, then hit home in one swift downward stroke. It was heaven. Propping her hands on my chest for leverage, she pulled up until only the head remained inside. Looking down, it was the most erotic site I\'d ever seen... the woman I\'d dreamed of for years poised on the tip of my cock preparing to take me inside her once again. She smiled that innate \'witchy woman\' smile and dropped. She rode me hard, giving me a demonstration of what she had been telling me forever... she is no delicate flower too fragile to touch... she is a woman, and she knows what she wants.
I held her ass to hold her steady and rubbed her clit between two fingers. Her muscles clinched at me as if trying to get more and more until her orgasm burst over her and she screamed my name. Her tightness drove me over the edge and, losing complete control, I released myself inside her.
I should have known better than ever resist her...
A woman with a mission always gets her man.
~~~
It was early the next morning, when the call came in over her private line. We were in bed after finally making it off the couch, into the shower, then to bed, (christening each location) and finally falling into an exhausted sleep. I threw on a t-shirt and answered the call, which I immediately regretted. Duo Maxwell\'s maniacally smiling face was not the one I would have chosen to see first thing in the morning.
\"Heero old buddy, imagine finding you there!\"
I glared, but said nothing.
\"Soooo how\'d you like all that white frilly stuff ?\"
\"What?\" Surely he wasn\'t referring to the white concoction Relena the temptress, had worn under her suit yesterday and revealed to me last night!
But it turned out he was. It seems that when Relena had become inpatient and decided what she wanted, she had turned to Duo\'s girlfriend Hilde for help and instructions. Hilde... was a crazy woman, Duo\'s match in every god-forsaken way, and they always seem to be in perpetual heat. They\'re always playing games, and it\'s well known that they have huge hordes of costumes and paraphernalia (a person has to be careful about looking in their closets and kitchen cabinets while visiting)... I suppose I should consider myself lucky that she didn\'t give Relena a whip and chains... Hn. ...Maybe I should ask Duo exactly where that store is....
I have to go make a phone call now...
Heero Y.
ambushed into believing