Sexual Ninja Favors

He sat in the enclosed sun room, sipping away an a nice, cool drink on a very warm day. He looked out a window at his yard, bathed in the light of the sun... it was as close to being outside as he wanted to be on a hot day like this. Which was a real shame, because he was bored out of his skull; there was nothing on TV and he didn't feel like sitting in-front of his computer right now.

He wanted for something, anything to happen, as cliche as that sounded. But, as even more cliche as it sounds, nothing interesting ever happened to him; he was a dull and boring person with a dull and boring life. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before going back to nursing his drink, the ice was melting already, his fingers and the table were getting all wet.

From out of the corner of the window he could have sworn he saw something fying, buthe passed it off as a bug. It wasn't until another thing went flying that he realized that it wasn't a living thing, but an object. Just as he was about to get up to go and see what it was he saw somebody hoping the large wall he had around his yard then dart into a small group of trees, as if hiding. But it obviously wasn't him, because from his vantage point, he could see the person clearly... it was a woman. A very... nice looking woman.

She was a rather sexy little thing, clad in a skimpy white outfit with red trim. The entire thing seemed to be made of a single piece of fabric, covering her from and back; the only place both sides were physically linked was behind her neck. The front half barely covered her impressively sized tits, leaving vast amounts of skin and cleavage open for all the world to see while the back covered the whole of her back. Both sides ended in a long strip, covering her crotch and ass just enough that one wouldn't be able to see her panties. The entire thing was held together by a thin band of red fabric which was tied around her small waist. A short sword in a sheath was tucked into the band, and, despite being covered decently well, he could see her panties; or rather, the sides of her panties which rested on her hips; they were of the tie side variety.

Upon her neck she wore a simple red choker, while her arms were clad in two long, white gloves that reached from the middle of her upper arm all the way to her hands, a black simple ring around either middle finger held the fabric in place. Her legs, meanwhile were clad in a pair of thigh high white stockings.

He leered at her for a damn near a solid minute, but he snapped out of it when he realized that she was, in essence, trespassing on his property. Even if she was an incredibly sexy thing, he couldn't just have her sneaking onto his land; he just had to be a kill joy. That and maybe, just maybe with the threat of the police, she would be willing to do... certain things to get around legal problems. Things that he'd enjoy very much doing with a sexy girl like that.

Rising to his feet, he made his way to the door and, taking a deep breath, he opened it; the heat of the summer day hit him like he had just opened an oven set to 400 that had been going for half an hour. He narrowed his eyes due to the brightness of the sun and looked over at her, still hiding behind some trees; she looked tense, as if she were expecting something to come at her at any moment.

"Hey, you there. This is private property, you know."

He called out, and a split second later her head turned to face him, her eyes wide. Within the blink of an eye she turns her body toward him and began to move, running straight at him like a bull charging a red cape. He'd like to say that he was ready to move out of the way, but that would be a lie; he was far too busy watching her large, barely contained breasts bouncing as she came ever closer to even consider moving to the side. That is, of course, until it was too late to do anything other than tense his body to prepare for the blow.

And it came, but it wasn't a fist, or a foot, or even her sword; instead, she plowed into him with her forearms as she lept into the air, sending him sprawling to the hard wood floor. Just as he thought it was over, she landed right on top of him, and for a moment he felt those large, soft breasts pressing against his chest, along with the rest of her small, slender frame. She felt so light while on top of him, all except for her chest that is; it felt so heavy, like most of her body weight was in her breasts. He could smell her, a mix of sweat and some other scent that he couldn't put his finger on, but it was sweet while not being sickingly so.

He looked up at this strange woman, and oddly she looked down at him; their eyes locked for less than a second, but he could tell that she didn't have a desire to hurt him. Her eyes were so soft and clear, he had the feeling that it wasn't in her nature to harm a living thing. Before he knew it, she was on her feet, she barely made a sound as she went to the door and slammed it shut, then secured every lock he had on it before the presses her back against it, bracing it further with her own weight.

He sat up, groaning slightly, but that came to a quick end when she pressed a finger to her lips. Then, she turned her head and pressed an ear against the door as best she could, as though trying to listen for something, but what it could be was beyond him. She listened intently, breathing only in quick, short bursts, giving him a show as her breasts jiggled as she inhaled and exhaled so quickly.



She pressed him against the wall, her large, barely restrained breasts pushing against his chest, a hand slipping into his pants, searching for his dick. Finding it rock hard and ready to go, she smirks at him, and then licks her lips, making him groan. With the shaft firmly in place in her hand, she moves down, onto her knees as she pulled his pants down, freeing his member, exposing it to the air. Before he can even groan, she presses the head against her moist, pink lips... and then, she parts them, slipping it inside, her tongue already working it over.

He moans and groans, writhing against the wall as her warm, moist mouth and tongue work his shaft without mercy, sucking and licking at it. He places a hand on the back of her head, taking hold of the ribbon holding her hair back, and then rips it away. She moans around him as her hair falls free, her head already starting to bob on his shaft, taking him into her throat over and over again, moving ever faster, her tongue struggling to keep up with the sucking.

The fingers of both his hands worm their way into her hair as he leans forward, trying to drive his dick deeper down her throat, trying to spur her to go faster...




She pulls his shaft from her mouth, moaning at the feel of his seed hitting her face as she keeps on working her tits around him, trying to draw out his orgasm. She extends her tongue, hoping for a few wads to hit it as he covers her face and, by gravity, her tits, as some of it slips off her face, falling onto them. Every time a wad hits her little pink muscle, she moans louder, then sucks it up quickly, only to extend it again, to get more

But, even with the paradise that is between her tits, his orgasm comes to an end, the flow of cum halting. And, once it does finish, she goes about the large, but pleasant --for her, anyway-- task of cleaning up the mess he's made... and that starts by wrapping her lips around his dick once again. He cries out in pleasure as he feels himself being engulfed by her, his manhood refusing to go limp as she sucks it clean, tongue working it over, to make sure she doesn't miss any.

Once she's sure its clean, she removes her mouth from him, and then, she pulls her tits away. He sighs sadly, feeling them move away... but, soon enough, that sadness takes a back seat to his recovery. He goes to his knees, panting softly as he recovers, watching as goes about cleaning herself up, which is mostly scooping up his warm, sticky seed with her hands and then licking it up. She moans at the taste, making sure to get every little bit of it, the sight of her doing that, the sound of her moaning because of the taste... it's just getting him harder, to the point where it feels like the skin of his dick may just rip apart.

Maybe she knew that would happen, maybe she didn't... but, regardless, she took one look at his twitching, hard dick, then looked up at him, a smile on her lips, as if she were pleased to see she could have such an effect on him.




She lays down, onto her back, breasts jiggling with her movements as she plants her feet firmly onto the ground, causing her lower half to lift up, off the ground, giving her ass a few inches of clearence. Her legs open widely for him, a hand pulling up the flap of fabric covering her crotch, showing him both her little white panties and how wet she's become. She beacons him with the other, telling him without words to have at her... and he obliges her.

He slips between her legs, dick already hard again, hands grabbing the little bows on her hips made by tying the strings of her panties. With a quick pull of both they come undone, and with a quick flick of the wrist with one hand the panties are cast away, leaving her open and oh so exposed to the world. She moans softly, feeling the cool air hitting her moist little opening, a chill runs up her spine as a slight breeze manages to hit at just the right moment. Then she cries out in pleasure as his thumbs press into either side of her slit, pulling the lips open as wide as he can manage.

He leans forward and takes a few, deep whiffs of her little hole as it oozes, telling him just how horny he's gotten her. Then, with a low cry of pleasure, his thumbs inch inside of her little opening, her hips jerking backwards and then forwards, as if she were trying to get away from the invaders but then realizing that she wants it, only to change her mind once more.

Her mewls and moans, body shaking as his thumbs sink ever deeper inside, stretching her open even further... that is, until he finally reaches her limit; he simply can't pull her open any further, short of tearing her tender skin. Slowly, he inches them apart while still inside of her, stretching her slick, warm love canal open, almost as wide as he managed to get her slit.

One would expect him to slip his tongue or penis into her at this point, but he has other ideas at the moment. And, much to her embarrassment, one of them just so happens to be his peering inside of her; he can't help but notice how wet she is, just how pink and tender she is on the inside. She apparently notices this, her view a little more than obscured by her breasts, but she can see it enough to realize that he's actually looking inside of her.

"No, don't look at me like that...!"

She mumbles softly as her hands try to push his face away. He couldn't help but laugh at her reaction; there was something just so funny about the way that even the most lewd, scantily clad and sexually charged of women could become so incredibly shy the instant a man wanted to look inside of them.