Secrets of Rocket III - A Little Minx (R18+)

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Oh, the joy of being a boss in Team Rocket. I stood in the elevator, hands casually tucked into my pockets, trying to maintain that cold, stern expression that all good bosses should have. But inside, I'm laughing like a hyena on nitrous oxide. This is just too funny.

"You know, Miss... what's-your-name," I say, snapping my fingers as if trying to remember. I don't know her name, of course. It's just funnier this way. "Betraying Team Rocket is a serious offense. Not that you would, of course. You're devoted, I can tell." I give her a sideways glance, seeing her stand a little taller at the compliment. Oh, this is too easy.

"But, hypothetically," I continue, turning to face her fully. "If someone were to, say, leave the boss unsatisfied..." I pause, letting the words hang in the air. She's frowning now, her brows furrowed in thought. It's like watching a little hamster run on a wheel.

"Unsatisfied, sir?" she asks, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing out loud.

"Oh, yes," I say, nodding sagely. "You see, satisfaction is key in this organization. And when the boss isn't satisfied..." I lean in, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, let's just say there's a certain... punishment involved."

She pales slightly, and I have to look away, pretending to study the elevator buttons intently. "A thousand cuts," I say, my voice shaking with suppressed laughter. "All metaphorical, of course. But still, quite unpleasant."

She's silent for a moment, and I can see the gears turning in her head. "But sir," she says finally, "how would one go about... satisfying you?"

I turn to her, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth. "Well, Miss what's-your-name," I say, my voice dripping with innuendo. "I'm sure you can think of something. Something... physical, perhaps."

I watch as her eyes widen in realization, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to burst out laughing. She's so delightfully naive, it's almost too much to handle.

"If you want a massage, sir," she says, her voice filled with innocent determination. "I can try my best. I don't have much experience, but I'm sure I can figure it out."

Oh, the sweet summer child. I can't help but reach out, placing my hands on her chin and tilting her face up towards mine. Her eyes are wide and earnest, and it's all I can do to keep a straight face.

"Well, Miss what's-your-name," I say, my voice low and teasing. "I do fancy a massage. But you see, I want you to use something specific." I pause, leaning in slightly, watching as her eyes widen even further. "I want you to use your lips. And I want you to massage... my lips."

The moment of realization is priceless. Her eyes widen, her cheeks flush a deep, delightful red, and her mouth forms a perfect little 'O' of surprise. It's like watching a sunrise, if sunrises were hilariously awkward and slightly inappropriate.

"O-of course, B-Boss," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. Her face is beet red now, and I can see the pulse fluttering in her neck. She's nervous, but there's something else there too. Something that makes this game all the more interesting.

I step back, a smirk playing at the corners of my mouth as I release her chin. "Good," I say, my voice filled with mock seriousness. "I'm glad we understand each other. Now, get on it."

She hesitates for a moment, her cheeks still flushed, her eyes still wide. But then she takes a deep breath, steeling herself, and leans in. Her lips press against mine, soft and innocent, a gentle, tentative kiss. It's sweet, really. Almost chaste.

But I'm not in the mood for sweet. I'm not in the mood for chaste. I'm in the mood for something much more... intense.

I grab her by the back of the neck, pulling her closer, deepening the kiss. My lips move against hers, hard and demanding, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth. She gasps, surprised, and I take advantage, exploring her mouth, claiming it as my own. It's savage, it's brutal, and it's exactly what I want.

She melts against me, her body pressing against mine, her hands clutching at my shirt. I can feel her heart pounding, her breath coming in quick, desperate gasps. And I laugh, internally, delighting in the power, the control.

But then, as suddenly as I started, I stop. I pull away, my hands still gripping her neck, my eyes locked onto hers. Her lips are swollen, her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glazed with a mixture of shock and desire.

"Pathetic," I say, my voice cold and harsh. "That was barely even a kiss. I've had better from a Magikarp." I release her, stepping back, my eyes raking over her disheveled form with disdain. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want to satisfy me."

She stands there, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, her eyes downcast. I can see the wheels turning in her head, see the struggle between her humiliation and her determination. It's almost endearing. Almost.

"I... I'm sorry, sir," she stammers, her voice barely a whisper. "I... I can do better. I promise."

I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. "Oh, really?" I say, my voice dripping with skepticism. "And how do you plan on doing that?"

She hesitates, her hands fluttering nervously at her sides. Then, with a deep breath, she reaches down, grabbing the hem of her t-shirt. She pulls it up, inch by inch, revealing smooth, pale skin. She's embarrassed, I can tell. Her cheeks are bright red, her eyes are cast downwards, and her hands are shaking. But there's a determination in her gaze, a steely resolve that's almost impressive.

She pulls the shirt over her head, dropping it to the floor. She's standing there in her bra, a simple, practical thing, black and unadorned. Her breasts are small, perky, barely contained by the cups. I can see the swell of them, the smooth, creamy skin, the hint of cleavage. It's a good look for her. A very good look.

She reaches out, taking my hand, her fingers trembling slightly. She guides it to her chest, pressing it against the swell of her breast. Her skin is warm, soft, and I can feel her heart pounding beneath my touch.

"Is... is this better, sir?" she asks, her voice barely a whisper. Her eyes are wide, uncertain, seeking approval.

I smirk, my fingers curling, squeezing slightly. "It's a start," I say, my voice cold, critical. "But you're still a long way from satisfying me. These are barely a handful. I've seen better on a Jigglypuff."

She flinches, her eyes flickering with hurt. But she doesn't pull away. She doesn't give up. Instead, she takes a deep breath, her shoulders squaring, her chin lifting. "I... I can do better, sir," she says, her voice steadier now, more determined

As she hesitantly reached out, her hand trembling slightly, she began to rub my crotch with all the finesse of a teenager trying to start a fire with two sticks. I had to stifle a laugh at her awkward attempts, but damn if it wasn't turning me on.

"That's... that's the spirit," I managed to say, my voice a bit rougher than intended. Her touch was clumsy, but there was something endearing about her determination.

She started to slither down my body, her movements more akin to a snake trying to shed its skin than a seductress. Her breasts rubbed against my suit, leaving a trail of warmth that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel my cock stirring, eager for more.

As she reached my crotch, she paused, her face hovering just above my growing bulge. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of uncertainty and determination. Then, with a deep breath, she nuzzled her face against my crotch, her cheek pressing against the fabric of my pants.

I let out a low groan, my hands clenching at my sides. This was getting interesting.

She looked up at me again, her eyes locked onto mine as she tentatively licked the outline of my cock over the fabric. Her tongue was warm and wet, and the sight of her on her knees, looking up at me with those wide, innocent eyes, was almost enough to make me lose control.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath, my mind racing with a mix of amusement and arousal. This was like watching a porno directed by a five-year-old, but damn if it wasn't hot.

Her movements were awkward, her touch uncertain, but there was something about her eagerness to please that was incredibly arousing. I could feel my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, desperate for more.

"Keep going," I urged, my voice low and husky. I wanted to see how far she would go, how much she would give to please me. And judging by the look in her eyes, she was ready to give it her all.

As she finally managed to unzip my pants, my cock sprang free, hard and eager. Her eyes widened in shock and awe at the sight of it—thick, girthy, and mean-looking. She let out a soft gasp, her hand hovering uncertainly over it, like she wasn't quite sure what to do with this monster she'd unleashed.

"Oh, god," she murmured, her voice a mix of fear and fascination. "It's... it's so big."

I smirked, amused by her reaction. "Why, thank you," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "Now, be a good girl and wrap those pretty lips around it."

She looked up at me, her eyes wide with a mix of uncertainty and determination. Then, with a deep breath, she leaned in, her lips parting as she tentatively took the head of my cock into her mouth.

As she struggled to take more of my cock into her mouth, her muffled groans filled the air, her voice vibrating against my shaft. "Mmph... gah... it's too big," she choked out, her eyes watering as she looked up at me, her cheeks flushed and her lips stretched wide.

I smirked, my hands tightening in her hair. "Come on, sweetheart," I growled. "You can do better than that. Relax your throat. Take it all like a good girl."

She let out a whimper, her body tensing as she tried to relax her throat. "I... I'm twying," she mumbled around my cock, her tongue sliding against my shaft as she attempted to massage it. Her efforts were clumsy but eager, her determination to please me evident in every awkward movement.

I could feel her throat constricting around the head of my cock, her muscles tensing as she struggled to take me deeper. Her insides were warm and wet, her tongue sliding against my shaft in a desperate attempt to please me. It was a sensation unlike any other, her mouth a tight, wet haven that I wanted to lose myself in.

She was squatting in front of me, her body trembling with the effort of staying balanced. I took advantage of her position, my boot-clad foot nudging against her pussy, rubbing against her through the fabric of her pants. She let out a muffled moan, her body jerking slightly at the unexpected contact.

"That's it," I groaned, my hips thrusting forward as I began to fuck her mouth in earnest. "Take it all. Show me what that mouth can do."

Her moans grew louder, her body trembling as I gripped her head like a fleshlight, my fingers tangling in her hair as I thrust into her mouth with reckless abandon. Her throat constricted around my cock, her muscles tensing as she struggled to take me deeper. Her tongue slid against my shaft, her attempts to massage it growing more desperate, more frantic.

But I wasn't ready to come just yet. I wanted more from her, and I was going to get it.

"Stop now," I commanded, my voice rough with desire. I pulled her head back, my cock slipping out of her mouth with a wet pop. She gasped for air, her cheeks flushed and her eyes watering. "Get up and turn around."

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