Tv Tropes Writing Challenge - Trope 4: Coitus Uninterruptus

About 4 years ago now two other writers, Lucianite and Rakked, decided to take a writing challenge and write smut based around Tropes found on Tv Tropes for a week. Here are my entries.

This time the trope is Coitus Uninterruptus, starring a few familiar faces from chapter 2 of Nex Starshine, Jack-of-all-Trades.

This is probably the shortest story so far, but it also takes place a few months before Shapeshifting Seducer. Yay continuity!

Contains: M/F, huge cock, vaginal sex, excessive cum.

Tv Tropes Writing Challenge - Trope 4: Coitus Uninterruptus

Carchar had been a dull place ever since Nex Starshine, the Jack-of-all-Trades had left. Manorro Reef barely left his office ever since the Xyli had “fixed” his little problem. Leaving his secretary, Carmine Cerise, to take care of business as pleasure squeals and loud male grunts came from the other room. Normally Carmine would wait until the end of the day and give her boss any new information about the stock market and whatnot, but today she found some rumours about a shipment of cargo being stolen from The Mithras Corporation. A corporation for which they were a major stockholder.

Carmine cursed and got to her feet, she didn’t want to interrupt the fun her boss had with his little sluts, but she didn’t have a choice. With an exasperated sigh the Sirian woman tapped a key on her desk, causing the door to Manorro’s office to hiss and loud, lewd moans to be heard in the waiting area where Carmine worked. She chose to ignore it as she got to her feet and entered her boss’ office. As soon as she stepped inside the scent of sex hit her, but she tried to ignore it. What was a little harder to ignore, however, was the scene in front of her.

Behind a giant mahogany desk stood her boss, an Ahin that bordered on being eight foot tall, stripped out of his luxurious black suit to show his musclebound body as well as his rough, rusty brown skin, while his stomach was soft and a sandy brown. His face resembled that of an Earthen shark, while his “hair” consisted of several small spikes that had grown to resemble hair that was “slicked back” like so many business men seemed to prefer. Between his legs hung a massive, horse-like cock with the shaft covered in small bumps, currently however it was pounding into a short, curvy Lavi.

The Lavi people had been dubbed “Space Elves” by the humans, after creatures in their fantasy novels and games. Carmine could see why they had chosen a name like that, the Lavi were pale and lovely with pointed ears and it was often difficult to tell men and women apart. Although it was pretty obvious to see that this Lavi was a woman, after Nex had left Manorro had turned the loyal Lavi girl that always sat underneath his desk trying to help him to “get it up” some enhancements as a reward. Now her formerly modest breasts were nearly as big as her head while her, already broad hips, had turned into hips befitting an Ahin woman.

From the looks of it the two of them had been going at it for a while, the Lavi’s completely black eyes had lost their shine to it and she now lied with her mouth in a wide “O” as weak moans occasionally escaped her throat while her huge tits jiggled with each of Manorro’s thrusts, threatening to knock against her chin. Both the curvy body of the Lavi, as well as the musclebound form of her boss, where shining with sweat. Still, Manorro continued his ruthless pumping, watching how the smaller woman’s belly bulged out with each thrust with a shark-like grin on his face.

And he wasn’t the only one in the room having some fun.

At the far right of the room stood a hot tub filled with busty babes, humans, Lathvirians with their four breasts and even a beautiful Malkivian. They all seemed to be enjoying either themselves, or one of the hung, Lavi pretty boys that had entertained Nex and Carmine just a few weeks ago. The Sirian felt a small pang of jealousy as she watched the bodies of those women writhe in pleasure while they squealed in ecstasy, but she had a job to do. Carmine loudly cleared her throat, causing her boss to look up and finally notice her.

‘Ah C.C.,’ he growled in his native tongue as he picked the Lavi up from his desk and pressed her curvy body against his hard, muscular stomach instead. ‘What can I do for you?’ the Ahin asked while he nonchalantly continued bouncing the small, curvy Space Elf on his monstrous member.

‘There are rumours floating around on the extra-net about a shipment of important cargo being stolen from The Mithras Corporation and…are you even listening to me, sir?’ Carmine sighed in annoyance as she felt the Ahin’s eyes on her chest.

Not that she could blame him, she was a fine example of Sirian beauty with her flawless red skin and silky black hair. Of course, most men just eyed her chest. C.C. wasn’t always happy with them, it sometimes got her more attention than she deserved and even with all the technology they had it was difficult and expensive to shop for bras and clothes. But, they were all natural. No surgeries or splicing or any sort of experimental drugs had been involved; the huge, watermelon-sized globes were all natural.

‘Sir!’ Carmine said a little louder, causing the Ahin to shake his head and look her in the eyes once again.

‘Yes, sorry Carmine, what was that about The Mithras Corporation, again?’ He asked as he continued bouncing the curvy little Lavi on his shaft.

Carmine noticed strings of drool coming from the Space Elf’s open mouth and raised an eyebrow at it, but made no comment. The pale little beauties where tougher than they looked, the Lavi could handle body modifications, like splicing and whatnot, almost as well as humans. Instead she cleared her throat again, while resisting the urge to start playing with herself, and explained again that rumours floated around about a shipment of important cargo being stolen from The Mithras Corporation.

‘So what do you advice, sir?’ she asked the Ahin who had a thoughtful expression on his face as he railed the busty Lavi. ‘Should we sell the stocks now in case it turns out to be more than just a rumour? Or do we have faith in the company?’

Manorro looked over his shoulder at one of the screens displaying the Intergalactic Stock Exchange behind him and said. ‘Although their products are of a high quality and sell well, I’d rather not risk it. Sell the stocks and buy a few shares in Aphrodite Industries, it’s a human company that seems to be doing pretty well these past few years.’

‘Understood, si-’

But before she could finish her sentence, Manorro released a loud roar and the Sirian’s eyes widened as she watched the Lavi’s stomach slowly expanding. The Space Elf finally seemed to regain consciousness and released a few frantic gasps as her cunny got stuffed with hot, salty Ahin jizz. Carmine watched as the thick, white goop squirted from the Lavi’s stuffed snatch and couldn’t resist rubbing her thighs together in pleasure. Once Manorro’s climax was over he slowly pulled the Lavi from his massive prick with a lewd, wet sucking sound. This made the curvy woman gasp and moan in his grip as more of the Ahin’s seed escaped her gaping cunny, apparently experiencing great pleasure from it, but Manorro ignored her and put her on the top of his desk. Strings of pussyjuice and cum hanging from his, still erect, monstercock.

‘Well get to it,’ he growled in annoyance. ‘Inform me about how the transaction went at the end of the day,’ he told Carmine, before pointing at a busty, purple-skinned Lathvirian. ‘You! get over here!’ he commanded.

‘Yes sir,’ C.C. sighed as she watched the four-breasted babe giggle and jump out of the tub to run over to the Ahin. Meanwhile she glanced at one of the male Lavi’s and snapped: ‘You! Come with me!’

The pretty boy was only too eager to do so and followed the Sirian back to her desk. C.C. slowly shimmied out of her lacy panties before throwing them at the Lavi and plopping down on her comfortable office chair. Once she sat down she spread her legs and glared up at the Space Elf who was holding her naughty underwear in his hand and looking at it with a dumb grin.

‘Hey, pretty boy,’ Carmine said after a few moments as the Lavi didn’t seem to get the hint. ‘Get under the desk and make my work go by a little faster.’ She instructed him, while petting her wet pussy.

‘Oh! Ah! Sorry miss, I’ll get right to it.’ He said with a grin before dropping to his hands and knees and crawling closer to her plump, shining red cunt.

Carmine sighed happily as his tongue and fingers began to tease her twitching snatch, he wasn’t as good as Nex but not a lot of people had a tongue as long as hers. I should really give her a call sometime. She thought to herself as she started her work for Manorro, while the Ahin had his fun in the other room.

THE END