Sex Stories: Mr. LarsBar's Nut Factory

Cynthia. Champion of the Sinnoh Region. Master of the Elite Four. Unparalleled archeologist.

Your girlfriend.

Your little slut to fuck at a café toilet stall. Your woman that willingly stood up, bent over, and let you flip over her summer dress. Your personal lover that wore no panties in anticipation for your throbbing cock.

"Fuck me."

You would but not yet. You wanted to test her out, see where she was. Just how badly did your girlfriend want you? Was it as badly as you wanted her? Cynthia was a hot, sexy blonde minx. She could get anyone. Fuck anyone. Her sex drive was high and her options were higher. There was no need to question her, however, as the moment you began foreplay you understood her dedication. The blowjob hadn't been for show.

Cynthia's cunt was so fucking wet that your fingers practically sank inside her. With one finger inside, outlining the shape of her pussy, and you knew she was a delicious gourmet ready to get fucked. With two fingers, you curled and prepped her for the future.

Then came your cock. Teasing, playing but never entering. Not yet. You wanted to hear her beg and she did. Cynthia personally stretched her cunt with her fingers and begged. "Please…inside, my love."

My love. My love. That really riled you up. The tip of your cock teased her while your hands pulled her dress completely back. Her heart-shaped ass appeared connecting to a wonderful set of curves.

It was time. You went inside and she bit her lips.

"Mmm…" Cynthia peered over her shoulder. "I love it…it fills me perfectly."

"Right back at you." Her walls weren't crazy tight. She was snug and wet, a perfect fit for you. "But your pussy is so wet, Cynthia. How long have you been waiting for this?"

Her eyes looked ahead. She bit her bottom lip, exhaling weakly as you went deeper and deeper. Your cock and her cunt—truly a perfect match. A genuine fit of a puzzle piece. "S-so long," she whimpered. "I…we were apart so long and I couldn't…I didn't want to cum until it was with you."

You inhaled sharply. Her ass, her walls, and her words. Everything about her was everything. So fucking perfect that you couldn't help but start railing her brains out.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! 

"God, god…! You're hitting all the right places!" Her breath hitched. She was whispering yet almost yelling. A strange dichotomy that was music to his ears. You went hard. You went fast. Your pelvis slapped her ass repeatedly, like a timed beat. It was glorious.

Cynthia, Pokémon Champion, getting fucked in a black and white summer dress. Your fingers went up her rear, feeling the toned flesh. She didn't have a ridiculously fat booty. She had trained herself for something toned and delectable. Something graspable. Something that fit your hand and that you could grope.

So that was what you did. You fucked her and groped her. You pounded her and didn't give her time to rest.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Oh! Oh! Ooh~! Mmph! Oh! Ah! Ah! Aaah~! That's it, honey! I'm almost there!" Cynthia tilted her head back, grey eyes looking up at you. She looked insane. She looked gorgeous. "Fuck me! Fuck me, love! I-I'm…mmmph!"

The stall shook as you fucked her. Her palms planted to the locked door, the force of your claps like an impossible earthquake, anybody could see from the outside there was some real fucking going on there. You didn't care. Who cared if you got caught? Your job was to fuck your girlfriend till she reached climax—till she reached the high she had been waiting for months.

"You're what?" you asked, spanking her left chess. You didn't leave a print but you did leave her with a moan.

"I'm cumming!"

For the first time in four months, Cynthia came. For the first time in four months, she was touched and fucked and railed by a man. Her boyfriend. You, bringing her satisfaction like no other. Giving her love like no one else could.

Her spine arched. Her ass smacked against you one last time, unmoving. Her eyes rolled back as she gasped. She trembled. Her walls tightened.

"Ooooh~!" A sudden clamp. You winced. Fucking hell, even when you stopped, she was a handful. You spanked her again and her walls reacted. Cynthia heaved till her breathing was in control. You had never seen her so…vulnerable. So meek.

Against her will, her body shuddered. Under her breath, Cynthia whispered, "That was…amazing."

"Want to do it again?" Your cock was still sheathed inside her, nice and hard and ready to fuck. You put your hands on her waist.

Cynthia nodded.

Then, you started fucking her all over again.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

SCHALP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—PLAP—!

"Oh! Oh! Ooh~!" Cynthia howled. She was no longer using her inside voice. You didn't think you'd get her to lose her composure.

"Come on, Cynthia." You leaned over and nibbled on her ear. "Not so loud. People might hear your cute little moans."

She flushed. Her cunt clamped down on him. Hard.

"Ooh. You like that, don't you?"

"N-no," Cynthia stammered. You smiled. She really was losing her composure. Right now, leaning over, your thrusts were slow. Your hips were prodding at her.

You warned her, "Don't worry, I'm going to make you scream your pretty little voice out to the world," and started absolutely drilling into her.

"H-hold on—" Cynthia cut herself off as your cock reintroduced itself to her most sensitive zone. CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! You hit that precious G-spot and hit it so well that she came. She came for the second time today. Her legs shook and she nearly buckled down.

You put yourself on top of her, arms enveloped, and kept fucking. A little slower, but much more consistent in the accuracy of your thrusts. Each time you thrusted, you let out a little moan. Restrained but slowly breaking as you continuously destroyed her cunt.

She loved it. She tried not to show it but she loved it. She loved the perfect shape of your cock. How its precious inches filled her up.

"Mmph! Mmh! Mmmh!" Cynthia bit her lip as she hung on. Getting fucked doggy-style like this, your weight on her, her eyes peeking through the crack of the stall, she let out a girlish moan. "I-I…I'm truly grateful! I truly, wholly love you! I love you! I love you!"

This time, she didn't suppress her voice. This time, her moans was as loud as it could be, echoing through the restroom.

"Woah." You didn't stop rocking your hips. You didn't stop pounding her. You looked at her expression, which was gaping and moaning. "That's new."

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"T-that was…mmph!" Cynthia's body shook with every thrust. Your pelvis against her spectacular ass. Realizing where they were again, she quieted down. "S-sorry…"

"Don't be sorry." You straightened yourself. "I want to hear you again. I want to hear you moan."

"B-but—" Cynthia was cut off as you grabbed her hips and pounded. "Oooh~! Ah! Ah! Ah~! Yes! Yes! Please! That's it!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! SCHALP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—PLAP—!

Her moans grew louder and more urgent. You found yourself going faster, your cock aching with need. You couldn't believe what he was about to do, but you couldn't resist any longer. "Cynthia, I'm—"

This was it. Together, the two of you would come. Together, the two of you would reach the ecstasy you had been wanting to reach for months.

"—o autographs please."

That was until the restroom door opened and a polite voice came in. The footsteps belonged to a pair of long heels. Click-clack! Click-clack!

You and Cynthia froze. Instantly, you sprung forward, placing your weight on her, and clapped your hands around her mouth, silencing her. Your breaths were unsteady. Your hearts were beating outside of their rib cages.

You could hear it. The heels. The throbbing of your cock. Both you and Cynthia were one; therefore, you could hear everything in each other's very soul. Every ounce of sweat dripping from your temples. Every twitch of your nether regions.

All of a sudden, her walls clamped down on you like a corkscrew. You would have stopped if not for the momentum you had already built.

"T-that's…" Cynthia went into a low whisper, spying through the stall's edge. "...that's the new Champion of Kalos, Diantha!"

"Oh? A friend of yours?" You steadied your breathing. The person inside was a woman and washing her hands at the sink. As long as she didn't check the toilet stalls with a keen eye, she wouldn't notice the two sets of feet.

"Y-yes. I mean, no! No," Cynthia hushed back. Diantha, a gorgeous woman herself, removed the pair of black sunglasses she was wearing. "I—she….she looks up to me, is all."

"W-wait, why is she in the men's bathroom?" You asked as you watched her take off a wig. Her hair was short and brown rather than long and blonde.

"She's an actor, she needs her privacy, I think." Cynthia blinked as Diantha turned and looked right at them. Her heart stopped. Yours did too. Did she notice? Did she see you two?

"Fuck…" Your adrenaline was at an all-time high. "Well, if she admires you, then let's show her why."

"H-huh—" Cynthia went wide eyed as you suddenly moved. A small thrust that nearly caused her to gasp. Ahead, Diantha shrugged and went back to the sink. Presumably, she was doing her make-up, away from the public eye.

The stall was filled with the sounds of your moans and the wet slapping noises of your flesh meeting. It wasn't loud enough, however, to break through the sound of the ventilation and running water. Indeed, if it wasn't for those two background factors, the two of you would have long been exposed.

"Mmmm!" Cynthia's moans were held back by the palm of her hand. One hand holding her up, one hand holding her dignity. Her future. If even a single moan got out, then—

Fuck, fuck, fuck! Cynthia's insides were getting obliterated. Your naked pelvis was light yet precise. A homing missile that never missed. For the first time, she wished your cock wasn't so perfect. She wished she wasn't so buttery under your touch.

"I swear, is someone there or is it a Ghastly…?" Diantha's mutters were accompanied by a short look over shoulder, right at the unsuspecting toilet stall. She didn't look down. Lucky. So, so lucky. Otherwise, she would have seen the legs of the legendary Cynthia and her lustful boyfriend. She would have witnessed the pounding of a lifetime.