Vanessa wishes Gregory would understand that she means him no harm. As a security guard in a venue where hulking pieces of sentient metal act more and more erratic with each passing day, it is her duty to keep the people who come in and out of the Pizzaplex safe. Even little boys who are out and about to cause trouble after hours.
Although, a lot of the time, she wonders if she also needs safekeeping. More often than not Vanessa will find herself in situations she has no memory of getting herself into, and despite knowing who causes those lapses, there's really no getting around it. She's done everything in her power.
It's a lonely existence, moving through life with a steadfast goal and a constant voice in her head. She is a grown woman after all, and as devoted to the cause as she is, she still inhabits a human body that requires maintenance. Food, sleep, daily showers, fresh clothing, bathroom breaks.
Sometimes the entity in her head gets mischievous, showing her flashes that leave her flushed and aching. Sometimes it gets bold, and she will come across animatronics in compromising positions which would be funny due to their lack of genitalia, but other times a metal paw will cup one of her breasts.
She's grown-up enough to admit she's fingered herself in the privacy of her den pretty often, to the point where she's considered purchasing herself a dildo or a pocket pussy, depending on how she's feeling.
That's not the point, though. She has a feeling that if she wanted to be persuasive, she could plead a case with the anomaly to let her experience more than just a grope from one of the many buckets of bolts roaming around the venue. But what Vanessa wants is to feel soft, warm, human skin.
The problem at hand however, is that she's the sole human that haunts the venue after hours. Even technicians are encouraged to leave the moment the building closes its doors.
She's the sole adult human, anyway.
Wayward children come and go and Vanessa considers herself to be a—more or less—sane person with morals, meaning she has no interest in anyone not old enough to drive. In fact, the idea of dating anyone even remotely younger than herself is one of the biggest turn offs she could possibly think of, if thinking about dating was something she did often. Most of the time her thoughts don't stray past what the anomaly in her brain wants.
Gregory is proving to be more of a problem than she anticipated in more ways than one. For starters, he's a little jerk who isn't above playing dirty. The third time he wiggled out of her grasp he did so by kicking her between the legs, an action that did not have the intended effect.
Vanessa had let him go out of embarrassment, not because it had hurt her. Quite the opposite, the top of his sneakers colliding with her groin made tingling pleasure settle on the inside of her thighs. She isn't sure how exactly Gregory managed to reach the correct conclusion since there's no way the kid has been on this planet more than a decade, but the number of times he's grabbed her tits to get her to let him go increases in frequency.
It's this propensity for inappropriateness that hatches a plan.
Two hours after the Pizzaplex closes its doors, Vanessa settles in the smallest security office closest to the atrium. She keeps the lights off and doors shut, the security monitors on, and a convenient crate just below the window outside.
She removes her white button shirt and sits in front of the monitors, resting her massive breasts on the desk as she gets to work transcribing incident reports.
She's unsure if this will work, if a lacy white bra that can barely contain her tits is enough of a turn on for young boys to stop in their tracks, but it's worth a try.
A new problem emerges, this time in the form of her actually enjoying stripping down to get work done. Part of her wants to completely undress and sit there naked as she does her job, or, better yet, make her rounds around the Pizzaplex in nothing but her hat.
She wonders how the animatronics would react.
It must be nightmarish. Experiencing arousal and being unable to do anything about it.
Vanessa grabs one of her tits to give herself a soft squeeze, and when that feels too good to ignore, she leans back in her chair to grab the other. She massages herself, scratchy lace and soft skin making her sigh. Her nipples harden and she pinches them both at the same time through the padding, tugging just enough to hurt before letting go.
She keeps at it, her hips moving in slight circles when her work pants ride up just enough to choke her pussy. She bites her lip the hotter she gets. She wants to fuck, to shove something inside of her and she doesn't care what it is. Cold metal or the most phallic object in the office, she does not care .
A shadow creeps up from the bottom edge of the window, quickly vanishes, but then slowly creeps up again. This time it does not move away.
Gotcha , Vanessa thinks, but she's too engaged in herself to spring her original plan into action.
The thought of an audience makes the hair at the back of her neck prickle with excitement, even if she knows it shouldn't. She should stop. She should put her shirt back on and run laps around Rockstar Row until she calms herself down, but she doesn't want to.
It's not like anyone would know.
Vanessa swivels her chair just enough so her attention can remain on the monitors while the rest of her is in clearer view from the window. She can see the top of Gregory's head out of the corner of her eye, his fingers gripping the ledge as he balances on his tiptoes on top of the crate she left out for him.
Grabbing the top of her bra, Vanessa flips it down so that her tits are on full display.
One of the hands on the window disappears and she smiles, not needing to think too hard about where that hand is going.
She pinches her nipples, rubbing them between thumb and forefinger until they're nice and hard. She pulls on them, and her tits are big enough for it to hurt when she tries to lift them by the nubs alone. Letting one of them go, Vanessa takes the other between both her hands and brings it close enough to her mouth that she can lick the nipple, sucking it into her mouth.
An errant thought whispers how she wishes they were full of milk, but that voice was definitely not her own. The entity in her mind is watching closely, not taking over, but enjoying the depravity of the ride.
It's right. Vanessa wishes her breasts were swollen with milk, because she wants nothing more than to pop it into a certain boy's mouth and have him suck for hours. She wouldn't even have to touch herself, certain she'd cum from that alone.
Vanessa is looking directly at the window now, at a wide-eyed Gregory whose head is bouncing in tune with the motion of his right shoulder.
She hits the door button on the desk, the heavy metal doors swooshing up with a clang. Gregory starts and ducks out of the way, but there's no sound of his sneakers darting away.
"Gregory," she singsongs, letting go of her tits. "I've got a present for you."
His wild brown hair peeks over the edge of the door before his face does, and his cheeks are a bright red. "I don't trust you."
"I know you don't, but what if we have ourselves a truce for the next hour or so?"
"A truce?"
Vanessa spreads her knees apart and Gregory's eyes widen all the more. "Have you ever been with a girl?"
He shakes his head. "Of course not."
"But you're such a handsome boy."
"Uh, yeah? Keyword: boy. Girls are gross."
Vanessa presses her tits together, watching the way he stares as she makes them bounce. "What were you doing outside the window?"
"Nothing," he says far too quickly.
"Were you touching yourself?" she whispers.
"N-No!"
"Mm, do you want to touch me then?"
Gregory inches away from the door, making himself less visible to her. "No." He sounds embarrassed.
"That sounds more like a yes. If you come in here, I'll let you do whatever you want."
"Whatever?"
"Do you know what you want?"
"Maybe…"
"Do you want us to kiss?" she says, licking her top lip. "Do you want me to lick your penis like a lollipop?" His breath audibly catches. "Do you want to stick it in my pussy like a big boy?"
A moment of silence stretches out before Gregory nods his head.
"Come in here and suck on my tits, Gregory."
He crosses into the security office, glancing behind him as if someone were following. He nearly books it when Vanessa hits the door button again, slamming it shut, but he has nowhere to run now. "What was that for, lady?"
"This way nobody bothers us."
Jitteriness aside, Gregory is still eyeing her breasts. And before she can offer a more explicit invitation, he walks up to her and grabs them.
Vanessa gasps despite the thought that she shouldn't be surprised by this. Gregory has proved himself to be a livewire time and again, a mischievous little brat capable of ripping machines apart with his bare hands. Hands that are small, fingers short and skinny, and they kind of hurt as he digs them into tender flesh.
"Why are yours so big?"
"Don't you like them?"
He shrugs. "They're fine, I guess."
"Here." Vanessa leans forward in her seat, holding up a tit to his eye level. "Suck."
Gregory eyes her with a hint of mistrust, but still does as he's instructed.
Vanessa moans when his thin lips wrap around the bud of her nipple, but rather than suck, he opens his mouth wider and swirls his tongue around it over and over again. His hands come up to fondle her breasts, kneading at them as if trying to shove even more into his mouth.
"That's a good boy," Vanessa says in a breathless whisper, her hand on the back of Gregory's head. "The nipple. Suck on the nipple."
Gregory eases back as much as she allows him to, and when his lips fasten around the nub for a powerful suck, Vanessa can't keep her hips from bucking forward. He weighs nothing as she picks him up and settles him on her lap.
"Hey! Knock it off! Let me go!"
"Shh, it's okay, Gregory. This way is easier, see?" She maneuvers him until he's laying across her lap, the top of his body cradled along her arm. He must be stunned by the position because he doesn't fight her off. "Here. Back in your mouth."
"I'm not a baby ," he says indignantly, but the complaint cuts off when Vanessa undoes the button of his shorts with her available hand. "Wait, hold on."
She doesn't have to dig very far into his boxers. Despite how small his cock is, it's standing straight up. "Is this all for me? Why, you shouldn't have."
Gregory moans when she pulls him free. She has to use her fingers to stroke him, because it would otherwise get lost in her fist. Vanessa gasps when he latches back onto her nipple to keep himself from making any more embarrassing sounds.
She rocks him while stroking him, her eyes at half mast as warmth permeates every inch of her. Pleasure tickles her thighs, her cunt soaked and throbbing as she tries to redistribute his weight so more of it is over her groin.
Gregory's own hips twitch and thrust into her hand, his short legs shuffling as he sucks on her nipple as if he were really getting something out of it.
He complains when Vanessa plucks him off, but not for very long.
She's so desperately horny that while she could cum like this, she doesn't want to. His penis is so small and cute she doubts it will be able to satisfy her, but at this rate it's more about the taboo getting her off.
With Gregory on wobbly legs, Vanessa slips down onto her knees, nearly gets on all fours, to take his little rod into her mouth.
His hands dig into her skull, pulling her blonde hair, but all she can do is moan at the slight pain. Her lips fasten at the root and lets it slide all the way out. She does it again and again, stopping only to lick it—as promised—like a lollipop. It doesn't even touch the back of her throat despite her face pressing flesh against his shorts.
"My body feels hot," Gregory whines, his voice high and shaky. "It feels so hot. It feels so good."
Vanessa pulls back and yanks down his pants and underwear. "You know what would feel even better?" she says, very carefully touching his balls. "Emptying these inside of me." She grins as he jerks forward, reminding her of a little dog mindlessly humping a leg. "Do you want to do that, Gregory? Do you want to fuck me?"
He nods his head, sweat making his hair stick to his face.
"I knew you could be a good boy if you wanted to." Vanessa stands up, properly removing her bra before taking off her pants and panties. "I need you to do something first." She steps closer to him, reaching down to pull her warm pussy lips apart. "You see this right here?" she says, tapping the tip of her finger to her clit. "Give it a kiss."
Despite the look of drunk want on Gregory's face, he manages to frown. "Isn't that gross?"
Vanessa's limited patience is non-existent by that point. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, she shoves his face against her pussy, grinding on his nose until his hands scramble to push her away.
"Kiss it, Gregory," she snaps, pressing down on him harder. She doesn't let up even after she feels his lips pucker over her clit. "Suck on it like you sucked on my tits." He does as he's commanded, and now both her hands are behind his head, forcing his face to move against her.
If she had a cock she'd be forcing it all the way down his throat until he's choking on it, refusing to back off until the fists hitting her thighs stopped.
The sudden flash of violence sends Vanessa reeling away from Gregory, her heart hammering for reasons unrelated to their current activities. Her hands shake as faint chimes of garbled laughter echo in the near endless spaces of her scarred mind.
Don't ever do that again— but she doesn't know if the words came from her or a very agitated Gregory.
She laughs with uncertainty, but even that rude interlude is not enough to snuff out her arousal. "Sorry there, champ. Got a little carried away. But it's because you're so good at this."
Gregory glares at her, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "Whatever. Do I get to put it in now?"
His penis is still nice and hard, and Vanessa takes a moment to rub at her clit while thinking about how to do this. He's too short to do this standing up, or even reach her wherever she sits. Much to her dismay, she spreads a couple of shirts from the lost and found box on the floor and lays down on her back.
Gregory doesn't even wait for her to get comfortable, stomping over and throwing her knees apart before kneeling in front of her. She reaches down to part her pussy lips again, smirking when he tries to find her hole.
"A little lower. There you go," she says with a sigh, and she was right. It's nowhere near as deep as she'd like, or as thick, but lack of preparation and her juices alone makes for a tight enough fit to be pleasurable. And maybe it is a good thing, because Gregory has the bedside manner of, well, a ten-year-old.
Once inside, he grabs Vanessa's hips and starts fucking, drilling into her at the speed and frenzy of a rabbit trying to mate. His balls slap against her pussy, a nice plapplapplap that has both their eyes rolling into the back of their heads.
Maybe it's her arousal overriding logical thought, and she's unsure whether she prefers that to the alternative. On her back, on the floor, legs spread wide open, a bit of drool escapes the corner of her mouth. To finally have something warm and soft and alive spearing her over and over again.
"You can fuck me a little harder, Gregory," she taunts with a fake yawn. "I can barely feel you."
Gregory's eyes are squeezed shut, his brow furrowed in concentration as he moves faster, tipping over to lay on top of Vanessa. Her hands come to rest over his ass cheeks, bouncing him faster still.
"That's it, oh, that's it. Right there. You feel so good, baby boy. You're doing such a good job at fucking my pussy. Do you like that?"
Gregory's only response is to lift his head, and latch onto Vanessa's nipple again.
Her head snaps back as her spine arches, liquid heat reaching a boiling point as she bounces him faster.
"Gregory, I need you to cum inside me. I need you to pump everything in those little balls of yours deep inside my pussy, okay? Right now. I need you to do that right now because I want you to cum with me!"
He slams into her harder still, and it's his teeth that finish the job. He bites down on her tits as he cums, and the hot gush shooting inside of her makes Vanessa moan long and loud as she finishes too.
If time passes, she can't really tell. It all comes in bits and pieces. The security office floor, a rainy alley, a dirt basement, a park. Gregory is done but not for long, because when she comes to, he's amidst the throes of yet another orgasm she wasn't even awake for.
But it's alright because like this, at the very least, the thing in her head can't hurt him more than she already has.