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“Come on, Come on, damn it, I need this~!”
If one were to enter into the Kasturgari household, they would be expecting quite a few things. Perhaps the wanton disregard for cleanliness and or any sense of organization that the name Misato had become associated with. If you were in the know of the details of her life, you might be expecting to hear the quiet shuffle of a shy boy cooking, followed by the barking biting orders of a red-haired German girl. A more dejected and pessimistic person might even think that she would have caused the reeking stench of alcohol to cover her home.
That…..clearly was not the case. In the center of NERV, in the bowels of humanity's last defense against extinction and the angels, Misato was a head strong beauty, crashing her strength and order against the Angel menace that sought to take their home and their lives. Humor lost, eyes furrowed, and shoulders straight, she commanded Shinji, Asuka, and Rei like a queen commanded the moves of knights.
In her home? A slob was not a bad name for how she acted. Disorganized, drunkard, loud, quirky, the list goes on. However, another adjective could be added to that list: a pervert.
It was no secret that Misato loved a roll in the hay. She wasn't as easy as everyone thought she was, spreading her legs for literally anyone she met…..at least not till they at least took her out for dinner at least once. However, that was if she was getting a male partner. A lady partner, as Ritsuko could attest to, would get a very different side to Misato. It was that very side that she was “exorcisting” right now.
“Come on, come on, I know that she’s got something in here!” Misato said, hands dancing with trembling shivering as she went through the draws in front of her. The woman had finally, finally found a day for herself and better yet, she didn't have to share it with Shinji and Asuka!
Don't mistake her: she thought the world of both of those kids, but a mopey case of daddy issues and a hair trigger bipolar disorder were not what Misato wanted to spend her day doing. What she wanted to spend her day doing was….unwinding. As stated earlier, Misato had something that made her a great big fan of the ladies and even some guys, who apparently, liked watching Misato squirt cum from her cunt and her dick.
Speaking of, it was throbbing as Misato stood in the room of her female ward, trying to break free of the hastily adjusted panties that it had been stuffed into. Misato wore her usual yellow tank-top, her breast heaving as she let loose heavy breath, a degenerate digger looking for her treasure. Her panties, admittedly, were more adorable than she usually wore. A stripped blue and white panties that clung to her hips, and the bulge that looked as if it was going to rip them apart at any second. Clinging to the heavy balls that were cradled in them like oranges, she searched for her prize.
As her wards had been out of the place for the day, she had started her itinerary with the first and last thing she planned to do today: jacking off like she was losing her dick tomorrow. Sure, she satisfied her urges at night, hand to her mouth, attempting to imprison her own moans, lest she'd have to face the redheaded moral police in the morning. Yet, this morning was simply not enough. Not enough for her to soak and smother her own futon in her seed. To make her room smell of old and inky squid. No, today demanded boldness, debauchery, and foolishness.
Leading us right now as Misato stood, practically half naked in the middle of Asuka's room, and was going through her underwear drawer.
“Lacy, lacy, pure white, black, cotton! Damnit, Asuka, all the times you talk about being grown up and yet you don't have anything that's actually-” Misato began to rant, sounding every bit like an old perverted geezer before she saw it. Her hand trembled as she pulled it out, fingers pinching the strings.
That's about all that it was, the stringy thong she pulled out. A thin, slight fabric that was probably supposed to be an excuse of the front of it, Misato felt her lips wet with her sliding tongue as she barely hesitated to bring it to her nose.
SNNNNNNNRTTTT
Misato felt as if her eyes were going to roll out of the back of her head from how hard she turned them. Sweet scents of flowers, laundry soap, and yet purely Asuka entered her nostrils. One hand kept to the underwear as she attempted to inhale the damn thing. The other went to her length, dripping and needy as she began to stroke it.
“God, why are you such a little fucking tease, you goddamn slutty brat~?” She complained, huffing in between words, her face delighting in the prickle of the fabric against her cheek. “Think Shinii's the only one that sees those damn shorts of yours? How slutty and in the crack of your beautiful, flawless little jailbait wagon they are?” It was like a tidal wave was unleashed, Misato's repressed need for either of her words overcoming her better senses.
As if realizing that she was not only in Asuka's room, much less holding her underwear, beady yet shifty eyes look at the room, all around it. Asuka sleeps, studies, and even masturbates in here. The treasure of her ill-gotten gains forgotten for a moment, she slid to the desk in Asuka's room. Like a madwoman, possessed by the purest form of descreation, she began to hump and grind her cock, gently yet firmly, as if trying to stain the very wood with her stench!
“You work here! Your cute little face scrunches up and works on your Japanese here and a perverted lady is going to use it to get off and imagine using you like a fleshlight!” Delight rang in her voice, coated in her own debaucherous enjoyment, as she began to grind her swollen and pulsating semen tanks across the wood of Asuka's desk. Her musk, her stench, her lust coating the desk. Like an animal coating , she made her marking, her head towards the ceiling as her mouth lay open in a blessed out moan.
“Foreign girl pussy~, foreign girl smells, foreign girls are the best!” Misato licked her lips, one hand gripping to the edge of Asuka's desk as she continued to use it as a post to grind her cock against the desk, as another gripped her cock, fleshy and in need of release, her hand stroking, rubbing and massaging the head in aggressive and hard motions! “All those times I snuck in to watch you sleep while I had you as my charge in Germany! Wanting to soak your pretty little face white!”
Misato always thought Asuka was beautiful and she knew she was a little slut. What else do you call a girl constantly wearing a bikini around grown men, claiming it was for swimming, despite having private rooms for women? Her incessant need to try and be an adult? To be seen as a woman? Oh, Misato saw her as a woman alright!
“A woman who needs to be taught a lesson about wearing those shorts around the house and making me and Shinji masturbate to the sight of your perfect slender legs~. A woman who, deep down, wants to be used as a goddamn cocksock for anybody who will show her attention. Filthy German cunt, you want to be used so damn bad, seducing any dick that you can get your hands on!”
The irony of the statement was lost on Misato, and one particular reason could be that she was getting into such a groove, it left little room in her brain for her to possibly have space for self-reflection! Every image of Asuka that flashed in her mind made her hands go to work like crazy! Asuka in her beautiful sundress, bending over and having the beautiful pretty white panties she was wearing exposed to all, her glorious developing slit in profile and stunning to examine. Her skin-tight plug-suit, that made the curves of her hips and her already supple and bouncy ass a recurring actor in Misato's dreams. And the swimsuit.
God damn that swimsuit. Misato felt like that two piece design was made by a pedophile trying to get other degenerate like her in trouble, because who made something that high-waisted for teenage girls?! The red and white stripes on her chest, making it very easy for Misato to see how her breasts were developing, becoming more round and perky. How fat of younger years was given way to hardened yet supple features. How, thanks to aforementioned panties of the swimsuit, her thighs were on full display.
White creamy thighs that were so toned, yet so so damn soft and pinchable, just from a glance. The perfect amount that would make Missto's hands tremble on touching them. And the view of her pelvis bone, her pussy just covered by it, slick and wet with water, enough to always, always know that her lips, innocent, yummy, little foreign girl pussy-
“CUMMMINGG!” Perhaps the imagery that had been in her mind was more than she had been ready to handle, for in that moment, Misato let loose a blast of cum that had been developing from the beginning of the day. Ropes thick enough to be mistaken for cement launched from her tip, splattering the ceiling. Several followed that first, and with the ongoing pleasure ravaging her mind, Misato's aim was compromised. A shot landed on Asuka's bed, an almost impressive squelch sound as it hit the blankets. A tapestry of lewd, whitish glaze landing and dousing Asuka's things as if Misato was marking them with her vitality!
Misato could only feel the high of her orgasm fading after a solid five minutes of ropes flying from her cock! A squid and musky smell danced its way up her nose, attempting to suffocate her and drain the few remaining brain cells she had in her from her. By the time she had the ability to regain her senses, her legs shook as she gripped the side of Asuka's desk, the only place that was still somewhat clear in the whole room!
“G-Goddamn, did I need that! Thank God Shin-chan and Asuka left for most of the day or I would've had to keep myself quiet.” Misato remarked, her mind momentarily free of lust and sexual imagery, as she finally realized just what had happened. “Crap, I think I just came buckets in Asuka's room. I hope I didnt make too much of a-”
Her eyes turned over the room, scanning left to right, right to left, floor to ceiling. Like an impressionist era painting, Asuka's room was coated in virile dickcream! As if an explosion had gone off in her room, it coated walls and the floor, small puddles and sliding balls of gunk on each. A lampshade was tettering, weight given to it by a healthy slapping of dick-mucus that had fallen upon it. Her closet was devastated with heavy shots of it.
The worst was her bed. Like it had been frosted in the stuff, it covered the mattress and headboard alike. The cover had a river of off-yellow glaze that was sinking and pooling into the mat, especially in the middle. Like the puddle of rain in a ditch after a storm, Misato wasnt sure if she would be able to feel the mattress if her hand went inside of the conglomerate of futa-jizz.
She had defiled Asuka's room, no question. Even in the most conservative of estimations, there was maybe, maybe eight percent of the room not covered in the stuff. Made it into a den of lustful unholy gooning that should've brought her nothing but shame and regret.
Misato had just fapped to the idea of fucking and sex-addling a fourteen-year old girl. Shame had no reigns here.
Her cock, like a warrior with spirit left to fight, throbbed and stood at attention as Misato marveled at her masterpiece.
“Well, in for a penny…..’
“SNNNRRRTTTTTT, HUUUFFFFF, HUFF, SNRT, SNOOORTTTTTR, SNIIFFFFFF~!”
Misato had once again taken Asuka's tiny thong and was huffing it, nostrils indulging in the scent. However, she had now slung them over her head, the crotch front directly on her nose and lips, allowing her to do more important things, such as using the cum covered bed as her newest jackoff assistant! Still, defining her wardrobe, while debaucherous, felt a little lackluster. She had to spice it up, which gave way to what she was now wearing.
Asuka's nightgown was, unsurprisingly, not made for a fully-grown woman, and most certainly not made for one that was packing a very hefty cock and balls. As such, it was at her hips, more like a loose corset there again. However, even with this, Misato sent to mark more and more of the room, her stench and musk acting her own personal reason to keep the act up!
“Asuka's bed, your beeeeeed, your fucking bed is mine to make my personal cumdumpster~!” Misato felt as if she was high off her own supply, including her own pheromones. “Defiliig the room of a bratty fourteen slut is the best~!” Every stroke onto Asuka's bed was a tribute. A tribute to all the times Misato had to not put her down and use her shorts wearing bratty pussy and make her into an agreeable German cum toilet!
The nights she didn't burst over Asuka's face like the red-haired was goon bait that she was! Watching her delicate little mouth, so used to throwing barbs and insults, finding better usage of swallowing and sloshing Misato's heavy ball gunk! Using her tight perky ass as a cumdumpster! All of it, all of it, and who would blame her? As she continued to rut against the bed of one of her wards, she felt her balls heaving and tightening once again. “This is where you belong! This is what type of place you deserve to come home to everyday: A room that smells like cum and sex~! A room to match the slutty little German fucktoy that you are! Take it, Asuka! Take my fucking cum~! Fucking Take it~!”
SPURLT SPURLT SPURLT SPURLT SPURLT
The flow of her sin filled spunk poured from her fleshy tube, a fresh coat of lewd paint engaging from the piss slit of her cock! Like a ravaging bull, she sunnk body, riding the feeling of her crotches sensitivity till she was brought to an eye rolling orgasm! Another great and heavy shot from her cock erupted, and landed upon her bed. “SHIT,” Misato swore as uit was pulled from her once again. “I-I think I'm done.”
“Amd just what do you think you're supposed to do, baka?” Like an arrow shot through the funk of her lustful haze, Asuka's ran through the home like an explosive in a Monastery. Close too, too close. W-What the hell are they doing back so early? when led Missto to examine Asuka's clock, appropriately coveted in her lewd glaze, as she realized she had fapped most of the day away, with it being 7 o'clcok. Oh.
The door slid to the side, allowing only enough time for Misato turn her head. “Snd that's why German steak will always beat your weak excuse for meat here!” Asuka said, as she opened the door with closed eyes, and found them widening, almost as if finding a woman using your room as a wank-bank would shock and offend you.
“B-but there's a way to cook it that makes it-” Shinji planned to speak, but the stemch of the room and the sight that he was able to catch over Asuka's shoulder said enough. “........Nope, not mentally strong enough for any of that. Have fun, Asuka.” Shinii quipped, deciding today was a great day to start power-walking as he did so to his room.
The sound of semen sloping from ceiling to dresser and desk might as well have echoed in there as the two women looked at each other. Asuka's face dropped into disgust, the type that was reserved for witnessing someone commit a murder in front of you, her mouth agape with rage and offense, her wide eyes scanning the entirety of her room.
“W-What the Schiebe have you done to my fucking room?!” Asuka's rage was not unless, but there was a level of violation in her voice that couldn't be denied. “M-My desk, my bed, my fucking dresser! O-Oh god, the fucking stench of fucking everything you got it on-I-Is that my damn night-gown?!”
Misato was a commander of a world-saving organization that routinely fought extraterrestrial threats and even sometimes their fellow man. At this moment, Misato pay everything she had ever owned to be anywhere closer to that than having to deal with this. Misato, if she had it back, would admit she wasn't proud, but instead of imminent guilt, regret and capitulation, her mind immediately went for exit strategies.
Ok, think: half-naked in her room, dick out, masturbating using her stuff, clear guilt and no way to appeal to her better angels. So just like the rager an our Sorietory between me and Ritsuko. All-right, Katsurgari, you fucked yourself into this, time to fuck your way out.
“Asuka, whatever you have to say, know I already think of myself. The true is I'm a disgusting perverted woman who was turned on by the idea of huffing a young girls’ panties.” Misato's eyes and lips shimmered, as she let a strap of the night-gown fall. “But maybe you can teach me how to be better and-”
WHAM
The sound of Asuka's text-filled briefcase slamming into Misato's face sounded through the apartment, as the intense roar of angry German noises rose shook the building and all in it.