a Gundam Seed story
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Hello everyone, I've been lurking around here on this nice site and figured I would contribute my two cents. Long ago I wrote this lemon story for some website about Meer, from Gundam Seed Destiny. Just a first try at story writing back then, but maybe some folks on here will enjoy it.
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A Cool Night at the Mansion
Meer felt her chest rise and fall slowly as she breathed. She had a hand placed on top her left breast as she lay calmly on the bed. It was a luxurious bed, like nothing she could of ever dreamed of. But that was all before she had changed.
The young woman had already spent the better part of an hour looking herself over in the large Meerror on the wall. She had had this new found look for some time now but yet could not believe the changes.
She had a hair stylus that kept her long, pink hair in near perfect condition. Then there was the physical trainer that had helped her achieve a very nicely toned body. There were so many people helping her become her dream, helping her become Lacus.
Meer lay naked in the dark, the room lit up from a large open window. This new house was huge, unimaginable. She felt like a girl in a toy store, able to buy anything she wanted.
She loved this new life, it was perfect.
Meer looked down her body, seeing the large breasts she had rise and fall with each breath. Her left hand rested above the nipple, feeling her heart beat. She looked at her nipples, they were perk from the cool breeze coming in.
The woman loved her boobs, she admitted. When they were changing her, making her more like her idol, she had heard the doctors talk about them. They were bigger than Lacus', noticeably bigger. But they had decided to keep them that size.
Before, in her old life, she was never one to really flaunt her body. She just did not like how it looked. Not even her breasts did she ever show off.
But now after all was done, she noticed the new looks people gave her. Meer especially noticed how the men looked at her.
Every now and then she would wear a low cut, tight shirt. It was not really her taste, but she knew the nice cleavage that was shown. The mens' eyes now gravitated towards her chest. She would catch them looking at her breasts and she had to admit, she loved the feeling that they were lusting for her body.
On some occasions she would even see the man suddenly look up and notice she was staring right at them. They would try to play it off or get extremely shy and look away. If they ever had an apologetic look and didn't look away, Meer would simply smile and stick her tongue out at them.
A cold breeze shot in for a moment, sending a shiver down her spine. The woman moved her right hand up along her belly, gently guiding it in circles around her smooth skin.
She looked at her perk nipples once more. Her left hand shifted up, squeezing the nipple slightly. A gasp of breath escaped her. Meer was full of energy that night, sexual energy.
There was one time a few weeks ago, sitting at a meeting with several older men. It was a boring meeting and the room had been stifling hot. She had removed her jacket, forgetting she had a simple tank-top underneath. No one seemed to notice, they were mostly talking amongst themselves.
As she had shifted down in the couch chair, she looked around bored. But she had started to notice something during that meeting. A few of the men would occasionally steal a glance in her direction.
Not only that but from her point of view she could see some under the table. And there she saw one of them had a bulge formed in his pants. The pervert, she had thought. Yet later the memory had excited her. People were now lusting over her like never before. Meer had felt a small sense of power now over these boring business men.
In the cool air Meer moved her right hand down, moving a finger gently up and down her skin, parallel to the lips of her vagina. Her other hand once more rubbled the nipple.
Mmmmm, she moaned. Maybe some day she could get one of those men up here... She giggled to herself at the thought.
Meer stood up off the bed, not sure if she should continue with her hands. With no thought of clothing herself, she walked over to that large open window. Outside was the vast courtyard, one of the chairman's personal houses. He was hardly every here, so it had become her place of residence. Her room was nicely situated on the second floor, giving her a nice view.
She leaned forward, arms resting on the windowsill. She giggled at how she must look, it was as if she was displaying her breasts out to the world.
A noise came from below, startling her. Meer saw a guard staring up at her with a look of shock on his face.
She squealed in shock, darting back into the room. After a moment of quiet, someone yelled out a sorry from outside. As she lay on the floor she began to giggle.
Wrapping her body up in the bed sheet, she walked over to the window once more. The guard was looking away this time, so she whistled to get his attention.
He turned around, looking quite embarrassed.
Meer giggled to herself softly. Oh how she loved that look.
"Don't worry, we'll just keep this amongst ourselves," she told him.
"Ok," the guard said, although he still looked very nervous. He waved back as she ducked once again into her room.
She let the sheets fall down to the floor and thought a rather naughty thought. The woman walked over to her night stand and took a drink of her wine. Perhaps this was aiding her in the wrong ways? she thought to herself.
With that she playfully skipped over to the window once more, this time concealing her chest. The guard had walked a little more along the building but was still in view.
Meer whistled to him once more. He turned around, looking not quite as nervous but still uneasy.
"Excuse me sir, is it ok if we talk a little?" she asked him.
"It should not be much problem Miss Lacus. The chairman told us to always be at your service," he responded, although many times looking away.
The breeze played with her hair as she rested her head upon her arms. She loved how they called her that name, even though she knew most of them knew the truth. "At my service? I will have to use this service more often," Meer slyly commented.
The man looked like he was trying to smile though the feeling of awkwardness.
"So tell me, why do you have to patrol here? Do people know I am here?" she asked in a childish voice.
"Well we must protect you, it's our orders," he replied.
"And do whatever I ask?" she said, winking at him.
"Um, yes," was all he could find himself saying back.
"I am bored, I want to have some fun," the pink haired woman told him.
"I am not sure where I can help you with that." The man seemed to be trying hard to be soldier-like.
"I'm sure you can. Tell me, were they nice to look at?"
He just looked confused, staring up at her. With no reply, Meer stood up suddenly, exposing her breast to him once more.
She grabbed hold of the underside of them, tweaking each nipple. The guard stood in shock, not sure if to run away or keep looking. But he kept on looking, so she took that as a good sign.
"Well are you just going to stand there all night or answer a girl?"
He tried to get some words out of his mouth, mostly fumbling about. "They look great," the guard finally managed to say.
Meer loved it, he was so caught between two decisions. Time to push him over, she thought. "I got an idea, let's play 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine.' What do you say?"
The guard was motionless. "Come on now," Meer pressed, "you did say you were at my service no? I'll be waiting..." And with that the pink haired woman walked back from the window. She giggled slightly to herself and took another drink of the wine.
Meer sat on the bed, listening to noises of the wind outside the window. It had already been a few minutes and no sign of the man. Was he coming? she kept asking herself.
The woman felt nervous, this was something she had never done before. She got up and walked over to the window. There was no sign of anyone outside. Had he just continued his patrol? Part of her was nervous while another part started to have some second thoughts.
She walked over to the bed, taking hold of her glass of wine. Taking another sip, her eyes watched the door. Meer turned and placed the glass back upon the bedside table. Then she heard a noise of the door opening.
The man closed the door behind himself. He seemed caught between walking forward or standing where we was. Meer stretched out her long legs but kept them closed, staring at the young gentleman.
"So you are not wearing anything at all," he commented.
"Is that all you came here for?" she asked.
There was a moment of silence but in the dim light she could tell he was scanning over her body with his eyes. "So what is it that you wanted then?" he asked, not wanting to take the lead.
All those thoughts about turning back or regret washed away. She was enjoying having him like this. "Come closer then, I feel so lonely on this bed."
He walked forward at a slow pace until he was at the edge of the bed.
"So how old are you then mister?"
"I'm 25 years old miss," he responded in his formal ways.
Meer slid down to the edge of bed and sat there, padding the spot next to hers. The man sat down so now the two were at equal level.
She leaned in and kissed the man. At first he didn't move but she continued with short kisses, his lips now coming to meet hers each time. Her hand was moving along his chest, unbuttoning the shirt as best as she could.
"I hate these things," she protested.
"Here let me." The man quickly pulled off his shirt and undershirt in one quick motion over his head.
"So they really do train you," she commented as her hand ran along his smooth chest. "But now, are you going to show me yours then?"
The man looked down at his crotch then back at her, as if asking if that is what she meant. Lacus leaned in a bit closer and nodded. She felt like an expectant child, watching closely. One hand worked at massaging her left breast as she watched on.
The guard kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, sliding them off. All that remained were his plain, block briefs. There was a very noticeable bulge coming up from them.
She placed her hand, massaging the shaft through the cloth. "Show it to me," she commented. Meer let go and leaned back a bit, her hand already resting along her thigh, not staying still.
The man slid off his briefs, letting the cock spring upwards. She smiled as she looked into his eyes then back down at the shaft. Meer moved a hand over, wrapping her fingers around it. Her small fingers slid up and down the pulsating member.
"Does it um, feel good?" the man asked her.
She smiled, almost giggled at his shyness. "Yea it does, except maybe it needs some lubrication." The pink haired girl moved her head over the tip and stuck out her tongue. She flicked at the tip a few times.
Meer was winging it. She had never done anything like this before. Sure there had been a porn movie and some talk, but never actually gone down on someone. Hell, she had only had sex twice before with a boyfriend that was less than faithful. But that was all changing now. This time she was going to be the one tempting men away from their girls.
She opened her mouth wide and took the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head as her lips created a nice seal. Meer's hand continued to stroke the shaft. A small gasp escaped the young guard's mouth, only exciting her more.
Her mouth slid down more of the shaft, as much as she could. Sliding back up, she sucked in hard, with a small pop as she came up from the head. Her hands stroked the dick quickly, moving the saliva around.
"You know there is always something I've wanted to see..." Meer began, looking up at the man. A small bit of drool was escaping from the edge of her lips. The man watched as it slid down her chin and danced there for a moment. It then fell down, falling upon her right breast that was just inches from his chest.
"Yea?" was all he asked, now staring intently at the hard, red nipples that stood firmly off her boobs. They were pencil sized in thickness, surrounded by large areolas. It was hard not to center on them.
To play him on more, she used her free hand to tweak her left nipple, pulling slightly at it. "you see, I've always wanted to watch a guy jerk himself off." Her hand let go of his dick as she leaned her whole body back against the bed. "Would you do that for me?"
The man took hold of his dick and started to stroke it slowly. "Well, will you also do it?" he suddenly asked.
Meer smiled. "Do what?" The words came out sounding very innocent. She bent her right leg to one side, exposing her pussy to him. Her hand slid down her body, some fingers flicking lightly at the perk lips of her vagina. "You want me to play with this?"
"Ohh yeaaa..." he breathed out, as if more a moan than a phrase. He turned around and moved closer, kneeling next to her. The guards hand continue to move up and down the shaft she had sucked earlier.
She licked her lips. "MMmm I like this closer view." Meer now had a her left hand massaging her nipple as the right rubbed the hood of her clit. Things were building up fast inside of her.
Meer pulled at the nipple, tugging a bit more till it hurt, but yet also felt good. Her other hand pressed against the clit then slid down along the wet lips of her pussy. A finger darted in and back out. She slid it again, a bit deeper then hooked it back out.
The pinked hair girl was moaning and just now realized it. The finger pushed once more into her then back out. It was wet with her fluids. She pressed it against her clit once more, yelling out a moan now.
She looked at her companion's eyes. He was watching her finger play with her pussy while his own hand stroked his hard dick faster. His eyes shot over towards her, he noticed the woman watching him now.
"Enjoying..." huff, she was out of breath for a moment. "What you see?" she asked, finishing the sentence. Meer didn't wait to answer, sliding two fingers into the folds of her pussy, a high pitch moan escaping her as she did.
The man's eyes once again watched as she darted the fingers in quicker now, back and forth inside of her. Her back began to to bend, wiping a bit from the pleasure.
"Oh I do, you are... something," was all the man mustered. "But I... am not going to last much longer..."
Meer loved the sound of that. She tugged on her nipple once more, feeling the intense pleasure and pain shoot through her. "Why don't you release it then?" she asked matter-of-factly.
The man responding without taking his eyes of her wet pussy as her hands worked it. "Do you want me to cum on your bed?"
She bit her lips, amazed at how naughty she could be. "Where would you like to shoot your cum?"
His eyes now shifted to look at hers, checking if she was really asking. "Well," he began, slowing down his stroke. "Can I do it on your boobs?"
Meer was hoping for him to say something with more finesse, but it still excited her. So perverted, but she loved it. "Come closer... and cum..." she said, biting her lips. She placed both her hands now down against her vagina, using her arms to press her boobs together.
The man moved up and placed a leg on either side of her. She could see his cock just over her breasts, the head bobbing with each stroke right at her. Meer used one of her hands to rub against her clit again as the other massaged just inside her. She had never seen a man cum before. And here his dick was ready to explode over her own boobs.
He let out a quick moan as the first bit came out. It was a long, thick streak of white fluid flying right towards her face. Her head flinched back as she closed her eyes. Meer felt the gooey liquid land at her nose, down across her lips and chin, and the last bit along her neck.
She was taken completely by surprise, not expecting it to reach this far. Her hands had stopped moving for a moment but then she saw the larger gob of cum drip out over the large breast. It rolled down her skin, she could feel it tingling along.
Meer began to once again pump her fingers. Oh the idea was too much for her, the reality of what was happening. She had semen on her breast, semen that a man had ejaculated just from watching here. And there was a bit of semen on her face, a man had actually came on her face.
Another large amount filtered out of the head of his cock, falling on top her left nipple. Her fingers were now moving fast, in and out of her wet vagina. This was all so wrong, so perverted, so unlike her but she loved it. But maybe this was the new here, the one that loved to be sexy, to be sexual, to be fucked.
She came, her body convulsing around underneath the man. She knew he was watching, watching her moan and breath hard. Her whole body filled with pleasure and energy, releasing it all then. Her fingers were wet, so very wet.
The man moved to one side, taking a seat next to her as she lay. Her body was sweaty, the room felt hot even with the open window. The room was almost quiet except for the noise of the two breathing a bit harder than they would normally.
He was looking away from her, now with the look of shyness once more. The guard stood up off the bed. "I should go."
She shot towards him and turned his head, kissing him on the lips. "Thank you," Meer whispered. "We will have to play again some day."
The man simply nodded as he stood there naked. He looked over her, taking particular notice of the line of cum across her face and the globs gathering at her cleavage area. "Yea, we should," he admitted.
She smiled as he walked away, taking his clothes and walked out the room.
Meer was alone once more, with a slight smile across her face. She let herself fall back against the bed. Oh this was fun, this was fun, she thought.
Her hand moved along her round breast, a finger touching into the pool of wet semen. She brought a finger up to her lips and took a taste. Meer was hoping it would taste great, but not really something she liked.
But of course, her thoughts countered, it's not something she hated either. And she had heard guys love it when a woman swallows this stuff.
Meer stretched her body out, feeling so relaxed. She smiled as more naughty thoughts crossed her mind. The future is going to be fun, yes definitely fun.
The pink haired girl slowly drifted off to sleep, not bothering to clean the sweat or cum off her body. No she wanted to keep it there and just drift off to bed. This was going to be a good life, oh yes, she was sure of it. With a smile on her face, the young woman dreamt of even better days.
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A Cool Night at the Mansion
Meer felt her chest rise and fall slowly as she breathed. She had a hand placed on top her left breast as she lay calmly on the bed. It was a luxurious bed, like nothing she could of ever dreamed of. But that was all before she had changed.
The young woman had already spent the better part of an hour looking herself over in the large Meerror on the wall. She had had this new found look for some time now but yet could not believe the changes.
She had a hair stylus that kept her long, pink hair in near perfect condition. Then there was the physical trainer that had helped her achieve a very nicely toned body. There were so many people helping her become her dream, helping her become Lacus.
Meer lay naked in the dark, the room lit up from a large open window. This new house was huge, unimaginable. She felt like a girl in a toy store, able to buy anything she wanted.
She loved this new life, it was perfect.
Meer looked down her body, seeing the large breasts she had rise and fall with each breath. Her left hand rested above the nipple, feeling her heart beat. She looked at her nipples, they were perk from the cool breeze coming in.
The woman loved her boobs, she admitted. When they were changing her, making her more like her idol, she had heard the doctors talk about them. They were bigger than Lacus', noticeably bigger. But they had decided to keep them that size.
Before, in her old life, she was never one to really flaunt her body. She just did not like how it looked. Not even her breasts did she ever show off.
But now after all was done, she noticed the new looks people gave her. Meer especially noticed how the men looked at her.
Every now and then she would wear a low cut, tight shirt. It was not really her taste, but she knew the nice cleavage that was shown. The mens' eyes now gravitated towards her chest. She would catch them looking at her breasts and she had to admit, she loved the feeling that they were lusting for her body.
On some occasions she would even see the man suddenly look up and notice she was staring right at them. They would try to play it off or get extremely shy and look away. If they ever had an apologetic look and didn't look away, Meer would simply smile and stick her tongue out at them.
A cold breeze shot in for a moment, sending a shiver down her spine. The woman moved her right hand up along her belly, gently guiding it in circles around her smooth skin.
She looked at her perk nipples once more. Her left hand shifted up, squeezing the nipple slightly. A gasp of breath escaped her. Meer was full of energy that night, sexual energy.
There was one time a few weeks ago, sitting at a meeting with several older men. It was a boring meeting and the room had been stifling hot. She had removed her jacket, forgetting she had a simple tank-top underneath. No one seemed to notice, they were mostly talking amongst themselves.
As she had shifted down in the couch chair, she looked around bored. But she had started to notice something during that meeting. A few of the men would occasionally steal a glance in her direction.
Not only that but from her point of view she could see some under the table. And there she saw one of them had a bulge formed in his pants. The pervert, she had thought. Yet later the memory had excited her. People were now lusting over her like never before. Meer had felt a small sense of power now over these boring business men.
In the cool air Meer moved her right hand down, moving a finger gently up and down her skin, parallel to the lips of her vagina. Her other hand once more rubbled the nipple.
Mmmmm, she moaned. Maybe some day she could get one of those men up here... She giggled to herself at the thought.
Meer stood up off the bed, not sure if she should continue with her hands. With no thought of clothing herself, she walked over to that large open window. Outside was the vast courtyard, one of the chairman's personal houses. He was hardly every here, so it had become her place of residence. Her room was nicely situated on the second floor, giving her a nice view.
She leaned forward, arms resting on the windowsill. She giggled at how she must look, it was as if she was displaying her breasts out to the world.
A noise came from below, startling her. Meer saw a guard staring up at her with a look of shock on his face.
She squealed in shock, darting back into the room. After a moment of quiet, someone yelled out a sorry from outside. As she lay on the floor she began to giggle.
Wrapping her body up in the bed sheet, she walked over to the window once more. The guard was looking away this time, so she whistled to get his attention.
He turned around, looking quite embarrassed.
Meer giggled to herself softly. Oh how she loved that look.
"Don't worry, we'll just keep this amongst ourselves," she told him.
"Ok," the guard said, although he still looked very nervous. He waved back as she ducked once again into her room.
She let the sheets fall down to the floor and thought a rather naughty thought. The woman walked over to her night stand and took a drink of her wine. Perhaps this was aiding her in the wrong ways? she thought to herself.
With that she playfully skipped over to the window once more, this time concealing her chest. The guard had walked a little more along the building but was still in view.
Meer whistled to him once more. He turned around, looking not quite as nervous but still uneasy.
"Excuse me sir, is it ok if we talk a little?" she asked him.
"It should not be much problem Miss Lacus. The chairman told us to always be at your service," he responded, although many times looking away.
The breeze played with her hair as she rested her head upon her arms. She loved how they called her that name, even though she knew most of them knew the truth. "At my service? I will have to use this service more often," Meer slyly commented.
The man looked like he was trying to smile though the feeling of awkwardness.
"So tell me, why do you have to patrol here? Do people know I am here?" she asked in a childish voice.
"Well we must protect you, it's our orders," he replied.
"And do whatever I ask?" she said, winking at him.
"Um, yes," was all he could find himself saying back.
"I am bored, I want to have some fun," the pink haired woman told him.
"I am not sure where I can help you with that." The man seemed to be trying hard to be soldier-like.
"I'm sure you can. Tell me, were they nice to look at?"
He just looked confused, staring up at her. With no reply, Meer stood up suddenly, exposing her breast to him once more.
She grabbed hold of the underside of them, tweaking each nipple. The guard stood in shock, not sure if to run away or keep looking. But he kept on looking, so she took that as a good sign.
"Well are you just going to stand there all night or answer a girl?"
He tried to get some words out of his mouth, mostly fumbling about. "They look great," the guard finally managed to say.
Meer loved it, he was so caught between two decisions. Time to push him over, she thought. "I got an idea, let's play 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine.' What do you say?"
The guard was motionless. "Come on now," Meer pressed, "you did say you were at my service no? I'll be waiting..." And with that the pink haired woman walked back from the window. She giggled slightly to herself and took another drink of the wine.
Meer sat on the bed, listening to noises of the wind outside the window. It had already been a few minutes and no sign of the man. Was he coming? she kept asking herself.
The woman felt nervous, this was something she had never done before. She got up and walked over to the window. There was no sign of anyone outside. Had he just continued his patrol? Part of her was nervous while another part started to have some second thoughts.
She walked over to the bed, taking hold of her glass of wine. Taking another sip, her eyes watched the door. Meer turned and placed the glass back upon the bedside table. Then she heard a noise of the door opening.
The man closed the door behind himself. He seemed caught between walking forward or standing where we was. Meer stretched out her long legs but kept them closed, staring at the young gentleman.
"So you are not wearing anything at all," he commented.
"Is that all you came here for?" she asked.
There was a moment of silence but in the dim light she could tell he was scanning over her body with his eyes. "So what is it that you wanted then?" he asked, not wanting to take the lead.
All those thoughts about turning back or regret washed away. She was enjoying having him like this. "Come closer then, I feel so lonely on this bed."
He walked forward at a slow pace until he was at the edge of the bed.
"So how old are you then mister?"
"I'm 25 years old miss," he responded in his formal ways.
Meer slid down to the edge of bed and sat there, padding the spot next to hers. The man sat down so now the two were at equal level.
She leaned in and kissed the man. At first he didn't move but she continued with short kisses, his lips now coming to meet hers each time. Her hand was moving along his chest, unbuttoning the shirt as best as she could.
"I hate these things," she protested.
"Here let me." The man quickly pulled off his shirt and undershirt in one quick motion over his head.
"So they really do train you," she commented as her hand ran along his smooth chest. "But now, are you going to show me yours then?"
The man looked down at his crotch then back at her, as if asking if that is what she meant. Lacus leaned in a bit closer and nodded. She felt like an expectant child, watching closely. One hand worked at massaging her left breast as she watched on.
The guard kicked off his shoes and unzipped his pants, sliding them off. All that remained were his plain, block briefs. There was a very noticeable bulge coming up from them.
She placed her hand, massaging the shaft through the cloth. "Show it to me," she commented. Meer let go and leaned back a bit, her hand already resting along her thigh, not staying still.
The man slid off his briefs, letting the cock spring upwards. She smiled as she looked into his eyes then back down at the shaft. Meer moved a hand over, wrapping her fingers around it. Her small fingers slid up and down the pulsating member.
"Does it um, feel good?" the man asked her.
She smiled, almost giggled at his shyness. "Yea it does, except maybe it needs some lubrication." The pink haired girl moved her head over the tip and stuck out her tongue. She flicked at the tip a few times.
Meer was winging it. She had never done anything like this before. Sure there had been a porn movie and some talk, but never actually gone down on someone. Hell, she had only had sex twice before with a boyfriend that was less than faithful. But that was all changing now. This time she was going to be the one tempting men away from their girls.
She opened her mouth wide and took the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head as her lips created a nice seal. Meer's hand continued to stroke the shaft. A small gasp escaped the young guard's mouth, only exciting her more.
Her mouth slid down more of the shaft, as much as she could. Sliding back up, she sucked in hard, with a small pop as she came up from the head. Her hands stroked the dick quickly, moving the saliva around.
"You know there is always something I've wanted to see..." Meer began, looking up at the man. A small bit of drool was escaping from the edge of her lips. The man watched as it slid down her chin and danced there for a moment. It then fell down, falling upon her right breast that was just inches from his chest.
"Yea?" was all he asked, now staring intently at the hard, red nipples that stood firmly off her boobs. They were pencil sized in thickness, surrounded by large areolas. It was hard not to center on them.
To play him on more, she used her free hand to tweak her left nipple, pulling slightly at it. "you see, I've always wanted to watch a guy jerk himself off." Her hand let go of his dick as she leaned her whole body back against the bed. "Would you do that for me?"
The man took hold of his dick and started to stroke it slowly. "Well, will you also do it?" he suddenly asked.
Meer smiled. "Do what?" The words came out sounding very innocent. She bent her right leg to one side, exposing her pussy to him. Her hand slid down her body, some fingers flicking lightly at the perk lips of her vagina. "You want me to play with this?"
"Ohh yeaaa..." he breathed out, as if more a moan than a phrase. He turned around and moved closer, kneeling next to her. The guards hand continue to move up and down the shaft she had sucked earlier.
She licked her lips. "MMmm I like this closer view." Meer now had a her left hand massaging her nipple as the right rubbed the hood of her clit. Things were building up fast inside of her.
Meer pulled at the nipple, tugging a bit more till it hurt, but yet also felt good. Her other hand pressed against the clit then slid down along the wet lips of her pussy. A finger darted in and back out. She slid it again, a bit deeper then hooked it back out.
The pinked hair girl was moaning and just now realized it. The finger pushed once more into her then back out. It was wet with her fluids. She pressed it against her clit once more, yelling out a moan now.
She looked at her companion's eyes. He was watching her finger play with her pussy while his own hand stroked his hard dick faster. His eyes shot over towards her, he noticed the woman watching him now.
"Enjoying..." huff, she was out of breath for a moment. "What you see?" she asked, finishing the sentence. Meer didn't wait to answer, sliding two fingers into the folds of her pussy, a high pitch moan escaping her as she did.
The man's eyes once again watched as she darted the fingers in quicker now, back and forth inside of her. Her back began to to bend, wiping a bit from the pleasure.
"Oh I do, you are... something," was all the man mustered. "But I... am not going to last much longer..."
Meer loved the sound of that. She tugged on her nipple once more, feeling the intense pleasure and pain shoot through her. "Why don't you release it then?" she asked matter-of-factly.
The man responding without taking his eyes of her wet pussy as her hands worked it. "Do you want me to cum on your bed?"
She bit her lips, amazed at how naughty she could be. "Where would you like to shoot your cum?"
His eyes now shifted to look at hers, checking if she was really asking. "Well," he began, slowing down his stroke. "Can I do it on your boobs?"
Meer was hoping for him to say something with more finesse, but it still excited her. So perverted, but she loved it. "Come closer... and cum..." she said, biting her lips. She placed both her hands now down against her vagina, using her arms to press her boobs together.
The man moved up and placed a leg on either side of her. She could see his cock just over her breasts, the head bobbing with each stroke right at her. Meer used one of her hands to rub against her clit again as the other massaged just inside her. She had never seen a man cum before. And here his dick was ready to explode over her own boobs.
He let out a quick moan as the first bit came out. It was a long, thick streak of white fluid flying right towards her face. Her head flinched back as she closed her eyes. Meer felt the gooey liquid land at her nose, down across her lips and chin, and the last bit along her neck.
She was taken completely by surprise, not expecting it to reach this far. Her hands had stopped moving for a moment but then she saw the larger gob of cum drip out over the large breast. It rolled down her skin, she could feel it tingling along.
Meer began to once again pump her fingers. Oh the idea was too much for her, the reality of what was happening. She had semen on her breast, semen that a man had ejaculated just from watching here. And there was a bit of semen on her face, a man had actually came on her face.
Another large amount filtered out of the head of his cock, falling on top her left nipple. Her fingers were now moving fast, in and out of her wet vagina. This was all so wrong, so perverted, so unlike her but she loved it. But maybe this was the new here, the one that loved to be sexy, to be sexual, to be fucked.
She came, her body convulsing around underneath the man. She knew he was watching, watching her moan and breath hard. Her whole body filled with pleasure and energy, releasing it all then. Her fingers were wet, so very wet.
The man moved to one side, taking a seat next to her as she lay. Her body was sweaty, the room felt hot even with the open window. The room was almost quiet except for the noise of the two breathing a bit harder than they would normally.
He was looking away from her, now with the look of shyness once more. The guard stood up off the bed. "I should go."
She shot towards him and turned his head, kissing him on the lips. "Thank you," Meer whispered. "We will have to play again some day."
The man simply nodded as he stood there naked. He looked over her, taking particular notice of the line of cum across her face and the globs gathering at her cleavage area. "Yea, we should," he admitted.
She smiled as he walked away, taking his clothes and walked out the room.
Meer was alone once more, with a slight smile across her face. She let herself fall back against the bed. Oh this was fun, this was fun, she thought.
Her hand moved along her round breast, a finger touching into the pool of wet semen. She brought a finger up to her lips and took a taste. Meer was hoping it would taste great, but not really something she liked.
But of course, her thoughts countered, it's not something she hated either. And she had heard guys love it when a woman swallows this stuff.
Meer stretched her body out, feeling so relaxed. She smiled as more naughty thoughts crossed her mind. The future is going to be fun, yes definitely fun.
The pink haired girl slowly drifted off to sleep, not bothering to clean the sweat or cum off her body. No she wanted to keep it there and just drift off to bed. This was going to be a good life, oh yes, she was sure of it. With a smile on her face, the young woman dreamt of even better days.
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ty for contributing.
i few types here and there..
but it was a good read. 8)
looking forward for more.
i few types here and there..
but it was a good read. 8)
looking forward for more.
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I like it and I'm also a big fan of Gundam SEED. Are you gonna have stories with other characters.
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Well, I think your writing could use a little work, and a few typos could be cleaned up. But on the whole I liked this story. I especially liked the lead up to her seducing the guy. I feel like you managed to capture her character pretty well, something I don't see too often in fan fics
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hoho. A good read xD
I think the're no typos and the story was.... awesome!
Oh man. You just got me interested again in Gundam Seed Destiny. I'ma off to watch it (again) now!!!
BTW, the story was detailed and caught me off-guard.
Overall Rating? 8/10.
I think the're no typos and the story was.... awesome!
Oh man. You just got me interested again in Gundam Seed Destiny. I'ma off to watch it (again) now!!!
BTW, the story was detailed and caught me off-guard.
Overall Rating? 8/10.
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Like Uzumaki101 said, a very good read. The details surrounding the erotic moments in the story was very well written, able to describe the movements and feelings in detail and in sync. I was expecting a Lacus-centered story, but this was nice in its own way. (It kinda reminded me of my own GSD fanfiction story... but never got around to launch it.)
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g-money wrote...
Like Uzumaki101 said, a very good read. The details surrounding the erotic moments in the story was very well written, able to describe the movements and feelings in detail and in sync. I was expecting a Lacus-centered story, but this was nice in its own way. (It kinda reminded me of my own GSD fanfiction story... but never got around to launch it.)Then launch it.... Launch it NOW--------(O_o )
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Wow i didn't expect so many responses. Thank you all for reading it. If I continue this all I will try to do a better job of editing.
I chose Meer for the story because she lends herself better to sexual fantasy (at least my sexual fantasies). Her whole life was sort of made into a dream life, with an entire society lusting after her. And she was jumping head first into everything.
But again thanks everyone, feels good to have people read it and all.
I chose Meer for the story because she lends herself better to sexual fantasy (at least my sexual fantasies). Her whole life was sort of made into a dream life, with an entire society lusting after her. And she was jumping head first into everything.
But again thanks everyone, feels good to have people read it and all.
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As everyone said good read, and as a few said there are a few typos that I caught myself. I would like to see some more work of yours and is there any possibility of an original fiction?
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i'm a big fan of the Gundam SEED series(when i say big i mean BIG!) i especially loved LacusXKira. Those two were my faves!
Well as you might have figured i'm not really a fan of Meer Campbell(That little bitch....). but the title caught my eye anyway. The story was detailed, in fact i expected something worse so it caught me by surprise. i would give you two thumbs up for the great details and good story.
Rated 8.0/10.0
Well as you might have figured i'm not really a fan of Meer Campbell(That little bitch....). but the title caught my eye anyway. The story was detailed, in fact i expected something worse so it caught me by surprise. i would give you two thumbs up for the great details and good story.
Rated 8.0/10.0
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Hello again. I had some time on my hands and very randomly came up with a good idea for another chapter to my little adventures of meer. So I quickly wrote them down. The thing is, my introduction was so long that I made it into this story here. Not exactly what I had in mind, but I hope it is enjoyed by some folks. Thanks again for everyone's replies so far.
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She awoke that morning feeling tired. Her body felt as if she been awake, living a normal full day during her seeping hours. This feeling was matched by the complicated dreams filtering in her memory. For a moment there she was living another life.
The breeze from the open windows shifted the curtains around. Meer watched in her dreamy state as they bounced back and forth.
Feeling was returning to her extremities. She suddenly realized where he hand lay. It was down between her legs, its fingers pressed up against her panties. Her middle finger rested in a valley created between the lips of her vagina. And she could feel that it was wet down there.
Meer had had many dreams last night, but a hazy memory came up to the surface. She was with a man, a boyfriend it would appear. A tall man with black hair who had placed kisses all over her naked body. The two had laid together in a room such as the one Meer slept in right now.
Oh how she wished that dream was real. In his imagined arms she had felt so good. The feelings from the dream were circling around in her mind.
If only she had a man to touch her down between her legs, down where she rested a hand now. The middle finger pressed inwards ever so slightly. The brief sensation sent a jolt down her sleepy body.
Oh how that felt wonderful. How very wonderful. She needed that for some unknown reason.
She pressed in once more, this time with a little bit more force. Her feet stretched out as a burst of pleasure ran down her body. Even though her mind seemed still caught in sleepiness, her body was feeling quite sensitive.
Her other hand rested by her chin. She moved it up, running finger tips along her cheek. Two fingers moved downwards, tickled her neck slightly. Continuing their motion, it came to rest upon her breast. The beat of her heart could now be heard.
Meer also noticed the feel of her nipple, erect and pressing up against her palm. She could clearly make its shape pressing out from the thin shirt she wore.
A sigh escaped her lips. Did she have time for this, on this morning? Did she even care?
Her middle finger began to lightly slide itself upon the fabric of her panties. The up then down motion was electrifying.
Oh how good that felt.
Meer's other hand pulled up her shirt, exposing her naked breasts to the morning air. She could feel more excited with them hanging out before her. The nipples stood firmly outwards from the two mounds.
Her hand cupped the boob as she squeezed its nipple between her thumb and pointer finger. How she wished these were the fingers of some man, some handsome man, some strong man. Like the man from her blurred dreams, he could be here now tracing around the nipple with his finger tip. She imitated her fantasy, drawing a circle around the pointy flesh.
The other hand slid itself in to her panties, as if it was acting independently of her thoughts. Meer's pussy was already wet to the touch. She quickly moved a finger up and down the length of her opening, bathing in her fluids.
Oh if only this was his fingers now, rubbing the sensitive edges of her womanhood. Of course his fingers would be bigger, wider. She pressed in another finger.
He would be rubbing her now, hearing her breath pick up. He would be ready, pleasuring her while he waiting to use his stiff dick and replace these fingers.
She wanted just that right now. Meer wanted this handsome man of her imagination to press into her with his stiff cock. Meer wanted to be fucked right here on this cool morning.
She pushed two fingers deep into her, as far as she could.
Meer let out a moan, a very loud moan. It was the first loud noise she had heard all morning and it startled her a little. But the moment passed quickly as she moved her fingers out of her vagina then slid them back in. Once more they came out then slide in.
She felt warmer now, the skin of her breast hotter. Meer pulled on her nipple, loving the sensation. Men could only looked at her breasts, could only lust after them. She had no man to touch them, to really play with them.
Playfully she pulled up her boob towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, flicking the nipple with it's tip. It was as close as they would go to her soft lips. But a man, this raven-haired man could take them into his mouth.
Her mind filled with images of a soldier, one of those strong men that watched her, being with her now, using his tongue on her exposed breasts.
Meer's fingers went back to rubbing the nipple, now wet with her saliva. These hard, firm nipples had caused trouble to her costume designers. They had to pad the breast area of her clothes even more so than normal to hide any nipping that could occur. She could not share the stiff protrusions with those prying eyes of the men in the crowds.
A man who could easily satisfy her now.
Her fingers began to dart in and out of her moist pussy. She cried out in a long moan.
Meer rolled her body upon her back. Every muscle was now awake, was now electrified. The moving fingers felt as they pumped into her.
She was almost there. Meer took hold of both nipples in her fingers and pulled them. Her firm breasts stretched out before her eyes. She loved her large breasts. They were bigger than Lacus'; noticeably bigger. Her eyes watched them be pulled out as waves of pleasure ran over her body.
Her fingers now were moving faster. There would be a brief pause as to absorb sudden bursts of pleasure and then they would continue the quick motions. She was sliding them as far as she could, wishing she had something more.
Moans, quiet ones at first, began to escape her lips. Her back arched, pulling itself up off the bed. Her hand moved off her breasts and fell to her side, helping to prop the flexing torso.
She was cumming as a yell escaped her mouth. It was of a high pitch and very brief. Her fingers stopped for a moment, unable to keep moving as the first waves of pleasure overtook the young woman.
They thrusted in again as she regained control. The next waves of pleasure hit, and she could not continue. Her hand pulled away as fluids flowed outwards. She was cumming hard, more than she had in a long time.
Meer panted as her body fell against the bed. She was breathing quickly, her eyes closed. The soft wind blew across her mostly naked body. She lay there without moving for a few minutes.
The panties were far wetter now.
The exposed breasts rose and fell in unison to her breathing. Once it returned to normal she pushed her fingers slightly into her pussy. Sliding them out slowly, Meer brought the wet fingers up to her mouth.
She tasted herself. There had been a curiosity to do so and now it was fulfilled.
'Not bad,' she thought. Meer sucked on the fingers for a moment, running her tongue around every inch of them.
Her eyes opened up to see the white ceiling. There was a return to calm in the room. The air was quiet again, not a noise to be heard.
She could sense the large smile upon her face. It may have only happened due to herself, without this imagined man, but the pleasure was still good.
"This is a good start to the day," she whispered to herself.
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She awoke that morning feeling tired. Her body felt as if she been awake, living a normal full day during her seeping hours. This feeling was matched by the complicated dreams filtering in her memory. For a moment there she was living another life.
The breeze from the open windows shifted the curtains around. Meer watched in her dreamy state as they bounced back and forth.
Feeling was returning to her extremities. She suddenly realized where he hand lay. It was down between her legs, its fingers pressed up against her panties. Her middle finger rested in a valley created between the lips of her vagina. And she could feel that it was wet down there.
Meer had had many dreams last night, but a hazy memory came up to the surface. She was with a man, a boyfriend it would appear. A tall man with black hair who had placed kisses all over her naked body. The two had laid together in a room such as the one Meer slept in right now.
Oh how she wished that dream was real. In his imagined arms she had felt so good. The feelings from the dream were circling around in her mind.
If only she had a man to touch her down between her legs, down where she rested a hand now. The middle finger pressed inwards ever so slightly. The brief sensation sent a jolt down her sleepy body.
Oh how that felt wonderful. How very wonderful. She needed that for some unknown reason.
She pressed in once more, this time with a little bit more force. Her feet stretched out as a burst of pleasure ran down her body. Even though her mind seemed still caught in sleepiness, her body was feeling quite sensitive.
Her other hand rested by her chin. She moved it up, running finger tips along her cheek. Two fingers moved downwards, tickled her neck slightly. Continuing their motion, it came to rest upon her breast. The beat of her heart could now be heard.
Meer also noticed the feel of her nipple, erect and pressing up against her palm. She could clearly make its shape pressing out from the thin shirt she wore.
A sigh escaped her lips. Did she have time for this, on this morning? Did she even care?
Her middle finger began to lightly slide itself upon the fabric of her panties. The up then down motion was electrifying.
Oh how good that felt.
Meer's other hand pulled up her shirt, exposing her naked breasts to the morning air. She could feel more excited with them hanging out before her. The nipples stood firmly outwards from the two mounds.
Her hand cupped the boob as she squeezed its nipple between her thumb and pointer finger. How she wished these were the fingers of some man, some handsome man, some strong man. Like the man from her blurred dreams, he could be here now tracing around the nipple with his finger tip. She imitated her fantasy, drawing a circle around the pointy flesh.
The other hand slid itself in to her panties, as if it was acting independently of her thoughts. Meer's pussy was already wet to the touch. She quickly moved a finger up and down the length of her opening, bathing in her fluids.
Oh if only this was his fingers now, rubbing the sensitive edges of her womanhood. Of course his fingers would be bigger, wider. She pressed in another finger.
He would be rubbing her now, hearing her breath pick up. He would be ready, pleasuring her while he waiting to use his stiff dick and replace these fingers.
She wanted just that right now. Meer wanted this handsome man of her imagination to press into her with his stiff cock. Meer wanted to be fucked right here on this cool morning.
She pushed two fingers deep into her, as far as she could.
Meer let out a moan, a very loud moan. It was the first loud noise she had heard all morning and it startled her a little. But the moment passed quickly as she moved her fingers out of her vagina then slid them back in. Once more they came out then slide in.
She felt warmer now, the skin of her breast hotter. Meer pulled on her nipple, loving the sensation. Men could only looked at her breasts, could only lust after them. She had no man to touch them, to really play with them.
Playfully she pulled up her boob towards her mouth. She stuck out her tongue, flicking the nipple with it's tip. It was as close as they would go to her soft lips. But a man, this raven-haired man could take them into his mouth.
Her mind filled with images of a soldier, one of those strong men that watched her, being with her now, using his tongue on her exposed breasts.
Meer's fingers went back to rubbing the nipple, now wet with her saliva. These hard, firm nipples had caused trouble to her costume designers. They had to pad the breast area of her clothes even more so than normal to hide any nipping that could occur. She could not share the stiff protrusions with those prying eyes of the men in the crowds.
A man who could easily satisfy her now.
Her fingers began to dart in and out of her moist pussy. She cried out in a long moan.
Meer rolled her body upon her back. Every muscle was now awake, was now electrified. The moving fingers felt as they pumped into her.
She was almost there. Meer took hold of both nipples in her fingers and pulled them. Her firm breasts stretched out before her eyes. She loved her large breasts. They were bigger than Lacus'; noticeably bigger. Her eyes watched them be pulled out as waves of pleasure ran over her body.
Her fingers now were moving faster. There would be a brief pause as to absorb sudden bursts of pleasure and then they would continue the quick motions. She was sliding them as far as she could, wishing she had something more.
Moans, quiet ones at first, began to escape her lips. Her back arched, pulling itself up off the bed. Her hand moved off her breasts and fell to her side, helping to prop the flexing torso.
She was cumming as a yell escaped her mouth. It was of a high pitch and very brief. Her fingers stopped for a moment, unable to keep moving as the first waves of pleasure overtook the young woman.
They thrusted in again as she regained control. The next waves of pleasure hit, and she could not continue. Her hand pulled away as fluids flowed outwards. She was cumming hard, more than she had in a long time.
Meer panted as her body fell against the bed. She was breathing quickly, her eyes closed. The soft wind blew across her mostly naked body. She lay there without moving for a few minutes.
The panties were far wetter now.
The exposed breasts rose and fell in unison to her breathing. Once it returned to normal she pushed her fingers slightly into her pussy. Sliding them out slowly, Meer brought the wet fingers up to her mouth.
She tasted herself. There had been a curiosity to do so and now it was fulfilled.
'Not bad,' she thought. Meer sucked on the fingers for a moment, running her tongue around every inch of them.
Her eyes opened up to see the white ceiling. There was a return to calm in the room. The air was quiet again, not a noise to be heard.
She could sense the large smile upon her face. It may have only happened due to herself, without this imagined man, but the pleasure was still good.
"This is a good start to the day," she whispered to herself.
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Oooh!~ another one!
[size=10]masterbating in the morning. nice. :] [/h]
wait, was she dreaming about the soldier dude or was it real?
because it seems that she does not remember about it. o-o
[size=10]masterbating in the morning. nice. :] [/h]
wait, was she dreaming about the soldier dude or was it real?
because it seems that she does not remember about it. o-o
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It could be real, but I'm guessing it's a dream, or a recollection from the previous experience. Me likes. Wants moar.
