Melisha stayed on her knees, breathing heavily, a thin string of saliva and cum still connecting her lower lip to the head of Kevin's cock. She licked her lips slowly, savoring the taste, then looked up at him with dark, hungry eyes.
Her gaze dropped to his lap and she saw that his cock was already hardening again, thick and heavy, twitching with renewed interest.
A wicked, desperate smile curved her lips.
Without a word, she rose to her feet, turned around, and propped her hands on the edge of the wooden table. She reached back, lifted her faded floral dress up over her hips, and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her red panties. She slid them down her thighs and stepped out of them, revealing a small, neatly trimmed bush above her puffy, already glistening pussy.
She spread her legs wider, bent forward over the table, and looked back at him over her shoulder, her voice low and trembling with need.
"You can use it… Use me. Please. Just buy the farm."
Kevin swallowed hard, his cock now fully hard again at the sight of her bent over, offering herself so shamelessly.
Before he moved, he focused on her and whispered under his breath, "Appraisal."
A blue panel appeared in his vision:
[Name: Melisha Tweedy ]
[Age: 38]
[Affection: 18/100 ]
[Lust: 67/100]
[Bond: Starnger ]
[Personality: A harsh, greedy, and domineering woman who has spent years controlling everything around her. She is pragmatic, calculating, and willing to do whatever it takes to survive. Beneath her tough exterior lies a deeply repressed submissive side she has never explored, especially since she has always been the dominant one in her marriage. ]
[Kinks: Masochism (unknown to her, she craves pain mixed with pleasure, spanking, rough handling, and being put in her place, being used, degradation during sex, power exchange. ]
[Description: The main antagonist from the movie Chicken Run. After the scandal with the sentient chickens and her husband's imprisonment, she is financially ruined and desperate to sell the farm. She is willing to trade her body if it means securing the sale.]
Kevin's eyes darkened as he read the panel.
The high lust and hidden masochistic kink explained a lot.
He stepped behind her, gripped her hips firmly, and rubbed the head of his cock against her slick folds, coating himself in her wetness.
"You really are desperate, aren't you?" he murmured, voice low.
Melisha shivered and pushed back against him. "Yes… Please…"
Kevin didn't tease any longer. He thrust forward in one smooth, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt inside her tight, wet heat.
Melisha let out a sharp gasp that turned into a long moan. "Ahhh! Fuck…"
He started fucking her with slow, powerful thrusts, the wet sound of skin slapping skin echoing in the small kitchen. Each thrust pushed her forward against the table, her breasts pressing against the wood through her dress.
Kevin reached down and delivered a firm, stinging spank to her ass cheek.
SMACK!
Melisha cried out, her pussy clenching hard around him. The pain mixed with pleasure made her knees buckle slightly.
"You like that?" he growled, spanking her again on the other cheek, harder this time.
"Yes! Harder!" she moaned, surprising even herself with how much she enjoyed it.
Kevin obliged, gripping her hips tighter as he pounded into her from behind, the table creaking under the force. He alternated between deep, grinding thrusts and sharp, punishing spanks that left red handprints on her pale skin.
Melisha was losing control, her usual domineering demeanor cracking as she moaned and pushed back against him like a bitch in heat.
Kevin pulled out suddenly, spun her around, and lifted her onto the table. He spread her legs wide, hooked them over his arms, and slammed back inside her in one brutal thrust. The new angle let him go even deeper, hitting spots that made her eyes roll back.
He leaned down, capturing one of her nipples through the fabric of her dress with his mouth, sucking hard while he fucked her relentlessly.
Melisha's hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in. "Don't stop—! Fuck me!"
Kevin straightened up, holding her legs open as he railed her on the table. He reached between them and rubbed her clit in fast circles, feeling her walls flutter around him.
"I'm going to cum," he warned, voice rough.
"Inside! Fill me!" Melisha begged, her body trembling on the edge.
With a deep groan, Kevin buried himself as deep as he could and came hard, pumping thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. The sensation pushed Melisha over the edge, she cried out loudly as her orgasm crashed through her, her walls spasming and milking every last drop from him.
They stayed locked together for a long moment, both panting heavily.
Melisha looked up at him with hazy, satisfied eyes, a small, tired smile on her lips.
"So… about the price," she whispered hoarsely. "How much are you willing to pay?"