"Ugh, of all the fights I've been in, the only place I have to fight next is an abandoned warehouse..."
Muttered an annoyed Ken Masters, who right now was competing in the latest Street Fighter tournament. So far, Ken had been on a big complete tear as of late with the competition he had been facing. He had beaten Dan in the first round outside at a local marketplace, fought Cody to the limit around Metro City and even managed to survive against Blanka around the city's own seaport. It was to no surprise he was getting his notice of fight locations in the form of text messages, and in all of the places where Ken had to go next, he never expected to meet his next opponent inside an old dirty abandoned warehouse. Ken managed to enter inside there without no trouble at all, but once he looked all around to take in the very unsettling quiet-like settings, he knew the only thing that was missing from any fight:
An actual crowd of people. Why they didn't show up to see this fight go down between Ken and the opponent he was facing next was quite strange itself.
"Great, not a single one of my fans showed up here," Ken muttered to himself with a big groan, "I swear, this tournament sucks at choosing venues to fight in."
Ken continued to look throughout the quiet surroundings for a few seconds before a mysterious female voice spoke out to him from nowhere:
"So, you showed up too."
Ken looks around to see where the voice came from.
"Who's there!?" he shouted. "Show yourself! I ain't afraid of you!"
Ken kept whirling around the warehouse, trying to find the source of the person who spoke to him.
But as soon as Ken turned to the left, he was met with a flying leg kick coming through the air, which he managed to evade quickly much to his luck. Ken suddenly looked up to see a familiar figure stand right before him wearing a red beret, long blonde pigtails, familiar green one piece, green razor-like tattoos around her long gazelle-like legs and brown boots that were made for ass-kicking. It was then that Ken identified her just by her name itself.
"Well well well, it's quite funny running into you, Cammy." Ken smirked.
The leader of Delta Red smirked back and said, "I could say the same thing, Ken."
"So," Ken started, "why're you here?"
Cammy simply stretched her arms and muscular legs out before turning to look back at him.
"Well," she said, "a Little Bird told me there was gonna be a little tournament here. Could be one of M. Bison's little smuggling rings."
"Hmmmm, I think I got a good feeling it could be that too." Ken nodded, agreeing with the Delta Red soldier.
"Well, since I can't seem to find any one of Bison's men around," Cammy said once she turned to Ken, "I guess you'll have to do for now."
Before Ken could at least utter out a word himself, he saw Cammy lunge right at him with a swinging haymaker only for Ken to duck down just in time and grab her elbow, throwing Cammy out of self-defense. The leader of Delta Red didn't stay down for long as she surprised Ken with a big leg sweep, forcing him to kip back up to his feet instantly.
"Not bad." Ken said, catching his breath.
"Not bad?" Cammy questioned. "Try splendid!"
Ken held the urge to roll his eye; sometimes, Cammy could be TOO prideful about her skills.
The fighter decked out in red karate gi attempted to surprise Cammy with a big roundhouse kick, only for the green-clad soldier to bridge just in time to evade the move and surprise Ken with a big backward head-scissors. But Ken used his brains to good use by frontflipping with a forward handstand flip before trying to strike Cammy with a quick fist drop. It was a mistake though as Cammy managed to roll right out of the way, crashing Ken's fist into the ground. Thankfully, he was wearing gloves which minimized a little bit of hand damage.
"Damn... that wasn't pretty..." Ken hissed a little in pain, trying to shake the nerves from his right hand off.
Cammy capitalized on his little fumble by trying to surprise Ken yet again with a spinning fist, only for the experienced fighter to catch her fist and wrench Cammy's arm from behind. Once again, his brains continued to be put to good use.
"You know I didn't want to have to fight you in the first place," Ken chuckled right behind Cammy, whispering right in her ear, "But I got to admit, you're giving me quite the competition."
Cammy was in quite the predicament being trapped in a position like this. Yet, despite the fact that her arm was wrenching in pain, she somehow felt something strange rub up against the corner of her one-piece covered hips. The Delta Red leader found this feeling to be quite odd and pleasurably surprising to her, which let the thoughts inside her head speak inside her right away.
However, Cammy mischievously smirked, which Ken saw wasn't a good sign. And he was right. In a blink of an eye, Cammy got out of his grip and she immediately brought her arm back before going for a strike… towards Ken's balls! Ken attempted to cover his unmentionables believing Cammy was going to make him unable to have children. But instead, Cammy gently grabbed his big orbs and began fondling them like marbles. Very big, oversized marbles.
Ken immediately gasped in response and said to her, "Wha... w-w-what are you doing?"
Still fondling and massaging his nuts to her malicious advantage, Cammy smiled vengefully, "Easy... I'm doing this."
Before Ken could react to anything at all, Cammy socked him good right in the kisser, therefore knocking Ken down to the floor. And then, the leader of Delta Red proceeded to pin him down right away, leaving Ken unable to escape her clutch. Ken started to feel something stiff poke through his karate pants and right up between Cammy's covered swimsuit region in which the feeling was so arousing, it was making the nipples inside Cammy's skin-tight one-piece erect in pure pleasure.
Ken sent a nervous gulp up his throat and replied, "Okay, I have no idea what you're up to, but any idea why you felt me up like that?"
Cammy in return, sent out a very seducing grin on her face. But not without giving Ken the explanation he truly wanted from her, of course.
"You know, love," she purred seductively, "it ain't easy trying to do your job when you've got urges needed to release. Oh sure I've had the occasional one-night stand and all, but I always still felt unsatisfied from the experience. I've began getting a tad choosey for the right boner, mate. And frankly, I think I've snagged the big prize here." As she said that, she was continually grinding her massive firm, muscle-toned glutes on his covered cock.
Ken blushed a dark red, his said boner getting more and more erect after every grind. Normally, he would get straight to the point and ravage the lady silly until they both orgasmed all over each other. But since he was technically on duty, he had to refuse his lust.
"Okay look," he began, not being able to keep his eyes off of Cammy's big booty on his man-meat, "I'm not saying that what we might do is gonna be fucking awesome and all, but we both have a job to do and that's to figure out what M. Bison is up to, put an end to his scheme, and get out of dodge. So, if you would kindly mind getting your fat ass off my dick, let's just get this whole thing over with so we can go- MMPH!!"
Cammy was getting tired of hearing Ken ramble on and so decided to shut him up: by engulfing his mouth in hers, effectively french-kissing him. After a few moments, Cammy released Ken's mouth from hers and huskily breathed on his face,
"Face it, sexy boy," she seductively spoke, "you've got urges you want to act on and so do I. So, what d'ya say we just get outta these clothes and maybe make this fight more… interesting?"
After a moment of considering this statement despite the fact that he was already a married man, Ken let out the slyest little grin he could ever make and whispered, "How can I say no to that?"
Ken's response proved to be 'yes' enough for Cammy before the two accepted before the two proceeded to enchant each other with a delicious french kiss. How the immediate moans and groans the two exchanged with one another thanks to their tongues sounded so lewd and heavenly. That kind of combo energized Cammy's entire body with pure satisfaction, leaving her a bit stuffy thanks to the tight green latex-like one piece she had been wearing. She knew how to take care of that problem right away by using her own desired strength to tear her green one piece right off, forcing Ken to get a good gaze of Cammy's luscious busty nude body continuing to pin him. The sight itself left Ken no choice but to let out an entire wolf-whistle in return.
"Damn… what a body…" He immediately thought to himself, looking quite impressed of how curvy her bare body looked from the position he was in.
But that was just the beginning what Cammy had in plan for Ken himself. Her hands suddenly had a hold around of Ken's entire black belt and pants combined, feeling the urge to see how much kind of heat the blonde-haired brawler was packing. Almost immediately, Ken's cock erupted free of the pants, accidentally smacking Cammy's face as she gave out a yelp of surprise. The shock was quickly replaced by lust and awe as Cammy took in the sight of Ken's dick size; it was the length and width of a mahogany log!
"Well, what do you know? Looks like you're even bigger than I honestly imagined." The Delta Red leader grinned very naughtily, relishing the moment she was witnessing.
Licking her luscious lips sensually as some drool escaped her mouth, she inhaled before she started to deep-throat the massive cock, making Ken's eyes bulge in excellent pleasure. as he saw this feat, even though it was somewhat obscured by Cammy's humongous glutes in his face. That didn't matter much though as Ken found himself relaxed to the sweet sounds of Cammy's succulent sucking and slurping around his massive manmeat. She constantly bobbed her head back and forth, constantly taking in his throbbing prick non-stop without taking one ounce of rest whatsoever. This unimaginable pleasure Ken received from her entire tongue and mouth combined, forced himself to take control of this situation by grabbing onto her breathtaking pigtails and thrusting his cock right into her mouth in a very tense facefuck. The Delta Red leader moaned in delight as his shaft plunged deeper toward her throat, making the head of his cock come very close to choking out Cammy in the process. Not that she minded though as that was very expected of Ken to do that himself.
Cammy's eyes were watering like a fountain as she had to deal with Ken's cock down her throat, yet she never once took it out. Instead, she decided to give him the ultimate blowjob by cupping her hands around his tight balls and gently rolling them around in her palms as she continued to deep-throat him. Ken's body tensed up, his cock twitching and releasing a stream of pre-cum right into her mouth. She had never tasted something so heavenly before and she liked it.
The sound of Ken's balls slapping against her chin was music to Cammy's ears, which grew redder by the moment. Ken's grasp on her pigtails tightened as he started to pant and grunt in pure pleasure, his hips moving up and down in sync with her mouth's pace. The sound of his cock moving in and out of her mouth was a mix of wet squelching and muffled groaning.
Just as Ken was about to climax, Cammy abruptly pulled away, a grin plastered on her face as she watched his cock throb in the air, begging for release. "Not so fast," she murmured, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, a trail of spit connecting to Ken's glistening tip. "You're not done yet." Ken's eyes went wide in shock, his body quivering from the sudden withdrawal. "But... I was so...close!" he protested, his voice hoarse from moaning.
Cammy simply winked and climbed off him, her breasts bouncing with every movement. She stood up, her body glistening with sweat as she overpowered him like a ruler with an iron fist. She pointed a finger at him grinning, "You don't get to cum first, darling. That's my job."
Ken completely understood that statement, making it very sense in her favor.
Cammy, feeling quite the leader of this little rendezvous, straddled Ken's waist with a grin, her tight, wet pussy hovering just above his throbbing erection. She positioned herself so that her clit was perfectly aligned with the head of his cock, the anticipation building in the air as she lowered herself down with a hiss. Ken could feel the warmth of her sex enveloping him, her slickness making it easy for her to slide down his shaft. She took her time, savoring the feeling of being filled by him, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his massive girth.
Her movements were deliberate and slow at first, her hips gyrating in a gentle rocking motion that had Ken's cock sliding in and out of her at a torturously slow pace. Each time she lifted herself up, her clit would drag along the underside of his shaft, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of their bodies. Ken's hands gripped the floor, his knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to thrust up into her. He knew better than to rush a woman like Cammy, especially when she was in charge.
Her moans grew louder as she picked up the pace, her breasts bouncing with every downward movement. Ken watched in awe as Cammy's face contorted with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she rode him like a pro. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the abandoned warehouse, echoing off the cold, metal walls. Ken could feel his orgasm building, his balls tightening in anticipation, but he held back, not wanting to ruin the moment.
"Ohhhh, fuck... your pussy feels so tight... nhhhh..." He said with a struggling moan broken through his lips.
Cammy's hips rolled in a rhythm that was driving Ken wild. She leaned back, placing her hands on the floor behind her to support herself, her pigtails swaying with every movement. This new angle allowed her to take him deeper, and Ken felt like he was in heaven. He couldn't believe that he was fucking his rival's team leader in the middle of a mission, but the pleasure was too intense to care. His own hands found their way to her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he watched them bounce with every thrust. Her nipples were like little pebbles, hard and sensitive, and he knew just how much she liked it when he pinched them.
The sound of their bodies slapping together grew louder as they moved faster, their moans and gasps echoing through the warehouse. The floor was cold and unforgiving beneath them, but the heat between their bodies was more than enough to keep them warm. Ken could feel his orgasm approaching, and he knew that he had to hold out just a bit longer to give Cammy what she deserved.
But as the pleasure grew more and more intense, Ken couldn't help but let his mind wander to his wife Eliza back home, her sweet face popping up in his thoughts like a warning sign. He felt a pang of guilt for what he was doing, but the feeling was quickly drowned out by the sea of ecstasy that was building up inside of him. He squeezed Cammy's breasts harder, using the pleasure to push away the guilt. He had to focus on the moment, on the amazing sex that was happening right here, right now.
Cammy's eyes snapped open and she locked gazes with Ken, the intensity of their stare sending shivers down his spine. She leaned forward, her breasts smashing against his chest, her hands moving to his neck. Ken felt the pressure increase as she tightened her grip, her nails digging into his skin. He didn't know if it was passion or aggression, but it only served to turn him on even more.
With a sudden burst of strength, Ken flipped their positions, sending Cammy sprawling onto her back on the cold, hard warehouse floor. She gasped in surprise, but before she could recover, he had pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, his other hand reaching down to grip his own cock. The tip was glistening with her juices and his own pre-cum, and he used it to trace circles around her clit, watching as she squirmed beneath him.
"Now, let's see if you can handle the full Ken experience," he smirked, his teeth gleaming in the dim light.
Cammy's eyes went wide as Ken lifted the top of his red karate gi over his head, revealing his shredded six-pack abs and muscles that bulged with every breath he took. She couldn't believe she had never seen him like this before, so...so...exposed. It was like a whole new side of him had been uncovered, and she was the first to feast her eyes on it.
"Who knew you had such a hot bod under that thing?" she breathed, licking her lips.
"Ladies know what they really like in a man like me," Ken replied with a cocky smile. He threw the fabric aside, the sound of it landing on the ground seemingly amplified in the silence of the abandoned space.
Cammy's heart raced as she watched Ken align his cock with her wet entrance, the anticipation making her pussy quiver. He didn't rush, instead, he took his sweet time, teasing her by sliding just the tip in and out of her folds, making her whine and beg for more. She could feel the veins of his shaft pulsing against her clit, and she knew she wouldn't be able to hold out much longer.
"Show me what you've got," she challenged, biting her lip.
Ken took the dare and pushed his cock into her with a slow, deliberate movement, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure. The feeling of her tight pussy enveloping him was unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like coming home, and he never wanted to leave.
He began to thrust into her with a steady rhythm, his hips moving with precision and power. Each stroke was deep and thorough, hitting all the right spots and making Cammy's body arch off the floor. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer as if trying to get every inch of him inside her. The friction was intense, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the warehouse like a symphony of lust.
Cammy's moans grew louder as Ken picked up the pace, his abs contracting with each thrust. She could almost feel her climax building, a delicious pressure that was about to explode.
"Oh, Ken...oh fuck, yes!" she screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls.
Ken's own moans melded with hers, the pleasure consuming him. He didn't know how long he was going to last much, but he was determined to make this the best experience for her. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss, their tongues dueling as their bodies moved in perfect harmony.
The tension grew unbearable as they approached the peak of their pleasure. Ken felt it first, a warmth spreading from his balls up through his cock. He could feel Cammy's pussy tighten around him, her walls spasming in a desperate attempt to hold him back. But he couldn't resist the urge to let go, even though he could feel the stamina inside him waste away almost pretty fast with each pounding thrust. It almost sounded like loud gunshots ringing inside their respective heads, getting louder and louder until it was all they could hear. Needless to say that it was music to both their ears.
As much as it was fun to be in this kind of position, Ken suddenly grew tired of it pretty fast. Enough to the point where he glared down at Cammy with lust in her eyes, whispering maliciously, "All right... get on all fours for me..."
Cammy looked up at him with a smirk, noticing the glint in Ken's eye that signaled he had something naughty in mind. She didn't hesitate, immediately flipping herself over and placing her hands and knees onto the cold, hard floor. Her round, firm ass was sticking up in the air, the cheeks bouncing slightly with excitement. She knew Ken was going to love this, and she was more than happy to oblige.
Ken's cock twitched at the sight, standing tall and proud. He reached out and gave her ass a firm smack, watching it jiggle like a bowl full of jelly. The sound echoed through the warehouse, and Cammy let out a delightful yelp. She glanced over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Don't tease me, Ken," she said with a sultry smile, her voice low and full of need. "Give me what I want."
Ken chuckled darkly, his hand raised to deliver another spank. "You want it, huh?" he asked, his grin widening. "Beg for it, then."
Cammy rolled her eyes playfully, but she couldn't resist the urge to moan as another smack landed on her ass, this one a bit harder than the first. "Oh, Ken," she whimpered, her voice breathy with desire. "I need it."
The sight of Cammy begging for it was all the encouragement Ken needed. He smacked her again, a little bit harder this time, watching as she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly. Her pussy was glistening with arousal, and he knew she was close. He leaned in, whispering in her ear, "You're going to come for me, aren't you, Cammy?"
Her only response was a nod, her body trembling with anticipation. Ken took a moment to admire her from behind, his hand tracing the curve of her spine down to her waist, then back up to give her ass another squeeze. He knew that he could make this woman come apart at the seams if he just pushed her buttons right, and he was eager to do just that.
He positioned himself behind her, lining his cock up with her pussy. Without warning, he thrust into her, making her scream out in pleasure. The sensation of her tightness was almost too much for him to handle, but he gritted his teeth and began to pound her with all the strength he had.
Cammy's eyes rolled back in her head as Ken's cock filled her up, the pleasure so intense that it was almost painful. She had never felt anything like this before, and she was loving every second of it. She pushed back into him, meeting each of his thrusts with one of her own, the sound of their bodies smacking together growing louder with every passing moment.
The warehouse was now a battleground of passion and desire, where the only fight that mattered was the one happening between their bodies. Ken's hand smacked her ass again, and she let out a guttural moan, feeling the beginnings of her climax starting to build. She knew that it was going to be explosive, and she was ready for it.
"Fuck me, Ken," she breathed, her voice shaky with lust. "Fuck me harder."
Ken obliged, his hips moving faster and faster, his cock plunging in and out of her like a jackhammer. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, the familiar tightness in his balls telling him that it was going to be a big one. He reached around and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them as he thrust into her, his teeth gritted with the effort of holding back. Cammy tried so hard to desperately find a hard object to cling onto in order to keep herself tight from the hard pelvic poundings, but it was impossible knowing that she was on all fours on the bare floor. Maybe she can imagine they could be on a bed and Cammy can imagine that she's hanging onto a bedpost for complete control, but even so, it was just pointless.
All that she could do at this point was keep enduring the pelvic scrapings that was given to her tight little pussy a second at a time. But then, as he continued to pound way at the helpless Cammy, Ken suddenly felt his cock throb and pulsate inside her. It was clear that the feeling was so intense, he couldn't hold back inside Cammy any longer despite all the guilt he had been feeling when it came to Eliza earlier.
The blonde-haired fighter felt his teeth clench and his voice going monstrous shouting, "Fuck, Cammy... I'M GONNA CUM!!!!!"
All it would take was one simple push for Ken to let out a orgasmic roar, releasing his white-hot load deep into her pussy as it filled her to the brim with his seed. Cammy felt her entire body convulse as she took in his entire essence, her muscles clenching around his shaft as if it was a vice. Her walls quivered and spasmed, desperately trying to milk every drop out of him, and as she felt his cum soak into her womb, she knew she had never felt more alive.
The warmth of Ken's semen filled her up so much that it began to spill out of her, painting the cold floor with their combined pleasure. Her pussy was now a mess, leaking out the evidence of their illicit tryst. The smell of sex was thick in the air, mixing with the dust and metal scents of the warehouse.
Ken's body went limp, his cock still buried deep inside her as he tried to catch his breath. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving with the exertion of his climax. Cammy, not wanting to let the moment end just yet, wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a passionate kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth as if it was a new continent. Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, as if they were trying to devour each other whole. Ken's hands roamed over her body, feeling the slickness of their combined sweat and cum. He was utterly exhausted, but the feeling of her warm embrace was all he needed to keep going.
As they kissed, Cammy whispered in his ear, "That was quite the fight we had, wasn't it?" Her voice was filled with a smug satisfaction that only came from a victory well-earned. Ken chuckled weakly, his cock still twitching inside her.
"Yeah," he murmured, "but I think we both won in the end."
The two of them lay there for a few moments, their bodies intertwined, basking in the afterglow of their intense encounter. They were both breathless and sweaty, their hearts pounding in their chests like drums. But as the reality of what they had done began to set in, Ken pulled out of her with a wet pop, his cock still half-hard and glistening with cum. He looked down at Cammy, her body now a canvas of lust and satisfaction. Despite the situation, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of regret for his actions.
Cammy, however, was in a state of bliss, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. She looked up at him with a lazy smile, not an ounce of regret in her eyes. "Worth it?" she asked, her voice thick with satisfaction.
Ken nodded, his cheeks flushed with arousal and something else, something he couldn't quite put his finger on. "Yeah," he said finally, "it was worth it."
The cocky fighter wiped the sweat off from his arm before turning to Cammy, "You know I had quite a funny feeling. Would it be ridiculous if anyone had to catch what we were doing inside here?"
"You have no idea," Cammy chuckled a bit, "It's not like anyone REALLY needs to know."
The two treated themselves to another laugh before they failed to find out that a fly had been flying all around the two feeling very unseen. But unbecknowing to the two of them however, the fly that was flying all around the warehouse didn't prove to be that much of a fly after all, but rather it was a robotic drone that was sent by none other than M. Bison himself to monitor any unusual activities happening in the area. This was all part of his grand scheme to gather intel on any potential threats to his operations.
But that wasn't the worst part of this however.
Inside Shadaloo headquarters was M. Bison himself, who was watching the whole thing between Ken and Cammy unfold with his pants down and his entire throbbing cock sticking out of his pants with a blast of cum already being dripped down from the tip of his phallus. A brief sigh of pleasure had broken inside the dictator, who at this point, felt very proud of the little video he had taped for his own viewing pleasure.
"What fools they are," Bison murmured to himself, stroking his cock as he watched the recorded footage of Ken and Cammy's passionate encounter. His mind raced with the possibilities of what he could do with this newfound knowledge. He knew that Ken was married to Eliza, and this little indiscretion would serve as the perfect leverage against him should he see fit to leak it out. But right now, he was basking in the video he had created for his own sick delight, smirking to his own ego, "If Ken even finds me, he won't know what hit him."