บท 151: Canada Day Special: Ms. Sojourn, Mrs. Widowmaker
I don't own Overwatch
It was a lovely morning, the air was crisp and fucking hot because it was summer, and I decided that it's been a while since I deposited a fresh load of cum balls deep in my smoking hot Egyptian girlfriend.
So I went over to her place to do JUST that. The Anas were allegedly out doing Ana things today… probably involves guns, wrestling, or who knows? Maybe they're double-teaming my hot ass Aunt… she is the one who told me what they were doing today.
So I pulled up to her house, parked the car, and decided that just showing up to fuck was a bit Faux pars, I also brought a rose… what? I can be fucking Romantic if I want to, don't judge me, you don't have a smoking hot Egyptian girlfriend!
Who can also, technically, beat the SHIT out of me if she wants to… not in a sexual way, I feel I need to clarify that… I know I brag a lot about being able to fuck her into sexy past but I'm 100% certain if she had a mind to she could pound me into the ground like a stake, and she didn't need Sex Hulk power like young Ana to do it.
My girlfriend is awesome.
Anyway back to what I was doing, I walked up to the front door and raised my hand to knock. After waiting a moment the door popped open and there was my sexy girlfriend wearing an aviator jacket I'd never seen before and it had a patch with the Canada flag on the arm… "Scott?" she hissed then shoved me away stepping outside. "WHAT are you doing here?!" she hissed nervously as I frowned.
"…I thought we could spend the day doing what we do best." I noted opening her Canadian jacket and slipping the rose into her pocket. "…Bad time?" I asked as she frowned at me blushing.
"YES." Just as a rather chill man appeared behind her, holding a mug of what I can only assume to be coffee. He looked Indigenous, a wise old native type with long black hair and oddly Fareeha like features in his face-
Oh fuck, it's her father.
"Fareeha? Who is it?" he asked in a very chill manner.
"This… is… my…" she said slowly, trying to find the words with a very red and adorable face. "Student… Stu."
"Scott." I corrected.
"Right. Scott, my student."
"Her favorite student." I said lazily as she slowly turned back toward me, scowling at me. "…What?"
The man chuckled, there was a weird twinkle in his eyes and he sipped his coffee. "Your student named Stu Scott just comes and visits you on the weekend?"
"It's just. Scott." I replied, with a shrug, "Pleased to meet you sir."
"Sam."
"Sir Sam." I replied.
"Sam English."
"No, I'm a Scott."
"Doesn't that still make you English?"
"STOP!" Fareeha declared as Sam grinned cheekily and sipped his coffee again, winking at his utterly exhausted daughter.
"I like him." He said and I smirked, if my sexy ass girlfriend's dad likes me then I'm totally in…
However I was starting to realize that I wasn't getting into my girlfriend's pants today… shit.
"Please don't encourage him." Fareeha replied.
"Are you talking to me or your dad?" I asked.
"She must be talking to you." Sam replied but Fareeha interrupted us.
"I'm talking to the both of you! Dad. Go inside, Scott. Let me talk to you over here!"
"Whoa!" she yanked me aside and away from the front door as Sam went back inside. "…Was that necessary."
"Don't be a dick!" she hissed at me as I frowned back.
"He said he likes me." She glowered at me and cleared my throat. "…So does this mean no sex?" I asked as her glowering increased in intensity.
"My dad's in town for Canada Day. So I'm going to spend time with HIM instead of your pants."
"Canada has a day?" WHAP! "OW!" she smacked me upside the head. "Wait…Are you Canadian?!" WHAP! "Ow! Stop HITTING me." I mumbled as she got the other side of my head. "…Sexy Canadian girlfriend doesn't have the same ring-" she raised her hand warningly, "Okay! Okay… another time then…" I mumbled, "I try to be a good boyfriend and this is the thanks I get…" She glared skeptically at me. "…Is it my fault I wanted to see my girlfriend? I don't think so." After a second I repeated. "Canada has a day?"
"It's basically Canada's July 4th." Fareeha replied, "Now. I have to deal with you later…"
"FINE… but only because I love you."
"Yes. Good, remember that. Off you go." She said blushing, pushing me towards my car like she was about to arrest me.
"Hey Syrup, why don't you invite the kid to the party?" Sam replied from the door, now stereotypically eating pancakes… it wasn't even breakfast.
"Syrup?" I asked as Fareeha blushed and glared at me.
"Shut up."
"What party?"
"SHUT UP."
"We're having a BBQ later." Sam replied casually, "Why don't you drop by? Fareeha's making the poutine?"
"The what now?" I replied as Fareeha, as red as a tomato, looked like she was about to stab me… oh well, I had a good life. "What's poutine?"
"Fries, cheese curd, and smothered in brown gravy." Sam replied, stepping aside and inviting me in as my sexy Egyptian/Canadian girlfriend stared flabbergasted at us.
"That sounds disgusting… I love it." I then walked into Fareeha's house with her father, she rushed in so quickly behind me that her boobs bounced on my back, pushing me forward. Sam walked back into the kitchen as she glared at me seriously.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"…Bonding with my future father in law?" I replied as she blushed, "What? You're acting like I'm going to do something debaucherous right in front of him." I replied as she fidgeted adorably and my hand grabbed a fistful of hot Egyptian/Canadian ass. "Like I'd do anything to risk loosing this sweat piece of Canadian bacon." Her red face resisting the urge to moan, laugh, or yell at me angrily… she finally settled on.
"I don't know how. But I'm going to get you back for this." She said warningly. I frowned and weighed my options… then quickly decided.
"Yeah, worth it."
"You two coming? Sam shouted from the kitchen, and… no not yet.
"Yeah." Fareeha replied, "Just telling Scott about boundaries." She replied and we spent the day bonding with her dad, also cooking… because it turns out that Fareeha CAN expertly make Poutine… that's one dish out of SO many others…
But once the sun started going down that was when the fun started…
Most of the teachers had come to the Amari household, and the backyard was full of people I didn't know. I guess when you're a secret boyfriend you don't really get to meet your hot teacher's regular acquaintances. But that's fine I get access to her rocking body… win-win
Well sort of. She's been cock-teasing me all day so that's not as fun, and she's also been hanging out with her father, so I can't really interrupt that. He's going back to Canada tomorrow so I should let them spend time together instead of trying to colonize her womb with my soldiers.
LUCKILY most of the Overwatch High staff was here today and there was plenty to pick from… Mei wasn't here, she was deep in her bomb shelter making fireworks for July 4th so she was out. Angie was here with Genji so that was unlikely. My hot Canadian/Egyptian girlfriend's sister-mother was here but so was my Hot Ass Aunt… and while sex would be HIGHLY likely in that situation there was a strong likelihood that we'd cause a loud commotion…
I needed someone who would definitely keep their voice down while I made them scream in orgasm… fuck, Satya's not here either. It's easy to keep someone's voice down with a cock in their throat. My eyes wandered the BBQ party, and lingered on the patio being used as a small dance floor, and then my eyes were drawn to short-shorts wrapped around thick Canadian booty… seems like Ms. Chase was channeling her inner Sojourn persona and shaking dat ass… which was not helping… OH, speaking of thick ass…
Amelie Lacroix with no Gerard. Perfect. She looked relatively annoyed in her summer dress, her long purple legs ending in fuck me heels and her lips painted up in Canada red… I wonder if she's French Canadian? She's definitely French whore… Still, she looked moderately annoyed and, after chugging a glass of wine… which should really be beer if you think about it. She said something to Fareeha and her father, before politely calling it a night, heading into the house…
So I followed her, she looked to be heading to the front door but then made a quick detour toward the bathroom. Perfect. Just as she walked inside I rushed in after her, and quickly covered her mouth. "MMGH!" she elbowed me hard in the chest.
"OW! Amelie it's me!" she then elbowed me HARDER. "OW! Hey!" I shut the bathroom door and pulled my hand from her mouth but gripped her long elegant neck tightly, sliding my other hand up her sundress and down the back of her tight black panties, fingering her tight, puckered French asshole.
"What do you want you Petit bâtard?!" she snarled, at first, before hissing through her teeth and moaning subtly, my fingers warming up my French whore's asshole. "Oooh…"
"I just want to use my hole for a few minutes, don't mind me." I whispered in her ear, now teasing her AND her asshole as her underwear shimmied from her hips down to her ankles.
"You little shit!" she gasped, "I-I need to use the restroom!" she declared as I shoved her onto the toilet, straddling it in reverse as her ass presented behind her, I lifted her skirt and smacked her purple derriere. "Oooh!"
"You can do both." I declared, pushing her back and holding her easily in place while finally unleashing my Fareeha Fueled erection and poking against her asshole, her pussy dripping what I assumed to be arousal as I rammed up into her ass, getting balls deep with one thrust and feeling her insides clenching around me.
"MY ASS!" she hissed through clenched teeth. "Petit bâtard."
"Well YEAH. I told you I wanted to use my hole." I teased again, "Your ass is MINE remember?" her purple face turned red in frustration… and arousal. "Why? Which hole did you want me to use?" I whispered in her ear, getting cheek to cheek.
"Va te faire foutre." She snapped, "MERDE!" and gasped as I began pounding against her ass, her purple cheeks rippling and jiggling against my hips as I grabbed her face, forcefully turning it to mine before spitting into her gasping mouth. "AH…!"
"French whore." Shoving my tongue into her mouth and thrusting even faster. Her legs tensed up as I drove into her harder, my hand sliding down her body, rubbing at her clit as she squealed into my lips and sprayed her French piss into the toilet.
"MMMGH!!" squealing into my mouth as I kept ass fucking her, pinning her to the toilet as the smile of urine filled the bathroom. "MMGh! Mmgh! Mmgh!!" My pretty French party favor squealed into my lips as her ass clenched around my cock… good thing she had to go #1 and not #2 or this might have been awkward… well maybe not SO awkward… as I slammed my cock up my French whore's ass and deposited a heavy Fareeha filled load into her bowels. "MMmgmgh!!" she shivered uncontrollably as I stayed balls deep to empty my balls.
"Ah… yeah… that's the stuff." I sighed contentedly, finally relieved after hours of cock teasing. Letting Amelie's head drop onto the tank of the toilet as she gasped for air. I steadily pulled out of her asshole, but it lovingly clung to me like the good French Whore hole it was… I smacked her purple ass and leaned forward, sloppily kissing her cheek as she cooed, mumbling incoherently in French. "Happy Canada Day Amelie…" My cock finally slipped out of her ass with a wet pop, her gaping, spasming hole gasping for my return but I only needed to drain my balls.
"Mmng! Merde…" she moaned, pushing herself upright, slowly, her body trembling and a little bit sweatier. "Batard." She whimpered lovingly as I smacked her presented ass again, "Merde!" her ass cheeks rippled and wobbled invitingly, making my spent length twitch, then I grabbed her hair. "AH!" yanking her head back to look down at her.
"…You wouldn't happen to be French Canadian would you?" I asked as she scowled at me.
"Non." She spat and I grabbed her tits, squeezing them as she moaned longingly.
"Were's your cuck of a husband?" I asked casually as she glared furiously up at me, but then her eyes shifted trying not to look me in the eyes as she answered meekly.
"…He couldn't make it."
"Well that sucks." I replied, before squeezing her purple ass again. "Well thanks for that." I replied as her head snapped angrily at me.
"Is that it?"
"Yeah…" I replied, blinking at her, before sliding my fingers into her sensitive ass and making her shiver. "This is MINE, I can do what I want with it." I said silkily, feeling her hole squeezing around my fingers. "And you came like the good French whore you are… though in the spirit of the holiday, I wish you were Canadian.
"Espèce de petite merde." She gasped as I felt her shivering on my fingers in orgasm, hissing softly "I'm going to-"
"Amelie? Are you alright in there?" came the voice of DEFINITELY Canadian Vivian Chase…
"Oh good." I replied, ripping out of Amelie's gaping ass. "Now at least I can participate in the spirit of the holiday."
I opened the bathroom door, and Vivian in a tank top and booty shorts stared at me surprised. She then eyed a sheepishly bashful Amelie, then my cock rising up to greet her, then my grinning face. "Fuck." She mumbled as I grabbed her wrist and yanked her in. "WHOA!" I shut the door behind her then clapped her thick ass. "Ah! HEY!"
"Welcome to the private party!" I declared abruptly shoving her against the wall, behind Amelie and across the toilet as I grabbed her booty shorts and yanked down… instantly greeted with a white thong between that thick black ass… and there was a red Maple leaf on what little material was left. "…I knew you were patriotic but this is still a surprise." I grabbed her delicious chocolate cheeks and spread her ass apart as she wiggled her hips.
"I didn't have time to change, I filmed a video earlier today." She replied as I realized there was also a red maple leaf on the crotch side of the thong. That is as hilarious as it is sexy. WHAP! "Ah! HEY…" she scowled as I spanked, clapped, and jiggled her booty for my close-up viewing pleasure.
"Come on now you were shaking it so much earlier." I said, cupping her cheeks in my hand and bouncing them. "Let's go." She sighed, then pressing her hands to the wall started clapping her ass cheeks together right in front of my face… devouring her thong and displaying her pretty pink pussy as I leaned forward and buried my face into that thick Canadian ass.
"AH! mMgh!" she quivered as I slipped my tongue into her pussy, smacking her thick black ass with my hands as my tongue delved deep inside her, rubbing against her inner walls as her toes curled on the tiles, her fingers clawing the walls. "Aha! Ah!" her ass shaking on my face, her pussy clinging to my tongue and my cock nice and hard, ready to delve deep into the wilds of Canada. I pulled away from her, she twitched slightly and gasped as I stopped eating her out. And stood up…
Meanwhile behind me, thinking I was too distracted by booty. Which was fair. Amelie tried to slip out, leaving her underwear on the floor only for me to grab her ponytail and yank her back. "AH! Batard!"
"Where are you going?" I asked, but muffled her answer with my lips and shoved my tongue into her mouth.
"MMgn! Mmnn.. MGH!!" squealing as I fingered her ass again, keeping her nice and warm as I guided my cock into Vivian.
"Ahaa… mmgh!" covering her mouth before making her squeal. "Mmgh! Mmgh!!" her thick ass cheeks rippling as my hips slammed hard into her from behind. "Mmgh-mmgh-mghh!!" her insides clinging to my cock as relentlessly pounded away. Her squeals soon decreased in volume as her pussy tensed up, squeezing my cock tightly as she spasmed, and orgasmed. "Haaha…"
"Looks like she need that more than I did…" I replied as Vivian abruptly dropped to the floor, on her knees she clawed the wall and shivered in orgasm, her pussy leaking down her shapely thighs. Nice sturdy legs…
I grabbed her by her hair, yanking her away from the wall and throwing her forward onto her hands and knees, and then I threw Amelie onto her back. "AH!" she lay on top of Vivian, legs spread as she glanced at me before I grabbed her waist and slammed into her pussy.
"MERDE!!" she gasped, her head hanging over a dazed Vivian's shoulder as I fucked one on top of the other. "AH! Ah! Ah! AH!!"
"Just wanted to make sure you're not feeling jealous."
"You're a fucking… bastard!" Amelie gasped, shaking wildly in orgasm as I kept thrusting. "uuugh!!"
I buried my cock into her sexy purple body before yanking her head up. "IN FRENCH WHORE." I ordered.
"Tu es un putain de salaud!" she sneered back, squeezing my cock as I let her head go and made her cum again, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! UUUGH!!" ripping out of her twitching body, before smacking my hands onto Vivian's ass and reminded her she was my sex toy right now.
"AH! AAAAH!!" howling pleasurably as I rammed away at her pussy again, "Ah! AH! Ah! FUCK…" her ass cheeks rippling and pussy clenching around my cock. "I'm! GONNA… FUCKING CUM…" she bit her bottom lip.
"In Canadian Cumdump!" I replied, smacking her ass as her upper body dropped to the floor and she stuck her ass up in the air.
"I'm going to fucking cum!" she squeaked, squeezing tightly, "UUUGH!!" burying my cock into her body I fell onto Amelie and sloppily kissed her, spilling my load into Vivian as she gasped and shivered. Feeling my load pumping deep into her ass she moaned, "How do you always have so much?"
"Why wouldn't I?" I replied, ripping out of her body and watching them writhing on the floor together before grabbing them by the hair, pulling them up to their knees, side by side, "Got some maple syrup for you." I pulled their lips to my cock, feeling their tongues and drool sliding along my shaft as I slid them back and forth, thrusting between their faces as they moaned dazedly together, sliding into Amelie's mouth too feeling her tongue dancing over my tip. Holding her head in place, and Vivian at my balls I rapidly thrust into Amelie's mouth. "NNGH!"
My cock pulsated between her lips as she glared up at me, my cum splattering the back of her mouth as I pulled out of her mouth with a wet slurp. My cock rested on Vivian's face as it went limp. All cleaned out. I pulled my junk away from Vivian's face before pushing their lips together. "Make sure to share now." Vivian and Amelie sucking each other's faces as I stroked their heads. Finally putting my cock away as they pulled apart.
"…It actually did taste like maple syrup." Mumbled Vivian as Amelie wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
"I had a lot of it today. Sam practically drinks the stuff. Speaking off, I better get back to it. I have to make a good impression." I noted as Amelie and Vivian, looking perfectly fine if not a little tired, got to their feet behind me.
"I got to stop going to places where Scott might show up." Vivian mumbled.
"Good luck." Amelie replied sarcastically, "Let me know when you figure it out." And then I left them wobbling behind me. Another satisfied teacher.
"Scott there you are." Grinned Sam as I walked out into the backyard to find him grilling… I'm pretty sure he's grilled an entire cow today. "Hate to ask but could you get the maple syrup?"
"…Your daughter or the food?"
"They're both in the kitchen so either or." He replied as I laughed.
"…I like this guy." I declared before heading into the kitchen to find Fareeha finishing up another pot of Poutine. "Your Dad wants the maple syrup." I hesitated, "…Thought actually considering the answer he gave me he might have also been talking about you Syrup."
Fareeha stared at me, a placid look on her face… and I'm starting to think I might have pressed me like. "…You are not allowed to call me Syrup." She said firmly as I cleared my suddenly very dry throat. "Understood?"
"…Yes Ma'am."
"And my point still stands Scott." She grabbed the syrup and the poutine bowl. "Sometime. Some place… You will be punished." She declared as I frowned.
"For what?" I replied indignantly as Fareeha stared blankly at me.
"You're you.. I'm sure you've done SOMETHING." She then went outside, leaving me alone to admit that… yeah. It was probably true. And I wasn't even talking about banging Vivian and Amelie in the bathroom.
…I should clean up the bathroom and apologize. Apologizing is VERY Canadian
End
With time to spare!... okay not so much, Canada Day is the 1st of July according to my Canadian buddy, I had hoped to finish this yesterday, but there you go. It was almost another July 4th special with blackjack and cowgirls... but it's Ashe, we can do Cowgirls all the time.
To the French!
Va te faire foutre. = Fuck you
Espèce de petite merde = you little shit
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