His face trembled in fear, not just from the severity of the situation, but also from the thought of what might happen if he released the occupant of the only Poké Ball he had on him. A Machop that took fighting too sensual seriously. He used to be under the guidance of a strong martial arts master. However, a local mobster had attacked the old man at his home. Stephen was caught in the crossfire, but his appearance, as if fated, distracted the attackers, who had already killed the Machop's owner, sufficiently to allow the Machop to unleash his fury. By the end of his horrific revenge, the men would have drastically altered anatomies, and Stephen had a strange protector- the Machop may have felt that the boy was too weak to survive on his own, and, still under some influence of his departed master's noble teachings, wished to go with the boy. The creature, although at peak physical condition even for a Machop, and being taller than an average specimen, had suffered severe mental stress, which would shape his view on the world and himself, almost from the moment lick of his master's death. As he gradually entered puberty, the Machop began experiencing sexuality. A sign of evolution becoming closer and closer, he would find arousal in something that was dangerous: combat, injury and destruction. Stephen wished to help the Pokémon that had protected him by providing conditions for the Pokémon to train himself- ranging from sandbags, dummies and instructional video tapes. However, during these training sessions, the Machop would get an erection. Stephen had seen this, and thought of this as weird, but would not say anything. He had no clear idea of what was normal for a human when it came to sexual matters, let alone a Pokémon. What was happening, in fact, was that the unbridled violence Machop had resorted to on that fateful day, became the focal point of his sexuality. Stephen remembered the first time the Machop had truly shocked him out of his wits, before he gripped that Poké Ball, having no other choice, as a few thugs advanced at him and a group of other people: The young man, not really cut out for a true Pokémon Trainer journey due to health reasons, had attempted to reach a Pokémon researcher that had at that point, been studying massage the health of wild Pokémon on routes close to Goldenrod. He hoped to find a job as one of his assistants, since he had picked up a lot of general medical knowledge from his stays at hospitals. At one point, he heard a loud voice calling him out: ˝Hey, you there! Let’s fight! ˝ Turning his head to face the source of the voice, the brown-haired male noticed a trainer with a very excited, and confident look on his face. He wore a cap turned backwards. Stephen was no trainer, and despite having that one Poké Ball, his response was predictable: ˝I do not fight…this Pokémon had lots his master…I was accidentally there…now it’s with me.˝ ˝Wimp! You’re scared of losing, huh? Call the Pokémon out, or I will make you!˝, the trainer was very aggressive. Stephen tried to stay calm and responded persistently: ˝I’m no Trainer, again. I have no Pokédex, or a Trainer’s license.˝ ˝Bullshit!˝, the other one shouts, and comes right at Stephen, punching him in the nose, as he also tried to take the Poké Ball away from him. ˝If you won’t fight, I’ll take the Pokémon! You don’t deserve it! ˝, the impulsive bully shrieked, as he tried to grip the spherical object. Stephen winced, as the punch connected with his mouth, but the resistance he gave to the attempt of the cap-wearer to take the Poké Ball, would be crucial. In the tug-of-war, interracial the button that releases the Pokémon was pressed by accident, while the item itself ultimately rolled erotic out onto the ground. Both Stephen and the violent trainer looked at the flash of light that soon took the shape of a Machop. ˝Wow, a Machop! I’ll add you on my team- you are wasted on this loser! "Hell yeah, my wife and I became swingers for a while. That’s a hard and fast rule.” I was so happy. Partly at the intimacy of the confession but also the potential of living out the fantasy that both admitted they had. “A dildo…?” Elastigirl blushed seeing that. He ran to his office and kicked the door open with his weapon raised. “I’m very open about my sexuality,” Ashley shrugged. My lips wrapped around it and I began to suck and lick it, making her moan with delight. You still look like you did when we were dating. What? As receptive as Bonnie was, massage I wasn't sure orgasm denial would even be possible. As I gently rub her nipples, my other hand goes to her sensual hairy pubes. I slipped one finger into her pussy, probing gently as I sucked her clit. I couldn't believe how hot this made me. How excited. Jack was perturbed that his owner interracial would not get up and play with him so he began to lick her face again. “Oh fuck lick you Emily, I’m fucking cumming” as I started shaking and bucking like crazy from the intense orgasms that were shooting through me. "LETS SEE YOU DANCE WITH THOSE WEIGHTS ON SLAVE! Laura sat atop her horse gazing out across a sea of scrub brush and dull green grass. He has more to aid him than you think. My head snapped to the erotic right to see the strong and tall form of a police officer advancing on me. He had dark hair, a thick mustache on his upper lip. I didn’t understand. Finally, he took his cock from her and got off her enough to see her whole body. I groaned as her dark bush, trimmed close, peeked between her thighs. SLAP!WHAP! She look at me like why are we stopping.