Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077]

Gillean moved fast, closing the distance. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him with her fluffy thighs, squeezing his hips, and locked her lips to his in a hungry kiss. Her tongue pushed in, swirling against his as she started grinding her bare, dripping pussy along the hard ridge of his cock still trapped in his pants.

Her hands worked at his tie, loosening the silk with quick tugs before attacking his shirt, popping each button one by one, her nails grazing his chest.

Cypher reached behind her, both hands filling up with her amazing ass. It was so fucking soft and so much, his fingers sank deep into the plush meat. Some procedure had clearly been done, but it all felt natural, warm under his palms. The skin was smooth, and every time she rolled her hips, it moved against his grip like jelly.

His fingers explored further, one hand sliding down the cleft until his middle finger found her tight pucker and rubbed circles around the rim. The other hand dipped lower, two digits parting her lower lips wider. She was already soaked, coating his digits in warm, slippery nectar.

"Mmmm…." Gillean moaned into his mouth, then broke the kiss.

She slid down between his spread legs, dropping to her knees on the floor. Her hands quickly worked on his belt and yanked it open. She dragged the zipper down without pause, then hooked her fingers into his waistband and tugged his pants and boxers down in one smooth pull.

His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach before settling upright. Veins pulsing in blatant hunger, tip swollen and ready.

"Mmmm… As expected. I was hoping you would be big," she purred as she stared at his throbbing length.

"Why?"

"I've fucked plenty of rich and powerful men, Cypher. But a rich man with a nice, natural cock? That's just…"

She gripped him at the base with both hands, fingers wrapping tight around his thick girth. She stroked him reverently, rubbing the throbbing shaft against her soft palms while her thumbs traced the pulsing veins.

Then she brought his cock to her face, rubbing the swollen crown over her full lips, painting them glossy with his leaking precum. She planted loud, wet smooches along his length, each one deliberate and adoring, her tongue flicking out to taste him between kisses.

"Make it sloppy," Cypher ordered.

"Mmm… No other way." Gillean smirked and wrapped her lips around his flesh rod.

She worshipped his cock like it was the only thing she would ever need. Her lips stretched wide as she took him in, suckling while her tongue swirled around the swollen tip. She pulled back out to rub the slippery, veiny shaft all over her pretty face, smearing precum across her cheeks, her forehead, then dove back down.

Sclk! Sclk!

She kissed and licked every inch. Both hands worked him greedily, one stroking the base in tight twists while the other cupped and rolled his heavy balls.

Spit dripped from her mouth in thick strings, pouring down his shaft and soaking his sack as she rubbed her face against him like a cat in heat, leaving shiny trails of saliva.

She stared up at him with those hungry eyes, mascara starting to run in dark streaks down her flushed cheeks.

"Let me help."

Right then, Cypher grabbed fistfuls of her spiked hair like bunny ears. He used both fists full of hair like handles, ramming her skull down on his cock.

Her throat bulged visibly with every savage plunge, lips splayed around his girth. Tears streamed down her ruined face, mixing with the rivers of spit that bubbled and frothed from the corners of her mouth. She looked almost feral, eyes watering, cheeks hollowing, then bulging as she choked and gagged around him. Yet her hands still clutched his thighs, pulling him deeper like she couldn't get enough.

"Gluk! Gluk!"

Gillean's perfect face was a complete mess. Every time he buried himself to the hilt, the outline of his cock was clear against her neck.

"Gaaaah! Drink it!"

Cypher rammed hard one final time and unleashed a torrent of batter straight down her throat.

He blasted deep, forcing her to swallow and slobber. Some still backwashed, bubbling out around his shaft in messy white foam that coated her chin.

"Get up, lie down on the couch."

Cypher pulled her up roughly and threw her onto the couch so her back slanted against the backrest, her neck twisted awkwardly, her chin nearly touching her breasts in a folded position.

He grabbed her legs, lifted them high, and hooked her heels over his shoulders. He reached around with both arms, clawing her heavy breasts as his rock-hard cock lined up with her dripping pussy.

He probed once, teasing her slick folds, then shoved forward.

"Ooooooh! I'm going to… enjoy this!" Gillean moaned.

Cypher stared at her messy, cum-dripped face, then down at her tits now marked with his rough hand prints, and further still at her tight pussy lips stretching wide around his invading cock. The sight of her swollen petals gripping him as he sank deeper.

"So am I!"

Plap!

He rammed it in. The couch thumped hard against the wall behind them.

Plap!

He plowed again, savage, greedy, and deep. That was the intention. They weren't lovers. This was transactional, a filthy negotiation.

He fucked her like a beast, hips snapping forward in punishing strokes that made her tits bounce wildly. He felt her pussy clenched and fluttered around every thick inch, soaking wet as he bottomed out against her cervix again and again.

Gillean's moans spilled out desperately. "Ah—fuck! So many men jerk off to this face every morning… Watching me… On the news… and now you're balls-deep in it—Ngh! Ngh! Ruining the pretty reporter they all want!"

"Never watched TV… don't know," he replied as he kept pounding her without mercy.

She extended her hand down, moaning louder, and reached between her legs to rub her own swollen clit in frantic circles. Her fingers slipping and sliding over her wet, swollen nub while his cock stretched her wide.

Cypher pinched her nipples between his fingers, twisting just enough to make her cry out.

Then, he suddenly felt her climax hit like a shockwave, her pussy suddenly clamping down around him, rippling in powerful spasms as her juices gushed hot and slick around his shaft, soaking his balls and dripping down onto the couch.

"Gah! Outside?"

"Inside… I've… removed it… ah! Put it all! In me!" She begged desperately.

Cypher didn't mind. He shoved in with a brutal plunge, so deep his chin nearly rested on top of her head. His cock bottomed out completely as he came hard, flooding her with a load of thick, hot cream. His hips kept sloshing, churning like butter, stirring the messy mix of their juices between their sweaty bodies while her walls milked every last drop.

"You are… good at this," Gillean panted.

"Ain't done."

Cypher pulled out, strings of batter and her juices stretching between them. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her to her wobbly feet, then dragged her into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed so she landed face down, chest smushed into the sheets.

Quickly, he climbed behind her, forcing her knees up and spreading them wide so her ass raised high in the air while her face and tits stayed pressed into the mattress.

He pressed her face harder against the sheets with one strong hand and started rubbing his still-hard, cum-slick cock along her dripping pussy again, teasing her flushed folds from behind.

"Mmmm… Are you sure?" Gillean mumbled into the mattress, shifting both arms. She reached behind with her own hands and spread her asscheeks wide, giving him a clear, sinful view of her twitching, cum-filled pussy and the tight little back hole above it. "Don't want the other one?"

Cypher gulped. This was like dangling candy in front of a monkey. Of course, he was gonna take it.

"Brace for it!"

Cypher drenched his cock in the mix of his own cum and her juices, dipping once more into her still-spasming pussy to coat every inch. Then his swollen, glistening tip pressed against her tight little ass. The puckered rim fluttered and breathed under the pressure, clenching instinctively before relaxing just enough to kiss the head of his cock.

He spat a thick glob of spit right onto her hole, watching it slide down the cleft and glisten around her lower lips.

With a slow, firm push, he sank in.

Her ass was impossibly tight, the ring of muscle stretching wide around his girth, gripping him angrily. Inch by inch, he filled her, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against her inner walls as they yielded reluctantly.

Gillean's breath hitched sharply.

"Oh fuck… It's so indecent," she gasped, trembling with delight. "If anyone ever found out the prim little Fifty-Four reporter let a corpo fuck her perfect ass raw… I'd be ruined. Completely finished—OOhhh!!"

Yet even as she spoke, her own hands stayed firmly on her cheeks, spreading them wider for him, offering herself completely.

She cooed and cried out as he sank deeper. "Nngh—! So full… I feel so fucking full… you're splitting me open!"

Pumping slowly into that tight hole, savoring the feeling of her rippling muscles around every inch, Cypher asked through gritted teeth, "You came prepared for this?"

"I'm always prepared."

He couldn't hold back any longer. His hips snapped forward, plowing into her ass. His pelvis collided with her jiggling cheeks over and over.

Plap! Plap!

He grabbed a fistful of her hair from behind, yanking her head back as he rammed in hard, burying himself balls-deep with every brutal thrust. Her ass rippled and bounced under the impact, the star-shaped hole fluttering wildly around the base of his cock.

The pressure was insane. Her ass gripped him so tight it felt like she was trying to milk him dry with every stroke.

Cypher's balls drew up tight, that familiar buzz racing up his spine. He slammed in again, lodging himself as deep as he could go with all his weight.

His cock pulsed hard inside her, thick ropes of batter erupting in heavy, forceful spurts straight into her. Each throb felt like it was being wrung out of him, flooding her with hot, sticky seed until it started leaking back out around his shaft in creamy white drops. He ground against her, hips twitching, emptying every last drop.

Finally, he pulled out. Thick globs of cream bubbled from her stretched, gaping ass and trickled down over her ruined pussy.

Cypher collapsed flat onto the bed beside her, chest heaving, body slick with sweat.

"I need a bath," Cypher murmured.

Gillean hummed and nestled beside him, hugging his side, nibbling on his earlobe. "As do I."

"I guess the third time's gonna be a charm then," Cypher smirked. "I'll get the tub filled."

"More?" Gillean frowned, expressions melting into surrender soon. "You really are great with your gun."

"Only because the target's nice and tight."

"Hah!"

Gillean laughed throatily and followed behind him into the bathroom.

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Afterlife, Watson,

Rogue Amendiares sat in one of the private booths in her club. In her hand was a large handheld screen running the entire video of Cypher Blackwell hunting Scavs. By then, she, her staff, and the entire Net had agreed to call it hunting, not a killing.

She frowned faintly, a little unsettled by the fact that she had met this man a few hours ago. And also the fact that 'he' was sniffing around. The mess was only growing bigger and bigger.

"Anything?" she asked her netrunner, Nix. "How did he do this alone?"

"He's tight with some big-name netrunner," he said. "Omnissiah. That's the handle. No sightings, no voice, nothing. Just appeared when Cypher Blackwell started making noise. Chatrooms say he can punch through Arasaka and Militech ICE like it's nothing. But Rogue, I'm not seeing any trace of a run in that building's system. This was all Cypher Blackwell acting crazy."

Rogue didn't like that and shifted in her seat. "So a ganic killed thirty-six Scavs, half of them with serious chrome, four with sandies."

"Rogue, why do you have a problem with him?" Crispin Wayland asked her. He was her bodyguard, but also a friend. "Choom's good for business. Good for the city too. I checked the guns, the chrome, the intel he was pushing in the club. Solid work. We could place a few Facemen inside, have them operate under us."

Rogue shook her head. "It's not his work. That checks out. It's the rest that stinks. Shows up out of nowhere and starts growing faster than anything we've seen. Militech, NUSA, Arasaka, all locked onto him. Keeps pushing tech nobody's heard of, nobody's seen. Got the money to back it, got the skills too… that doesn't just happen, Squama. But every trail we followed went cold. All we found was a dusty shack by the lake."

"So you're saying he's got a backer?"

"I don't know." Rogue sighed, head shaking. "That's the problem. We don't know a damn thing. He's either incredibly lucky or incredibly smart."

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Lake Farm,

Cypher was seated on the floor, busy using a wrench to fix a damn eye into the skull of a Scav. Just in his tank top, he was still sweating profusely. The air conditioner needed some repair, but he'd postponed that.

Gillean had work to do. She didn't stay for long and left in the same Delamain she arrived in.

Cypher really didn't mind this one interaction. She got something in return, as did he. And he liked the chemistry between them. But the thing he liked the most was how she didn't try to fuck him over by trying to record something.

She came, did her interview, earned his exclusive access, got fucked, and left.

He had taken a nap after that, woke up early at nine in the morning, and got to work. This was the first Servo Skull, and he wanted to get rid of that constant, ever-present itch he often forgot about.

But at the same time, he was on call with a very hot-headed, angry gremlin on the other side. Before this one, he was busy talking to Judy, who was busy scolding him.

"You bastard! You promised you'd take me on that Scav hunt! Why didn't you call me, choom? You flatlined thirty-six! That's too many for one gonk!"

Cypher laughed, not even looking at his Agent lying beside him. "It happened suddenly."

"Who're you shitting choom? That shit takes weeks of planning!"

"Trust me, Rebecca, it didn't," he replied, tightening the eye.

"Whoa!" Rebecca squealed, "What's with that sweaty face? Wait, you jerking off? Damn, I knew my charm would work. Show me the meat. Never seen a millionaire's junk."

"..."

Cypher paused and looked at the screen.

"Show me! Show me!"

"Are you sure?" Cypher asked as he reached for the Agent.

"Millionaire cock! Show me!"

Cypher quickly turned the camera and showed her the wrench he was holding. He stroked it like his dick.

"Fuck you, man! Got me all hot and moisty thinking."

Cypher chuckled. She was like that all the time. "Tell Maine to meet me at the club in four hours. I got some jobs for your group."

"You got it, Choom." Rebecca chirped, her entire face following the screen. "See you later, handsome."

Handsome?

Cypher never understood why some women called him handsome.

"Hey, Atlas. You think I'm handsome or what?" he asked, nearly finished with the first skull. "Women keep telling me that."

"To young women, every rich man appears handsome," Atlas spoke through the nearby speaker.

"Hey, I ain't like those bald, fat yacht dudes. I'm young, man. Anyway, you find anything on Misty? Why didn't she show up to the party? Even Vik came."

"She is currently at her shop. It seems she is deliberately keeping herself occupied."

Cypher frowned, slightly worried for her. "Alright, I'll pay her a visit after the Club meetings."

"There is another thing," Atlas continued. "I spoke with Song So-Mi. She revealed that her cyberware torso was upgraded using technology from Obsidian. I was already aware of that. However, she also shared that the NUSA president has taken a keen interest in it, something I did not know."

Cypher stopped working on the skull and looked up where Atlas' avatar appeared.

"You mean, they're onto me?"

Atlas nodded. "With this information, I believe there's a strong chance your assessment of that man in the club is accurate."

"Ah, that? Yeah, I'm damn sure it's Blackhand, Atlas. If Rogue reacted, it's gotta be him. And that arm gave it away."

"May I ask, what makes you so certain?"

Cypher almost cracked up. "Because Rogue was getting pounded by that dude back in the day."

"Interesting. That shifts the probability to absolute certainty."

"Damn right." Cypher shrugged and resumed working. "Now, back to the skull, come here. We're waking up the Machine Spirit and shit."

Gillean Jordan

Gillean Jordan in no clothes.

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