SpoilerWorld: OverwatchTags: Futanari/Female, Futanari/Futanari, Gloryhole, Aggressive, Oral Sex, Smut Focused

  [colpse]Known for its rowdy customers, te hours, and highly fmmable libations, the Rapture was the most popur roadhouse in the Junkertown area. As a pce of respite, the establishment served wastenders and junkers alike without issue, provided that people could bay their bar tab. If you were on your way to Junkertown at a te hour, you could kill time at the Rapture until the gates were opened in the morning. If you were coming out of Junkertown, it was a great pce to stop off before continuing into the Wastend. Many junkers on their way to scavenge the omnium could be found in the roadhouse at any given time.

  But there was only one thing about the roadhouse that interested Odessa Stone: the bathroom. The door flew open as the towering woman rushed into the establishment. The evening was in full swing, with patrons lined up at the bar and filling the tables with various drinks as music bsted through the taproom. Standing seven feet tall with a muscur frame, rge breasts barely restrained by a ratty old shirt, and a shock of blue hair, Odessa would have drawn attention to herself no matter the circumstances. But there was one key thing about her that always got people’s attention.

  “Shit,” a rotund junker from the nearest table excimed, sitting up a little straighter when he saw who had just stepped inside. “It’s the bloody Junker Queen!”

  Under normal circumstances, Odessa would have basked in the attention. Becoming the Junker Queen had been the proudest moment of her life, and the swagger and bravado she’d always conducted herself with transted perfectly to her position of royal authority after taking the throne. But today was a little different. She’d hoped that she would be able to make it back to Junkertown before having to stop, but the need was too great, too urgent, to wait any longer.

  “Oi, Barman!” The Queen shouted, her commanding voice cutting through the taproom's din and grabbing the man's attention behind the bar. Startled, he dropped what he was doing and turned his full attention to his queen. “Where’s the dunny!?”

  The barman, a shorter man who’d lost all his hair years ago and repced it with tattoos, let out a sigh of relief. When the Junker Queen called you out, it usually wasn’t for something innocuous as directions to the vatory. He’d been spared her wrath and was gd of it. With a sweeping motion of one hand, he indicated the doorway on the far righthand side of the building. Between the dim lighting and clutter pstering the walls, it was surprisingly easy to miss, even for some of the regurs.

  The boots of the rge woman thudded across the floor as she hurried toward the vatory, eager to find some relief after such a long journey. “Ta, mate.”

  “You coulda just popped a squat out on the road if it was that bad,” an obnoxiously familiar voice said from the bar.

  Seething, Odessa turned, pulling a rge knife from her hip and hurling it in the little shitstain’s direction. The gangly man with the singed hair managed to scramble out of the way with a yelp, the heavily modified knife burying itself in the countertop of the bar by several inches.

  “Can it, Fawkes!” Odessa spat, pointing at him with a level gre. “You’re lucky I’m in a hurry, or I’d rip you in half! When I get outta’ there, you better be gone, or you and Gracie there are gonna have another close encounter.”

  With a brief hum from her magnetic gauntlet, the knife pulled itself free of the countertop and tumbled through the air back to its owner. Fawkes, known better as Junkrat, shook his head vigorously and giggled nervously. The Junker Queen had spoken, and she expected to be obeyed. There was a whole taproom of junkers in the roadhouse that would gdly assist her in carrying out her wishes if it meant even a sliver of the towering woman’s favor.

  Odessa pushed her way into the vatory, which was surprisingly well-kept considering the condition of the rest of the pce. The various fliers, posters, stickers, and other clutter on the walls were still present, along with scribbles of writing on the mirrors and stalls, but the distinct lemony pine scent in the air told her that at least the pce got mopped regurly; probably for the best considering the business she had here.

  Her boots fell heavily on the tile as she made her way down to the second-to-st stall and pushed it open as she unfastened her belt and clumsily worked her zipper. Though vacant, she would have gdly tossed anyone out to have the stall to herself for a few minutes. Looking down at the broken toilet paper dispenser, Odessa found what she had come for. The gloryhole of the Rapture was known not only for its quality but for always having someone avaible no matter the time of day.

  “Finally,” Odessa sighed, unzipping her pants hastily and opening them to let the gargantuan erection she’d been harboring breathe a bit. The musk and heat of a full day of traveling wafted into the open air, filling the stall. If she’d been able to make it back to Junkertown, she’d have been able to grab a shower and pull a bitch in to service her, but she would have to settle with the Rapture for now.

  The Junker Queen’s junk was a sight to behold for anyone lucky to bend the knee before her. The thick rod of she-meat easily ran the length from her palm to her elbow, even more impressive considering her already prodigious height and size. It throbbed in time with her pulse, the pronounced singur vein that ran along the shaft swelling in time with her heartbeat. The gns of the dark, swollen head of her cock could have doubled as a door knocker on any day, but today would have been well suited as a battering ram. At the base, a heavy set of testicles hung like a pair of overripe plums, practically begging to be licked clean of the dewy sweat that clung to them. Crowning the base from her pubic mound to just under her navel was a well-tended but pronounced bush of blue hair nearly as wild as that which she wore on her head.

  She stroked the cock briefly, the foreskin closing halfway around the head before being pulled back again. Knowing that it couldn’t possibly become any harder than it was without transmuting into a cock-shaped diamond, the Junker Queen fed the long pole through the hole in the stall. Tape had been set along the rim of the hole to make it more comfortable, which was fortunate due to the girth of her dong pressing against the sides. With a bit of time, she was confident she could have managed to squeeze her nuts through as well, but she didn’t have the patience for it.

  On the other side of the stall, she heard a delighted feminine voice let out a brief sound of surprise.

  “C’mon, c’mon,” Odessa muttered in frustration. “I ain’t got all day.”

  A small, delicate hand grasped the shaft of her cock gingerly before applying a little more pressure. She started with long strokes, whoever she was, working the tissue nice and deep to relieve a little bit of the stress and tension of the Junker Queen until she could bring her to climax. It was a relief to have the overwhelming pressure addressed, even more so when a second soft hand joined the first and worked a little harder up and down the she-shaft.

  As a thick bead of precum was massaged free, a velvety tongue intercepted it, licking her urethra clean before whirling briefly around the rest of the swollen cockhead. Odessa barely had a chance to savor the tongue dancing across her flesh before a pair of pillowy soft lips repced it, sucking the throbbing tip into the slick heat of the woman’s mouth. She wasted no time, much to Odessa’s approval, as she braced herself on the stall wall with both hands. The whore went down to the base, showing off her skill in cock gobbling by taking as much of the cock as she could on the other side of the wall, her throat hugging around the turgid muscur meat in a sinfully warm embrace.

  “Oh, Fuck!” Odessa gasped. “I heard it was good, but this is professional high-octane shit, eh?”

  A moan hummed through the flesh of her meat in reply before the mouth withdrew back to the tip, popping free to lick along the shaft on either side. The Junker Queen let out a long, satisfied breath as the woman’s saliva caught the cool air of the next stall over to relieve some of the intense heat radiating from her raging erection.

  “Don’t stop now,” Odessa ughed, “You were on a roll, there.”

  The lips returned to the head of her cock, pnting a gentle kiss on the needy gns before taking the head back into the all-encompassing embrace from before.

  “Yessss,” Odessa hissed, pressing her hands firmly against the wall as her head fell back. The light overhead blinked a few times, the gentle hum of electricity interrupted by a few short clicks before the light continued unabated. Without even thinking about it, the Junker Queen bucked her hips, desperate to get just one more inch into the balmy warmth of the woman next door. Even a half inch, a quarter inch, would have been enough for her at this point.

  “That’s a good bitch. Take it all,” Odessa commanded, but her authority as Queen seemed to carry no weight in that stall, for better or worse. The thick, heady musk of her cock became more pronounced now that the woman’s saliva lubricated it. Her balls flexed and swelled in anticipatory jealousy, unlikely to get any direct attention through the wall but poised to relieve their contents upon orgasm. In the meantime, they had to be content spping against the cold wall of the stall and hanging like water balloons overfilled with thick tapioca pudding.

  The sounds of wet sucking rose louder from the next stall as the mystery woman dove into her work head first. Her mouth glided swiftly along the shaft of her girl-cock, holding an airtight seal that would have put the most modern airlock technology to shame. Odessa let out a long guttural groan like a beast in heat as the tension and relief of having her dick sucked went to war within her.

  “Fuckin’ incredible!” She groaned, her hands sliding up to the top of the stall to grip it tightly. The woman’s mouth was nothing compared to her throat, which constricted tightly around the whole of her throbbing she-cock with every vigorous stroke. All the Junker Queen had needed was to have her cock head suckled until she let out a pressure release of baby batter, holding her over until she got back home. This was well beyond her expectations, putting her into a primitive state of mind that desired nothing more than to break the wall down between them and split the bitch in half like firewood on her pussy destroyer.

  “ ‘Ey!” a voice called in an American southern drawl before spping the door of the stall loudly with one hand. Odessa hadn’t heard anyone come in, but now they were interrupting her bathroom blowjob. “Y’all hurry it up. Ah’ got a lil’ emergency of my own here, if ya know what ah’ mean.”

  “Piss off, sg!” Odessa spat as she smmed her fist into her side of the door. “Or I’ll fuckin’ cut ya from neck ta’ navel!”

  The two caught a glimpse of each other through the gap in the stall. The bitch on the other side had the same impeccable fashion sense as Odessa, with shorn, pink hair and piercings on her face. She was a little smaller than the Queen, though not weak-looking by any stretch. The poor sg already had her own impressive cock out, mistakenly believing the stall to be unoccupied when she’d entered. She beat her meat in her fist slowly, seemingly unaware of who she was speaking to. Between that and the accent, she was pretty sure Pinky was one of the foreign competitors in town for the week. Sierra was her name; she was pretty sure.

  “Fuckin’ tourists,” Odessa grumbled as the renewed suckling of her prodigious prick resumed its former intensity. A long pleasant moan hummed through the hot, hard flesh of her cock as if urging her to calm down. Everything was fine here.

  Odessa nodded, returning to her former full-service bliss as the mystery woman feasted on her girl-dick. Outside the stall, the pink-haired American paced in a short tight pattern as she considered her course of action. Something in the woman’s voice had told her she wasn’t someone to be messed with, but Sierra prided herself on not backing down from a challenge.

  “Do you have any idea who ah’ am!?” Sierra shouted, working herself up in preparation for a bathroom brawl. The head of an axe cleaved through the stall door in response.

  “I don’t CARE!” The woman inside responded. Only then did Sierra realize who she was speaking to as she recognized the axe, referred to as Carnage by the fans. It was featured prominently on all the posters of the Junker Queen. “I’ll hack you to pieces and use your torso as a cumdump if you break my concentration again!”

  Rather than be intimidated, Sierra felt a rush of excitement at the threat from the one and only Junker Queen. She wasn’t naturally a sub, but it was hard not to get a charge out of the glorious specimen that was the baddest bitch in Junkertown and the Wastend. Her fist continued to pump at her cock without realizing what she was doing, smearing a surprising amount of pre-cum across her shaft in the process.

  Inside the stall, the Junker Queen returned to her blowjob bliss as the humming of the woman’s mouth around her cock helped ease her back into the rhythm. Whoever the bitch outside was would have to be taught some manners when she was done, but it could wait so long as she kept her trap shut. The pace on her cock quickened, the tongue rolling along the underside of her shaft, eagerly milking her hot musky cock for all it had to offer. The woman on the other side wasn’t just a professional, she was someone who clearly loved her work.

  “Goddamn, I’ll have to bring you with me back to Junkertown,” the Queen gasped, feeling the pressure building to a tipping point. With how dire her dick’s desire had been earlier, she was surprised she hadn’t dumped a load into the bitch immediately. It had worked out better this way, as a simple drop n’ dump wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying as the full workup.

  Odessa bucked brutishly against the wall, her full sack spping against it heavily with every stroke. The Queen spared a hand from the top of the stall to pull the bottom of the ragged white shirt up, freeing her rge, weighty breasts. She gripped tightly at her tits, massaging deep into the flesh before pinching at the erect, pink nipples and the metal piercings that ran through them.

  “Fuck, yeah!” Odessa snorted bullishly, her aggression spiking both in her hand and in her hips. The cocksucking whore on the other side of the wall matched her pace with ease, keeping the airtight seal around her mammoth meat as the Queen throated her mercilessly. “Almost there! Aw, it’s gonna be a boomer!”

  No sooner had she decred it did her cock make it so. Like the breaking of a dam, the floodgates came bursting open. Her sack tightened, squeezing up snugly to her body as it loosed a torrent of she-spunk the likes of which Odessa had not expelled in recent memory. Globs of thick, virile dy-gravy shot down the whore’s throat in thick ropes, filling her belly with junker seed.

  “Aw yeah!” Odessa howled. “Fuckin’ incredible! Take it, ya fuckin’ sg! I’ll make ya the official queen’s cumdump!”

  Odesa’s hips spasmed violently as the tension of orgasmic release surged throughout her body. The Queen grew a little light-headed as she closed her eyes tightly, caught up in the riptide of her climax. Rope after frothy, sticky rope of queen’s cum filled the whore’s belly, groans and moans of satisfaction filling both stalls as the queen fed her subject a veritable feast of junker sperm.

  “Ahhhnn....” Odessa gasped as the intense waves of orgasmic delight subsided, giving way to the glowing warmth of satisfaction that came after. Slowly she pulled her cock from the mouth of the whore and the hole that separated them. Whoever she was, she was careful to lick the flesh of the Queen clean as she withdrew, returning her dangerous dong in cleaner condition than she’d received it. The lingering smell of her spunk mingled with the musk in the stall, signaling the completion of the sinful act within.

  “Agh!” Sierra grunted, spewing thick globs of cum onto the stall door and the tile below. She braced herself against the sink behind her, hips jerking and thrusting against the palm-pussy she’d been forced to make do with. Even so, hearing the Queen face-fuck the whore had added just enough extra spice to the experience to hold her over until she could take some unwitting cunt to pound town ter that evening.

  “Hoo, boy!” Odessa ughed, gncing at the stall door before facing the toilet. She’d make the bitch wait just a little longer as she ripped a fat post-orgasm piss. She made sure not to force it to drag the wait time out a little longer. The Queen could hear satisfied sounds from the next stall as the whore cleaned up and fixed her hair. She had gotten more into it than she’d thought, too.

  “You’re really gonna make me wait even longer?” Sierra groaned irritably. Just as the st dribbles of her jizz fell free of her swollen meat, the door to the stall came open, and the immense figure of the Junker Queen emerged.

  “Well, well,” Odessa ughed with a smirk. “Guess it really was an emergency, huh?”

  Sierra blushed as she shook the rest of her cum from her cock and pulled up her pants. The Junker Queen reached out, grabbing the pink-haired American by the cock before she could put it away. Sierra’s eyes widened as she looked up into the woman’s dark red eyes.

  “I didn’t say you could put it away,” Odessa growled, grinning wolfishly. “Might not be quite as impressive as mine, but I think I could find a use for this ter. If you’re game.”

  The American raised a brow, gncing at the stall containing the mystery woman with the gifted mouth before turning her attention to the rge blue-haired junker. The Queen gave a slow hard stroke of the cock in her grip, sweetening the offer without a word. She had pces to be and wouldn’t wait around for Sierra. Even the faintest chance of nailing the Junker Queen was worth taking a chance on.

  Sierra returned Odessa’s smirk and nodded slightly. “Yeah, alright. Let’s get out of here.”