Meeting With Krystal V2.0 (now with more words!)
Sam Rockatansky always was a bit of a hunk. He had nice, wide shoulders, a body worth dying for, and a nice, huge cock. But, being a shark meant he had to face a few problems in life, mainly finding employment. Because of where he was from, he had been adorned with ritualistic tattoo's since the day he was 13, so he couldn't just get a job at the local Shell. But, because of his appealing attributes, when he hit 18 he quickly found work as an adult-film star. His parents, naturally, didn't approve of this line of work, but Sam kept to it. Being from Australia was a bonus for him, as he was almost always around some of the most beautiful women in the world: Tough kangaroo MILF's to young, eager Dingo cheerleaders. Sam had been with them all. One day, as he was lounging around by his pool, he got a phone call. "Hello?" He answered, the girl identifying herself as one with a very special need. "Is this Sam R.?" She asked, sound a bit sheepish, almost rushed. Sam responded with a bright "Yes, it is." Before the girl quickly hung up. Naturally, Sam was puzzled, until his phone buzzed again, same girl. "S-sorry, I forgot my address..." She said, our shark protagonist writing down where she lived. "N-no cameras." Afterwords, Sam got dressed and grabbed his keys, heading to where this girl lived. He wondered who it was, the voice sounding somewhat familiar. When he arrived, the girl, a young dingo whom he instantly remembered was out ont, a bright blush adorning her muzzle. "Aisha, how've ya been?" Sam asked, before being dragged in to her humble abode. Humble, that is, until Sam saw all of the toys strewn about her living room. "In heat, are ya?" Sam guessed, Aisha nodding sheepishly. "Well... I guess I could help out."
A few minutes later, Sam was already pumping his huge, three foot long cock into the canine's pussy. "I hope you realize that after this, you won't be doin' much cheerleadin' for a while..." He said, groaning out as he voiced his concern, Aisha only panting and crying in pure lust. Sam locked lips with the dingo, gripping her breasts with his hands as he kept pounding her. He wasn't going all out, like in the many videos he'd made, because this wasn't just sex, it was helping a good friend of his. When his orgasm reared its ugly head, he was half-tempted to pull out, but that would only make Aisha upset, so he pushed in as much as he could, cumming hard and filling up the young girl's womb with his seed, ensuring that her heat was vanquished. As he slowly pulled out, he knew that his job would be a success, seeing very little of the sticky white fluid follow his shaft. After cleaning off and getting ready to head home, he gave Aisha another kiss before leaving. A few days later, he got a text from the dingo, attach with a picture of a pregnancy test, making Sam smile softly. He had promised her, before they had copulated, that he would continue to send child support cheques for as long as he could. But, before that could happen, he got a message from... KRYSTAL?! Krystal, the legendary porn queen herself had contacted him, a lowly adult filmaker from Australia, about visting for a week or so. Naturally, Sam was quite excited, so he got his clothes and whatnot together and headed to the airport. On the plane, he would spend most of the flight with a stiffy. Fortunately, because it was no longer deemed immoral to have sex in public, Sam was able to get some satisfaction by having fun with the flight attendants. "This is your captain speaking, we'll be landing in a few moments, so please put on your seatbelts and prepare for landing." The captain said, Sam grinning as he looked out the window.
The island was gorgeous, with beautiful women everywhere. He wondered, though, how would he get to Krystal's? Until, of course, he saw the chauffer waiting for him. The older roadrunner grinned as Sam followed him to the limo that had been supplied for him. "Hey, you're gettin' in on the wrong side, mate." Sam said, the bird grinning. "You've never been here, have ya?" Sam shook his head. It was his first time out of Australia, so it would be a little getting used to. When Sam got in and sat down, his attention was first drawn to a mini-bar, and a box of extra-strength condoms. "Those are for your visit with Ms. Krystal." The bird said, Sam shrugging. He had never once worn condoms, and certainly wasn't going to start with Krystal. The soon arrived at Krystal's massive mansion, Sam completely taken away by the sheer size of it! "H...How does one girl live in all THAT?!" He asked, the roadrunner remaining silent. When he got out, from behind the gate he could see a gold-painted Bugatti Veyron opposite a Mclaren F1. "Girl's got taste." He said under his breath, ringing up the home. "H...Hello?" He asked, the gates openning slowly, granting Sam access before closing back up again. Upon entering the foyer, he figured it would be a good time to strip off, the home being in the middle of nowhere meant no nosy neighbors could spy on his actions. It didn't take long for Krystal to show up, the equally nude vixen greeting him with a long, deep kiss. "I'm so glad you could make it, my number one fan!" She said, looking him over, keeping her attention locked on his massive shaft. "Mmm, how DOES one lug all that around?" She asked, Sam grinning slyly. "Takes a bit of getting used to." He responded, putting his hands on Krystal's huge bust. "All natural, good." He said, before latching onto one of them as Krystal led him to one of the many sets in the mansion.
The set was fashioned like an old-timey brothel, with period-accurate furnishings and everything. "Just let me change, big boy~" She giggled, quickly donning the clothing a prostitute from that era would wear, except even sluttier. "You like what you see?" She asked, Sam grinning and nodding, taking hold of his huge shaft and stroking it. Krystal then started to dance for him, grinding her butt against his cock every now and again, trying her best to set him off first. Needless to say, it wasn't working, as Sam soon grabbed a hold of the vixen's hips and slammed her down on his shaft. "I just HATE it when a girl teases me~" He groaned out, rutting Krystal as hard as he could into the nice, soft bed. Normally, this insanely rough pounding would have been extremely painful, but because of certain augmentations Krystal had aquired over the years, she felt only pure pleasure. Because of this, Sam was able to go even harder than he normally allowed himself. As flesh pounded against flesh, Sam realized he never wanted to leave this magical place, but would have to by the end of the week. Becaue of this, he hatched a devious plan: Operation Knock Krystal Up! He wanted to do what most others deemed impossible, he wanted to get Krystal pregnant with his shark sperm. Pounding the vixen incredibly hard, he figured he was fucking her into heat, as her moans got more and more lewd over time, her pussy getting much hotter as well. As his orgasm, the first of many over the next week, approached, his thrusts became more primal, more animalistic. He was going to get Krystal pregnant even if it was the last thing he did! Letting out a loud groan which sounded so metal it put Bruce Dickinson the shame, Sam planted his seed deep inside Krystal's now aching pussy, knocking her up for sure.
By the end of the week, Sam was on his way back to Australia, noticing a large blue penguin sitting in the row across from him. He isntantly recognized her as Frosti Loxxxe, but this is a tale for another time...