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Gosalyn's Gambit	By : MrFanFIction Category: +1 through F > Darkwing Duck Views: 4403 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 3 - Conflict of Lust
"Next Time" would be three weeks later; same arcade but not on the stairs. This time it was the second floor game room. The owner had been upgrading his security. They were of course welcome; they even had keys to the place and the machines after they foiled an extortion shakedown by the Chicanerous Cheese Gang the previous year. However, lately he had installed cameras. He even mentioned it to them. Said he suspected some of his employees were being less than honest and so installed cameras on the stairwell and on the first floor where the token booth was. The cameras were the clearly visible ‘We are watching you' kind. They would have had to find a new place if Honker hadn’t asked to see the recording set up that went with it. He said it was because he was a bit of a gadget nut, and that was the truth, but he did happen to notice that the cameras were only monitoring the first floor and the stairwell. The cameras on the second floor were just for show.
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So there they were, between 'Death Punch Revenge II: Uppercut!' and "Nuclear Zombie Slayer 4", beak against beak, chest to chest and hands all a-roaming. His hands were pulling up her skirt; hers were down the front of his pants. Gosalyn was always to the point their time was limited after all. There was something about it all that nagged Honker, somewhere in the back of his mind he new there was an oddity about the whole thing but he just couldn't put his finger on it. The front of his mind was preoccupied with what Gosalyn's hand was doing. . She wasn't teasing this time. Her fingers were all over; the shaft, the head, his only recently descended balls. His hands were palming over her backside. The material of the one-piece strangely soothing to the touch. Somewhere it dawned on him, for the first time... he wasn't feeling any panty lines. 'For how long?" he wondered, thinking back to the stairwell three weeks before. Was the one-piece the only thing between him and her cunt? The thought of that added an extra throb to his cock.
"Remember." she warned, "Give me a heads up this time. Or Else!"
She was serious about that. Honker nodded, and she dropped to a crouch. Good thing the cameras didn't work on this floor. It would make for a heck of a steam scene like the ones in those late night movies she was not supposed to watch but totally did. Again, she was beak to shaft and again she slid her beak right down then up, the head pressing against her cheek feathers while her beak was at the root. Then back up. Honker was shuddering and shaking like a lump of Jell-O in a school bus. She could tell from his breathing he was doing his best to hold back. She was now starting to understand why it was such a popular thing in those magazines. Guys seemed to really, like it. She mentally steeled herself for the next step. 'Steady Gosalyn, steady, just don't think about it'. She stuck out her tongue and flicked it quickly against the head.
Honker almost blew it right there. It was just luck that the shock overrode the reflexive clench. It was really her tongue. In his dreams, he always imagined himself saying 'Oh Gosalyn', but now all he could do was pant and moan as she flicked her tongue repeatedly. It was soft, it was warm and it felt like nothing he could have imagined. The flicks were gradually becoming proper licks as she seemed to be growing more comfortable and more exploratory; ‘exploratory’, the word had popped in unbidden from that nagging part of his brain and then swiftly vanished when her tongue started doing rapid flicks around the head again. He couldn't hold back.
”G-G-Gosalyn..."
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The taste would take some getting used to and she wondered if all men tasted like this. Then she licked, working her way around and down the shaft and then back up to the head. Oh how Honker squirmed, oh how he panted. Not only was she starting to get the hang of it, but was kind of enjoying it; there was a feeling of control about the whole thing. There was just something so, naughty about it. She began rapidly flicking her tongue just under the bell of that cock head and then she heard him. The twitches that came with it were all the warning she needed. She pulled back and leaned to the left. This was very effective apparently, it would take her six minutes to get him to shoot with her hand or grinding, but this time he barely lasted three. Three spurts over how shoulder and her hand smeared the rest over his cock as she stroked him. Not that she had to work to maintain his erection, not that she ever did but this time was easier than most other times.
"You really like that don't you Honker?" she teased.
Then she began licking again. Salty but nice she found herself thinking. That would make her next experiment all the easier. She opened her beak and leaned forward once again. Thirty Seconds later, Honker was passed out. He didn't cum or anything like that; he just seemed to have, 'overloaded' was the best word she could think of.
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The sensation of a warm beak going around his cock sent him to heaven and a firm slap brought him back to Earth.
"WhowhatImSorry" He blurted out, his memory coming back to him shortly after.
"Easy there sleeping beauty, we need to get back on patrol before dad gets wise".
Her costume was already back in proper order and she was standing over him He couldn't see her leotard but that didn't stop an idea from creeping in. Normally he'd have said something but for once, he decided to take the lead.
"W-wait" he said, and she paused.
Sitting bolt upright his hands went to her hips and his head went under her skirt. The scent of a woman. That would be his first true experience
“Honker?!" he her heard her exclaim.
If nothing else, he knew he'd caught her by surprise for once. His head shifted, his beak pressed firmly against the crotch of that leotard. The scent was something so different. This time he wasn't imagining, he knew that he was feeling the cleft of her young cunt. Now it was his turn to lick. There was no hesitation, just a probing tongue.
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Gosalyn was not easily surprised, so this was a rare night for her. Honker being sexually aggressive.
"Honker?!" she was going to say stopped but then that beak pressed against her, pressed the leotard firmly into her pussy and her words hitch. ‘Maybe just a few minutes.’
She’d touched herself before, so she was no stranger to these feelings but there was something just so 'naughty' about the whole affair and that was making her wet, wetter at any rate" Then she felt the tongue and knew she had to stop, but it just felt so wonderful, the way he was licking. Even through the one piece. Then she felt hands, and fingers. Hands that roamed and stroked over her firm thighs, and fingers that deftly wriggled into the leg band of her one-piece. He was actually touching her.
"Stop!" she declared. Her knee punctuating the order quite forcefully against Honker's chest.
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"Sorry Honker but you were close to breaking one of the rules".
Honker coughed, the knee had caught him squarely in the chest. He knew he'd been pushing his luck and his luck just pushed back, right in the solar plexus.
"S-sorry." he felt and looked dejected. It wasn't the knee. It was everything. That nagging voice was no longer content to be at the back of his mind. "Gosalyn, can we talk?"
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