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Ben 10: Omniharem
By : Praetor
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Emily looked nothing short of stunning as her fingers danced across the shiny black and white keys of the grand piano on the stage. Even though it dominated the mostly empty wood floored stage, she captivated the attention of the audience. Her soft blue eyes were closed as if she were feeling her way through the music that she played with record quality flawlessness. Her black evening dress was fairly opulent, with precious stones imbed around the chest and shoulders to catch and reflect light. She wore golden linked necklaces that blended with her long, feathery golden hair that fell in waves around her head.
She didn’t need to see the keyboard anyways. She knew where everything was and could play brilliantly even with her eyes closed. Her black dress wound around her useless legs. The usual adjustable pianist stool was removed to make room for her wheelchair. She sat straight backed with barely a hunch in the shoulders when she had to reach over to the far end keys.
Ben sat in the VIP booths up along the top of the opera house rooms. He was all gussied up as well, wearing a full on tuxedo with gel in his hair. He held one of those binoculars with the handles like the aristocrats used that they sold at the gift shop. He used it to watch her up close, and to peer down her top. Her dress wasn’t cut very low but the sheer size of her creamy white tits bulged out the front considerably and weighed down the hem. A good third of her boobs were visible from above, as she moved her arms around playing, the top slid a little bit like the front line of a fiercely contested battleground under unceasing assault.
She was clearly putting her heart and soul into her song, moving her whole body as much as her arms. He could see sweat beads forming on her brown and in her hair line, weighing down the long blond strands as they began to soak her hair. She never stopped to wipe her brow, the sweat drops just rolling down her face as she focused all effort on her music. They either rolled down her neck or dripped off onto the welcoming landing pad of her voluminous bosom.
She wasn’t just hitting keys, she was caressing some and pounding others. He never paid much attention to the pianist, even though he had been dragooned into many recitals by Gwen, but here he was seeing the craftsmanship of the artist. How you hit the keys was as important as hitting the right ones at the right time. Admitably, he came for the boobs, but the music was making him stay. Still, he preferred something with a little more kick, and mettle.
He also saw what a disadvantage she was at, not being able to use the foot pedals. She made up for it with enthusiasm though, and when she was done with her concerto, he was standing and cheering with the audience…

‘Ben, you came!’ squealed Emily as she rolled out the back entrance ramp. She had a small pack on the back of her chair now and fingerless black gloves to make rolling herself easier
He came close, he thought as he took a knee to receive her hug, semi hard dick shuffling uncomfortably in his pants. She twisted in her chair to huge him sideways and he returned it as best he could.
‘Yeah, I owe you that much.’ He said
She broke the hug and said ‘You owe me a lot more after out last date.’ In a huff
‘Eh, you have to stop living in the past.’ He said as he circled around and grabbed her chair, pushing it out front
Out front in the parking loop was his personal limo. It was a stretched variant of the 2014 Cadillac. A white gloved, blue capped and well-dressed driver he found on Uber was waiting and opened the wide door for them as they approached.
‘Welcome Sir Ben and Lady Emily, may I help you with that?’ he asked very courteously
‘Yes, just get the wheelchair.’ He said as he snaked an arm under her legs and one around her shoulder
She grabbed him around the neck and shoulders and he lifted her out. She wasn’t that heavy, he paid mind to where her head was when he stepped into his raised car. With his physique from training though, it wasn’t an arduous task at all. The interior was as spacious as a van, with abundant lighting, carpeting, leather seats and cup holders. He set her in the back and strapped her in as the black butler threw the chair in the back.
Ben sat beside her and the lights dimmed as the driver took off. With the tinted windows and walled off interior, they were alone.
‘So what’d you think?’ she asked
‘I thought you were amazing. I don’t normally like piano music, but I like yours.’ He said
They talked back and forth about what their music meant to them, the particulars about the show and the other songs and acts, and other trivialities.
‘So what made you come out?’ she asked
‘Gwen kind of strong armed me. Which I am thankful for. I wouldn’t have come out otherwise.’ He said
The limo stopped moving and the driver rapped on the back of the divider to signal they were there. He opened the door and the driver grabbed the wheelchair. Once again, he carried her in a cradle to the chair when the driver set it up and he paid him 2 crisp Benny Franks for the ride over, a Hamilton for the ride here, two Andrew Jacksons and an autographed rare Sumo Slammers card to wait.
He pushed Emily along into her apartment complex and up the elevator. Eventually getting to her room on the fourth floor. As he pushed her along in comfortable silence, she let her head fall to the side and rest on his hand. He got her in the room and groped around aimlessly for the light switch before Emily said ‘Lights on!’
Hands free made sense. The apartment was spacious, as he expected, being wheelchair accessible.
‘Just take me to bed.’ She asked
He wheeled her towards where he assumed the bed room was, amazed she was living alone and the place was as tidy as it was. Her bedroom was bare, she didn’t have much over waist height in her place. He pushed it to the side and cradle lifted her out of the chair to the bed. He sat down with her and being a good sport, helped to take off her shoes.
They were purely decorative loafers with ribbons tied high to keep from falling. He undid the bows and slide the shoes off. She wore stockings under them, although not the sexy kind Gwen and the others now wore. They were the practical thermal insulating kind to prevent heat loss through her useless legs. They weren’t toned or athletic like Gwen and Julie, who ran a lot. They were quite thin.
He found himself stroking them, feeling the silkie stocking and musing about the life she led. Ben was not a thinking man, and he couldn’t even imagine living without legs. Yet here she was. All the while, she clung to him for support, resting her head on his shoulder and holding him by the chest.
‘Are you going to leave now?’ she asked
There was a not so hidden request in that.
‘Do you want me to stay?’ he asked
Without moving her head, she said ‘Yes.’
‘What do you want?’ he asked in as sincere a tone as he could manage
‘Guys, they don’t stick around much when they see how much goes into me. My lifestyle. I do what I can but any man who stays with me will have to work a lot more and it won’t even equate to a normal life.’ She said
‘Any relationship requires work,’ he said while rubbing her shoulder, hoping to god she wouldn’t start crying ‘it’s just a matter of finding someone who will work with you. If they can’t handle helping you be the best woman you can be, they don’t deserve you.’
She looked at him with a warm expression but the telltale shine in her eyes of impending tears.
‘I know it’s going to be hard, I’ve known it all my life. That doesn’t make it easier.’ She said
She felt so warm holding onto him like this, he felt the stiffness in his pants and aggravated it further when he looked from her beautiful eyes to the valley of cleavage half contained in her top. He was trying not to think with his dick though.
‘Ben, do you think I am worth it?’ she asked
He looked back to her eyes and spoke the words in his mouth. If he could say them truly while looking into her shimmering blue eyes then they were sincere.
‘I think you are well worth it. I would carry you on my shoulders, back and in my arms up a mountain if it meant that I could be with you that day. You are a beautiful girl, a kind woman and gifted pianist. I am sorry for the things I did and didn’t do when I was younger. I want to make up for that now.’ He said
‘Then kiss me.’ She said as she closed her eyes
He craned his neck and kissed her lips, pulling her closer. She forgot about Gwen and his little harem for the moment, this was about Emily. One of his oldest friends and longtime perspective love interest. It was a sensual kiss at first and then they added tongues. It got sloppy and wet, the way he liked it, before he let go of her to breath.
‘Do you want to…’ she started to ask but didn’t know how to finish, suddenly shy
‘Yeah, totally.’ He said and then he heaved her onto the bed
With as much care as he could muster while in a fit of lust, he helped her onto the centre of the bed. Once there, he bowed to his first instinct and pulled her top down, freeing the huge head sized orbs of white tit meat. The boobs flopped to the side, retaining most of their shape as she propped herself on elbows to keep them from drowning her.
He buried his face in them, moving over her like a formation of bombers over their target. His hands went to work with the monumental task of containing all the breast flesh as she watched him gorge his lust for big boobs on her chest. He pushed them around in his face, kissing and licking the warm, white skin of her firm and soft tits, hands eventually settling on her large nipples where they played with the eager buds on the end. He pulled his face from them and watched with focus as he jiggled and shuck the massive orbs.
‘Oh Ben, you’re really good at this.’ She said as he tweaked her nipples just right
‘I, too, have many talents.’ He said before taking a nipple in his mouth
He sucked on the right one while kneading the flesh, using his off hand to gently twist and tweak the other nipple, coaxing moans out of her. He suckled and bit ever so lightly before suckling again, filling his mouth with saliva as he did so. He swallowed and flicked the nipple with his tongue, lathering the area around it with the prehensile muscle before returning to suckle. After a solid minute of this, he switched to the right.
She stopped holding herself up and collapsed into the bed, head in a blond nest of her own hair. Her hands went to help his detain her boobs and tease her nipples. She also played the strands of his short brown hair. As he started to get excited, he ground his bulge against her crotch, dry humping her through their clothes. If she could feel it, he couldn’t tell.
He eventually spat out the nipples and gave one last, longing squeeze of her boobs before asking ‘So have you, erm… done this before?’
She smirked and said ‘Yes, but it doesn’t usually end well. Apparently I am very good at sucking but not so much at fucking.’
That got him excited ‘Well let’s see about the sucking and I’ll figure out the rest.’ He said
He grabbed her under the arms and lifted her to the head of the bed, where he rested her back against the bed rest for maximum comfort. There, he stood on the mattress with both feet on either side of her and unzipped his pants. Her hands helped his undo the buttons and fish the mammoth rod out.
‘Oh my, Ben.’ She said with open wide eyes as they produced his raging 19 incher from his trousers
‘Yes, it is yours.’ He said snarkily
She reached around and grabbed it with both hands to steady the swaying member that bobbed with every beat of his heart and said ‘If I choke on this and die, it was as a happy woman.’
She stroked it a few times with heavy, slow two handed pumps to get a feel of it, causing a small reservoir of precum to spill out the weeping head and land on her tits like smart bombs. Then she put the head in her mouth. As he watched the swollen mushroom head disappeared between her stretched, red lips, he began disrobing. He pulled off the bow tie and unslung his jacket, tossing them to the side. He unbuttoned his shirt and the French cuffs, throwing that off, to the side. He pulled off his white undershirt and all that was left was the omnitrix on his well-built and naked body.
Emily turned out to be very good, getting half of the dick in her gullet. He reframed from making an improper joke about her just being an upper body. She nearly choked a couple times but those eyes never looked panicked as she fed more and more of his monolithic manhood into her mouth.
She swallowed and slurped, stroking whatever wouldn’t fit into her upturned face as he stood over her and watched. Those delicate fingers manipulating and playing with his cock and balls with the same tact she used on a piano’s keys.
His knees began to get wobbly as she sucked his soul through his cock and he had to drop to a small squat to avoid falling on her and choking her like he did Gwen. She continued sucking what was in her mouth as she turned her face with his descending groin, having to pull some of the meat out because it wouldn’t bend in her neck.
He dropped to a seat in front of her, bare toned ass on her black dress clad lap. His balls pooled on the tent of between them and the pillar fell between the heavenly huge tits. She grabbed her boobs and began mooshing them together around Ben’s cock as he fell back.
He laid between her lifeless legs, legs around her waist and hips on her lap as she fucked his dick with her head sized fist overflowing boobs. He idly rouged his hips, helping to thrust against her cleavage as his legs recovered. She opened her mouth and drooled, a long stream of saliva falling from her lipstick lined mouth to fall on his engorged purple prickhead where it washed over and was wiped down the vein lined shaft by her abundant cleavage.
Ben sat up, having had enough of that. He scooched back off of her, his snake drawing out of the cave made by the tits in her hands that shimmered with spit and precum. He got to his knees between hers and grabbed her by the hip bones, then very unceremoniously yanked her back.
She was dead weigh but he was strong, hauling her down the bed so she was on her back. Her tits flopped around despite the hands holding them and as her legs parted around him, her waist sliding up his kneeling legs, her dress opened and fell back.
He helped it along, throwing the fabric back to expose her lower half. He saw that she had the waist band type stockings and simple white panties over them. He scooped her legs over his shoulders and reached over the top of them to grab the banded waist of her panties and pulled them up the limbs, reaching over his head to get them off her legs.
They fell to his sides again when he threw the over wet garment to the side. He looked at her naked sex, it was certainly the hairiest he had ever seen, with semi long blond hairs curling in a tangled mat around her snatch. He was unbothered though and still buried his face in that.
She cooed and moaned as he fought through the hair to get to the swollen lips, and distended lips of her womanhood, tongue eagerly lapping at the engorged nub and sucking up the nectar. He didn’t have to hold her in place as she couldn’t writhe around too much anyways.
Her upper body twisted and contorted, she played with her tits and nipples as Ben used his free hands to fiddle her clit while piercing her netherfolds with his tongue. She looked between the parted sea of tits on her chest to the brown mop of hair on the head between her paralyzed legs as he ate her out like it was an open bar.
He pulled his head from her reluctantly, as much as he loved orally pleasing his woman, the throbbing of his aching cock was becoming too much to bare. As he pulled her hips back to him, the large tool stood defiantly out between his legs, bouncing with every heart beat that sent blood through the bulging veins along the surface.
‘Are you ready?’ he asked, as he always did
‘Yes Ben, take me.’ She said
She arched her back as he thrust, his cock head piercing the blond mat and sinking into the slit of her crotch. She groaned as the massive invader stretched and stuffed her like nothing before. He felt her cunt clench around him reflexively, chocking his dick with that loving, wet heat he came to adore. Since she was mostly relaxed, he slid right in, bottoming out at record speed. His balls slapped off her ass as juices squirted from her cunt, displaced by the 19 inch horsecock that rammed in.
Ben had to do all the work, which didn’t bother him at all. He lifted himself out of her more than halfway and jammed back in. He hit her like a jackhammer, pushing the blond woman into the bed with every thrust. She limply took the pounding, her upper torso contorting in pleasure as she was fucked hard from above.
Ben was losing how loose and eager she was, he watched her twist and writhe as best she could, sending the masses on her chest shuddering in her hands as her golden mane of hair made a wheel around her head in the bed. Ben leaned over her and grabbed her legs, lifting them up over his shoulders for deeper penetration. Emily reached up and grabbed her legs by the ankles, holding them open in a V shape for Ben to hit it.
He continued pounding it, shaking the bed with his hearty thrusts as he fucked the paraplegic woman with lustful abandon. Emily was looking him in the eyes, blue and green. Her fabulous tits wobbled and shook on her chest now that they had no restraints. His gaze shifted between her face with those blue eyes and open mouth panting to her wobbling tits.
‘Oh, uh, uhn… Ben… fuck…’ she said in breathy bursts
She wasn’t much for intercourse dialogue, which he was fine with. He let go of her legs and leaned over her, kissing her mouth again. She let go of her legs, which recoiled to the bed as he moved up her still lodged. She returned the kiss with a fistful of his hair, exchanging heated breaths.
He broke the kiss and caressed her cheek before returning to between her legs. There he grabbed her legs and pulled, dragging her across the bed again to the edge of it. Her blond hair trailed behind her on the bed like a golden river as she pushed herself along with her hands and elbows.
Once he got the end of her rather large bed, he stepped off so his feet were on the floor. Her legs feel alongside his and he caught one, lifting the lifeless limb over his head, he dropped it on the other side. Emily realized he was trying to turn her over and so pushed herself to the side while he rotated her hips. His cock was lodged in her the whole time, being squeezed by the twisting cunt as he did so.
Now behind her bent over form he could buck with reckless abandon and no have to worry about her legs, which fell alongside the bed to the floor. He lifted the helms of her skirts and dress, flipping them over her backside so he could get a full view of her bare stocking clad ass and legs. It lacked a lot of the tone of Gwen, Lucy and Julie’s but was still a nice white ass.
He grabbed her hips and began bucking like a beast, wanting to get blast his nut off in the heat of her sex. Emily propped herself up on her elbows, tits forming twin cushions beneath her as Ben pinned her waist in place. The flesh of her ass and legs shuck with each thrust as he hit her from behind, skin rippling against skin.
Emily shuddered on her shaky elbows, having to bare a lot of her weight on them and contorting with an impending orgasm. Her long blond hair whipped around her head as she moaned excitedly.
‘Fuck Ben! Give it to me, don’t stop- fuck!’
She hit muscle failure and collapsed onto her tits, the fleshy orbs flattening beneath her. Ben continued pounding into her, balls bouncing about as he came closer to his own orgasm. Then her back bent as she arched up, hair flipping over to smack into her back as she thrust her boobs out.
‘Fuck! OOoooooh Ben!’ she cried with wide open eyes as her body locked
Then she flopped back forward, burying her face in the bed as she came down from her high and was now exhausted. Ben picked up his pace, not wanting to continue using her body for his pleasure after she got hers or hold her in a humiliating position. He felt the welling in his balls and knew he was close.
He gave her two more slow, hard, balls deep thrusts and came. His brain was flooded with pleasure as her cunt was flooded with seaman, the white juice of his god cock gushing forth to fill her with his love. He did slow, thorough thrusts with his pleasure numb cock as spunk was pumped into the woman. He knew it was time to withdraw when frothy seaman slipped from between the lips of her stretched cunt.
As he pulled out, their pent up love juices escaped and the stuffed woman was relieved. When his wilting cock slipped out of her love tunnel, the full torrent rushed out under pressure. He shaked his cock, whipping each cheek with his flaccid, hose like member to shake the juices off as the sex concoction leaked out of her gaped hole down the insides of her legs.
He flipped her over onto her back and saw that she was leaking milk from her breasts like all the others. He cradle carried her barely clothed form to the head of the bed again and set down beside her, still naked and fully intent on gorging himself on the nectar of her breasts as she caught her breath.
‘Thank you Ben.’ She said simply as he began suckling on her nipple
She stroked his hair as he fondled the other generous tit.
‘No problem Emily.’ He said when he broke for air, then groaned ‘Fuck, I’m paying the uber to wait…’

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Ben 10: Omniharem	By : Praetor Category: +1 through F > Ben 10 Omniverse Views: 112858 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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