Future Capture

Desert Punk: Future Capture

Summary: Desert Punk, now 18, finds a gang leader with a ¥50,000,000 yen reward has a fixation with pink-hared girls. He tries to get Kosuna to help him out... M/F, breast fucking.

He was known as Desert Punk, the scourge of the great Kanto desert. Men and women alike feared him, but for different reasons. Men feared his skill as a bounty hunter. He was one of the best in the desert. Women feared him because he was a complete pervert. He had just turned 18 and celebrated with a night with a whore. He really wanted to be with his ex partner, Kosuna, however. Once she had gotten the basics down, she left him, as she didn't want to be his little plaything. As she predicted, her measurements became 38E-26-36 after going through puberty. Kosuna lived by herself now, but Desert Punk knew where to find her.
Anyway, Desert Punk was coming home from a tough assignment when he stumbled upon a dying man. The guy had numerous gunshot wounds. He related a story about a crime lord in the northeastern desert that had a ¥50,000,000 bounty on him, and he had a fixation with large-breasted, pink-hared women. After revealing his guy's location, the man died.
"Hmm... ¥50 million is worth a trip to the northeast... I just need someone to come along with me..." Desert Punk said.
"You've got a lot of nerve coming here, Punk." Kosuna said as she pointed her 9mm automatic at his head.
"Hear me out. I got a lead on a guy who's worth ¥50 million. The thing is that I can't get to him without you and vice versa." Desert Punk said. "I know we haven't been on the best terms of late, but couldn't we get together once more for old time's sake?"
"For ¥50 million? Hmm..." Kosuna said. She thought about it for a moment.
"I know I'm somehow going to regret this, but all right. No funny business." Kosuna said.
They got on a transport and went to the city where the man said the crime lord was. The place was a run-down affair with most of the populace being street thugs and criminals. The crime lord's place was supposedly an underground affair that survived the great destruction. Desert Punk then told Kosuna everything and his plan to get inside. Kosuna was not thrilled with it, however.
"You want me to pose as one of his sex slaves? I think you're doing this just to look at me in something skimpy." Kosuna said.
"Go with me on this. We'll get you inside, and then you get me in." Desert Punk said.
Well, later Kosuna and desert Punk were at the inn relaxing. Kosuna left to use the ladies' room and Desert Punk was by himself. A man in a priest's outfit came up to him.
"Having a bit of girl trouble here?" The man asked.
"What's it to you?" Desert Punk retorted.
"I'm a priest. It's my business." The priest replied.
"Yea, whatever." Desert Punk said.
"More flies a caught with honey than with vinegar." The priest said. "The way to a woman's heart is through her head."
"So you're saying I should do what here?" Desert Punk asked.
"She likes you, but not your attitude to her. Men and women came from the origin hand in hand and side by side." The priest said. "Listen to what she wants for once."
"That kind of crap only works in bad romance novels." Desert Punk said. Then the priest's wife entered.
"Holy shit! Look at the tits on her!" Desert Punk said. This green-hared vixen had to be a 38E at least, Desert Punk estimated.
"Admiring my wife?" The priest asked.
"You're married to her?" Desert Punk asked.
"He respects me, and wants to help me reach my goals." She said. "Darling, our room is ready."
The priest took his wife's hand and walked away with her.
"Hmm... maybe there is something to this..." Desert Punk said.
The next day, Kosuna was attired in a slave girl's outfit. This consisted of a small bikini to which the arms and legs could be shackled. Kosuna had her arms shackled to the bikini. On the inside, Desert Punk was drooling buckets.
"Stop drooling." Kosuna ordered.
"What makes you think I'm drooling?" Desert Punk asked.
"I lived with you for 7 years, which frankly was 7 years too many." Kosuna replied.
"Let's just go there." Desert Punk replied.
They went down to the entrance of the place. Desert Punk was holding up his rifle at Kosuna. The guards standing there hold up his gun.
"Halt! Who goes there!? State your business!" The left guard barked.
"I'm a bounty hunter. I hear your boss pays a lot for pink-hared babes with big tits. Just check out this cream puff here." Desert Punk said.
"I don't know if we're buying sex slaves today. Let me check." The guard said. He then said something inaudible to everyone around him. Then there was a pause.
"Enter and follow me." He said. The door opened and they entered the place. While inside, Desert Punk took a bunch of readings on a scanner. They were led to a room where there were many guards. One of them poked and prodded Kosuna took her measurements and looked down her throat. He then turned to the other guard and said something inaudible. The first guard then spoke.
"We'll give you ¥50,000 for her." The guard said.
"Oh, come on! She's worth at least ¥100,000!" Desert Punk said.
"¥50,000 and not one yen more." The guard said.
"Damn you drive a hard bargain. That's not even worth the cost of bringing her from the west." Desert punk said.
The guards pointed their guns at Desert Punk. "¥20,000 now." The guard said. Desert Punk sweatdropped.
"O.k., ¥20,000 then." Desert Punk said. He was paid and then unceremoniously thrown out.
Outside, Desert Punk was receiving the signals from the transmitter in Kosuna's bikini. Inside, Kosuna was taken to the crime lord Fusho. He sat upon a lavish throne and was surrounded by several hot pink-hared women with large breasts. They were among the most beautiful in the world. Fusho, however, was not that good looking. He was fat and balding, and appeared to be in his 50's or so. Kosuna was repulsed at the sight of him.
"Yuck! He is one fatass motherfucker." Kosuna thought. Kosuna was then made to get on her hands and knees. She was then ordered to suck Fusho's cock. With great reluctance, Kosuna took that tiny terror into her mouth and started sucking it.
"So girl, you ever gave a blowjob before?" Fusho asked. Kosuna shook her head no.
"No wonder you're doing it wrong. B, show her how to do it." Fusho said. Kosuna pulled back as another of the girls came up to Fusho and gave him a blowjob.
"Watch her carefully." Fusho said. Kosuna watched as B got Fusho to his full length of 4 inches.
"Jeez, that's not enough to fill a gnat's ass." Kosuna thought. She then was ordered to let Fusho taste her pussy as B finished her blowjob.
"Where the hell are you, punk!? This sucks!" Kosuna thought.
Outside, Desert Punk took all the information and analyzed it.
"Hmm... well. That's interesting. The only real people there are the whores and the big guy. Jeez, that guy is freakin' tiny! His cock is smaller than my cock when I was a baby. Those babes sure are hot though." Desert Punk said aloud. Of course, seeing a bunch of babes naked made Desert Punk drool for a bit.
Inside, Kosuna was getting... well, calling it head would be very generous. It was more of his tongue on her snatch in such a way as to turn her off. Everything about sex with Fusho was sheer torture. Kosuna had to strain to keep from throwing up.
"Damnit Punk, what's taking you so long?" Kosuna thought.
Desert Punk had everything rigged up. He entered an airshaft and crawled around, down to Fusho's room. He found Kosuna dressed and sitting in a corner. Fusho had just finished fucking one of his other whores. Desert Punk raised his rifle, and gave a gun to Kosuna.
"So, if it isn't Desert Punk.... I should thank you for the lovely playtoy." Fusho said. "However, seeing how you're going to try to bring me in, I have to kill you."
Desert Punk and Kosuna found themselves surrounded by robot soldiers.
"Goodbye, Desert Punk." Fusho said.
"I don't think so." Desert Punk replied. He then turned on a small device, and all the robots around him turned off.
"You know, the problem with robots is that if you jam their signal, they turn off." Desert Punk said as he raised his gun. "Well, you can come quietly or I can wound you. Take your pick."
Fusho sniggered at him.
"Do you really think I wouldn't have a backup plan?" Fusho asked. He seized Kosuna by the throat with his arm, and pulled out a pistol at the same time. Fusho had his arm around her with his hand on her tit. Desert Punk dove out of the way of the shots as Fusho fired. Kosuna wasn't thrilled about being manhandled like this, and flipped Fusho onto his ass. Fusho dropped his gun in the process.
"You're more grabby than Desert Punk here." Kosuna said.
Desert punk then pointed his gun at Fusho's head.
"Well, looks like we caught ourselves a big one here." Desert Punk said.
They took Fusho to the police station, and collected their reward.
"There we go ¥50 million. You know, I feel like celebrating here. Why don't we spend a few days at the nearby oasis together? My treat." Kosuna saw through this like a window.
"You just want to get me stinking drunk so you can knock me up and grab my tits." She replied.
"My time without you really let me see things more clearly. I never appreciated you when you were around. I wanna make it up to you." Desert Punk said.
"You haven't changed one bit." Kosuna said. "You still won't listen to what I have to say."
"That's not true. This place has a beauty spa, and I thought you'd like to go there." Desert Punk said. "The famous Du Champ spa..."
The thought of being pampered by the best was too much for her. Kosuna's main weakness was her desire to be pampered and cared for. She agreed, on two conditions: first, they have separate rooms, and the second was no funny business.
At the hotel, Desert punk paid for adjoining rooms and then took Kosuna to the spa.
"Give this lady the ultimate package." Desert Punk said. He paid the ¥500,000 for this. They took Kosuna into the spa and let her soak in a special mud bath. After an hour in this, Kosuna was given a bath in water and soap, something she hadn't gotten in months. Then she was dressed in a robe and taken to another and had her nails done. From there, an expert makeup artist gave her makeup and advice on how to apply it correctly. At the end, she returned to Desert Punk, who started drooling when he saw her.
"Put your tongue back in your mouth." Kosuna said. "I know what's going on here. You want me back."
"We were a great team, you and I." Desert Punk said.
"More like master and slave." Kosuna replied.
"O.k., so I was overbearing in the past." Desert Punk said.
"That's like saying the great Kanto desert is a sandbox." Kosuna replied.
"I'm really sorry I treated you wrong in the past, but I know better now." Desert Punk said.
"Well... you take a bath while I think about this." Kosuna said.
Desert Punk did as he was told. While in the bath, Kosuna took a peek of him. She couldn't believe it; she had thought he would be smaller than a pencil stub. However, his 24 cm of man-meat was a sight she couldn't take her eyes away from.
After bathing, Desert Punk came back to Kosuna.
"Well, if I were to team up with you again, it would have to be on my terms." Kosuna said.
"Name it." Desert Punk replied.
"First, we work as equals. Second, no more using me as bait to catch someone." Kosuna replied.
"Done." Desert Punk said.
"And one more thing... you do me wrong, I'm tearing off your cock and shoving it up your ass." Kosuna replied.
"Just play her game, and then we'll be able to have those yummy, fluffy fun bags!" Desert Punk thought.
Kosuna smiled. "Truth be told, I've had a hard time without you." She said. "The missions I was on I botched up royally and let the bounty get away."
"I haven't been going so hot either." Desert Punk said. "I've only been able to bring in a ¥1000 bounty since you left me."
Desert Punk and Kosuna sat next to each other and talked. They caught up with each other.
"Just do her game and then I'll get to play with those huge tits!" Desert Punk thought. Kosuna and Desert Punk went to bed separately that night. Of course, they dreamed of having each other as love slaves.
They returned home together and Kosona moved back in with Desert Punk. A few days later at a bar, Kosuna was talking to Junko.
"Why the hell would you want to go back to him?" Junko asked.
"Well... I saw him naked. Not only does he have a good chest, he's at least 20 cm long." Kosuna replied.
"Girlfriend, I've had sex with guys that have long cocks. It isn't necessarily worth the shit they give you." Junko said.
"Yea, but I'm really playing him. If I string him along, he won't be going for your boobs." Kosuna replied.
"True... well, better you than I, girlfriend." Junko said.
That evening, Desert Punk and Kosuna were together. Desert Punk put his arms around her and pulled her close.
"I really love you, Kosuna." Desert Punk said. "All this mushy stuff had better be the key to let me have at her rack." He thought. There was a pause.
"Well?" DP asked.
"What?" Kosuna replied.
"Aren't you going to say you like me?" DP asked.
"Well.... I don't know." Kosuna replied.
"Aw, c'mon! I pulled you out of the fire more times than I can count!" Desert Punk replied.
"How many of these times were because of some scheme you created?" Kosuna asked.
"O.k., so some of my schemes haven't been the best. I'm not perfect." Desert Punk replied.
"That's putting it mildly." Kosuna said.
"O.k.! I'm sorry for all those times I've screwed up! Happy?" Desert Punk asked.
"Damnit, woman! Just let me at your tits and stop these stupid games!" He thought.
"All right, I forgive you." Kosuna said. "Although I know I'm going to regret it." Desert Punk went in for a kiss.
Sure, they had kissed before, and Desert Punk seemed to enjoy it. Before, Kosuna really didn't feel the love. This time, however, she felt it. Her heart fluttered as she felt Desert Punk's dick get hard. Kosuna moaned softly as they came up for air.
"I think I'm getting closer." Desert Punk thought. "I can't blow this!" He caressed her shoulders and held her close. Kosuna kissed Desert Punk again, and while they kissed, Desert Punk reached up and caressed Kosuna's sweater meat. Kosuna parted lips with him.
"Still as horny as ever, I see." Kosuna said.
"Yea... you want it too, don't you?" Desert Punk asked.
"Damn you for knowing me too well." Kosuna said. She reached into his pants, undoing his belt, and started holding his cock.
"Mmm... feels pretty big here." Kosuna said.
"Oh yes... I'm getting those yummy fun bags!" Desert Punk said quietly. Kosuna still heard him, however.
"I'll overlook that one." She said.
They undressed and went back to each other, on the bed. Desert Punk immediately placed his hands back on Kosuna's tits. She then guided his head down to her snatch.
"The action is here, Punk." Kosuna said as she parted her legs and stuck his head between them. Desert Punk then placed his tongue on her snatch, tasting her pussy. Kosuna directed him to give her head. He was sloppy with it at first, but as she guided him, he became a bit better at it. Kosona moaned as he ran his tongue deep inside her and back. After a good while of this, Desert Punk stood up and stuck his hard on between Kosuna's titanic mountains. He then preceded to breast fuck her, and she teased the tip of his tool with her tongue. Desert Punk couldn't help but moan as he did this.
"Oh yes! Yes!" Desert Punk said. He also had his hands glued to Kosuna's jugs. Kosuna was aroused, but not aroused by this. That changed when she guided his rod deep into her hot, tight slit.
He felt very large inside her. Kosuna gasped as Desert Punk started going back and forth inside her. Naturally, his hands were still fondling her ample mountains. Kosona was more interested in what was going on down below, however.
"Mmm... faster." She demanded. Desert Punk sped up and after a few more directions, he was doing her the way she wanted it. What he wanted, however, was to have his hands on her tits. They really only did one position; Desert Punk wouldn't let go of her tits to try any others. Well, after a good while of this, Desert Punk came hard. Shortly after that, Kosuna achieved her climax.
Afterwards, Desert Punk collapsed next to Kosuna. He was delirious here.
"Whoa... I have been to paradise..." He said. Kosuna put an arm around him.
"I have to admit I had some apprehensions about this, but I felt wonderful with you inside of me." Kosuna said.
"O.k...." Desert Punk said. He seemed to feel a bit let down here. His smile turned into a frown.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Kosuna asked.
"I don't know... I just feel... bad somehow, as if what I did was it all." Desert Punk said.
"Of course not. We can do it over and over again." Kosuna said. Desert Punk started to get depressed.
"This is nothing like I pictured it. I loved it... but... I just can't explain it. Aw, good night." Desert Punk said. He turned over and went to sleep.
"What the hell went wrong here?" Kosuna asked herself.
Three days later, Kosuna was in a bar with Junko.
"So how did it go?" Junko asked.
"He was pretty sloppy at first, but one I showed him how to do it, he was actually good at it." Kosuna said. "But after we finished, he got all depressed and then went to sleep."
Junko laughed. "The mighty Desert Punk suffers from post coital depression! That's really ironic." She said.
"You mean it was his doing... oh, that bastard!" Kosuna said.
"Don't sweat it. It means that you won't have to deal with his grubby paws on your boobs." Junko said.
"Oh, come on. You like being fondled." A voice from behind them said. Junko and Kosuna turned around to see Desert Punk there.
"No we don't. You are so fucking clueless, Punk." Junko replied.
"Well, I like feeling them anyway." He said. Junko, not amused by this, walked away.
"I'm out of here. Good luck on trying to straighten him out; you'll need it." Junko said.
Kosuna shook her head.
"So babe, you really like listening to her?" Desert Punk asked.
"There are some things women can only talk about with other women. You would never understand." Kosuna said.
"You were talking about something I did to piss you off, weren't you? Well, I'm sorry, babe." Desert Punk replied. Kosuna merely rolled her eyes.
"Well, just don't do it again." Kosuna said. "It's gonna take a lot to straighten him out. That long, thick cock of his had better be worth it." She thought.
-End-