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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Bishoujo_Senshi_Sailor_Moon_|_Pretty_Guardian_Sailor_Moon
  Relationship:
      Kaiou_Michiru_&_Tenoh_Haruka, Kaiou_Michiru_&_Tomoe_Hotaru, Tenoh_Haruka
      &_Strange_Men
  Character:
      Tenoh_Haruka_|_Sailor_Uranus, Kaiou_Michiru_|_Sailor_Neptune, Tomoe
      Hotaru_|_Sailor_Saturn
  Additional Tags:
      Blowbang, Bukkake, Strap-On, Cunnilingus, Degrade, so_very, very_crack,
      Dirty_photos
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-07-04 Words: 2313
****** Media Personality ******
by WestOrEast
Summary
     Sailor Uranus makes the acquaintance of several men all at once,
     while Neptune goes through her inbox.
                               Media Personality
 
Haruka Tenoh knelt in the center of the room, the tiles on the floor cold
against her knees. She had transformed into Sailor Uranus, but had stripped off
most of her uniform. All that was left were her blue, high heeled boots, her
white gloves, and the makeup adorning her face. Her hands glided up and down
her bare thighs as she shifted back and forth, waiting.
 
She did a quick scan of the room. Everything that could reveal her identity was
locked away, not that many people here would care about a foreign racecar
driver anyways. A camera waited in a desk drawer for later,
 
Hearing many footsteps on the stairs, she licked her lips, and unconsciously
spread her thighs slightly. Since she was facing the door, anyone walking in
would have seen her pussy, gleaming slightly in the low light. The A/C in the
corner of the room sent a cool wind flowing over her crotch, and Haruka
shivered at the stimulation.
 
The door opened, and four men walked in. They talked amongst themselves,
trading improbable stories to prove their masculinity as they surrounded
Haruka. Their occasional lust-filled glances at her made her shiver.
 
“My name’s Amara, and-“
 
“Did anyone ask?” The group’s leader, or at least the biggest of the four cut
her off with a dismissive gesture and sneer. “Still, no reason not to get
started.” Undoing his belt, he unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. The
rest of the men followed suit.
 
Haruka flushed and licked her lips as she glanced from one half-hard cock to
another. With a shaking hand, she reached out to the nearest one. Wrapping her
long fingers around the warm shaft, she gently slid her hand up and down.
 
“Come on, slut. We ain’t here for some touch and go,” said the leader again.
“We’re here for you to blow us.” His cronies cackled, the one on the far right
chiming in.
 
“Yeah, I’ve been saving up for a week, and I’ll be damned if I don’t paint your
whore face white.”
 
They laughed amongst themselves as Haruka took a firmer grip with both hands,
leaning forward to lick the cockhead of the leader in front of her. This left
one man untended, and he scowled at the omission. Stepping close to Haruka, he
pumped his hand up and down his cock, making it grow to its full length.
 
He lightly slapped Haruka in the face with it, his cock meeting her cheek with
a thump. She flinched from the impact, before leaning back in. The man did it
again, and then again, and every time Haruka paused for a second before going
back to servicing the cock in front of her. The men laughed seeing a slut like
that who was so dedicated to sucking dick.
 
Picking up the pace, Haruka slid her lips over the large cock in front of her.
Slowly sliding down it, she paused three-quarters down, suppressing her gag
reflex. She waited for a moment, slowly jacking off the two men to either side
as she luxuriated in the feeling of the penis in her mouth. Her mouth was being
stretched, and she rubbed her thighs together, feeling the arousal building
within her.
 
Unhappy with the delay, the leader wrapped his fingers in her short, blonde
hair. Pushing forward, he rammed her head down to the base of his cock.
Haruka’s eyes shot wide open as the dick filled her throat. After holding her
down there for a few seconds, the man pulled back, drawing her away from him.
 
Haruka gasped for breath as the cock left her mouth, only for the man to do it
over again. She wrapped her tongue around him, doing her best to lick him as he
face fucked her. Her firm steady hands switched between the other men, making
sure none of them were left alone too long. Gliding her thumbs over their
heads, Haruka could feel precum starting to leak out. The men weren’t the only
ones getting aroused, for that matter.
 
Haruka rubbed her thighs together, trying to get stimulation on her clit that
wouldn’t come. Rubbing just made her more sensitive and aroused, without
actually taking her over the edge. She whined in frustration around the man’s
cock. The man laughed at the sensation and picked up the pace.
 
“Come on, man. Don’t hog her, we all want a turn with that slut’s mouth.”

“Ah, you’ll get your chance soon enough. Damn, this bitch knows what she’s
doing!”
 
“Nah man, stop for now. You rest a bit, I have my turn, and you come back ready
to go longer.”
 
The leader considered this as he facefucked Haruka, who was only half listening
as the strangers planned her continuing debasement. Grunting in assent, the man
agreed, and let go of Haruka. She popped off his cock, gasping for breath as
faint white specks danced in her vision.
 
The next man stepped up in front of her, his dick hard and ready for service.
Leaning forward again, she slowly slid his length between her parted lips,
coming to rest at the base. She stared up at him, eyes wide as enjoyed the
sensation.
 
Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the other men fishing phones out of
their pockets. As they started taking pictures of her, she started to slide her
mouth up and down. She wasn’t worried about those photos causing trouble for
her. One of the minor advantages of being a Sailor was that images never looked
like her. Her anonymity was quite secure, even of these men, or the ones last
time, or the ones the time before that would never forget her.
 
“Hey whore. Smile for the camera.”
 
Haruka turned her head as much as she could for the man taking her picture. The
light flashed, and an image of Sailor Uranus sucking a stranger’s dick was
captured. More lights flashed as she started to switch off between the four
men, making sure they all got to feel her warm mouth and skilled tongue.
 
Haruka’s nipples were hard, jutting out from her firm breasts as they swayed
with her back and forth motion. Her cheeks were flushed as cocks stretched her
mouth open. With every up-and-down stroke, she left lipstick on a stranger’s
dick, and her makeup was starting to be smeared. She knew she looked like a
cheap whore as she bobbed up and down, and she loved it. Phones flashed,
capturing her continued degradation as she was held down, gag reflex
suppressed. Precum covered her tongue, and ran down her hands while her own
arousal dripped onto the floor.
 
After a timeless while, one of the men tightened his grip on Haruka’s head. She
felt the warm cock in his grow even hotter and start to twitch. As he pulled it
out of her, she panted in excitement, knowing what was about to happen.
 
“Got something for ya, you little slut,” he grunted as she reached up to stroke
his length.
 
Almost as soon as she grasped his dick, he groaned in climax. Shot after shot
of white cum burst out, landing on Haruka’s face. She moaned, feeling the hot
cum splatter against her cheek and jaw. Closing her eyes, she savored the
sensation, feeling the man’s cum cover her. She let go of a cock to pinch her
nipple, gasping as the pain and degradation drove her to new heights.
 
“Did I say you were done yet, bitch?” The man she had stopped stroking elbowed
the one in front of her aside. Haruka opened her eyes to look at him, matching
his hungry, lustful look.
 
His dick rested against her face, almost from jaw to forehead. He snapped a
picture of her like that, Haruka’s pink tongue flitting out to lick him as his
friend’s cum started to drip down onto her bare breasts. As the man switched to
filming her, Haruka guided his cock into her mouth with a white-gloved hand.
She started to stroke the other two remaining men as she fellated him while he
filmed her.
 
Haruka closed her eyes, feeling the cum dripping off her, hearing the muffled
encouragements of the men to keep going, and tasting the dick slamming in and
out of her. She shuddered in arousal and shame, the emotions so closely linked
right now. Arousal cascaded down her thighs as she rubbed them together,
wishing that she could touch herself, even for a minute.
 
Haruka felt a familiar twitching in her mouth and decided to wait for a second.
Pressing her tongue against him in a farewell kiss, she pulled the man’s dick
out her mouth. The first jet of cum landed inside her open mouth, and the
following two covered her chin and jaw.
 
The sight of the slut sucking them off getting her face covered set off the
remaining two men as well. Haruka used her grip on them to guide their cocks so
that they were pointing at her face. Almost before she did so, they both came.
Covering her face until she was blinded by their lust, they came again and
again on her. Haruka heard cameras whirr as the strangers took pictures and
videos of her humiliation.
 
The thought, and the feel, and the words, made her so unbearably aroused that
her hand blurred as it shot between her thighs, while the other fondled her
breasts. An orgasm came almost instantly as one thumb pressed against her clit
while her fingers spread her lower lips apart.
 
“Hah! God, what a needy slut,” the leader said. She couldn’t see, the cum
gluing her eyes shut, but it sounded as if he and his friends were next to the
door. “See you next time bitch.”
 
The door slammed close, and Haruka was left alone. Falling backwards onto the
floor, she started masturbating again, wanting at least one more orgasm while
the feelings from this night were still fresh in her mind. She could worry
about later later.
 
 
Michiru Kaioh was spending a boring hour going through her emails. Most of them
were too important to ignore, but not interesting enough to hold her attention.
As she flicked through her mail, one hand snaked down to pet the head under her
skirt. Her blue panties were pooled around one ankle.
 
As a skilled tongue flicked her clit, nimble fingers ran along her lower lips.
Sighing in satisfaction, she petted the woman between her legs as a reward. She
murmured in appreciation, the vibration feeling good against Michiru.
 
There was a soft ding. The “Unread Messages” counter on her screen changed from
45 to 46. Michiru sighed. Sometimes it felt like most of her life was spent in
this chair, instead of with her friends and lovers among the Sailor Senshi. Her
mood did a 180 when she saw it was from Haruka. Eagerly opening it, she quickly
read the short paragraphs describing Haruka’s business trip. Sitting back, she
smiled, before looking down between her legs.
 
“Hotaru? Papa sent us a message. Come up and see. Oh, but first grab the blue
one.”

“Yes, mama.”
 
Michiru and Haruka’s adopted daughter grabbed the blue strap-on next to her
while Michiru lifted herself up. Hotaru slid Michiru’s skirt down her long,
toned legs before sliding the harness up. Crawling out from under the desk,
Hotaru sat on Michiru’s lap, pulling her black, frilly panties to one side as
she did so. She moaned as she sank down on the blue rod, it stretching apart
her tender folds. Once she had gone down as far as she could go, Hotaru opened
her eyes and read Haruka’s message
 
“That’s nice to hear. But I hope she comes home soon. I miss her.” Michiru
smiled sadly and kissed the back of her neck.
 
“I do too, sweety. But it should just be two more days.” Hotaru nodded and
shifted slightly, moaning as the strap-on moved inside her.
 
“I was talking to Chibi-usa the other day about this. She loves when Usagi-chan
is gone, but I don’t like it when Setsuna-mama or you or Haruka-papa are gone.”
Michiru chuckled, as one hand slid up Hotaru’s side to fondle a breast,
slipping underneath her bra.
 
“You don’t like being Mama’s cocksleeve while Papa’s gone? I can understand
that.”
 
“Uhhh, oh Mama. No, it’s alright, I just love her, and want to be with her.
Just an e-mail isn’t enough.” Michiru nodded, slowly stroking Hotaru.
 
“Actually, she sent a picture with the e-mail. Would that be better?”
 
Hotaru eagerly nodded. Michiru opened the attachment and sighed in frustration
at even the two-second delay while the picture loaded. Hotaru was beginning to
give the squeaky moans Michiru recognized as a sign of ever-growing arousal.
Michiru was feeling worked up herself, both from the strap-on gently rubbing
against her clit, and barely piercing her folds, and the better oral service
her daughter had been giving her earlier.
 
When the picture finally loaded, Michiru joined Hotaru in vocalizing her lust.
Haruka was alone in the picture, and it was only through years of familiarity
that they recognized her. Her face was completely covered in cum, from her
blonde hair to her firm jawline. One arm disappeared out of frame, undoubtedly
holding the camera she had taken the picture with. Cum from who knows how many
men was dripping off her, splattering her shoulders and breasts, while she
collected it with her other hand. Below the picture, there was a lone line of
text.
 
Wish you were here. XOXOXO.
 
“That’s, ah, ah, nice of her, isn’t it, Hotaru?” Hotaru nodded, as she started
to pick herself up and drop back down on Michiru’s strap-on, her eyes glued to
the screen.
 
Michiru leaned back, still molesting Hotaru, and gently nipped her neck.
 
I wish all my e-mails were like this.
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