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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      ジョジョの奇妙な冒険_|_JoJo_no_Kimyou_na_Bouken_|_JoJo's_Bizarre_Adventure
  Relationship:
      Trish_Una/Original_Character, Spice_Girl/Original_Character, Trish_Una/
      Spice_Girl
  Character:
      Trish_Una, Spice_Girl_(Stand), Original_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Jojo's_Bizarre_Adventure_part_5:_Vento_Aureo, Underage_Sex, Femdom, Face-
      Sitting, Anal_Sex, Anal_Play, Cunnilingus
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-03 Words: 1758
****** Trish Una: An Offer You Can't Refuse ******
by ThunderingPinecones
Summary
     JoJo's Bizarre Adventure: Part 5 - Vento Aureo fapfiction. My first
     work, featuring Vento Aureo's Trish Una and Spice Girl! Written in
     the second-person perspective of a nameless La Squadra di
     Ecsecuzione.
You hear a voice crackle over your phone as you round the corner of the hotel
lobby, "Buccellati's gang has been separated. Using that Narancia kid as a
hostage worked just as planned. Buccellati, Abbacchio, Mista, and the new guy
are all accounted for. You have an opening to grab the target, but not for too
long... Get moving!" You thought there was another guy in Buccellati's gang,
but it seems he's defected. The coward. As you approach the hotel room holding
the target, you notice that it's slightly ajar. How odd, and easy. You could
have easily broken in, but now you can just stroll right in, grab the target,
and get out.
... Or so you thought, anyways. Nobody told you that she had a Stand power. She
laid a trap for you, making the floor at the entrance into a soft pitfall, like
quicksand. After being caught waist-deep in floor, she returns it to normal to
send you headfirst into the ceiling, like a trampoline, and letting you plummet
back down, landing face-up. You're lucky that you didn't get a concussion or
break your neck from that, but you're in no condition to fight. The pink-haired
girl, Boss's daughter, Trish Una, had singlehandedly defeated you.
"You one of La Squadra di Ecsecuzione?" she asks, her arms folded underneath
her modest chest as she glares over your body.
You respond in turn that you are.
She scoffs, "I thought you were supposed to be good at your job. But you didn't
even get to release your Stand."
You grit your teeth in humiliation.
"Maybe you don't even have a Stand."
You try to get up, try to use your Stand to show this bitch what you can do...
But she kicks your broken body at the side of your ribs. "Try anything and I'll
make sure you don't get back up."
You feel that she's just trying to sound tough just because she caught you off-
guard, but you're really in no position to retaliate.
"I could just get rid of you right now, but your partner's got my bodyguards
busy... No telling what'll happen to Narancia if he finds out you're missing."
Trish backs up, pacing and thinking. She then kneels over you, putting on a
sly, smug grin. "Tell you what, I'll make an offer you can't refuse. The boys
think that just because they're supposed to be protecting me that they can't
make a move, and being around so many cute guys is frustrating for a girl like
me. How's about you take care of my needs, tell your buddy you captured me, he
tells my friends that if they want my safety to let him go, and I let you run
off? Sound fair?"
Trish wants you to take care of her needs? Lucky break! It's almost worth
returning empty-handed. You begrudgingly nod and try to sit up, but her Stand's
arm materializes to punch you in the gut, making you let out a grunt. Wasn't
that hard, just enough to get you to stay put. "I do all the work, got that?"
You wheeze out a yes. Trish stands up and closes the door, locking it. Then she
calls out her Stand, a pink, feminine humanoid one, to carry you over to the
bed as she pulls off her panties, though keeping her long skirt around her hips
and legs. You can't help but stare at her shapely rump, your cock twitching
with the urge to just grab her by the hips and... Well, you're not really in
the position to do that, let alone move. Thankfully, her Stand undoes your
pants, letting your stiffening cock out. Surprisingly, the Stand speaks, in a
somewhat metallic voice, "Not a bad pick, Trish."
Seems even Trish thinks so, licking her lips at the sight. Above average
length, at 20 centimeters. Pretty thick, too, as wide as three of your fingers
side-by-side. "Oh hush, Spice Girl," she replies, in a much softer and feminine
tone than the one she gives to you, as she crawls onto the bed... But she
doesn't go for your cock. Instead, she straddles your head, facing towards it,
and she hovers her rump over your face, pulling at the back of her skirt to
display her bare ass.
Before you could say anything, whether it be a protest or not, she muffles your
words by lowering her hips, her fat and puffy vulva meeting your lips, and the
tip of your nose pushing into the bottom of her ass crack. The back of her
skirt lowers over your head, shrouding your vision in darkness. She roughly
grinds her bottom against her new seat with a satisfied grunt. "Now, lick."
You don't have to be told twice, your tongue pushing past your lips to lick at
her moistening folds, though weakly thanks to your injury. Her juices have a
nice, sweet taste to them, and the more you lick, the more she starts to
produce. You wished that she were facing the other way, though, because it's
somewhat difficult to breathe with your nose in her ass. You're forced to
breathe in her scent, but it's not all that bad at all, your cock growing to
its full length in no time.
"Not... nnf~! Not bad..." Trish mumbles. You feel a hand wrap around your thick
shaft. But it's not Trish's. It doesn't even feel like flesh, but it's quite
soft and cool. You let out a muffled groan of pleasure from underneath her
skirt, digging your tongue into her pussy. Before long, however, your cock
feels strange. Like it just went limp, but it's still as long and thick and
throbbing as it should be. The hand squeezes you, but there's very little pain
at all as your tip oozes pre-cum. You had a feeling her Stand was the one
jerking you off, and now it's using its power to make you soft, even when you
should be hard. Spice Girl gently strokes and squeezes you, as though wringing
out your pre-cum.
Trish giggles, almost cutely, "How creative." Then she barks at you, "Hey, no
slacking!" She lifts herself up briefly, spreads her cheeks through her dress,
and readjusts her ass over your face. Her pussy is just under your chin, out of
reach, and your mouth is stuck between her spread ass cheeks. You really don't
have a choice but to lick her other hole, the tip of your tongue probing and
pushing against her twitching anus.
She gasps and giggles and coos as your slimy tongue spreads her hole and digs
into it. Seems she did a good job of cleaning it... The slut probably planned
this to happen. Your efforts are rewarded with Spice Girl squeezing you tighter
and jerking faster, Trish grinding her luscious ass against your face.
Just as you push your tongue as deep as it can go into her hot, twitching
rectum, she gets off of you, letting you see and breathe again. You gasp for
air, the sides of your mouth and chin glazed with a mixture of your spit, her
juices, and her sweat. Your only rest comes from her taking the time to undo
her skirt, tossing it off to the side of the bed, before she finds a new seat
in your lap. You lower your head to see her facing away from you, her ass on
display. Then, she guides your erect yet soft cock between her cheeks,
squeezing it so tight around your shaft that you fear she'll flatten it. She
grinds you up and down, making you let out a shameless groan.
She turns her head back towards you. "You wanna fuck my ass, huh?" You nod.
"You going to get my friends out of trouble if I let you cum in my ass?" You
nod, faster, the anticipation of the main event. "Good boy."
She lifts her hips, and Spice Girl guides your cock into her tight ass. She
grunts and pants as she lowers, her hot, tight insides squeezing you more and
more the further she takes you inside, until your cock is stretched as thin as
your thumb as her hips rest firmly on your lap. She starts to ride, your cock a
misshapen toy for her to use freely.
As Trish starts to get more accustomed to the sensation, Spice Girl starts to
finger her. Although you can't see what's happening, your head thrown back in
pleasure, the Stand gradually pushes finger after finger inside her user's
needy pussy. One, two, three, four... It's not long at all before she's able to
take Spice Girl's hand inside, who's starting to thrust it deeper. No doubt
that it used its power to make Trish's walls softer and looser...
Trish's back arches, and she lets out whorish moan after slutty pant, Spice
Girl's other hand on her hip to help her go faster and harder. "N-Now!" she
cries out. On cue, the Stand pulls out its hand, curling it into a fist, and
releases your cock and Trish's insides from its power. Your cock bounces back
to its original shape, its thickness forcefully spreading out Trish's walls,
balls deep in her ass. She lets out a harsh gasp, and you let out a grunt
through gritted teeth.
Wasting no time, Spice Girl rapidly shoves her fist in and out of Trish's
spread, but normalized, pussy... and screaming its battle cry, "WANNABEEE~!!!"
Trish screams in a pained, but powerful orgasm, her body wracked with the
pleasure of her Stand's fist and your cock. Her ass's shuddering grip on your
cock coaxes you to finally empty your load into her belly, filling it with your
hot, thick, and sticky seed.
Trish, panting in exhaustion, her pink hair in disarray, lifts herself off your
lap. She lays on her side, her twitching, gaping hole leaking with your cum.
"T-that was a-amaziiiing...~" she coos. The fading Spice Girl has just enough
strength from its weakened user to open the hotel room door and grab you by the
collar to toss you out. At least the wall was also made soft, likely before
your arrival, to cushion your fall.
After you recover, pulling up your pants, you contact your partner and tell him
that Trish has been captured, and that Buccellati's gang should let him go free
to guarantee her safety. You look towards the hotel room door, and you shake
your head as you walk away from it. Who knew the Boss's daughter would be such
a butt slut?
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