Chapter 6: Ladybug Suit

The next two weeks were an interesting time for Marinette. As soon as she had gotten home, she fell asleep rather easily. When she woke up the next morning, she reflected on how twisted that reality was. Followed by so many naughty stirrings from last night hitting her like a truck.

Irritated, Marinette went on touching herself again. She hated how turned on she was, it was more depraved sex than ever, and yet it felt so damn good. She wanted nothing more than to make these annoying urges go away.

But when she came, the intensity was so bad that she let out a loud gasp. It didn’t feel good as last night, but she was having so many flashbacks of getting rammed that soon that same pleasure returned. She couldn’t believe it.

And then the worst thing happened. She wanted more, craved more. She looked at her hand, coated in her nectar. She could only remembered how his thick cum flowed out of her cunt after he drove her to satisfaction several times over.

Then a sudden thought hit her, one that changed everything. That it really did feel that good, in spite of the degrading situation he put her through. And then another one, even more soulshattering.

Maybe she could want this.

In the two weeks before next time, she searched up and down for that John guy. Looked for him in person, looked all over the internet. She never did find him. All the while, each night she touched herself with no hesitation, relishing in those memories of being ravaged and the forbidden pleasures that came of it. As the date got closer, it felt better and better and all she could do was want it.

That night, she went to the convention center a few hours early. She knocked on the door a little too excitedly, then stopped herself. As good as it felt, she had to remember what kind of creep she was dealing with.

But when he opened the door, his smile made her heart leap up in her chest. “You’re here early.”

“Yeah, don’t read too much into it,” she said, pushing past him.

She said that, but the ease in which she said it and went inside, he wasn’t fooled one bit. She was already walking to their special room. Grinning to himself, he followed her, his eyes on her tight little ass bouncing in that suit with every step she took.

As soon as they were alone, he shut the door behind him. She folded her arms and looked at him. “What is it this time?”

“Just more of what you like.”

She blushed but held her cool. “O-okay...”

He began taking off his clothes. Marinette’s face flushed as she watched him get naked. But as he was getting nude, she couldn’t help but sneak in a few peeks of his naked body. He wasn’t buff or anything, more like a dad bad than anything else.

John snickered to himself. Here she was checking him out. Doing a pretty bad job of hiding it too. Especially when he dropped his pants, his boner sticking right out. Probably fantasizing about all the things it had done to her. This was going to be a good one.

He lay down on the rug where he had plowed her two weeks earlier. His boner was standing right up.

“Now, just sit down and look at the camera you sexy little bitch.” She looked in the direction of the wall facing him, and there was a camera sitting on a tripod, angled to face in his direction.

“S-sit down and look at the camera...”

“That’s right.” He didn’t need to say anything, she knew what he meant. She tried to contain her excitement. She felt no shame over it, that hadn’t changed, but she didn’t want him seeing it. She looked back at him, he was still smiling.

John watched her look away, blushing. He couldn’t help but think she looked so cute. A far cry from how violent she was before. Could see the desire marked all over her, that she was too afraid to embrace it. Was probably trying to figure out a way to ride his dick without it seeming too much like she actually wanted it.

Then she began squatting down. Still had her suit on, maybe she was too proud to actually remove it willingly and embrace her desires. But if she wanted to ride him with her Ladybug suit still on, that was fine too. It would feel good for him either way.

Marinette let out a low hiss as she lowered herself on his penis. The tight fabric of her suit perfectly conformed to every part of her body ensuring that his erect phallus still penetrated deep inside her as if she were naked. It wasn’t just the impact of his thick member going inside her vagina that made her groan either, she could feel the heat of his thick shaft inside her vagina as if she were naked. And yet she wasn’t naked at all, and it only made her crave that direct stimulation on her nude petals with his flesh so much more.

As soon as she was as low as she could go on his prick, he started moving. She breathed low, struggling to keep her voice in, every thrust was already driving her crazy. For the first few moments she only sat on top of him, absorbed in the shameful pleasure he was spiking inside of her twat. Those whole two weeks she had craved this encounter with this man again in guilt and longing and now it was every bit as good as she thought it would be.

With every thrust his thick member was pushing against her walls so bad and that only made her cunt cling to his meat that much harder. She had been looking down and away from the camera while he continued to thrust inside of her, gritting her teeth to keep her perverted moans from escaping her lips. But as he kept on fucking her, her body responded in kind and she began moving on him.