Welcome to the next installment CoD: MW II fanfic series! This chapter features the fiery Valeria and Cain once more! Stay tuned for Farah!
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All characters are +18
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Valeria Garza cursed and pounded her fist into the rickety table, causing a few loose bullets to roll off and clatter to the floor. Her thumb anxiously flipped the safety on her desert eagle back and forth as her eyes gazed over the various papers. She ran her fingers through her black shiny hair and sighed. Leading a cartel was
not
as lavish as media outlets made it out to be. It felt like every other week they were losing another stronghold or production lab, either to authorities or rival cartels. Everything felt like it was going wrong, and she just couldn't fucking take it!
"Mierda!" she shouted and flipped the table over, scattering papers, ammunition and drugs all over the floor. She stomped out of her office in a huff. "Diego!" she barked, startling the bald, bearded man playing a game on his phone.
"Sí, Valeria?"
"I have to let off some steam. Do
not
bother me!" She pushed the barrel of her pistol against his head for emphasis. The man nodded.
"Understood..."
"Bueno." She holstered her firearm and rushed off to her private spa. Once she got there and shut the door, she wasted no time in undressing. Her tank top, neckerchief and khakis hit the floor in rapid succession until she stood stark naked in front of her jacuzzi. She took a moment to admire herself in a nearby full-length mirror, striking a sultry pose. Her tanned latina body was fit, with nice toned muscles showing through her skin. Her breasts were on the medium to smaller side, perky with small pink nipples. She rubbed the tattoos adorning her long arms before caressing her shoulders softly. Finally she turned to the side to get a view of her prized appendage: her cock. Beneath a well-groomed landing strip of pubic hair hung a thick dark shaft of girl meat. Eight hefty inches in its flaccid state, the hooded tip bounced against her knee with every step. Her balls were even heavier than her member, also sagging to her knees under their weight. She hadn't emptied them in
days!
The sheer internal pressure of the sperm building up in her fat nuts caused the wrinkled skin containing them to smooth out and the veins to protrude even more. They caught the light on occasion thanks to their smoothness and the sheen of sweat across their expanse. Valeria lifted one and rolled it in her palm. She felt the seed sloshing around inside and groaned; they were actually sore from lack of release!
Sergeant Cain Irons gasped at what he saw through his binoculars! There she was, El Sin Nombre herself, Valeria Garza in her birthday suit! She was just as beautiful as the pictures depicted, and as he had theorized, she was
hung!
His pants grew tight as he watched the futa lower herself into the bubbling water, leaning back and closing her eyes. Cain wiped a bit of drool from his lower lip and rubbed his stomach, remembering how it felt to be stuffed full of femcock. It had taken him
days
to recover from his night with Roze. He walked with a limp for two, and his ass didn't go back to normal until seven. He tried to get her number, email,
something
to stay in contact with her, but she insisted on her privacy. Cain had tried to sleep with regular women since, but he couldn't even get it up once the clothes came off. Roze had warped his mind and desires...
Valeria had grabbed a waterproof vibrating wand and was now busy stuffing it underneath her bloated sack. It hummed away, riling up her swimmers into a baby-making frenzy and sending her libido into overdrive. Very quickly she grew to full mast, her cock sliding from its foreskin and rising out of the water like the Loch Ness Monster. Valeria's futanari cock curved upwards like a scimitar, the leaking swollen tip level with her breasts. The veins were significantly more prominent now, decorating her dark meat like vines on old cobblestone. They pulsed with hot latina blood, causing it to twitch with every powerful throb of her heart. Precum had already begun to pour from her slit, and she used it as the perfect lubricant to start jerking herself off. Her fingers couldn't hope to meet around her shaft, however, and she clicked her tongue in exasperation. Suddenly the door to her spa swung open.
"El Sin Nombre, we've received word that you may be being watched!"
"Puta madre, Diego! I said don't bother me! Do you want me to fuck you?! No? Then get the fuck out and call me some putas!" Diego's face went pale and he nodded before shutting the door.
Cain had switched to a different hilltop, burying himself in the underbrush so he would remain undisturbed in his voyeurism disguised as reconnaissance. Valeria now had two women with her; women Cain could only assume to be prostitutes. They had joined her in the hottub and were tandemly slurping all over the cartel boss's massive cock. The one to the right, Isabella was hard at work suckling on Valeria's swollen glans. She had her botox-filled lips wrapped around the futa's slit and greedily gulped down several servings of she-pre per minute. Her fake eyelashes fluttered in an attempt to be cute for her client, but Valeria wasn't impressed. Meanwhile the whore on the left, Juana had somehow fit over
half
of one of her testicles in her mouth. Valeria had a hand on one of Juana's massive ass cheeks, squeezing it much-too-roughly.
"Damn, bitch! No wonder you can fit that thing in your mouth considering how much you probably eat!" She slapped the chubby slut's rear so hard it left a lasting hand print. The two prostitutes exchanged worried glances. They had been briefed before entering, the instructions amounting to "Don't talk back and obey no matter what." However both were starting to realize what that might entail. Hopefully it would be worth the money they were promised.
