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"AA-TSCD-4289 Three Seven Four requesting landing rights near Amazon tower." From an initial ground-view glance, an object with the appearance of a black-winged robot flew through the night sky. Upon closer inspection, however, one could clearly see it to be a high-tech battlesuit, if one's imagination had conceived of the thing before it zipped out of sight. The suit's size reflected that of a large, yet divine woman whose proportions matched those found in men's magazines throughout the area. Although the impeccably sized breasts and thighs were of great emphasis and importance on this suit, the flying "machine" still appeared smooth and shiny, like latex or aluminum. "Permission granted TSCD. Proceed." Behind her wings, a trail of light-blue phreon exhaust marked her path through the sky. She flew over the city of Ralsaba towards the shining tower on a nearby hill. The skyscraper, already known as a bastion of modern engineering, had four hundred floors; every five of them held a docking point for exosuits exactly like the one the woman had on. The person within this exosuit noticed several of her sisters, all of them adorned in military insignias akin to her own, flying around the tower; they were clearly in the same kind of situation she was. The auto- targeting computer in sync with her brain immediately found the landing platform closest to her apartment and her exosuit went into landing mode, gently touching down on a pad still located high in the sky. She entered the building, now stepping into a room filled with battlesuits just like her own. The woman found her own alcove and stepped into it, fitting the suit on its thousand-volt hypercharger. With a soft click, the exosuit elegantly folded itself open to reveal a sweaty, tired, and overall worn- out woman. Tamara Smith-Caddon dragged herself out of the scorching heat of the battlesuit. The tall blonde wore nothing but underwear and a bra, both equally coloured black. She stood at just above two meters in height and her body had a decent muscle tone to it, not that anyone would dare say it to her face. She panted, basking in the ever air-conditioned Amazon Tower. She wanted to rip off what few scraps she had on right then and there to cool off, but restrained herself. She had a killer bedhead and one look into her blue eyes revealed them as distant, not all there yet. She let herself in with a quick fingerprint scan, immediately after choosing to shut the door and rip off her bra, letting her full E cup mounds spring free. Her nipples, despite being trapped in an exosuit for the past few hours, were hard as ever. Her panties came off at a faster pace, soon landing at the other end of the room. Tamara was naked now, but there was nothing sensual about it as she chucked open the door to the fridge, poured herself a glass of milk and collapsed onto the couch. It tasted heavenly as she got out the remote and switched on the news for a quick break. There she sat, chugging milk and cooling down deep into the night. She heard the sound of light shuffling and turned her head. "Sorry, Red. I just got in. Just need a breather." Standing there in a cute bunny nightgown stood Red Vulpes; Tamara's personal assistant...officially. Every member of the Air Amazons was assigned one to keep order in their lives; someone to make life easier when they were away from the battlefield. Unofficially...the well-shaped, pretty redhead with a near-permanent smile on her face was Tamara's lover. The redhead sat down next to the stark-naked Tamara and leaned in for a kiss. "I'm just happy to see you here, Tamara. Thought you weren't home 'til next week." "Things came up." She wiped the milk-mustache from her face. "So I'm here for a few days it seems." "That's nice." Red noticed Tamara's worn-out demeanor as she just gazed at the television without any attention to it. Staring for the sake of staring. She sensually reached into her nightgown, slowly but surely exposing her cleavage in full. Tamara was too worn out to notice. Red cleared her throat. "Oh, oh!" Tamara tossed the jug away as she caught wind of Red's intentions. "You look stressed...i was thinking i could take some of your woes away." She wrapped her hand around Tamara's shoulder, using the other to rub one of her nipples. "I am here to assist, after all." Tamara got into the mood as well, massaging Red's breasts while the two women french-kissed passionately. Tamara wrapped her arms around Red's well-endowed asscheeks and squeezed them. Red began to grind herself against Tamara, and she couldn't help but smile as she felt her lover finally unwind and leave the day's events behind her. The two passionately exchanged each other's taste. Unbeknownst to Tamara, Red had snuck one hand downstairs and to finger Tamara's dripping wet pussy, and now her whole hand pushed against the front of it. She slid in with ease. Tamara painted and cooed in response to the heavy stimulation. "Okay, that should be enough foreplay to get it up." Red's gentle fingering morphed into a heavy fisting as Tamara's vagina parted to let her arm fully in. With her fingers now inside Tamara's velvety walls, she reached for something and grabbed hold. With a mighty shlorp and a lot of hyper-aroused moans from Tamara, a large, sticky, wet cock emerged from within her folds. While it was on the large side, Tamara's proportions made it look only average. Red kneeled in front of her as Tamara spread her legs, her cock and balls completely covering up any visage of her labial lips. This cock revealed the only real part of Tamara...though in her mind, the memories of the guy who couldn't make it into the Air Amazons because of his gender were long behind her. It cost him a lot...but it was worth it in the end. Tamara's hands laid on Red's breasts as the latter licked the tip, involuntarily making the former bite her lip in arousal. "N...No." Red looked up at Tamara, suddenly deeply concerned. "What is it, my love?" "I wasn't thinking about that...I was thinking about you on the kitchen counter." Red giggled. "That's going to be fun." She quickly stripped out of her silly-looking nightgown and skipped over to the kitchen counter. She leaned over, pressing her upper half against the fine marble and wiggling her butt enticingly. "Oh yes." Tamara let out a small laugh. "This is exactly what I needed." "I'm just doing my job, Mistress." Red looked back with a wink as Tamara approached, jerking herself off with one hand. She began rubbing her cock against Red's asshole. Then she rammed its full length up her lover, who burst out laughing in pure enjoyment. Tamara grabbed hold of Red's hair as she started pounding her ass like she hadn't done in a long time. Tamara was getting all sweaty again, but this time it was on her terms. Like always, Red's anus was incredibly tight and the pressure on her cock was extreme...and extremely delightful. Red idly reached for air with her hand as the powerful amazon whom pinned her in place split her ass in half. There was little she could do but grope herself and play with her own breasts. Tamara's hair bounced all over the place as she screamed in enjoyment, finally releasing herself into her lover with superhuman strength. She dropped load after load into Red as both of the girls moaned in enjoyment. Tamara let go of Red's cherry hair and just let out a huge roar as cum started leaking from Red's behind. Tamara removed her rod slowly and sensually from Red's filled ass. When she did, a steady stream of cum dripped down from in-between her cheeks. "Oh my god, I felt that....that was great!" "Yeah...it was." Tamara looked down Red's front. "Did you not come?" "Oh don't mind me, you can..." "No no, let me." Tamara grabbed Red by the shoulder and flipped her around. Now she fell to her knees, intent on passionately licking and slurping on her lover's pussy. Red gently put her hand behind Tamara's head, letting her fingers play with the ragged blonde hair. Using both hands, Tamara groped Red and got a good feel of the breasts she knew so well. From within Red, Tamara felt something rumble and shift. She closed her eyes and braced as the cock that had been hidden within Red?s snatch shot a load of pre into her mouth. Without hesitation, Tamara gave her assistant the blowjob of her life. "Nnngn, Tamara...Tamara..." Red's words sounded near-delirious from the arousal as the amazonian mouth worked her cock. From the outside, it wasn't even visible as Tamara effortlessly deepthroated it. "Tam...I..." With a girlish moan Red came into Tamara's mouth. Years of experiences and Amazonian discipline helped her take it all in without any hesitation, but the composure of her hair was completely ruined. Red went cross-eyed, her jaw dropping so hard that drool accidentally fell into Tamara's hair. "Gaaaaghhhhh" she incoherently exclaimed. Tamara slowly removed her mouth from Red's cock as she cleaned it up properly. Gently grasping it with one hand, she looked up at her lover with a sincere smile at Red's continued arousal, her cheeks equally as coloured as her name. As the arousal faded somewhat, Tamara could feel the sweat cover her body and the cock that hung from her crotch still dropping. "I need a quick shower...and then I need to sleep. Today's been long." "About as long as your cock." Red quipped, causing a chuckle to escape Tamara's lips. "Come on then." She helped Tamara to her feet and walked off to the shower, a small trail of cum dribbling from her leg that left small white stains in her wake. Tamara followed behind her lover as she turned on the shower and got underneath it. Red yelped in surprise as Tamara flicked the switch and the hot, comfortable water turned freezing cold. "Ah! What, what's that for?" She scurried out of the shower, her cock and breasts moving wildly as Tamara smirked at her discomfort. "You should really learn to build up a tolerance to the cold." Tamara set the temperature back once again. "Come on in." "Good to see you feel a bit better..." Red stepped back into the showering cabin, the sight of her lover's secret hanging out getting her hard once again. It was a vicious cycle which got both of the beautiful women aroused, nipples and cocks as hard as before. Soon without them really thinking about it they were rubbing against each other, their cocks kissing and rubbing. More and more the arousal increased as nipples and dicks got harder. Two of them had been cleaned by the hot water and the steam turned giggly. Soon they were fondling each other's pert asses; Tamara bent over slightly to let her mouth french kiss Red's. Red meanwhile lifted up a bottle of shampoo, flicked open the cap and squirted the white liquid over the two of them as they started rubbing in the soap bubbles over one another to "clean themselves". Soon it turned to the two of them rubbing the other's cock and cleaning it up. Yet it didn't turn into full-on sex as Tamara pulled back to focus on washing herself properly. Red didn't push it as she tended to her own affairs. Tamara stepped out of the shower and dried herself up. As she focused her mind, the large cock started to disappear back inside her vaginal walls. With a final shlorp, the tip disappeared within and Tamara leaked some cum from her vagina. Red spotted that and proceeded to do the same. Afterwards, Tamara plummeted into her bed and buried herself under the sheets. Her lover gently slid herself under them and nudged up to Tamara. She laid herself down next to Tamara and wrapped an arm around her. "So what's gotten under your skin today? I thought you were at some sort of training retreat." "Yeah..." Tamara averted her gaze for her moment. "New combat software update with faster high-resolution infrared scanning." It took Red a moment to realize the implication before she spoke up with a resolute "No." She continued. No, they won't find out about us. The truth about us. Never. I bet my life on it." "Reckon that's the consequence if we get caught. Don't think my combat record is going to measure up to the both of us not being the women that we really are. Even the fact that we've lied to everybody and falsified records..." "We won't get caught Tam. I pioneered this technology to be invisible and unnoticeable...outside of our cocks, of course. No one will ever know." Tamara looked her lover in the eye, smiled at her, and drifted off to sleep; exhaustion finally overtaking her.

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