Street Fucker 6: World Tour

Search For Strength (And Thighs)

Life is confusing. It can take you down all sorts of different paths, some good, some bad. I suppose the path I'm traveling is somewhere in between. To put it shortly, I'm a martial artist, someone who wants to use my own body to fight. And, more importantly, discover what true strength is.

It's a question that's been rattling around in my brain since I was a boy. Almost two decades later, I still haven't found a concrete answer. I know I have my entire life to figure it out, but some might call me impatient. Strength is something I NEED to understand. And right now, I'm facing one of the most difficult challenges of my life.

"Almost there! Only 10 more seconds!"

I grit my teeth and squeeze my eyes shut, trying my hardest to resist. From the outside listening in, this might sound like some kind of exercise. I suppose it is, but not the conventional kind.

With several grunts of exertion, my sensei's muscular thighs wring several ropes of cum out of me. I hear her tsk disapprovingly. Even after my orgasm finishes, she pumps her hips back and forth a few more times to really make sure my balls are empty, causing one last spurt stains her beautiful legs.

She steps forward, dragging my poor dick though her vice legs. My entire body jumps as I'm finally released, and I look over at the timer to my right. I lasted 25 seconds. I groan in frustration, and my sensei giggles.

"Don't be so discouraged, you're doing great. We all have to start somewhere." I look at the owner of that mature voice, a beautiful Chinese karate master. Chun-Li, a flexible Interpol agent who I was told to speak to for training. "You need far more conditioning, though. I want you to rest, and we will go another round."

I open a bottle of water and think about what got me to this point.

Several Days Earlier

After speaking to Alice and parting ways with Bosch, I decide to quickly head over to Chinatown. I had just gotten my ass handed to me by Luke, so I'm fired up and ready to learn some new tricks!

I jog down past the gates leading to Chinatown, and the first thing I see is something orange flying towards me. It knocks me over, and the next thing I know I'm staring at the bright blue sky. I put a hand over my face to shield my eyes, but that suddenly isn't a problem.

A figure stands over me. A woman, if her curvy silhouette is anything to go by. The sun is bright in the sky, casting alluring shadows across her features. I'm captivated by her outfit; a light blue qipao flows elegantly over her upper body, with a tasteful neckline that sits just above her average, very pleasant bust.

From my lower angle I can see slightly up her qipao, but instead of seeing skin, I see the tightest dark blue unitard hugging every muscle and curve of her toned body. Her belly isn't flat, but has the most appealing layer of fat over well-earned muscle. My eyes drag down her stomach, and my pupils nearly have to separate completely in order to fully take in the sight of her wide hips. Thick, rippling thighs flow into strong calves, and I could instantly tell they'd be able to knock my head clean off.

"I know they're quite the sight, but I am more than just legs."

Her mature voice is the only thing able to rip my eyes away from her lower body, and I raise my head to see her hand extended to me. I take it, grateful she didn't (rightly) knock me upside the head for gawking.

The woman who helped me up is gorgeous. Fair skin, captivating dark brown eyes and black hair tied in two buns. I'm almost left gawking again but manage to save myself the embarrassment.

"Sorry about knocking into you, by the way!" I hear a younger voice say. I turn to see a short teenager, the bright orange ball that knocked me over. I noticed the two share the same hair style; were they related?