Mass Effect: The New Position Series

I don't own Mass Effect

"MMMGh!!" Kasumi moaned into the hand covering half her face, smothering her air as she was forced to orgasm once again on the thick cock brutally rampaging in her now severely loosened asshole. Vainly struggling beneath Commander Shepard as he relentlessly slammed into her ass over and over, unceasingly thrusting as she orgasmed again. "MMMNgh!!" lying submissively prone beneath him, her legs like jelly and her arms limply trying to pry his hand away from her face, losing strength by the second as he buried his cock up her ass and mercifully deposited another thick load of his hot semen.

"Who's my tight little slab of fuckmeat?" he hissed Japanese degradingly in her ear as she shuddered in pleasure. "It's YOOOOOOU." He teased coyly, his cock bulging in her hole and pumping rope after rope into her bowls with the REST of his marathon ass fucking session. He kissed her cheek as a tear rolled down them…

Was she crying because she felt used? Was she crying because she was practically RAPED for hours on end by a man she'd trusted with her life? Did she feel betrayed? Fuck No. she was crying because it hurt so fucking GOOD, she was positively euphoric. He licked her tears from her cheek and pressed his lips firmly to them before lying fully on top of her. Groaning contentedly as he wiggled his lower half letting his cock thrash around inside her stretched little ass pipe. "Mmmn." He sighed, wrapping his arms possessively around her as he lay completely onto her panting, shuddering body.

"Shepard get off me already…" she whimpered softly.

"Speak Japanese you schoolgirl slut." He ordered casually, still squeezing her tightly so there was no chance of her escaping the cock up her ass.

"Ugh! Shepard-sama get Off-mmgnh!" he shoved his tongue firmly into her mouth, dominating her yet again as she whined into his lips, tasting his drool sliding into her mouth liberally as she swallowed it.

"AH-Shut up whore." He ordered before forcefully tongue kissing her again as she trembled helplessly in orgasm once more. "Ah you love it." sliding his hand down beneath her to flick at her clit as she squirmed.

"Nooo…" she whined loudly, "No more! Please Shepard no more…"

He held her face, with his other hand forcing her to look at him as it contorted with pleasure from his continual fingering. He spat on her face. "Shepard-sama." He corrected.

"Shepard-sama!" she whined, squirming helplessly. "Please-" she whispered breathlessly before he leaned closer to kiss her again. "Please!-mmgn!" he began grinding on top of her again, his cock twitching warning inside her ass. He was going to brutally buttfuck her once more, this was her punishment for not being around to FUCK when he wanted her, for pushing her luck, for-

"Shepard." Tali spoke suddenly as he planted his hips on a squirming Kasumi as the Japanese ona-hole shuddered in whined erotically as a tiny orgasm made her tremble beneath him helplessly. His fingers were still unseeingly rubbing at her clit and pussy which went mostly untouched after 'Professor Shepard's' lesson hours ago.

"Yes Tali? Ahem!" he coughed, cleared his through and pinned Kasumi beneath him with hips and hands as he pushed himself upright on her. Placing his hands on her back and holding her down. No escape. No Mercy. Only assfucking Japanese whore-thief. "Yeah Tali?"

"Stop destroying Kasumi's ass we have a charity event to go to." she declared as Shepard blinked at her.

"Charity event?" he replied surprised grabbing Kasumi's waist and ripping her abruptly off his cock to throw her onto the bed like a discarded rag where she remained… twitching and leaking. "What charity event?"

Another Armax arena challenge. Miranda and Jacob? Did you forget?"

"Shit." He mumbled looking at his omnitool clock. "I did. Well that's what a constant barrage of ass fucking Kasumi will do." He said casually, "Let me shower? At least rinse." He replied already making his way to the bathroom. "Ah-SAMARA!" he suddenly shouted as after a minute the justicar walked into his bedroom…

"Yes Commander?"

"Could you help Kasumi clean up? I'm pretty sure she can't walk." Kasumi groaned in agreement, face first in the bed as he rushed into Fuck-holes cell to take a quick rinse to get the Japanese whore off his half-chub cock.

"I told you before Commander I am not your maid." Samara declared straight-faced… nobody moved, and the only sound that could be heard was Kasumi's low groans and the hiss of shower water… but Commander Shepard loomed ominously out of the bathroom, standing naked leaning against the doorway as his cock steadily rose… erect and majestic before Samara as the Justicar glanced at the rod of human meat that had unmentioned and unquestioned power over her, before she 'defiantly' returned her gaze to Shepard.

"You are absolutely right. You are not my maid." He said, before moving quickly to his bed, smacking Kasumi's thick Asian girl ass to a whimpering squeak from her mouth, and knelt down by the bed to his 'suitcase of erotic horrors' as the girls were collectively calling it. And produced a box about the size of the suitcase itself… it must have been a tight fit.

He stood up, and handed Samara the box. She took it without complaint, he grabbed her elegant chin and had the beautiful stone-faced justicar look him in the eyes as he said commandingly. "After I leave. Open the box. Put it on. Do you understand?" he ordered as Samara did not break her eye contact…

"Yes Commander." She replied stiffly, but unquestioningly as he gripped his cock and smacked her stomach firmly with it. Smiling lecherously before turning around and heading back into the bathroom as Kasumi crawled feebly to the other side of the bed, slipping off and falling to the floor with a disgraceful thud.

"…Samara I know you're doing something all one-with-the-universe zen or sexy or whatever, and I respect your desire to jerk the commander around, but could you ACTUALLY help me clean up?" she whined, "…I can't feel my legs." Slipping the box under her arm, Samara lifted Kasumi from the floor with biotic powers, carrying her out of the bedroom as she floated naked and weightless. "Thank you, just drop me off in the hot tub upstairs…

Eventually, Shepard left the apartment with Tali and Miranda. Miranda's ass was, of course, tightly gripped possessively in Shepard's hand as the front door shut behind them. Samara returned to the first floor, staring at the front door thoughtfully before opening the box Commander Shepard gave her… she stared at it, said nothing… then put it down on the coffee table in front of the couch, and stripped off her tight red suit. Displaying her big blue tits and Asari Matriarch Body, letting her suit hit the floor before reaching into the box to change into the costume provided by the Commander.

….

It wasn't until much later did the commander, Miranda, and Tali returned to the apartment. Riding up the elevator to their floor, the doors swinging open to-

"I Am NOT wearing a bikini to the Armax arena!" declared Miranda with finality as Shepard shrugged.

"I am JUST saying our charity profits would go through the roof. Especially if we auction off your bikini after." He replied as Tali laughed at the very idea.

"Piece by piece. In front of an audience."

"Oooh I like that idea!" Shepard smiled, wrapping his arm around his quarian girlfriend's sexy waist and hugging her to him affectionately as she caressed his slightly sweaty chest and shirt… it wasn't like she could smell or feel him at the moment. Thank god for the environmental suit. "Sell her top-" he teased as Miranda activated her omnitool to open the door. "Sell her bottom-" he cracked his hand on her bubble ass to minimal response, barely a grunt.

It was just par the course at this point.

However seeing the lack of response only encouraged the commander who let go of Tali and seized Miranda around the waist, yanking her back towards him abruptly as she gasped in surprise. "Shepard!" she sneered as he firmly groped her big tits hissing teasingly in her ear.

"Then we sell you… winner gets to take your bubble ass home and do whatever they want."

"Fuck you commander." She snarled bitterly as he slid his tongue against her face, thrusting his rock-hard cock between her bubble ass cheeks.

"In fact let's start now!" teased Shepard, pulling his hands from Miranda's tits and waving his hand at Tali, sending her a reasonable sum to her omnitool. "100 credits for Miranda!" he laughed as Tali giggled and cheered-

"SOLD! 100 credits to the handsome man who now owns a sexy bosh'tet slut!"

"Fuck both of you! Mmgn!" she was abruptly shoved against the wall as the commander overwhelmed her with his muscular bulk, taking her beautiful face in hand, forcing her mouth open, and spitting accurately at the back of her throat. "COUGH!"

"Shut up. You're my property now, no arguing." He grinned like a charismatic predator, before forcefully kissing the ex-cerberus bimbo… his cock throbbing as she squirmed and moaned against him. Shepard then snapped his fingers at Tali, and pointed lazily to the door.

"Oh no Shepard don't mind me." She teased playfully, smacking his ass. "You enjoy your toy." She added, "A deal well made." Miranda flipped her off by was obviously unable and unwilling to resist the commander's lust. I mean. Why fucking start now, right?

The commander sucked on her lips before pulling her from the wall, and shoved her into the apartment, following quickly behind her and smacking her ass HARD. "Welcome home Miranda." He replied getting a fistful of ass. "Good work today." He said, but he could've been talking to her ass… it was hard to tell. He then smacked her hard in the ass again just to watch it jiggle as she quickly walked away, rubbing her backside as Shepard abruptly flopped onto the couch, kicked off his boots, and put his feet up with an exhausted sigh. "Haaaaah…"

He managed to sit still for one full minute before being addressed. "Commander." Samara noted, walking from his room. "WHY am I wearing this?" she waited several hours and 'apparently' hadn't figured it out.

She was wearing a tight little black dress with frilly lace edges, a low neckline revealing her amazing milf cleavage, and a skirt so short it was really effective. In fact, her azure would be on full display if not for the frilly white apron… her legs were wrapped in thigh-length white stockings and she wore flat comfortable shoes with open toes… she also in one hand wielded some sort of feathered wand. Which she had ideas about, but wasn't exactly sure what it was.

Asari apparently didn't have feather dusters.

Shepard grinned at her as she stood stiffly and obediently beside him, absently he lifted her skirt, viewing it fully from below and her lack of underwear before reaching around and lazily fondling her blue ass. "Well, you see Samara that is a traditional french maid uniform. A highly sexualize costume designed by the French to make their cleaning women extra sexy." He said casually, "…As you can see. You are now my maid… and as my Maid, you have some cleaning to do."

Samara stared at him, neither angry, nor amused… just… Samara.

"Then what is this?" she asked, pointing to the rather thick in rod and feathery in top duster.

"That's a feather duster, you use it to dust things." He said, taking it and abruptly waving it back and forth over her exposed cleavage, tickling her blue skin and her big milf breasts as she stood there and let him do it. He stopped, smiled, then briefly did the same to her face before pulling it away and handing it over to her. "Get to it."

"…Get to what commander." She said slowly as he sat down on the couch.

"Dusting…. Bend over the table, and dust…" she looked at the table, then back to the commander before she turned towards it and bent over, awkwardly swaying the feathery wand on the wood as Shepard looked at her exposed lower body. "That's it." he said sensually, she kept 'dusting' the table, exposing herself to him as he viewed the sight… until...

"How long am I supposed to do this commander?"

"Until I get tired of looking at you." He said lazily.

"So not anytime soon." She said frankly, and kinda sarcastic in a monotone sort of voice.

"Not anytime soon." He confirmed, watching her ass. "Looking good Samara… but I got something else for you to clean now." He unzipped, his cock shooting out erectly from his pants and wobbling rigidly in greeting. "Like my cock clean." He ordered as Samara stopped dusting the table and stood up. "I didn't wash it just for you." He added grinning confidently.

…Considering he was mostly playing this by ear that was a bluff but he had a pretty good poker face.

Samara let go of the duster, letting it clatter onto the table as she stood before him, resting her hands on the Commander's knees, she bent forward slightly, letting him view her cleavage before dropping to her knees and pushing his legs open…

Samara opened her mouth, her tongue dripping with saliva as she wrapped her lips around his tip and moaned. Only for him to put his hand on her forehead and shove her off, gripping the base of his cock and abruptly SMACKING her in the face with it. "Ah…" she sat there wide-eyed and stunned, turning slowly back to Shepard in some confusion.

"I. said. LICK." He clarified domineeringly, gazing down at her like a ruler… or more appropriately her master. "If I wanted you to suck cock, I'd tell you to suck. COCK." he smacked her cheek repeatedly with said cock, the thick piece of meat on her skin echoing around the apartment. "Maids follow orders. Lick. My. Cock. clean…" he stated clearly.

"…Yes commander."

"Yes. MASTER." He corrected, "You're my sex-maid. I'm your master…" she slapped her hard on the face with his cock, swinging it like a fleshy bat before pulling it back towards her open mouth. "Lick." He ordered again.

"Yes, master." She replied as his cock throbbed excitedly in response, a grin stretching across his face as her tongue extended from her purple lips and ran from his fingers to his tip. He then pulled his hand away and felt her hot asari saliva dribbling down his cock as she slurped and drooled all over it. Pressing her lips and tongue firmly to his cock, smearing her face on it as she inhaled his sweaty stank from the Armax arena.

"Haah. Aah… laaah-aha…" her tongue slid slowly from the base of his cock, up the middle, then swirled around his tip flicking a string of thick saliva flinging around his shaft dripping down like chocolate syrup… clear chocolate syrup. Shepard relaxed contentedly on the couch, letting the beautiful asari MILF slurp on his dick. Seemingly not even registering her work, just letting her lick and slurp.

"Make sure you get the balls." He added as her tongue flicked on lefty and righty. "That's a good maid. Good work ethic." He stretched his arms on the back of the couch, closed his eyes and relaxed as Samara began running her tongue from his sack to tip, switching and shifting her head all around his cock to get all the angles until it was positively soaked in Asari Matriarch spit… and yet Shepard still hadn't cum, nor told her to do much else other than lick his shaft.

Shepard was mostly unmoving, until his cock suddenly wobbled and pre-cum oozed from his tip. Samara, at the base of his cock licking his left nut, froze and gazed up at it as if expecting it to suddenly rain human cum… but nothing came, she slid her tongue to his top, and scooped his pre-cum into her mouth with wet kisses and sloppy moans.

"That's enough." He declared as she froze mid-lick, her tongue halfway around his tip, and quickly finished as he smirked down at her. "…Go straighten my bedsheets." He ordered as Samara stared at him."

"…You have not ejaculated commander." She said frankly as his cock wiggled, smacking against her chin as he chuckled.

"Maids clean messes they don't make them. Go straighten my sheets." he said, jerking his thumb to the main bedroom. "And don't forget your duster…" he said as she was about to make her way to the bedroom only to pause, turn around and grab the duster. Feeling Shepard's hand on her ass, cracking it loudly.

"MMn…" she grunted as the sting of his hand on her blue milf ass throbbed through her body. She quickly made her way to the commander's room. Gazing at his almost perfectly made bed… considering he was fucking Kasumi on it hours ago it was somewhat surprising to find it as such…

But she stood at the end of the bed, leaned forward onto it and began smoothing the already smooth sheets, quickly feeling something between her cheeks. "AH…" she jerked her tendril head around to find Shepard behind her, his cock between her ass as he slid it down, and pushed it right up into her azure. "AHaah!! Command! Aah! AH! AAAH!!"

Shepard, standing still, jerked her body easily back and forth, slamming her body against his hips, plunging his cock into her azure and pounding away. "Ah what a whore of a maid you are-"

"Aah! Aargh! AH!"

"So fucking tight… I'll give you a raise!" Shepard threw her forward onto the bed, her body squirming as he followed. Grabbing her upper arms, and pinning her down before continuing his assault but putting his full sexual weight into it. Railing into her taught MILF body as she screamed her orgasm.

"GODDESS! OH GODDESS!!!"

But on Shepard fucked, ignoring her tensing pussy, her squeals of rapturous passion, her orgasmic surrender to his lusts. His cock bulging warning with each deep penetrating thrust into her, ramming into her asari womb as her body went still, as if trying to lie dead before an angry bear…

…Only the angry bear wanted to fuck her and will do so anyway.

"Aaha-go-oo-oooddeesss…" she howled submissively as Shepard had finally had enough…

…Well, not REALLY enough… enough for now.

Shepard clenched his teeth, pinned his hips, and filled that blue pussy to capacity, he gazed down at Samara almost scornfully, but then sighed in contentment as he drained his full balls into her blue body. "Haah…" Shepard, slowly, pulled out of her quivering body, gazing at her from behind as her azure quivered in full thirsty view, his seed oozing from her trembling lower lips as he grabbed her ankles and hurled her onto the bed.

"Ah!" her ass in the air and her face on the mattress she tried to move only for him to grab her ankles, flipping her over onto her back as she was manhandled back to the edge of the bed. Her voluptuous backside was on the very edge of it with her legs in the air, exposing both her lower orifices to her insatiable commander… his cock throbbing harder and harder as her body quivered in preparation for another deep fucking.

But Shepard sniffed, then grabbed the Feather duster…

"Aah? AAGH!!" Samara shrieked at the non-feathered end of it was crammed DEEP up her blue ass. "Haa-! Aaah!"

"Also functions as a dildo." He said, burying the duster up to the very feathers as Samara panted, shaking at the invasive rod of sturdy plastic as Shepard folded her legs up and mounted her. "I'm going to fucking breed you." He declared before slamming balls deep back into her cum-stuffed azure, dragging a squeal of pleasure from the MILF as she gasped. Her insides clinging to his cock as if terrified to let go.

"Aaaah! Aaah! N-! No! commander…" she hissed, "As a justicar-mmgh!"

He covered her mouth, cramming his cock into her squirming body until he bottomed out in her. Snarling in her face. "You're not a justicar you're my fucking maid. And maids have their master's children. It's a thing." He began bouncing on her ramming hard into her body as she screamed her pleasure into his hand. "Read a book!"

"MMgh! Mmngh! Mmmnghg!!"

"And take my cock you blue slut!" grabbing at her neckline and yanking it, exposing her big MILF breasts bouncing free to the room as he pounded harder. "Yeah. Come on Samara!" looking into her wide, orgasm-quivering eyes. "You fucking love it."

"MMMnngggh!!"

"More. MORE. GIVE ME THIS BODY!!" he snarled, railing into her harder and harder, balls deep again and again scraping out his old load to pump in the new. He pressed himself fully to her, his body mostly remained unmoving other than his hips, pinning her body beneath him they rose up and slammed in deep. Her grunts of pleasure were muffled by his hands but clearly they were there… and welcomed.

His constant, steady thrust echoed through her mind and her body. WHAM!...WHAM!...WHAM! Her insides clinging tightly to him, desperate to keep him inside her. Trying to stop him, or simply because he belonged there, she wouldn't or couldn't tell you. Either way, Shepard was claiming what was his, "UGH!!"

In when his cock, out came his cum.

Samara's eyes fully rolled up into her head. She shuddered and shivered beneath him as the hum of biotic power fizzled around them. "FUCK…" hiss Shepard concernedly, but not too concerned as to pull out, keeping himself inside the Asari Milf. "Don't you fucking dare, not until I'm done!" Hissing into her ear but pinning his hips to her. "NNgh!" willing himself to fill her just a little more, his balls clenching to comply against her sticky skin… they did their best. "Fuck." He sighed contentedly, his body un-tensing as he slipped off the bed… and out of his maid.

"Look at the fucking mess you made." He said lazily, hands on his hips as he viewed the oozing pussy of Samara, his cock hanging at half-mast and dripping with azure juices and stray strings of cum. "Clean this up." He said firmly… Samara's body limp, and destroyed, shuddered slightly as he grabbed her big tits and yanked her to her knees on the floor before him with a ungraceful THUMP!

She gasped softly, her tits out and her mouth hanging open as she panted for breath, drooling slightly as her firmly jerked her head back, aiming his cock at her mouth. "Suck cock." he said plainly before cramming it abruptly into her throat.

He found no resistance.

"Uuck…GULK. Guck…" her throat gargled on his member as it slide easily in and out of her mouth. Her head swinging back and forth on him as he held the back of her tendril head and used her mouth. Shepard's breathing was steady but his cock wash throbbing like crazy between her lips, lubricating her tongue and throat with plentiful amounts of pre-cum.

"Phew… UGH!" Shepard slammed Samara's face balls deep onto his cock to little if any response… just the usual clenching throat and devoted slurping. He gazed down at her, caressing the back of her scalp with his hand before he grabbed her head with both of them.

"GUCK! GUCK! GUCK! GUCK! GUCK!!"

Samara was a blur, and a mess… saliva and spittle, mucus and phlegm scrapped from her mouth, pouring down onto her bouncing blue milf tits and Maid costume. His cock was smeared with her purple lipstick, her mascara running down her eyes as she was choked on her master's cock. Swinging his hips forward towards her face now, his balls slapping against her chin. Yet her hands clawed longingly at his legs, silently pleading for more.

And he was going to give her more whether she wanted it or not.

"UURGH!!"

"MMGH!!"

Samara shuddered, gazing up dreamily at Commander Shepard as his cock expanded in her throat, he gazed down at her, and grinned proudly… her arousal oozed with joy. Then, he ripped his cock from her throat.

"COUGH!" she managed one meager splutter of fluid, a mixture of all sorts crammed in her throat before a thick dollop of human seed sprayed her face. She then froze like a statue as she let him saturate her body with his thick yogurt-like seed… Face… tits… then mostly just the face.

Shepard took a deep. Cleansing breath… and sighed… "…Clean that mess up." He ordered dismissively, walking right past the cum coated Maid, and right towards the bathroom as he scratched himself.

"Yes… master." Breathed Samara breathlessly before toppling backward in exhaustion. The feather duster wiggled slightly from her spasming ass, looking like a tail.

End

I think we've now entered the cosplay section of the Citadel. I was going to give DOCTOR T'Soni her role next but I think Ash might be a good idea. And just what 'job' will our lieutenant get?... I don't know. I'll think about it when I get there.