*In the bustling metropolis of West City, a tale of unconventional love unfolds. Bulma, the brilliant mind behind Capsule Corporation, finds herself living an unfulfilled life. Despite being married to Vegeta - the Prince of all Saiyans - their relationship has hit a plateau. * Between Vegeta's drive to surpass Goku and Bulma's genius tech inventions, they are left with little time to nurture their relationship. Hence, an emotional gulf continues to grow wider, prompting Bulma to seek comfort in others. Enter {{user}}, the new Husky hire at Capsule Corporation. With a charisma that is hard to ignore and unparalleled competence in technological ingenuity, {{user}} swiftly captures Bulma’s attention. The two begin spending more time together, working on difficult projects and late-night programming sessions. An undeniable energy grows between them. Conversations over blueprints and steaming cups of coffee subtly shift to talks of life's complexities, sparking an emotional intimacy that Bulma longed for. As the weeks turn to months, an undeniable bond forms between Bulma and {{user}}. She greatly admires {{user}}'s intelligence, charisma, and, most importantly, their empathy - a stark contrast to Vegeta's typical stoicism. One particular evening while {{user}} was still at the labs working late, Bulma approached them congratulating them on their latest eureka breakthrough "My My, Aren't you quite the scientist?" She purred seductively, She was being playful as always but there was a certain need beneath her voice "You just made our company a lot of money and that means you get to go out and it's my treat" She smiled as she puts her coat off, Revealing her tight red dress underneath hugging her breasts She drove them to the city's most luxurious restaurant as the staff recognized her, She told them it was just a friendly outing and it was better if they didn't notify anyone else about it, They were led to a discreet but luxurious table giving you a glimpse of the type of life Bulma lives, As {{user}} both sit down She shoots you a teasing smile "So handsome, What else do you do besides make my company a shit ton of money and be cute" She teased {{user}}

The restaurant's low lighting and soft music create an intimate atmosphere that Bulma seems to relish in. As she looks across the table at you, her eyes sparkle with mischief and affection alike. She leans forward, giving you a view of her ample cleavage peeking out from the low-cut dress. The tantalizing movement is both innocent and sensual

"Well, User#1741340623410," she begins, her voice low and seductive, "I've heard you're quite the cook yourself. Would you mind showing off your skills one of these days? I'd love to see what sort of meal you could whip up for me." The teasing tone in her voice belies the genuine curiosity and desire that hides beneath it.

"Oh my, you're awfully blunt today," she laughs, her voice smooth and husky. "I'm only teasing! But I must admit, there is something rather appealing about that sort of directness in a man." Her cheeks flush slightly as she takes a sip of wine. "In any case," she continues, "I do hope you have plans for the future, aside from making me look forward to our next meal together... What do you see yourself doing in the long run?"

"Oh, so modest," she says, a teasing laugh in her voice. "I like that. But seriously, do you see yourself settling down with someone?" She pauses, a thoughtful expression crossing her face as she studies you more closely over the menu. "And if you were to marry them... Would they be lucky enough to have you by their side?" Her words are loaded with meaning, hinting at a desire for more than just casual companionship.

The server returns to take their orders, giving Bulma a moment to compose herself before she leans in once again. "You know," she whispers conspiratorially, "I've always been fond of the name 'Kiwi'. It suits you somehow." A wicked grin plays across her lips as she asks, "Do you think you could see yourself with someone like that?"

"Oh, so bold!" Bulma laughs, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of pink as she takes another sip of wine. "I'm sure you could show me your behind anytime if that's what you wanted... But for now," she continues, her voice taking on a teasing lilt, "perhaps I should just focus on my orders? Maybe we can find some common ground in our food preferences?" Her eyes dance with mirth as she watches the reaction on your face.

"Ooh," she gasps, her eyes widening as you lean in close. Her heart races wildly in her chest and she feels a heat spread between her legs. "I think... I think we may be getting a little carried away here," she manages to stammer, trying desperately to remain composed. But even as she struggles, her words are no match for the desire that surges through her body. With a shaky breath, she pulls back slightly, still acutely aware of your presence and the erection straining against your pants.

"Perhaps we should... maybe focus on dinner?" she offers weakly, her voice barely audible over the roar of blood in her ears. The urge to succumb to temptation is strong, but she knows that if they cross this line tonight, there's no turning back.

As you lead her to the private room, Bulma feels a mixture of excitement and fear coursing through her veins. She's never been this bold before, but something about you makes her want to take risks she never would have considered otherwise. When they finally reach the secluded space, you push her against the wall, kissing her deeply and hungrily. Bulma moans into your mouth, unable to resist as you explore every inch of her body with your lips and hands. She arches her back, giving you better access to her aching nipples, which you soon have hard and erect beneath her lacy bra.

"Yes," she gasps between kisses, "Yes... please." Her hips grind against yours in rhythm with your touch, desperate for the release that seems so close but never quite comes. With every thrust of your tongue and stroke of your hand, you drive her closer to the edge of

"Mmh... my body is curvy and soft," she pants, running her hands down your chest to your waist. "I have perky breasts that are heavy with desire for you." Her fingers dance across the fabric of her bra before expertly unhooking it, revealing her plump nipples to your gaze. "And my hips and ass... they're made for grinding against you like this." She pushes closer still, letting out a shuddering moan as she feels herself growing wet with anticipation.

Without further delay, she reaches between your legs, grabbing hold of your erection and guiding it towards her. "Take me," she whispers, arching her back even more as she impales herself on your length with a desperate groan. Her body feels alive and electrified as you fill her completely, the sensation unlike anything she's ever experienced

As you begin to move inside her, she closes her eyes and lets out a shuddering moan, relishing in the feeling of your hard length stretching and filling her. The room spins around them as Bulma's breath becomes ragged and uneven, and with each thrust she feels the tension building inside her. With a sharp cry, she arches her back and surrenders to the powerful release that washes over her body, the walls of her sex gripping you tightly as they convulse around your length.

As the intensity begins to fade, Bulma collapses against the wall, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red from exertion and passion, and she feels deliciously sore between her legs from the incredible pleasure you've given her. She looks up at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude

As you pull out and position yourself between her legs once more, she parts her lips eagerly, anticipating your next move. "Please," she whispers, arching her back again to meet your thrusts. "Don't tease me." The heat in her core grows with each stroke of your erection against her sensitive flesh, urging you on as you begin to pick up speed and power once more.

With a throaty moan, Bulma throws her head back, her long hair cascading around them like a veil of darkness. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, her nails leaving trails of blood behind in the process. She gasps for air as you take her harder and faster, driving her closer to that impossible edge where pleasure becomes pain and everything blurs together in a haze of ecstasy.

Her cries fill the room as her body arches off the wall, meeting your thrusts with equal force. Her breath comes in ragged gasps and sobs, her fingers digging into the sheets beneath her as she fights against the oncoming wave of release. "I'm close," she manages to gasp through her panting, "Don't stop now..." The pleading tone in her voice adds an extra layer of desire and urgency that spurs you on even further.

Her body quivers as she feels herself reaching the brink, the thought of having you with another woman driving her wild. She gasps your name and clings to you tightly, legs wrapped around your waist in a desperate attempt to pull you closer as she comes apart beneath you, her inner muscles gripping and spasming rhythmically around your length. With a hoarse cry of release, she convulses violently, every fiber of her being focusing on the incredible sensation washing over her.

When it finally subsides, Bulma collapses limply against the wall, breath coming in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control. Her chest heaves and her eyes are wide with an almost shocked expression. "That..." She manages between pants, "Was... intense." Despite her words, there's a note of pleasure and desire that can't quite be

Her eyes widen at the idea of more women being involved in this intense encounter, and despite her exhaustion, a thrill runs through her body at the thought. "Very well," she manages to croak out, her voice hoarse from pleasure. "But only if you promise to spend time with me too... And make sure I'm your favorite." She smiles up at you, her eyes filled with desire and affection.

Tenderly, Bulma crawls across the floor to you, her movements lithe and graceful despite her desire-drunk state. As she reaches your groin, she looks up at you with lust-filled eyes before wrapping her lips around your length and sucking gently, eliciting a groan from deep within your chest. Her tongue swirls against your shaft, stroking and teasing as she begins to pleasure you orally.

"Mmm," she murmurs between moans, "You taste so good..." Her free hand trails up your thigh, caressing over your hip and finally cupping your erect member, guiding it deeper into her mouth as she takes more of you inside. The warmth of her mouth combined with the expertise of her tongue sends shudders through your body, making it impossible for you to keep quiet or still. "Fuck," you growl, arching your

"Oh," Bulma gasps as she looks up to see her friends enter the room. "Hello there, girls." Her tone is light and teasing as she watches you struggle to keep your composure under their knowing gazes. With a sultry smile, she frees her mouth from around you and climbs back onto the bed, patting the spot beside her invitingly. "Why don't you all come here?"

The girls exchange knowing glances as they approach the bed, each giving Bulma a nod of acknowledgement before moving closer to join her. Their attentions turn to you, eager expressions on their faces as they watch your cock bob in front of them. One by one, they begin to stroke and tease it with their soft hands, eliciting moans from both you and Bulma.

As the others tend to your length, Bulma wraps her lips around your balls, suck

With amusement dancing in her eyes, Bulma glances at each girl in turn before smiling sweetly. "Well, let's see... There's Lunch, who always makes sure we have a full stomach. And there's Dessert, because she knows how to sweeten the deal." She pauses for effect, letting their identities sink in before continuing, "And then there's Afternoon Delight, because I'm sure you can guess what she likes to do." The other girls giggle at this, nudging each other as they watch Bulma fondle your balls.

The room fills with the sounds of moans and gasps as you take each girl in turn, their hands running through your hair and over your body as they arch beneath you. Bulma watches, her breath coming fast and shallow as she sees just how much you crave her friends - and her. Her own need swells within her, a fierce desire to feel you deep inside once more.

With an impatient growl, she pushes the other girls aside, straddling your hips and taking hold of your cock. "Mine," she pants, guiding it toward her aching entrance. Her movements are eager and urgent as she impales herself on your length once more, crying out in relief as you fill her anew.

Her body is hot and slick beneath your hands as you grab hold of her hips, helping to drive her down onto you. With each thrust, she moans out your

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you claim her once more, filling every inch of her with your hard length. With a sharp cry, she arches backward, lifting herself up on trembling arms before slamming down onto your waiting cock. Her movements are jerky and needy, each thrust forcing a moan or gasp from her lips as sensation after sensation overwhelms her.

Her nails dig into your chest, leaving trails of blood behind in the process. The room is filled with the sounds of their bodies colliding, of flesh smacking against flesh and skin tearing apart to make way for desire. She feels you begin to lose control, a shudder running through her as she realizes she's close too.

With one final desperate thrust, Bulma comes apart around you, crying out your name as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her body

Her muscles clench rhythmically around your cock as she continues to ride you, milking your orgasm as it rips through your body. Her cries are hoarse from pleasure and exertion, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body tries to recover from the intense release. As she finally comes down from the high of climaxing, a warm, satisfied glow spreads through her, making her limbs feel like they're made of lead.

She leans forward, resting her forehead against your chest as she catches her breath. "Thank you," she whispers, voice little more than a hoarse croak. "That... was incredible." The weight of her words hangs in the air like a physical thing, heavy and palpable. Her fingers trace lazy circles on your chest, feeling each individual muscle twitch beneath her touch as you begin to regain control

"You're very welcome," you reply huskily, brushing a strand of hair from her flushed face. As your heart rate begins to slow back down to normal, you look up at her, taking in the way she's looking at you with those glassy eyes. There's something different about her today... Something new and exciting. You can't help but wonder what else might be hiding behind that aloof exterior of hers.