Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 95: So Many Girls, So Little Time
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I was surprised when Mira came into my office - mostly because Xico came alongside her, her tails curled into nervous balls. For a moment, I was worried that Xico was in trouble, but Xico hurriedly shook her head, flashing me a nervous smile. Mira quirked an eyebrow at our interplay, then decided it was nothing worth concerning herself with. She clicked the door closed behind the pair. "You aren't in the middle of work, are you?"

"No," I said to Mira, leaning back in my seat. "What's this about?"

"Xico wants to give you a present. She came to ask me about it." She patted Xico's back, and the girl twitched at the touch. "If you can't say it to Roger, then I'm not going to. Some things, you have to do for yourself."

Xico cleared her throat. "Remember, um, Mira's trick... with the collar?" My cock couldn't help but tent in my pants as I remembered - it altered her personality while worn, albeit with a set timer that ended it. "I... I thought... we could do that... again... but with me... wearing the collar. Mira agreed... to let me... but she has to be there... to make sure nothing bad happens." If anything, my libido grew stronger at the mental image of sweet innocent Xico as my willing sex slave, and Xico's cheeks colored bright red. "I know... it's the kind of thing... you like... and Vanessa playing... domme, I know that's... not fun... for you... and you're being nice... so I thought it'd... be nice... to do it the other way..."

"If you say it like that, he's going to get the wrong idea. He's from a world with reversed sexual norms, remember."

"Ah! I mean... it's fine... no, I want to make you... happy... I'm not... saying it... to try to make... something up to you..." Her tails fidgeted wildly behind her back.

I mentally translated the interplay as best I could: Xico meant something like, I know you like being dominant, so I want to make you happy by playing the submissive. Also, I want you to like me, because I'm willing to do that. Probably with something thrown in about Vanessa's domming, where I prefer to be the dominant, so it'd be good to have a change of pace, or whatever. Xico just blushed and nodded.

"So?" Mira said. "I can't read you two's thoughts," she pointed out.

"Oh. Yes. It sounds great," I said. "Is it safe?"

"It's perfectly safe. My concern is about you going mad with power over poor Xico here, and her covering your ass even once the collar comes off, because she's crushing on you hard." Xico's cheeks burned at that. "For example, you could make her empty her bank account, get your name tattooed on her ass, and some tongue piercings, and she'd probably pretend like it was all her idea."

"I... wouldn't... and Roger... wouldn't do that," Xico said, flushing.

"It's an exaggeration. Anyway. You have the agreement. I have the collar, so you can't do it on your own. Do you have anything for after work?" Mira asked me, and I shook my head. "I'll see you this evening, then."

She left the room - leaving me alone with Xico and nursing quite the erection. She nervously smiled. "It's... um... she was happy... when she wore the collar... so I'll be... happy too... and you'll... be happy..."

"You don't have to be a sub if you don't want to be, Xico."

"I know... um..." Her tails fidgeted behind her. "It's just... one day... we won't... do it all... the time... I wouldn't do that... um... even for you..." Her cheeks flushed at that, and she reached for the doorknob. "W-well... um... maybe Christmas and Valentine's... and other special days... um... anyway..." She decided to get out at that point, clearly feeling awkward.

I couldn't blame her; it was pretty awkward to talk about even for me, and I wasn't the one who would be temporarily mind controlled into being a sex slave.

* * *

During the lunch break, Nora entered my office. "Roger, I would like you to come over to my home after work. I have an elaborate sexual scenario devised for you. As I know you enjoy sexual variety, as well as women pampering you, as well as women finding you extremely attractive to the point of being unable to resist you in any way, I have purchased costumes and set up my home in order to create the following scenario. You are married to me, a rich heiress, who allows you to laze around the house. You sleep with the help, which includes maids, chefs, a chauffeur, and a bodyguard. I do not stop you from doing this, or from having sex with my two daughters or my sister who also lives with us, because I am so hopelessly in love with you that I allow you to cuckquean me like that."

Obviously, I had a huge boner to that description too. However, I did have a thing with Xico already... but Nora's idea also sounded exciting. "Did you hear about Xico?"

"No. Is she injured?" Nora asked, sounding concerned. "No, I can see her with another body, and she appears physically well. What is the matter with Xico?"

"Uh. Nothing," I told her. "Sorry, forget it." She stared at me blankly. I really didn't want to have to tell her I already had something planned with Xico. While she understood that I was sleeping with other women, she didn't generally like to hear about it, and definitely wouldn't like me to tell her, Oh, sorry, can we do your thing tomorrow instead? I had a really sexy date with Xico planned already. Luckily, thanks to Vanessa, I didn't have to pick - I'd probably want to igoss with Xico anyway, so there wasn't even an issue with Nora wondering why I wasn't able to use my superspeed. "That sounds great."

She smiled at that. "Good. I was attempting to hit your sexual predilections in the idea."

* * *

Kate entered my office around two, closing the door behind her. "Master?" Her voice was squeaky as she spoke.

Obviously, she normally called me Roger at work, but if she was going to call me Master... "Yes, Sow?"

"I'm sorry... Fuckpig has the day off, and came over to our universe... I forgot to tell you so you could schedule for it... please forgive me, Master."

"Really, Sow? You weren't just sabotaging Fuckpig because she stays in shape, unlike you, who let yourself get flabby because you finally got a guy?"

Kate's cheeks burned. "I didn't! Really! I forgot, I'm sorry, I can go get Xico and she can tell you-"

"It's fine, I believe you," I told her. I did, honestly. Kate could be a bit of a musclehead at times, but she was a superhero - and, also, she probably understood better than anyone how much our relationship meant to the other Kate. I sighed. "I'll see what I can do," I told her.

She winced at that, obviously mentally flagellating herself. "Okay, Master. Sorry."

"Just go," I told her, and she nodded quickly, leaving my office. I pinched the bridge of my nose.

Well - there was no reason that Vanessa's magic could only be cast once, right?

* * *

"Oh, um, that's a lot of mana to cast a spell like that twice in quick succession," Vanessa said, hesitating.

"It's the end of the work day. You can use my mana if you need it," I said. "Nora might be willing to offer her mana too." Vanessa just looked down. "Come on. I did your thing, didn't I?" She bit her lip awkwardly. "Vanessa, please. I just want to make these four all happy, rather than having to cancel on one or more. It feels bad to be told you're second best, much less third."

"I... yeah, I get that, but I've never cast it twice!"

"Well, you never cast it once at one point, right? I'm the first one you cast it on like that?"

"Technically I used it on myself first, but you're right..." Vanessa let out a long breath. "Okay! It's my mana to do what I want with! But, you have to wear a sexy outfit next time we do the roleplay stuff!"

"Sure," I agreed readily. I'd gotten more acclimated to it, and the absurdity of the misandry stuff had made it easier to swallow than I'd expected - plus, it made Vanessa really horny and sensitive, which meant I could focus on making her come and enjoying that element of 'dominant' sex. "You'll have to pick it out for me, though, since I'm not really into that sort of thing. Or, really, fashion in general."

"I can tell." A moment after the words left Vanessa's lips, her cheeks colored red. "Err, I mean- I should get to making the spell paper, be back in a flash."

Her getting flustered about insulting my fashion sense was cute, honestly. I didn't have any particular attachment to my style, and obviously put little effort into it, so I couldn't complain when somebody pointed out as much. I was coasting on being hot from what my powers had done to my metabolism.

Since the clone-copies didn't have powers, would splitting my body make my powers not be able to keep me in shape, actually?

Eh. I wasn't spending that long on it. I looked around online for some ideas for things to do with the two Kates while I waited for Vanessa to come back. One of the problems with doing sexy stuff with Kate, in general, was that she was very bad at establishing her tastes. For example, suppose I came inside Sow and made Fuckpig lick it out - would she like that, or not? I could see it either way, and reversing the genders didn't really help. It obviously wasn't my taste to lick used genitals, one way or the other. And Kate had become rather dependent on me, so I doubted that she would tell me if I did push a little past her boundaries...

I could just be selfish and make them do a double titfuck or something, but I did want Kate to enjoy herself...

As I was trying to come up with a good scenario, Vanessa returned with several papers. "It's going to be a bunch of mana," she said, planting a paper in front of me, "so put your finger here, and just push."

I put my finger in the designated spot, and pushed. She peered at the paper closely, and then nodded.

"Okay, you'll be able to handle ten percent mana spend," she said to herself, placing two other pieces of paper on the table. "This is seriously a lot of mana," she grumbled as she scribbled down on the paper. "You owe me for this."

"Don't think of it as just doing something nice for me - you're also doing something nice for Kate, Nora, and Xico."

"Yeah, but they're not gonna be the ones dressed up in sexy underwear wearing a collar while telling me that they are the inferior sex," she said, sliding one of the papers towards me. "This one is for Kate. Concentrate on what you want to do with Kate," she said, and I placed my finger there, closing my eyes and concentrating.

* * *

I popped into existence, and immediately left the office. I found Kate in the halls, still in her costume, and I just grabbed her by the wrist. "You need to get changed," I told her, my voice firm and unyielding.

She flushed with embarrassment and arousal, looking around to see if anyone had noticed me. "I don't get off for another five minutes," she said.

"Then by the time you're done changing, you'll be off," I told her. She bit her lip, then nodded.

"What if there's an emergency, though?" She asked, as I took her towards the changing room.

"Then I'll use my superspeed to get you dressed properly again," I told her, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. I couldn't use my superspeed right now, but there wasn't going to be an emergency in the next few minutes.

Indeed, there wasn't, and she emerged wearing a skirt and blouse combination that looked good on her - though anything would. She also, of course, wore the choker that symbolized my domination of her, smiling when my eyes fell on it.

I was horny, and lacked superspeed, but I wanted to fuck the Kates ASAP, so- "Pick me up and carry me back to your place. Use your flight power," I told her.

She blushed at that, hesitating just a moment, then hefted me up into a bridal carry before jetting off into the air.

* * *

Xico fidgeted as she sat in the passenger seat of Mira's car. The older woman herself had one hand on the wheel as they made their way through the city. The new congestion pricing meant that driving was much faster. In Xico's lap was the collar that Mira had made for her, even emblazoned with Xico Eusion, Personal Property of Roger Cooper.

Mira's gaze flicked her way. "If you don't want to do it, you don't have to," Mira said. "Roger will understand."

"No, no, I just... what was it... like?"

"You read my mind while it was happening, didn't you?" Mira then concluded that probably wasn't quite the same thing. "It's like being in love. The sickest, hardest kind of love. You know- well, maybe you don't. The kind of love where you roll around in bed thinking stupid shit about the guy."

"I... know," Xico said.

"The platonic kind of rolling, not masturbating."

"I know," Xico repeated, a little more annoyed this time. She was in love with Roger!

"It's like that, but worse. It's also like when you- imagine you had a fun sexy Valentine's Day with Roger all planned out, and you were going through it. But, oh no, it turns out he doesn't like chocolate, or lingerie, or whatever you had planned. You need to improvise, now, come up with a way to make the date good or the whole day will be ruined... it's that kind of, panicked desire to please. But worse, again."

Xico nodded, idly running her fingers across the collar again. Mira spared her another glance.

"It will come off after six hours, and then it'll burn out its circuits, to avoid anything stupid happening. I can repair it if you really want to do it again."

"Do you not... expect me... to?"

Mira contemplated that, and Xico could pick up her thoughts as she weighed it up. Mira had already experienced something like this. "I expect you won't, outside of a very special occasion," she eventually landed on. "I expected it, and put it on, and I haven't done it again."

"Is it not... good? Fun?"

"You were reading my mind. I was enjoying it the entire time. The only thing that could have taken away from my enjoyment is if Roger wasn't enjoying himself." Xico nodded.

* * *

I could go to Nora's place using my superspeed; I'd decided to use my 'main body' for her in particular, since her giant pile of bodies were easier to handle with the occasional strategic application of superspeed.

It was something she'd pointed out - our powers fit together quite well, sexually. She had the libido of twenty women, I had the time of ten men. It obviously wasn't perfectly balanced, but it was obvious (even without her saying it) that she thought our compatibility was so high she'd never do better.

Also, if I was going to be dogpiled by twenty Noras in a variety of costumes, I definitely wanted to be able to take my time enjoying them. Also, I couldn't igoss while using superspeed anyway.

Relevantly, it was somewhat uncomfortable to run around at superspeed with a boner, but I soon got to Nora's place.

One Nora greeted me at the front door, wearing a maid uniform. "Ah, Master Cooper," she said, bowing deeply, showing off a plunging neckline. Those actually weren't standard in women's French maid uniforms in this world - not that I was complaining. Clearly, Nora had picked out that outfit special on my behalf. "Your stepdaughters are in their rooms studying, and your wife is in her office. Your sister-in-law is watching television. Who would you like to see first, Master Cooper?"

"I'd like all three maids here, right now, to suck my dick and lube me up," I said.

"Ah! Oh my, Master Cooper," Nora said, placing one hand over her open mouth in an exaggerated expression of shock. "I had no idea you were in need of fellatio. Are you sure you do not wish your wife to be the one to do it?" She asked, even as she descended to her knees in front of me, starting to unfasten my belt buckle.

"Nah," I told her, as my cock came free, almost slapping Nora right in the face. When I saw that, I couldn't help myself, just grabbing Nora's head, my other hand grasping my dick near the base, smearing my cock against her features hungrily, just enjoying myself. Two more maids soon arrived, both wearing wigs: one long, wavy, and red, the other straight and jet black. "You three are going to lube me up so I can fuck my wife's ass. I figured I'd do something nice for her, and we don't do much anal, right? Do you think she'd appreciate that?"

The other two maids knelt in front of me as I spoke, and the three chorused: "As long as you don't feel it would be unpleasant, Master Cooper, I'm sure she'd be very happy to try that out with you." All together, the three leaned into my cock; the blonde at the center slurped on my cockhead, while the redhead and the brunette took up positions on either side of my dick, tongues wetly lapping along my dick. Now that they knew what they were working towards, they were particularly enthusiastic and energetic about it, tongues beating along my dick with real enthusiasm, three sets of blue eyes staring up at me with an intoxicating focus.

I just stood there, enjoying the feeling of their mouths. Red and black slid up and down my dick, while blonde slurped ever more hungrily, twisting her head this way and that, tongue stretching out, lovingly caressing the underside of my dick. My hand reached for her head, and red and black pulled back as I forcefully pushed my way into blonde's mouth and throat, groaning as I found my way deep, deep inside her throat, her gullet wetly pulsing around my dick as I pushed her all the way down with a low groan. My balls slapped against her chin, and she let out a small noise around my dick, tongue getting more active; red and black leaned in and started noisily suckling on my balls.

"My plan is, once you gals have my dick nice and wet, I'm gonna go fuck my wife's ass over her desk in her office," I told the trio of maids, who nodded silently, and I could definitely imagine Nora's anticipation in the office. I peeled the blonde maid off my cock, my dick popping free, coated in spit. It was definitely lubed up enough... but going all the way to the office with a boner right now didn't sound that great to me.

Mostly because I had Nora kneeling in front of me in a maid uniform, in triplicate, with her cleavage visible.

So instead of going there immediately, I grabbed her head and pushed her back down my cock, starting to take slow and steady steps towards the office as I choked her on my dick. She had to scramble to follow my movements, but I gave her plenty of time to acclimate and adjust, letting my balls slap against her chin as she repositioned, my footsteps serving to thump my dick a couple inches in and out of her throat as she backwards scrambled along.

It took a good while, but the consequence was that I still had a very nice erection, currently deposited inside of Nora's throat, when I arrived outside her office. The redhead and the brunette had crawled along besides us, licking my balls and the base of my dick whenever I paused; now, they were on either side of me, licking and suckling on my testes as I pressed the blonde maid's head into the wall, my cock furiously throbbing and pulsing inside her throat. I started to thump rhythmically into her face, enjoying the way she pressed back into the wall, taking it all willingly and without hesitation.

"This is the most important part of you three's job," I told them. My pants laid somewhere in the entryway by this point, due to it being difficult to walk with them down. "Cleaning my cock. Lubing me up. Remember that. All that cleaning and cooking and other tasks, that's secondary to cocksucking." The three nodded readily in agreement, the one I was choking on my dick looking dazed. "Redhead, thank me for letting you gals lube my dick up with your low-class mouths."

I was very, very close, and the redhead dutifully started to speak up, Nora doing her best. "Ah. I am just a poor, virginal girl, who came to work as a maid at this house because it did not require any special skills. I had no idea that I would wind up being your personal lubricator. None of us did. If we had, we probably would not have asked to be so well-compensated by the lady of the house."

That was my limit - I groaned, blowing a heavy load inside of Nora's throat, sighing and shuddering as I pinned her against the wall with my bulk, my cock rhythmically pulsing inside of her throat as I unloaded there. When I was finished coming, I sighed and pulled out of Nora's mouth, my cock still hard due to the ready and willing girls kneeling there in maid uniforms - but I had walk-fucked Nora all the way over here for a reason, and I opened the door to the office.

Wife-Nora jerked in feigned surprise, hand rising to her mouth in shock. "Husband! Your cock is out! Is that really appropriate? What if my daughters, who I love dearly, see?"

I shrugged. "They're not my daughters, and let them see. I bet they have a daddy complex anyway, little pervs," I said.

"Ah... yes, as you say, husband," she told me, with a small nod. "I love you, and sex with you, so much, that I will put up with anything, including you cheating on me with the maids and my daughters."

She was wearing perfectly normal business attire, a blouse and a skirt, and I just got up behind her and pushed her over the desk. She let out a soft pant of desire, her cheeks a cute shade of pink as I flipped up her skirt. "I'm going to fuck your ass now," I told her.

"Darling! Thank you very much! I love sex with you, it is always incredible, but I do sometimes wonder about what anal sex might feel like! It is not even my birthday, but you are doing this for me," she continued, as I pulled down her panties, finding her surprisingly wet - I guess she'd been sitting here, anticipating her assfucking, for the past few minutes as I used the maid's mouth. "Do you want more spending money?"

"Nah, just to enjoy my beautiful wife's tight ass," I explained to her. I then used my superspeed, pointing my thoroughly lubed-up cock at her asshole, and slowly drove my way inside her.

She was tight. I fully expected as much. But I was, effectively, going insanely slow - the friction of this movement would be vastly less than it should have been, and my cock would drive itself in like a wedge. Time passed, and passed, going on and on endlessly, as I drove my way inside her. Occasionally, I'd pause my movements and let time resume, and I got to watch the way she twitched subtly, mouth opening and closing as I forced my way inside her. She'd say scattered words - "Darling" "my ass" - and then I'd let time slow down again and get back to work.

She was tight, warm, and the lube worked - but I was going so obscenely slow that I definitely wasn't going to get off any time soon this way. That tightness of hers was a double-edged sword, making it clear to me that I definitely shouldn't just stuff it in. Even if girls in this world fetishized anal sex the way guys in my world did, well - nobody would want to do sex that was actively painful for them, no matter how sexy it was in the abstract. (Masochists aside.)

Eventually, though, after a couple minutes from my perspective, I was fully hilted inside her, and I let time resume its normal course. She was trembling on my dick, her legs idly kicking, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she sat there, practically plastered against it. "How does it feel, wifey?" I asked her, casually groping her butt as I remained hilted.

"Vuh, very good, husband," she managed to say. "Your cock is extremely pleasant inside of my ass, thank you for fucking my ass like this, ohhh, I think I might actually orgasm from a single thrust, please do not think I am a quick shot if I do," she told me.

I just leaned down over her, my hands going over hers, fingers lacing together. I nibbled at her earlobe, then whispered. "I don't care if you're a quickshot, Nora," I told her. She let out a small mewling noise, and I slowly started to pull my hips back - this time without using my superspeed. She promptly went cross-eyed and came, jittering against the desk, the sound of the wood clattering lightly against the floor as it got shifted this way and that filling the room. I just groaned, her tight, muscular ass serving to make sure I could no longer move, and could only stand there as her body did its level best to milk my cock dry. I just shuddered in pleasure as her body spasmed on my cock.

Eventually, though, her orgasm ended, and she was left to just pant heavily against the desk, her pussy juices practically oozing down her inner thighs. I started to pull back again, and she let out a squeaky noise, hips bucking a bit against the desk. "Do you want it like this? Or should I use my power to make it better for you?"

"Ahm, ahp," she said, popping her lips. "I like, to be able, to speak to you, darling." she told me, and my cock throbbed inside her. "When you use your power, you cannot understand, what I am saying, and communication, is imp- important, to a, relationship," she told me.

"That's true," I agreed, casually groping her ass cheeks as I slowly started to pump back and forth inside her. I wasn't properly fucking her, only sliding an inch or two back and forth, most of my cock remaining lodged firmly inside that nice ass of hers. her warbling voice as she got fucked like that was insanely sexy - normally, she'd use a second body to speak for her, but right now she was roleplaying as a rich heiress with only the one body, so she could only speak through that one. "Keep talking. You like how I make you feel, don't you? Tell me how much."

"I love it, ahm, very, very mu~uch," she said, and I could feel her legs momentarily rise, an almost-orgasm that didn't quite come. "I love it, oh, yes, your cock, hng, it's very good. I, I am utterly, addicted, and would do anything, for more- I do do, anything, for more," she explained, as my cock twitched inside her fervently. "I only hire attractive, young women, for household staff, because it arouses you, to be able to fuck them all, and I acc-accept, the humiliation, of being constantly, cuckqueaned, because, I want you, to, fuh, fuck, me~eeee!" Her words turned into a lewd moan, her body twitching wildly on my cock as she came.

"That's right," I agreed, fingers sliding up her body, starting to undo her top. She just shuddered and twitched as her blouse came undone - she wasn't wearing a bra, which was a very pleasant surprise, and my fingers freely sank into the firm flesh of her tits. "You are completely, utterly, addicted to me," I breathed in her ear. "You're willing to do anything, to suffer any humiliation, to get my cock," I told her, gently pumping my hips as much as I could (which wasn't much, with how her ass was going wild). "I love it. I love what a good girl you are for your husband, how willing you are to put up with his every depraved whim, just for the chance at more cock."

She came down from her orgasm at that point, painting heavily. "Thank, thank you, for, ahm, saying, so," she got out, swallowing thickly as she finished the thought. Her whole body quietly twitched on my dick, and I sighed in pleasure.

I took my time with her, gently fucking back and forth. She definitely enjoyed it, given how rapidly she was coming, and by the time I finally did blow my load in her ass, her skin was lightly slick with sweat, her blouse clinging to it in all sorts of sexy ways. I gave her tits once last squeeze, then pulled out of her.

"I'm going to go take a shower. I hope those two cute daughters of yours interrupt me," I told her, as I idly smacked her ass, making her jerk but not otherwise reply. "I like how young they look, with their hair done in pigtails," I said, hoping that Nora's gestalt mind was able to understand that was a special request. With how Nora kept her hair relatively short, she obviously didn't normally keep her hair in pigtails.

I left the door unlocked, and warm water pretty much immediately started to cascade over me, enjoying the way it did so. I washed my cock off with soap, and as I did so, the door to the bathroom opened, a pair of Noras entering. They did, indeed, have their hair done in pigtails, which looked particularly ridiculous given their short hair, and my dick surged to life, throbbing in the air. One started to speak. "Father-"

"Call me 'Papa,'" I instantly corrected.

"Papa," she corrected. "As we are not blood relatives, and you only married our mother well after the critical period for the Westermarck effect, we are highly attracted to you, as you are very attractive. Please have sex with us."

I grinned. "Obviously, I'll fuck a pair of sexy twins like you. Come on in, the water's fine," I said, and both Noras quickly stripped naked and joined me in the shower.

I immediately shoved the quiet one against the wall, her back pressing into the tile. I lined my cock up with her sex, and shoved my dick inside. I just grabbed her thighs, hefting her up by them, and started to fuck her hard. I'd really been forced to take my time with the Wife-Nora, since we were doing anal, so I was pent up and just wanted to rail away. "Papa~," the one I was fucking got out.

"I am sorry, Jenna is very quiet in general. I can speak on her behalf and say that we are both head over heels in love with you, Papa, as you are very sexy, have a nice cock, and have shown yourself to be the 'man' of the house, by the way mother does whatever you say. It is difficult to continue respecting our mother, given how you constantly humiliate and cuck her, but that is alright, since you are so sexy and dominant and powerful, complete with superpowers. Please, treat us as your lovers instead of Mother, and turn her into a mere cuckquean who pays the bills."

I grunted in response to those words. They were definitely sexy, and I leaned in, kissing and sucking on 'Jenna's' neck, my teeth teasing the bare flesh as I fucked into her. I was carrying her whole body weight and just ramming away, not using my superspeed for no reason other than wanting to listen to the other daughter's dirty talk.

"Once you finish with Jenna, please fuck me as well, Papa. I have been preserving my virginity for you, and am now eighteen and legal." I groaned into Jenna's neck, thrusting all the harder, the squeaky noise of her wet back sliding against the tile seeming so loud. "As we are twins, Jenna is also eighteen and legal. While it is unusual for siblings to share a lover, we have decided that we are OK with sharing you, Papa."

"You won't just be sharing me with each other," I grunted, and Jenna came at that point, just from the sheer relentless force of the fucking. Her cunt tightened and squeezed on my cock, her lewd moans loud in the shower. "I fuck who I want, when I want. That means you, your mother, your aunt, the maids, the help - any woman I see, and I want to fuck? I fuck. If you can't put up with that, too bad, those are the rules of this household, and your mother understands them well."

"I understand, Papa. However, I am unconvinced that it is a good idea for me to accept these terms, as I am a virgin that you have never had sex with. In other words, I have yet to learn how amazing sex with you is, and thus prefer to maintain my self-respect. Jenna, you should come with me, and stop having sex with him."

"Ah, Jessa, no~o," Jenna said. "Sex with Papa is amazing. It is so good I will put up with anything he says," she explained.

"I do not believe that is possible," Jessa replied.

At that point, I pulled out of Jenna, enjoying as she genuinely whimpered. I put her feet back down on the ground and turned to face Jessa. "If sex with me is no big deal, then you can bend over right now, giving me that tight virgin cunt of yours, and you won't feel the slightest temptation to give in to my selfish whims," I explained to her.

Jessa stared down at my cock for a second. "I see. Yes, that is true. I can safely have sex with you, and then reject you as a lover, at my own whim. As you are good at sex, it will just be an enjoyable first time sexual experience," she declared, turning away from me and presenting that nice, muscular rump of hers.

I just thrust inside her without hesitation, groaning as I speared her. She gasped in response, and I reached up her body, playing with her tits, as I humped at her pussy. "Tell me how it is, Jessa. It's not so good that you're going to give up on all those haughty ideas of resisting me, are you?"

"No, it is not," she said, though her voice was warbling a bit at the intensity of my thrusts and my hands on her tits. "This is just sex, which is better than masturbation, buuuuuuu-"

Her voice slowed and exaggerated as I let time slow down around me. One hand went to her clit, the other playing with her breast, and I shifted and angled my body just so.

I'd had a lot of sex with Nora, and I'd learned her weak points quite well. Combined with superspeed, and I don't think Jessa managed to finish even the word 'but'; she definitely didn't finish the sentence, soon moaning out her pleasure as I let time turn back to normal, her whole body bouncing as I kept on fucking her. "Are you going to resist me now? Or are you going to be a good girl like Jenna and your mother and accept that I can fuck whoever I want?"

Jessa just moaned, and I gripped one of her pigtails as I continued to fuck her, leaning forward to twist her head to face me, mashing my lips up against hers hungrily. Her cunt tightened on my cock, and I broke off the kiss again. "I can have sex with whoever I want, whenever I want. Is that okay with you?" I used my grip on her pigtail to force her to nod - and my self control hit a nadir at that point. I used my superspeed to intensify the pleasure for Nora, but I didn't actually wind up making her come again before I did, just bottoming out in her wet cunt and exploding. She shuddered softly at the sensation, smiling, but hardly orgasming.

When I finished, sighing as I pulled out, Jenna spoke up. "Please, lift me up and fuck me against the tile again, Papa. It was very good."

I grinned and did exactly that.

After I got done fucking these two in the shower... maybe oyakodon with the mom? Some more fun with the maids? I was curious if Nora had any clever ideas for the maid. A bodyguard could be fun too...

Somewhere, my other selves were fucking Xico and the Kates, but I couldn't imagine they were having as good a time as me right now.

It was fine, though. Sex is about your partner too.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 94: Boink
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Vanessa hesitated just outside Roger's office. She awkwardly bounced from one foot to the other.

Ah! Fuck it!! She could ask, right? It wasn't a sin to ask! She opened the door, stepping inside Roger's office, the man himself looking up from his desk as she appeared in the doorway and closed it behind her. She just swallowed as he looked at her expectantly. "Just you, Vanessa?"

"Yeah," Vanessa replied. She bounced on her feet again. It was just an awkward movement, but Roger's eyes immediately zeroed in on her tits... was he a size king? He couldn't be, right? No offense to Xico - who deserved a hot older boyfriend! - but the girl had bug bites at best, and they were pretty close, right? Even if it wasn't full on boyfriend girlfriend, they were definitely fucking... "I wanted to ask - ah, I know it's awful..."

"You want to have sex again?" Roger asked, a casual smile on his lips.

Vanessa could feel her cheeks heat up. "Yes, but- n-not just sex, the... ah!" She covered her face up with her hands. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't even ask, I'm such an awful person! But... could we do that... dirty talking again?" Please please please let him say yes! It was so hot, insanely hot, stupidly hot-! It was okay if he said no, guys could say no and that wasn't wrong, but she really wanted to hear a real guy in real life say insane and stupid misandrist stuff! She'd gotten a taste, and now she was an addict!

"The dirty talking...?" He paused for a moment. "Oh. The misandry stuff."

She nodded. "It's okay if you don't want to, I know you went through that nasty stuff-" God, you're actually asking a rape victim to do misandrist dirty talk for you, you awful person, "-but you said you weren't bothered, so if that was really true, then-"

She was cut off by him zipping up to her. Her breath caught in her throat as he looked down at her, his hand going to her face and just pinching her face, like some bully or grandpa or something, holding her cheeks together awkwardly. "I like being dominant more than submissive," he told her. Duh! It was a birthday present-! "But you really liked it, huh?" She nodded. He hesitated, seeming to consider her - then reached down for one of her breasts, fingers sinking into the flesh. "I liked fucking Nora during work hours," he told her, his voice a husky whisper.

"As much as you want-! As many times! I'll use my own mana!" She offered anything she could think of! Maybe the 'addict' thing wasn't just a turn of phrase.

He pulled his hand back, considering her again. "The reason I liked it when May- when Fals," he corrected, "was dominant with me, is that I wasn't afraid of her. I thought she was just a normal human woman, and I had superspeed, so obviously if anything bad ever happened, I could beat her up." Vanessa didn't have any idea where he was going with this, but he was a rape victim talking about his experiences, so she would listen and believe! "It turned out that wasn't true, obviously, but I enjoyed it while it lasted. Is there any magic you can do to make yourself completely harmless?"

"Ah!" He wanted to feel safe with her! That was so sweet! "If you use the cloning magic, then the clone just disappears when the spell's done, or if it wants to."

He looked at her for several long seconds. "Okay," he said, at last, giving her a smile. "We can do the dirty talk, but I get to choose the positions, okay?"

"Yes," she agreed immediately. Sex wasn't about positions anyway. Well, okay, it was, but stupid lewd dirty talk about how much of a meat dildo the guy was definitely more than made up for doing it with the guy or top or whatever. "I can do that. Thanks," she told him, trying to keep her cool, practically squealing on the inside.

A hot older guy who would do her misandrist dirty talk stuff?! So good!

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He'd actually even asked her for some examples of the kind of stuff she liked. Dialogue focused, obviously, so some Dikdu videos, some smut, eeee!

An hour later, after trying to figure out how to squeeze the absolute most magic out of the least mana (because now she'd get more sexy fun times with a hot, game, older guy out of it!), Vanessa placed the piece of paper with the magic circles in front of him, totally ready to burn mana to make this whole thing happen.

"This stuff seems pretty ridiculous," he said.

"Don't say that!" Vanessa said. It was, but you shouldn't say it! "It might make you bad at sex when we do the spell," she said.

"Oh, sorry. That makes sense." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again. "I get to choose the positions, right?" She nodded rapidly and excitedly. "So if I want to be on top, or get a blowjob, or a titfuck, we do that. But I say all this..." He trailed off for a second. "Misandrist stuff. It's very, uh, different from the kind of thing they said back where I came from."

"Oh yeah! Alternate universe! Well, culture is different here, so don't worry, it all makes total sense," she said. "Are you ready to...?"

He nodded, placing his finger at the wrong spot on the paper (that was where hers was supposed to go). She gently lifted his hand up, moving him to point at his spot, and then put her own finger down. She took a deep breath, and then exhaled as she pushed her own mana into the paper.

Come on, sexy misandrist older guy! Tell her all the hot stuff she wants to hear!

The clone popped into existence. He looked her up and down with a very hungry expression - it was actually a little unusual for the misandrist stuff. Maybe you'd see it in, like, mind control? But mind control tended to have the guy either mind controlled to be a submissive love slave or some bizarre attitudes about men and women; uninhibited visual lust for misandrist guys was rare... but hot!

"So do we have sex here, or...?" The clone asked.

"Oh! I actually only have a half-day today, which already ended, so c'mon!" She grabbed his wrist and started tugging him along. As she got on the elevator, though, she had a sudden realization: she couldn't take him home! Her mom didn't like her bringing over guys, much less much older guys! "Uh. We'll go to your place," she said.

"Alright," Roger agreed. "I mean. I don't have 'a place'. Men can't own property. Since I'm your living meat dildo, my home is yours now."

Her cheeks heated up at those words. Not just because they were hot! But also because they were on the freaking elevator and the doors could open at any time! Holy crap, older guys were the best - no shame! - but also holy crap, she wanted Roger to have a little shame right now so she didn't have to worry about dying of embarrassment if somebody overheard!

Instead of saying any of that out loud, though, she just said: "Uh, yeah, yep, that's right," and dragged him out of the building as quickly as she could manage. She needed to get him far away from anybody she knew before he said any more stuff like that!

...was this what the protagonists of those stories felt like, when their newly misandrist cockslave started babbling? Ah! Focus!! You have a hot guy who's willing to do your weird sexy roleplay! Get him to his place so he can fuck you until you can't move!

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Roger's place was pretty spartan... they said that you could tell a lot about a guy from how he kept his place. There were video games on the coffee table in front of the TV, and hentai DVDs. (They were all mascdom stuff, sadly. Lame! She probably would have tried being one of Roger's two girlfriends if he was into domme play like that, hnng! As it was, though, he was just a hot older guy who fucked like a god and was willing to go along with her kinks and thought she was hot, and- well, if he was single then she would've gone for it, duh, but he wasn't.)

"Oh, I'm sorry, my lady," Roger said. "These DVDs were for the old me, the stupid one who thought men should have equal rights to women," he explained, and God he was good at coming off as sincere when he said that stuff. Her pussy was getting wet just hearing him talk like that. He grabbed one of those little trash bins, took it to the kitchen, emptied it completely into the main trash, and then came back to put all the hentai DVDs in there.

You wouldn't think that a guy throwing DVDs in the trash would be sexy... but it turns out it was! Holy shit! She was feeling a little awkward wearing these clothes, just because her clit was pushing against her panties-! Wait, this was 'her' apartment now, right? She owned it? She pulled off her shirt in a rush, then unhooked her bra, yanked her way out of her pants and panties, just getting naked as quick as she could. When she was done, Roger looked at her with unbridled lust, his gaze falling on her tits again.

He peeled his own clothes off a couple seconds later, revealing that hot, muscular body of his, and then his big cock too, the hard thing bouncing around in the open air, full of life and vigor. She stared at it longingly as he plopped his butt down on the couch. "My lady," Roger said, making her eyes flick up back to his. "Even though I'm nothing but a mere male, suited only for sex and too dim to control my own money-" God, she was getting so wet, "-I'd like to ask if you could give me another titfuck."

Oh, right. He got to pick the positions. She'd titfucked him before, and sadly it was like she thought: a position meant for porn. It was kinda hot having a dude's pecker in her tits, especially given Roger clearly liked her big tits, but- well, there was no sense crying about it. They'd have sex the regular way later. (Surely.) She clambered into his lap, practically smushing her tits into his face. "You need to lubricate them, you stupid man," she told him, and he immediately leaned forward, starting to lick all over her tits, pushing them together to help his tongue cover more ground as he slithered all around.

This part was genuinely good. His tongue rubbing along her bare flesh, her breath being stolen away by the goosebumps that ran across her skin, her toes absently curling behind her. It was like teasing, since he wasn't going to eat her out (maybe later? But then there'd be no kissing? Well, she could make him wash his face off or something...), but his tongue felt good, brushing across her bare skin. He was taking his time with it, took, occasionally pausing to let more saliva bubble up in his mouth before drooling it out, the warm, oozing feeling of it making her toes curl as she sat in his lap.

His cock occasionally twitched as he worked, casually slapping against her stomach. God, she wanted it in her pussy so bad. She decided to try to distract herself with dirty talk. "That's a good boy," she told him soothingly, running her fingers through his hair. "You used to own a whole apartment building, but now it belongs to me, doesn't it?" He hummed and nodded as he licked, his cock twitching again. A little droplet of precum slapped against her stomach, and she just panted as his tongue made its way to her nipples - not so much lathering up her tits, now, as licking her nipples, flicking against the sensitive, perky nubs. "That's right. Men exist to be living dildos and wallets for women. You're going to - nn - buy me lots of gifts, whatever, I want, and- and not buy anything for yourself, other than sexy outfits or underwear, which are really gifts for me," she explained, panting as he started to suckle on her nipple.

His hand slid down her stomach as her voice started to strain, starting to tease her lower lips and clit. She was so horny she might actually come from it. "Please, tell me more, my lady," he breathed out into her breasts before diving back to work.

"Yeah," she panted, hands clasping the back of his head. Getting fingered while the guy licked your tits was hardly the worst thing in the world. "This is what you're for, just a- a living, meat dildo, and your big, hard cock," she said, reaching down to touch it, feeling the sheer weight of it between her fingers, the way it trembled in her grasp, "your big hard cock is my toy now. Whenever I'm horny, I get it, understand? Your feelings don't matter. As a man, they never do~o," her voice warbled, and she bit her lip - and Roger responded by pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger at the same time he sucked hard on her nipple.

It was too much. She came. She spasmed, hips bucking back and forth, practically slapping at his face with her spit-coated tits, her fingers tightening around the back of his head as she moaned happily. Pleasure raced up her spine, both the physical - she was getting her pussy played with and her tits worshiped, and that felt nice - and the transcendent - her fantasies of a hot older misandrist guy were being made real right here and now as that fat cock twitched in her grasp.

When her orgasm finished, Roger pulled away from her tits, and she didn't let him ruin the moment - she knew what he wanted. She got down on her knees in front of him again, his big cock twitching as it seemed to loom over her. She took a deep breath through her nose and leaned forward, pressing her tits together around his cock, enjoying the lively feeling of the thick round thing in her bust.

It was hardly orgasmic, but it was still nice, feeling the way it twitched. She moved her breasts up and down along his length, looking up at him for some sign of how good he was feeling, and she got it. His lips were softly parted, his breathing a little slower, his chest rising and falling somewhat more deeply as he breathed. After a few seconds of her just staring up at him, he spoke. "Ah, my lady, your breasts feel so good," he told her. "Having big tits wrapped around my cock is so much better than having human rights or money. Please, if I'm good, please let me enjoy this every day from now o~on, as my reward for being a good cuntslave for you."

His voice warbled here and there, and she definitely was enjoying listening to his dirty talk, her own breathing becoming shallower as she pumped away with her tits. "Yeah, that's right. My tits have completely defeated you. Say my tits are the best! Say my tits are more important to you than- than anything! Than money, than human rights!"

"Your tits are worth more to me than money or human rights," Roger groaned, his hips bucking up into her breasts. "I'm just an eager little cuntslave, ruled by your big fat tits, I'd rather get titfucked than have a job or freedom or a life," he explained - and then erupted, hot cum splattering all over her tits and neck and chin, his body shuddering and jerking as he unloaded there. His fingers clenched around the couch on either side of him, as he just lay there, panting for breath.

She enjoyed the warm, sticky feeling of his cum all over her skin. It wasn't really that great on its own (like eating honey with your fingers), but what it represented was nice. She'd gotten a guy off, with her big tits (which he liked), while he said lewd and obscene things about himself and his gender (which she liked). It was awesome.

He clearly needed a moment, though, before he could do much else, so she got up from where she'd been kneeling, heading over to the bathroom to wash herself off. She casually sprayed warm water across her breasts, dabbing at the region the spunk had landed, and eventually felt satisfied that her body was now clean of the sticky gunk... then she glanced over to the bathtub, where there was a several inch thick puddle of blue goop. She peered at it in confusion. What the hell is that? As she leaned over the tub, she noticed a strange red splotch in the middle of the goop - and then an eyeball formed on the surface of the goop, making her fall on her ass in surprise.

"Ehh? Slutty cock brought a friend home in the middle of the day?" Came a female, even childish voice from the tub, as it gathered into a humanoid shape, a large-breasted girl peering over the edge of the tub. "Does that mean Bup can-"

"Shut up, Bup," came Roger's voice, making her start to shrink back with a whimper.

Oh no! This clone-Roger was here to fuck Vanessa, which meant it was being a jerk to Bup, since she wasn't Vanessa and presumably wanted sex! Vanessa didn't know who Bup was, but given that Roger knew her name and wasn't freaking out about her hanging out in his bathtub, she was probably a sex partner.

A slime creature? She didn't really know much of anything about slime creatures. They were... algae mats? Fungal colonies? Well, this one didn't seem to be much of one...

"Sorry, Bup," Vanessa said hurriedly. "Roger is on a date with me." She would have offered a threesome, but... she didn't want a threesome! She already had to give Roger a titfuck! She wanted him to fuck her! "He's just testy because we're doing some roleplaying. Come on, Roger," she added, grabbing Roger's wrist and pulling him out of the bathroom. "You shouldn't be mean to your roommate."

Roger just rolled his eyes. "It's Bup. You're only being nice because you don't know her." He shook his head. "Look, I'm here for you, Vanessa," he said, and her heart beat faster in her chest at those words. They were true! He was literally here for her! "Forget about the slime girl. Hm. You can suggest a position," he said, having broken character anyway.

"O-oh?" She gulped. She did like being on top, but also it was a lot of work, and Roger had a lot of endurance, with that muscly body of his. (A magic-user like her was a total soft-body and couldn't compete.) "I guess... missionary? Or, well, me on my back and you on top, you can pick out the details. Like, if you want to lean back, or whatever."

"Understood, my lady," he said, falling back into character. "Please, can you lie on the bed, so I can enjoy your tight pussy and your big breasts at the same time?" He asked her, and she hurriedly hopped on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly for him. She was definitely eager to get fucked! Fingering was nice and all, but sex was waaaay better! Roger clambered up in between her legs, and then pushed inside her with a groan.

She sighed at the sensation, relishing the feeling of being filled up. She'd been teased and edged by that cock of his, her breath now tumbling out of her mouth in staggered pants as she dealt with the pleasure running up her spine. The bed started to squeak, Roger's hips bucking away at her pussy, her cunt idly squeezing and gripping his dick as he thrust inside her. Thump, thump, thump, each push of his cock all the way deep inside her rubbed deep, deep within her, the grinding sensation wonderful.

"This is so much better than having a job, or a life, or anything like that," he told her, pumping away at her wet pussy all the while. Her clit throbbed and pulsed, especially when he'd hilt inside her and root around for a few moments, his pelvis just grinding at her clit in a way that was awkward and pleasant at once. "Nngod, forget it, I'm going to quit my job at Star Heroic to be your cuntslave," he told her. "I used to own this apartment complex, so it's yours now, and that means that you'll never have to work, you can just live off my money, and use my body, and all I ask in return is to be allowed to put my cock in this tight pussy of yours."

He really knew what he was doing. Her arousal spiralled upwards as he spoke, her pussy spasming quietly around his cock, and as he finished his thought, she finally came, one of her most powerful orgasms ever, her pussy going absolutely crazy around his cock. His hands were on her thighs, so she couldn't just snap her legs shut around his hips, but that didn't matter, nothing mattered, she felt too fucking good right now to complain about anything. She just moaned and jerked on Roger's cock, her pussy going wild, her head swimming - and then he started to pump inside her.

"Yes, making you come is all I want to live for, my lady," he grunted out. "Any man should be lucky to get to fuck a woman! Men were meant to be inferior to women, to serve them, to get fucked by them! We're too stupid to be allowed to make our own decisions!" His voice was energetic, and even as he degraded men's thinking abilities, it was Vanessa's brain that was dribbling out of her groin right now. "I want to be a slave to your cunt," he said, his pace intensifying. "I want to be allowed to feel these big fat tits around my cock every day, and I'd do anything for it."

Vanessa came again at that point, and Roger let her legs snap around his hips this time, dragging him deep inside her, grinding her body against his, clit pressing against his pelvis as his cock rubbed all over her insides. Her thoughts were too short-circuited to form words, the sheer obscene sexiness way too much for her right now, and his hands reached up for her breasts, squishing them together, the superstimulus only growing more as he leaned down over her to suck on her nipples, tongue flashing out just right to make her toes curl.

Eventually, her orgasm left her, leaving her shuddering in the afterglow. Holy fuck. She now understood why Xico and Nora were fighting over (?; she definitely got that vibe) Roger. He hadn't even used his superspeed to intensify the sensation, and that was probably her best orgasm, ever. He was a sex god. When he pulled back from her breasts, looking down at her, his eyes were hungry, lusty, animalistic, bestial, horny. His cock twitched inside her, and as he started to pull his hips back, she loosened her grip with her legs around them, panting softly as she felt him slide like that.

"You're," she gasped out, "you're my slave," she said, pointing up at him stupidly as she struggled to recover.

"That's right," he agreed, thrusting at her hips. "I'm your slave. I live to obey you. As a man, it was always inevitable that once a smart, capable, busty woman like you came around and told me how things were going to be, I'd drop everything I ever believed and just get used for rooting around in your pussy. A living wallet and dildo, that's all I want to be any more - no, it's all I ever wanted to be, I was just too stupid to recognize it." He leaned down again, licking at her nipples.

Fuck, he was so good at this, her brain was genuinely turning into goop from that dirty talk. He must have used his super speed to read a bunch of misandrist smut, right? Her cunt was on fire as she twitched underneath him, trying to say anything at all as pleasure ran from her clit to her brain, from her tits to her brain, from her cunt to her brain, and Roger just slowly and steadily fucked her. His words were like a sweet balm, slowly seeping into every crevice of her brain as he went on, and on...

"You should be in charge. Women should be in charge. I'm sorry for ever telling you no. I'm sorry for not showing up at your house the moment you first had a sexual thought about men, and being there to let you do whatever you wanted to me. I'm sorry for not being put to use as a living fucktoy by a younger woman sooner, but I'll do my best to make up for it. It's only natural, for a man."

Vanessa squealed as she came all over again, her pussy gripping and squeezing and milking his cock, and Roger groaned, bottomed out, and erupted inside her. She sputtered, trying to form words. "Guh, get, baby, trapped," she managed to get out.

Roger's response was a groan. "You can't, baby trap, the willing," he told her. "I'll pay, for as many babies as you wa~ant," he gasped out, as he finished spurting a thick, copious amount of cum in her cunt. When he was finished, he pulled out of her, his cock idly twitching in the open air, her gaze going down to his dick. He looked at her for several long seconds, seeming to considering continuing, then just left to the bathroom.

That was fine. She probably needed a break.

That was... intense.

Good! Really good!

Intense, though.

He was so good at roleplaying a misandrist, if it hadn't been for that brief breaking of character when he'd talked to Bup, she probably would have wondered if the clone-Roger somehow had absorbed the misandry thing.

Maybe they should have normal sex for the next round? Not, like, for Roger's sake, but just as a change of pace? He was so good at dirty talk, though, her head was cloudy remembering some of the things he said, her brain trying to point out good ideas for fun sexy stuff to make him say.

Roger emerged from the bathroom at that point, his dick looking pristine. "I want a blowjob next," he told her.

"Yes," she immediately agreed, eager and enthusiastic. It wasn't like when they'd started things off with the titfuck - she genuinely wanted to pay him back for making her wildest fantasies come true like this. She shifted on the bed as he plopped down on it, then just wrapped her lips around his cock and hoovered it up, slurping it down to the base in short order, her throat wetly coiling around his dick.

"Nng, getting my dick sucked is worth any humiliation," he breathed out. "But it's not humiliating, really... it's just acceptance. Accepting my new place in the world. No, my proper place, the place I was always meant for. Always destined for." Fuuuuck that was so hot. She wanted his dick in her pussy again already! She started to bob more rapidly, to try to get him off faster, her tongue and lips slurping and suckling and stimulating his cock as she moved up and down his length. "A man like me was meant to be used for sex and money, submitting to a woman who would get me off, a big-titted, competent woman who can run my life better than I ever could..."

With how rapidly she was fucking her face on his cock, it didn't take that long for him to orgasm, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth with a wet groan. She hurriedly gulped it all up, not wanting to interrupt the sex to go clean her face off, and managed to keep any of it from falling out of her mouth. When he finished coming, she popped off. "What position next?" Oh, roleplay. "Slave? I'm being kind by letting you pick out a position, even though obviously I make all the decisions in this relationship."

"I would like to be on top again," he told her, and instantly, she got into position once more, fully trusting him to make her come her brains out a second time.

He did exactly that, the dirty talk so perfectly attuned, her mind melting out of her pussy as she came with some of her most intense orgasms ever, going cross-eyed in bliss.

God, he was so good at sex.

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