Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 98: Stuck In The Middle
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By the end of the night, Nora's house was littered with bodies that I had fucked silly. They laid on beds and couches; one was in a chair. In the cases where they would have otherwise fallen on a table or desk, I carried her bridal style to a spare bed, and she seemed to really like that. Several had gotten dressed up as the wife character, since I'd fucked one until her legs turned to jelly, which forced Nora to swap the body playing that role; then I'd done it again.

However, I hadn't planned to spend the entire night with Nora, so eventually, I told her that the whole thing had been great, and headed home to my apartment.

Mira wasn't in the apartment, but the smell of sex and sweat and Xico (she had a subtly different smell from other girls, because she was half-taliké) made it clear that there had definitely been a fuckfest, and I looked forward to experiencing it when I reabsorbed my clone. I opened the door to the bedroom, finding Xico snuggled into my clone's side. Her eyes flicked up to me as I entered the room, and she wore a soft smile - and a particularly lewd and sexy maid outfit, a thought that made Xico blush sharply. "You can snuggle me after I get rid of him," I told her. I reached out for the other me, fully intending to reabsorb him, my finger poking his chest, and-

Nothing happened. I frowned.

I planted my hand on his chest. Nothing happened, still.

"Get back in me, other Roger," I commanded. The man himself just shrugged.

"He's not... trying... not to," Xico offered. "O-oh, um... I can igoss with... both of you... that could help?"

"That's a really good idea, Xico," my clone said. "You're so smart." Xico blushed at that.

He was laying it on a little thick, wasn't he? Well, it wasn't like he was wrong. Xico was a smart young woman. Xico blushed even brighter at that, squeezing her eyes shut, and I felt her brain push up against mine, serving as a fluid conduit to my clone.

I could feel his thoughts, full of bubbly affection for Xico. It wasn't like the feeling was "wrong" or "out of character" - it did reflect how I felt about Xico, who mentally squeaked in delight at that thought - but it was lacking some other parts. For example, feeling vaguely guilty about fucking other women.

Of course, he had an immediate reply: he wasn't fucking other woman.

Xico noted she didn't mind me fucking other women at all. She was glad that it made me happy, and that I made them happy. The other Roger responded by cuddling Xico tighter, pulling her into a big hug, and I felt somehow jealous as Xico's tails wagged happily behind her, flipping up the skirt on her maid uniform. It also showed me her cute little butt, which excited certain thoughts in my brain, and Xico responded positively to those thoughts. My jealousy was rapidly being beaten out by my lust - I could figure out what was wrong with my clone tomorrow. Vanessa would probably unsummon him or something.

For now, there was a cute nineteen year old with a crush and a tight ass that she was practically begging me to stick it in. Her cheeks glowed, and she worried about the state of my dick in terms of lube, which I had to admit was a thought that somehow hadn't occurred to me, as eager to fuck maid-Xico as I was. My clone suggested that it'd be really fun when I got to remember maid-slave Xico, and once more I somehow became jealous of my own copy.

I went to the bathroom, grabbing a bottle of lube, then came back to the pair, who were still cuddling - though, my clone now had a boner again. Through the igoss, I'd gotten the impression he'd been too tired to keep going, but apparently somehow this situation made him hornier. Or maybe it was my own horniness, through the link? It wasn't like I hadn't been fucking already.

I - we - collectively pushed away those thoughts. It really didn't matter. What mattered was, Xico was the ultimate cutie, with her ultra-short maid skirt hiding nothing, especially right now, as her panties were lost somewhere that nobody could remember. I squirted out some lube on my finger, and then pushed it into Xico's asshole.

She shuddered in response, squirming on my finger subtly. "Nnn, ooo," she half-moaned, pleasure lighting up her brain, and cascading right into mine. She had various interesting thoughts about having a finger stuck up her butt, alien to the two-thirds majority of this mental conversation, since in this universe, anal sex was a girl's dream and a guy's 'gross, no thanks.' I guess I could see not wanting to root your fingers around in a girl's dirty butt, but Xico's butt seemed plenty clean to me.

My clone thought it didn't really matter if Xico's butt was dirty. It wasn't like I was going to eat without washing my hands or something.

My finger just kept wiggling around in there, occasionally coming out for a fresh coating of lube, until at last we all felt satisfied that Xico's ass was ready to handle it. (My clone was the last holdout, being overly concerned and protective of Xico, which was fair enough as she was adorable, and those thoughts had her blushing up a storm again, the heat in her cheeks feeling almost like it was in mine through the igoss.)

I rubbed a fresh dollop of lube all over my cock, and then lined up with her puckered little rosebud. Her body shivered in anticipation, and I could feel that anticipation too, the excitement of getting to do something dirty with your hot older boyfriend. It was sexy for me, too, having my cute and sexy younger girlfriend in a sexy maid outfit, her tails waggling excitedly behind her, and our desires bounced against each other, leaving my cock throbbing, needy, wanting to be pushed into Xico - so I did exactly that.

I groaned, the pleasure hitting me twice over, and then the Roger beneath Xico started to slide into her pussy too, making Xico squirm and gasp. Her fingers raked at the bed sheets beneath her, as the pair of us started to move our hips. My clone was more intense in his movements, forceful as he rocked his hips back and forth, while I had to take my time due to the tightness of Xico's ass - but, since we were both completely aware of her pleasure, it was easy to set a pace that made us all feel good.

Ordinarily, igossing with Xico was an intoxicating delight, and this was no exception - it was just an even stronger version of it. My clone never thought anything that annoyed me, or pushed me out of the moment - he was me, after all - so our thoughts could bubble and push against one another harmlessly. If anything, his thoughts were more to Xico's taste than my own, given his monomaniacal focus on the girl in question. He leaned up to kiss Xico on the lips, their mouths pushing against one another hungrily, and my cock furiously pulsed.

I didn't feel bothered at all by the kiss - both the mouths involved felt like my own, like I was the one making out with Xico, like Xico was making out with me. My hips thumped slowly and steadily inside of Xico, and the triple threat of pleasure was pushing all three of us towards an inexorable, inescapable conclusion. My clone and I had both been fucking a lot, and men had a harder time continuing to go after an orgasm, so when Xico first orgasmed in that position - which took maybe a minute, tops - we just groaned and twitched, our spirits willing but our flesh too weak to actually ejaculate inside her. The waves of pleasure washed over us, but as Xico's orgasm ended, the feeling of a denied orgasm was more intense - that tension when you get so close to the edge, but you don't quite go over it, so you're left desperate for more, practically drooling for it.

My cock throbbed inside Xico, and my clone and I both upped our paces, pumping inside her more frantically, more energetically. Xico moaned at the sensation, her pussy hungrily gripping at his cock, her asshole tightening up on mine. Her kiss got more eager and enthusiastic, tongues dancing around, and she wiggled her tails invitingly behind her, happy to have both our attention, happy to be wearing that sexy maid uniform that got me hard, happy and eager and enthusiastic and lusty, which only intensified my own lust.

When Xico came for the second time, my clone managed to come, groaning as he ejaculated inside her - but I didn't. Two thirds of us were experiencing the pure bliss of an orgasm, so it wasn't as annoying as it had been the first time, but I was left panting in the afterglow, a fresh patina of sweat clinging to my body as I gasped and panted atop her. The frustration of two near misses was intense, and Xico felt it more strongly than any of us, her empathetic nature - plus, probably, the fact that she was in the middle of the igoss - pushing her to start trying extra hard to get me to come inside.

Her thoughts turned into a frothy brew of all sorts of filthy ideas, and memories of what she'd been doing with my clone that left me so excited I couldn't hold back. I upped my pace significantly, momentarily uncaring about whether it felt good for Xico - though, luckily, it did, otherwise I would've also gotten the backwash on that. She moaned as I fucked her asshole harder, remembering her time in absolute, unflinching submission, calling forth the memory of emotions of pleasure and service that were so intense that even secondhand and remembered, they were exciting. I leaned down over her, kissing at her neck, as I upped my pace, just rutting away relentlessly.

My clone's cock inside her pussy was only half-erect, so her level of physical stimulation was lower, but both of us were really focused on getting me off at the moment, so it didn't matter too much. Xico tightened her sphincter around my cock, pushing back into me, as she slobbered and licked and kissed all over the inside of my clone's mouth, her focus completely on just giving herself over to lust and desire.

It didn't take too much of that for me to be pushed to the edge, and this time, as I hilted inside her, Xico and I both crested together, groaning as I unloaded in her asshole, Xico moaning happily as she felt me achieve release, happy to have freed me from the teasing of it.

I panted as I finished inside Xico, shuddering softly atop her - and then I pulled out and flopped onto my back on the bed, the mattress bouncing from my weight hitting it. Xico giggled a little, my exhaustion like a weight pressing down on me, and she broke off the kiss with my clone. "We can rest, Roger. We don't need to keep going all night. I'm tired too," she said, her words paired with emotions that said exactly the same thing.

"Oh, yeah," I breathed out; the exhaustion was so tangled up together it was hard to tell where one started and the other ended. "Fucking... feeling really tired," I said aloud, as much a waste of energy as talking to yourself. Xico curled up on my side, and my clone then decided to cuddle into her from behind, just wrapping his arms lovingly around her stomach as Xico herself rested her cheek on my chest.

It was fine. A nice cuddle pile. It was also a chance for Xico to experience a 'devil's threesome,' a term that she had to mentally translate because her grasp of English wasn't that good. (She made the counterargument that people in this universe didn't use that term, because the 'devil's threesome' was the standard female fantasy.)

Our igoss broke apart as we faded into unconsciousness, which didn't take much longer than it took to close my eyes.

* * *

I was the first to wake up, which made my brain wonder if Xico had been fucking my clone harder than I had been fucking Nora? That seemed unlikely, but given she was just lying there, looking cute as could be, a little puddle of drool forming on my chest, it was at least possible. Maybe some part of my power's enhanced metabolism gave me reduced need for sleep? Probably it was something like that, it was a superspeed power, after all.

I just laid there rather than getting up. My fingers idly played with Xico's hair.

Of course, there was a clone of me in the bed, and he was also asleep, but I just ignored him. I'd go to work, talk to Vanessa, and reabsorb him. The whole thing was just a bizarre magical accident she could probably fix quickly.

As I laid there, waiting for Xico to wake up, my thoughts did turn to Kate. I hadn't reabsorbed the clone I'd sent with her (given that I didn't remember having lots of threesome sex with the Kates), and I was pretty sure the only people in the apartment at the moment were me, Xico, the clone-for-Xico, and Bup. So the clone was... well, probably just fucking the Kates, actually.

I could definitely imagine what sort of stuff I'd get up to if I had the assignment of having marathon sex with the Kates. I'd rather not imagine it, though, and instead experience it, but I'd only get to do that when the spell ended, which it hadn't, so...

I'd definitely be getting Vanessa to fix whatever went wrong. I just laid there, waiting for Xico to wake up.

* * *

I laid on the bed, Sow curled into my side. Right now, Fuckpig was floating over my cock, her hands clamped behind her head, as she was forced to go up and down my cock, bouncing away. Her tits bounced and jiggled freely with each bounce - the only clothes she was wearing at this point were her choker and a blindfold. Her mouth just hung half-open, as she slid herself up and down continuously.

While fucking the pair of gorgeous masochistic, submissive superheroines, I'd realized that it was exhausting to do marathon sex with them - but there were ways to make it less exhausting for both of us. Kate's flying power meant she could just raise and lower her body on my cock without any exhaustion setting in, so once I'd gotten to the point of wanting a break, it was just a matter of casting the whole thing as an expression of 'submission,' and boom. I could have even more sex with Kate.

And Kate did look good like that, bouncing on my dick. Her sex was just oozing her juices all over my cock, a flush running down from her face to her tits. Her nipples were sharp and perky as she rose and fell on my cock, hot panting breaths escaping her throat. My hand reached up, casually groping her breast, and she gasped at the surprise touch, her whole body trembling in response. My hand then slid down her body, tracing out her gorgeous abs, and soon arriving at her groin, my fingertipss brushing along and down to her clit.

A sharp inhalation of breath was followed by a squeal of pleasure as I pinched her clit, and she moaned and jerked on my cock. I grabbed her by the hip, pulling her off my cock, repositioning her to one side. "Fuckpig came again, Sow," I told her, pretending to be annoyed rather than happy that my partner was orgasming. As far as sex was concerned, that kind of humiliation was what made Kate happy, after all. "She's such a quickshot. That makes sense, though. You are too." Both Kates flushed with color at the characterization. "Now," I said, putting one hand on her hip, "back on my cock, piggy."

"Oink, oink." Those words were more like a declaration of submission, than anything else - a way of nonverbally proclaiming her willingness to obey my every debauched whim. Like her twin, she was also wearing a blindfold, so I had to carefully guide her over to my dick - but the moment my tip brushed against her slit, she knew enough to manage to slide her whole body down my cock, moaning softly as she felt it penetrate her.

Her body was caked with sweat, her nipples hard, her inner thighs slick with her juices. I'd been making the pair go back and forth, again and again, dragging out the sex without actually coming myself. We'd been fucking for a solid hour without me orgasming once, and it wasn't for lack of trying. Once Sow had gotten herself positioned properly, her rhythm with my cock was much rougher than her twin's had been. She started to bounce up and down my cock. "Oink, oink," she gasped out, as she rutted atop me, her pussy drooling all over my cock. "Oink! Oink!"

One hand dragged Fuckpig over to rest next to me, letting her cuddle in just like her twin had been doing. My other hand reached up to casually slap Sow's tit, and she tightened up and slowed for a moment, her movements atop my dick almost coming to a stop. "Wow. Did you come just from having your tit slapped?" I said, my voice oozing contempt, making Kate somehow get even wetter around my cock.

"N-no, Master, no!" Her head shook rapidly, though she stopped bouncing on my dick to offer her defense. "I-I didn't come, really! I'm a good piggy, I didn't come."

"Really? You are just a huge quickshot," I said, casually groping her breast for emphasis, and she mewled softly as my fingers dug into the flesh of her tit. "But if you say you didn't come, then I'll trust you. You wouldn't lie to me, would you, Sow?"

"No! No, I wouldn't," she said, speaking with so much energy that I was honestly a little worried that she might have thought I was serious - if it wasn't for the fact that she immediately started to bounce on my dick again, using her flight to run that tight, muscular pussy of hers up and down my cock. "I'm a good piggy for Master, oink oink," she said, sounding actually delirious as she moved, rising and falling on my cock with an intense, manic, horny pace. "I never lie to Master, never ever," she breathed out.

Fuckpig opened her mouth to say something, then closed it, then opened it again - a cute and sexy little action, which made me grope her ass hard, earning a soft pant. "Something to say?"

"I-I'm sorry, f-for lying to you when we first met," she said, sounding on the verge of tears. "I promise, Master! I promise I'm a good piggy for you now, I won't ever lie to you again, I- I'll pay you compensation money for what I did wrong, Master, I'm- I'll do anything you say," she said, actually starting to blubber.

I gave her ass a smack to shut her up. "Do you think blubbering like that makes your master happy?" She shook her head rapidly. "No, it makes him sad. The fact that you were a bad girl before you met me just makes it more fun, to watch how much of a well-behaved little piggy you've become, Fuckpig," I told her, bopping her on the nose, then putting my finger into her mouth, letting her eagerly suck on it. "You do want to be a good piggy, right, Fuckpig?" She nodded around my finger, her tongue starting to lick at it, doing her best impression of fellatio as she slobbered all over it, growing increasingly enthusiastic as she worked it over, presumably mostly because it was the only thing she could really do at the moment, with her twin still bouncing on my cock.

Soon after that, Sow slammed her hips down my length and came, holding back a lewd, throaty moan as she came all over again, panting and gasping in response to the feeling. Her whole body trembled atop me, tits jiggling softly, her pussy going crazy - and combined with Fuckpig's eager finger-sucking, I went over the edge again, groaning as I unloaded inside her, my hips bucking up against her face.

Of course, I'd been fucking this pair for an hour, and before that, even longer, so my dick began to flag again. I just hooked a finger into Fuckpig's collar, a hand on Sow's hip, and guided both girls to lie in between my legs, their faces right next to my cock. They both tried to start to kiss, and lick, and suck my dick, struggling with their blindfolds still on to get me hard again, and I watched with a smile on my lips as Sow managed to start tonguing my balls, then Fuckpig found the side, sucking on it, sliding her lips up to the tip.

I'd been fucking the pair literally all night, though, and if there was ever an occasion for a guy to pass out after sex, it was then. I closed my eyes, fully intending to bask in the sensations, and instead just nodded off entirely, falling asleep as they continued to lick and suck.

I might have been unconscious and dreaming, but it wasn't like my brain was completely dead to the world outside. The feeling of their paired lips, combined with everything else, meant that my brain offered up what amounted to a fantasy scenario version of the same thing: the two Kates, in their hero outfits, kneeling in front of me, licking, lapping, and sucking on my half-erect cock, whimpering needily, begging for me to get hard again.

In the dream, there was a weird frustration that occurred, the contradiction between my need to continue dominating them, and the simple fact that my dick just would not get back up. In the dream, I had to say various degrading things to the pair: "You two are so bad at sucking cock, you can't even get a man hard? It's seriously pathetic. You're lucky I take pity on you two." Mostly, it was a way to buy time, at least in my head - in reality, I was at most mumbling as the Kates sucked my dick, until eventually they both gave up. At that point, in the dream I verbally berated them, and in reality they just passed out against me, all of us pretty exhausted from the marathon sex session.

* * *

"Vanessa, they're stuck," I said, gesturing to my Xico-clone. I'd checked on my Kate-clone, but he was passed the fuck out, and definitely didn't want to so much as stand up, much less make his way all the way to Star Heroic. "They're not unsummoning, or reabsorbing, or whatever."

"He's not?" She wiped at her face for a few seconds, then closed her eyes. "You did the things they were made for, right?"

"I definitely did a lot of them," my clone said, and Xico flushed a little.

"Sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night," Vanessa said. "Just nightmares. Um." She pushed two fingers to her forehead. "I gotta find the original spell I cast, it's- whatever, there's not some clean fix or anything," she explained. "Like I can't just hocus pocus spell end. Sorry! I should be able to fix it, for real, it's just gonna take a bit. Uh. You're not developing a rebellious spirit or anything, are you?" Vanessa asked, squinting at my Xico-clone.

"I just want to spend time with Xico," my clone said. "She's just too cute to stay away from," he added, with a smile.

"That doesn't sound like a thing Roger would say," Vanessa said with a squint.

"Um..." Xico said, raising her hand. "He does... sometimes... think things... like that... well... dorky-cute things... he just... doesn't say them..." She fidgeted in a way that made it very obvious she wished I said them, and specifically, that she wished I said them constantly, all the time, to her. Her cheeks grew hotter at that thought, and her tongues nervously flicked out over her lips.

"Okay," Vanessa said, clapping her hands. "That sounds fine, then! I don't think anything bad should happen, if the spell lasts longer than expected..."

"You don't think?" I asked, a little worry entering my voice.

"I don't know! It's not like I cast this upcharged version of the spell all the time! But the worst thing that should happen would be, um, he disincorporates without you reabsorbing him."

"Oh... that would... be sad," Xico said. "I... want Roger... to also... remember the things... we did together," she said, her tails tangling anxiously behind her.

"Yeah. Yeah." Vanessa rubbed at her eyes again. "Okay. Just... let me think... um... the main thing that would burn you out would be trying to cast magic," she said, pointing at Roger. "Until I figure out how to fix it, I guess there's two Rogers."

"Three. The Kate one is also still around. He, uh, was asleep when I went to check on him."

"Oh. Okay. Yeah. Three. Alright." She closed her eyes again. "Whatever, talking about this won't fix it, I just gotta find my notes," she said, heading off.

My clone leaned down towards Xico, who actually floated up. "Xico," he whispered - and didn't say anything else. Xico flushed, though, presumably picking up something from his head that made her wear a happy smile, her tails curling on either side of her, and he leaned in to kiss her on the cheek, making her blush grow sharper.

I definitely did not feel jealous of my own clone.

Definitely.

Can you imagine how pathetic that would be?

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 97: Slave Xico Is Happy
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Xico fidgeted on the couch in Roger's apartment. She was wearing a maid uniform. It had been... altered, with some help from Mira, who knew a good tailor. She didn't have much in the way of cleavage, so the dipping neckline didn't do much, but the skirt was racy-short, and she thought the elbow-length gloves maybe made it sexy? If they didn't, she could always take them off.

Mira was sitting elsewhere in the room, idly texting with Tsuru, then flicked her gaze up to Xico. "Don't worry too much. Roger likes you."

"I know... that..." Xico mumbled, feeling a heat in her cheeks.

"What I mean is, when somebody likes you, they don't mind you doing nice things for them. Even if, somehow, it turns out he doesn't enjoy the maid play thing - which, you know from when I did it, that he doesn't - then he'll still be appreciative that you went out of your way to do it."

"Yeah... but I'm not as... sexy as you..."

"Guys don't-" Mira started, then stopped herself. Guys don't care about that. Except, Roger wasn't a normal guy. He was from an alternate universe where guys were like that. She let out a long breath. "When you like the person, they're sexier, no matter what. Roger likes you."

Xico nodded. She fiddled with the skirt to her maid uniform, taking a deep breath. Then she felt Roger's consciousness at the edge of her perceptions. She hesitated a moment before trying to listen to his thoughts, then:

I can't wait to see Xico. The maid slave thing with Mira was really fun - doing it with Xico will be even better. She's so cute.

Her cheeks heated up at those thoughts, a dopey smile appearing on her lips unbidden. Mira smiled out of the corner of her eyes. "So he's almost here, then?" She held out the choker to Xico, who took it, holding it in her hands. "You can put it on in advance, if you want."

"I'd... rather... do it... after he's here..." She wanted to really see him before she did it. Just a brief thing, to- to know it was him? That he wanted to be here? She couldn't quite put her finger on what, but getting a one-sided view of the inside of his thoughts definitely didn't feel quite right.

It didn't take too long for him to arrive, opening the door to his apartment. She hopped off the couch, turning to face him, nervously wringing her hands. She looks so good. She's so cute. Ah, she's not wearing the collar yet, so this is the real Xico- As he had those thoughts, he stepped towards her, and once he got close enough, he just took hold of her cheek and gave her a fierce kiss.

She was pretty much in heaven. Roger was being extra affectionate to her, in more ways than one, and she could feel the lust and desire boiling off him. I should double check if she still wants to do the collar thing. We can not do that if she wants. She shook her head hurriedly in response to that. That means she wants to do it? She nodded rapidly, her cheeks glowing as they just kept on making out like that.

Roger broke off the kiss at that point, letting out a long breath as he stared into her eyes. She nervously smiled up at him, glancing over her shoulder at Mira, who still had the collar.

Before she could grab it with her thiasyar, though, she was interrupted, Roger speaking up. "I want to igoss before anything else. I want to know you're completely happy to do this." Also, it'll be sexy to be igossing when you go under. Ah, you heard that, didn't you? She smiled and nodded, then reached out to his consciousness, feeling their thoughts intermingle.

She could feel all his emotions like they were her own - his excitement, his energy, his desire for her, his curiosity, his very high arousal. It wiped out pretty much all her concerns, being the center of his attention like this, feeling those thoughts and feelings washing over her as if they were her own. It felt so nice and fuzzy, that she wasn't sure Mira was right about her not wanting to do this a second time. After all, it would make him this happy, and she would also be happy, and she just wanted everybody to be happy all the time, so what would be the problem with doing it again?

Roger, obviously, pointed out that it wouldn't be the same once she actually had the collar on. While he was excited, he also respected and lo-

She blinked as that half-finished thought came through the link, her cheeks glowing instantly. He was about to think he loved her, right? Right?

They were still in the link, so he couldn't hide it. He was. He didn't mean it like a wife... but that was okay. Love was love. The tumble of thoughts on that subject was like an argument that took place inside both their heads, his feelings congealing and arguing at the same time, almost more like back when she was wrestling with her own feelings for him.

He liked her. Loved her. But, still, not the way she loved him. He loved her in a lot of senses, some less fun than others. He loved her like a friend; like a comrade; like a best friend; like a childhood friend... also, kind of like a daughter or student, because she was younger than him so he worried about her as an older person worries about any kid.

Though, to be clear, not in the way that would make it unethical to fuck your brains out.

The feelings were intense - but also, just like him, she kind of didn't want to deal with them right now! She reached out with her thiasyar, grabbing the collar from Mira and finally pulling it up towards her throat. She took one anxious breath, that feeling shared between her and Roger, and then snapped it into place.

They both stood there, expectantly.

Um. It didn't do anything.

"Mira?" Xico asked.

"It'll take a couple seconds to boot up."

As if that had been the go, she felt the collar crash into her consciousness. She didn't try to fight it, just letting it wash over her. It was sort of like letting Roger's feelings wash over her, in that it felt nice to give in. A warm, pleasant bath of feelings rolling around the inside of her skull. A sauna of love. More than just love, of course, there was also an intense, happy need to please Roger. To make him happy. Through the igoss she could tell that Roger could feel her new feeling like that, could feel his arousal spike in response, and that made her happy, which made Roger hornier, which made him just hurriedly rush to take out his cock.

His firm and glorious manhood, which it was her duty to worship and service, practically burst free into the open air, and she felt her mouth get wet at the sight of it, considering blowing him, then remembering that he didn't like it when she did that while they igossed and immediately dismissing the thought.

"Actually, right now, I'd feel in the mood to do everything with you," Roger said, his voice dripping with so much arousal it sent her head into a spin. "Let's start with that, in fact," he said, gently patting her cheek. "After all, you were such an eager beaver for it that it was the first thought in your mind. Plus, then you don't have to get out of that dress." He spoke out loud, but she didn't need him to - she was inside his head at the moment, able to tell his every word was sincere. She was already dropping to her knees the moment he finished the word 'in fact', and he didn't have time to finish the sentence before her lips softly wrapped around his cockhead.

Roger really liked blowjobs, she knew that, so she was happy and eager to give him one while igossing. Her momentary concern that maybe he would change his mind vanished as she felt the sensations he was feeling. Her tongues came to life inside her mouth, caressing his cockhead in all sorts of new ways that she'd never been able to before, figuring out exactly what he liked as her tongues slithered this way and that. Perhaps he really liked her more like this? She'd happily stay like this if it made Roger happy. Her tails batted at the air behind her as he reached down to pet her, and she felt his soothing emotions, telling her that she was wonderful as his mind controlled sex slave and as his cute younger lover too.

If she hadn't had the collar on, she would have swooned from just being called his younger lover - which he'd meant in the sense of girlfriend, wife, sweetheart, but trying to avoid formalizing it because he also liked fucking other women and Nora in particular. She didn't mind, though. She lovingly caressed the crown of his cock with her tongues, sweetly suckling on it, cheeks intermittently hollowing as she intensified and then released the suction. Whatever made Roger happy made her happy, and if it made him happy to string her and Nora along because he couldn't decide between the two of them, then she was perfectly glad to be strung along.

His cock actually twitched at those thoughts, a guilty pang of arousal making him throb in her mouth. She happily slurped all the harder. There was no reason to feel guilty. She knew what he was doing. So did Nora. They were adults. They just both loved Roger so much they were willing to wait, to try to earn his affection. One tongue delicately slithered along his slit, his cock pulsing and throbbing inside her mouth, threatening to erupt at any moment, but she hadn't even taken him deeper into her mouth, her lips locked only an inch or so down. She could feel the various thoughts Roger had about coming too quickly, and tried to reassure him even as she slowed her blowjob - and when she felt he was reassured, she slid down his whole length.

Her nose pressed into his pelvis as his cock throbbed and pulsed deep inside her throat. He was groaning, incoherent with pleasure, and she felt the burst of ecstasy as he started to ejaculate straight down her throat. His orgasm was like her own, feeling just as sweet - sweeter, really, since in her current mental state she only wanted him to be happy with her. Her thoughts clouded over as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of him coming.

Then he peeled her off his cock, her tails beating happily behind her as he loomed over her, his dick pulsing in the air. His eyes dove into her body beneath him, enjoying the sexy maid outfit she was wearing, and her heart happily fluttered as he ate her up with his eyes. His cock twitched in front of her face, and she softly exhaled against it, her tongues coming out to lick and slobber all over the side of his cock, sliding across his length in longing movements that showed just how much she loved his taste. She could feel his happiness in her service, and that was all she needed to be perfectly, completely, content - utterly content with everything in the whole world, able to completely forget any stress or problem.

The only problem she could ever have, right now, was that she hadn't done a good enough job sucking Roger's cock, and the fact that she was igossing him made that easy to avoid. Her first ever igoss-blowjob - that thought made her feel momentarily awkward, worried she'd thought something that would put him off (the worst thing to do), but his feelings didn't miss a beat, and he reassured her without hesitation.

There was a pleasant satisfaction in serving him while igossing. She never had to worry he was hiding anything from her. She could instantly learn his likes and dislikes - even when he was learning them himself. He'd gotten plenty of blowjobs, but only one girl he knew had six tongues, and only now had she been able to use them while igossing, and those thoughts just made her heart soar.

She was a good slave for her master, a good girl for her man, a good fellatrix for his cock. A unique one, too, unlike Nora and Kate and Jill and all the other girls. She didn't mind if her master fucked other women - even when she wasn't wearing the collar - but she wanted to be special, and being able to do this special thing was incredibly nice.

There was the faintest tinge in Roger's thoughts that maybe she should get to actually sucking his cock, and she instantly slid up to the tip, tongues dancing around, slithering every which way along his length, as she slowly but surely gulped his cock all the way down. She was his perfect, happy slave, and she could read and feel all his thoughts, so of course she could (and would) reply to his every preference and desire. Her tongues danced around his cock, caressing his cock with a loving corkscrew motion, and he just groaned by way of reply, one hand running through her hair.

He contemplated grabbing her pigtails for a moment, and she would have happily let him - but that brief mind-to-mind contact led him to the obvious conclusion that he simply didn't have to. She could feel his every whim. She closed her eyes, focusing her entire will on what felt good for him, her entire being existing for one purpose - and her pace changed as she moved up and down his cock.

Her mouth slid along his length at the pace that he wanted most. He didn't even have to think about it consciously. She could feel her mouth around his cock too: she experienced his pleasure almost exactly as he experienced it. She could just place her hands on Roger's thighs and start to bob. It was as if she was jerking herself off with her own mouth, so she could perfectly control the sensations and pace, unrivaled by anybody else. He groaned in response to the feelings, his cock throbbing and pulsing in her mouth, and he wanted to take his time, so she slowed her pace, just as you might slow down how quick you were masturbating when you got too close to the edge.

Sleek, smooth, thorough fellatio - that was her mission right now, the thing that entirely engulfed her consciousness. Her focus was utterly on that one, single thing, her wet lips smoothly sliding up and down the hard cock in her throat. She set the pace perfectly and exactly, slowing down when Roger got too close, speeding up when he was ready and eager for more. Her tongues caressed his most sensitive parts with the same ease that he would have found them on his own, because in a sense, that's exactly what she was doing. She could feel every tingle, every tremble, every spasm of his cock, and her tongues could seek it out to do more and better.

It was incredibly perfect. She could tell what her master wanted, and do it, and she was instantly rewarded with the pleasure that came from it. That pleasure washed right back over her master, too. Each wet, hot breath of her lips around his cock left her tingling and horny, her nipples scraping against her top, but right now was about his pleasure - and, honestly, it was her pleasure too.

In a way, it was her first time ever receiving a blowjob. It felt like she was getting the blowjob just as much as for him, and when he'd orgasmed earlier, she'd shared in his perfect pleasure. She panted as she pulled off his cock altogether, his length throbbing in the air, slick with her spit, his taste still on her tongues as her fingers reached up to jerk him off. She just looked up at him, a smile on her lips, happy to be right there on her knees for her master, happy to make him happy.

"Kinda weird for you to be so quiet," Mira said, breaking the spell of their focus on one another. Roger pivoted his head to look at her, and Xico felt his momentary burst of mindless irritation. "Oh, sorry, thought you were taking a break." She glanced back at her phone. "I have to be here, but I do like blowjobs, so I can join in, if you want." Xico could feel Mira's arousal, which was much stronger than she was letting on - she loved blowjobs, so she had, in fact, been watching in quiet arousal the whole time. (Xico hadn't been paying attention until now, because her attention was entirely on Roger.)

Xico and Roger shared thoughts back and forth for a moment, and it was pretty much impossible to tell Xico's thoughts from her master's. Right now, she was a happy extension of all his desires. One of them thought it would be sexy for Xico to speak for Roger, as if he were too lazy to bother to speak for himself, and the pulse of his cock in her hand told her that he certainly agreed with whoever it was. "Master... doesn't need to... talk, or make noise. I can feel... all his thoughts." Her lackluster English skills were still a problem, but the twitchy cock in her hand told her that Roger didn't mind. "Sucking his cock..." The blowjob with Xico was great, obviously, but Roger was always happy to have sex with new attractive women, and Mira was right there, offering to suck his dick.

The thought of using her as a contrast came to mind, and Roger approached, Xico not rising to her feet, but instead using her thiasyar to push up against the ground, invisibly crawling alongside him, but to outward appearances, looking like she was floating while kneeling. His cock bobbed in the air as he pulled off his shirt, tossing it to Xico, who drank deeply of its scent, just like he'd intended. He smelled so nice. His cock pulsed. "Master wants you... to remain... in that position," Xico explained on his behalf. "He wants you to act... bored."

Mira quirked one eyebrow. "Not your normal thing. I assume you're still sticking the cock in my mouth, though?" She asked, glancing at it as it came closer.

"That's right," Xico said. Roger just took hold of the base of his cock, and slapped it casually against Mira's face, making her blink. Her feelings were some mix of annoyance and horny, a woman being teased when she just wanted sex. "Master wants you... to open your mouth," she said, and Mira did actually do that, her mouth falling open. Roger just casually slid his cock into Mira's mouth.

With her acting so disinterested about the whole thing, obviously, Xico's blowjob was much better - but it was exactly that contrast that her master wanted. He sighed as he pushed his dick ever deeper into Mira's mouth, hand on the back of her head, her throat swelling to accommodate his girth. She was an experienced fellatrix, and her tongue was getting into it, putting her knowledge of Roger's body to good use.

For a moment, Roger considered if Xico minded him becoming distracted with Mira's mouth - but only for a moment, because Xico didn't mind anything Roger did. So long as her master was making himself happy, she would gladly sit in the corner, her tails wagging behind her, and smile. Roger's cock throbbed and pulsed inside of Mira's mouth, as he gently guided the woman up and down his cock, Mira even shifting her phone to pretend to look at it.

She was only pretending, of course, but in a way, knowing that just made it sexier. Roger had the thought that he was using Mira's mouth to clean his cock off, while Mira thought of it more as a minor roleplay scenario, a sexy 'emotionless sex' sort of thing. Xico just smiled, enjoying the show, and even the sensation of Mira's mouth around Roger's cock, able to feel it like she was on the receiving end, which kept her intensely aroused.

At that point, Roger pulled out of Mira's mouth with a wet pop. She blinked a few times in response, but Xico knew what Roger wanted, and she repositioned herself before he just casually slid his cock straight into her mouth. He started to pump his hips back and forth, and she moved alongside him, smoothly bobbing along his cock, her throat idly swallowing around his dick. Her tongues danced in just the ways she'd learned he liked, and it took no time at all for him to erupt, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth, letting her taste him properly this time, eagerly gulping it down even as he continued to blow his load.

Once he was finished coming, he simply popped out of her mouth, leering at her. She felt a heat cross her cheeks, simultaneously rising from her core - he wanted to fuck her, right now. He wanted to be in the bedroom faster. She hurriedly grabbed him with her thiasyar, gently hefting him into the air, and pushed the two of them to his bedroom, seeming to basically bolt into the bedroom. Mira considered following the two of them, then decided to give them their space, and Xico hurriedly positioned herself on the bed in the most appealing fashion for Roger, spreading her legs eagerly.

She felt a pang of annoyance at her past self for choosing to wear panties, making it take Roger that much longer, and she used her hands, legs, and thiasyar to hurriedly peel the unwanted obstacles to Roger's cock away, tossing it off against the wall with one powerful jerk of her thiasyar, leaving her sex exposed beneath the ultra-short skirt of her maid uniform. Her nipples ground against the inside of her top, her arousal having reached a fever pitch alongside Roger's own, her thoughts an endless chorus of arousal and desire. Roger was similarly horny, and his cock just slammed into her without hesitation.

She moaned as he entered her. She wondered if, with how rough he was being, she would have been bothered by it without the igoss - no, that wasn't right, Roger wondered that, but she didn't know or care. It felt amazing, being suddenly filled up, and she was sure she was plenty wet for him already, a thought he readily accepted as he gripped her thighs.

From the shared space of their minds, she could tell that he wanted to hear her dirty talk, as he started to jackhammer inside her. Only sincere words, but also only things she normally would never say. "I'm your slave, Master," she breathed out. Were those the first words since she put on the choker? It didn't matter. "I belong to you... I'm your property... you own me... I want to be... owned by you... it makes me... happy..." Her English skills were so lackluster, even tumbling around inside of Roger's head didn't fix that. She should have studied English harder so she could speak fluently and eagerly, so she could have praised him and his cock and his ownership of her. "I love you..." Ah, she would have said that anyway. "I love being... owned by you... I'm happy... that my master... is kind..."

Roger groaned at that, hilting inside her. He strained not to come, but she didn't have any reason to do the same, and so she did, coming on his cock, letting out a moan of pleasure, her body spasming around his cock. He went cross-eyed as her pussy spasmed hungrily around his cock, as she did her level best to milk him dry, her lips wide open, her tongues dancing freely inside her mouth, modulating the sounds of pleasure that escaped her throat.

When her orgasm finished, they were both panting and trembling on the bed. Roger, because he had just barely held back from orgasming, despite their link; Xico, because she'd just had one of (the?) most intense orgasms of her life, panting as she stared up at her beloved master. "You are... good... and kind... and loving... and thoughtful... I know... you are... cynical and think... that I only think... that because you... because I love you... but it is true... you are sweet..."

"I used Vanessa's magic to clone myself," he confessed.

She smiled up at him. "I know, Master... I knew... right away... when we igossed... but, it's nicer, actually... you get focused... when you're a clone... it's... umm..." Rothka? What is English for it? Joyous, Roger provided, as his best guess. "Joyous. You're... you're only thinking... of me..." Her hands reached up to caress his cheek. "Please, Master, keep fucking your... maid slave," she said, a small smile appearing on her lips.

His cock furiously throbbed inside her, his arousal spiking as she acted a little more like her normal self. He grabbed her thighs tight, twisting them up, tossing her ankles onto his shoulders, and then began to piston inside her with reckless intensity, the bed shaking beneath them, squeaking as she just got relentlessly pounded like that.

Their pleasures merged and pressed against one another, both easily and smoothly fitting together. She relished being used by him, her body made a temple to his service; he relished using her, relished her love, her submission, her willingness, her eagerness. There was just a pleasure that went back and forth between them, an intoxicating thing that left higher thoughts difficult. Any time one of them would start to form a thought smarter than This feels good, a wave of pleasure would crash over both of them, lost in their shared sensations.

It took Roger no time at all to come like that for the first time, and both of them crested over that tidal wave together, moaning and groaning in pleasure. Roger grasped her by the hair, tugging her into a fierce kiss, and her tongues slithered into his mouth happily, sliding along his gums, his teeth, his palate, tasting him, enjoying the flavor of his spit. Her thoughts were a bubbling froth of pleasure, as she just got relentlessly, brutally fucked.

He orgasmed inside her three times before his body ran out of energy, his thick fluids sloshing about in her eager, tight sex, and he pulled out of her, panting heavily. His gorgeous body was lightly slick with sweat, and she leaned up, her tongues teasing his bare skin, tasting him, relishing his flavor. He let out a gentle pant of pleasure, one hand coming up to caress her head, brushing his fingers through her hair as she licked and lapped at her master's bare body. He enjoyed the thrill of being naked while she was wearing just a sexy maid uniform, and she enjoyed the taste of his bare flesh in its own right, her love for him making even his salty sweat delicious.

Eventually, her tongues finished their work, having descended down towards his navel, but his cock failed to surge to life again, not even with some gentle, loving licks. He let out a sigh, glancing at his watch. "Ha... it's been an hour and a half, Xico. That means we're only a quarter of the way through."

She knew the moment he glanced at the time on his watch, but she nodded. He gently placed his thumb on her lower lip, offering it to her to suckle, seeming to find that idea erotic, and she dutifully did exactly as directed, suckling on his thumb, tasting him as she looked up at him. He then got up, leaving her on her hands and knees on the bed as he headed to the bathroom. "I'm going to wipe my dick off, then try out the Coolidge Effect."

That was a sexual phenomenon where men became more physically capable of having sex again when they were presented with a novel female. (If it existed here, it was called something different in this universe, she was pretty sure; Calvin Coolidge had never been President here.) In other words, he was going to try using Mira as a fluffer.

There was a pleasant little hum deep in Xico's heart at that thought. She probably would normally feel bad for Mira being used that way, but right now, her whole world was Roger, and Roger wanted to fuck her some more, and to do that he was going to use the beautiful, world-famous billionaire's mouth to get himself hard again.

She decided to kneel and follow after him, pushing along with her thiasyar. He approached Mira, who looked up from her phone, just quirking her eyebrow at the pair of them, wondering if they were finished or something else. "Master needs you... to get him hard... so he can... fuck me some more."

Mira snorted, pushing her tongue against her cheek. "You're lucky you're such a sweetie-pie normally, Xico, or I'd be pissed about you saying something like that." She gestured for Roger to come over, reaching out with her hand for his still-flaccid cock. She gently teased and played with it, thumb running along the underside of his cock, then leaned forward, wrapping his lips around his cockhead. Xico shuddered at the sensation - Roger was still quite sensitive - and Mira hummed with interest as she found his hard-on failing to materialize. She slurped his entire soft cock into her mouth, tongue dancing around, at first gently, then hungrily, licking and lapping and twisting her head.

Roger cared about her thoughts, so Xico read them: she liked the novelty of sucking a flaccid dick, and the fact that Roger was continuing to let her blow him; but she simultaneously disliked the fact that he still hadn't gotten hard, which was like a challenge to her. She put down her phone, getting down on her knees in front of Roger (where she belonged, Xico mentally noted), and wrapped her hands around his ass cheeks, getting all the more frantic and energetic in her cocksucking.

Roger grew hard inside her mouth, and decided to let her continue to suck until she was satisfied, which meant Xico patiently waited, trembling faintly as Mira gave everything she had into sucking Roger's cock... then she finally popped off. "I'm only here to make sure you don't make her get an ass tat or something," she said, more to remind herself than Roger. Xico would absolutely get any tattoo Roger asked for, and was annoyed that this woman presumed to tell her she couldn't. Roger didn't agree with Xico's impression, though, so she quieted it.

She then cradled Roger in her arms and carried him back to the bedroom, laying him out on the bed - he had been on top last time, and he'd definitely worked up a sweat, so it was now her turn to do the same. She clambered up onto his lap, pausing for just a moment to confirm he'd rather her pussy than her mouth right now (he would) then slammed herself down his cock, letting out a hot breath as he speared her. He felt so good inside her, and she felt so good around him, his size and her tightness working together. She pushed down against the bed with her thiasyar, lifting herself up into the air, starting to bounce on his cock.

He wanted it hard - he'd been going at it hard, when he'd been on top - and she saw no reason not to give him exactly what he wanted, using her legs and thiasyar both to push herself up and down his cock, ramming away with intensity, her pussy hungrily gripping and squeezing on his cock as pleasure raced up her spine. The feeling of him inside her, of him filling her up, of everything, was so good, so intense - the only thing that kept her from coming immediately was the fact that she had already come quite a few times already.

She pounded herself up and down his cock recklessly, relentlessly. Her thoughts became more and more of a confused fog of pleasure, just a bubble of desire and arousal, Roger's sensations and hers mixing together in her head. She slowed down to try to drag it out, following Roger's impulses, starting to fuck his cock in much the same way she'd sucked his cock, angling herself and setting her pace just right. The physical sensation of her pussy was as important as that of his cock, since they could both feel both, and soon she'd found an angle that seemed to maximize both as much as possible, and was lovingly grinding up and down at a pace set by Roger, like he was jerking himself off with her body, but without even needing to touch her.

As if that thought were a starting gun, Roger leaned up, kissing and sucking on her neck, lapping at her collar bone, hands caressing her breasts. The pair of them tried to avoid coming, to drag it out, but it was inevitable that they soon orgasmed in that position, Xico moaning loudly, Roger groaning into her neck, as he unloaded a third splatter of cum inside her.

When his orgasm finished, he took several long and deep breaths, and Xico quietly rested atop him, closing her eyes and focusing on his feelings.

Luckily, he still had a boner, so they could keep going when he was ready, which they did.

* * *

Xico's maid outfit was completely a mess of sweat, and torn in several places, as she laid atop her master, cheek pressed into his chest, their bodies sticking to one another. He casually pet her, a show of gentle affection that made her smile and hum, nuzzling deeper against him.

There was a click noise, and the collar came off, a faint, ugly burning smell accompanying it. Both of them let out a simultaneous, alien groan, as Xico's normal personality came back in charge, the shift back feeling strangely more discontinuous. Roger grabbed the choker and tossed it against the wall to try to get rid of the stink of it, then went back to cuddling her.

"...did you... like it?" She asked, stupidly. Especially stupid because she was igossing with him, so she knew he did, but she felt like she should say something.

"I did. It was a lot of fun. But what made it special was that it was you."

Every sappy word was sincere. She wanted to avoid the heart-racing/aching that came with that sort of line, so she tried to remind herself that he was just a clone... but, she knew they were also, part of, his real feelings.

She snuggled against him tighter, just closing her eyes, wanting this moment to last forever.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 96: How Nega-Kate Sees It
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Kate had been waiting in her apartment for Roger to show up.

The anticipation had been driving her nuts. She'd been wet for hours. She wanted to jill off to thoughts of Roger and what he'd do to her, but also she didn't want to run out of energy before he even showed up. She flicked her gaze to the corner of her eyes, and her AR displayed the current local time - it was two minutes after Roger should have gotten off work, so he'd be here soon enough. Should she wait outside his room, instead? He might want her to change clothes somehow - her twin had told her that he liked making women play dress-up, and Kate definitely wanted him to like her.

She'd basically raped him the first time they'd met... yes, he'd said it was okay, and that he wasn't upset, but... by law, in the Federation, if you pretend to be a specific other person, who the other party ordinarily has sex with (i.e. their girlfriend), it's considered rape. Old clauses about pretending to be somebody's husband/wife got updated to be that.

Mira said she wasn't going to be prosecuted, since (among other reasons) it took place outside of the territorial sovereignty, but...

She still felt guilty. She still wanted to make it up to him.

The door to her apartment got knocked on, and she heard Roger's voice. "Fuckpig, you in there?" He called the words out unhesitatingly, not caring if anybody heard.

She jolted to her feet, feeling a heat stream across her cheeks. She hurriedly opened the door, swallowing as she looked up at him. "Yes, Master," she breathed, her voice small as she spoke his name out loud in the hall where anybody could hear it. "I'm in here."

He pushed against the door. For a moment, it was stuck in place - because Kate's hand was on it. She hurriedly let go, and he casually stepped into her apartment. It was very clean, since she mostly didn't live in it, and her twin entered shortly after Roger. They spared a glance that contained some feeling probably nobody else had ever felt - something like, I both do and do not wish that I had to share this moment with my twin from an alternate universe, and since you're me I know you feel the same way - before the other Kate closed the door behind them both.

"Why aren't we going to your room, Master?" Kate asked, genuinely confused.

"I didn't want to make a mess in there," he said, his voice dismissive. She felt her clit instantly harden at those words, processing them as a lewd promise. They were going to make a mess in here. She didn't know exactly what sort of mess, but it didn't really matter, did it? Not when it was Roger who was making the mess. He was a sex god, descended from the heavens to bless the life of a disgusting pervert like her. "You're wearing appropriate undergarments, aren't you?" His hand reached out for her breast, and she softly sighed as his fingers tested the flesh there. His casual cruelty was so enticing. Desire and contempt at once - what other guy could pull it off like him? He smacked her tit, making her jerk a little in surprise. "I asked you a question."

"Yes, Master!" She answered immediately. "I thought you could tell, with your groping, sorry, Master," she said. He just smiled at her, casually grasping the back of her head. Once more, she was reminded of how much stronger she was with him, how she could have stopped him if she wanted to... but she didn't want to. She wanted to let him drag her lips to his, wanted to let him press his mouth fiercely against hers, wanted to let his tongue dive inside hungrily. She wanted to feel his other hand slide down her body, slipping into her pants, finding her wet, slick cunt there, starting to tease her clit as he made out with her.

He popped off the kiss, and Kate just panted, staring up at him with flushed cheeks. "Look at how wet you are already," he said, pulling out fingers stained with her juices. He just casually plunged her fingers into her mouth, making her taste herself, the flavor filthy, disgusting, degrading... and her nipples grew even harder, straining against the microkini as she stood there, a compliant, horny mess for the man whose life she'd wandered into.

Should she envy the other Kate, who got to experience the slow acceleration up until the point where her darkest fantasies were being regularly enacted, the slow learning of what Roger was and wasn't willing to do?

Or maybe she should be happy that she got to skip to the best part?

Either way, Roger popped his fingers out of her mouth unceremoniously, his gaze roaming across both Kates' bodies. "Strip to your undergarments," he ordered them both, and immediately, they started to strip, the same panicked energy igniting both of them. Roger just grinned as he watched them get naked, his eyes roaming over their bodies with undisguised lust.

It was crazy hot. Every guy that Kate had ever known just couldn't be attracted to a woman he didn't respect - but here Roger was, treating her like trash, calling her any name he felt like, and yet he obviously was lusting after her body. Probably more than any other guy ever had, judging by the way his eyes ate up their bodies. Even when she'd played at being vanilla, her partners had never looked at her quite like that.

Not devoted, or worshipful, or appreciative - lusty and simple-minded. Appreciating a pair of tits like she might eye up a nice big veiny cock.

Her eyes went down to Roger's groin, and she could see he was erect, his turgid length straining against its confinement, curled up in his pants. Her breath spilled out as she stood there, and she jerked in surprise as his hand got planted on her stomach. Her eyes flicked up, worried she'd done something wrong, but she saw him doing exactly the same thing to her twin.

"Good, Sow," he said, using the word like it was the other Kate's name. "You've gotten back in shape. I can't even tell the difference between your bellies now." He let his hand drift up. Both of them were wearing similar tops - microkinis, just like Roger wanted, humiliating to wander around wearing, but that was probably what he liked about them - but hers was just a mite smaller. "You two are both good girls," he said, leaning in to kiss Kate on the forehead, and repeating the process on her twin. "So well-behaved. I honestly don't even think I had to train you, not really. I just had to establish rules, and you're a rules-lover who obeys, aren't you?"

As he spoke, he fondled her tit in one hand, the other doing the same on the other Kate. "Yes, Master," Kate said. She wasn't sure if what he said was really the truth, but she knew that you always agreed with your dom when he said things like that. "Thank you for the compliment."

"Y-yeah, me too, Master," her twin said. Kate hoped that half-assed response meant she'd be the first to get fucked.

Roger just chuckled, giving both their breasts another firm squeeze before taking a step back, contemplating them both. They were almost-identically dressed - they had similar dress codes, and were the same person up to around eighteen years ago - but not quite. Kate felt a certain hope that her extra-tiny microkini would win out. She swallowed, feeling the choker bob around her throat. "You both look fantastic. I'm like that donkey from the thought experiment."

"Huh?" The other Kate said.

"Buridan's ass," Kate said. It had come up on some public educational broadcast... the kind of thing that probably wasn't very popular here. "It's equally hungry and thirsty, and halfway between a bail of hay and a bucket of water, so it dies of thirst and starvation."

"But... you die of thirst before starvation?" Her twin asked.

Roger just chuckled. He gave the other Kate's cheek an appreciative pat, and Kate felt an irrational pang of jealousy. She'd known what he was talking about! Shouldn't she be rewarded? "Fuckpig, I'm going to start with you, I think. Go bend over your bed and present that needy cunt of yours," he ordered.

She literally flew into action, swooping over to the bed, bending over and hurriedly pulling her panties down, revealing her achingly-empty sex. Roger let out a small laugh at her eagerness, but she didn't mind - if he thought it was cute how eager she was, that just meant he was more likely to fuck her, right? That was Roger's vibe... or, wait, maybe he'd enjoy sadistically teasing her more...? Oh God, imagine if he started fucking the other Kate right now... her pussy clenched and her clit throbbed, but luckily, Roger seemed to be in no mood to continue teasing her, just getting behind her and pointing his cock at her cunt.

"Beg for it," he breathed out, his voice husky, demanding, powerful. Full of lust and need and dominance at the same time.

"Please, please, please, Master, fuck my needy loose cunt, nobody does it like you do."

At that, he thrust inside her. All her pent up desire and anticipation of exactly this moment made her orgasm, an embarrassing, humiliating thing, her pussy spasming around Roger's cock as he just remained hilted inside her. His hands casually groped her ass cheeks as he remained lodged inside her. "Oh, that's good," he breathed out. "You were looking forward to it this much, huh, Fuckpig?" He asked her, and she nodded as best she could, her cheeks burning in humiliation.

Even if Roger liked it when she came quickly, it was still embarrassing for her as a woman. She wasn't normally a quickshot! Maybe- maybe a little faster than the average girl, but as in, she came after three minutes instead of five or something! Not like this, orgasming on the first thrust! It was just Roger, it was just everything he did to her, everything about him... it was an intoxicating thing, as if it had been personally prepared just for her...

Really it had, hadn't it? He'd been the other Kate's dominant before he'd become hers... so he had learned exactly how to touch her, exactly how to talk to her, how to treat her...

He started to casually slide his cock back out of her still-spasming cunt, and he glanced over at the other Kate. "Sow, sit down on the bed where I can see you, and start masturbating to the show. If you don't come at least three times before I'm done with Fuckpig, then I won't fuck you at all." Once his command was finished, her twin rushed into position - and then Roger slammed his cock deep inside her all over again.

She moaned in response to the forceful penetration, her cunt tightening up on his cock as a hot breath escaped her throat. She'd barely finished coming, but Roger was unhesitant in putting her body through its paces, and she loved the way it felt, being fucked so relentlessly. His fingers dug as best they could into the flesh of her ass, his hips pounding away at hers, cock diving deep inside her over and over. She panted, her tits bouncing with every thrust, her nipples perky and straining against the microkini, threatening to bounce free at any moment, only kept in place by the fact that it was just a little too tight (a recommendation that her twin had given her).

Then she watched as her twin got onto the bed, spreading her legs for Roger to see, her fingers diving down into her cunt, starting to frantically frig herself, palm pressing against her pubic mound just the way that Kate did it.

Of course it was - she first masturbated when she was, what, fourteen? That was how she'd always done it.

God, this was fucked up, she was staring at her twin masturbating and getting even hornier from the show. Roger wasn't even doing this for her. Presumably, he just liked watching girls jill off.

Roger then slid his hands around her body, fingers running along her stomach for a moment, feeling up her abs, and all the effort she put into exercising (it's harder than you'd think, when you're super strong! Not a lot of gyms are designed for people who can lift a car overhead!) felt worth it. Then his hands made their way up to her tits, fingers digging into the soft flesh there, before starting to tease at her nipples. Hot breaths escaped her throat, her cunt tightening around his cock as he fucked her ever-harder, pounding away, the mattress starting to squeak from the sheer force he was putting into it.

Her twin came at that point, biting her lip to strangle a moan, and Kate couldn't help it - she came too. Her pussy spasmed hungrily around Roger's cock as he just kept rutting inside her, ignoring and uncaring about her orgasm, just grunting as he pounded away.

Her own orgasm finished out, her body trembling on his cock as she fell forward onto her elbows rather than her hands, and she realized... he was trying to get himself off quicker. He was trying to come inside Kate before her twin could come, trying to get himself off fast enough that he could justify denying the other Kate.

Whether it was out of a sadistic desire to torment her twin, or something more affectionate for her, Kate couldn't help but feel her heart do strange somersaults inside her chest as her tits got pawed at by Roger. His cock just kept ramming away, and he leaned down over her, nibbling on her ear for a moment before whispering in it. "Sow only came once. If you can make me come soon, then she'll fail, you'll keep getting fucked, and Sow will have to sit there and keep jilling off. Is that what you want?"

"Oink oink!" She said, desperately eager, her cunt clenching down. "Oink oink, I'll be a good fuckpig for Master, please come inside soon!" Her pussy was gripping and squeezing, and she used her flight power to help herself balance as she reached for Roger's wrists. She took hold of them, clasping one in either hand, just pushing his hands even further into her tits. She had little real idea what would get him off the fastest, the best, so she decided to go full force with her flight power, lifting her feet off the ground and then starting to pump herself up and down his dick, concentrating to make sure she could do it properly, pounding her cunt up and down his dick. "Oink oink! I'm your fuckpig, Master, please come in me! I want it so bad, oink oink! I'm so desperate, I'll do anything you want, anything!"

Roger bottomed out inside her at that point, and she felt his grip on her tits tighten. She stopped moving, and a second later, he started to come, just gushing out thick splatters of spunk all over her insides. She shuddered in relief at the feeling... and her eyes turned up to her twin, who was whimpering, still frigging herself desperately, able to tell by the twisting of Roger's body that she wasn't about to get fucked.

When he was finished coming, Roger pulled out of Kate altogether, stepping onto the bed, his still erect cock bouncing around. Had he only been teasing-? Roger casually grasped a tangle of her twins' hair and dragged her up, just stuffing his dick into her mouth. She gagged wetly as the thing twisted its way down her throat, continuing to masturbate all the while, going absolutely crazy on her cunt as Kate watched. She let out a choked, throttled moan around his cock as she came while her mouth was used to clean Roger's dick off.

It didn't take long before Roger pulled out, though. "Even that wasn't three, Sow," he said to her twin, turning his attention back to Kate, his cock bobbing right in front of her face. "You won the first round of this competition. So I'll let you choose what happens next, Fuckpig."

Kate swallowed wetly, the thick, throbbing thing in front of her face incredibly distracting. She was so horny right now, in such a tangled mess of thoughts, that she just moved forward to wrap her lips around his cockhead. She was still floating, so it required no real effort, just sliding her body around. He let out a small laugh at that. "Good piggy," he said, a grin on his lips as she glugged wetly around his dick. "If you keep working so hard, maybe Sow won't get my cock at all today. That'd be funny, wouldn't it? I had to make time in my schedule for her, but she'll just spend all day jilling off watching her alternate universe self get fucked." He glanced over at the other Kate again - and Kate corkscrewed around his cock, making him groan at the sensation, dick throbbing in her throat. "Mm, same rules, if you can get to three orgasms before Fuckpig gets me off, you're the one who gets fucked next, Sow," he said.

Then he turned his attention back to Kate. His hands reached for Kate's tits, fingers freely sinking into them, then he just reached behind her, undoing the knot on the microkini, pulling it away to reveal her tits and let them bounce freely. She started using her flight power to fuck her face on his cock, bobbing back and forth, his balls slapping against her nose each time she took him to the base, saliva coming out freely while her clit pulsed and her cunt wept.

As he toyed with her breasts, tugging on her nipples, sending erotic waves of pleasure through her, he spoke up again. "You can jill yourself off as you suck my dick, Fuckpig. After all, making me put in the effort to please you - isn't that a little selfish?"

She nodded wetly around his dick, her hand going down to her cunt to start getting to work. Accepting whatever stupid thing the dom said was the sub's job, right? At least, if it was hot, like being told to jill herself off while she was used as an oral toy by her dom. Wet glugging noises filled the air as he rutted away at her mouth, his balls slamming into her nostrils, leaving her dizzy with arousal and his thick scent and taste clogging her senses.

His fingers sank into her tits all the more roughly, the man himself groaning in delight as he fucked her face like that, thumping away, her head swimming beneath his brutal assault. She gladly let him, though. The thrill of the humiliation of it added to her arousal, the willingness of a hot guy to play into her most depraved fantasies, the dick continuously plunging right down her throat, over and over... it was so fucking sexy.

Then her twin came, and instantly, Kate remembered she needed to get him off faster. Yes, Roger liked blowjobs more than vaginal (...she was pretty sure), but also, he had already come once, so it'd take him longer and more to come a second time. That was just how guys were. She slurped wetly on his cock, her tongue getting active, trying to salivate as much as possible. He slammed his cock down her throat, pressing her nostrils against his balls in the process, and just held himself there. She desperately swallowed around his cock, wetly gulping, rotating her body from side to side to make her tits jiggle, to twist his cock in her throat that little bit more, to let her tongue do that extra bit of pleasuring.

By some miracle of her hard work, Roger did in fact manage to come. It wasn't in her mouth, or on her face, but with a low groan, fingers sinking into the compliant flesh of her tits, as he just unloaded straight down her throat. She gulped greedily, wanting to milk as much cum out of his dick as possible, and then he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth, shuddering and sighing as he did so.

His dick twitched in the air, right in front of her face, coated with her slick spit. Her twin had only managed to orgasm twice, which meant it was still her turn, wasn't it? She looked up at Roger with hazy eyes, wanting to confirm she remembered right.

"Hm. It looks like Sow isn't very good at obeying orders, Fuckpig," he said, casually planting one hand on her throat. Not to choke her, but to use her choker like a leash, leading her to twist and roll and follow his movements and commands. Soon, she was doggy style on the bed, parallel to her twin, who was frantically masturbating even now, maybe hoping that if she could come a third time, she'd get Roger's cock. It was an intense thrill, making the two of them fight like this, and Kate was actually enjoying it. Even if she was only beating herself... well, isn't that the only person you're supposed to worry about beating?

Roger then pointed his cockhead at her asshole, teasing her with his dick. A thrill ran up her spine as she felt him doing that. Was he doing it to be nice to her? Guys hated anal, didn't they? He was just teasing her right now, his hand reaching out to grasp her by the hip, and she let out a soft gasp at the sensation of his touch, the way he calmly gripped her in that position.

"If you don't manage to come three times before I nut in Fuckpig's ass," he said, obviously talking to her twin, "then I'll use your mouth to clean my dick off. Otherwise, I'll take a shower, and the pair of you can join me."

Her twin whimpered softly, nodding just in Kate's peripheral vision.

"Ready, Fuckpig?" Roger asked, his voice sharp, and Kate nodded rapidly. He then pushed into her, his movement slow and grinding, and she just shuddered at the act.

"Thank you, thank you," she panted out as he worked his way inside her. "Oink oink! I'm a good piggy for master, and I'm getting rewarded!" His cock continued to move, taking its time, but of course it did, he was taking his time to make sure her tight ass didn't hurt his cock. Her fingers bunched up on the bed right beneath her, and Roger just groaned softly as he slid inside her. "Oink oink! Thank you so much, master! Thank you for fucking your piggy's asshole with your big cock!"

He gave her ass a sharp spanking. She twitched in response, glancing behind her to see if she'd done something wrong. He chuckled. "It's fine, Fuckpig," he told her, casually patting her head, the action doting and patronizing, and it made her pussy clench - the affection and contempt he stuffed together into that act. Like she was a beloved pet that had heard a thunderclap and jolted awake. "I just like smacking your ass. Gonna do the same to these fine tits, too," he said, leaning forward over her, his hands striking her breasts from either side.

Of course, it didn't hurt, having his hands strike her hands like that. She was tough enough to shrug off bullets - a bit of titty-smacking was just fun play in the bedroom. It still felt good, having her body treated that way, her brain still capable of enjoying the humiliation of being used like a stress ball. Her pussy clenched around nothing again, hungrily wanting to swallow up his cock... but in truth, he hadn't even gotten that deep. He was only halfway inside her, even now, and her twin came right next to her, moaning and thrashing her hips into the air. She'd lost all ability to control herself, desperately chasing orgasms to avoid cleaning her ass off Roger's cock...

God. She didn't want to clean her ass off Roger's cock, but the thought of being forced to do so, of having her mouth put to such a degrading, filthy use (for no reason other than to punish her), sent enough of a thrill through her that she was sure her twin would be fine either way. Roger was also really taking his time, delicately sliding his cock ever-deeper inside her, but that was natural - this was anal sex. Guys didn't like it normally, so you really had to be gentle with them if you could talk them into it...

As if recognizing her thoughts, Roger finally hilted inside her, letting out a lewd grunt as his balls wetly slapped against her cunt. She shuddered and then just came, twitching in place and tightening up on his dick, her eyes peeling back, and he reached forward for her, grasping her hair, twisting her head around to make her look at him.

She was sure she looked ridiculous. Pathetically coming her brains out on the first thrust. But Roger was the sort of guy who just grinned sadistically, enjoying the sight of her like that, his cock faintly twitching deep inside her. "You come very fast, hm, Fuckpig?" His free hand groped her tit again, casually starting to bat at it, treating it like a particularly amusing punching bag. She just panted in place on his cock, brainlessly nodding. "It's funny, Sow's trying to come fast, but she can't, while you're trying not to, and you are. It's almost like actual sex is better than masturbating, isn't it, Sow?"

"Yuh, yes, Master," her twin instantly agreed. "I wish I was the o~one getting, fuh, fucked," she explained, sounding almost delirious as she played with herself, her desperate energy making the bed quake beneath them.

Kate just enjoyed the feeling of Roger thrusting back and forth. He was slow and languid with her, really taking his time with her body, and she just trembled each time his cock landed deep inside her, his balls lightly slapping against her pussy. She shuddered, and let out half-moans, and closed her eyes, and just let the soft, sweet pleasure wash over her. For most guys, you'd have to cajole them into anal (she never had!), but Roger had proposed it all on his own, so she let herself enjoy it.

Roger's hands wandered her body as he fucked her. His fingers sank into her tits, then slapped them; groped her ass cheeks; teased her clit. She orgasmed herself quite a few times, just letting the pleasure wash over her, groaning as she eventually collapsed against the bed, landing on her shoulders and cheek against the mattress, looking up at Roger out of the corner of her eye. He smiled down at her, reaching down to softly pet her head.

"Oink oink, I'm a good piggy for Master," she said, the words breathed out rather than spoken. She felt his cock pulse inside her, and then finally erupted, groaning as he hilted and let loose. She just closed her eyes and let the feeling of his fluids wash over her, glad that he'd finally gotten off.

She'd been paying too much attention to being assfucked to know whether her twin had managed to orgasm three time, but she could twist her head to look as Roger pulled his cock out of her, waddling to the bathroom.

"Ha... that was... intense..." her twin breathed out. "I managed to come five times, though, so... should I follow him?"

"He didn't tell us to," Kate pointed out, though honestly, she didn't know. Mostly, her legs felt like jelly from the ass pounding, and it always felt a little weird to float around when that happened. She heard the water start running, though it sounded like the bath, not the shower.

He just left them there to slowly recover from their respective orgasms. Her twin had an easier time of it, but soon enough, she'd flopped onto her belly, almost completely naked. "That was intense," Kate said. "Fuck. You're so lucky."

"Lucky?" Her twin asked, panting.

"Yeah. You go to work with him. You live next door to him. I live over in Origin, I have to come all the way to this universe to see him... it gets expedited, but it's still a pain. He's so amazing. He fucked my ass without even being asked."

"Oh. I thought you meant right now. You're the one who got fucked, after all."

Kate shrugged. "He's nice. He probably just focused on me because I'm not here as often."

"Oh... yeah... that does make sense..."

"Alright," Roger called out from the bathroom. "Both of you, get naked and get in here," he ordered.

Kate was pretty much already naked, but she didn't hesitate to strip off the last little bit - though she did leave her choker on. As such, she got to the tub first, finding Roger luxuriating in it (it was a pretty big tub), his cock growing hard as he saw her. She hesitated a moment as he looked her up and down, enjoying the way his eyes wandered along her body. "Get in here," he said, patting the water to his side, and she hurriedly moved to obey; when the other Kate arrived, she was directed to the opposite side. "Mm... this is nice," he breathed out, looking at both of them. His hands reached for their tits, fingers sinking in freely, just pawing at her. It felt good, the way his touch was uncaring yet full of desire - like she was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, yet also like he didn't give a fuck about her feelings. "Right. I want a double titfuck, piggies," he commanded.

The other Kate was the first to get into action, bending low to wrap her breasts around Roger's cock. Kate wasn't as used to doing that sort of thing, so it took her a second, and the position was awkward as she wrapped her breasts around his length. His cock was already thoroughly slick from the water, and as both of them started to work their tits around, more water splashed around.

The sensation didn't do much for her, to be honest, but looking up at Roger definitely did. His expression was one of cool confidence as the flesh of her breasts pushed up against her twin's, the flesh pooling and grinding against one another. She could feel the other Kate's nipples scrape against her flesh, but she tried instead to concentrate on the sensation of Roger's cock - which meant she had to actually start rubbing Roger's cock, which required pushing back against her twin. The forceful press felt vaguely humiliating, jockeying for position in serving Roger, but the man himself grinned, so it was the good kind of humiliation.

His hands went to the tops of their heads, softly stroking both of them as they worked. The touch was affectionate and gentle, the smile on his lips sincere yet patronizing, and she felt herself getting horny all over again. She'd been thoroughly fucked in all three holes, had come so many times, and was now engaged in some weird kinky sex act with her twin... and she was wanting to get fucked again already.

If she wanted to get fucked, the best way was to show Roger how could she could be at titfucking him, and in fact at the same time she was having this thought, her twin was too - because her hands' pressure on her breasts intensified at the same moment the other Kate started pushing right back against her. She let out a small breath of exertion, glowering at the other girl for a moment, then trying to school her features - but Roger just chuckled.

"Look at my two little piggies, fighting over my cock," he said, his voice so patronizing it made her desperately want him to stuff his cock right down her cunt and start rooting around immediately. She glanced up at him as he looked down at them both, his expression cruel and selfish. For just a moment, she hesitated, wondering if maybe he didn't want her to fight - and her twin took full advantage, pushing her off his cock altogether, leaning forward to slurp on his cockhead as she monopolized his dick.

Kate pushed back against her, grinding her breasts against the other girl, but she couldn't even feel Roger's cock. For a moment, she just whimpered needily, not even caring that her twin hadn't gotten fucked yet - she wanted to prove she was a good girl for Roger, not let the other Kate get her turn. Then she realized that since the other Kate was busy sucking Roger's cock, she could speak up instead. "Oink oink, Master," she said, looking up at him hungrily. "Tell me what to do, I'll do anything for you, Master. I have lots of money so I can be your sugar mama, I don't care if you sleep with other women, I'll give you money, I'll be a little paypiggy for you-"

At that point, Roger groaned, his hips bucking up into the other Kate's tits, the water sloshing around the pair of them as he clearly orgasmed. Kate pulled her breasts back - not much point in continuing, since she wasn't touching his dick at all - and looked up at him, hopeful that her words had earned her his dick next.

When he finished coming, the other Kate popped off his cock, leaving his length throbbing in the air. She opened her mouth, showing where his cum had splattered all over her tongue, then swallowed it down, a little ritual the pair clearly were used to. Roger's cock twitched at the show, and he just grabbed the other Kate under the shoulder, dragging her up, aiming his cock right at her pussy.

Kate let out a sigh, and watched as Roger started to fuck her twin. Roger spared her a glance. "Start masturbating. If you manage to come five times before I nut in Sow, I'll fuck you again."

"Five? But it was three for-" Kate started.

"Six times now," Roger said, sending a thrill up her spine at the arbitrariness of the order. Obviously, it was a stupid complaint in the first place, Roger had already come a lot so it would take him longer... and besides, he got to choose if they had sex. If he wanted, she'd never get his dick again.

She swallowed and nodded rapidly, her hand going down in between her thighs to start masturbating.

Her first orgasm came fast... but she didn't manage to orgasm six times before Roger blew his load inside her twin, so she had to watch as the other girl got fucked in the ass, frantically masturbating to try to earn his cock.

The whole evening went like that, the three of them fucking all over the house, Roger telling them what to do...

It was a wonderful day.

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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!

* * *

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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