Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 92: Eyes for Nora
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While banging the hell out of Nora all afternoon had been very pleasant, she was so earnest about everything that I felt bad about playing on her kindness to get her to cover for me. I inwardly resolved to not skip work again.

"If you want... the day off," Xico said, as I sat at my desk, having finished my work. "You can just... take a day off..."

"Yeah, but then I get paid less."

She let out this adorable little gigglesnort. "Aren't you... rich, because, um... Mira gave you a big bonus? You own my home now."

Some very base part of me responded to the idea of owning Xico's house with a stupid thrill of arousal, and Xico blushed at that. I tapped at the desk, thinking about it. "Maybe you're right. Maybe I should talk to Mira or Hank about... getting more free time, going forward." The downside, of course, was that basically all my friends in this universe worked at Star Heroic, and by extension I had no friends around during work hours other than Nora.

Xico fidgeted at that thought on my part, her tails briefly sticking out like antennae before she curled them back in.

Right. Me spending all day banging Nora is probably not exactly what Xico wants.

"No-! Um." Xico swallowed, fidgeting. I gave her a look. I knew her well enough to know she wasn't the sort to feel jealous - I'd been inside her head, by igossing - but Nora was. There wasn't a universe where I got to just date both of them forever at the same time. Xico bit her lip. "...yeah..." She mumbled, then let out a sigh. "Nora is nice. If you... married Nora... I would be happy... for her," she said, in the most unconvincing voice I have ever heard in my life. She let out a long snort at that thought. "I would..."

"Alright," I said, not arguing with her. "I guess I'll talk to Mira about being in the office less."

* * *

"I see," Mira said with a hum. "You feel like the work you're receiving isn't challenging enough?"

"That's not what I said at all, but yes, it is kind of boring to spend seven hours here after I finish my actual workload. It's one thing when there's actual work to be done, another thing when I don't have it."

"There are performance-based metrics we could use to determine the time you spend in the office," Mira said. "But it also sounds like you enjoy spending time here." She smirked. "It is, after all, an office full of sexy superheroine, ah, would you call us sluts?"

"I wouldn't call you sluts, as it's rude."

"Right. But I can use the word, because it's referring to me," Mira said with a smile that said she was incredibly pleased at her own intellectual prowess, of figuring out that she was highly promiscuous for a woman by my world's standards.

I don't think it really required that much brainpower, though, since she was also highly promiscuous for a woman by this world's standards.

"To answer the question, yes, I enjoy spending time with you all for social things, but I don't like sitting in an office not working. I'd rather be at home not working."

Mira hummed, placing her hand over her mouth as she thought about it. "I hate putting tools away for good. I think I can find work worth doing. How good are you at stats?"

"Do I get paid more for doing stats?"

"Obviously I'm not going to increase your workload without increasing your wage. I'm a superhero."

"Then I'm good with stats. I actually briefly considered becoming an actuary back in college."

"Ooo, a man of many talents - accountant and actuary," she said, with a playful note to her voice. "I'll put together some things for you to do. Sorry for keeping you locked up in the office without anything to do."

* * *

Mira did in fact increase my workload. She roughly doubled it, with a similar doubling of my pay.

Unfortunately, that meant I was now doing about two hours of work a day, rather than one, leaving me insanely bored all over again, tapping at my desk as I thought about what to do with the new, slightly smaller, quantity of free time.

It was then that Vanessa poked her head in. "Hey!" She waved at me, then stepped inside my office, closing the door behind her.

"Hey," I told her. With her sudden arrival like this, I mentally calculated the probability that she'd developed a crush on me, given that she'd come into my office to give me a titfuck just a few days prior. Plus she was young, like Xico, and relatively inexperienced.

"So-! I know I helped you take the day off earlier, but I realized pretty much immediately it was a super dumb way to do it! I mean, what if they'd needed you for work?"

"Yeah. It's fine, Vanessa. I wound up getting a pay raise and more work," I told her.

"Oh!" She paused for a moment. "Um. Oh, am I interrupting your work? Shoot!"

"No, you're not. I finished what I had to do today."

"But it's not even lunch," Vanessa said with a blink. "Oh! You still don't have a full day's work?! That must be super boring. Okay!" She huffed and approached the desk, smacking down a piece of paper. "This is wa~ay better than my other spell!"

I looked down at it. It was just complete gibberish as far as I was concerned. "What does it do?"

"Basically, you poke here, and concentrate really hard on what you'd rather be doing instead of boring old work," she explained, clenching her eyes shut as she demonstrated. A little puff of glowing smoke escaped her clenched-shut eyes, and it then moved around, slowly forming into a humanoid figure - and then there were two Vanessas standing there in front of me. "Whew," the one with her finger on the paper said. "I was kinda worried it wouldn't work."

"Please, fuck me again, Mr. Cooper," said the other one. Her voice was thick with arousal and desire, almost clogged with a sort of raw animal need that was unmistakable. My cock throbbed.

"Um." Vanessa paused, glancing at her copy. "Well, I picked that because- you know," she said, giving me an awkward laugh. "If you don't want to, that's fine, I can, um, make her disappear if I just..."

"No, it's fine," I told Vanessa, who instantly perked up - and the one that wanted to fuck reached for her blouse, starting to unbutton it. "Lock the door," I said.

Okay. Maybe Nora had given me some kind of clone fetish, because seeing two Vanessas standing in front of me had me raring to go. Or maybe that was just being a guy - but either way, original-Vanessa was closing and locking the door, while clone-Vanessa was stripping. "So, how does this work?"

Original-Vanessa spoke up, even as her clone's tits bounced while she wiggled out of her skirt. "She does the thing she was made for, and then she returns to me, bringing all her experiences and stuff. Or, that's what's supposed to happen. I can unsummon her if it doesn't work right."

Clone-Vanessa bent over my desk and presented her butt to me. "Do you want to do it in this position? I think you liked being on top, and I want to fuck really bad, so we can do it with you on top." Her voice betrayed a sort of horny monomania that was extremely sexy to me, my cock pulsing in my pants.

"Sure," I said, hurriedly unzipping my pants, my cock plopping out and smacking her plush ass. I glanced up at the Original-Vanessa. "So, how is this for you?" I asked her. "Does it feel good, or...?"

"Ah! Well, I'll experience it when I reabsorb her, and she'll rejoin me automatically, once it's done," she explained. She licked her lips. "Man, if we had a bed, we could do one on the lips and one on the dick." She obviously desperately wanted some stimulation herself - and for my part, I just pushed into the clone's pussy, enjoying the way her body trembled beneath me, quivering on my dick.

"Oooo, yes, this is it, ahm, this is what I was literally made for," she asid, letting out a little giggle as those words. "Thanks, Mr. Cooper, you're really, ahm, a fun guy, a fun time, ahhh, I'm so glad Xico introduced us." My cock pulsed inside her as I fucked her. I was really taking my time with it, mostly because she seemed crazy sensitive at the moment. I could feel her trembling on almost every thrust, and the original Vanessa watched, her lips pursed.

"Hey, come over here," I told her, and she immediately did as she was told. I planted one hand on her hip, guiding her to sit down on the desk - and also giving me the opportunity to slip my hand under her skirt, starting to tease her pussy through her panties. "Tell me what you want me to do to your clone," I told her, my voice as husky and seductive as I could make it.

Clone-Vanessa immediately came, hands snapping up to cover her mouth as she moaned and jerked on my cock. Her pussy spasmed happily around my dick as she orgasmed on my cock, and I just sighed and rode the wave. Original-Vanessa watched the scene, wriggling on my fingers softly, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth as she watched the scene play out. Eventually, though, her gaze fell back on me. "I want you to take your shirt off, for one!" She declared with some excitement. I had to stop fingering her for that - but luckily, I had super speed. She pouted a little as I sped through the act. "You should do it slow and sexy- ahn," she panted out, as I slipped my fingers into her panties, rubbing at her lower lips, teasing her clit with my fingertips.

"If I did it slow, I'd have to stop fingering you, and you don't want that, do you?" She squirmed on my fingers, panting as I diligently ran my hands all around her sex.

"Nnm, maybe," she breathed out. "You're so ffffucking hot, I didn't believe, ahm, Xico about her cool older boyfriend, but she wasnnnn't lying," she continued, quivering on my fingers, while her clone panted in response to each thrust of my hips inside her. That plush ass of hers was fully presented to me, her breasts hanging low. My hand went up to the original's breasts, groping one of them in my hand, feeling her up through her bra, and she just gasped in response to the touch.

"Grope my tits instead," the clone said as she saw me doing as much - and I decided to go for it. After all, the original was still wearing a blouse and bra. The clone's breast felt exactly as good as the original's, and my cock pulsed inside her. "Oh, yes, ohhhh, I want you to fu~uck me so bad," she whined out.

The original looked at her clone in momentary confusion, then spoke up. "Um. Tell her how good she makes you feel, and fuck her hard, with that, insanely hard magic sex fucking thing you do," she said, wiggling her fingers in the air vaguely.

I knew what she was talking about, and I started to ram inside her clone in response, using my superspeed to bring both girls into a superstimulated state. The one I was fucking once more clamped her hands down on her mouth, and I tilted my head to watch as the breast I wasn't groping jiggled obscenely, the constant fucking making it go forward and back at an insanely quick pace in real time, and a slow but short pendulum motion at speed. The one I was fingering just closed her hands over her mouth as I slipped my hand inside her waiting pussy, shivering in place, eyelashes rapidly fluttering in response to the way my fingers played with her pussy.

Eventually, I felt like I'd made both versions come enough, and I dropped speed back down to normal. Wet heavy pants filled the air as the two girls recovered from my brutally fast and intense sex, Vanessa's pussy still quietly quivering around my dick. I just breathed, drinking in air for a long moment as I rested inside the clone's pussy. "What qualifies, as done with sex?" I asked the original, as I teased her sex.

"Hu~uh? Oh, uhm," Vanessa blinked rapidly as she thought about it. "When you come, I think."

"So when I come inside this Vanessa, she'll stop existing?" I asked. "Won't that make a mess?"

"N-no, only once the orgasm's done, yeah," she said, shuddering softly as she recovered from the earlier fingering. She licked her lips as she caught her breath, blinking rapidly. "Yeah?" She asked the other Vanessa.

"Yeah," the clone said. "I want to get creampied by Mr. Cooper." The original blushed at those, embarrassed by her words, and I just started to pump my hips again. "That's right, Mr. Cooper. Fuck me and come insi~ide," she breathed, as I groped and caressed her breast.

With two girls at my disposal like this, and the clone's gorgeous naked body on display in front of me - it didn't take too long for me to come in that position, letting out a long sigh as I bottomed out in her pussy and came. She shuddered as she felt me. "Ohhh... ahm... finish... inside me..." she shuddered, legs curling up awkwardly in a weird spasming movement of raw desire.

Then I was spent. I pulled out of her, and she let out a long, shuddering breath, her body disintegrating into glowing pink smoke, which was promptly reabsorbed by the original.

The response of said original was also intensely sexy: her mouth fell half open, her eyes unfocusing, her whole body trembling. She was fully clothed, but the desk was rattling as she jittered atop it, what looked like a particularly intense orgasm running through her.

It only took five seconds or so for her to come out of it, though, panting with flushed cheeks as she did. "Wow," she breathed out. She got to her feet, wobbling a little, glancing at the spot where her naked past self had been - and then glancing to the spot where her naked past self had abandoned her clothes. In both places was no sign that the other Vanessa had ever existed.

That did spark a thought. "Um. Wait, where did my cum go, then?" I asked. "Physically. Did it just disappear from the universe, or...?"

"Oh." She smiled cutely. "It didn't disappear." She gave me a wink, planting one hand on her stomach. "I can tell." She paused, glancing at the sheet again. "Whew! That was pretty fun, Mr. Cooper, for both roles! It was like I got to experience both roles in a Lilith's threesome! Admittedly, um," she paused. "It was kinda weird, too. Like, I enjoyed certain parts of it, and my clone enjoyed other parts of it. Sort of like if you sliced up your sexuality and distributed the two halves? Not really like that, though. It was fun, though! From both ends! Thanks for having sex with me," she said, with a smile. "Oh! Right," she said, going to the paper. "Do you want to use it yourself? You can just put your finger here, close your eyes and concentrate on what you'd rather do than work, and... poof! I'll have to use the magical energy, you don't have that much of your own," she explained, planting one finger on a different part of the paper.

I contemplated it. Vanessa was earnest, and honest - and I was bored. Why not? I'd just seen how it worked, and it was quite fun, so... I put my finger down where she indicated, closed my eyes.

I want to spend much of the afternoon with Nora. A nice, reasonably contained task. I didn't want to fuck Nora once and then crash out (mostly because I knew Nora would hate that), but also I didn't want there to be two Rogers until somebody fixed it because I'd given the spell some open-ended task. I felt something tug at my thoughts, taking those feelings and desires out of my brain and pulling them out past my closed eyelids. I let out a soft breath as the other me came into existence.

"See you, I guess," the other me said, giving me a casual wave as he beelined the door.

* * *

One of Nora's bodies sat in her apartment. It was browsing the internet on a cheap laptop she owned, providing her other bodies with instant access to useful information. She flicked through satellite maps as she simultaneously tried to track down and surround a suspect through the tangle of the city. When she finally had three bodies in a pincer around him, she smiled softly at the digital glow of the screen - and then was upon him, pinning him to the ground in short order.

It is very difficult, even in ideal conditions, for an individual to fight off multiple attackers. It becomes nigh-impossible when those multiple attackers are all physically fit, regularly practice combat, and are bodies of a single consciousness capable of perfect coordination.

There was a heavy knocking on her door, making her jerk to instant alertness. "Nora," Roger's voice called out, reassuring her that it was not a home invader, but also making her concerned. While Roger might knock on her door in order to say hello, he was beating quite insistently, as if he was worried she would not respond. Previously, he had been kidnapped from his home, so she instantly grabbed a long steel baseball bat from the side of her desk as she quickly approached and opened the door. "Nora," Roger repeated, and his expression did not appear distressed, though she had difficulty interpreting such things. He was smiling. She stuck her head out of the door, glancing from side to side.

"Are you safe, Roger? You are knocking very loudly on the door. Additionally, you should be at work."

"I'm at work," he told her. "It's a nice spell from Vanessa."

"A spell that gives you multiple bodies?" Nora frowned at that, her brow crinkling. On two separate occasions, she had a power copier attempt to mimic her power, which failed both because her power required a non-zero amount of time to create a second body, but also because coordinating multiple bodies was a difficult learned skill that she had been practicing since a very young age. However, Roger did not display any difficulties that she associated with that.

"It's more like I'm a split personality. Look," he said, reaching for her hand and taking it with surprising energy. Obviously Roger touched her, and kissed her, and had sex with her, and did other things similar to that, but his sudden movement came off as more intense and interested than was the norm for him. "I want to spend time with you."

Again, that was not something that Roger normally said. He was quite emotionally closed off, which was fine with Nora as different people had different levels of emotional expression. Nora was herself quite bad at expressing her emotions. Normally, Roger would have simply asked her if she wanted to come over to play video games and/or have sex. She felt her heart beat a little faster in her chest and her cheeks warm. "Yes, that would be very nice."

He used his grasp on her hand to just pull her along, moving with surprising forcefulness as he dragged her back to his room. She wondered what he wanted to do first, and as he took her to the couch, he put her down next to him, so it was likely playing video games. "I spent the trip over here thinking about what to do when I arrived," he explained, and she nodded along. "I don't want to only have sex with you - even if I really do love having sex with you - so I thought, just one of your bodies, we strip down to our underwear, and fuck whenever we feel like it. Otherwise, watch TV."

"I see." That did seem reasonable. While she had a very high libido, that was heavily mediated through her many bodies. If only one body was present, likely twenty minutes of sex would be enough for her to feel satisfied and ready to take a break. "In that case, I would like to start with sex first," she noted.

Roger laughed at that, and then pushed his forehead against hers intimately. His fingers then raced across her clothing - though he did not actually seem to be using his power. Perhaps he could not, in his current state? Either way, she did not mind, as while Roger's power had surprising sexual uses, what truly made Roger an excellent lover was his dedication to making his partner enjoy themselves. He peeled her out of her shirt, then her bra as well, leaning in to kiss at her neck, her collar bone, down towards her breasts as his hands worked off her pants and panties. She wished she had been wearing something more sexy, as she had noticed Roger was a very visual lover, and-

Her thoughts cut off as he leaned down into her sex and kissed at it. His lips pressed against her softly, surprising her, as Roger rarely performed oral sex on her. (She found this very reasonable, as he had a much easier time making her orgasm than she had of making him orgasm, and thus techniques focused on making your partner orgasm without concern for your own pleasure should have fallen on her.) However, she very much liked him performing oral sex on her, as his tongue slithered along her lower lips, as he teased her clit with his hands. She laid back on the couch, her excitement unrestrained as Roger put a particularly large amount of effort into pleasuring her.

His tongue felt so good, sliding up and down her pussy; his breath tickled at her inner walls as he moved this way and that; he kissed and licked and nibbled at her clit. He tried a hundred different things, and then did whichever ones seemed to make her feel good. She felt amazing, and it took her little time to orgasm like that, moaning as she cast her head back, thighs clamping down on his cheeks for a moment before she stopped herself - and then he gladly took hold of her thighs, pushing them against his cheeks again. As if to say, I like it when you do that.

He kept eating her out for several long, intense minutes, putting everything he could into making her feel good. It was a very nice change of pace, her body quivering under his oral ministrations, her thoughts slipping off in a delighted bubble - and then, after her fourth orgasm, he finally pulled his mouth out from between her thighs, looking down at her with a smile. Licking his lips clean of her flavor. She looked up at him, panting for breath, her nipples perky with arousal, wondering if he considered that finished?

It was very nice. Roger was a very giving lover under normal circumstances, and now he was acting even more giving. Eating her out without any apparent expectation... but looking down at his groin, she could see he was aroused, and he had just put a lot of effort into making her feel good. "Thank you very much for that. It was very nice. I would like to make you feel good too, Roger," she said, reaching for his cock and caressing it through his pants. "Which position and/or hole would you most enjoy?"

"Whichever you want," Roger said. "We're only doing one-on-one sex, so I'd like to make sure you enjoy it."

That was very kind of Roger. He was, after all, a very giving and thoughtful lover. However, Roger had clearly inaccurately "normed" their relationship: one-on-one sex was actually normal sex, not a special thing she was doing for his sake. Thus, she had been eaten out and had four orgasms, and needed to show her appreciation. However, it was a common failure mode of conversations for both parties to ask the other party about their preference, so therefore it would be best for her to simply give her best guess of Roger's preference as her own. "I want to perform fellatio on you. If you wish, you can also watch pornographic material as I do so."

"No, you have my full and undivided attention right now," Roger said, which also made her heart beat faster, while she shifted on the couch. He sat down, and she helped him out of his pants, his erect penis bursting into the open air, telling her nonverbally that he was very attracted to her and aroused. She leaned forward to wrap her lips around his cockhead, and started to bob fairly quickly, as she knew that was the way that Roger preferred to have oral sex.

She ran her hands along his thigh, while he just softly pet her, running his fingers through her hair softly as she moved up and down. Wet glugging noises escaped her throat as she bobbed, and he sighed and watched her work. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, enjoying his small reactions and the way his breath started to hitch. He slid his hand down from her head, along her back, and then groped her ass, fingers digging into the flesh back there appreciatively. For a moment, she worried he was going to start fingering her - it made it difficult for her to focus on sucking cock, after all - but he didn't, just feeling her up, groping her ass, her thighs, her breasts, with obvious interest as she moved.

She focused on him entirely, trying to aim at maximizing his pleasure. Being groped obviously increased his pleasure, so there was no reason to complain about that. Instead, she licked all over his cock, her tongue tasting him as she twisted her head around to reach more and different places. When she next took him into her throat, rather than bobbing, she instead just swallowed, wetly slapping his cock with her tongue, and a glance out of the corner of her eye revealed that he was also enjoying himself this way too.

Her work became ever more intense, and eventually she wound up clambering off the couch onto the floor, bobbing on his cock as fast as she could manage. She didn't concern herself at all about her own comfort, as she had many other bodies, and very much wanted this sexual experience to be good for her. He looked down at her, fingers running softly through her hair. "That's so good, Nora. God, I love your mouth and how eager you are."

She considered responding verbally by popping off his cock to speak, but then realized that would be highly counterproductive, as it would make it difficult to continue sucking his cock. So instead, she merely hummed her assent and intensified her pace, pounding her face up and down his length, nose mashing into his pubes. He groaned, telling her in various ways that he found her very attractive, that she was sucking his cock very well, that he appreciated her hard work, that her tongue and throat felt very nice.

"Oh, I'm about to, nng," he panted out, his hips bucking up into her face. She took a moment to contemplate exactly what way he most enjoyed ejaculating, and ultimately decided to remain firmly fastened to his cock, slamming down to deepthroat his length in its entirety. She swallowed wetly around his length, further stimulating him, and he responded by gasping softly and ejaculating with a low groan, firing off hot loads of cum directly down her throat, making her hum as she felt him pulse and release inside her mouth.

When he was spent, she peeled back and off. "Would you like to continue going? I could continue with fellatio, as you made me come four times by cunnilingus."

"I'd like to just watch some TV with you," he said, and strangely those words were actually nicer than asking for more blowjobs or even suggesting sex. She got up onto the couch next to him, and he grabbed the remote, pulling on his underwear but kicking off his pants. She remained naked, seeing no real reason to get dressed since the only person who could see her was Roger (who liked to see her naked and who she liked to see naked).

They wound up watching a documentary about ball bearings, which was quite a bit more interesting than it sounded, as it turned out ball bearings were a core part of many important technologies, to the point that a major part of the Allied war effort during WW2 was reducing ball bearing production.

After the documentary's two hour runtime completed, however, it seemed reasonable for her to suggest sex. "Roger, let's go to your bedroom and have sex."

"Let's," he agreed with a smile - and then picked her up bodily, carrying her bridal style into the bedroom. Her heart pounded particularly fast like that, and it even reminded her of that time he 'saved' her from Fals. While the end consequence of that action had obviously been bad, and it had been unwise even at the time, she liked that Roger liked her enough to (foolishly) risk his life for her, though she wished he did not actually risk his life for her. She pressed her cheek up against his chest as he carried her around, listening to his breathing and heart rate. Sadly, unlike her, he did not appear to be experiencing a significant increase in heart rate due to the intimacy of the moment.

However, once he had laid her out on the bed, he quickly stripped himself naked, revealing his very attractive naked body to her. He took hold of her thighs in either hand and simply slid his length inside her in a heartbeat, making her let out a breath as she felt their bodies merge. He leaned down over her, keeping her legs spread, his cock wedged deep inside her - and then he started to fuck her, pumping at her pussy, pounding at her body, the mattress beneath them both squeaking as he got to work on her. His face was mere inches from hers, his eyes staring down at her - and then he tilted his head slightly and kissed her, her lips parting as he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

He was a bit slower with her than usual, just grinding back and forth deep inside her, but it was very nice, and she let herself be carried off by the sensations, her inner walls quietly and lovingly milking at his cock. His dick twitched and pulsed inside her as he moved back and forth, and she felt her breathing quicken.

Did he truly lack his powers right now? His hand was sliding towards her clitoris, but its movements were smooth and ordinary, not the sort of superstimulus he could bring to bear...

After some consideration, it was alright if he could not use his powers, as she was enjoying him kissing her, and fucking her, and playing with her clit. Particularly after she came in that position for the first time, his mouth swallowing up her moan as he just kissed her all the more frantically, practically pinning her against the bed as he made out with her like that. Wet, sloppy noises emerged from their kiss as he continued to fiercely kiss her throughout her orgasm. It felt very pleasant, and her hands reached up for him, running across his naked body, feeling him up. As he worked her body over, his scent slowly became stronger, his sweat beginning to fill the air in the room, adding another pleasant note to everything that was already happening.

He broke off the kiss, his free hand briefly stroking her cheek as he looked down at her. "God, you're so beautiful, Nora," he told her, and her heart fluttered in her chest again. "So sexy and hot," he breathed out in her ears. "I can't resist you," he told her, and her pussy clamped down on his cock tight as he nibbled on her ear.

"I love you, Roger," she told him. "I love you very much and love spending time with you, and performing fellatio on you, and having sex - oh, and cunnilingus as well, of course," she said. His cock twitched and pulsed in excitement inside her - and then he surprised her as he started to ram away.

It was not the grinding movements inside her. He leaned up, grasping her thighs in either hand, looming over her as he just fucked her into the bed. He had a good, highly effective angle, now, and he was pushing himself deep inside her on every thrust. The stimulation left her squirming, her lips parted. "Oh, oh, that is very good, Roger," she panted out.

"Come for me, Nora," he commanded her, his voice sounding both rough and needy, which was intensely erotic. Luckily, she was already quite close to the edge, and immediately came in response to that command, moaning and bucking her hips up into him. He growled, his own pace intensifying, rough and forceful and dominating. He often went faster than this during sex, but it felt different when he used his super speed - now, he was intoxicating with his sheer speed, forcefully pounding away with his hips like a man unchained from any inhibition, just raining down blows with his hips, his cock plunging deep inside her, again, and again, and again.

She moaned and rolled her head from side to side. She looked up at him, panting, her cheeks hot, her whole body slick with sweat. The intensity of his exertions wasn't just made manifest in the feeling of his cock pounding away inside her, or in the squeaking of the mattress beneath her - it was also visible in that increasingly intense smell, wonderfully thick, his masculine, personal scent that filled the air. That said he was consuming his own energy, that he was running himself ragged, just to make her feel good.

It felt so nice, both physically and psychologically, to be on the receiving end of such intense affection, and she came a good half-dozen times before, at last, Roger simply bottomed out inside her and erupted. His pulsing cock seemed to unload a particularly heavy load inside her, thick and warm, a physical representation of the fact that he had felt good.

He was left panting in the aftermath of his exertion, though, and pulled out of her. His cock twitched in the air for a few moments - and then he simply collapsed on the bed next to her.

She immediately moved to cuddle with him, of course, as post-coital cuddling was an important part of sex, and she wanted to show her appreciation for his hard work making her feel good. Additionally, it meant she pressed her cheek into his chest, sticky with sweat, and his odor was particularly sharp in that position, her hand idly running across his bare stomach as she just... appreciated him.

They just laid there like that for quite a while. Roger eventually brought his hand up, softly stroking her scalp through her hair, and she nuzzled into his chest and sighed in delight. "That was very pleasant, Roger," she said at last.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," he told her. "I enjoyed it too. Thank you for spending time with me."

"You are welcome. I am also very thankful that you spent time with me. Spending time one-on-one is nice too; do not feel as if you always need me to bring multiple bodies along for the sex that we have."

"Got it, babe," he told her, his fingers continuing to absently play with her hair. She closed her eyes, ready to just take a nap - and then Roger turned into glowing pink smoke and disappeared.

She frowned as he vanished. She was enjoying cuddling, after all, and additionally, people did not usually disappear shortly after sex with them.

It was, presumably, the duplicating magic coming to an end... but she missed him already. She drank in a breath through her nostrils as she laid on his bed, fully anticipating smelling him - but his scent was gone? She sniffed repeatedly. His scent was definitely gone. It was as if they hadn't spent the past half hour fucking in his bed and him sweating all over the place. Yes, it was exactly like that - she could also no longer feel any sign of the cum load he'd deposited deep inside her.

She sighed. That was probably also the magic.

She grabbed one of his pillows and stuffed her face in it. Luckily, his scent was still present there, and it was very nice.

* * *

When the day of work ended, I got ready to head home - and at about the same time, the memories of my other body suddenly hit me, the glowing pink smoke smashing into my face from seemingly nowhere. My time spent with Nora rushed through me all at once, including the blowjob and the hard fucking into the bed. It was so intense and felt so real that I briefly worried I'd creamed my pants (I had not). The entire process actually lasted ten or twenty seconds, but felt like the full however-many hours.

I just shuddered softly, waited for my dick to go down, and headed home.

* * *

I found Nora in my bed still, with her face stuffed into my pillow. I'd used my superspeed to get home faster, and to enter my house faster, so she hadn't had much time to move from that position. I could hear her dredge in the scent of my pillow, loudly sniffing it like she was snorting cocaine, and I was instantly hard again. "Hey, Nora, I'm back," I told her. "Want to fuck?"

She pulled her face out of the pillow to look at me. "Yes, please," she said, smiling lightly as she invitingly spread her legs - and I got in between them and went right back to work. My clone hadn't been able to use my powers, so it had to use more finesse than I normally did, and picked up some interesting new tricks - and I decided to combine it with my superspeed to fuck Nora absolutely senseless into the bed.

She wound up cuddling up to me again, sniffing happily at my chest, and just rubbed her face against me as she did so. It was very cute.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 91: Skipping Out On Work
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It was midday at work the next day - around the time I'd normally eat lunch - that Vanessa showed up in my office, slowly creaking the door open and peering in, looking more like a mouse than anything else. "Mr. Cooper?"

"Please, call me Roger," I said, and she nodded as she entered, closing the door behind her. "What is it?"

"I still feel bad about last night. I know you said I shouldn't! But I do! And I was thinking, I'd feel less bad if I did something nice for you, and you'd also enjoy that, so I asked Xico, and she said-" she gulped, cutting herself off. "This is what Xico said! Okay? She said it, as your, um, girlfriend or whatever, so it's not me suggesting it because I'm a pervert or whatever! She said you'd like it if I s-s-sucked your dick at work and maybe also gave you a, um, titfuck?" Her volume declined as she spoke, to the point that the last word was inaudible - but my dick was instantly hard in my pants anyway.

I let time stretch out, contemplating her words, then nodded. "Lock the door." She let out a sigh of relief, a big smile on her lips, clicking the door locked behind her.

"Whew! Sorry for being so nervous, um, I can totally get that guys like blowjobs, I mean, I like it when a guy gives me head," she said, as she approached me. "But I always thought that titfucks were just a porn thing, 'cause it looks good on film." She swallowed again, standing next to my desk. "Oo... it's all dark down there. It's gonna be uncomfy on my knees."

"You don't have to-"

"No! I want to!" She shook her head rapidly. "Sorry. I know!" She pulled off her top at that point, letting her large breasts jiggle a bit in the confines of a sports bra. It looked like it was one or two sizes too small, her flesh bulging around the edges, and she let out a little laugh as I stared. "They don't make that many bras in the right size for me, especially practical stuff. I know lots of girls wished they had huge tits like a porn star, but honestly, they're kinda inconvenient."

"I think they're very pretty," I told her, and she smiled at that - then laid the shirt down on the floor, folding it up, before kneeling atop it. I scooched my chair up towards her, and she unzipped my pants, pulling on them, tugging them down. "Not that it bothers me that Xico's smaller up top," I added.

"Right," Vanessa agreed, her hands reaching out for my pelvis, fingers stroking and feeling up my cock through my underwear. She swallowed, a loud noise that seemed to fill the air, and then tugged my underwear down too. My dick burst free into the open air right in front of her - and the eighteen years and one day old girl leaned forward to wrap her lips around the tip of my cock, tongue swirling hungrily around it. Her tongue flicked this way and that as her lips softly, thoroughly suckled on the tip of my cock, wrapping around my cockhead as her cheeks hollowed. Hot breaths spilled out over my mouth, her eyelashes fluttering rapidly as she squirmed in place, gulping and glugging quietly around my dick.

It felt really nice, with her just sitting there on the tip... but I had finished all my work for the day, and I had a cute, large-breasted, very energetic and willing girl down on her knees in between my legs. I decided to try just grabbing one of her horns, the big curvy things seeming to practically beg to get used this way, and her eyes briefly opened in surprise. It took her a couple seconds to process what I was doing - then she hummed and nodded, slurping noisily around my dick as if to signal her assent.

I used my grip on her horn like a handlebar, pulling her forcefully down my cock. I fully expected for her to gag - I was apparently the guy satisfying all her fantasies of fucking an older guy - but I guess she'd gotten some practice in with younger guys, because she smoothly took me all the way to the base in a single, long movement. Her throat gulped wetly around my dick, as her nose mushed into my pubes, her hands coming up to softly run along my thighs.

"Nng, that's good," I breathed out, relishing the sensation of her throat around my cock. In response, she swallowed all the faster and more intensely, her tongue beginning to wriggle, her head gently twisting from side to side down there. Her pink eyes looked up at me, double dog daring me to come right down her throat right then and there, and my body certainly considered compliance - but she hadn't been going that long. The gentle shift of her body pushed her fat tits into my legs, and that was enough to make me decide that I needed to do more than just get throated at the moment. I peeled her up and off, and she sucked in big, heaving breaths, her big, heaving breasts rising and falling with each one. "Let's do the titfuck thing," I told her.

"Yes, sir," she agreed instantly, a bright smile on her lips. She hooked her fingers into the underside of her bra, staring up at me eagerly, watching my face, teasing me as she pretended to raise the bra up, then let it down, twice, just to see my reaction. She let out a little giggle once she was satisfied she'd gotten to see something cute from me, and pulled her top all the way off, letting her large, soft breasts bounce into the open air. Her nipples were perky with arousal already, and she grasped one in either hand, then just drooled down onto her tits, rubbing the spit in but ultimately not covering that much. "Oh! Oh, can you lather them up yourself, Roger? It'd be really sexy," she said, her voice sounding super excited with the thought.

"Sure," I told her with an indulgent smile, and she hopped up onto my lap, just mashing her tits into my face from either side, hands cupping her full breasts. I leaned into them, licking all over the supple flesh, enjoying as goosebumps ran across it and the girl herself shivered in place. Her breasts jiggled and practically slapped at my face while I did that.

"Ohhh, that's so nice, Mr. Cooper, your tongue feels so gooood, older men are the be~est," she sighed. "You know so much more about how to make a girl feel good than boys my age," she said, shuddering softly as she spoke, her entire being seeming to tremble with an endless arousal as I licked all over her big fat tits. Several times, I had to work up a fresh mouthful of spit, but eventually, her breasts were lightly shiny with my spit - and she looked down at them, fondling them for a moment, rolling them this way and that, trying to find some spot that wasn't lathered up so she'd have an excuse to keep getting her breasts worshiped...

But I had, in fact, licked her tits thoroughly, so she got down on her knees in between my legs, and just mashed my cock in between her tits. I groaned at the sensation, her soft, warm, full breasts just wrapped tightly around my dick, and then she started to gently work those tits of hers along my dick. At first, it was both together, a gentle thump-hump, her eyes focused up on me as she tried to read my expression for any sign of displeasure. Her breasts rose and fell, massaging my whole length in long, steady movements that felt excessively pleasant around my cock.

Then she shifted the pattern, going from bouncing up and down with both tits, to really massaging and grinding them in: one tit went up while the other went down, smothering my whole cock in those warm pillows. I groaned in pleasure at the sensation, leaning back to really admire the scene playing out. Vanessa wore a smug smile as she worked me over like that, a cheeky little grin as she upped the pace and the pressure. "You like that, huh? Like my big young tits rubbing all over your cock, huh?" She licked her lips hungrily. "Go ahead and come whenever, Roger. Mmm, I want you to come, I want to feel that manly spunk splatter all over my tits, come on, just come and spurt," she breathed out. Her arousal was obviously pretty high at this point, and I honestly felt a little bad for her - it wasn't like a titfuck was terribly likely to make her come, after all.

Still, she felt fantastic, and I started to buck my hips back and forth inside her breasts, pumping up and down a couple inches. She panted as I did so, eyes staring up at me, smoldering with arousal, and when I felt myself getting close, I grabbed her horns and tilted her head down towards my cock. She didn't need to be told what to do, wrapping those pretty lips of hers around my cockhead and just sucking, hard.

I came at that point, groaning as I did, Vanessa herself greedily sucking and gulping and swallowing, taking down every last drop of cum. When I was finished, she popped off my cockhead, wiping her mouth for a moment before she started to grab her clothes. "I hope that was really nice, Mr. Cooper," she said, as she stood up to get dressed. "Oh! Um. I can also do magic stuff, if you have any problems that could help with?"

I chuckled. "The only problem I have right now is that I have to stay at work, even though I'm basically done with it, and your blowjob and titfuck helped with that," I told her, giving her a warm smile.

She blushed a bit at the compliment. "Thank you. Oh! Ohhh, I have an idea, Mr. Cooper, um, hang on," she said, having gotten herself dressed. "I think I know a spell, but, um, I'll be back!"

She rushed out of my office, and I just leaned back towards my computer to browse pictures of puppies and play some Tetris online. She eventually returned with a notebook, huffing and puffing a bit as she came over to me, planting the notebook down next to me.

Its contents were a scribbled mess of alien runes. I just stared at it for a few seconds before tilting my head up to look at Vanessa. "What is this?" I asked.

"Ah! It's a magic spell, sorry - well, two spells, but-! One spell makes it so people won't notice you for a couple minutes as long as they're not looking for you, and the other spell creates an illusory duplicate of you! So I can cast them, and then you can walk out of the building, but this duplicate will stay in your office and grunt and say you're busy if anybody bothers you!"

I stared at the runes for several long seconds, but there really was nothing much that I could gather from them. "Is this safe?"

"Um." She paused for a moment, planting one knuckle against her lips as she went into a faraway view. "Yes! Yes," she said. She looked at the paper, eyes flicking across it rapidly. "Yep! It won't do anything but what I just said."

"You sound... unsure."

"I can use it on myself, if you want? But I actually have to be here... well, I guess I can just redo the casting." She licked her lips, then planted her fingers on the center of two separate circles. "In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, hodie laborare vehementer nolo! Adiuvate me domum ire et otium capere!"

Pop. A figure of Vanessa appeared standing next to her. "Hey," I said to it.

"Hey. I'm busy," she said. "Can't really talk." She tried to plop into my lap to use the computer, and I stopped her, pushing her off - causing her to pop like a soap bubble.

"Oh, it was programmed to pretend to use the computer," Vanessa explained. "See? Totally fine and safe, right?"

"...alright, fuck it, I can take a half day," I told her, and she grinned.

"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti..."

* * *

Nora heard someone entering Roger's room, which was worrisome, as Roger should have still been at the office. With the body that was at Star Heroic, she went to check on his office, peeking in through his door. "Hey," he said, his eyes briefly flicking up to her. "Can't talk. Busy."

She nodded and closed the door. There was no reason to alert him to an intruder just yet. The body that was at the shared apartment building grabbed a baseball bat and approached his apartment. He had given her a spare key, as a show of trust and just in case, and she quietly unlocked and opened the door, pushing it open, baseball bat at the ready. The unknown individual was sitting on Roger's couch, and from behind, looked like Roger. They also sounded like Roger. They leaned forward to go through several DVDs and games, humming exactly like Roger would have as they considered which one to buy.

It was entirely possible that this was, in fact, Roger. That would mean the one at work was the imposter. "Roger!" Roger whipped his head around to look at her, his gaze going to the baseball bat with a note of worry. "Ah! Quick! Confirm you are the real Roger by saying something only he would know!"

"You look really sexy when you're wearing a wig and pretending to be one of fifteen schoolgirls?" He said, sounding worried she would attack him.

She let out a sigh of relief - which she then stifled. That meant the imposter was at work. "Roger, someone is in your office, pretending to be you, right now."

He let out an awkward laugh, clearing his throat. "Ah, no, Nora, that's just an illusion that Vanessa made for me, so I could go home early." Nora's eyes crinkled as she considered him. He was... slacking off from work? Was Roger really that sort of person? "I finished my work for the day like two hours in... I thought I'd try this out. I guess I should have known I'd immediately get caught." He let out a small laugh. "Sorry, I'll get back to work-"

"No, you do not have to go back to work," Nora declared. While she did not approve of lying about whether or not you were at work, if Roger had finished his work for the day, then that meant it was reasonable for him to go home. She sat down next to him on the couch. "Perhaps I could talk to Hank about reducing your work hours. He is very open to listening to me, as I am a highly rational interlocutor who rarely makes emotional or sentimental decisions."

He let out a small laugh at that. "He may not interpret it that way when it comes to me."

Nora thought about it. That was true. She did very much like Roger, and in fact loved him, which might color her interpretation of his behavior. However, she imagined if the janitor had finished all of his work in two hours. While it might be the case that he would need to stay on site, in case of an incident, she would not feel comfortable requiring him to just stand around doing nothing. Emergency accounting was much rarer, and Roger also had superspeed which would allow him to go to the offices very quickly if something came up. "If any work that requires your accounting skills comes up, you must return to work immediately," she said. He nodded in response. "Good. Now, since you are home from work, that means that Xico and Kate and Stitch are not available to spend time with, since they are at work. To put it another way, that means that you will be lonely, except that you have me around."

He smiled at that, which was a very good sign: if a man smiled when you said the two of you would spend time together, that meant that he liked you. "Want to play some video games?"

She would have rather had sex, but while Roger had a very high libido for a man, he did not have a libido as high as hers, as he only had one body. Even if one assumed his superspeed dectupled his libido, and that men and women's libidos were naturally equal, it would still be only approximately half of hers. As such, she nodded. She did enjoy spending time with Roger, even when it was not for sex. "Yes. What game would you like to play?"

* * *

Nora and I played a handful of different games, bouncing between them as I tried to find one she could enjoy without knowing that much about games. We actually wound up just playing chess on the console for a while, since she knew the rules to that. It was part of the basic suite of games, and included a good dozen chess variants, which we went through pretty quick.

After an hour of just enjoying spending time with Nora... well, I'd fucked Vanessa's tits right before coming home, so I hadn't been in the mood when she'd come into my apartment. (Especially given she'd been ready to smack me in the head with a baseball bat.) Now that I'd had some time to cool down, though, and watching Nora cutely struggle at various video games while obviously trying to enjoy them just because I did... my libido was back to life and raring for action. "Want to have sex?" I asked her.

"Yes," was her immediate response, and she knew me well enough to start stripping right then and there. I enjoyed the sight of her abs coming into view, and then her wiggling her way out of her sports bra, revealing those nice, firm tits of hers. "What sort of sex would you like?"

I was feeling generous, so rather than just asking for a blowjob... "Do you have any particular fantasies you'd like to enact?"

"Yes. I would like to have group sex with multiple bodies of mine bouncing on your cock simultaneously."

I couldn't help but laugh at that, leaning in to kiss her. I'd been asking thinking of Vanessa's weird mind control thing - but this was Nora, after all. "Then bring them over. As many as you think you need."

"Yes, Roger," she agreed with a small smile that told me she was extremely happy with this. "Ah. Once I have started having conventional PIV sex with you, I will not want to fellate you, and we must wait a non-zero amount of time for my bodies to come by, so perhaps I could blow you while we wait?"

"Sounds great, babe," I told her, and she smiled at those words, too, pulling down my pants and underwear, letting my cock burst into view. Her hand gripped it near the base, angling it at her mouth, and she just smoothly sucked my dick into her mouth, starting to bob slowly at first, then frantically after a little bit, pulling her hand away as she facefucked herself on my cock. I couldn't help but admire her shapely body, her tits bouncing as she moved like that, my hand reaching over for her ass to grope and feel it up.

She just wiggled in response, pushing her hand up into my ass encouragingly, as if to nonverbally say, Yes, grope my butt!

My cock twitched in response, and my fingers dug into her ass through her pants - then I popped the button on her pants, an unzipping noise following it up as I tried to slip my hand into it to just grope her ass directly. She hummed pleasantly around my cock and started to bob all the faster... "Do you mind if I turn on a porno?" I was pretty sure one was in the DVD player already, and she just shook her head, slurping noisily on my cock to emphasize the point without pulling back. I reached forward for the remote, flipping the TV over, and starting up a blowjob scene where the schoolgirl was sucking the incubus's cock.

While it definitely emphasized the incubus's body more than the schoolgirl's, she wasn't ugly, and I could see as Nora gingerly twisted her body so she could look at the porno as she sucked. She even started to mimic the female lead's exact pacing, popping off to instead slither her tongue across my cock this way and that, her gaze on the porno. It was an incredibly sexy sight, the way she put so much effort into it, and I slid my hand further around, shifting from groping her ass to teasing her sex. She was already wet with arousal, so I just slipped a couple fingers in.

She let out a hot pant, and on screen, the camera's focus shifted to the guy's chest and face, a "from below" view that did basically nothing for me. Nora seemed to notice as much - or else was just reminded I was still wearing my shirt - and reached with one hand for my shirt, slipping her fingers underneath it, smoothly sliding up my torso to reveal more and more of my abs, watching them appear out of the corner of her eye with obvious lust. A hot, wet pant escaped her throat, brushing along my length, as I grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it off, her eyes entirely focused on my body for the moment, a low hum following it up as she started to bob all the quicker on my cock.

More than bob, really - she was facefucking me, and my focus went away from the porno to rest entirely on her, even when the viewpoint finally shifted back down to the girl sucking the guy's dick. I was fingering Nora as she pounded her mouth up and down my cock, a light pinkness to her cheeks from her continuing arousal, and the wet, noisy slurping of her mouth around my cock got more intense, as she tried to get me off that little bit faster, her eyes flicking up to mine to try to read me.

I just groaned, pumping my hips a little as I got closer to the edge, and she gulped and swallowed hungrily, slurping my whole cock up and just plastering her nose against my thigh as she held herself down. Her tongue danced around inside her mouth, twisting and slithering, as her throat tried to wring an orgasm out of me - and I let go, shuddering and sighing as I came straight down her throat. She hummed happily in response, able to tell I was coming - and when I was spent, she peeled up and off, breathing heavily for a few moments as she wiped her mouth, small tears having started to form in her eyes that were also soon wiped away.

"Roger, I am currently bringing over three bodies for group sex: one to sit on your face, two to sit on your hands, and this body to ride your cock, with the bodies rotating positions. However, I would like to know how many you would consider a 'maximum', despite the fact that you said 'as many as you think you need.' I only 'need' four bodies for a full on gangbang, but for example, you could stimulate two more bodies with your feet, or perhaps extra bodies could wait to have sex until you finish with the current bodies."

I let out a small laugh, gently placing one hand on her cheek and kissing her forehead. "You can bring over as many bodies as you have to spare. I'll work my way through them."

Her eyes seemed to light up at that. "Thank you very much, Roger," she said. "If there is any particular position you would prefer, please feel free to tell me what it is, and I will fulfill your preferences in order to reciprocate for your own generosity."

"I'll think about it," I said - then I rolled her over so she was on her back on the couch, earning a faint little noise of surprise. I just yanked her pants and panties off. "While I just have the one, though," I told her, pointing my cock at her slick sex and sliding in. She let out a hot pant as I started to thrust inside her, her body faintly jerking. "Mm, if I come inside I can't eat out that body," I told her, as I thrust away at her hips.

"With enough bodies, I could have them clean themselves out in the shower," she told me, her breath warbling from pleasure as I fucked her, and I leaned down over her, kissing along her neck and her collar bone. She moaned softly, fingers twining through my hair as the bed squeaked beneath us. It took her hardly any time to come, being as worked up and excited as she was, and the feeling of her muscular pussy spasming around my cock brought me sweet waves of pleasure as I fucked away.

In the end, I made her come three times before the first of her extra bodies arrived, her body growing slick with sweat as she writhed beneath me, her nipples perky, her blue eyes gleaming with arousal and desire, a faint pink note running across her skin. Since I hadn't come yet, the fresh body decided to get behind me and start rimming me, tongue dancing around in my asshole to make me come that much faster - and it certainly worked, earning an orgasm from me in short order, a low groan accompanying the action as I finished off inside her.

Once I was done coming, the two bodies took me back to my bedroom, laying me down on the bed. "Do not worry, or stress yourself. I will do all the work. Thank you very much for this, Roger, as I greatly enjoy this sort of group sex." She then clambered up on my dick - with the body that I'd just been fucking, still looking smoking hot as she drove herself down my dick. Her other body seemed ready to sit on my face, but she noticed that I was enjoying watching her breasts bounce, so instead it planted itself on my hand, trying to angle my arm so that it'd be most comfortable to maintain that position indefinitely.

My thumb brushed against that body's clit, my fingers driving inside her, and she let out a hot breath as she trembled on my hand. My other hand reached out for the body rising me, teasing her clit, and Nora let out a faint mewling noise before that body came. The other body spoke up. "It is unnecessary to do any work to make me come, Roger. I would like to have very long and sustained endurance sex with you, so please, take it easy, and let me do all the work, as I have multiple bodies and therefore many times the energy you do." My cock twitched inside her, that earnestly giving nature of hers incredibly appealing - and decided to completely ignore her, grabbing the body on my dick by the hips and starting to pump her up and down.

"It's fine. I have a lot of energy. Plus, there's some sports drinks in the fridge," I reassured her.

* * *

Once her bodies started showing up... I had to assume there weren't any important patrols, because it quickly went from four, to six, to ten. She wound up placing her bodies so I could rub their pussies with my feet, and I did my best to make it feel good for her, even if it was new to me. I would occasionally put my superspeed to use - either to give myself a mental break, or to make her come all the faster - and made her come quite a lot more than I orgasmed myself. She moaned happily in response, and when one body took a break, another was ready to take up the position. If I came inside, she'd swap out that body, sending it to the bathroom to wash out its pussy.

Her dirty talk was simple, but it never stopped, since she had so many bodies that one of them could always be speaking. "Thank you very much for making me come, Roger. You are very sexy. You feel so good inside me. I love how you use your tongue. You are a very talented and considerate lover, and I love you. Thank you for fucking me. Please continue to fuck me. I hope that I feel good and you come inside. It feels so good for me, I hope it is at least 10% as good for you, which would still be very good, though of course I would rather it be 200% as good for you. If there is anything I can do to make it better for you, I will gladly do it. Do not hesitate if it is unusual or kinky, as I love you very much and would like to share in your fetishes."

There was something very nice about being beneath so much eager and willing female flesh, especially as the bodies finally started to become actually exhausted, plopping down on the bed or wandering out of the bedroom to lay on the couch or even stumbling out to go to her room across the hall, just out of sheer exhaustion. Sometimes I'd make her go grab me some sports drinks from the fridge, which she would do like it was a medical emergency that she get that stuff down my throat as quickly as possible, which was also incredibly earnest and cute.

Once I got her down to only four bodies - the rest all sweat-soaked and red and panting - I finally decided to shift positions. It was easy to direct her to move however I wanted, so I bent one body over the bed, fucking it from behind, while fingering the other two, both bent over in similar positions. Lewd noises of pleasure escaped all three of their mouths, a chorus of moans and pants and gasps, uninhibited and delicious. The fourth body watched quietly, kneeling on the bed, seeming to assume that I was just wanting to fuck three bodies at the moment and she could wait in the wings. "Nora, come over here and kiss me," I commanded.

Almost instantly, that body kneeling over the body I was fucking, her lips puckered up in expectation of a kiss. I leaned down towards her, and she realized my hands were busy, so she clasped my head and pulled me into the long, frantic kiss, slurping and sucking on my tongue. Her lips smacked against mine, as she tried to slurp drool out of my mouth, and her breasts pushed into my chest as she clearly loved and relished the kiss - seeming almost to like it more than the body I was fucking liked getting fucked.

Well, okay, not quite that much.

Still, said body started to make it clear where her priorities were. "Ahm, ah, yes, kiss me, Roger, ohhh, I love your lips, you taste so good, kiss me, mm, I don't even mind that you didn't wipe your mouth, ahh, I'm so horny, this is so good," she got out, before that body came on my cock, pussy spasming happily as she continued to make out with me, fingers reaching out to feel me up, groping my ass, rubbing along my abs, pushing her chest into mine hungrily.

I came inside the body I was inside in short order, then laid the one that had been making out with me out atop her, pulling out and shoving my cock back in, leaning down over to kiss her. She moaned and gasped happily, hands running through my hair, passionately kissing me. "I love you, I love this, ohh, Roger, this is so nice, thank you for doing this for me, ahm, ahn, I love how horny you are, you're the best lover I've ever had, the best man -ahn!" The body that was speaking came at that point, my diligent fingers in her pussy pushing it over the edge, but its words were continued by a different body. "-I've ever been with, ahn, no boyfriend ever made me feel as good as you do, I love you, I love you, I love you~!" That body squealed too, orgasming as well.

Eventually, I came inside Nora one last time, groaning into her mouth as she moaned into mine, her inner walls milking me - not from an orgasm, but from an act of intentional will. Once I was done, I pulled out and finally just flopped onto the bed myself, panting heavily as I laid there, exhausted. Nora brought all four of the bodies I'd most recently been fucking up to cuddle with me, snuggling into me happily, rubbing her cheek against my chest on both sides, hands resting on my stomach. "Thank you, Roger, that was amazing, you are a very good lover."

I just panted. "It was pretty nice for me, too. Sex like that is always fun."

She kissed my cheek. "I know it is very exhausting for you to have sex with so many bodies, which is why I appreciate it so much. You are a very thoughtful and giving lover. I do want you to know that, when I say your sex skills are one of your greatest charm points, it is not merely due to physical attraction or mechanical technique. Rather, when you are making love to me, it is clear that you are driven by a very powerful urge to make me feel good, which is very nice and pleasant. It is like having a homecooked meal versus the most delicious takeout food. Even if the takeout food was better, the homecooked meal would speak more to your partner's earnest affection. I enjoy the sex particularly knowing that you are so giving a lover. It is a very high-tier charm point for you, especially given my extremely high libido. Thank you for fucking me for the past three hours straight."

"It's been three hours?" I breathed out.

"Three hours and eighteen minutes since I started to fellate you on the couch, and three hours seven minutes since you started to fuck me on the couch," she told me. My cock twitched a bit in response to that, and she smiled. "That element is also cute and sexy, that you find it arousing to know that you have had sex for so long."

I just laid there, enjoying being plastered under a pile of Nora's flesh, her sweat making her stick to me, her cheeks affectionately rubbing at my arms and chest... and started to think about other things I could do if I took time off from work like this.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 90: Vanessa
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"Happy birthday to you~ / Happy birthday to you~ / Happy birthday, dear Vanessa~ / happy birthday to you!"

Vanessa blew out the candles on her birthday cake, and everybody clapped. She smiled. She looked up at Dr. Siskander, her mentor in magic at Star Heroic. "So, since I'm eighteen now-"

"No," Dr. Siskander said, a doting smile on his lips, like he thought she was flirting as a cute eighteen year old thing. She wasn't! She was totally hoping he'd say yes and become her sexy older boyfriend! "I appreciate the compliment, Ms. Theophilus, but I don't think it would be appropriate for me to have a student-teacher relationship."

"Then you're fired, Dr. Siskander!" Vanessa declared, pointing right at him. "Date me now?"

He just shook his head, and Vanessa let out a sigh. She hadn't expected it to work, but she couldn't help but be disappointed! She was into older guys, and Dr. Siskander, being a superhero, was hot, rich, and good, the three ideal traits in a man! Also, as her mentor, he was nice to her!

"She's only joking, Dr. Siskander," her mother said. "Please, continue to mentor her in control of her magic," she added, with some slight strain to her voice.

Okay. It was important that she keep getting training... but Mom didn't have to sound so scared! She was just half-demon on her dad's side, what was the big deal?

"Alright, now that you struck out, open my present," Lope said, almost bouncing on her feet. Given the size of the present, Vanessa could guess what it was: some video game. Hopefully a good one, and not something Lope liked. She took it, casually peeling it open, while her mom cut the cake up to serve to everybody.

"Oh, cool!" Vanessa said. Bubblegum Farm Deluxe. It was a game where you raised cute animals made out of candy, which was much more fun than Lope's normal variety of games (games where you shoot people and/or race fast cars). "Thanks, Lope."

"I feel like she's surprised that my present was good. Is she surprised, Xico?" Xico just giggled a little at that, reaching out with her telekinesis to hand another present over to Vanessa.

It wound up being a group of three books: Fantasies of Dominion, Orion's Song, and Pater Familia. "They were... supposed to be good... and your genres..."

"Oh, thanks!" Vanessa said. "I'm sure I'll enjoy them!" It was probably hard for Xico to pick out good books, given her English skills.

* * *

Vanessa lay on the couch, hand on her stomach, feeling bloated and fat from having eaten three slices of cake. Lope sat on the floor in front of the couch, playing one of her own games, some dumb thing about shooting one zillion aliens with bullets. You'd think it would annoy Xico, given she was half-alien, but Xico was just texting away on her phone with a smile on her lips.

"Nnnguh," Vanessa whined. She rolled her head around to check to see if her mom or Dr. Siskander were around. "Hey. So. I'm gonna start working at Star Heroic proper soon, rather than just the internship thingy with Doc."

"Yep," Lope agreed, only half-listening.

"Are there any hot, single older guys there? I know Mikey's got a girlfriend, but he's our age anyway. I like my men to have at least a decade on me." Statistically, relationships where the man was significantly older than the woman were the healthiest! It did make it strange that it didn't work out between Mom and Dad, given Dad was around six thousand years older than Mom, but he was a demon who had dumped her on Mom before hiding back to hell like a deadbeat.

Both Lope and Xico paused, glancing at each other for a moment. You'd have thought it was incredible friendship powers that were allowing them to psychically communicate like that. Actually, it was just that Xico was a telepath, though. "I don't know about romance," Lope said, "but if you want to have sex..."

"Obviously I want to have sex!" Vanessa grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest tight. "I do have sex, actually! I had sex with- oop, can't kiss and tell," she said, just barely stopping herself. She wasn't a virgin! "Not with older guys, though. But now I'm eighteen and legal, so-!"

"Um..." Xico started. "Age... of consent... in New York... is seventeen."

"Wha-?!" Vanessa got up in an instant, grabbing her phone. No! This wasn't possible! She could have been fox hunting for an entire year - three hundred sixty five days - but she hadn't?! Her phone brought up the horrible truth in mere moments: she'd missed the chance to get plowed by a hot older guy every single one of the past three hundred and sixty five days, and she wailed in misery. "Noooo..." She paused. "Wait, there's a hot foxy older guy at Star Heroic you think I can get with?"

"Xico, text him," Lope said. "It'll be a great birthday present for her."

"Yeah, Xico! Please!" Vanessa had no idea who this guy was, but as long as he was hot, she didn't really care! She had finally been freed to enjoy the forbidden wonders of the flesh of older, more experienced men, and she didn't want to miss out!

* * *

I'd been texting with Xico during a day off. She wasn't the best texter, just in a mechanical sense - slow to respond and sometimes making random grammatical errors.

The girl had big, full breasts, long pink hair, and a pair of horns. She was clearly trying to come off as playful, vaguely pawing at the camera with long, pink nails. Her top had started to come off, teasing the possibility of her becoming topless.

It was probably one of the weirder conversations about sex that I'd had with Xico and Lope, but that was fine.

I actually wound up falling asleep on my couch again before Vanessa showed up, so I woke up again to banging on my door. "Helloooo?" She called out.

"Sorry," I called out, getting to my feet and opening the door. There she stood: short, curvaceous, and with a big bright smile as she saw me.

"Wow, you look really good, Mr. Cooper," she said. "You don't mind if I call you Mr. Cooper, right?" My dick twitched as I let her into my apartment.

"I don't," I told her. "Most people call me Roger, though."

"Roger... mm..." She hummed as she chewed on the name. "I mean, we don't know each other that well! Hi! I'm Vanessa Theophilus," she said, offering her hand to me. "I just turned eighteen, and I'm going to be working at Star Heroic Soon," she said, putting a vague sort of emphasis on that.

"Nice to meet you, Vanessa," I told her, taking her hand and shaking it.

"You can ask about the horns. Oh, or do you know already?"

"Xico has tails, so I just assume you're half alien?" I said. "Or a Nova?" I think some of them have mutations.

"I am... technically half-alien," she said, with a sly smile. "It's just my foreign papa isn't from an exoplanet. He's from Hell." I blinked at that. "If that's a dealbreaker, it's okay!"

"It's not a dealbreaker," I told her. "I'm just... surprised, I guess. I'm from a different universe, with a lot less demons and fae and bullshit like that."

"Oh, I get that," Vanessa said, nodding along. "Anyway, Dad fucked off after knocking Mom up, so I've never even met him. He's named Dantalian, if that name means anything to you."

"It does not."

"Good, that'd probably mean you were a warlock or occultist or something anyway. I dated a guy like that a couple years ago, blech. I bet it's like tentacle guys for Xico." She nodded to herself as if she'd spoken some profound wisdom; I, personally, had basically no idea what she was talking about. "Anyway! Nice to meet you, Mr. Cooper. You're from an alternate universe, that must be interesting?"

"It's actually the opposite, since my universe is much less interesting than this one."

She started to wander further into my apartment - and then spotted the hentai DVDs that Gillian had left on my desk, her lips parting softly as she saw them. "Oh my gosh!" She picked up the one about the incubus and the schoolgirl, and I inwardly cringed. Wasn't this basically like inviting a girl over and she finds interracial porn featuring her race first thing? "Aw..." She frowned at it. "It's mascdom," she said.

I let time stretch out, trying to flip the genders. I'd gotten a better handle on it, but it still sometimes required actual thought. That sort of response implied she was interested in being the dominant partner, and wasn't bothered by the concept of incubus hentai.

I definitely preferred the dominant role. If I was being honest, a big part of that was just the element of threat: there was something subtly threatening about a woman who actually had superpowers being on top. I'd been so willing to let May play the dominant role because I had thought she was just a normal, beautiful woman who liked being dominant.

On the other hand, Vanessa came off as bubbly, energetic, and cute - not threatening. Part of that was probably that I didn't know what her power was, but that didn't change the reality. Plus, I'd like to make her first time with me special, so... "I can play the role of sub, if you want," I said.

Immediately, her eyes widened in surprise and delight, a big smile on her lips. "Really?! Thanks, Mr. Cooper!" She cleared her throat. "Um, that doesn't sound right. Roger," she said, trying to make her voice artificially husky. "Come along, Roger," she said, walking to the wrong door - and realizing as much when she opened it and saw it was a storage closet. She flushed a bit, spinning around to the opposite side of the room. "That one's your bedroom, right?"

"Yes," I agreed, opening the door for her. "What do you want me to do, Ms. Theophilus?" I asked.

"Strip," she said, trying to return to more dominant, commanding vibes. I grasped the base of my shirt, enjoying as she stared at me, watching my abs slowly come out into the air. A hot breath escaped her mouth as she stared at my stomach, at my chest - and when I pulled my shirt the rest of the way off, her mouth was half-open, drool accumulating on her lower lip as she stared with undisguised lust. I popped the button on my pants, enjoying the way she jerked slightly yet kept staring, her gaze going down to my groin as I worked my way out of my pants, leaving me wearing just a pair of briefs, my hard-on straining against it. "Wait wait wait," she said, as my fingers caught the waistband of my underwear. She gulped, stepping towards me, her fingers reaching for my pelvis.

She cradled my cock like that, letting out soft breaths as she fondled me through my underwear. She took in several deep breaths through her nostrils, staring down at my dick - and then finally she pulled back. "Okay. Finish stripping."

"Yes, ma'am," I said, with a small nod, peeling my way out of my underwear, and she let out a small whimpering noise of delight as my cock burst out into the open air.

"Your cock is so beautiful, Mister," she said, her voice dripping with sincerity as she briefly forgot all about playing dominant, to instead just reach down and stroke my bare dick. Her soft fingers slid all along my length - and then she restarted her brain enough to do something else. "Lay down on the bed. I'm going to fuck your brains out."

I resisted the urge to snort at that line, dutifully lying down on the bed, my cock pointed up at the ceiling. Vanessa hurriedly stripped herself naked, taking off her top, her bottoms, her panties - really, everything, as fast as she could. It made her tits and ass both jiggle and ripple deliciously, the show lewd and delicious - then she hopped onto my lap, my cock rubbing along the line of her wet sex. She shuddered softly as she ground against my dick for a long few pleasant seconds, hands going down to my stomach as she just enjoyed teasing herself - and me - like that.

"Beg for my pussy, Roger," she told me, her voice husky and her breathing heavy as she ground back and forth along my cock. "Beg for me to fuck you with my tight demon pussy." My cock twitched against her sex, idly slapping her, and she shuddered softly at the sensation, her eyelashes fluttering. "Beg for it, mortal," she breathed out.

"Please, fuck me with your tight demon pussy," I said, my voice slightly strained from the desire to actually get to the sex part of this whole thing - and she grinned, casually pointing my cock at her pussy and then driving herself down my length.

She let out a gasp as she swallowed me up, her eyes unfocusing for a moment as she swallowed up my whole cock. She let out a quiet moan, and forgot all about dominating me to instead just roll her hips around on my cock, rubbing all over her inner walls with my dick. She was psyched up enough that she came within a few rotations, moaning and shivering atop me, her large breasts bouncing delightfully as she came, pink nipples perky and full of desire. I reached up for her breasts, fingers softly sinking into them, and she quivered in response, twitching lightly atop me. I played with her breasts as she came, her nipples scraping against my palms.

"You feel so good," I breathed out, doing my best to play the role of the sub. I ground my hips up into her, making her let out a sharp noise of surprise and pleasure. "Please, keep fucking me, ma'am," I pleaded, and she nodded rapidly, her tongue dancing out past her lips as she relished the sensation of my cock inside her. She started to bounce at that point, her brain restarting, her hands coming down to press against my stomach, making it easier for her to bounce.

She was definitely cute like this - and there was a sudden sharp color to her cheeks, with her pushing down against my palms. The momentary crushing of her breasts between my hands and ribcage ended as I pulled my hands away, and she soon grasped my cheek, pressing her lips against mine with a force and eagerness, tongue diving into my mouth like it was going out of style. She licked along my gums, sending shivers through my body, while softly moaning and panting and grinding atop me, her breasts squished into my chest, nipples like diamonds tracing across bare skin.

She tasted quite nice, and my tongue reciprocated her own frantic movements inside my mouth, licking up at her too. Her hands grasped my hips - and then she started to bounce, pumping her tight cunt up and down my dick.

In this position, my hands were free, and there was nothing to do but touch her. I could grope her ass, feel up her plump thighs, run my hands all the way around to tease her tits, brushing along her nipples... but in the end, one of the most convenient, sensitive spots was the same as always, and my fingertips wound up trailing around her clit, making soft, slithering circles.

Then I decided to make it even better for her, letting time stretch out, my fingertips running along in the strange and intense way that only my power let me. It took only a couple minutes from my point of view to make her come - so from hers, it was more like ten seconds, a wet, heavy moan escaping her throat, spilling out into my mouth. I let time take on its normal course, and she frantically bounced atop me, big tits making fleshy noises against my bare chest as she moved like that, keeping up the kiss despite herself, fingers clasping my cheeks tight as she slurped on my tongue and tried to drink every droplet of spit out of my mouth.

When she was finished coming, she finally broke off the kiss, panting heavily as she leaned up, showing off a gorgeous young naked body, her breasts hanging low. "You want to play with my tits, don't you, Mister?" She asked, a slightly-smug smirk on her lips. "Go ahead. Touch 'em all you want."

I reached up for her breasts, having been given permission, and enjoyed the soft, full feeling of the large things in my hands. I wasn't a pure tit man or anything, but such a large pair was definitely nice, and she started to bounce on my dick, idly flipping her hair over her shoulder as she started to work up her pace again, bouncing up and down in a hypnotic pattern, pink eyes full of smoldering lust. "You're so beautiful, Vanessa," I told her, and her cunt tightened by way of response, making me shiver and jerk.

"That's right I am," she panted out, clearly getting closer to the edge. "Yeah! Take my pussy!" She started to really work her hips on my dick, pounding away, making me grunt, and the intoxicating force of it probably would have pushed me over the edge... if it wasn't for the fact that it also made her come in about a minute, real time, grinding her hips down against my dick as her eyes peeled back, her pussy going wild around my cock. It felt nice, but it also reduced the amount of stimulation I was receiving, letting me just sigh as her slick cunt went crazy around my dick.

When she finally came down, she was panting and a little flush with embarrassment. "Sorry," she grunted. "It's my first time with an older guy... I'm just really excited," she admitted. "Plus you're really hot, and nng, I love being on top, and having you feeling me up," she told me, her voice dripping with genuine arousal. "Let's get your orgasm milked out of you, though," she noted, starting to bounce on my cock all over again, letting me feel up her tits as she rode me like a wild woman.

I didn't try to hold back - but Vanessa was clearly on a bit of a hair trigger as she bounced up and down. Heavy, wet breaths spilled out of her mouth, while her pussy squelched excitedly on my dick. She'd orgasm every minute or two, interrupting her rhythm, leaving her just grinding against me, and it kept me from quite arriving at the point of orgasming myself.

Eventually - after probably twenty minutes and at least ten orgasms on her part - she managed to drag me over the edge without coming herself, letting out a sigh of relief as she felt me start to come. Each squirt of hot spunk inside her pussy made her shiver and close her eyes, drinking in deep breaths through her nostrils, grinding down against my pelvis as she casually licked her lips. When I was utterly spent inside her, she finally let out a sigh of relief, popping off my cock altogether.

I was still hard, though. She bit her lip, contemplating my dick like that, one hand reaching down to stroke it as she thought things through. "Mm... it's a really nice big dick," she told me. "Older guys really do take longer to come, huh?" She asked, and I nodded. "I kinda thought that was porno BS. You know, an excuse for the video to last two hours or whatever." My dick twitched a little at those words, and she giggled. "I don't want to actually do it for two hours! Unless you can...? Mm..." She thought about it. "We can at least do one more round," she declared, getting atop my cock and starting to bounce all over again, losing herself in the moment.

* * *

In the end, we went three rounds before Vanessa's legs seemed to turn to jelly. She laid across my body, her full breasts squished into my chest, sweat coating her skin, her chest heaving with the exertion of it. No wonder - she'd been fucking me for a solid hour, and had orgasmed at least thirty times, by my count. I casually pet her, which was a little awkward, with her horns. "Nnm," she mumbled. "That was super nice. Older guys are the best," she told me, wiggling against my chest, rubbing her tits against me in the process. My cock twitched inside her at those words, and she giggled as she felt it. "I can't keep going, Mr. Cooper."

"Please, call me Roger."

"Roger. My legs are all donezo bouncing on you for today. I may not even be able to walk out of your apartment."

"You can stay the night if you need to," I told her. I continued to casually caress her. "Hope this was a nice birthday present for you. I hear we're going to be coworkers soon."

"Oooh, yeah," she agreed, eyelashes fluttering softly, as she gave me a little kiss on the neck. "This was the best sex of my life. Only thing - ah, forget it," she said, suddenly ducking her head.

"It's okay. You can tell me," I told her. "I've had sex with a lot of women, I know girls have different tastes." Wow. I really did sound like the sexy older woman guiding her younger boyfriend into sex.

"It's dumb," Vanessa said, biting her lip. "But, um. I'm really into mind control stuff."

"Mind control stuff?" I prompted. I'd actually done 'mind control' with Mira, but I was pretty sure that Vanessa meant...

"As in, the girl mind controls the guy into being her love slave. I don't know. It's not even the mind control - well, it kinda is. It's the personality that the guy ends up with? Like, he has to do whatever she wants, she can be lazy and a jerk, and he's still stuck in love with her. Ugh. It sounds like some lame incel fantasy."

"It doesn't. I understand completely," I told her. "Do you want to do that?"

Her eyes momentarily widened - then she nodded quickly. She actually got off me, a little wobbly, and grabbed her pants, pulling out her smartphone and hurriedly raising it to point it at my face - it was set to the emergency screen. "I'm gonna pretend to be hypnotizing you, you know the smartphone scenario, right?"

"I do," I told her with a warm smile - and she rapidly clicked back and forth from the emergency screen to her lock screen, making the screen flicker between near-white and near-black as she pointed it at me. I pretended to go slack-jawed and hypnotized, staring dully at the screen.

She gulped, and I could see the flush of her cheeks out of the corner of my eyes. It was obviously embarrassing to enact this fantasy - but on the other hand, she'd just gotten permission from a hot older guy. "You are completely, head over heels in love with me. You would do anything to become and stay my boyfriend. You love sex with me - it's the best sex of your life, better than any other woman. Anything weird or humiliating I suggest, you don't find weird or humiliating at all, but fun and sexy." She swallowed, then put down the phone, and I blinked as I pretended to come out of it. She hesitated for several long seconds - and I decided to stand up, just picking her up and laying her down on the bed.

"You seem tired, dearest-"

"Call me 'my lady,'" she commanded.

"You seem tired, my lady," I went on, like it hadn't been anything worth commenting on. She faintly wriggled on the bed, obviously excited. "If you want to keep going, I can be on top. You can tell me exactly what you want out of me."

"Yess... you should do all the work," she agreed immediately. "Fuck me good - focus only on my pleasure. Only my pleasure matters, got it? Your pleasure doesn't matter at all." Her breathing was becoming shallow as she rapidly enacted the most extreme form of her fantasy.

"As you wish, my lady," I agreed, clambering atop her, pointing my cock at her slick sex and driving my length slowly inside her. She shivered at the sensation, clearly already at a high bar of arousal. I let one hand slide along her thighs, thumb teasing at her clit. "I can make you come very quickly," I told her, my cock twitching faintly inside her as I contemplated her form, the strange dominance/submission of this position...

"Do it. Your orgasms don't matter, so it's no problem if I'm a quickshot," she explained, probably a bit too quick to explain it - but I got to work, using my powers the way I always did when I went all out.

Time stretched out. My thumb brushed against her clit, my hips (from my point of view) gently rooting around deep inside her, finding just the right angles. My other hand reached out for her breast. From my point of view, it took less than a minute before she came, which meant that for her, she pretty much instantly came, moaning and thrashing on my dick, her big tits bouncing around. I let time resume its normal pace as I enjoyed the sight of her like that, the way she trembled on my cock, cheeks glowing and eyes smoldering with lust - and when her orgasm finished, I let time stretch out again, bringing her to another quick orgasm.

The only real problem with using my superspeed like that, was that I couldn't tell what she was saying when she talked - so I compensated by not giving her the chance to speak. After getting into the groove, I was making her orgasm constantly, her body spasming in slow motion from my point of view. I leaned down over her, kissing across bare flesh at an accelerated pace, sucking one nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue. Her legs kicked at the air as pleasure raced through her body, her whole being trembling in pure bliss beneath my touch, and it was so fun it was easy to forget that I was supposed to be her mind controlled sex slave.

Still, after a good dozen orgasms, many of which ran back-to-back, I decided to let time resume so she could gather her wits. Her breathing was heavy and desperate as she looked up at me, her eyes slightly unfocused in the afterglow of pleasure. "It- it doesn't bother you, that I came a bunch, and you didn't." She told me more than asked.

"Of course not, my lady," I told her. "Only your pleasure matters." I felt her pussy tighten around my cock in response to those words, and I started to pump my hips against hers once again, this time slower, just rocking away. It produced a really nice view, with her large, soft tits bouncing with every thrust.

"My tits are the best - in fact, they're the only tits you're interested in. Other tits are just ugly."

"Yes," I agreed immediately. "How could I possibly be attracted to any other pair of breasts, after seeing these perfect ones?" She actually came at that point, despite the fact that I wasn't doing much more in between her legs, moaning and clawing at the bed beneath her. I leaned down over her, pushing her breasts together, her hard nipples rubbing at one another and my lips sucking them into my mouth. She pumped her hips up into mine as she mewled in pure bliss, eyelashes fluttering.

I grunted around her breasts, continuing to suck and lick and nibble at her perky nipples, while she just trembled and jerked beneath me. Hot, wet breaths that spilled out, her hand eventually reaching up for the back of my head, holding me against her in a delirious state of arousal. She was pretty much trying to mash my head into her tits, to smother me in them, and I let her, enjoying the soft feeling of them on either side of my head as they pushed against my cheeks from either side.

"Good boy, that's my- nng, that's my breeder, yes, you're just a fucking breeder, you don't deserve human rights, you're my plaything, a plaything for my cunt," she said, delirious enough with pleasure that it broke past any sense about what sort of things were appropriate to say during sex. "Say it! Say you don't deserve human rights, that you should be my property!"

Seeing her so desperate to get me to say something so ridiculous was definitely getting me hard. There was a momentary pang of concern - something left over from Fals - but I let time stretch out to actually think it through, her hands nearly frozen holding me in her bosom. I was still sexually attracted to breasts that weren't Vanessa's. She hadn't asked me to promise to become her property - only to say that I 'should' be her property. I suddenly wished that I had Xico here, to confirm it was safe...

I pulled out of her breasts at normal speed. "Yes. I don't deserve human rights. I should be your property." She exploded in orgasmic bliss, hands clawing frantically at the back of my head, trying to smother me in her tits again. Her eyeballs were rolling around in their sockets, there wasn't the faintest sense of self control, and luckily, it appeared that she was not trying to trick me into becoming her slave because she just quivered in pleasure and my thoughts remained totally normal and unremarkable.

I pumped inside her at that point, just rutting away, abusing my power to drive her up the wall with pleasure. Her dirty talk had... somewhat damaged the mood for me. I understood it wasn't on purpose, but it meant I wanted to just leave her unable to talk so I didn't have to wonder if she was about to mind control me into becoming her love slave.

She moaned, thrashed, panted, and came and came, just orgasming in a brutal, continuous sequence as her eyes peeled back. When she occasionally spoke, I couldn't understand it, because I didn't slow down, and it was mostly monosyllabic anyway. I'd nod whenever I thought she said something more coherent, and she'd respond by coming hard on my cock all over again.

Eventually - after quite a while - I came inside her, groaning as I painted her insides white. When I was spent, I sighed and pulled out, plopping onto the bed next to her. She just remained where she was, having been fucked positively senseless.

After several minutes, though, she rolled over, cuddling into me. "That was amazing, Roger," she breathed. "Thank you sooo much. That was the best sex of my life, thanks for going along with it, I know it's weird."

I patted her head gently. I had to be careful to avoid her horns. "Just... what's your power?"

"Oh! I'm a mage in training," she told me. She must have felt me stiffen, because she continued. "What's wrong, Roger?"

"It's just..." I felt bad, because this was clearly her fantasy, and in a very real way, she had been vulnerable to expose herself by saying it. "Nothing we said has any magic power, right?"

"No, no!" She agreed instantly. Her eyes widened. "Oh fuck, oh no, ohmigosh I'm such a bad person, fuck, fuck, you're the guy who got raped by the Erlqueen, aren't you?" She started to tear up. "I'm sorry, I should've - oh, I'm such a bad person."

"It's fine, it's fine," I told her, which didn't help much, so I decided to try a different tack. I grabbed her horn, twisting her head slightly so she had to look at my face. "It's okay. You didn't force me to do anything. I'm not a delicate little flower. For about five seconds in there, I had an annoying thought about one of the things you said."

"Which one? I'll never say it again! U-uhm, assuming we can have sex again."

"It wasn't about saying the thing, it was just - none of the dirty talk had magic power, right?"

"Right!" She nodded rapidly. "You can't just make somebody say something as, like, a play and have it count for magic! That would be crazy! Every actor would have been turned into a demon's slave and the whole medium would have ended before it could even really start! Plus, obviously, I'm not evil and wouldn't try to actually turn you into my love slave! Agh, I'm so bad..."

"You aren't bad," I told her. "It's my problem, not yours. And honestly, you being so upset about it is making me much more upset than the actual thing - I don't want to ruin your kink with my baggage."

"No, no, this stuff is... yeah... okay..." She hesitated. "Thank you for telling me. That was the best sex of my life. I-it was at least a little good for you, right? Even after the... whatever?"

"I got to watch a barely legal cutie with huge tits come her brains out, so yes," I told her, and she let out a sigh of relief. "It was very nice. We can do it again some time."

"Yes!" She snuggled into me tight. "Thank you sooo much. I really was just saying stuff. I don't believe that, like, men shouldn't have rights or whatever."

"I know. It's okay." I patted her head. "Now, I kind of want to take a nap, so can you be quiet?"

"Yes, sir!" She said, snuggling into me even tighter, glomping onto me hard. Her horn brushed at my chest, and I went to sleep like that.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 89: Xico & Lope Come By
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I got a text from Lope pretty early in the morning. I'd just finished taking my morning piss, and was in the process of kicking Bup out of the tub so I could take a bath, when my phone buzzed.

I took a little longer than normal to respond, then decided, fuck it. Lope was cute, sexy, and fun... but also, she had a good friend.

As it turned out, Lope didn't even wait for my response - I was still running the water to the tub when there was a repeated knock on my door, my text to Lope half-written. I went to go check the door, and of course, there was Xico.

She looked... messy. You know, her blonde hair having a bit of bedhead, her tails behind her nervously curled up, her wearing a hurriedly pulled on pair of shorts and shirt (it was backwards). The moment I thought that, her face started to turn red as she looked down, but honestly, that eagerness was dead sexy to me - a thought that had her lips nervously quirking in a smile. "Um... bath... together?" She asked.

"Yeah. Lope too, when she gets here."

"She said so," Xico agreed, smiling more comfortably now. I brought her inside, and we both stripped out of our clothes in a rush, clambering into the half-full tub, Xico just plopping herself into my lap, my cock sliding in between her thighs. I was obviously already hard, since I had a cute teenage girl strip herself naked in front of me, and I felt Xico's tails casually slide around my hips as she rested there. It was more teasing than anything else, but still very nice. "Do you want me... to stick it... in?" Xico asked, and I could hear her lick her lips, making my cock twitch. "Or... mm... suck it?" She almost squeaked out the last word, and it was so cute I couldn't help but just wrap her in a big hug, pulling her into me.

"Fuck, you're so cute," I breathed out into her ear, tickling it, leaving her squirming in my lap. "So, so cute," I repeated, my cock twitching between her thighs. Her hands reached down for it, just teasing at the tip as the tub continued to slowly fill up. Her fingertips danced along the veeery tip of my cock, then ran along the crown, quietly playing with my dick in a way that was definitely more teasing than anything else.

"You... have cute thoughts... when you're teased..." Xico said, sounding abashed but also aroused at the same time. "I like it... it's fun... mhm..." she hummed to herself. She wasn't jerking me off or anything - it was an entirely different kind of play with her fingers, teasing my slit by running a fingertip along it, then sliding around my crown, halfway squeezing the tip between her fingers, each movement calculated to make me gasp and squirm. "I think... mm... it's like girls... who like guys... begging to come..." she admitted.

She was so, insanely, cute and sexy, and I just leaned into her, nibbling on her ear. She let out a soft breath, her tails tightening around my hips, holding me in place. I definitely wanted to fuck her now.

"Go... ahead," she breathed out, loosening the grip of her tails on my cock. I just slipped inside her, and she shuddered softly, her whole body quivering for a moment. She'd been teasing herself, too, that was obvious by just how strong the reaction to the insertion was, the way heaving breaths escaped her throat. "I-igoss?" She wasn't stuttering from shyness or unfamiliarity with the language - she was a native speaker of Xaxuther, not English - but instead from the simple pleasure she was feeling from my cock inside her.

"Go ahead," I whispered in her ear, and instantly, the sensations of both our bodies hit one another. Her pussy, quietly twitching around my cock, was also a source of raw animal pleasure for me. Her pent up desire for me was now being met, the eroticism of being called over to fuck in the tub intense, the fact that Lope had been the one to do it making it even more lewd. For her, I was something like a sexual god - and she instantly flushed as that thought crossed our connection, feeling embarrassed at such an absurd overcompliment. "I like it," I told her, though I didn't need to say it aloud - she could feel my arousal surge at the thought. With only a moment's thought, she could rotate the idea around in her head, and understand just how good it made me feel, our emotions letting her instantly confirm the thought.

Of course, while all this mental communication was happening, I was resting inside her pussy, my cock firmly lodged deep within her. Her inner walls invited me, caressed me, loved me, and I felt them from both ends, felt the quiet satisfaction of being filled even as I enjoyed the sensation of being greeted by an eager cunt. For her part, her arousal was only climbing, finding this particular position to be a teasing agonizing thing in its own way - and on that point, I agreed with her.

I simply gripped her hips, and her own tails gripped mine in return, and we both set our strength to good use. The warm water splashed as - in the kind of perfect synchronicity that normally occurs only when using your own body - we worked together to bounce her up and down my cock.

An idle thought on her part soon manifested in me sliding one hand around her stomach, finger rubbing at her clit purely because she thought she'd like to have it touched - and instantly, she came. She was the first to come of the two of us, and that orgasmic ecstasy was shared through the connection. I only resisted coming by a mixture of breaking the connection - activating my power - and raw willpower. Her pussy milked at my cock as she tightened her grip on me, the entire experience of her orgasm turned into slow motion.

I wished I could use my power and maintain the igoss connection, just to feel what she felt, because it would have been some obscenely strung out ecstasy. Instead, I just got quietly milked by her pussy for what felt like a solid four or five minutes, until at last she sagged in my arms and I let my power drop. "Igoss," I told her, and she instantly renewed the connection.

I could feel the way that she had wanted me to come alongside her, and she could feel my mental, logical response, that the more and faster I came, the less time we'd have to enjoy one another like this. She shivered softly, reaching out with her thiasyar - psychic appliers of pressure and force - to shut off the tub. I could feel the way they slipped for just a moment, something that would have been impossible to do without the igoss (or at least, some kind of psychic power of my own). She was that horny for me that her control of her psychic powers had waned, and it was damn sexy.

I started to pump her again on my cock, and there was a hot breath that escaped her throat, her arousal spiking instantly, her pussy gripping at my cock as her tails grabbed my hips, trying to work right alongside me. There was an impassioned feeling, raw animalistic desire and the desire to be desired, which I was absolutely fulfilling in the moment as I pumped her on my cock. Her thoughts quickly turned into fluffy pink clouds, occasionally drifting off from the raw carnal energy of the moment, to some sort of idle fantasy - her and me, naked in bed, lovers forever; her in a wedding dress, bashful as she walked down the aisle; her and I on some resort vacation, her thiasyar quietly teasing my dick under the table - they varied in how carnal and how lovey-dovey they were. She was embarrassed by them - by the way they implicitly made some kind of extreme ask on me, given that they were popping into my head unbidden - but I did my best to mentally reassure her.

I did know she loved me. I liked her quite a lot, but I wanted to play the field, but I could certainly imagine myself marrying her - and that thought wound up sending her over the edge again, coming on my cock hard as she just instinctually ground herself down into my pelvis. This time, I didn't use my power, letting her pleasure and desire wash back over into me, my cock getting absolutely milked my her inner walls as I unloaded inside her, squirting and squirting. Our pleasures pressed into and washed over each other, intimacy and raw physical desire mixing together in our respective experiences, and we were both left gasping for air in the afterglow, the water gently disturbed.

We rested like that, my cock not having flagged for a moment, our minds still enmeshed - then a loud knocking at the door drew us out of it. "Yoooo," Lope called. "Yo. I'm here!"

"The door's, unlocked," I yelled out, feeling out of breath, and I heard Lope open the door.

"Sorry, wanted to make sure I wasn't doing a B&E," she called back, and it took no time at all for her to arrive at the tub. She saw us, wore a big stupid grin, and immediately started to strip. "Man, this is so awesome. When you get married, you'll still let me do stuff like this, right, Xico?"

Xico turned bright red at that, and I was still connected through our igoss, so I could reassure her that I didn't mind the fact that she hoped for that sort of thing. I understood the quiet fear that lurked in her heart, that she'd go too far and ruin everything - but I also knew she was in love with me, and that I was sort of stringing her along... and that thought prompted her to say that I wasn't, she could tell I was honest about maybe one day taking another step, and then Lope hopped into the tub.

"Huh. Wait," Lope said, pausing. I could feel her confusion radiate out of her, like a thought had just occurred to her that never previously had. "How do we have a threesome in the tub? I mean, I get a normal threesome, like, one in the pink one in the stink and we bounce, but with two girls? It's not like I can sit on your face..." She acted like this was the first time she'd thought of this problem - and, thanks to the igoss with Xico, I knew that was actually true.

I resisted the urge to laugh - it was cute, more than anything else. My cock was still inside of Xico, but it took only a half-thought for Xico to use her thiasyar to push herself up off my cock, shifting her body around in the tub to sit on the opposite side from me - and leaving my cock pulsing in the air, Lope's eyes inevitably drawn to it. She let out a hot breath, then gently reached down for my dick, softly stroking it, pushing it under the water.

She was aroused. Intensely so. She wanted to fuck me, absolutely. But some internalized disgust still ran through her brain at the idea of a cock going straight from another girl's pussy to hers without being cleaned first. So she'd come up with the ingenious idea of making it look like she was just jerking me off. She was horny enough to completely forget the possibility of me igossing with Xico - or, more likely, she just didn't really understand what an igoss was.

Either way, it took her hardly any time at all to conclude that she had my dick suitably clean, and clambered into my lap, landing so she faced me. There was a momentary pause as she considered if maybe Xico didn't want us kissing in front of her, my cock rubbing against Lope's slit as she rested there - but I didn't let her get lost in such thoughts, grasping her hip and pulling her down into my cock.

Xico let out a happy little noise, a big dopey smile on her lips from behind Lope. It was absolutely adorable, especially once her cheeks turned red at my noticing it - but I did notice that rather than curling up, her tails started to wag. She wanted me to feel her dopey happiness at seeing (and feeling, via our igoss) her friend on my dick.

"Ohhh, fuck yeah," Lope breathed out. "You don't need foreplay, huh?" She shivered on my cock, just wiggling in place, pleasantly rolling her pussy around on my dick. "Oh, man, fuck. Or, wait, did Xico warm you up? Did I box block you, Xico?" She turned around to check on her friend, only to see the adorable smile on Xico's lips and instantly understand. "Haa, I'm lucky you're into this, for sure, or you'd have this dick locked down in a chastity cage," she said with a grin as she turned her gaze back to me, casually wrapping her arms around my neck and starting to bounce on my dick.

She didn't hesitate one iota, just pumping her hips up and down atop my cock, the water splashing as she went at it. It gave me the chance to touch her nude body, fingers trailing across her thighs up towards her clit. I tensed my power, trying to creep up ever so slightly without breaking the igoss - but I could feel it strain when I ran just ten percent faster than normal, so I held myself there, my finger circling Lope's clit just that little bit faster, my hand reaching up for her breast, casually caressing it, fingertips teasing her nipple as I worked her over like that.

Hot breaths escaped her mouth, a little bit of drool slipping out too, her tongue stretching out as she leaned into me. She kissed at my neck nervously at first, then with increasing intensity, lips pressing along my chin until she was kissing me hungrily, her pussy tightening up on my cock as I played with her body. She started to bounce, and hard, pounding herself up and down my cock, just ramming away with her cunt as she got really into it, the pent up anticipation of this moment now manifesting in horny, brainless, needy sex.

I could feel that horny mindlessness, the way she was completely losing herself in the moment, through my igoss with Xico. Xico could feel it too, of course, and was perfectly happy for her friend to enjoy herself with her kinda-sorta-not really boyfriend. My cock twitched inside of Lope at that particular thought, at the way that Xico felt embarrassed about it, and I played with Lope's clit all the more intensely, earning hot moans into my mouth - and, soon enough, an orgasm, her cunt going wild around my cock as she just moaned into my mouth, her tongue flopping about senselessly against mine.

It felt great, even moreso because I could feel Xico's climbing arousal, her own delight in the whole thing going on in front of her. We were still connected, so she could even feel the sensations of Lope's pussy on my cock - almost as if she were the one fucking her.

With that thought, the igoss instantly snapped shut, Xico pouting and glaring. Lope just brainlessly ground against me, still lost in her arousal - and given that the igoss was now broken, I could use my superspeed power to make it obscenely good for Lope, my fingers running along her clit at an obscene speed, my hand grasping her hips and starting to pump her up and down my cock. Every movement in and out sent water splashing out in slow motion, and she wound up losing the ability to keep up the kiss, her head rising and falling sporadically with the fucking, hair going every which way.

She looked dead sexy like that, the glint of the light of the bathroom occasionally reflecting off her tongue stud as she flopped around. Her orgasms bled into one another, the intensity of the sex combining with my superspeed to send her from one orgasm to the next before the previous one could actually finish. She felt great, too, her pussy slow-motion milking my cock as she worked me over like that, and eventually, I finished inside her, letting time resume as I bottomed out. She plastered herself against me, heaving and gasping for breath, looking delirious with pleasure from her own orgasms, as I simply unloaded within her.

When I was finished coming, I quietly caught my breath, then turned my gaze over to Xico. I'd obviously offended or upset her somehow, but I wasn't sure on how.

"It's... I'm not... gay..." Xico said, in a mumbly tone of voice. It took me a few seconds to quite put together in my head the equivalent scenario - without powers, probably something like a guy getting pegged by his girlfriend, but being reminded that he was being penetrated and that ruining it for him. Xico's eyes widened, her expression seeming to suggest she'd never even contemplated the idea of a girl pegging a guy.

"I'm not into that either," I told Xico, who nodded in mutual understanding - or at least, I'm pretty sure she did. It was kind of annoying having an igoss suddenly cut off, your understanding of the other person reduced to nil. Xico fidgeted in a way that made it clear she was thinking about reestablishing the igoss but not quite sure.

Lope had been plastered to my body, but she finally started to peel off, the sensation of skin extracting from skin pleasant in the moment as she pulled her head back from me. She let out a long breath, a smug smile on her lips, then twisted her head around to Xico. "Yo. Did you see he's got hentai out on his coffee table?"

Xico just instantly turned scarlet at that, because she hadn't seen. I took Lope by the hips, gently raising her off my cock. "Let's get out of the tub, it's real crowded anyway."

Less than a minute later, we were dried off and half-dressed in our underwear - mostly thanks to Lope's suggestion. "Slutty cock ready for Bup now?!" Bup bounced eagerly in front of the door to the bathroom, holding up her tits as if to offer them to me, having figured out that I definitely found just how busty she was (or could be) appealing.

"No," I told her. "You can nap in the tub, though."

She huffed and sighed at that, frowning but obeying, heading into the bathroom and just sort of pooling in the tub.

"That seems kinda mean," Lope said casually as we headed to the living room.

"If I fucked her every time she asked, I would literally never do anything else," I told Lope, plopping down on the couch and turning on the TV. "She is a reformed rape monster."

"Whoa. Wait, like, she's a hentai slime? Rapes guys and squeezes them dry? Ick. Uh. You keep somebody like that... around?"

"She was only that way because she didn't understand what consent was, and now she does. She's never tried to rape anybody as long as I've known her. As far as I'm concerned, she's just... dumb and horny," I explained. Reversing the genders, it was obviously very weird for me to be as blasé about it as I was - but she was reformed, and she had big tits, and she was easy to manage, and I could fuck her in weird ways, so...

"Are you... uh... really... I mean, safe? Wait. She came over after the Fals thing that got Xico suspended, right?"

I just gently pat Lope's head. She was just trying to compute something that didn't add up to her, out of concern for me. "She's fine. I'm fine. If it wasn't fine, Xico wouldn't just let me live with her."

"Wait, you live with her too?"

"Let's just watch porn instead of you developing an increasingly deranged view of my mental health," I told Lope.

"I wasn't saying anything!"

"You were thinking it."

"Wait, you're igossing with Xico right now?!"

I plopped down on the couch. "No, I don't need to. Anyway. Porn," I suggested.

"Oh yeah," Lope agreed, clambering onto the couch next to me. "Well. If you say you're fine, I guess you're fine. So what kind of porn do you have?" She asked, reaching out to grab a DVD. Her lips pursed and her eyebrows rose as she flipped over the item, tilting her head curiously. "Huh," was her succinct response.

"I didn't buy them, they were a gift," I told her.

"Right. Well, this one looks hot," she said, waving the incubus/schoolgirl hentai in the air. "Xico, what do you think?"

"I... don't really... like porn... much..." she admitted. "It's... really... flat... there's no... there's not an English word... tissam, it's... like texture... but for thoughts and... feelings..."

"Ohhh. I guess it'd kinda be like watching porn on mute, for you... or maybe more like listening to it wearing a blindfold..." Lope said. "Well, we don't have to watch it."

"No! It's... okay... it could be... fun... um... igoss?" She asked me, and I nodded.

I focused on Lope's butt as she leaned over to put the DVD in, both because it was a nice butt, and because I was trying to focus on things other than the thing that had made Xico break off the connection last time. I felt her squirming agreement on avoiding that topic, and it was even worse than trying not to think of a pink elephant, since now there were two brains trying not to think of said pink elephant at once. Xico let out a little giggle at that thought, and then Lope plopped onto the couch next to me.

Lope was completely oblivious to any 'no homo' feelings on Xico's part, so she immediately reached for my groin, starting to rub my thigh. I had a hard on already, and once the backs of her fingers ran against it, she started to casually grope at my cock through my underwear. I could feel the way she was concentrating on the TV, the naughty feeling of jerking a guy off without looking at him, then the realization I could probably hear her thoughts, then the conclusion that I didn't mind since she was jerking me off through my underwear without looking at me, I knew she was doing that, and I knew she was thinking that, and I wasn't stopping her.

Which, you know, I actually didn't mind, so I reached over for her pussy, slipping my fingers into her panties as the show went on. I could feel her spiking arousal as I felt her up in that position - but like her, I kept my eyes on the TV, teasing and playing with her clit and lower lips. Xico's own arousal and happiness was also rising as the situation went on - and she was also watching the hentai at the same time, the fact that she could feel Lope and I's constant buzz letting her enjoy the show a lot more than she would have on her own.

Once the actual fucking started up - which didn't take long at all - Lope's hand in my groin got more active, and I could feel the way that Xico was enjoying herself, finding something fun about watching the hentai alongside two other more 'normal' people, whose sexualities the images were clearly designed for. As the girl on screen got fucked into the bed by a horny big-dicked incubus, and as I fingered her and teased her clit, Lope's arousal continued to spike - and then she suddenly got an idea.

"We should do the positions on screen, Rodge," Lope said, a grin on her lips. My cock twitched in her grasp, my thoughts immediately going for how this might enhance things for Xico - and Xico responded by floating up off the couch, making it easy for Lope to lie down as I pulled down my underwear, hard cock bouncing free. Lope's head switched between me and the TV, getting herself into just the right position on her back, pulling off and tossing aside her bra, and I grabbed her thighs, hefting her legs up in mimicry of the incubus protagonist.

Then I shoved my cock inside her and started to just rut away, mimicking the highly active and energetic fucking of the man on screen. Lope moaned in reply, though I also noticed that there was minimal clitoral stimulation in this position, so I tried to lean myself just a bit forward, letting my pelvis stimulate her clit more on every thrust, my cock throbbing inside her as I rammed away, the couch squeaking a bit beneath the forceful thrusts. I used my powers to set my speed that little bit faster, glancing over at the TV screen as I started to match the protagonist's pace.

"Oh, ohhh, it's too good," Lope whined, twisting around on my cock in delirious pleasure - she was obviously playing it up, even without the igoss, but it was still damn sexy anyway. Soon enough, I groaned and leaned down over her, suddenly biting and nibbling at her neck as the protagonist did much the same. That was enough to push her over the edge, her pussy going wild around my cock as I rutted inside her, her moans and gasps filling the air as her fingers reached up to scrape along my back.

I could also feel Xico's own arousal spiking in response to the show, her gaze occasionally flicking over to the television, both to gather more information on what we were watching, and to see if she could really 'add together' the sensation of our fucking to the hentai.

In the end, she decided that it didn't really work, but she was happy to watch us fuck anyway, her tails wagging happily behind her as I fucked her friend into the couch, Lope just moaning underneath me and occasionally offering up dirty talk in the vein of the hentai itself: "Oh, I'm going, to become, a slave to cock, ohhh, a cockslave, that's me, no more heroing, just being a cockslave." It was sexy, both because of the words themselves, but also because she was just putting on the show for me, and I intensified my pace, playing with her clit with one hand as the other held her against me in a ferocious kiss, the hentai pretty much forgotten in the ever-rising arousal of the moment.

Xico's giddy happiness at watching us fuck, at watching her friend get pounded into the couch, added to my own arousal, and Lope's squirming, writhing passion, soon enough completely forgetting about the hentai or even Xico thanks to the experience of getting fucked like that, was also wonderful. It only took a couple more orgasms on Lope's part for me to erupt inside her, groaning as I found sweet release in her waiting sex. I broke off the kiss to just groan into the air, practically roaring out my arousal, and Xico's tails flicked at the air as she watched, her thiasyar moving to gently propel her closer to us, quiet and slow enough that I'd hardly have noticed if I wasn't connected to her.

When I finished coming, I pulled out of Lope again, panting softly and sagging against the couch. Xico gulped, a flickering feeling of guilt running through her mind - all this sex had pretty much been for her benefit, right? I mentally tried to argue, but then she quickly explained where her head was going, as she floated off to the kitchen, running the water on a towel and coming back to me, rubbing my dick down with the thing, cleaning it off of any hint of her or Lope's juices. Lope just panted lazily on the couch, glancing over at the hentai, which was still playing, as she quivered on her back.

Then Xico got down on her knees, still in igoss with me, and wrapped her lips around my cock. It was a weird sensation, given I could pretty much feel her sucking my dick from both ends, but I put that aside. She hummed softly around my length, all her little tongues licking around the tip of my dick, tasting me and enjoying the taste, too. My toes curled and she started to slowly but surely work her way down my dick.

My eyes were focused on her, but even as she sucked me off, she silently suggested I could watch the hentai instead - but I didn't want to watch the hentai, I wanted to watch her suck my cock. Her face turned pink, a happy sort of embarrassment rising inside her as she slurped me up. Soon enough, her nose was pressed into my pelvis, her tails wagging behind her, my pleasure flowing into her and letting her enhance the fellatio, tongues slithering in all sorts of ways to intensify my pleasure.

Lope had leaned up at that point, half-staring at the scene, naked and horny for more, but also not wanting to interrupt her friend. "Xico doesn't mind if you want to do something too," I breathed out, though my voice warbled thanks to her fellatio. Lope half-waddled up to me, then decided to go for a makeout, hoping I'd touch her as she kissed me.

I decided to do exactly that. While Xico worked on her truly obscenely perfect deepthroat - and every time I thought something like that, she'd feel a little burst of delight, which I got to feel through her - I started to play with Lope's pussy with one hand, fingers slipping inside her, palm pressing against her pelvic bone, teasing her clit at the same time. Xico's tongues knew every which way to slide along my dick in no time at all, and then she started to slowly but surely peel back on my cock.

What made it even better, of course, was being able to feel all that pride, eagerness, affection, and love that Xico was putting into the blowjob. For her, sure, she wasn't really being stimulated, and even the shared feeling of 'getting blown' she was experiencing wasn't quite the same as actual sex - but it was still making her genuinely happy. She was showing me what she could do. She was showing off, even, as her tongues swiveled around my tip, running along the crown of my cock. Tasting me the whole while, learning my every weakness through the igoss.

It was too much to really hold back on. I started to come, just moaning into Lope's mouth as I sprayed out inside of Xico's, jerking softly beneath her as she eagerly milked me with her tongues, tails wagging happily as she could feel just how intense this particular orgasm was for me, how her hard work was paying off. Lope broke off the kiss to just sort of watch my expression, enjoying seeing my o-face.

When I finally finished coming, she plopped herself down on the couch next to me, watching me as I laid there, the aftertaste of my cum still in her mouth as the hentai played on, ignored by all three of us. I only recovered enough to do much more than lay there around the time that the credits for the episode finished playing... at which point I pushed Xico down on the couch, pulled down her panties, and fucked her as hard as I could as a 'thank you' for the stupid-good blowjob.

She definitely appreciated it. I could tell, since we were still igossed at that point.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 88: Zipless Fuck
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The desire for sexual release is one of the most primal, basic desires of a human being. Up until very recently, it was an absolute necessity for the survival of a person's genes, for them to have penis-in-vagina sex culminating in ejaculation during ovulation. All the people who never wanted to do that, either got forced into it, or failed to reproduce.

But this is actually a simplification: the genetic causes of the desire for PIV sex are imperfect. Just as they fail to encode the desire for breeding in general, they further fail to actually encode PIV sex itself. They produce a desire for sexual release, instead, thus leading to masturbation. Childhood experiences help to set what an individual is sexually attracted to. The older child of a pair of siblings is more likely to gain a lactation fetish, for example, and particularly when their younger sibling is about six years their junior. Early pornographic experiences can even tie into this - I don't doubt that part of what makes fellatio so appealing to me, is that one of the first porn videos I ever jerked off to was fellatio-focused.

As such, it wasn't particularly surprising that, with Tsuru overseas for some investigation in Japan, Mira invited me over to her place. "I'll blow you a~all you want. I can even get you a gift," she had explained in text. She had the desire for sexual release, and whatever early childhood sexual developments had led her to like fellatio, inclined her to achieve it this way.

She wasn't dressed in the slutty underwear like I'd half-hoped for, but she wore a warm smile as she greeted me at the door. "Hello, Roger," she said, idly licking her lips in a way that promised plenty of mutually enjoyable sex. I entered her mansion eagerly, and she let out a small laugh. "Mm. I have too many instincts made for men from this world," she said, casually sliding one arm around my flank, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "I keep thinking I'm being a presumptive bitch when I send you a sext like that. But I bet you popped a boner the moment you read it, right?"

"It was very sexy, yes," I agreed without hesitation, and she chuckled again at that.

"You know, you should have just told me about this a while back. It's all so much easier, now that I know that it's fine to ask you to come over to screw. Honestly. You're probably the lowest drama man I've ever been with, given that whole bit."

"Really? Guys are that... clingy?" Even switching the genders, I wasn't sure that sounded right.

"Not necessarily clingy. A lot of men would be offended about the gift, they'd want some sort of foreplay, that sort of thing. Whereas you came over from one text, and now," she added, taking my hand and pulling me along, "are going to get blown. And when I'm done blowing you, we may or may not cuddle, but you'll be totally happy to leave, no?"

"Well, I might feel a little wobbly on my legs, particularly given how thorough your fellatio is," I explained, and she let out a laugh by way of reply, nodding along.

"Particularly," she agreed, running her tongue along her upper lip once more. Once we were in the bedroom, she pretty much threw me on the bed - admittedly, it was more like she shoved me towards it and I let her, getting on my back and scrambling to take off my pants. My hard cock bounced up into the air, and she scrambled in between my thighs, starting to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she worked me over like that, slithering her tongue around the tip of my dick as she looked up at me.

I just laid back and let her get to work. She started off with lots of long, sinuous licks, her tongue sliding around my crown, then starting to run along various veins. I just twitched beneath her oral ministrations, letting out little grunts and groans of pleasure by way of response to her work. Her lips were hot against my bare skin, each kiss pressing against a different vein on my dick as she moved around, slathering me in spit and lovingly paying attention to my cock.

She was just dragging it out and enjoying herself, obviously - and that was fine by me. I had a gorgeous billionaire currently slurping on my dick, I couldn't complain that she was taking too long to get to the sucking.

After a couple minutes of licking, kissing, and even nuzzling at my cock - rubbing it against her features as if it was her pet and she just wanted to feel its warmth - she let out a soft breath, pulling back from my cock altogether. "I suppose you'd probably rather I was naked for this," she said, a smile on her lips as she started to pull off her clothes. There was no real elegance to the movements: they were desperate and eager as she stripped herself bare. Once she got herself naked, she got right back down in between my thighs, kissing the tip of my cock, her tongue playing against my slit. I just admired her body, the way her ass was raised high into the air, moving slightly back and forth as though she were a cat ready to pounce.

Then I had pretty much the same realization she had: I was probably overdressed for this occasion. I peeled up and off my shirt, and she let out a little laugh against the very tip of my cock, stimulating it further. As I wiggled my way out of my pants as well, she helpfully clambered over them, pulling them down - but the whole time, her lips remained firmly attached to the tip of my cock, her breaths brushing against it to further stimulate me.

When I finally finished getting my pants and socks off, Mira responded by slurping my cock up into her mouth to the base, pressing her nose into my pelvis. I groaned at the sensation, particularly the way her tongue slithered back and forth on the underside of my dick, stretching out down towards my balls. My cock twitched in her throat, and she casually reached up to fondle my balls, her other hand running along my stomach, fingertips sliding across my abs like some lewd parody of clawing against the wall as she drowned. There was no scraping desperation, but it was more smooth motion that pawing at me, and it made my hips buck up into her face almost involuntarily.

Of course, her response to getting that reaction out of me wasn't to complain - on the contrary, she hungrily swallowed around my cock, her throat bobbing, her lips sucking more noisily. Her cheeks hollowed, her lips smacked, her tongue slithered and wormed along the underside of my dick, as she twisted her head around and around. It showed off her body in all sorts of delicious ways, that full ass of hers going one way, then the other, her mouth constantly just sucking all the while... and I came, naturally.

She didn't stop sucking, even though the excited look in her eyes told me that she could tell I was coming straight down her throat. She gulped and gobbled around my dick, noisily sucking, slurping, twisting, licking. I just breathed by way of reply, feeling as if my brain was leaking out through my cock throughout the orgasm. After I came, my dick sensitive in the afterglow of an orgasm, she remained even more firmly attached than before, slurping noisily on it, keeping her lips smacking against my base, a smug little look in her eyes as she worked me over.

My dick did flag, and my sensitivity was through the roof, but it was soon fully erect again - and only then did she pop off, casually jerking me off as she started to speak. "Speak up more, Roger. Come on. Anybody likes to hear that their partner is enjoying themselves. Tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you melt in my mouth." There was a ravenous note to her voice, and my cock twitched in her hand. "See? Dirty talk works on you. It can work on me. If I just wanted a cock down my throat, there are toys out there," she explained - then dutifully slurped me back up, making me gasp.

"Fuck, that's good," I breathed out, reaching down to run my hands through her hair. I tried to think of what I'd like to hear while eating out a girl - Lope had a tendency to be noisy during sex, so something from her? "Oh, yes, yes, Mira, that's it, that's good," I grunted, my hips bucking up into her face, and she let out a satisfied noise. "Fuck, your throat feels so good on my cock, your tongue is just, nngod, so good," I breathed out, and it really was the truth - and saying it made it feel even more true, and encouraged Mira to make it more true.

That tongue of hers was very deft and talented, and she started to bob on my cock, her tongue tracing out shapes on the underside of my cock, following veins up and down and making me shiver. When she'd get up to the tip, she'd occasionally give my cock a quick jerk or two before she slid back down my length, and when she was down in my pelvis again, her throat would just gulp pleasantly. I did my best to give her a good showing of responding, and to keep up my end of the dirty talk. "Fuck, nnn, I want to just grab your face and fuck it," I breathed out. "I want to go absolutely wild on your mouth and throat, fuck, you feel so fucking good."

By way of response, Mira grasped her hair, gathering it into a pair of pigtails, offering it up to me with a sly look in her eyes as she held herself in my pelvis.

I didn't need to be told twice: I grabbed those handles and started to just fuck her face, ramming away at her mouth, hips bucking up into it. It felt fantastic, all the more for the way she gladly took it, the soft hums that escaped her throat, the eager way her tongue slid from side to side along the underside of my cock as I went at it. "That's it, that's great," I repeated, thumping my hips against her face all the more enthusiastically with each passing second, just ramming away without a second thought. She gulped and gobbled on my cock, her saliva dribbling out over her lower lip as she took it, splashing down onto my balls, and I lost myself in the moment until I finally just grunted, rammed my dick down her throat, and erupted all over again down her throat.

I shuddered and released her hair at that point, and she let out hot, soft breaths as she peeled back and off my cock. There was a warm smile on her lips as she wiped at her mouth and chin. "Mm. Good. That was good, Roger." She idly reached down for my cock, fingers dancing along the tip, my length twitching beneath their attentions. "You can keep going, right?"

"I can," I reassured her, and she grinned at that, before slurping my cock up to the base once more.

* * *

I was lying in bed on my back, my skin lightly soaked with sweat as I recovered. Once she'd drained me dry like some kind of succubus, Mira had given me a peck on the cheek, then headed off to grab a snack. "Reese's?" She offered, holding out a package to me, as she herself - still naked, to be clear - munched on one, working along the hard outside of the peanut butter cup.

"Thanks," I responded as I took one.

"Goddamn, this was goo~ood," she said, plopping onto the bed casually. "Just call up the guy, suck his brains out through his dick, and call it. Oh. Did you want any kind of gift? I'm rich so I could buy you a car and forget about it, so anything's on the table."

"I'm also rich."


She snorted at that. "Not as rich as me."

"Well, if I think of anything, I'll tell you," I said, before returning to eating the peanut butter cup.

"How're things with your girlfriends?" I almost choked on the cup at the question, and she snorted. "Oh, right. Can't call them your girlfriends. Sorry. How are things with Xico and Nora?"

"Uh. Good. Nora had a pretty creative thing she did recently, it was a lot of fun." I didn't want to get too into specifics, and fortunately Mira didn't seem to care too much.

"Yeah, I'm not worried about the sex, ha," she said, popping the last of the cup into her mouth and then starting to scrape her thumb off with her teeth. "Hrm. Actually, now that I'm reversing the genders, your relationship with Xico is... older gal takes advantage of a young guy who's pretty much a virgin."

"I'm not taking advantage of her," I said, immediately.

"Mm. I'm just trying to twist the genders around in my head." After a few seconds, she shrugged. "Eh. Worst case, you're using her for sex, and she clearly loves the sex part too. It's not like you're draining her bank account, and she's young enough that any relationship she had would be stupid."

"Thank you for your approval. I didn't realize you were her mother."

Mira snorted at that. "Sorry," she said, leaning up over me, kissing along my neck, one hand trailing down my abs. "Xico just makes you want to protect her, even if she's crazy powerful and can literally read your mind so she knows what she's getting into." Her hand casually stroked my half-erect cock. "I wonder what dumb relationships you got into when you were her age?" I remained stoic in response to the question, and she let out a small laugh. "Ah, fuck. You were probably a virgin up to late, right? If you're the one who has to make the approach, your personality is kinda... bad for that."

"What were you like at eighteen?"

"Dumb enough that an alternate version of me tried to take over the world."

"She also succeeded."

"Yeah, intelligence can make up for youthful idiocy," Mira said, giving up on getting me hard again for the moment. "I was a huge, stupid fuckgirl. You wouldn't believe how much cock I plowed through in my race to a high score." She shrugged. "Make you feel better? Oh, wait. It's probably worse in your home universe, isn't it? Or... like society is still patriarchal, right?"

"I think it's mostly evened out," I answered. "Men who fuck a lot of girls are assumed to be manipulative jerks or whatever. Women who fuck a lot of guys are assumed to have poor impulse control or whatever. I remember reading a study that men who had many sex partners were as likely to be viewed negatively as women who did."

"The final triumph of feminism," Mira agreed. "So it... doesn't bother you?"

"I'm banging Jill."

"I have no idea how many sex partners Jill has had," Mira said.

"No, it doesn't bother me. You obviously didn't learn how to suck dick from an instruction manual."

"True," Mira said with a laugh. She idly reached down for my cock again, casually stroking it. "When's it gonna get hard again, exactly?"

"Probably when you get down there to suck it," I told her, earning a laugh before she crawled down in between my legs, kissing at my half-erect cock. I just laid back, enjoying the sight of her lips gently pressing against my dick, hot breaths spilling over it as she moved around. It took a while for me to recover, even with the gorgeous woman on her hands and knees in front of my cock, kiss-kissing her way across it, little pecks that were full of affection - and then she finally got me up again.

She actually let out a sigh of relief when my cock got hard again. "I was starting to think you were just teasing about getting it up again," she said, casually flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Now, let's see," she breathed out, leaning into it, suckling on the very tip of my cock with those pretty pursed lips. Her mouth then slurped my cock up, and she started to pump away a good few times, just pounding her mouth up and down my cock, imitating my earlier facefuck.

It felt fantastic. She was diligent and attentive, her tongue sliding around the underside of my dick. "That's it, fuck," I breathed out. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock, Goddamn," I continued, and she hummed softly as she continued to pound her face up and down for a good minute or so, while I equally continued my job of telling her what a great job she was doing and how wonderful her mouth felt - then she pulled off altogether.

"Okay, sorry," she breathed out, leaning up and stretching. "You're going to have to do the work if you want any more."

"Do the work?" I prompted her, and she idly rolled over on the bed, head hanging off the edge.

"You know this position, right? I've been pumping on your cock while you've been a pillow prince." She opened her mouth, her long red hair pooling on the ground.

I clambered up out of the bed, too horny to resist such orders, and pointed my cock at her mouth. For a moment, I just teased her, sliding my cock along her lips - and then I thrust inside her throat in a single quick stroke, admiring the bulge as I slowed down time.

I was unsure that I had the energy to really go at it in real time, and Mira's throat felt just as good in slow motion. I started to gently, slowly, pump at her face, moving my hips back and forth... and there was the naked body of a gorgeous billionaire expert fellatrix laid out before me. My hands reached out for her body, fingers casually sliding across her modest breasts - and as I felt her up, I also felt the slow-motion jerk of pleasure in response to my touch.

Mira may have had some weird relationship to her orgasms, that left her eager to call me up just to suck my dick without any reciprocation on my part... but her body certainly didn't feel the same way. Her arousal and desire from the hour-plus suckfest we'd been enjoying had left her feeling pent-up, and with my superspeed, well...

I liked seeing the woman come, and I liked the feeling of Mira's mouth on my cock, so I slid my hand down towards her pussy. She let out this soft whine of ambivalent desire and complaint, stretched out into eternity, but she didn't try to wriggle away or anything. My fingertips teased at her clit, and then I slipped into her sex with two of them, rubbing at her clit with my palm.

She promptly came, a choked moan around my cock stimulating me still further. The vibrations it produced played out in slow motion, her orgasm exaggerated in its length, and it enticed me further, making me ram my dick down her throat and hold it there as she twitched in place. I kept my superspeed power at its maximum, relishing the sight of Mira's hips bucking up into my hand, of her slowly vibrating through buzzing around my dick, the warmth and wetness of it accompanied by licking that felt languid and slow to me, but must have been feverish for Mira herself.

Since the orgasm was playing out in slow motion for me, it went on for solid minutes, that quiet buzz around my cock truly delicious, and I just sighed and cast my head back, casually pumping my hips against Mira's face, half-inch pumps that left my balls to slap against her nose again and again.

Despite how good it felt, Mira had drained my cock so hard that I didn't come at any point during her minutes-long orgasm, and when it finished, I pulled out of her mouth and let time speed back up. Mira stared at my hard cock as it bounced in front of her face, her tongue sliding across her lips. She glanced up at me, her breathing seeming normal despite how long I'd been lodged in her throat from my perspective. "Did you come?" She asked, this note of raw, animal desire in her voice.

"Sorry, no. You've really drained me dry," I admitted.

"Clearly not just yet," she said, with a sly smile, then just opened her mouth wide and inviting all over again. Her tongue waggled in front of her mouth, as if to say, Here it is, let's finish the job and drain out the last few drops of cum from those balls of yours.

Obviously, I took her up on the offer, starting to fuck her face once more. This time, I decided to see her response to me going truly all out: I slowed down time, but kept up the hard pace of fucking. Her response was a brief - repeatedly cut-off - noise of surprise, causing a similarly short puff of sputtering-gagging, but the moment that ended, she was eagerly humming around my dick as I pounded away. The sheer pace I could put her mouth through was no doubt obscene to her, as I just rutted at her face, and I let my hands slide down her gorgeous naked body towards her pussy again, casually playing with her clit and pussy both.

She was squirming on my dick in delight as she got it from both ends, and I was enjoying the feeling of her throat as it bounced and shivered and hummed around my cock. Even the mattress was reacting strangely to my rough pace, my pounding so fast that I'd often prevent the 'bounce back' from the previous thrust. Mira certainly didn't complain about any of it, her tongue lashing my dick as fast as it could in slow motion, giving up on any skill or precision to compensate with raw speed.

I did try to make her come again, but of course, she'd just orgasmed, and I was going hog wild on her mouth, so I ultimately failed to do so. When my cock started to pulse in eager readiness to come, I managed to pull back so that just the tip was past her lips, my length twitching in her mouth, and let time resume its normal pace so she could react properly to that fact.

She got it almost immediately, bringing up one hand to jerk me off into her mouth as her tongue slithered and danced around the tip of my cock. I gasped at the sensations, and then erupted, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth, my hips quietly jerking back and forth. She worked hard to drain me dry, cheeks hollowing as she sucked and sucked on the tip, gulping down the last few spurts my body had to give.

When I finished, I flopped down on the bed again, and Mira just panted on her back before eventually getting up off it, grabbing her phone and sitting down on the bed next to me, so that her back was against the headboard, her legs crossed in front of her.

"You don't mind if I text Tsuru, right?" She added, already tapping away at her phone, and I just shook my head. She got a reply very quickly, typing back and forth with her girlfriend right next to me. I just stared up at the ceiling as I recovered from the long fellatio session. "Hey," she said, casually planting one hand on my shoulder. "Tsuru says hi," she noted, leaning over to show me the phone.

Tsuru was in her underwear, mouth open, tongue outstretched, holding up the phone for the camera. The underwear wasn't sexy, but all the underlying implications were - particularly the fact that Mira wasn't into receiving, so this image had to be for my benefit. My cock twitched in response, and Mira grinned  in a way that made it obvious that was exactly what she wanted.

Still, my cock was not getting erect again. "I really need a break."

"Sure, sure," Mira agreed, pulling the phone back, texting away. "Just a thought, can you take that break at superspeed? Not sure how that works with your power, but you could try it out," she noted.

"It cancels when I fall asleep."

"It can help you get to sleep, surely? No stimulation at all. Oh, here's my sleep mask," she noted, handing it over. "Take a nap."

I put on the sleep mask and closed my eyes, letting her tippity-tapping slow down to one tenth speed; it didn't take me long at all to finally pass out.

Of course, when I woke up, it was with Mira's lips once more plastered onto my apparently-recovered cock, and I could only just lean back and enjoy it.

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