Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 103: Morning Fun With Kate
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I laid in bed, stretching and just enjoying the moment's rest. It was Kate's bed - Fuckpig's, to be more specific - so there wasn't much point in getting out of bed unless I was prepared to go all the way down the hall to my place. Fuckpig didn't really live here, she was just so rich she could rent a fuckden in an alternate dimension.

Eventually, the feeling of sweat sticking to my naked body started to bother me, so I peeled my way out of bed and headed to the shower, enjoying the warm water raining down on my naked body. I shampooed my hair, let the sweat roll away, and soaped myself up a bit before stepping out of the shower to dry myself - at which point I plopped back in bed, rolling onto my back to stare up at the ceiling and decide what to do.

Luckily, I didn't have long to decide, because Kate returned home with a bag of food. "Hashbrowns for you, Master," she said. "I didn't know what you wanted to drink, so I bought some orange juice. There's soda and water in the fridge if you'd rather have that, I can drink the orange juice."

"Good girl," I told her, taking the bag from her as she approached the bed. She smiled nervously at me. "Don't you think you're a little overdressed, given what your master is wearing?" I prompted her, given she was currently wearing a t-shirt and jeans. She looked nice, of course, because she'd look nice whatever she was wearing, but she looked even better naked.

"Ah! Sorry, Master," she said, grabbing the base of her shirt and tugging it off so fast I thought she'd rip it for a second. She was wearing a sexy microkini top beneath it, which she pulled off as well, while I just enjoyed munching on the hashbrowns for a moment. The rest of her clothes were rapidly being abandoned as well...

"New rule, Fuckpig," I told her, idly licking my fingers, which made her gaze go to them. "No apologizing unless you're ordered to, got it?"

"Yes, Master," she said. "So-" She stopped herself, but it was as good an excuse as any.

"Once more for good measure, I guess," I said, my cock pulsing in the air. "Kneel. Place your head on the floor." She followed my commands instantly. "Now, apologize for constantly apologizing. Say you're sorry for letting your own stupid guilt, over things your master doesn't care about, make him feel bad." I casually kicked up one foot on her head, as if to emphasize our power relations.

"Yes, Master." She swallowed. "I'm sorry that I let my own stupid guilt, over things you don't care about, make you feel bad. I will try to be better in the future."

"That's right. You're a good girl, Fuckpig," I told her. "That's why you feel guilty about so many things, but you shouldn't. You should just be happy being my property. Let me decide what you should feel guilty about, understand?"

"Yes, Master." She spoke the words, practically pulsing with arousal and affection. "I'll do my best to let you decide those sorts of things."

"If you feel guilty about something, ask me if you should. If I tell you not to, then stop feeling guilty about it." Obviously, that wasn't the sort of command she could actually just obey because I told her to, but she nodded beneath my foot anyway. "Alright. Now go get Sow and bring her over. I want a threesome with both my fuckpets."

She shuddered softly as I withdrew my foot, standing up slowly, a glow on her cheeks stretching down to her tits. She stood there, trembling in place. "I... should I put on clothes?"

"Everyone who lives here has already seen your naked body paraded around." I almost called her body 'obscene,' but then remembered that was definitely the wrong line for this universe. "Who do you think you're going to flash? Nora? Xico? Stitch? Maybe Bup has wandered out of her bathtub? It makes me feel good to make you march around naked, and that's all the reason you should need. You can float, if you want to be quieter," I said, a minor point of mercy as I chomped down on another hashbrown.

Despite her obvious embarrassment, the command was obviously arousing to Kate, her nipples perky and her sex already growing slick. "Yes, Master." She hesitated a moment. "Should I make Sow take off her clothes before she comes over?"

I smiled at her. "Good girl," I praised her, and she instantly smiled right back. I reached up to pat her cheek. "Think about what makes me happy, that's enough to make me happy all on its own. But yes, that's a good idea. It'll help make sure she's ready," I added, reaching out for her nipple and pinching it sharply between my thumb and forefinger. She let out a little breath as I teased her like that. "Look how horny you are to the thought of having to parade yourself out in the hallway, after all. It'll make a good way to get her ready to get fucked."

"Yes, Master," Kate agreed, shuddering softly. She floated over to the door, peeking her head out for a moment before floating off. I was, obviously, rock hard in anticipation, so I quickly ate up the hashbrowns and slurped down the orange juice. By the time I was done, both girls were back, both naked, both having blushes that ran down to their tits. I could tell Fuckpig from Sow by the fact that Fuckpig's slick juices ran down her inner thighs, whereas Sow had only just had the chance to start getting horny. "Master?" Kate asked, her voice soft. "What do you want us to do now?"

I stood up, and both of them let their eyes fall on my dick, which bounced in the air as I contemplated them. I gestured for them to come close, and their footsteps against the floor were a pitter-patter as they approached. I placed one hand on the back of either girl's head, then just leaned into them, kissing Fuckpig on the forehead, and then repeating the act with Sow. They flushed brighter. "You two are good girls, you know that?"

"Y-yes, Master," they said, their voices a little awkward with confusion at why I was making this point. I grinned, casually kissing along their faces, kissing their cheeks, their noses, enjoying the way they squirmed in anticipation as I casually played with them like that.

"You two love to please me, don't you? When I'm not around, I'm who you think of, aren't I?"

They both gulped. "Yes, Master," they breathed out.

I placed one thumb on Fuckpig's lower lip, silencing her as it pushed into her mouth. She suckled on it immediately, clearly wanting to show off what a good girl she was. "Sow," I said, turning my head to her, and she blushed and smiled. "Tell me. How do I compare to your previous boyfriends? Be honest."

She gulped. "I... you're so much better, Master. Most guys, they think this stuff is gross, but you... you're not just willing, you're eager. I feel like I really am a good little piggy for you, oinking and pleasing my master."

I popped the thumb out of Fuckpig's mouth, sliding one finger into Sow's instead, playing with her tongue softly. "What about you, Fuckpig? Is the same true of you?" I asked, as I looked at her. Sow just wriggled her tongue against my finger.

"Yes," Fuckpig immediately agreed. "Yes, Master, oh my God, yes. When- when you told me to kneel, that first time, it was like so many dreams were coming true all at once, Master. Thank you for making me your fuckpig, I'm so thankful. I've never known a guy who can just take charge like you."

"Good to hear. I like having my ego stroked." My hands slid down from the girls' faces to their tits, casually groping one in either hand, comparing their softness and heft. They shuddered under my groping, and my gaze ran from one to the other. Sow's renewed exercise routine meant the pair were pretty much indistinguishable in terms of bodies - I couldn't have differentiated them if you spun me around and let them swap places a few times, at this point. "Speaking of stroking, how about you two perverts get down on your knees and put those lips of yours to work?"

They slammed down to their knees, their faces hot with arousal as they looked up at me. Sow leaned in first, but Fuckpig was milliseconds behind, and their lips both met at my cockhead. With both going at it from either side, they ended up just suckling on it pleasantly, mouths wrapped around my dick and eager to work. Their tongues lightly battered at my cock from either side, occasionally moving in such a way that they wound up accidentally brushing against each other - but, much to their credit, neither Kate pulled their lips back.

I softly pet both girls as they did that. It was basically just teasing me at this point, but I could tell they were just waiting for my direction. "You two are straight, right?" I teased them, and they let out 'mhm' noises around my cockhead, not even nodding for risk of letting my cock out of their mouths. "But you're basically kissing another woman right now, just for my pleasure," I told them. "You're good girls," I said soothingly, even as their cheeks grew hot with embarrassment at the act. I casually started to slide my cock forward, popping past their lips and letting them suck and lick from either side. They remained in place, letting me direct the pace as I pumped back and forth in their mouths.

I was enjoying myself, of course. The wet feeling of their lips on either side of my dick was very pleasant. At the same time, there was about zero percent chance that just doing this would get my off - but they were genuinely being good girls, indistinguishably so, and I didn't want to punish one by making her lick my balls or rim me, so I just spent a while enjoying their mouths from either side as they worked me over.

I finally came up with a good enough idea to do, popping them both off my dick at the same time. They didn't whimper, but they looked up at me for direction. "Sow, make an argument for why I should fuck your throat while Fuckpig rims me. Once you're done, she's going to make her own argument for why she should be the one to get to deepthroat my nice, clean dick while making eye contact with me, and why you should be the one stuck in the back licking my asshole."

Saw gulped for a second. "You spent all yesterday fucking her. I'm... I'm really jealous, actually, I-I've never even thought about quitting my job until yesterday, that's how jealous I felt." My dick throbbed at those words, finding them extremely enticing. "But even so, I'm still being a good girl, coming over naked to suck your cock, and licking, and slurping, and doing whatever you want, Master. I'll always be a good girl for you, no matter what happens. So please, use my mouth as your jerkoff aid, you haven't used it for a while..."

There was real sincerity in those words, which was extremely enticing, and I looked at Fuckpig, who opened and closed her mouth softly. "I... she's right, she didn't get to enjoy as much time with you as I did. You should use her throat."

Now that was fucking hot, a reminder that the women on their knees in front of me were both superheroines with such firm moral centers that Fuckpig would give up my cock to her twin out of a sense of fairness. I grabbed Fuckpig's mouth, shoving my dick down her throat, pumping her up and down a couple times, earning a faint whimper from Sow, who still started to move to rim me. "No," I said, jerking off with Fuckpig's mouth. "I'm just rewarding Fuckpig for being such a good girl with my nice, tasty cock." I popped her off my dick a moment later. "Now go rim me, Fuckpig," I ordered.

"Yes, Master," Fuckpig said, hurriedly crawling around my body, soon shoving her mouth into my ass and starting to work with her tongue. Sow, on the other hand, quickly got in position, opening her mouth wide, tongue stretching out expectantly - and when I didn't immediately grab her head and shove it in, she instead leaned forward, smoothly sucking my whole cock into her throat.

Once she got to the base, staring up at me the whole while, she started to bob at the same pace I'd been facefucking her twin at, and her wet, sloppy noises as she moved up and down were music to my ears. I just let her work, softly petting her. "You two are both very good girls," I breathed out. I almost said I was 'lucky to own them,' which was my sincere feeling, but then I remembered they were both into being degraded. "You're lucky you found a guy who can not only put up with your perversions, but can put up with them in stereo," I told them, earning a faint hum of agreement from Fuckpig - which prompted an attempt at such a noise from Sow. Given she was facefucking herself on my cock, though, it came out as a glugging, wet noise, her body twitching as she throated and choked on my cock, her hot, wet throat shivering around my dick. "Play with yourself, piggies," I ordered. "I'm not going to be thinking much of your pleasure this morning. I spent all yesterday doing that."

Fuckpig let out a lewd whimper at that, but she didn't pull away from my asshole, and both women started to masturbate at that point. The obvious reality is that, when I'd been fucking Fuckpig's brains out, I'd pretty much just been going all out on her. I hadn't been trying particularly hard to get her off, mostly just doing whatever sadistic thing came to mind. (Fortunately, that was exactly what Kate liked.) To say complete nonsense and demand your sub just parrot it and put up with it, however, is one of the many blessings of being a dom. "Problem?" I asked.

Fuckpig shook her head, keeping her tongue rimming me as I watched Sow just bob her head up and down my cock, nice and hard, ramming away with her throat at my cock. Her own arousal was at a fever pitch as she masturbated, and I casually reached down with the hand that wasn't petting her, groping one of her tits. The touch seemed to electrify Sow, making her let out throaty, incoherent moans around my dick - and a bit of casual teasing of her nipples was enough to send her over the edge.

As she orgasmed, I grabbed her hair in an impromptu ponytail, and started to just roughly fuck her face, ramming away at her mouth with relentless force. It felt good, casually directing her like that. I kept my hips steady so Fuckpig could keep rimming me, and I just pounded Sow up and down my cock - it didn't take too long for me to finally blow my load straight down her throat, smothering her in my pubes as I found sweet release. When I was finished, I peeled her up and off, letting her gasp and pant in the air, her head swimming. Saliva dripped out of her mouth, splattering onto her tits, and I casually reached behind me, extricating Fuckpig from my asshole.

"I know you love licking your master's stinky butt," I said to Fuckpig, enjoying the little whimper from the woman in question, "but I might want to kiss you later. Go brush your teeth and wash your face off. Be thorough," I added.

"Yes, Master," she said, wobbling over to her bathroom - and I just grabbed Sow by the hair, yanking her along with me. One advantage of Kate's super strength and durability is that it was easy to tell she didn't mind my mistreatment, because she didn't resist one iota, letting me force her to crawl along the ground until we got to the bed.

"Get on the bed, show me your sloppy loose cunt, and beg me to give you my cock."

I didn't tell her whether to get on her hands and knees or her back - she decided that all on her own, presenting herself to me doggy style, ass high in the air, hands grabbing either ass cheek as she looked back up at me. "Please, Master, please give me your wonderful cock, let me feel your thick dick inside me, I know my cunt is so unsatisfying, but I promise to be good, I promise to be a good little piggy for my master, I'll do anything for you, please, please just tell me what to do to earn your cock, I know I'm a disgusting pervert, but I need your cock so badly, no other man could ever-"

At that point, I decided I was satisfied. I used my superspeed to ensure she had no time to mentally or physically prepared herself, and just got up behind her and slammed into her cunt at lightning speed. She squealed as she came on the first thrust, pussy spasming hungrily around my cock as I came back to normal speed, hands gripping her hips as I started to fuck her. "Look at you, coming so fast, you depraved quickshot," I told her, and her cunt tightened around my dick in embarrassment. Unlike Fuckpig, she hadn't had the shame trained out of her all yesterday, so her cheeks were red as she continued to come. "Don't worry, I don't mind. I take it as a compliment. I've trained your body so that you respond so well to me, after all." I gave her a nice spanking. "You should thank me for that. Thank me for turning you into my personal orgasm monkey," I told her.

"Thank you! Thank you, Master!" She gasped out, as she quivered on my cock. "Thank you for making me come, and come, and thank you for forgiving me for being such a, a depraved pervert, thank you, thank yo~ou," she got out, panting heavily as I fucked her into the bed like that. I casually grabbed her by the hair, twisting her up, and just leaned in over her, biting, nibbling, and kissing at her neck as she quivered on my cock.

It didn't take long for her to come again in that position, her back arching as raw pleasure rushed up her spine, her pussy going absolutely wild around my cock as she came, hard. I just let go of her hair, enjoying as she flopped forward onto the bed, head smacking into the mattress from gravity while her pussy continued to milk my dick. I tried to think of what a domme might do in this sort of situation back in my world. "Yeah, just come your silly little brains out all you want. I rule you through this needy, sopping wet cunt of yours," I explained, reaching around her muscular, bodacious body to tease her clit. "All those orgasms are just your way of saying you're my willing and eager sex slave, willing to do anything I ask because you're completely ruled by this loose cunt of yours." I flicked her clit with my middle finger, hard, and she just twitched in response, whimpering into the bed beneath her.

At that point, Fuckpig emerged from the bathroom, still naked, her face and some of her hair a bit damp from the cleaning up she'd done. "Come kiss me," I ordered, and she scrambled over, eager to get kissed. I grabbed her by the hair once she got close enough, pushing my lips into hers, my tongue forcing its way into her mouth as she quivered against me, huge tits jiggling into my bicep as she just made out with me. Once I got her properly involved in the kiss, her hands wandering my naked body, I casually slid my hand down her body, teasing her clit, fingers brushing along and against it. I slipped two fingers inside her, enjoying the way she shivered against me.

Sow, on the other hand, had finished out her orgasm, something I could tell by the way her pussy had stopped its constant spasming around my dick. I responded by smacking her ass, which she interpreted as a command. "Thank you! Thank you for fucking me, Master!" Her pussy tightened up as she began to effusively babble, offering endless praise for me as I railed away. "Thank you for showing this disgusting pervert your love and affection, thank you for using her sloppy loose cunt, thank you for just ramming away! Thank you for using my body! Thank you for enjoying sex with me enough to keep having it! Thank you for your pity, thank yo~ou!" She moaned out the last word as she came, hard, on my cock.

Fuckpig had spent Sow's entire depraved monologue getting hornier and hornier, pumping her hips against my hand, her fluids leaking all over my fingers as she made out with me. Her cheeks were warm, her licking at my tongue sloppy and needy, and she was happy and eager - and came as Sow did, moaning into my mouth and clasping onto the back of my head as she made out with me.

It felt good, having two beautiful women coming like that, and I casually pulled out of Sow's cunt, twisting my body to face Fuckpig, and just rammed it in to start fucking her in that awkward sort of kneeling-standing position. Luckily, she had flight powers, and was quickly just floating herself on my cock, pumping away as she made out with me, hands hungrily running through my hair and along my back as I pistoned inside her. It felt fantastic, her tight, muscular cunt gripping and squeezing on my dick as I made out with her and groped her ass. Her nipples were perky, scraping against my chest, as we made out - and eventually, Sow recovered from her latest orgasm.

"Master, please, fuck my loose pussy, I know it's all loose and doesn't feel good, but neither does Fuckpig's, and you haven't come inside my cunt even once, I know I can't earn your orgasms but I'd like to feel like a good girl for-" I used my superspeed to pull out of Fuckpig, twisting around and just ramming into Sow. She squealed in what sounded like slow motion, her back arching as her pussy went wild around my cock, and I just rutted away inside her, relishing the feeling of her pussy as I rammed away, her whole body trembling in response to the rough and hard fucking she was receiving. Her pussy tightened, gripped, and squeezed around my cock, while I just grunted and fucked her all the harder, continuing to use my superspeed as her body twitched wildly, each orgasm ripping through her in slow motion, pulsing her cunt around my dick in a pleasant rhythm.

Since I was jackhammering away rather than doing what I normally did in that situation - namely, try to control my orgasms by slowing down occasionally - I was pretty quickly getting to the point of coming. I decided to reward Sow with a nice, heavy creampie, slamming my hips deep inside her and letting time resume, her squeals completely animal as I unloaded inside her cunt, Fuckpig forced to watch the whole thing from the sidelines, masturbating to the show as I groaned and found sweet release inside Sow's cunt.

I sighed as I pulled out - then glanced at the clock. "Fuck. We gotta get dressed and ready for work," I told Sow, who burbled incoherently into her pillow. I smacked her ass, and she just whimpered, rolling around ineffectually. I grabbed my own clothes, pulling them on, while Sow continued her excessively slow recovery. "Fuckpig, help find Sow some clothes."

"Ah, Master, she came over here naked."

"Yes, and you are twins," I pointed out. "Give her a spare set of yours. Sow, come on," I said, grabbing Kate by the hair and tugging her along. Luckily, she had just enough brain power to use her flight power, so I didn't have to try to lift her all the way into the bathroom. I could get her washed up, her body twitching as the warm water first hit her, and that was enough for her brain to restart.

"Sorry," she said, still a little disoriented as she blinked herself back to consciousness.

I spanked her ass. "No apologizing unless ordered," I told her. "That's my rule for Fuckpig, and now it's my rule for you. Got it?"

"Yes, Master," she agreed, a small smile on her lips.

Ultimately, I managed to get to work just barely on time - mostly thanks to my superspeed. Kate was a couple minutes late, since she did not have superspeed. She didn't get in trouble or anything, just got embarrassed for being late.

Hank said he wanted to know why she had been late, which made Kate look like she was going to pass out, just standing there and shivering like a leaf - which, of course, only made Hank more concerned about why she was late. Eventually, Tsuru stepped in. "Stop bullying her, Hank."

"I'm not bullying her, she's refusing to answer a straightforward question, and it's concerning given it relates to her job."

Tsuru sighed, glanced Kate's way, then shrugged. "She was having some fun early morning sex and lost track of time."

"Oh," Hank said. He glanced Kate's way and gave her a nod. "I see. That's all you had to say. I hope you and your partner had a good time."

He left at that point, and Tsuru snorted. "Sheesh. What a prude, huh?" She teased, elbowing Kate, who looked on the verge of passing out.

"Y-yeah..." was all she got out. "I'm going to get changed into uniform." She then floated off as fast as she could, making Tsuru laugh.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 102: Fuckpig's Aftercare
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I wound up just playing Adventure Party 3! with Xico, Nora, and Vanessa. The load I'd blown in my pants had been intense enough that I wasn't immediately interested in sex, and Nora and Xico both seemed fine spending time together.

Vanessa said that "maybe" she could "eventually" cast the clone magic on me again, but she wasn't going to do it soon. I honestly wasn't that bothered by the whole splitting thing, now that I'd reabsorbed my two clones, though Xico seemed less interested than I was in a repeat of my use. In my memory, a big thing was just the greater comfort with igossing with her (plus, of course, the slave collar thing being extremely sexy), but something about it had bothered her.

"It's just... not really... you..." Xico said. "Well... it's you, but... different... and I like... the normal... you." She fidgeted awkwardly at that, and as I tried to review my memories of it, I wasn't sure quite what had made her unhappy with my clone - my clone either hadn't noticed, or hadn't pieced it together himself, or hadn't considered it worth making a mental note of.

Whatever it was, within a couple hours, I was seeing Nora, Xico, and Vanessa off (final rankings: Xico, then Vanessa, then me, then Nora, if you were curious; Nora would have been even further behind if there wasn't a catchup mechanic where your character is temporarily converted to the demon king's cause).

At that point, I decided to go check on Kate. I'd tucked her into bed, and she'd passed out, since my clone had marathon fucked her pretty much all day and night. It was actually quite an intense experience for me too - to be frank, it probably contributed more to my creaming my pants than Xico did, even though she was great too.

It's hard to compete with a straight day of fucking, after all.

I gently knocked on the door, not wanting to wake her if she was asleep, and then let myself in, unlocking the door slowly to step inside. Technically this was a violation of landlord laws, but I really doubted that Kate would mind.

She laid in bed still, though she'd rolled over, the blanket falling off her, leaving her naked other than a collar, the scent of sex intense around her nude body. She looked so good like that, especially since I knew I'd put her in that state... but, I was coming by to check on her, not to fuck her.

Also, I'd just gotten done fucking her for like a day straight, so I was perfectly content to just sit down on the edge of the bed, gently running my fingers through her hair.

Her eyes gently fluttered open, eventually coming to rest on me once she identified the source of the head pets. She swallowed when our eyes met. "Ah... Master..." she breathed out, the word full of intense emotion and feeling, making my dick furiously throb. She said it like she was calling her husband by the sweetest pet name she could think of, and it was very sexy, especially when combined with her naked body.

I just gently caressed her cheek. "I'm just checking on you," I told her. "I went at you pretty hard, I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Her response was instant - and panicked, jolting her out of her sleepy state. "It was good! It was good, Master," she said. "I liked it, Master, thank you very much, I'm so grateful - ah! You know, we make more money in Origin than here in Secundus, so I can give you a big gift as a thank you. W-would you like a new car? I could probably even pay the import fees on one if you want one."

Even if she was jolted awake by a shot of adrenaline - well, your body needs sleep for a reason. "I have superspeed and live in New York City, Kate," I reminded her. "I don't want a car."

"Oh, right. Sorry. I'm sleepy, that's why I said something like that, Master. I do think about what would make you happy."

I leaned down over her to kiss her on the forehead. "You don't have to worry, Kate. I enjoyed myself a lot, too. You're very fun to fuck. We just went at it for so long, and you were a bit of a mess, and I fucked you in front of Xico, Vanessa, and Nora for a bit too."

Her cheeks did turn pink as she remembered that. "Oh... yeah," she said. There was a long silence. I just kept on softly stroking her face. "Oh! No, it's fine, Master," she said, at last. "Sorry." She swallowed. "Master... it was so good... thank you for doing that, really. All of it. I love the way you treat me, and I'm happy you think a disgusting pervert like me is worthy of your concern, but it's okay."

"Yeah?" Somehow, Kate had managed to get me hard again with that effusive talk. My gaze ran up and down her naked body. "Do you want more, then? As in, right now?"

"I do! Yes, Master!" She rolled onto her back and spread her legs. "I-I- my legs still feel like jelly, Master, but if you want to let this disgusting piggy wrap her loose pussy around your cock and do her best to serve as a meat fleshlight, then I will!"

How could I resist a line like that?

Honestly, easily - but I wasn't going to. I pulled off my pants and clambered in between Kate's legs, teasing my cock at her sex. She shuddered in anticipation, her look one of pure, brainless arousal, her lips softly parted as her eyes locked on mine.

I suddenly remembered that - despite my clone fucking her all day - I hadn't been able to use my superspeed at all during it, and grinned. Her eyes widened in delighted surprise at my expression, no doubt recognizing it as an implicit threat of wild sadism, but she couldn't form any words before I activated my power.

From my perspective, I slowly slid my cock inside her, my hands grasping her thighs and keeping them spread to allow me easy access. The ginger, slow sinking of my dick inside her earned slow-motion wriggling from her on my dick, her eyelashes fluttering in slow motion, her tits rippling like jello as her whole body twitched on my cock. I pushed ever deeper inside her, until I was completely hilted in her tight cunt - at which point I started to roll my hips.

Any resistance Kate had to being a quickshot had been trained out of her (at least temporarily) over the past day, so she immediately started to come, gasping as she moaned and cast her head back, her cunt gripping and squeezing at my cock. It was a nice, muscular cunt, and I just remained inside her as she jerked me off with it, letting go of her thighs to reach forward for her tits, fingers sinking into the supple, copious flesh of them.

While my work with my hips was done with an eye to making sure it felt good for Kate (not that that proved particularly hard), my hands on her tits were entirely selfish, just sinking into the fat funbags. She quivered and moaned, her cries of pleasure drawn out in slow motion as I just played with her body like that, richly enjoying every last detail of her expression.

The day-long fucking had also completely annihilated any inhibitions she might have had about showing off the stupidest variations on her o-face, so her tongue limply flailed around outside of her mouth as her body writhed beneath me. My fingers dug all the rougher into her tits, and she cast her head slowly back and forth, as I started to properly fuck her, the bed shaking subtly from my pounding.

I was slow and languid in my thrusts, but that only intensified the pleasure for her, playing it out at enhanced speed without any issues of friction. Her eyes rolled back up in their sockets as I roughly gripped her tits, and I felt her come again around my cock, her cunt spasming wildly and hungrily around my dick, her moans filling the air. Her pale skin was quickly growing shiny with a fresh coat of sweat, and it was a gorgeous sight. I started to intensify my pace inside her, enjoying all the lewd noises and faces she was making as I fucked her like that.

The sounds she was making were completely indecipherable to me, but they were no longer just moans. I decided to let time accelerate so I could hear her properly, and I wasn't disappointed.

"Thanksh Mashter for cock, I be good for Mashter," she slurred out, her cheeks hot with arousal as she looked up at me loosely, her eyes unfocused. I gripped her tits all the tighter, ramming my dick deep inside her and relishing the feeling of her beneath me and around me. Her pussy quietly gripped and squeezed on my cock, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth with each passing second, as I just quietly rode out the soft waves of pleasure that her tight, muscular cunt was inflicting on me, enjoying groping her relentlessly.

She misinterpreted my decision to bask in the moment, though - once she gained enough of her wits to think anything at all, she thought I was somehow upset or dissatisfied with her performance. "Ah, is it not good, Master?" She asked, her voice desperate to please, sounding more like a drowning woman begging for a floatation device than a powerful superheroine. "I'll do anything!"

I really was just enjoying myself relaxing inside her cunt and playing with her tits, so nothing in particular came to mind. "Thank me for fucking you," I decided on, a relatively straightforward request.

I hadn't expected much - but I should have recalled that I had broken down all of Kate's resistance to humiliating herself. I didn't know if she'd reassert her old, more bashful self, but right now she had no shame left in her, except the sort that made her cunt grip and squeeze my cock as she spoke up. "Thank you so much, Master, this lowly Fuckpig doesn't deserve Master's cock, I'm so grateful that you deign to fuck my loose, useless pussy, even though you could fuck younger girls like Xico and Vanessa, with tighter pussies, too," she explained, her cheeks only slightly pink now, more from arousal than shame.

It made my dick throb inside her - and my immediate instinct was to remain silent, nonverbally encouraging her to continue.

"Thank you, thank you, I'll be a good fuckpig for Master, I'll do whatever you say, I'll give you money and favors and anything you want, I'll pamper you, praise you, do anything for you, I'll be a good girl, Master, I will I will!"

She was so desperate that I felt bad for her, so I started fucking her again, just pounding away this time, not bothering to use my power for the moment. She immediately came around my cock, going cross-eyed as the powerful orgasm ripped through her, her pussy spasming hungrily around my dick, gripping and squeezing my length as my fingers dug into her breasts. Each thrust of my cock just brought her more pleasure no matter what I did, at this point, and it felt fantastic from my point of view.

"You're already a good girl for me, Fuckpig," I told her, as I just rutted inside her. "Don't worry so much. I just like playing with you," I explained, fingers digging into her tits, prompting her to orgasm all over again. "You're so fun to tease and bully. It gets me rock hard, watching you squirm." She twitched more on my cock, mouth opening and closing repeatedly, as she took in that compliment. I decided - what the hell? I hadn't kissed her (at all?) during the marathon fucking, so I decided to be nice, leaning down over her and just pressing my lips against hers, tongue invading her mouth.

Her response was to instantaneously wrap her legs around my hips, trying to drag me deeper inside her. I just groaned and let her, enjoying the feeling of her legs tight around my waist. (Also, she had super strength, so if she really wanted to hold me down, I had no choice.) She moaned passionately into my mouth, her own tongue going wild inside her mouth, tasting my gums, my teeth, my tongue, everywhere she could get at. My fingers just squeezed down on her tits, and she eventually released my hips, letting me start properly fucking her again.

I cycled back and forth between using my superspeed to drag it out, and fucking her silly at regular speed. She clearly loved both, moaning happily into my mouth, sometimes reaching up to hold me in a kiss, other times releasing my body altogether. Hot breaths spilled out of her mouth into mine. When I finally broke off the kiss, she looked up at me, worshipful, as if I was the sexiest guy to ever stick his cock in a woman, and that was enough to send me over the edge. I groaned as I erupted inside her, and she oinked in response.

I mean, I'd told her to do so earlier, as I recalled. It was a very sexy thing, seeing her so utterly desperate to please, and when I was finished coming inside her, I let out a long sigh and pulled out. She swallowed, and I reached down to softly pet her. "I know you feel guilty about 'tricking' me into sex, Fuckpig," I told her. "Don't. I like fucking you, and having you as my personal little fuckpig, so there's no need to feel bad about it." I grasped her hair, twisting her head by it, and she let out a hot pant in response, eyes looking up at me loosely. "I like you, and Sow, and I want to own you both," I informed her, my voice a little rough to make the emphasis. "Saying it's a bad thing that you let me use your body as a masturbation aid is just uncouth. How do you think it makes me feel, having my little piggy feel guilty for letting me use her the very first time we met?" I bopped her nose lightly for emphasis, and she smiled nervously up at me.

"Y-you really aren't upset?"

I reached for her choker, casually caressing it as a point of emphasis. "Do you think most guys collar their rapists and fuck them in marathon sessions? I'm not upset, Fuckpig." I casually planted my thumb on her lower lip, and she promptly started to suck it. "When you feel guilty, that makes me upset, because I want my pets to be happy. You, and the Kate from this world, both." She blushed at that, but nodded in acceptance. "Good girl." I leaned down to kiss her on the forehead - then clambered up atop her body. "I want a titfuck. Lick what comes out of these fat sweater puppies of yours, they're your best feature."

She flushed at that, but nervously smiled as she pushed her breasts together, leaning forward towards my cockhead as it popped out from between her tits. I just gently pumped my hips back and forth, enjoying the warm pillows that were her tits. Her tongue flashed out to taste my slit, flicking back and forth in nervous movements when my cock drew close, then just sort of hanging out awkwardly when I pulled back.

The mix of her own juices and the copious amount of sweat she'd given out were plenty enough to make the progress back and forth inside her tits quite pleasant. It was a nice, smooth valley of warm female flesh for me to fuck, and I just sighed as I enjoyed it, casually petting her as she worked.

I had spent most of the past day fucking her brains out, after all - I could just be selfish right now and enjoy her body like this. The thought came to mind that I could say whatever stupid thing came into my mind that would get my dick hard, so I tried to think of what would be the sexiest thing to say.

Kate was rich. Even this world's Kate was well-off, as a professional superhero in high demand; Origin had a GDP per capita that was, like, twice as high as Secundus's. She had, of her own volition, offered to pamper me, a thought that did make my cock twitch, smearing a dollop of precum across her tongue, so I decided to just say what came to mind, holding myself in her bosom and watching as she suckled around my cockhead.

"It's appropriate that you're my Fuckpig, because you're also my piggy bank, aren't you, Fuckpig? If I ever need money, you'll gladly give me however much I want, won't you?"

My cock twitched as she rapidly nodded, letting out an "mhm!" around my dick, not wanting to let my dick leave her mouth. Instead, she upped the pressure on her tits, massaging my dick through her breasts roughly.

"If I decided I wanted new clothes, a new console, new games, new videos... you'd buy them for me, wouldn't you, Fuckpig?" Her nodding was almost desperate, looking up at me with an expression that said nothing so much as, Yes, I would, please believe me that I would, Master, I really mean it and am not faking at all! "Mm... what if I wanted to buy something sexy for Nora to wear? She loves doing cosplay for me, you could buy her some nice outfits so I could fuck her in them."

Kate's cheeks burned, of course, but she nodded just as rapidly in response to that, her expression seeming to proudly proclaim that yes, of course she would do that, she would do anything to make me happy.

"I have to say, I like how much of a little cuck you are, Fuckpig," I told her, casually patting her on the head. "You and Sow are so desperate to please, you'll lick another girl's cuntslime off my cock. Never any drama with you, right? You know you're on the bottom."

Kate mewled but nodded around my cock, and I groaned in pleasure, softly working my hips back and forth in the valley of her breasts. My fingers tightened up on her hair as I started to thrust roughly at her tits, wet popping noises escaping her lips as my cockhead entered and exited that warm, wet hole, her breaths spilling out around it.

"It's so convenient. No drama," I breathed out. "There's never any drama with you, because you know you're my little cuck bitch, my paypiggy who's eager for her Master's cock, who doesn't mind if I fuck other women because she knows she's a disgusting pervert who should be thankful I fuck her at all." My cock was furiously throbbing in her tits, my hand on the back of her head tight - and her own hands were tightening up on her tits still further, intensifying the pressure on my cock.

She had even started to let out small, affirmative hums with each thrust, agreeing with whatever I said. My pace accelerate as my arousal spiked from the little impromptu show she was putting on - and then I came, groaning as I spilled my cum all over the inside of her mouth. She hurriedly gulped it all down, looking up at me for approval as she did so, and I softly petted her as I came down from my orgasmic high.

Only once I was completely spent, Kate having suckled and licked the last few droplets out of my cock, I pulled out of her breasts with a sigh. I used my superspeed to buy time and stared down at her, admiring her expression, her hands still on her tits, holding them tight. Her nipples were perky, and the look on her face said she'd gladly have let me roll her over and fuck her ass - or whatever other hole I felt like - for the next four hours.

Instead, though, I decided to go to sleep, on the grounds that it was late, and I'd just come. I casually grabbed Kate under the arm, moving her around - she started using her flight to help me out, once she realized what I wanted - and eventually laid her down at the top of the bed, letting me use her tits as a pillow. "I'm going to sleep," I told her, as I closed my eyes. I considered leaving it at that - but she'd probably gotten at least an hour of sleep during the time I'd been hanging out with Nora, Xico, and Vanessa, so she'd probably wake up before me. Knowing how completely desperate to please she was, she'd probably just lie there until I woke up, unless I said otherwise. "If you wake up first, give me a wakeup blowjob."

"Yes, Master," she said, and then we both went to sleep.

* * *

Kate woke up before Roger. There was a bit of dim light creeping in through the windows, suggesting it was quite early in the day.

Her dreams had been... well, they had been of sex with Roger. What else was she supposed to have dreamed about? It was what she'd spent the whole past day doing.

The sex had been even more intense than the real thing. Her being completely dehumanized, paraded around openly through the city, fucked and used, treated like a piece of meat for Roger to jerk off with and discard. Stepped on. Spat on. Insulted.

She was wet already. The sheer, overwhelming, unbridled intensity of it... she sighed softly, even at the hazy memories.

It took her a few long minutes of reminiscing over the sex itself, and the dreams, to finally remember that he'd told her to do something if she woke up first. The dreams of sex were so vivid and specific, that it also took her a few seconds to mentally confirm that it hadn't been a dream.

She glanced down to confirm he hadn't noticed, and then gingerly creeped out from under him, using her hands and her flight power to move him off her as quietly and as smoothly as possible. He let out a faint groan, but his eyes remained closed, and he didn't move beyond that, so she didn't appear to have disturbed his sleep. To make sure she didn't wake him, she didn't crawl down in between his legs: she floated, gingerly sneaking under the covers to eventually plant herself in between his legs.

His cock was flaccid as she approached it. It looked so different like this. She loved feeling it smacked against her face and smeared across her features, being degraded by Roger in that way, being treated like territory a dog was marking... right now, it just looked cute.

She'd make it look right. She leaned in towards it, licking at his slit at first, trying to tease and play with the head. It started to grow hard almost immediately, and she wrapped her lips around it, swallowing it into her mouth. The sharp taste of her own juices was somewhat distant now, but it was still tangible, mixed in with the flavor of his cocksweat. It grew and bulged inside her mouth, soon large enough to press against her throat.

Roger had thoroughly trained her gag reflex away, though, so it simply neatly slid down her throat as it grew inside her mouth, filling up her mouth quickly, as she let it slowly slide down her throat. Her pussy throbbed at the feeling of the full, lively thing inside her mouth.

Eventually, she had Roger fully erect in her mouth, resting atop her tongue, its flavor truly delicious. She gulped wetly around it, swallowing, trying to stimulate it yet further, and Roger groaned in response, his hips pushing up against her face, balls slapping at her chin. She just swallowed more, her tongue getting into it, doing her level best to please him. Roger continued to let out noises of pleasure, and eventually reached for the blanket, pulling it up, letting her look directly up at him from her position down there, cock in her mouth.

He looked surprised, which made her nervous - had she misremembered a dream as reality? Did he not like it? - but he soon reached down to pet her. "Good girl. Good girl." He wriggled into place, as if trying to get comfortable, his cock rolling around in her throat. "I'm happy you woke me up this way, Fuckpig. Mmm." He groaned as her tongue licked along the underside of his cock, with her holding her mouth down in his pelvis. "You know what, you're allowed to masturbate," he told her.

She flushed at that, hesitating a moment - but if he said that, that meant it was what he wanted her to do, didn't it? She reached down in between her legs, starting to tease her pussy lips for a few seconds, then just shoving her fingers inside, starting to pump them back and forth. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feeling of the cock in her mouth, bobbing up and down, up and down, wetly glugging as she moved all along his length. Her tongue slithered, and she twisted her head gently from side to side, adding to his stimulation as she fell into a rhythmic pace, just focusing on doing a good job of pleasing him.

Her eyes eventually opened to look up at him, and he was smiling down at her as their eyes made contact. His hand gently pet her head again, softly stroking her hair. "That's a good little piggy. Ah. This is what you're for, Fuckpig. Being my adorable little masturbation aid. Aren't you happy that I use you?" She nodded around his cock rapidly, wanting to make clear her honest gratitude for his interest in her, and his cock pulsed inside her mouth and throat at that.

He groaned in response, his hand gathering up her hair into an impromptu ponytail. She felt a tingle of anticipation, pausing her bobbing for a moment. "I'm going to fuck your face now, Fuckpig. I'm going to use your mouth as a jerkoff aid." Her masturbation became even more rapid at those teasing lines, her cunt on fire with desire - and then he actually started to do it, pounding her up and down his dick roughly, sliding his cock into her throat over and over again. Wet, thick glugging noises escaped her throat as he just brutally pounded her face, and her masturbation only grew more intense in response to it.

He was using her to jerk off with, pretty much. He always treated her with such contempt - but also, just a little bit of love underneath it? That peck on the forehead when he'd come back to her last night... the memory of it (obviously, combined with her frantic masturbation and getting facefucked) sent her over the edge into orgasm, wet moans cut off repeatedly by his cock plunging into her throat again and again.

"Yeah, that's it, you love it, you- you little piggy, you love your master's fat cock in your throat, you love getting used as a masturbation aid, you should count yourself lucky I fuck you-" she nodded rapidly at that last part, "-nngngod," he groaned out, holding her down in his pelvis, his hips bucking and his cock throbbing and pulsing as he unloaded straight down her throat. When he was spent, he released her hair and laid back in her bed with a sigh.

After a good minute of just quietly sitting there, waiting for direction, she decided to slide off his cock, wiping her mouth. "Did I do good, Master?"

"You did great, Fuckpig," he told her, using that degrading pet name like he'd forgotten her real one. "I want some breakfast in bed. Go grab me, mm, some hashbrowns, I guess," he decided on after a moment. "Take a shower and get dressed properly, obviously," he added, giving her ass a slap as she got out of bed.

"Yes, Master," she said.

"You're paying, obviously. You promised to pamper me, remember?"

"Yes! Yes, I did, and I meant it, Master," she said hurriedly, as she collected fresh clothes from her dresser before heading into the bathroom.

God. She really did just want to move in with Roger and forget about everything else some days.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 101: Counterspell
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I was woken up from my sleep by my phone going off; I had one of Nora's bodies atop me, but it was easy to just roll her off, clambering out of bed and eventually finding my phone in my pants pocket. Luckily, superspeed meant I got there before it finished ringing.

"Roger, hiii," Vanessa said. "I think I figured out what went wrong with the spell, it should be a super easy fix. Where are you? I need you and the clones around to get you guys to merge."

"Ah, I'm at Nora's. My clones... pretty sure they're back at my place? One with Xico, one with Kate."

"Got it," Vanessa said. "Where do you want to meet?"

I was currently naked and lightly sweat-soaked and would definitely have liked to cuddle up with Nora - but the clones were actually me, and I had superspeed, while they didn't. "I'll head back to my apartment. See you there."

One of the Nora's arrived at that point, her casual dress - tank top and baggy pants - somehow still making my bare cock twitch in the air. She glanced at it longingly. "You are leaving, Roger?"

"Yeah, I've got to get this whole 'bunch of magic clones' thing worked out," I explained, as I started gathering my clothes from the floor.

"I'll come with you, as making sure that you are healthy and well is important to me," she declared.

"I'm going to be using my superspeed to get there faster," I told her, which made her lips purse. Her cool expression still betrayed she wasn't happy about that statement. "You can send one of your nearby bodies there - I'm just headed to the apartments."

"Ah, I see," she said, smiling lightly. "Since I have an apartment, I have a body nearby, which I will have wait for you."

"Not there?" I asked, as I pulled on my shirt.

"The body that was having sex with Kate was being very loud and inconsiderate," Nora explained succinctly.

"Oh. Sorry it bothered you," I said. I wasn't that apologetic - after all, if I wanted to be loud having sex, it was my body - but you say you're sorry when you make someone else feel bad, whether or not you meant to, whether or not you had the 'right' to. Especially when that someone was a woman you were sleeping with.

"It is fine. I simply left the apartment and went on a walk. The body has already left the bookstore she was perusing for something worth reading," Nora explained. "According to the Maps App, the time to reach your apartment by walking for her, is significantly less than 10% of the time it would take to reach there from here, so you can leave at any time and meet me there."

"Got it," I said, pulling on my shoes. "See you in a bit, then," I said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek - which prompted another happy smile from Nora.

"Yes. See you soon, Roger," she said, leaning forward, lips puckered, and going for my lips instead of my cheek - but keeping it to a chaste kiss.

* * *

Nora waited patiently in the hallway outside of Roger's apartment. Vanessa, whose magical error had allowed her to have extra exclusive lovey-dovey one-on-one time with Roger without Xico interrupting, had yet to arrive. Xico and "her" Roger were in Roger's room, which meant Nora did not want to be in the room with them, as "her" Roger was clearly super affectionate and cuddly with Xico. Nora tried to remind herself that it was not the "real" Roger, and thus she had no reason to feel jealous, but she liked Roger very much, and seeing him treat Xico with such affection definitely made her feel jealous.

It was not that she was angry, per se, that Roger was with Xico, as if Roger had broken up with her and dated Xico, she would have been sad (because Roger was no longer her lover), but she would have been happy for Xico. Rather, it was jealousy, that the person she liked and was in a relationship with wanted to spend lots of lovey-dovey time with someone else. She wanted Roger to feel similarly to her: she would prefer all her lovey-dovey time spent exclusively with Roger. This included both sexual and nonsexual romantic activity, such as playing with one another's hair, lap pillows, cuddles, and so forth.

The real Roger arrived at that point, appearing to almost teleport out of the staircase. Since she was now in a new body, she was aware that he had worked up quite a sweat during their earlier sex, since he stank. However, it was a pleasant stink, because it was his sweat mixed with her own, a distinctive aroma that reminded her of the fun time they had spent having sex earlier. "Hey," he said.

"Hello, Roger. Vanessa has not yet arrived."

"Got it," he said, glancing at the door to his own room for a moment before deciding to lean against the wall instead. "I'll just be glad this is over."

Nora did not think she agreed.

While she understood that it was probably unhealthy in some way for Roger to have clones of himself that were permanently separated, she liked the fact that he had extra bodies to distract Xico and Kate, who were - she was reasonably certain - the two girls closest to his heart, emotionally. While the newspapers had claimed he had an affair with Mira, Nora believed that was a purely sexual, or 'sex friend' type arrangement, whereas Roger was much more conventionally/romantically affectionate with Xico and Kate, which Nora did not like.

Instead of saying that, she simply nodded. After a moment, however, she realized that was a lie, since she would not herself be glad this is over. While the nod could be taken merely as acknowledgement that she'd heard him, it was probably deceptive. "I think I would rather that you continue to have clones, as then I could monopolize you while the clones go do other things I do not have to think about," she explained.

He simply blinked at that. There was a long silence, but she did not think it was awkward, as she was reasonably close to Roger so the two of them could simply be silent and it would be comfortable.

The silence was broken, not by Roger speaking, but by a loud noise from the alternate universe Kate's room: "OINK! OINK OINK OINK!" She was obviously having sex and being forced to make loud, humiliating noises. "I'm a good little fuckpig for my master! Thank you for using my loose pussy! OINK!"

Nora had found she did not feel as jealous of Kate as she did of Xico (or, indeed, any of Roger's other sex partners), specifically because she would say pathetic things like that. She knew Roger had some 'dominant' and even 'sadistic' tendencies, and while she was willing to go along with them in some ways, she would very much not enjoy talking about how loose her pussy was. (Also, Roger made it clear that her pussy was in fact 'tight', which was very nice to hear him say, particularly given that he had enough previous sexual partners to say so with a reasonable degree of confidence.) Additionally, of course, the fact that Kate was almost literally screaming that she was inferior to Nora, helped Nora not feel jealous about her in particular.

Roger's response to Kate's loud, humiliating words was to wear a strange expression, then clear his throat. "Sorry about that. He must have been at it for quite a while, I wouldn't make her so loud normally," Roger explained, to which Nora simply nodded.

"OINK OINK OINK! Thank you! Thank you for fucking this pathetic fuckpig, Master! Fuckpig promises to be a good fuckpig for Master! OINK!"

"Can you shut the fuck up?" Came a yell from Roger's normal room, where Xico and that clone were.

"Oh God, they're fighting," Roger said. "I don't think I'm like that."

"Yes. You are quite conflict averse," Nora agreed, "which is one of the things that I like about you."

"Thanks," Roger said, smiling at her. "While we're trading compliments, I like how honest you always are."

Nora smiled herself at that comment - then she had a realization. Xico was also very honest, since she had been raised on a compound with other half-taliké and taliké, and thus was used to speaking to people who could read her mind, and thus was always honest, since there would be no point in lying. Perhaps Roger's 'type' was honest girls? He may also have been into blondes... however, he had many partners who were not blondes, and that sort of superficial trait is unlikely to function as a selector in a long-term relationship.

Kate did feel somewhat 'dishonest' in how she expressed her feelings. Whether or not she genuinely thought that her pussy was loose, she was very meek about publicly expressing her dominant/submissive relationship with Roger. On the other hand, Gillian was very straightforward about expressing those things, and Roger did not seem overly interested in her; certainly, less than Kate.

He did seem to have a preference for superheroines, but that may have been for any of a variety of personality traits generally common among superheroines (e.g. prosociality, conscientiousness), or merely because he worked with them.

She attempted to mentally sort Roger's sex partners by their level of honesty, but - beyond her and Xico both being highly honest, and also having a high degree of closeness to Roger - she did not notice any strong pattern there. Mira, Kate, and Stitch were fairly regular partners, and not unusually honest. Bup was unusually honest, and did live with Roger, but it seemed more like he took pity on her than anything else...

"That wasn't sarcastic or anything," Roger said, drawing her back to reality. Nora just blinked repeatedly in response to that statement. "You, uh, went off in your head. I wasn't being sarcastic about it."

"Oh. No, I was wondering if your 'type' was honest girls, since both Xico and I are unusually honest," she explained.

"I don't really think about my 'type' that much," Roger explained. "I guess I like hot girls."

Nora nodded. Physical attractiveness was a reasonable, and common, preference in partners, and she would probably not have initially become interested in Roger if he had been unattractive. Albeit, now that she was interested in Roger, she probably would still be attracted to him if he was somehow cursed to be unattractive. "I also like hot men."

Roger snorted, but smiled at that - and then they were interrupted by the arrival of Vanessa, who huffed and puffed as she came up the stairs.

Vanessa was not particularly in shape, which would normally be inappropriate for a superheroine, but as Vanessa was magically inclined, it was considered acceptable. "Sorry, the bus was a little late," she huffed out, as she waddled over to Roger, swaying a bit as she walked. "I need both the clones here, where are they at?"

"OINK!"

"One of the clones is with Kate," Nora said, pointing to that door, "and one is with Xico in that room," Nora said, pointing to the other door.

"Got it," Vanessa said. The door to Kate's room shook.

* * *

Kate panted heavily, feeling the heat of humiliation rush across her whole face as she was pushed up against the front door to her room. Roger's cock had never left her for a moment, as he just mashed her body into the plastered wood. It felt cool against her skin, the exertion and pleasure of the constant, marathon sex somewhat quieted by the feeling of it. Her breathing was shallow, her nipples scraping against the wood sharply, her head swimming as Roger just kept fucking into her. He nibbled on her ear for a moment, then whispered: "Oink, piggy."

She was beyond resisting that sort of command - Roger had thoroughly burned that out of her, making her do it again and again. Anyone in the building would have heard her by now. She had no shame left to feel. "OINK!" She squealed appropriately, and Roger rewarded her, playing with her clit, teasing it, sending sharp waves of pleasure through her whole body. Her mouth was half-open, drool just slipping out, running down her chin as she got mashed against the door even harder, pressed into it by Roger's bulk.

"Good piggy. Keep oinking for your master."

"OINK! OINK OINK OINK!" She did her best to obey, oinking loudly, feeling her head swim as she imagined who might be here right now. There was another Roger. There was Xico. There was...

"Uh... should we interrupt them?"

Plastered up against the door, she could now hear a new voice, one she didn't recognize. Her cunt tightened up around Roger's cock, but he didn't stop fucking her, continuing to just pound her against the door. The mix of tension, embarrassment, fear, and raw physical pleasure was making her brain just dribble out of her ears and/or cunt, her thoughts a complete mess, as Roger kept on fucking away. Hot pants escaped her throat, as her eyes unfocused.

She heard a door across the hall open. She made out Xico, Roger, Nora, and the new girl talking to and over one another. Her pussy went wild as Roger just slammed her body against the door, clearly doing his best to make noise even without her squeals of pleasure. It was like she was having her brain rewired, learning - in some final sense - what exactly she was now, teaching everybody else it too. Was she a woman with some dirty sex fantasies she was afraid to talk about out loud? No, she was a naked, uninhibited Fuckpig, owned by Roger Cooper, whose fat cock had taught her that she really would do anything for sex.

She heard the jingle of keys from the other side, and her brain failed to put together anything in particular from the noises. She was too busy paying attention to the thumping of Roger's hips inside her, his lips close to her ear, as he whispered all sorts of dirty things to her. "You're a good little piggy." "That's my girl." "You feel good. It's good that you're behaving yourself." At least, something like that - her thoughts were so fuzzy it was hard to put anything together in concrete terms.

Then the door opened, swinging outward, and she tumbled forward for a moment before Roger grabbed a tangle of her hair, halting her forward momentum. She was bent over, Roger's cock pulsing in her cunt, and she saw the expressions of everyone there: Nora, Xico, two Rogers, and some pink-haired girl with horns who she didn't know. She felt the heat scalding across her skin, the utter and complete humiliation of the moment, and her cunt spasmed around Roger as she just came. Even as some tiny voice in the back of her brain said she shouldn't, it was overpowered by instinct and Pavlovian response: "OINK!"

* * *

I sighed as I locked eyes with my other self. Kate was, at least, not pissing herself right now, but her expression was completely ridiculous. "Stop fucking her. I need to reabsorb you," I told him. "Also, making her fuck in front of everybody is humiliating."

"She loves humiliation," my clone said. He pulled out of her, letting go of her hair, and she promptly collapsed to the ground altogether. He casually stepped on her face - making a point of doing it - as he moved over her, walking into the hall. She let out a little whimper as his foot pressed against her cheek.

He was completely buck naked, incidentally, if you hadn't guessed as much. His skin was slick and shiny with sweat, his hair damp and sticking to his forehead as he stood there. Xico blushed sharply and looked at the ceiling, while Nora just ran her eyes up and down his naked body. "Vanessa?" I prompted.

"Huh? Oh! Yes, yes, sorry!" She clapped her hands together, pulling a folded up piece of paper out of her jacket. "Okay, everybody put your fingers on here - no, Roger, you put yours in that circle," she said, as I put my finger on the wrong circle. After a second or so, we all managed to do it properly. "Right." She took a deep breath, clearly tried not to stare at my dick, and then said some stuff in Latin.

It took a moment for the two bodies to get reabsorbed - and then I was hit by the memories of them both. They went in a weird, back-and-forth cut, without any particular pattern: it'd be ten minutes with Xico, then thirty with Kate, then twelve with Xico, then two with Kate. The cut points, at least, felt relatively natural: orgasms, the start or end of long cuddles, that sort of thing.

It just went on and on. I wound up falling to my knees, and Xico managing to stop me from just collapsing to the ground with her thiasyar.

I ran through the previous day-and-change, and, given how much sex (and how much good sex) my two clones had been engaged in - I've already related to you what they were feeling and thinking at various times - I had a minor accident, just groaning as I knelt there, shuddering in place.

When I finally came back to myself - a minute later? Two? - the awkward orgasm had finished, and I had fully re-experienced both clones' lives, so at least I hadn't missed out on boinking Xico while she wore a slave collar and we igossed. Or the insane marathon sex that I'd had with the alternate universe Kate.

However, it was embarrassing to just jizz my pants in front of my closest sex partners. "No, it's, um... h-hot?" Xico squeaked out, fruitlessly, but I just cringed still further. "It is..."

"It is!" Vanessa agreed. "I assume she's talking about you coming like that!" She added, a moment later.

"Yes. Your o-face is very cute and sexy," Nora noted from the sidelines, while the heat in my cheeks by that point had risen to the level of Kate's.

Luckily, I did have superspeed. I slowed down time, and was just about to zip out of there - when I saw Kate on the floor. My clone had definitely been putting her through the paces, and she did just collapse, naked, in front of multiple people, so... I gently hefted her up, carrying her into her bedroom, lying her on her bed, before heading back to close and lock the door. I gently pet her, trying to ignore the discomfort in my pants. "Hey, Kate," I said, in a soft whisper. "You okay?"

She nodded dumbly, pushing her head into my hand a little bit. It was a cute, fawning movement, that had my cock raring to fire off another load, this time not in my pants. I leaned down over her, giving her forehead a kiss. "I'm going to take a shower," I told her, and she nodded.

For some reason, there were still the clothes the other me had been wearing when he showed up in Kate's apartment, still duplicated - it was weird, but I wasn't going to repeat that to duplicate items. Instead, I just grabbed the clothes and I headed for the shower to clean myself of sweat and other things.

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Xico could feel as Roger got into the shower. She understood why Roger was embarrassed about coming like that: if she imagined herself just coming in front of people at random, it would also be embarrassing.

But... it was just sexy, really. She could tell that nobody thought he was gross or anything for doing it. Everybody's response had, genuinely, been to think that it was sexy. (Well, Kate hadn't, because she'd been too out of it to really process what Roger had done.)

Nora frowned as she stared at the door to Kate's room. She crossed her arms, impatiently tapping her foot.

"Um... so, what's going to happen now?" Vanessa asked Xico. "I mean, Roger's really hot so if you think he's going to be DTF, I can stick around... but maybe he'd rather I go, since this is kinda my fault?"

"He... doesn't think... you're at fault..." Xico said. Right now, he was mostly thinking about how embarrassed he was just orgasming in front of them all like that... which Xico thought was a little cute in its own way... even if she didn't want Roger to feel embarrassed, obviously.

"Do you think he will continue to take advantage of the clone magic?" Nora asked bluntly. Xico could tell it was because she wanted to have Roger all to herself, and when he had clones spending time with Xico and Kate, she could.

"No," Vanessa said. "It's because I was casting it too many times in quick succession that it caused problems. It's, um, kinda 'the dose makes the poison' type of deal? Obviously not actually poison." She fidgeted. "I had like four different counterspells I'd have to try if that wasn't the problem. It could've been a bunch of different things."

"I see," Nora said.

"It would have been safe if it had been one of the other things! And it was the thing I thought!" Vanessa defended herself frantically, assuming Nora was blaming her, given her cool expression.

"She's... fine," Xico told her. Nora mostly was unhappy that Roger would not be getting cloned more in the future. "Nora, um..." Should she say something? They were basically fighting for Roger's love. Xico had no idea what to say, though. "I... um..." Nora had no idea what Xico was trying to say, obviously, so she couldn't say something to fill the awkward gap. It would probably be some very straightforward thing, like Yes, I would also like to be Roger's only girlfriend. Except, Xico would be fine if Roger had two girlfriends, her and Nora, it's just that Nora wouldn't be fine with it... "I wish... we could... just share him..."

"We are sharing him," Nora pointed out.

Xico's tails curled behind her. "I mean... I like Roger... and you like Roger... so it would... sometimes people... have two girlfriends..." Her words came out as a mumbly mush. She felt the heat grow in her cheeks.

"Yes. For example, right now, Roger has between two and sixteen girlfriends, depending on who is counted on the list." Xico had no idea how Nora had gotten to the number sixteen, and didn't care to do the math herself.

"Yes, but..." She sighed. "I don't like... making you unhappy..."

Nora tilted her head. "Then break up with Roger."

"No!" Her tails straightened out at that. "I mean..."

Nora stared at her for several seconds, thinking so fast that it came off more like a wave of emotion than anything verbal. Then she placed her hand on Xico's shoulder. "Xico. I will make Roger my exclusive boyfriend who will not have sex with other women, except possibly with Kate and/or Bup as they are so pathetic I do not feel jealous of them, so I could compromise on Roger continuing to have sex with them. However, ideally, he would be so busy with me that he would forget to have sex with either of them for months and they would find someone else instead."

"Um..." Xico had no idea what to say to that.

"That is my goal. As this goal is not predicated on deception, manipulation, or any other unethical behavior, it is not wrong for me to pursue it, even if it will make you unhappy. By extension, even though what will make you happy would make me unhappy, so long as you do not purposefully behave in an immoral or deceptive manner, then it is also acceptable for you to do it. I am saying this as I am your older mentor at Star Heroic, and am thus bound to give you good life advice, rather than intentionally sabotaging you. If I were not, I would not say this, I would instead just ask you to stop having sex with Roger and let me be his exclusive girlfriend. Although, I am also asking you politely to please stop having sex with Roger and let me be his exclusive girlfriend."

Xico gave Nora an awkward smile. She understood what Nora meant, more or less: It's not wrong to fight me for this, even though I want you to lose very badly. "I... have to... say no..." She said aloud.

"That is what I thought," Nora agreed.

There was a long, somewhat awkward silence, where Vanessa tried to mentally ask Xico various questions about what the heck was going on, but Xico didn't really have any good answers, and before she could come up with any, Roger emerged from Kate's room, gently closing and locking the door.

"Sorry. I needed a shower," he said. "You guys didn't have to just wait for me in the hall," he added, feeling a little awkward. "Uh. Who wants to hang out?" He suggested - and all three of them raised their hands.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 100: Nora Alone
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Roger sat on Nora's love seat, sprawled out. She had convinced him to strip down to his underwear, in order to give him a massage, and he just relaxed as she stood behind him, hands on his shoulders. He sighed and relaxed there, closing his eyes, while another of her bodies simultaneously gave him a foot massage.

That body's position also allowed her to secretly catch glances at his underwear, which she monitored closely. While when he first stripped and sat down, he had not been erect, he was fully hard within a minute of her massage beginning, which made her feel highly attractive and effective. She did not have too much experience with massages, but if Roger liked them this much, she would study and practice - in fact, another of her bodies was now online, consulting a guide on how to perform such a massage.

In point of fact, giving massages was an excellent way to get a man into the mood, and Roger seemed particularly easy to get in the mood in general. Nora considered just asking him outright for sex, but this could seem crass, especially since she had invited him over to her home herself, and not even suggested sex when doing so. She had just suggested that he might prefer to spend time apart from his clone, as he did not currently share a consciousness with his clones, and his clone was headed back to his apartment. Roger had taken her up on it, an entirely innocent act. Although he had a very high libido, no one appreciated being tricked.

Wait. Had she been lying to Roger? No, she had never said anything explicitly untrue, but her behavior did qualify as deceptive, since she did not mention that, once he came over to her house, she hoped they could have lots and lots of sex in the spare time she got him all to herself while Kate and Xico were distracted by his clones.

"Roger," she said with the body that was massaging his shoulders, "I should be honest. I invited you over hoping that, at some point, we would have sex. I am not saying this to pressure you, but because I realize I may have deceived you. It is completely fine if you do not want to have sex right now, of course."

Roger snorted at that. "Don't worry, Nora, I guessed as much."

"Ah, I see." She let out a sigh of relief. "In that case, would you like to have sex now, with one of the bodies massaging you, or a third body?"

"Mm..." Roger hummed, his eyes still closed as he relaxed under her massage. "How about a third body, in my lap? Then you can keep up the massage. It's very nice, by the way. Thank you for it."

Nora smiled at that. He was saying her massage was nice, which meant he would want more massages in the future, which would provide more opportunities to seduce him. Already present in her house was a body making lunch, and another body doing some basic dumbbell exercises - she brought that second body out quickly. It was a bit sweaty, but often they worked up a sweat having sex, and Roger never had a problem with that.

Roger flicked his eyes open as it entered the room, and the body that was giving him a foot massage noticed his length pulse against his underwear. The new body was only wearing a sports bra under a loose tank top, as well as some gym shorts, so it seemed very likely he was aroused specifically by those clothes (fitting into his noted enjoyment of her in 'cosplay'). Although she had the understanding he enjoyed women in various unusual forms of dress, this one in particular seemed very casual.

"Should I keep the top on?" That body asked, as she started to peel off her gym shorts. Roger's dick pulsed in its confinement once more as she undressed, having to lean down to get it out, and she noticed his gaze snap to her breasts as she did so. She made a mental note that he liked it when she bent forward - then made a physical note with a body on her phone, in the document labeled Things Roger Likes 3.

"Ah... not the tank top, but keep the bra," he said, his dick still twitching. It looked almost uncomfortable in its confinement, but Nora obeyed his request, leaving her wearing nothing but a sports bra as she approached him, already slick and ready with desire as she moved to straddle him. He looked up at her with naked lust, his hands finally coming to life to grope her ass cheeks, while she continued to massage his shoulders and foot.

She reached down for his underwear, hesitating for a moment with her fingers hooked into his the waistband, just in case she'd misinterpreted his signals. However, he did not nod or otherwise indicate for her to go on, so the moment took longer than she expected, until at last he groaned, let go of her ass cheek, and pulled down his underwear himself.

She wondered if she had accidentally teased him, and if he had enjoyed (or disliked) that? She would ask him after the sex, because his hand on her ass was guiding her towards his cock, his other hand grasping it near the base as he directed her towards it.

"Could you put your hands behind your head?" He asked, and she immediately did so. "Alright," he breathed, letting go of her, his eyes wandering up and down her body with obvious lust. "You look really gorgeous like this - sweaty and eager," he said, a smile on his lips. "Okay, now ride me," he said.

She immediately pushed down his cock, enveloping him entirely. She rolled her hips around with his cock inside her, making him groan in pleasure in response. His head cast back, then went forward, his eyes lingering on her tits - but he hadn't told her to take off the bra, so she just bounced in place, rolling her hips around on his cock, just keeping his whole length inside her. He felt so good inside her sex, and the way he looked at her made her feel sexy and desirable. He brought his hands in, both groping her ass cheeks. He had at first tried to be lazy, but now his desire was overpowering him, and he was leaning in to start kissing and licking at her cleavage, sucking up on the sweat in a way that made her feel incredibly sexy.

She wanted to just grab his head, to run her fingers through his hair - but he had told her to put her hands behind her head, so there they remained, fingers locked together as his tongue danced against her skin. The feeling of his eager licking, his tongue diving in between her breasts, combined with his hands just groping her ass cheeks, making clear his desire for her, were intensely erotic, and she could tell that body was going to orgasm very soon.

After a few moments' consideration, she decided to let that pleasure wash over her, rather than fighting it. Roger seemed to enjoy it when she came. She ground her hips against his as she closed her eyes and moaned, casting her head back, her fingers tightening where they interlocked behind her head. Roger's cock frantically throbbed inside her, and he used his grip on her ass to start bouncing her up and down, his tongue hungrily licking all along her skin, tasting her sweetly, his cock furiously pulsing and throbbing. She could feel him with every squeeze of her cunt as her orgasm ran through her, her body desperately trying to become pregnant despite the impossibility of the task.

Roger only became more excited, grunting into her bosom as his hips slammed up into hers, making it difficult (but not impossible) to keep massaging his feet. He groaned, jerked, twitched, and she thought he was about to orgasm - but he didn't, not quite, instead collapsing back into the chair, panting heavily as he did, pulling his mouth out of her breasts as he looked up at her, half-dazed.

Her own orgasm had finished by that point, but her pussy tightened around his cock again, seeing his expression like that. She often had difficulty interpreting people's expressions, but seeing his lips half-open, his eyes slightly unfocused, and knowing it was from his near-miss orgasm excited Nora greatly. Her sex gripped and squeezed him, and she started to properly ride him at that point, using his earlier movements as a guide on what sort of pace he wanted.

His response was instant: a groan, a stiffening of his whole body, an even more obscene expression. She continued to massage his shoulders and feet as her riding got more intense, her hands continuing to remain clasped behind her head, as requested, as she rode him. In this sort of situation, it seemed appropriate to offer dirty talk, so she attempted to find an appropriate guide for such online with another body.

She could not quickly find anything particularly fitting, but some recommended that you state your honest feelings of desire for your partner. "I wish that we could do this every day," she said, as she bounced on his cock. "I want you to be my life partner. I want you to come live with me, and not with other women. I enjoy cuddling with you, and would like to do it every night. I love how big and hard you feel inside me, as well as your very high libido, and the way you find my personality 'cute.' I want to feel you come inside me. I would like to start a family with you, where I am your wife and we have children together."

At that point, Roger groaned, his hips once more bucking up into her - but this time, he actually came, and she sighed in pleasure at the sensation of those thick splatters of cum raining down all over her insides. Heavy pants escaped her throat as she shuddered atop him, letting those squirts of cum fill her up, and she sighed as his orgasm finished off, her hands finally leaving the back of her head to lean into him, letting his cock rest inside her as she pressed her body. He just sighed, relaxing into his chair, his nostrils drinking in her scent. She enjoyed the closeness, the feeling of their bodies pressed against one another.

Although she very much enjoyed sex with Roger, and the fact that he was able to sexually keep up with her, no matter how exhausted any other man would have been...

She also enjoyed the tenderness of their bodies pressed against one another quite a lot too. If she had been forced to pick one or the other, it would have been very upsetting; fortunately, she didn't, so instead she just got to enjoy as his arms wrapped around her. A sigh escaped her lips as she snuggled into him.

"You don't have to keep up the massage, Nora," Roger said.

"Ah. Do you want me to stop? It is not difficult to continue the massage if you are concerned about me. If you want to switch which body you are having sex with, then this body can give you a foot massage instead," she suggested. She felt his cock twitch inside her, his interest obviously carnal and immediate, and she felt a nice thrill of her own - Roger liked her, wanted to have sex with her, and was (as always) excited about the possibility of more sex with her.

"Fuck it," Roger breathed out. "Let's just keep going," he said, gripping her hips tight and starting to pump her up and down his cock. She let out a pleased moan as he began to pound her atop his cock, and she let out a noise of surprise at just how intense he was being with her, fingers digging into her hips.

Not that she minded. She definitely did not mind seeing the man she liked very much get so obviously aroused - especially not when he started using his superspeed once more, the stimulation becoming unbearably intense as that body seemed to jitter on his cock, bouncing up and down with impossible speed. The pleasure just felt like a powerful gut-punch of pleasure, all added up on top of itself, and she moaned as she felt herself rapidly drawing close, her own hands clasping onto his stomach tighter, a brainless action not intended to stop him.

It didn't, either. An orgasm hit her in short order, and her eyes rolled back in their sockets, at which point Roger rammed her back down into his lap, grinding her against his pelvis, his cock throbbing inside her all the while. For a long moment, he held her down, his own eyes closed, as she enjoyed the ecstasy of the moment - and then he pulled her up and off his cock, making her let out a small noise of disappointment. She wanted him to come, after all.

"Let's all three go to your bedroom," he said.

"You mean the bedroom with a queen sized bed, correct?" She asked. She had several bunk beds in other rooms, as she had multiple bodies. He nodded, and she quickly guided him to the bedroom, her other two bodies still clothed, while his naked cock bounced around without any shame whatsoever. There was definitely something quite thrilling about seeing a man who was so comfortable in his own body, and also when that man was Roger in particular, and also when it was Roger's cock in particular.

Once they arrived, he laid her out on the bed, the body that he'd been fucking having her legs quickly spread. "Actually, hold your thighs," he said, and she did so, holding her legs in that somewhat awkward position - but the pulse of his cock at that more than made up for it. "You two, also naked," he added.

"I am not quite naked, do you wish for them to keep on their bras?" She asked, as they started to strip.

He rolled his tongue along his lower lip thoughtfully, his length once more twitching in the air. "Naked, but you keep on the bra," he decided, then slid his cock inside her in a single smooth motion. He started to pump back and forth, while her bodies on either side of him attracted his attention, his eyes wandering both of their increasingly naked bodies in a way that made it clear he was deeply, intensely aroused by the sight of her naked. She felt her heart beat just that little bit faster, as his cock twitched and slapped at her stomach, and then he took hold of it and just thrust inside her, using his power to make the stroke simultaneously hard, fast, and intensely pleasant, like having a slow, grinding saw inside her played at ten times the speed.

Her other two bodies were naked by that point, and he reached out for them - a moment later, he pulled them in close, hands sliding down either one towards their groins, slipping his fingers into both of the bodies' slick pussies, starting to tease and toy with the lower lips. For a moment, he did so at what was an ordinary pace - already quite good, since he was a very giving and attentive lover, who clearly loved to make Nora orgasm lots - and then he brought his power into it.

The movements of his fingers were like lightning tracing across her skin, leaving her breathing heavily as his movements played out. Ten times the sensitivity, ten times the pleasure, ten times the precision - everything that she should have experienced in minutes was compressed down to less than a single minute, which meant it took her no time at all to arrive perilously close to orgasm in the body he was fucking.

He halted his pace inside her at that point, his cock half in her, while the two bodies at his sides clasped his shoulder and upper arm for support, legs trembling beneath them both. Hot pants escaped their throats as they looked at him, vision blurry with tears and pleasure alike. His cock twitched as he looked between the three of them at lightning speed, Nora's fingers still clawing at her thighs to keep her sex easily ready for him.

As the bodies he was fingering got close to the edge, he started to rut inside her again, and almost simultaneously, all three exploded in ecstasy. The white hot pleasure was warm and delightful, the simultaneity actually leading her to completely lose her train of thought in a conversation she was having elsewhere, simply standing there with her mouth open as her consciousness (or "soul") was momentarily overwhelmed by the shock of the triple orgasm.

A second or so later, that body got back to the conversation, but the three in the room with Roger continued to quiver in pleasure as orgasms ran through their bodies. He leaned towards one at his side, trembling and leaning against him, kissing its forehead, then the opposite, giving a similar kiss, and then he leaned down over the body he was fucking, locking eyes with hers, handsome features framed by dark hair - and he pressed his lips down against hers, tongue forcefully invading her mouth. She moaned into his mouth, her body continuing to spasm beneath him, while his tongue danced with an impossible speed, the kiss rendered unimaginably tasty as her pussy hungrily gripped, squeezed, and caressed his cock.

His tongue then slowed down, and his hips started to move inside her again, this time at a casual, slow pace. Her hands remained on her thighs, her ankles pressing into his shoulders, while he just fucked away at her, a casual, thorough pace that stole away her thoughts and breath alike as he made out with her. The hands playing with her other bodies' pussies became increasingly distracted, and by extension, incompetent, but she didn't mind. In a way, it was sexier: Roger was so completely enthralled with the kiss that he forgot everything else.

After a minute or so, he used his power again, though it was only his tongue that really sped up - his pace inside her remained similar, albeit more erratic. She had to assume he was trying to pace himself, thrusting away inside her, and the mattress faintly squeaked beneath her. Either way, the saw of his cock in her pussy was quite nice, and he abandoned the idea of playing with her clones to instead just grope her ass cheeks, letting out rapid-fire groans before sucking in air around her lips.

She came again, naturally. She was both enjoying the physical pleasure of the experience, as well as the way that Roger was clearly becoming ever more aroused as he fucked inside her. She decided to try to use her two naked bodies to increase his pleasure, having one push into him from behind, hard nipples scraping against bare skin, while the other leaned in close, whispering in his ear. "You feel very good inside me," she said, and she felt his pace slow, his tongue similarly becoming quiescent in their mouths. "Sex with you is always wonderful. I love the taste of your tongue in my mouth. I hope you find me as attractive as I find you."

Roger broke off the kiss with a hot pant, his expression seeming to be one of intense concentration. "I do," he panted out, struggling to even keep in that position, his body trembling atop her. "You are extremely hot, Nora," he said, and she felt a heat bloom in her cheeks at the pleasant compliment. "God, I could fuck you all day," he said, and her pussy clenched up at those words - something that earned a lewd groan from the man himself. She tried to do it again, with intent this time, and his panting became more labored, his lips once more mashing against hers. She could feel as he used his power again, and she continued to try to grip and squeeze his cock, to get him off that way.

"You are absolutely permitted to fuck me all day, Roger. You have a 'sick' day today," she whispered in his ear. She was not sure he could actually understand her, given that he would be hearing her decelerated by a factor of ten, but she decided that was no reason not to speak up. After all, even if he had to guess at what she had to say, it would doubtless prove erotic in itself.

The body beneath Roger came at that point, his pace hitting her just so, and she could only moan and thrash beneath him as he continued an endless kiss. His pace accelerated, objectively, and his power may have as well, but mostly, that body was simply being crushed with pleasure, the body behind her pressing into him, even the scrape of her nipples along his backside feeling like a teasing touch played at many times speed, her toes curling as he fucked into the her beneath him.

He was clearly trying to hold back and endure against the pleasure, while the body beneath him came. Nora no longer doubted that. However, she did not have any desire for him to hold back. "Come, Roger. Come inside me. Come in me. Come in me. I want to feel you come in me." Her words were repetitive and short, so he could work out what she was saying even slowed down, and it seemed like he did, because she felt his throbbing length pulse wildly inside her, the movements of arousal wild and erratic to her perceptions - and then he just groaned, gushing out inside that body for the second time today, breaking off the kiss to press his forehead into her neck, his breathing ragged, his whole body trembling.

She watched his movements as he recovered, at last pulling out of her with a wet pop. "I can do the work for the next round," the body that had been whispering told him. "You can lie down and allow me to do all the work. Whenever you are tired, I can pick you up and carry you, as despite your greater weight, I am fit and have three bodies."

He snorted. "I thought you were being poetic for a second there," he said, though he was smiling so it didn't seem to bother him.

"Poetic?" She asked, in confusion.

"Don't worry about it. I'd like that. Can you lay me out on the bed? Let's do the thing where one of your bodies fucks itself on my cock, and I finger the other two."

She felt herself let out an animal pant of pure arousal at the thought. Roger truly was the greatest partner she could ever hope for, given his extreme willingness to accommodate her high libido. While some men did enjoy 'gangbangs,' they tended to be focused on their own pleasure, or else do it out of some strange desire to be degraded. Roger, uniquely among all her sex partners, seemed to genuinely enjoy being crowded over by a dozen of her bodies, pressing from every direction, but purely out of sexual desire for her.

So, naturally, she quickly moved him into position. She decided the body he had just been fucking should be the one to ride him, as she knew he did not like to touch his own ejaculate with his fingers. The other two got atop his hands, and he eagerly started to finger her. His eyes darted between her bodies as they began to ride him, but his focus was on the two he was fingering, eyes flicking back and forth between them. He watched her breasts hungrily, particularly any time the body in question moved in such a way as to make them move, so she started to intentionally shift on his hand to provoke the jiggling.

It definitely had the intended effect, with Roger's gaze flicking over to her breasts, his cock twitching in wild spasms inside her that suggested he was simultaneously aroused and using his power. Her inner walls squeezed and gripped his cock as she rode him, trying her best to get him off, intensifying her pace. Her bodies wound up coming in an uneven, random order like that - first the one on his right hand, then the one on his left, and then the body riding his cock, breasts still confined in her sports bra as she moaned atop him.

He groaned at that last one, casting his head back for a moment, his groan coming out odd due to his power - and then he was back to it, starting to pump his hips up into hers, his eyes locking on hers with a ferocious hunger that made her feel warm inside.

After inflicting a good half-dozen orgasms on each of her bodies, he finally came inside her, and she sighed as he filled her up, twitching on his cock as her lips parted, just loving the feeling of being filled.

Of course, Roger had plenty more energy, so they tried different positions, making love all day, Roger seeming completely fine with forgetting everything but sex. (She did have bodies bring him snacks and food, though he had a cute and sexy tendency to get distracted and start fucking them too.)

Eventually, at the end of the day, she laid curled up against him and atop him: one body on either side, one naked, sweat-soaked body sticking to him from above. He just smiled, giving her a loving kiss on the top of her head, before going to sleep, and she snuggled into him and closed her eyes.

She wished every day could be like this.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 99: So Noisy
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Xico knew he wasn't "the real" Roger... but he was so nice to just be around it was hard to stay away. He should have been unsummoned, but instead she was constantly being blasted with the warm, fuzzy feeling of being the center of Roger's universe, his thoughts revolving entirely around her: is Xico okay? Isn't she cute? Is she worried about me? She licked her lips, I love her tongues.

They were still Roger's thoughts. The sorts of thing that normal, classic flavor Roger thought about her. Guys didn't think of her that way - even the ones who liked her, liked her because she was a superhero, but Roger barely even thought about that fact.

Roger thought of her as cute, and sexy, and sweet... and his clone pretty much had no thoughts besides "Xico is so cute and sexy and sweet." Not to the point of it coming off as tiresome, either! (At least, not yet.) He just saw her, and his brain would immediately pop up a compliment and suggest hugging her or cuddling with her or having sex or any of dozens of other things she very much would like to do too.

It was hard to concentrate on work, though. He was just so sweet and it made her so happy... she just wanted to float around next to him, and he just wanted to sit next to her and cuddle and-!

As if he could read her thoughts (he couldn't), Hank appeared, and Xico kept her eyes on his face, not his body. She didn't want Roger to feel jealous. Also, she thought Roger was sexier, anyway - no, she was getting lost in a bundle of nerves thinking about Roger!

"Roger, I heard about your condition from Dr. Siskander," Hank said. "Take the day off."

"Is that for... both Rogers?" Xico asked, her tails nervously curling behind her.

Hank nodded. "It is."

"Can I... take him home to... make sure he's okay?" That was pretty much a lie, wasn't it? She would definitely make sure he was okay! But that wasn't why she was suggesting it-! She just wanted to spend more time around Roger! She could feel the heat in her cheeks, and she was just about to take back the lie, when-

"Sure, Xico. You can have the day off. You never take a sick day anyway."

"I'm not..." Xico started, then stopped, nodding. She felt like she was bright red by this point, and talking would just make it worse. Hank was being nice - she could literally read his thoughts, so she knew that. He knew she didn't want to take him home to make sure he was okay. He didn't hold the lie against her, instead just seeing it as a cute kid thing. "Thank you," she said. She turned to Roger. "Um... come on, then..."

"Sure thing, Xico," he said. As he walked next to her, his thoughts quickly turned to her butt, imagining just bending her over some surface and going at it. She felt the heat creep all the way up to her ears. She liked it! She liked how horny he was for her! It was a compliment, it made her feel sexy and desirable and happy, and-! It was like a purified version of Roger's normal pleasant horniness...

Should she igoss with him some more? It was fun, but also really intense, and plus maybe she was getting addicted to having her own personal sweetheart Roger, which wouldn't last forever, and-!

Her head was such a mess! Roger really was too good... oh, would the normal Roger be showing up too? Then there'd be two Rogers, and maybe they could have some more MMF threesomes? Roger didn't want to share her with other guys, which felt weird to her - she liked watching Roger have sex with other girls, after all! - but it was fine. It wasn't like there were any guys really interested in her besides Roger.

Roger casually reached out for her, and for a moment she thought he was going to grab her butt - instead, he grabbed her tail. His fingers were soft and exploratory, gently squeezing and rubbing the muscles, and her toes curled as she floated right alongside him, letting out a little breath as he massaged her like that. She could feel his thoughts turn sexual in response to her breaths, which made her cheeks glow - and made her push to float that little bit faster.

Not too much faster, though, since she wanted him to keep massaging her tail.

* * *

Xico was surprised to find that the original Roger wasn't home yet when they got there. She wasn't upset, just confused. He did have superspeed, after all. He must have decided to go do something else. He did have sex with Nora last night, and then me this morning - maybe he went to watch a movie? (She could tell, from their thoughts, that the parallel-universe Kate and her clone-Roger were in her room, going at it.)

His clone had a key to his apartment, so he let them in. Xico floated into the room, and she had hardly any time at all to think before Roger wrapped her in a hug, his breath tickling her ear as his arms held her. She let out a little breath of her own, just relaxing in his arms. She could feel his hard on, as it wound up rubbing near the base of her spine, in between her tentacles - and she could also feel the cacophony of horny thoughts that were bubbling in Roger's brain at the moment. His lips started to kiss along her neck, his hands going to fondle her breasts, and she felt the smile on her lips and the heat in her cheeks.

Given their positions, she reached with her tails to try to fumble with his pants, then gave up - for one thing, the belt buckle almost pressed against her back, leaving no space for her to grab it - before using her thiasyar, closing her eyes to focus on the tactile sensations as she unhooked the belt buckle, then slid the belt off Roger. He let out a pleasant noise into her neck, a groan of raw sexual desire, and the sensation of arousal that washed over her was intensely exciting. "What... position... do you want... to do it... in?" Xico asked.

"I want to bend you over something and fuck you silly," he breathed in her ear, and she could tell he meant it, the heat in her cheeks growing still further. She swallowed and nodded - and he took hold of her by the hips, just bending her over his kitchen island, pushing up her skirt, then pulling down her panties. She helped him kick off the panties, showing off her slick sex, her clit pulsing with desire, as he got behind her.

The overwhelming need Roger was feeling for her, the raw desire, felt so good on its own, it was almost as good as the tail massage that he'd been giving her on the trip over. It was rapidly eclipsed, though, by Roger pointing his hard cock at her pussy, and just sliding into her. She let out a little groan of pleasure as she felt her inner walls spread for him, her toes curling, her head swimming in pleasure. It was just so nice. Roger gently thumping at her body, his hands on her hips, his hard cock pulsing with life, his mind buzzing with just as much arousal as hers.

She looks so cute like this. I want to see her face. Xico tried her best to twist her head around - and Roger responded by casually grabbing her thigh, twisting her around on his cock. She let out a little moan as he did so, and she gasped as he started to thrust back and forth inside her more rapidly, leaning down over her - not to kiss her, but just to rub his nose up against hers, to stare deeply into her eyes. One of his hands slid along her thigh, towards her stomach, his thumb momentarily brushing her clit - and that was enough, she was sent over the edge into bliss, moaning and jerking on his cock, her pussy going wild around his dick.

He watched her come - She's even cuter when she's coming - and then leaned down to mash his lips forcefully up against hers, his fat, thick tongue rubbing along her palate as her legs and tails both hooked around him, dragging him deeper inside her. Her pussy continued to grip and squeeze on his cock, while her eyes just lidded, her hands coming up to scrape through his hair and her tongues going wild in his mouth. She tasted him, slid her tongues along his gums, every which way, and when her orgasm finished, he broke off the kiss, admiring her panting, flushed face.

He made her feel so good. So happy. So sexy. As her orgasm finished, leaving her panting, he started to move inside her all over again.

* * *

I dragged Kate over to the wall, hand tangled in her hair as I fuck-walked her, the woman herself having no issue with it. She quivered on my dick as her tits bounced, her pussy going wild with excitement. The wall joined her room to mine, so when I pushed her cheek - and ear - up against it, she flushed as she realized that she could hear what was happening on the other side of the wall, if only faintly.

"Hear that?" I asked her, and she nodded, the sounds of pleasure she was willing to release quieting as she listened to my clone fucking Xico. "You know who that is?"

"X-Xico," she whispered, "a-and a guy."

"That's right," I said, not bothering to correct her about the guy being my clone - the excitement of exhibitionist sex would probably be less if she knew for sure it was another me. "You're listening to another woman having sex right now. Does she sound like she's having a good time, Fuckpig?" Kate nodded, swallowing wetly as she was forced to listen to another woman fuck. Mentally, I thought at Xico: Don't let her know you're reading her mind already. Whether Xico picked it up, I didn't know - didn't really care, either. Xico would never complain about me fucking other women, that was just the sort of girl she was, so if she heard Kate, she wouldn't complain. "You know what Xico loves, though? She loves hearing fat titted piggies oink for their master." I grabbed her hair, twisting her head so her forehead was against the wall, her lips mere inches away. "Oink, piggy," I ordered.

Kate's flush ran down from her cheeks all the way to her neck, and there were a few wet plaps of my hips against hers before I smacked her ass. "Oink!" She said immediately, her pussy tightening up on my cock extra hard.

"Louder," I ordered, and I could feel her clench around my dick in response, her arousal intensifying. "Louder, piggy," I commanded, smacking her ass again.

"Oooo~oooink!" She squealed the word out, as she simultaneously came, her pussy going absolutely wild around my cock in response to my thrusts and her own humiliation and exhibition and everything else. I twisted her head back, and back, until she was right next to me, my hips thumping against hers as she bounced on my dick, tits jiggling with each thrust.

"Good piggy," I told her, and then mashed my lips up against hers forcefully, earning a pleasant mewl from the girl herself, my free hand going to just maul her tit. Her pussy continued to spasm around my cock as I thrust away inside her.

* * *

Xico enjoyed the feelings that Kate was sending her way, the happy mix of pleasure and humiliation. It added to her own ability to enjoy the sex with the Roger currently fucking her atop the kitchen island. He grasped her shirt near the base, pulling it up and off with a little cooperation from her, as he continued a steady, forceful pace inside her. His lips kissed at her neck, her collar bone, and his hands undid her bra in a rush, with her quickly helping him get her almost naked (only her skirt was still on, and that was in a tangle around her waist).

"I... also want... to see you... naked," Xico breathed out to Roger, and he responded by leaning up. He hilted inside her, stopping his thrusts for a moment, as he grasped the base of his shirt and just tugged it up and off. She let out a breath as she saw his bare body come into her field of view, relishing the sight of him like that. He smiled at her, pulling back inside her, and started to step out of his shoes and socks. Her tails wagged as she marinated in everybody's shared happiness. She was happy; her Roger was happy; Kate was happy; Kate's Roger was happy. She licked her lips, reaching up for Roger invitingly, and he understood her nonverbal message, leaning down to kiss her on the lips again, his tongue pushing into her mouth, while hers did the same in reply.

He started to fuck her properly again, his hands sliding across her naked body, teasing her breasts, playing with her nipples gently and sweetly, and it didn't take too long before she was headed up to the edge again. She just moaned happily into Roger's mouth, getting more active in her kiss, and then she came all over again, losing herself in the simple joy of the moment that all four of them were enjoying together.

* * *

Kate's head swam as Roger broke off the kiss, then pushed her up against the wall. She was no longer leaned forward against it, cheek pressed against it; now she was plastered against it, tits mashing into her chest as he pinned her there, her knees thumping into it each time he fucked into her. Her face was red with exertion, arousal, and embarrassment, able to hear the noises of sex on the other side of the wall.

It was definitely Xico on the other side of the wall. She didn't know who the guy Xico was fucking was. It was Roger's room, so the logical conclusion was that it would be Roger, but of course, right now, Roger was pressed up against her from behind, his muscular chest mashed into her back as he pinned her to the wall like that. Xico and Roger must have had an open relationship, which meant the guy Xico was fucking could be anyone, which meant if she was loud, then some complete stranger would hear all her lewd, obscene noises she was making.

Her cunt tightened up at that thought, and Roger pressed her even closer into the wall, pinning her there. Her head swam at the pressure, her cunt tightening still further, hot breaths spilling out of her mouth as her brain fried.

Obviously, she had super strength, so she could have overpowered Roger and made him stop, but then he might have not fucked her again - no, that wasn't the real reason. That sort of behavior would break the spell that he had on her. It would make her think about it every time. She wanted to swim and to drown in the hopeless sensation of being at Roger's mercy, which is what she was at the moment. He nibbled on her ear. She tightened even further at the thought of what he was about to do - and he did it. "Oink, as loud as you can, Fuckpig." His words were smooth. Calm. Utterly at odds with the pace of his cock inside her, a rapid rutting that spoke to raw lust - and then suddenly he stopped, remaining half inside her, a punishment for her failure to act.

There was no conscious thought behind her next act. "OINK!" She squealed as loud as she could, and she came, hard, her pussy going wild around his cock, her vision whiting out at the edges. He started to fuck her again, her nipples scraping along the wall, and she just lost herself completely in the pleasure and humiliation of it.

"Good piggy," he panted into her ear as he rammed away, her body sliding and scraping into the wall. "They've heard you now. No need to hold yourself back," he told her, and the warm, humiliating glow in her cheeks intensified at that; she could even feel the heat make its way down her neck, all the way to the top of her breasts. "Keep oinking like the piggy you are," he ordered her.

She dutifully did exactly that.

* * *

I kept up a smooth rhythm with Xico, kissing at her neck, her chin, her cheeks, her ears, enjoying her playful little giggles, her warm smiles, her unmistakable happiness as her tails wagged behind her. "You're so cute. So sexy," I breathed in her ear, able to tell that she really appreciated that sort of earnest compliment, and not able to think of any reason I shouldn't say it as many times as humanly possible during the sex.

"OINK!" Came a loud voice through the wall, making me pause inside of Xico for the moment.

"It's... just Kate... she's happy... don't worry," Xico reassured me. "Just... keep going..."

I decided to to do as she directed, sliding my cock back and forth, kissing towards her lips again, my breath teasing at her lips for just a moment before kissing her. Her hands once more wrapped around my head, eagerly holding me in the kiss, while her tongues slid up into my mouth, tasting me just as much as I was tasting her.

We fucked like that for a little bit - then Kate started oinking again, seemingly trying to get louder each time. It was annoying. I was trying to make sweet love to Xico, and there was some meathead in the next room over interrupting us with her stupid sex noises.

Xico broke off the kiss at that point, and I slowed down inside her to let her talk. "It's... okay... I don't... mind... um... it's making her... happy," she told me, a nervous smile on her lips. I still didn't like it - I wanted to just focus on Xico. "I like... feeling... how happy... she is..."

"OINK! OINK OINK OINK!"

At that point, I decided that the least I could do is get away from the shared wall with Kate's room, carrying Xico over to the living room, my cock remaining inside her, sliding back and forth inside her as I moved. I planted her down on the couch, and her tails teased at my thighs as I started to lay into her again, kissing her on the lips as we started to fuck in that position. Her pussy was tight on my cock, her hands eagerly exploring my body, feeling me up as I fucked her, and there were hot, wet breaths that carried from her mouth up into mine.

I just tried to push the sound of Kate's obnoxious oinking out of my mind - and I felt Xico's inner walls tighten and clench in response to that thought, her tails unhappily tightening on me. I tried to keep my focus on her, anyway, her hot wet breaths filling my mouth as she also tried to focus on making out with me. I managed to put Kate out of my mind by getting more intense with Xico, the wet sound of our thrusts seeming to echo in the room.

Xico soon came again, her pussy going wild around my cock - and I did the same, orgasming right alongside her with a long, low groan into her mouth.

When I was finished coming, I pulled out of her with a wet noise, plopping down on the couch to relax for a moment and recover. Xico eventually leaned up, cuddling into my side happily, one tail snaking around behind me, the other smoothly rubbing along my thigh as she just cuddled and rubbed against me. I wrapped one arm around her, then turned on the television, switching between channels a few times before finding a pleasant sitcom to watch. They were a little odd in this universe, given the reversal of sexual matters, but it was still nice to just be able to spend time in quiet pleasure with Xico.

(I did occasionally catch a bit of Kate's loud oinking, even with the TV on and me well away from the wall, but being cuddled up with Xico was plenty enough to let me enjoy the show.)

After five minutes or so, Xico's phone went off, and she let out a little sigh, floating off to pick it up, coming back with it pressed against her ear. I could tell that the person on the other end of the line was Lope.

"He's right there with you, yeah?" The tinny, small voice was just about audible to me. "Maaaan. How about I take a day off and we have some fun threesomes? A whole free day with Roger sounds awesome." Xico's own tails wagged happily behind her at the thought - but I had no interest in Lope coming over.

Xico's tails stilled at that, glancing up at me with some momentary confusion. "I just want to spend the day with you," I told her.

"Yo, I heard him, what'd he say?" Lope asked, sounding excited and expectant.

"Um... he just... doesn't want you... over..." Xico said, her tails curled in. "Sorry..."

"Oh, no, it's cool. Uh. Could just play video games," Lope suggested after a moment. "If he's not in the mood. Though-"

I took the phone gently from Xico, placing it against my ear. "Lope. I want to be alone with Xico right now," I said - then I just hung up.

"That was... rude..." Xico said quietly.

"She was interrupting our time together, and couldn't take 'no' for an answer," I said. Xico's lips squirmed on her face uncomfortably. "...if you really want her over, then I can call her back." If it was what Xico wanted-

"No... it's... fine... don't... force yourself," Xico said, her voice more like a mumble than anything else. I gently pulled her back into the cuddle, but her body language was much less happy than it had been mere moments before. "It's... fine," she repeated. She gave my shoulder a little kiss. "Don't... worry... I'm happy... being here..."

Her gentle smile was enough for me. I just cuddled her back, enjoying her warmth.

"OINK!"

* * *

Kate whimpered as Roger just teased his cock at her entrance. "Louder, Fuckpig," he ordered her, as his cock slid back and forth along her slit. "Let them know what a filthy little piggy you are." Her clit pulsed at those words, her cheeks continuing to burn.

"OINK!" She tried her best to scream it out, but her voice was a little warbly from all the pleasure she'd been experiencing up to that point. He continued to tease her with his cock, silently demanding she get even louder. She swallowed, drew a deep breath in through her nostrils, and then cried out: "OINK!" Roger slammed inside her, and she came all over again at that point, moaning and thrashing in his grip.

"Can you shut the fuck up?!" Her brain stuttered at those words, since they sounded like they were coming from Roger, except on the other end of the wall, but Roger was currently in her pussy. She tilted her head back to look at him, and yep, that was Roger. Unless it was a shapeshifter? But he knew everything about her that the real Roger knew, and acted like the real Roger, and - she got dragged away from the wall by the hair, twisted around, and walk-fucked right back to the bed.

"Sorry about that," Roger told her, gently patting her cheek. "Don't worry. You were a good girl for your master, so now you're going to get rewarded, okay?"

...she decided it didn't matter if it was the 'real' Roger or not. "Oink oink," she breathed out, and Roger smiled, then started fucking her again, his cock throbbing in her pussy as he rutted inside her, hands pawing at her body as he went at it. He slid one hand down to her clit, and her pleasure spiked still further, her toes curling as she just let the good feelings wash over her.

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