Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 108: Meeting White Fox
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The next day at work, Mira showed up in my office. "Hey, Roger. You're always cooped up in here."

"I'm supposed to be working," I said, closing a tab full of cute puppy pictures to pretend to work on an Excel sheet that had been finished last week.

"Ah, I see. Lots of tax policy encoded in all those puppy pics you're always looking at," Mira said, nodding along with a look of feigned wisdom. I twitched, but she didn't push on the subject. "We have a new hire. I was hoping you could help with her."

"...help with her?" I asked, somewhat confused.

"Yeah. She's proving to be a bit of a handful. Chip on her shoulder, feels like she's the worst person around... here's a photo of her. Your type?" She held out her phone.

In the photo, a Japanese woman with her hair done back in a messy ponytail was squatting. She was wearing a tank top, which meant you could see she was positively covered in tattoos, stretching all the way up her arms, and covering her back - that elaborate Japanese style. She also had a toned figure and pleasantly large breasts. She was wearing red lipstick and nail polish, which was unusual in this world, but not unheard of. Her ears were repeatedly pierced. She was also flipping off the camera, suggesting she hadn't exactly consented to the shot.

"She's attractive, yes," I said.

"Great. I think if you struck up a friendship with her, which maybe involved sex, it would help her out."

"You really should just explain this whole idea in long form, because it sounds pretty stupid right now."

"Her hero name is White Fox; birth name is Himari Takamachi. She's from Japan, and she's an orphan. She grew up in an orphanage from the age of three; in Japan, orphans basically never get adopted. Amidahara Orphanage was actually owned by a member of the Sumiyoshi crime family - biggest Yakuza gang around - so she winds up joining the yakuza. She also gets powers at some point, so she becomes an enforcer. A few months ago, she turned state's witness in California against the Sumiyoshi, and their operations on the West Coast basically ceased. Now, she's over here in Star Heroic, to reform and put her powers to use for the good of society."

"That's a cool origin story, but it doesn't explain why I should become her fuckbuddy."

"Star Heroic is a superhero organization. That means that almost everybody working here is probably in the top-1% or above in terms of moral character. Himari feels - and has said in roughly as many words - that she's the worst person around and talking to us makes her feel like a piece of shit. Now, I don't know how to put this politely, Roger," she said, "so promise not to hold this against me..."

I pressed two fingers to my temple. "Fine. I promise."

"Great. You're probably the shittiest person working at this company."

"Thank you," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're welcome." Mira said, not missing a beat. "So, do you want to seduce this hot girl with big tits so she actually has a single friend here, or did I just insult you for no reason?"

I let out a sigh as I accelerated time to think it over. On the one hand, it was rude to say I was the shittiest person working at this company. On the other hand, I had just told a woman I would rather fuck around forever than commit, and had like four women currently in love with me that I was stringing along, so... I guess it wouldn't be fair to complain. "Alright, I'll do it," I said at last.

"Glad to hear it." She gave me a smile. "I tried to imagine the genders reversed, and I figured you'd be up for it. She just cussed out Priscilla and is smoking out back."

"No promises I'll reform her or whatever."

"She's already reformed, just needs some roots."

* * *

I stepped out into the cool air, finding Himari leaned against the wall with a cigarette in her mouth. She glanced my way. She had an expression like she'd swallowed something unpleasant, but she was quite attractive despite that. "Hey. You a cape?"

"No, I'm an accountant."

She snorted. "Here to smoke?"

"No," I said. I let time stretch out as I thought over the best thing to say. I had to mentally invert the genders. "I heard there was a hot chick smoking out here, and I decided to come say hi."

She raised an eyebrow at me, her expression shifting from generally pissed off to suspicious. "Yeah?" She dropped the cigarette, stepping on it and grinding it into the ground - then she stepped towards me, pushing me into the wall. Not physically - just with presence. She rested her elbow and arm against the wall to my right side, halfway boxing me in. "Hi," she said, a predatory note to her voice, like it was a threat. "Now what?"

Honestly, I was more bothered by the tobacco on her breath than by her aggressive vibes. "If you take a breath mint or three, we could make out right here."

She squinted at that, her expression getting more confused. Then she let out a scoff. "Oh, you're not an accountant, you're a hooker," she said, taking a step back. "I guess they paid you to try to make me feel better? I know how the sausage is made. I'd rather fuck a drunk fattie than pay for the hottest whore around. Or have somebody pay one for me."

I decided to match her energy rather than remain polite. "If I was paid to seduce you, why would I complain about your breath? It smells like shit. Smoking's a disgusting habit."

Her jaw worked at the air as she turned her gaze back to me. "Yeah, true enough," she said, rolling her tongue against her lower lip. "What, then? Cape groupie?"

"I've fucked heroines, but that's because I work here, and they're all hot. Including you."

"You think I'm a heroine?" She stepped towards me again, once more putting her upper arm to my right side as she glared up at me. "You even know who I am?"

"White Fox?" Maybe I should have googled her to learn more about her. Hopefully what Mira gave me sufficed. "You turned state's witness against Sumiyoshi."

She blinked. "Yeah? Doesn't bother you that I used to be yakuza?" She leaned in closer to me, pushing her tits into my chest. It wasn't intended to be seductive, just a consequence of how close she was getting to me, but I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her tits were all-natural, so I pretty much immediately popped a boner.

She wasn't pressed close enough to notice, and her eyes were on mine, so I just talked. "You're not any more though, right? So why should I care?" I slowed down time, and once more decided to just go for matching energy. "Look, I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation where you dare me to say I don't like you or whatever. You're hot. You've got nice tits. I'll fuck you right here if it'll shut you up."

"Yeah?" She pushed her thigh into my groin, and then froze as she felt my erection. A long moment passed as she mentally processed it - and then she started to rub her thigh against my boner. "You're seriously getting hard from this?" She bit her lip. "Fuck it," she decided after a moment, and then leaned up to kiss me fiercely on the lips. Her tongue slithered hungrily into my mouth as she just pressed against me, her hands going to clasp my cheeks to hold me in the kiss. She was pretty strong, but Nora level strong, not Kate - fit woman, no superpowers. I could have pushed her off.

She did taste like tobacco, though, so when she popped her lips off mine- "Seriously, you need to eat like three breath mints. I'll buy you a pack."

She huffed in annoyance, but followed me back into the building; luckily, there was a vending machine with mints on the ground floor. I popped it open, took out a mint, and hand-fed it directly into her mouth. Honestly, I figured it'd make it easier to convince her to down more than one, and it worked - her eyebrows raised as I slid it along her tongue, and when I popped my finger out, she dutifully crunched down, noisily biting away. "Gonna give me another?"

"I said three, didn't I?" I told her as I pushed another into her mouth, once more playing with her tongue for a moment of sensual intimacy. Any doubt in her mind that I was sincerely interested in her had evaporated, to be replaced with arousal.

I actually wound up giving her five mints, and her breath wound up overpoweringly minty - but it was better than tobacco. She took the box from me, sliding it into her back pocket, then just pushed me up against a wall again, mashing her lips hungrily against mine. I gently guided us down the hallway, and she let me, hungrily sucking on my tongue as she pressed her body against mine in a frantic, horny kiss. I could feel her perky nipples through her top and mine, as she slurped up saliva from me.

She was surprised when I finally arrived at my destination: the women's bathroom. I pulled her in with me, the door swinging open as we entered, and luckily nobody else was there. "Haaa... holy fuck," she breathed out, wiping her mouth. Her lipstick smeared slightly, but only in a way that made her look even sexier, my cock twitching. "The women's bathroom? You fucking slut. You'd better not be getting paid for this."

"I'm not a whore," I told her. "What, do you want some sexts from another girl to prove it?"

"Wouldn't prove fuck all, modern whores sext all the time. Better than fucking, since you don't have to touch the girl."

"Do you want to fuck in the stall or not? I want to fuck in the stall," I told her. I leaned into her, pressing my forehead down against hers. "I want to see your whole back tattoo. I want to grope your fat tits as I fuck you from behind."

She exhaled softly at those words, clearly enticed by them, but- "I seriously don't want to fuck you if you're being paid."

"I'm not a fucking whore," I told her, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her into the stall with me. I pushed her up against the door as I closed it, and I fiercely kissed her on the lips. "You're hot. I'm a slut." She clearly still had her lingering doubts, so I pulled out my phone, starting to scroll through my messages.

"I told you, sexting doesn't prove anything-"

"It's texts from Hank," I told her. "My boss," I explained, showing her the phone screen. She squinted at it. "See? Accountant."

"Plenty of prostitutes have other work too."

This was frustrating as hell. "Goddammit woman," I growled out, spinning her around so she faced the stall door. "I'm going to fuck you. I don't give a fuck if you think I'm a whore."

"I don't want to fuck a whore," she said, shifting her legs to stop me from pulling down her pants. "Pimps all manipulate and blackmail and threaten guys into sex. It's basically outsourcing rape."

It was sweet. Her heart was in the right place. But - "Nobody's raping me, now let me actually fuck you. You're not wearing a bra and I can tell you're horny. If you do not let me pull down your trousers right now, I am going to call Gillian and have her come suck my dick."

"We've talked for like-"

"Shut the fuck up and let me pull your pants down," I said - and she actually shut up and straightened out her legs. I let out a sigh of relief as I tugged her pants down, her panties sliding down her thighs alongside them. One of my hands slipped down there to start teasing her lower lips, brushing along them, teasing her clit as well. The other hand grabbed the base of her shirt and tugged it up and off, letting her big tits bounce free - and giving an unobstructed view of her lovely back tattoo. In addition to the smaller elements of the design - flowers and ribbons and whatever else - there was a single white fox, large and looking up at me with sharp red eyes.

It was actually quite pretty. Of course, my main focus at that moment was simple: getting my dick out so I could shove it in her dripping wet sex. Even if she'd been complaining and arguing and worrying about me being a prostitute, I was still a hot guy who approached her and made out with her, and now, was sliding my cock along the line of her sex. She shivered softly at the teasing movement as my dick rubbed back and forth. "Are you going to actually put it in?"

My hands slid up her flanks, groping one breast in either hand. They were nice and big and soft, and I could feel her arousal climb as I teased her like that. "I don't know, am I? I wouldn't want you to accidentally become a rapist."

Any moralistic concerns were defeated by horniness. "Fine, I believe you, just fucking put it in you bastard," she demanded - and I thrust inside her. She was tight, pussy muscles quickly flexing around my cock as I drove myself into her, her whole body tensing up. My hands groped her tits tight as I got all the way inside, just grinding my cock into her pussy, and she softly shuddered in response, her eyelashes fluttering.

I knew, in general, women in this world really liked this kind of grinding, often even more than a proper pounding, so I decided to indulge her. She shivered on my cock, her nipples perky against my hands as she panted into the door, and I leaned in towards her, softly kissing my way up her neck. "Another kiss," I told her, still groping her tits, and she tilted her head back; her hands were pressed against the stall door for balance, and mine were enjoying the plush, round feeling of her fat tits, Her tongue danced inside my mouth happily, as I continued to just grind inside her.

It was honestly something like teasing for me - but I'd fucked Stitch and Xico just that morning, so I had plenty enough energy to just enjoy it. I started to tease and play with her nipples, while my cock rooted around deep inside her. Her breathing into my mouth became more ragged as her arousal continued to spike in that position. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out a soft groan as her hands balled up against the stall door, pussy continuing to massage my cock inside her. "Mmf," she got out, some mumbled noise of complaint as she strained not to come while keeping up the kiss. She popped off my lips. "I'm about to-"

"Come," I told her, and she actually did. I groaned at the feeling of her tight, muscular pussy rhythmically massaging my cock as it rested inside her, and she let out a lewd moan of her own, twitching faintly in place, her tits jiggling in my grasp. I enjoyed the feeling of her orgasm as she panted atop me, and eventually she came down, eyes half-lidded.

"Your, nnn," she breathed out. "Haaa... aren't you going to try to get off?" She breathed out.

"Mm. I could. But it's always fun to watch a hot woman orgasm on my cock," I told her, my dick twitching inside her. I leaned in, nibbling on her earlobe. "I really like your back tattoo. It's sexy." Her pussy tightened on my cock.

"Yeah, lots of guys do," she said, fingers scraping along the door for a moment. I started to grind inside her again, making her breath hitch. "Fuck, more of this? You really just want to grind like this?"

"I'll tell you what I really want to do," I said to her. "I want to bend you over and make you come so many times you can't even talk. My powers actually help with sex. Want to see?"

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, eyes staring into mine, and she licked her lips. "I do."

I slowed down time at that point. Using my grip on her tits, I tugged her back away from the stall door, so that rather than pressing against it, she was leaned forward; her forearms pressed against the door, now, helping her stay upright, as her head wound up jerking forward and then hanging low as she recovered in slow motion. My cock remained wedged inside her, and I admired her body, her pants wrapped around her ankles, her fox tattoo looking truly lovely upon her back, its red eyes seeming to look up at me invitingly. Every twitch of her body made it shift and ripple in a truly enchanting fashion.

Her tits, also, were exaggeratedly big in this position, hanging low with gravity as her ass wound up pushed into my pelvis. My cock throbbed inside her, and I started to slowly pump back and forth.

Slowly to me, of course. From her perspective, played out at 10x speed, it was no doubt fast and hard, and I could tell as much as her cunt tightened, as her head started to pull up, as her fingers balled into fists. She started to make noises with her mouth, but they could have been human noises or mere animal noises - I couldn't tell and didn't really care. Continuing to grope her right tit flagrantly, my left hand slid down her body, going in between her thighs, finding her clit, and starting to tease that as well, index and middle fingers rolling around the sensitive nub.

It took her no time at all to come from the stimulation, her pussy tightening rhythmically around my cock, each grip and squeeze running in slow motion. I just grunted, losing myself in the sensation of it, thumping at her hips all the faster with each passing second. I watched her left breast bounce, its size making it just barely visible beneath her torso, while her tattoo twitched and writhed in response to my thrusts, the movements of her muscles beneath it making the whole thing more appealing.

I enjoyed driving her absolutely wild with pleasure, hitting her with orgasm after orgasm. I could play with her tits freely, and she just moaned and writhed, giving up on anything coherent. I made a game out of finding exactly the right angle and pace to make her come again in the midst of a previous orgasm, enjoying the way she quivered, twitched, and jerked, grunting in response to my hard fucking, my fingers squeezing onto her tits as I played with and relished her body.

I lost track of how many times she came, but her body was becoming shiny with sweat, giving her skin a shiny look, making her tattoos look even more striking as they shone with a fresh coat of polish. I finally let time go back to its normal pace, enjoying as I heard her mumbled words. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, ahh, so good, fuck, ahm, it's, ahn," she sputtered incoherently, "you're, you, so close, again, ahm, please, fuck," she gasped out, her voice getting more desperate. I was no longer using my super speed, which meant the sex was now worse for her - though, worse than the godlike level I could achieve by manipulating my super speed. "Please, like before, please, I don't even know your name," she whined out, only now realizing.

Or maybe she'd realized during the intense fucking and tried to ask. I couldn't tell.

"My name's Roger," I told her.

"Roge~er, fuh, funny, name," she said, pussy gripping at my cock with manic energy. "Please, holy fuck, that was incredible, Roger, fuck me nice and ha~ard."

Rather than giving in, I decided to pull out. I'd made her come plenty enough times already, and I was enjoying seeing the way she'd just melted in response to the continuous stream of pleasure. Seeing the cold bitch turn into a mewling wreck for more cock was insanely sexy. She looked over her shoulder at me, needy and upset that I'd pulled out of her. "I made you feel good, White Fox-"

"Himari. You can," she swallowed, "call me Himari."

"Himari. I made you feel good. But, when I do that, it's hard for me to come."

"Wha, aren't you the type of guy who doesn't care about his own pleasure?" She seemed genuinely confused.

"No," I told her. "What kind of guy- whatever," I said, shaking my head. "No, I like orgasming too."

She panted for breath, having by this point mostly recovered from the intensity of the sex. "Got it." She stood up straight, still in her boots, pants still around her ankles, and turned to face me. "Fine. What do you want?" Her tits bounced pleasantly as she wriggled out of her pants. "I'm not a selfish lover. Just, y'know. Some guys, they don't really care if they come."

Was this a Japanese thing? I remembered, vaguely, in my own world, hearing there was more social expectation that women be dead fishes in Japan? "Not this guy," I repeated.

"Right. So what do you want?"

"Does your power have any sexy uses? I don't actually know what it is," I admitted.

"Not unless you want to fuck a giant fox." She took a deep breath. "Take off your clothes, I feel underdressed in just my boots now that I'm facing you," she added.

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off, enjoying as her eyes devoured my naked upper body. I also wiggled my way out of my pants, and her eyes fell on my thighs, staring at them for a particularly long time. "I want a titfuck." She didn't seem to know what that was. "Uh, I think it's called paizuri in Japanese?"

She raised one eyebrow. "Seriously? I guess you are a freak, fucking a woman who doesn't even know your name."

"I'm not gonna do it again if you keep being rude to me," I told her.

"What? Being a freak in the sheets is a good thing."

"Whatever, just put my dick in your tits and squish them up and down." She stared at my cock for a second, then dutifully dropped to her knees, wrapping those full, luscious breasts around my cock. They felt nice - soft and warm around my cock. They were unmarred by her tattoos, but the sleeves that ran all the way from her shoulders to her wrists added an interesting character, as her fingers gripped her tits nice and tight around my cock. I groaned softly in pleasure at the feeling, and she started to pump up and down, raising and lowering her whole upper body, moving more with her hips than her hands as she ground her tits into my cock.

"If I get you off, we'll fuck again, right?" She asked, as she continued to bounce her tits up and down my dick.

"Not literally right now, I have to get back to work, but yeah," I told her.

"Fuck," she breathed out. "Yeah, work. I think my smoke break's gone a little long," she said, tightening the pressure on my cock still further. I grunted, pumping my hips slightly, and she started to shift her breasts independently, pushing one up as the other went down. "Come on," she grunted, squishing my dick tighter. "You got to fuck this nice tight cunt, now you're getting your titfuck request met, so just come. Get that spunk all over me. Nut. Just nut. Don't hold back for my sake."

"Why would I possibly do that?" I had done that during the actual fucking, but for a titfuck, under a time constraint? "I just want to come." I reached down for her nipples, playing with one in either hand, teasing them with my thumb as her tits squished all around on my cock. She let out a hot breath as I worked them over, a faint flush appearing to her cheeks. "These are some nice tits. Big and soft," I noted, fingers pinching her nipples.

"Yeah, the dick's nice too. Big and hard. Great combo," she said. She bit her lip, then just started to really slam, rapidly pumping her hips up and down to stimulate my dick further, doing something that simulated a proper hard fucking with her tits. "Come on. Get your nut. Nut in my tits. Come on my fat tits. You like them, so you want to get your spunk all over 'em, right? Come for me. I want to feel your spunk coating them, all sticky and gross. I want to get you off."

Her breathing was growing heavy from a mix of exertion and arousal. Her face was pink, her hair sticking to her face awkwardly in places. I continued teasing her nipples as best I could, enjoying the perky nubs sticking out from pink flesh. "God, your tattoos are so hot," I told her, and she actually smiled at that. "Seeing that full back tattoo of yours as I fucked your pussy. I want to pound you from behind again, and soon."

"Right after work," she agreed. "Your place? I'll lie down on the bed and you can plow away. That's what you want, right? Ride me? I just need you to come. Come in my tits. Make that stuff splurt out. Coat me in your nasty juices, just get them out, white and sticky and salty and hot. That's what I want. If you don't do that, we can't fuck," she breathed, and I started to pump my hips again, practically fucking into her tits.

I pushed her up against the stall door, making her shuffle backwards, and in the new position, it was easier for me to start to ram away at her tits. My dick plunged towards her face, and she looked forward at it, though she didn't open her mouth, just staring at it as it emerged and retreated from the valley of her tits. I had taken over control of the pacing, so she was left to just try to stimulate me with her hands, massaging her tits around my dick as I worked. She would squish them both together, then raise one and lower the other, then loosen, then press, never letting me quite know what sensation was coming next.

It felt really damn good, and it didn't take me that long to come. "Nnngod," I groaned out, and just erupted, hot cum ending up splattering against her chin, her neck, and all over the inside of her cleavage. I sighed as I finished coming, pulling out of her tits and admiring her as she fell to her knees for the moment, wearing nothing but her boots, spunk dripping on her chin.

"Haaaa... fuck," she breathed out, going over for the toilet paper. "Roger the accountant," she breathed, as she dabbed at her tits and chin, smearing and cleaning off cum, before depositing it in the toilet. "Nice to meet you. Fuck, hang on, toss me my pants and give me your number, alright?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, dutifully throwing the pants at her feet - she got out her phone, and I recited my phone number as I got dressed myself. "Just so you know, I fuck a lot of women."

"I sort of guessed," she said, with a little chuckle, still somewhat out of breath as she continued trying to dab and clean herself completely of cum. "Ugh, gonna get some cum on my top, I think."

"You said to come on you."

"Because I wanted you to come, and I didn't want to suck your dick after it got all my juices on me! It makes a mess," she noted.

Eventually, we were both properly dressed and got back to work.

Well, I got back to work - I have no idea what she did.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 107: Stitch's Big Tit Adventure
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Stitch crouched in her position on the warehouse ceiling. Below/above her, she could see the forms of gang members, milling about anxiously. Her ears and nose were good, and she could smell the drugs - cocaine, and a lot of it.

She wasn't here for the gang members, though. The police were forming a cordon around the area, ready to snap the cage shut and catch all these guys. She was here for the necromancer who was supposed to be the buyer, and he hadn't come yet. She absently sniffed at the air again. Still only the living and the drugs - none of the distinctive scents of the preserved dead, which meant the guy wasn't here yet.

She let her thoughts wander, just breathing through her nose.

Roger. "If I could, I'd rather fuck around forever than commit."

God. That was the kind of thing that made most girls realize they should give up on the guy, and the stupid thing is that not only did it not do that for her, it actually got her hot. She had such trash taste in men, right? All prostitutes and sluts. What fucked up thing in her childhood did that? There were plenty enough that one of them had to explain it. Did growing up a slave make her disdain traditional lifestyles? Her 'owners' had lived an entirely seemly and appropriate lifestyle, other than the slavery - no cheating or anything. When she'd run away, it had been street people who'd showed her actual care and respect.

Fuck. Yeah, that was it, wasn't it? She liked sex workers because they were some of the first people in her life to show her kindness.

Agh. Roger was exactly that type. He'd put her up at his place when she'd first shown up in this world, and offered her below-market rates at the apartment building he'd bought, and he cared enough about her to tell her his real feelings rather than string her along.

Unfortunately, for all his attempted kindness, the hook was thoroughly stuck already, and she wasn't going to move on.

He'd reacted poorly to the boob job idea... did he actually like them smaller? Guys tended to say they didn't care how big a girl's tits were, but that couldn't be true, right? Maybe it was true? Xico was petite up top, in contrast to Kate's big tits, so maybe he really didn't care? But, wait, if he didn't care, why react negatively? Like, if he suggested dying his hair blonde, she wouldn't really care... did he not like surgery or something? How would she feel if he suggested making his dick bigger? There wasn't a surgery for that, but it'd be hot, right? I mean, it's his body, so it's not like she'd make him or anything... maybe if it got too big to fit, sure, but he'd probably just add an inch or two? Did he think she was going to be one of those weirdos who make their tits way too big...?

Her nose flared as the scent of death hit it, and she perked up to refocus on her job. Her eyes flicked across the inside of the warehouse, and through the dark and dim, she eventually spotted her target, the necromancer known as Doctor Death (really). He was wearing what looked like a stylized plague mask, and was surrounded by a phalanx of a dozen zombies. They moved pretty good, for zombies - a little sluggish, maybe, but you could have mistaken them for living people if you passed them on the street.

Other than the smell. He'd masked it with cologne or something, but it was still there, both smells stewing together in a really putrid mix.

Anyway. She watched, pulled out her knife, and waited for the deal to finish, so they could confirm he was buying drugs. Then, as he started to head out, she cast Scythe and flicked her wrist and cut through half his zombies in a single slice.

* * *

Stitch stood in front of Priscilla's office, gently bouncing from one foot to the other. This was such a fucking awkward thing to ask, but - like, they were fucking the same guy, right? It wasn't a problem to ask? She'd already messed with Stitch's face in the past, right? It was cool? Not... weird, or presumptive, or gay?

Fuck it. Worst that could happen is she'd say no. Who gave a shit what Priscilla thought of her anyway? She rapped on the door to Priscilla's office.

"Come in, Stitch," Priscilla said, and Stitch quickly stepped inside, closing the door behind her. "What is it?"

"I'm, uh, thinking of getting a boob job, and I was wondering if you'd let me... y'know... preview it? Try them on for size?"

Priscilla hummed in response. "Do you have a spare bra of your desired size?"

"Shit. No."

"Go buy one, and I'll do it. It'll also let me know what you're thinking of, in terms of volume."

* * *

Okay, so the crazy big tits bra she'd considered was an N-cup, though she was pretty sure that would be too much.

Or maybe not. Bup had huge boobs... but she was stupid and Roger was just being nice to her, because she couldn't pull any dick on her own. Right? Or was it more like, her huge boobs were why Roger wanted her?

No, no, Roger wasn't that superficial. Or, maybe he was, but if he was, it was super diverse. He liked all types of girls - Xico, Nora, Kate, Stitch, Priscilla, Bup, Esther, Mira, Tsuru, Alexa, and then some... there was too much diversity in the girls he'd fucked to assume anything about his tastes...

Was that it? He thought she was getting big tits just because she thought he liked them? Well... she definitely wouldn't get big tits if he didn't like them, but also she wouldn't get big tits if she didn't feel self-conscious about her own appearance. Keeping in shape didn't count for that much with a face like hers...

She smacked her own cheeks. N-cup! Too much! She was a C right now! But, if a C was obviously too little (since that was her current cup size), and an N was obviously too much - Roger had mentioned at one point, you can make a Fermi estimate by taking the average of a value that's definitely too large and one that's definitely too small, and the average of those two cup sizes was... 3+14 = 17, 17 / 2 = 8.5... an H or an I cup!

...I cup. She grabbed an I-cup bra.

Look, what girl wouldn't go for bigger tits?

...well, she was pretty sure Priscilla didn't actually look like that, and she just had a model's physique, but...

Hopefully Roger would like it. And, if he didn't, then she'd know that he liked her tits the way they were.

Yeah! This was win-win! Either he'd like her big boobs, or he wouldn't, and that meant he liked her current boobs better!

* * *

She'd bought a bigger bra, and Priscilla had been happy to up her tit size to the indicated size. It felt kinda weird, switching bras in front of another woman, but Priscilla obviously didn't give a shit, which helped Stitch not give a shit.

...she hadn't bought a bigger shirt before she'd gotten her tits increased in size, though. She liked loose clothes, so it wasn't like her tits were getting crushed by her shirt, but now she had a giant tit curtain from her new I-cup tits. If she actually got a boob job, she'd definitely have to replace her wardrobe so that she didn't look ridiculous like this.

Thankfully, she went into Priscilla's office for the temporary boob job right at the end of work, so she tugged on a hoodie and rushed back home. Luckily, she lived at the same place as Roger, so she could just... awkwardly mill around in the middle of the hallway.

Okay, maybe it wasn't that lucky. Especially since Nora was here 24/7 because she had twenty bodies and she literally only had an apartment at Roger's so she could fuck him more (understandable), which meant when she heard one set of footsteps headed to Roger's room, and stop, she saw Stitch. She looked at Stitch with those impenetrable blue eyes for a long few seconds - was Roger into blondes? - then ducked back into her apartment.

Roger got home pretty soon thereafter, and she let out a sigh of relief as she saw him. "Hey, Roger, uh. I want to show you something," she said, reaching out for his wrist as he approached. "Open the door." She added after a second.

He let out a small laugh, a little thing that said You're cute. "Sure, Stitch. What's up?" He asked her, as the doorknob turned and opened.

She stepped into the apartment with him, closed the door with a flick of her leg, and then grabbed the base of her hoodie, pulling it - and her shirt, she looked like shit with the tit curtain - up and over her head, revealing her new I-cup tits, currently sitting inside of a nice red bra, to Roger. He was looking at them, but his expression was a bit hesitant. "So, uh. What do you think? Nice, right?" She actually hopped on her feet for a moment, making his eyes follow her tits as they bounced in a way they normally absolutely couldn't.

"They're nice, yes," he said, after a moment, though his voice was kinda fucky. Shit. Did he actually not like big tits? Fuck!

"If you don't like them, uh, Priscilla said they'll revert after a few hours..." She said, idly scratching behind one of her own ears.

"Oh, it's Priscilla's work," he said, with a sigh of relief and a genuine smile on his lips. "Alright, then they look great," he told her, and she felt her face heat up at the way he spoke. "I was just worried you'd gotten a huge surgery just because you like me."

Oh, okay, that explained his awkwardness now and earlier. He just didn't want to be responsible for her getting surgery.

Well. If she did get a boob job, he kinda would be. But also, guys liked big tits. Even if it didn't work out with Roger, it would be cool to have big tits, right?

Of course, she couldn't say all that, since it'd come off as way too clingy. "Nah. I was just thinking about, you know, there's no plastic surgeon who can fix my face up," she said, gesturing to her snout with one hand.

"You're perfectly cute the way you are," he said, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek, thumb running across fur. She felt the furious heat in her face, hitting her hard, and she was sure it was sharp enough to slide across her visible features.

"Yeah, but, um, that's just your opinion," she said, managing to keep her voice under control. "I appreciate that it's your opinion, and I'm glad you think I'm hot, and all that, but- it's like you said, you'd rather fuck around forever, right?" Fuck, that was the wrong thing to say! She didn't care if he fucked around forever! Or, she did care, kinda, but she didn't want to say it out loud and make him-! Fuck, she really sucked with guys, so bad! She cleared her throat. "Anyway, I now have big titties, so what do you want to do with them?" She asked. She bounced on her toes, her tits going up and down, attracting his attention back down to them.

She actually had only the vaguest idea what you did with big tits. Obviously, guys liked them, but practically, what was the difference? It's not like a dick, where, y'know, it goes in your holes.

Roger responded to her question by grabbing her hips, picking her up by them. There was a certain thrill that came with that kind of manhandling, the frank and basic expression of his desire for her. He plopped her down on his bed, and then tugged off her bra, letting her large, soft new breasts get exposed to the open air. Priscilla had made them 'particularly sensitive,' saying that was the sort of thing Roger preferred, and Stitch trusted the other woman.

What she didn't expect was just how good it felt to have Roger's hands on her breasts. His fingers cupped into her tits from either side, and her pussy quietly clenched around nothing at the electric feeling running up her spine. His thumbs brushed along her areolae, and her nipples, making her shiver. Goosebumps ran across her flesh, and Roger gave her a really hungry look as he played with her tits. They were both mostly clothed, but this still felt so, so nice. She licked her lips as he teased her like that, fingertips brushing across and along her bare body, her toes curling inside of her shoes - she hadn't even kicked them off, yet.

He leaned down over her at that point, pushing her tits together and sucking on her nipples both. She squeaked at that, feeling an orgasm building as his tongue flicked against her nipples, as he applied pressure up there. Her legs wobbled under her. "Ruh, Roger, it's, wuh, wow," she panted, legs kicking at the air behind him. She knew Roger was a generous lover, always thinking about how to make his partner feel good - so she knew that whining and wanting him to stop was exactly the wrong thing to say in this situation, even if her instincts as a woman were telling her that she shouldn't come before the guy even took her pants off. "Roger, ahm, I'm gonna, I'm gonna~," she gasped out, then howled out her pleasure as she orgasmed beneath him, back arching as pleasure raced up her spine.

He popped off her tits at that point, admiring her howling, orgasming face, her eyelashes fluttering as she experienced her first-ever boobgasm. She was pretty sure he was using his superspeed power to really stretch out his observation of her, by the way his breathing shifted, by the way the subtle movements of his hands on her tits got simultaneously more stimulating and faster, little flicks that felt like so much more than they should.

Even knowing that Roger like that kind of thing - if she came a second time in the middle of her boobgasm, she'd definitely be embarrassed, so she curled her toes and just clenched her fists on the blankets beneath her, howling and panting as she came down from her orgasm. "That's one fun thing to do with them," he told her, a little smirk on his lips, and she just panted and nodded, her breath ragged as she laid on her back on the bed. His thumbs were still teasing her areolae, making her shiver and twitch, not trusting her voice as she laid down there and caught her breath. "I guess Priscilla made them extra sensitive, right?" She nodded on her back, and he finally removed his hands from her tits - only to get off her and pull down his pants.

His cock popped free, bouncing open into the open air, and she stared at it, licking her lips, wondering what he was going to do with it - then he moved to straddle her, so his cock fell in between her tits, lying across her sternum. The faint brushes of it against her body sent waves of pleasure up her spine already, like some really weird foreplay.

He groped her breasts at that point, just squishing them around his cock, and she shuddered at the sensation. It was weird, but good. Very good. She couldn't do this with her normal tits, and it felt nice, and clearly Roger liked it, judging by the way he just squeezed his dick tight with her fat tits. He pumped his hips softly back and forth, a gentle thump-thump, balls slapping at her tits, and she tilted her head downwards to watch his manhood emerge from between her breasts.

It bopped her right in the nose, and the scent was intense and hit her completely by surprise. Her pussy instantly clenched up, and combined with the stimulation to her tits, she wound up coming right then and there, moaning stupidly as Roger casually pumped his cock back and forth in between her tits. She wasn't howling, but she was sure she looked stupid anyway - especially since she kept her face forward, her wet nose repeatedly bopped by his dick.

His scent pretty much smashed right into her cerebellum when a single droplet of precum oozed out and immediately hit her rhinarium. Her thoughts became a fuzzy cloud of sensation rather than anything proper, that intense, male scent - the scent of the man she was in love with - serving to fry neurons and replace thoughts with feelings. Nice, big, stinky cock, rubbing all over her tits. She panted softly, but that just made it worse, the scent getting reaffirmed with every breath out of her mouth, every suck in of air through her nostrils.

He seemed to realize just how fried she was, pausing his motion in between her tits for a moment, releasing his grip on her breasts. It wasn't out of a sense of mercy on the subject, though - he reached for her arms, grabbing her wrists, and pulled them around to her own breasts, directing her to be the one to apply pressure to them. She did exactly that, shuddering softly as the pressure intensified, and his hand reached up for her ears, quietly scratching away at them. She shuddered, legs involuntarily kicking - and came again, howling out her pleasure.

"You're always cute, Stitch," he told her, and she just shuddered and nodded, tilting her head into his grasp as she panted out her pleasure. "Always sexy and cute, no matter how big your tits are. You're fit, you're good, you're sweet, and it's really fun to watch you get horny from me fucking other women right in front of you."

She mewled pitifully, lost in pleasure, unable to respond verbally, just inclining her head into his hand and tightening her grip on her tits. She was practically crushing her own breasts around his massive, throbbing rod, and her thoughts - fuzzy as they were - turned to the thing resting in between her breasts. Her head was still tilted forward, so it bopped her snout every time he went balls deep inside her tits.

So, the next time it leaned so close to her face, she licked out for it. Her tongue traced along the very tip of his dick, and he groaned at the sensation, pumping his hips hard against her tits, bumping his whole weight into her sensitive breasts. She panted at the feeling of pressure, the sensation and flavor of his cock, and just shuddered in place as he almost erupted right then and there. Her tongue got more rapid, licking hungrily at his tip, and she could see by his breathing that he was using his power - which only encouraged her further.

She knew perfectly well that he used his power when he was trying not to come. Right now, she wanted him to come. His grunts came out erratic, played at superspeed, and he pulled his dick back inside the valley of her tits, the sensations intense as he brushed along them in that exaggerated manner. Her pussy clenched again, and she leaned forward further, her long snout actually coming in handy as her tongue could snap down into her own breasts, flicking against the tip of his dick as it burrowed its way through her breasts.

She wound up coming first out of the two of them, despite her best efforts to the contrary, his cock twitching and throbbing in her bust as she intensified the pressure. Luckily, that proved too much for Roger to resist, and he blew long, ropy strings of cum across her snout and collar bone, splattering her new tits with a thick and heavy load. She shuddered softly as he finally finished coming, panting softly as she came down from her own ecstatic high, releasing his dick from her tits.

She'd come, what, three times, without her pussy getting touched at all? She looked up at Roger with a dazed expression - and once he recovered enough to move, he ran his finger along her breasts, feeding his cum into her mouth. She greedily licked it up.

She loved his taste.

She was sure it was the same as every other guy's, but she liked it because it belonged to the guy she liked. Is that sappy? Whatever, fuck you if you want to complain about it being sappy.

She could be sappy.

Just not out loud.

* * *

Xico's tails wagged behind her back as she felt the warm happiness radiating from Stitch as she licked up Roger's cum. She'd wanted to leave Roger and Stitch alone to enjoy themselves, but she knew that Stitch liked watching, and they'd just finished their titfuck, so...

She sent a text to Roger. She tried to use the speech-to-text function - her writing in English was still pretty bad.

There was a pause, of course, as Roger went to find his phone, flicking away to find her message. Stitch lapped up the last of his cum, and reached down to take off her pants and panties, finding the latter was soaked enough that it was a struggle to peel away. He texted her back as he checked with Stitch that he was okay with things.

She didn't bother waiting for his reply, instead just using her thiasyar to unlock the front door to his apartment and float inside. He and Stitch were both naked by the time she got there, and she felt immediately overdressed, so she started stripping herself naked.

Stitch's bigger boobs looked nice on her. Priscilla had done a good job making them 'fit' with the rest of her body. Xico didn't normally pay much attention to how people looked (she could see what was on the inside, which was more important, after all), but she knew that Stitch felt awkward about her body, and she thought Stitch looked nice.

Of course, the real thing she was here for wasn't Stitch's boobs, but Roger, who looked at the pair of naked girls in his bedroom with open lust. She could feel the thrill that Stitch felt when Roger's eyes fell on Stitch's naked body, or the similar interest and thrill Stitch felt when he was instead looking at Xico. She could feel Roger's thoughts as he tried to decide between a dozen ideas of different positions - and then those thoughts slipped away from her perception as he slowed down time to think it over more thoroughly.

"Stitch, lie down, legs off the bed," he ordered, grabbing Stitch's thighs to get her in exactly the position he wanted - and then he grabbed Xico, directing her into position, and she was able to smoothly get on her hands and knees atop Stitch. "This way, I can switch between you two, and you can watch each other," he said to them both, wanting to make sure they were both fine with this position.

"It sounds... ni~ice!" Xico's breath was stolen away as Roger just immediately thrust inside her, using his superspeed to make it simultaneously smooth and incredibly stimulating. He surprised her by gripping her tails near the base, both hands on them and clamping down. The soft flesh of her highly flexible tails easily yielded to his tight grip, and she panted softly as she squirmed in place, trembling at the sensation of it. It was surprisingly nice - she could feel his raw desire for her body right now, both physically and through her telepathy.

Then he started to push into her, using his grip on her tails to pull her along with him. It was a little rougher than she was used to, but she liked it, liked the intensity with which he was pumping inside her, liked the way he gripped and squeezed at her tails - and he was definitely using his power, too, since she couldn't make out his thoughts, just this quiet wave of desire in an insanely fast mumble. He was thrusting at what felt like a good pace for her, which meant he was really controllinghimself to make her feel good.

It didn't take long at all for her to come as a consequence, her tails flashing out and lashing at his naked chest, feeling and then suckling on his bare skin, slapping at his shoulders and upper arms. He let out a hyperfast noise of pleasure - then pulled out of her, bending a bit before slamming his hips into Stitch at a similarly intense pace.

Stitch, unlike Roger, was not running at superspeed, so she could feel Stitch's thoughts as she got fucked. They were things like, Feels so good, smells so good, I can still smell from where Roger came on my face and tits, ahh, Xico is in the way of my tits, he can't grope my tits right now...

So Xico floated and tilted her body to one side, presenting Stitch's naked body to Roger's line of sight, the other girl's tits bouncing with each thrust inside her. Roger's hands reached down for her breasts, and almost immediately, Stitch came, howling out her pleasure.

Roger responded by pulling out of Stitch, grabbing Xico's tail and tugging her back into position before thrusting inside her. He was pretty much an animal at this point, as far as she could feel out - no coherent thoughts, no language, just horny raw need. She kind of wished he'd turn down his power, but this was plenty nice too, especially with the way he started to feel up her tails rather grip them, his thumbs running up and down the length of them as he stimulated her yet further.

Stitch definitely liked watching Xico get fucked, her own kinks serving to excite her still further as she stared up at Xico's face, then tilted her head around to get a good look at where Roger was thrusting away, letting her see Roger's cock plunging deep inside Xico, her eyes focusing on the swaying and bouncing of his balls as he repeatedly bottomed out inside Xico. Xico just panted softly at the feelings of Roger's cock inside her, his superspeed fondling of her tails making her toes curl, her tails idly winding their way around his biceps as he pumped inside her.

It took very little time for Xico to come like that. She didn't bother to hold back, just letting out a moan of pleasure as her pussy eagerly gripped and squeezed at Roger's cock - and, as she predicted, he soon pulled himself out of her, sliding his cock down into Stitch's pussy a moment later. The other girl bounced on his cock as he thrust away, her tits jiggling freely. Stitch was clearly enjoying herself, warm and hot, and once her orgasm finished, Xico quickly tilted to the side.

Roger knew what to do: his arms reached down for Stitch's tits, fingers playing with them, teasing the areolae. "Oh, fuh, fuck, Priscilla really, ahm, made them too~oo sensitive!" She squealed out the last word, hips bucking up into Roger as she came within less than a minute of getting Roger's cock inside her.

Xico just slid back into position, twisting her body back to one side, presenting her slick sex to Roger, and he thrust inside her.

That's how it went: Roger abusing his superspeed power to give himself nigh-infinite sexual endurance, just rutting inside them both, switching back and forth from one to the other whenever they came. When it was Xico he was fucking, he'd fondle her tails, sliding and caressing and groping them; when it was Stitch, he'd instead play with her freshly-engorged tits, with Priscilla clearly having made them ridiculously sensitive.

She did wish he'd stop abusing his power like that, since she couldn't read his thoughts this way, but she guessed he really wanted to make sure he had the energy for both of them. Stitch's own happiness at getting fucked (or at getting to watch Xico get fucked) was good enough to satisfy Xico's desires, and she could still make out the general blur of sexual desire on Roger's part.

After blowing his load four total times - and making Xico and Stitch both come dozens of times each - Roger finally let time return to normal. Fu~uck that was good. How long was that in real time? She could practically feel his head swimming as his exhaustion started to set in. She let herself collapse on the bed, but reached out with her thiasyar to steady him, helping him into bed. Her legs dangled over the edge as she rested on her belly, while Roger's dick was flaccid and mere inches away. There was a mischievous thought to just crawl over and put it in her mouth, but it was dirty and she was tired anyway.

Stitch recovered before Xico - she'd been on her back, after all - and sat up, her tits still big as she looked around. Nn. Maybe if I bounce my tits for him, he'll get hard? Bouncy bouncy. Hey, Roger, look at my tits. Gonna get hard? I'll give you a titfuck if you get hard... Her hands were on her own breasts as she tried to restart Roger's libido, but while Roger appreciated the boobs, he was clearly out of energy. Fuck. Cinderella's boobs are gonna disappear soon, I think. Might as well cuddle.

She crawled up on the bed, plopping her cheek down against Roger's chest from the side, and drank in a deep breath through her nostrils. Xico could tell that Stitch got smells way more intensely, even if she couldn't currently make them out through the link. She didn't feel comfortable igossing with Stitch, either, so instead she wound up crawling up on the bed, curling into Roger' from the opposite side, one of her tails brainlessly curling around his thigh as she snuggled in. Roger's arms just awkwardly draped around both of them as he caught his breath - and then he pretty much immediately passed out, his thoughts blurring into a mush of nothing.

"This is... nice," Xico said to Stitch. Stitch was kind of like her - she didn't mind Roger sleeping around, and had feelings for him.

"Yeah," Stitch agreed, then blushed with embarrassment. "I mean... well, yeah. Roger's nice, and hot, and slutty, and stuff."

Stitch liked slutty guys. Xico had noticed lots of human girls didn't - taliké didn't care about that kind of stuff - so it was nice that Stitch liked something about Roger that other people would have thought was bad. There was something sort of romantic about it, right?

Roger did like younger girls like her and Lope, but... she did have to admit there was definitely a gulf between them that derived from their different ages. Stitch was much closer to Roger in age.

"If, um... if Roger... winds up with you... I hope you two are... happy," she said, her tails curling with anxiety.

"Oh. Uh. Thanks. And. Same back to you," Stitch said, obviously awkward as she spoke. He just wants to fuck around, not get with anybody. Fuck, shit, she's a telepath - no, he has to have told her, right? No, she's definitely not looking at me like he told her too. Agh. Is that why he was using his telepathy? Stop reading my mind, Xico! No, it's like I'm talking out loud as far as she's concerned, right? Think about something else. Fuck! It's hard to think about something else!

Xico fidgeted in place, but she didn't want to investigate Stitch's feelings too much right now. For one, it sounded like it would make her unhappy. For two, she was actually really sleepy. For three, even if what she'd been thinking was true, in the way that her worst guesses thought it might be, she would rather go to sleep curled up with Roger than think about it.

So she did exactly that.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 106: Stitch & Gillian
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Despite all the infidelity, harems, and casual sex, both today and throughout history, human beings are evolved primarily for monogamy. Most men and women prefer their partner have sex exclusively with them - as an end in and of itself. Even where exceptions exist, humans were evolved to be primarily monogamous: to pick one person out and care for them more than the rest. Even in imperial harems, the emperor had a wife and dozens of concubines. In polycules, people have their primary partners.

Fifi offering to get a boob job for me (she scrambled and tried to deny it was for my sake, but it was stupidly obvious) left me thinking on the subject.

“Hey, you’re a fuckgirl, right?” I asked Gillian after calling her to my office.

“Ah! How could you say such a cruel thing about me?” Gillian placed one hand on her chest in mock horror. “Goshujinsama, I-“

“Seriously.” I interrupted.

“I just like sex with lots of different men. If you want to call that being a fuckgirl, though, then yes.”

“What do you do if a guy gets feelings?“

“Ooo, goshujinsama, that’s a tough one. The right thing to do is to tell them that you can’t reciprocate their feelings and break things off with them. However, then you don’t get to have sex with him anymore. So what you should do is string them along for a while until it becomes untenable.”

“I feel like you may be being sarcastic.”

“Me? Sarcastic? Never.” She wore a bright smile and she said it that made it obvious. “There isn’t some cool magic trick you can do that makes a woman keep fucking you, but she stops having feelings for you. Oh, or a man, I guess,” she said, teasingly planting one finger on her lower lip. "I was supposed to be talking about how to let guys down easy, wasn't I? You can't say, I have no interest in you, now let's fuck and have it work on anybody who likes you, though. It doesn't really matter whether they have an innie or an outie at that point."

"Yeah, I figured. I do like her, though." Them, really. It wasn't just Fifi this logic applied to - it was Nora, and Kate, and the other Kate, and Xico too. Even Esther played the role of sweetest cinnamon girlfriend when I fucked her ass at her place. Did Bup like me like that? Could she? Or was she just a cum addict who could only get it from me? What about Tsuru and Mira? It wasn't exactly normal to invite a guy over for your anniversary date, or put on a mind controlling slave collar for him.

"Mm. That's tough, then," Gillian said, interrupting my thoughts. "I don't know, goshujinsama. Catching feelings like that makes it really hard to be a fuckgirl, so I just don't! I guess you are a guy, though, so it's harder," she said.

"It has nothing to do with me being a guy."

"Definitely, definitely," Gillian agreed in the most insincere voice possible. "Guys don't catch feelings any more easily than girls do. It's the twenty first century and those are the rules now."

I rolled my eyes. "If you were in my situation, what would you do?"

"Oh, if I actually caught feelings for a guy? Doki-doki heart pounding love, where I want to just wrap my arms around him from behind and drink in his thick, manly scent, and I don't even need to fuck afterwards if I just get tha~at?" She leaned into me, a teasing smile on her lips as she spoke. "Then I'd just tell him how I felt, and how much I still wanted to plow every third guy I saw. If he loved me back, he'd accept it."

"I don't think that's true."

"I'm just giving you my advice. If it's meant to be, he'd support me enjoying sex with every guy into tying up girls," she said, with a shrug. "I'd be fine with him having sex with other women, so I'm not a hypocrite."

"...and if you were a hypocrite?"

She snorted. "Then I'd pick a guy with reeeeally low self-esteem who would put up with that kind of treatment. Do you know any, goshujinsama?"

I just sighed. "You're right."

"That I should fuck mostly guys with low self-esteem? Don't worry, goshujinsama, I'm way ahead of you!" She wore a bright smile as she spoke, and it was infectious, a smile appearing on my own lips.

Until I remembered she was fucking me. "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"

* * *

I had Gillian tied up in my bedroom, arms behind her back, a nylon rope going from her wrists to her stomach. Her legs were parted, her tight skirt pulled up to reveal her panties, eagerly egging me on to fucking her, but I was enjoying tormenting her for the moment. Just looming over her half-naked body, her tits heaving with every breath as she stared up at me, silently trying to get me to fuck her, the pair of us having somehow agreed that this particular power play was going to take place in silence.

Then there was a knock at the front door, and I went to find Fifi there.

"Hey, uh..." She trailed off, nose and ears twitching. "Oh. You have a girl over. Fuck. I just wanted to say, the boob job thing really wasn't about you," she said, trying her hardest to lie, and failing. "You know, they're just not that big, it's like, you'd make your dick bigger if you could, right? Wait, fuck, I'm not saying it's small or anything, fuck-"

I decided to shut her up with a kiss, just grabbing the back of her head, tugging her into a kiss and pushing my lips against hers. She let out a hot little breath into my mouth as I pulled back. "Look. I feel like I'm being shitty to a lot of the people I'm fucking-"

"Oh, no, you're fine, it's cool, no, you're awesome actually-"

"Let me finish. I'm going to say it." She set her jaw, but nodded. "If I could, I'd rather fuck around forever than commit." That was (at least at the moment) the honest truth. I picked Fifi to be the one I tried the line on, in part because I didn't know her as well, and in part because she seemed like she'd be the most able to 'take it'. "That includes, like, a thing where I fuck other girls and you're my primary partner. I like you, Stitch, but I really enjoy fucking a bunch of different hot heroines."

"Oh. I see."

"You're included in that set, to be clear. The set of hot heroines I like to fuck."

Even though she had a dog mouth, I could see the smile in her eyes. If she'd had a tail, I'm sure it would be wagging. "Really? You think I'm hot?"

"Yes." I paused for a second, and there did seem to be some trace of uncertainty in her expression. Honestly... "I wouldn't fuck you if you weren't hot, Stitch. I only have so many hours in the day, why would I have sex with an ugly girl when I could be having sex with Nora or Kate or Xico or Bup instead?"

"Ah... yeah... that makes sense. Wait, you think I'm as hot as Kate?" She seemed caught in disbelief.

Physically, obviously, Kate was a knockout. (Especially now that I'd forced her to get back in shape, though also before I did that.) It was hard to compete. On the other hand, Fifi was definitely cute and sexy and flexible and hot in her own way. "You're in her league as far as I'm concerned - I could just fuck her all day if it was otherwise, she'll do anything I say at this point." She'd probably suck at being a dominant, but I didn't like being dominated by people who could beat me up anyway. Especially after Erlqueen. "Anyway, the girl I have over is a pretty hard sub I have tied up right now, so I think it'll be fine if you want to watch."

"Uh. Yeah. Yeah," she said, nodding rapidly. She clearly hadn't expected this to be the way that her visit went, but under the logic of a reversed world, well - if a guy showed up to a hot girl's apartment to sincerely and chastely apologize to her, and she invited him in for fun sex, what guy wouldn't instantly find himself in the mood? She followed me right into my bedroom, where Gillian laid on the bed. "Hey, Jill," she said, somewhat awkwardly.

"Oh, hi, Stitch! Goshujinsama was just about to fuck me into the bed when you interrupted!"

"I was specifically teasing her by not fucking her into the bed," I reassured Fifi, as I clambered onto the bed. I pulled down Gillian's skirt and underwear, revealing her slick sex to the open air. She panted softly as I started to tease her with my fingers. "She said I have low self-esteem."

"Eh... I only said that I sleep with lots of guys with low self-esteem, it's not my fault goshujinsama took it as an insult. He just has former fat boy energy, right, Stitch?"

"E-eh? What?" Fifi sputtered in genuine confusion. "No, Roger's hot, don't say mean stuff about him."

"Jill is a bratty sub," I explained to Fifi, as I continued to tease Gillian. "You should apologize."

"For wha~at, goshujinsama? I never said you had low self-esteem, you just assumed I meant tha~at," she said, panting and squirming on my fingers. She licked her lips as I teased her like that. "If anything, you should apologize, to me," she said, "for not fucking me into the bed already."

I pulled my hand away, and she sighed and halfway collapsed onto the bed. She was very wet by that point. "You know, I could just fuck Stitch instead of you. That'd take me at least five minutes, probably a lot longer. You would be stuck squirming in horny need on the bed the whole time. You'd get away with not apologizing, but..." I looked her over. She was naked at this point, her dark skin glistening lightly with sweat as she stared up at me.

"Ha... I'm sorry, goshujinsama," she said, at last. "I'm sorry for saying you have low self-esteem. It was a joke, I promise, I don't really think you have low self-esteem."

The way she said it was less than convincing, but at that point, I'd take what I could get. I grabbed her by the thighs, lining my cock up with her slick sex, teasing her as I ran my length up and down. I tried to mentally reverse the genders to get properly into character. "That's a good girl. Isn't it easier when you just do what I say? Bratty girls don't get my dick," I explained - then pushed inside her.

She let out a moan as I pushed into her, clearly very worked up by the teasing, judging the way her body was responding. "Mm, goshujinsama," she breathed out. "Thank you for gracing my pussy with your cock. A little rougher, tho~ough-?!" She squeaked as I rammed into her instead, her body bouncing on my dick. I tightened my grip on her thighs and started to roughly piston away, pounding at her pussy roughly.

"You're so bratty and needy," I told her, my voice becoming rough as I got really into my role. "You insult me, and then beg for my dick. You should apologize for being such a horny little bitch." Her pussy tightened up on my cock at that point, and I could feel from the trembling in her body that she was about to come - I slowed down time, and decided to push her over the edge before she could respond. Given the way my power worked, it was easy to just play with her clit and drive her over the edge.

As she spasmed and moaned beneath me, her whole pussy gripped and squeezed at my cock. I spared a glance over at Fifi, who was leaned forward in her seat, her face red, but still fully clothed as she watched the scene play out. She did squirm in her seat in obvious arousal, though, which was damn hot, my cock throbbing inside of Gillian at that.

I turned time back to normal and looked down at Gillian, hilted inside her. "Jill, that doesn't sound like an apology. It sounds like the noises a horny bitch makes when she's gotten herself all soaked." I casually reached down for her tits, fingers digging freely into the soft flesh, and she arched her back, pushing them up into me, as she continued her orgasm.

As her orgasm finished, though, she laid panting on the bed, and I gave her tits a little smack, making her jerk cutely in response, her eyelashes fluttering for a moment as she remembered what I wanted from her. "Sorry, goshujinsama. I only act like a brat because you're so cute when you're angry at me. Please, teach me a lesson, make sure I learn that girls like me should be obedient little fucktoys for men like you." My cock throbbed inside her at those words, and I pulled out of her, making her whimper in need, looking ready to just beg.

I wasn't actually trying to tease her, though - I was wanting to reposition her! I grabbed her hair, dragging her along, enjoying the way she softly panted as I pulled her along on the bed. Her legs dangled off the edge, her sopping wet sex pink and sharply contrasting her dusky skin, as I got up behind her and pointed my dick at her pussy.

I decided to tease her at that point, though. She was much more creative than Kate, and her whole bratty sub thing made it feel much nicer to tease her. When I teased Kate, I'd sometimes feel bad - Gillian, on the other hand, never made me feel bad. "Ahhh, goshujinsama, stick it in, stick it in! Please, I'm so desperate, ahh, I can't take living without your cock one second longer, I'll do anything for i~it!" She squeaked out the last word as I rammed inside her, grabbing her hip with one hand, the other sliding up her body to her breast. Her hands practically patted at my stomach as my cock rammed inside her, due to how they were bound, and the feeling of her fingertips against my bare flesh was definitely nice.

The other advantage of this position was I got to look at Fifi as I fucked Gillian. Fifi was staring openly at the scene, though her attention was more on me than the squeaking woman beneath me. Her mouth was half-open, her tongue lolling out, as she just panted like a dog at the air. My pace inside Gillian got rougher as watching Fifi respond like that got me hornier.

"Try," Fifi said, and my attention was instantly on her, staring and ready, "try pushing her harder into the bed. Like, smothering her in the mattress." I grabbed the back of Gillian's head with one hand, and her pussy tightened as I mashed her face right into the bed. I pushed her down as far as I could, and Fifi's excitement only grew - though she wasn't watching Gillian at all. Her eyes were completely on me at this point, at most looking at where I was colliding with Gillian's ass.

A thought occurred to me at that point. From Fifi's perspective, this was basically porn, and in porn, you didn't want to watch the guy who got fucked; you wanted to watch the girl fucking him.

So I lightened my grip on the back of Gillian's head, then yanked the blanket out from under her. "Goshujinsamaaaa?" She squawked out, as the blankets rushed out from underneath her naked body. Then I just laid the blanket out - atop her. From Fifi's perspective, the only thing she could see was Gillian's sculpted brown ass - while from my perspective, I also got to see her pussy and toned legs.

"Stop whining. I'm just making the view better for Stitch. You're lucky I'm even fucking you instead of her," I said, casually smacking her ass, and that pushed her over the edge, her cunt going crazy around my dick. I kept rhythmically pumping away as she moaned into the bed. "I let you come because I'm nice, but you're just a playtoy for me, don't forget," I reminded her, groping her ass cheek.

"Ahm, yes, goshujinsama," she got out from beneath the blanket as I kept fucking away, as her orgasm continued, moaning and quivering around my cock. I just casually fucked away inside of Gillian at that point, enjoying the rhythmic pulses of her pussy as my gaze went up to Fifi. She was flushed and staring, panting openly, lust written on every inch of her face as I fucked away at Gillian.

"It's... it's really hot that you can just..." Fifi was stumbling for words in a way that was insanely cute - particularly since it was about how hot I was. "Fuck." She clambered up onto the bed, awkwardly avoiding Gillian's position, and just kissed me on the lips at that point, her hands grasping my cheeks.

She was fully clothed and I was naked, but there was so much vulnerability in that kiss it more than made up for it. I casually slid one hand around the back of Fifi's neck, holding her into the kiss, her whole body trembling as she let out a sigh of relief at my reciprocation. My tongue couldn't get that deep into her mouth - but her tongue was much longer, so it easily could, slipping in and licking at my palate hungrily.

My cock throbbed inside of Gillian - I was getting closed. I used my free hand to slide around, finding her clit, and using my trump card, activating my power. I teased and played and poked and prodded at her clit in the way I'd worked out she'd liked best, and it took a couple minutes for me to get her off - Fifi's tongue sliding agonizingly slowly around the inside of my mouth the whole time. From Gillian's perspective, it was probably more like a dozen seconds, and as I came back to reality, she was letting out uninhibited squeals of pleasure, thrashing beneath the blanket as she lost herself in the intense surprise orgasm, her pussy going wild around my dick.

At that point, I unloaded inside Gillian with a groan, sighing into Fifi's mouth as we kept on making out like that. Once I was finished coming, I popped off the kiss, peeling out of Gillian's tight snatch, the dusky woman still twitching a bit under the blankets.

I honestly didn't have much idea what to do with Gillian. I tried to imagine a similar scenario with the genders reversed, to figure out what would work best for her. "Alright," I said, groping Gillian's ass before swatting it. "You got my cum. Now I have to fuck Fifi here."

"Mm, fuh, Fifi?" Gillian sputtered out from beneath the blankets.

Fuck. Fifi didn't like people knowing her birth name. "Sorry, are you too stupid to use context clues? Stitch. Fifi's just a cute nickname I have for her," I lied through my teeth, which just made Fifi's face light up in a truly adorably sexy way. "Anyway, do you want me to move you around? Or would you rather just lay there under the blankets as I fuck her brains out?"

"Goshujinsama, are you stupid? My legs are free, I can move wherever I want," she said, and I smacked her ass sharply.

"Sorry. I have to teach this brat a lesson, it looks like," I told Fifi, who just nodded. I pulled her out from under the covers, grabbed some fresh rope, and quickly had her tied up in an M shape. I hefted her up and carried her over to the chair that Fifi had been sitting in earlier.

"Goshujinsama, what kind of lesson am I learning? That you'll put me in lewd poses if I act like a brat?"

"No," I told her, deciding - what the hell? I grabbed her hair and used it to wipe her juices off my dick. She had really nice, silky, well-maintained hair, and I was completely ruining it as I jerked myself off with it. Her eyes widened, but more in a Oh, maybe he has some sexy ideas I haven't thought of way, not in an upset way. She licked her lips as I finished wiping myself off - then just stuffed my dick in her mouth to get the last little bit cleaned off.

Fifi watched the whole thing from the far side of the bed, and once my dick was thoroughly cleaned, I shuffled through my closet to find a good sex toy. I had a straddle vibe I'd bought for Kate in there, and I eventually found it and set it up, planting Gillian atop it, holding the remote in my hand. "If you're a good girl, then I'll turn this on and you'll get to come. If you keep acting like a brat, then you'll just sit there, watching Stitch get her cunt filled with a nice big manly cock. Got it?"

"Goshujinsama, I don't know how to be a good girl, though?" She fluttered her eyelashes innocently up at me. "What does a good girl do when she watches her master fuck another woman right in front of her?"

I actually had no particualr idea either, so I decided to just say what I wanted. "She supports him and says how hot it is," I told her. "Like what Stitch did. Speaking of, Stitch, please get naked so I can fuck you."

Fifi couldn't have stripped faster if her clothes had been on fire. She peeled out of her shirt and then her bra and then slid out of her pants and panties, and she was left naked in the open air. She was wet though. Her panties had stuck as they'd come off, and her scent was thick now, her juices just oozing down her inner thighs as she stood there, trembling. I just took her hips and guided her onto the bed.

"Go for it, goshujinsama! Have sex with Stitch!" I turned on the vibe to max to shut her up, and she immediately started to quiver on the chair, grinding her hips as much as she could on the straddle vibe, while I got to just slide my cock inside Fifi's waiting sex.

I took my time with it, enjoying a long, smooth stroke, liking the sight of her small yet athletic body trembling on my dick - and she came before I was even halfway inside her. Apparently, she was very horny from watching me fuck Gillian like that, and I certainly wasn't complaining, just enjoying her pussy's hungry spasming around my cock as I hilted inside her. Her legs came up, wrapping around my hips, dragging me as deep in as she could, rolling and forcing my cock to twist pleasantly inside her, her hands stretching out as she just clamped onto me, pretty much attaching herself to my body, her nose winding mashed up into my chest.

It was very sexy and pleasant, seeing her sharp response to watching me fuck Gillian like that. I decided to roll her around, my dick twisting around her insides as I flopped onto my back on the bed just in time for her orgasm to finish. She panted heavily, her eyes a little unfocused as she came down from her ecstatic high, and it took a few seconds for her brain to restart enough to realize what had happened - the way I'd moved her on top of me.

At that point, though, she started to bounce, clearly horny judging by the way she just instantly went at it, ramming her hips up and down. "Fuck, fuck, Roger," she panted, hands on my stomach as she rammed away. She looked cute and sexy like that, just losing herself in the moment, worked up from watching me fuck Gillian and only now getting it out as she rammed away on my hips. "Nnn, fuck, fuck," she panted out, her tongue literally lolling out of her mouth between words. "Gonna, fuck, I'm too excited," she whined out, an almost doglike note to the whine.

"You can't be too excited, Stitch," I reassured her, hand sliding up her thigh, teasing her clit softly with my thumb. "I love it when I get to see a girl come, okay? It doesn't matter how fast it happens."

I think she actually took my reassurance to heart, because she promptly came in that position, a howl escaping her throat as she cast her head back. Her pussy went wild around my cock as she came in that position, her pussy continuously and hungrily gripping down on my cock, my thoughts momentarily lost in the feeling of that tight, muscular pussy of hers.

A glance to the side out of the corner of my eye showed that Gillian was doing her best to grind against the straddle vibe she was sitting on, panting and mewling pitifully. When she caught my gaze, she spoke up. "Goshujinsama, raise the level, please."

I couldn't help but snort. "It's already on the max level, Jill," I told her, casually raising and lowering Fifi on my hips with one hand. I grabbed the remote, pushing the up button, to no effect. "See? Can you really not come? Did you blow out your pussy from masturbating too much?"

"I need diiiick," she whined.

I just sighed. "Whatever. I'll get back to you when I'm done with Stitch here, got it?" I said, turning my attention back to Fifi - who seemed very excited by those words. Not apologetic as I'd half-expected, but enticed, pounding her hips up and down my dick rapidly.

"You, you'd rather fuck me, than her?" Fifi asked, a hot note to her voice of intense arousal. Fifi was by no means the ugliest girl in the world, but I understood that Gillian was a hot superheroine with a fit physique, full breasts, a nice ass, and silky soft hair that turned out to feel great to rub your dick in.

"Yes, I would," I told Fifi, my hands gripping her hips tight and taking over control of the pace, pumping her up and down my dick. "There's a reason you're living here and she isn't, isn't there? I didn't even invite her to move in."

"A~ahm," Gillian whined, rubbing herself against the straddle vibe - and she finally managed to come, mewling and jerking her hips back and forth as she just spasmed in pleasure.

"Ah, ah, fuck, sorry for being, such a quickshot, it's just, hot to watch you, be so dominant, and then, with me, you're so ni~ice," she said, then came all over again, moaning and howling out her pleasure as I fucked her on my cock.

"Of course I'm nice to you. I like you. Gillian's annoying, I just fuck her." Remembering our earlier conversation, I wondered if she was annoying all the time in part to avoid guys getting feelings for her? Whatever the case, I was starting to get closer to the edge myself, so I leaned up on the bed, finding Fifi's lips with mine, pushing my mouth against hers, tongue forcing its way past her lips. She jerked, twitched, and seemed to come all over again, her tight pussy going wild - and at that point, I finally came, groaning as I unloaded inside her freely.

When I was finished, I slumped back down onto the bed, staring up at the panting form of Fifi, drool cascading slowly out of her mouth, drip-dripping down onto my chest.

"I'm going to fuck Jill some more, alright, Stitch? You can tell me no, she can just stew for longer," I said.

"Nuh, no, watching's, hot," she panted out. "I need to recover," she got out.

I wasn't sure how helpful watching me fuck Gillian would be for her problem - but I popped her off my dick anyway, going over to the chair and grabbing Gillian to fuck her some more.

This time, Fifi actually touched herself as she watched me fuck Gillian like an onahole, which was insanely hot. We wound up keeping her on the bed as we fucked like rabbits atop her, as I attached various sex toys to her while I wasn't fucking Fifi, and in general, we had a really nice, fun threesome.

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 105: Bup Needs Cum, Stitch Needs Love
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I woke up with Bup on top of me, looming over my naked body - which was strange, as she had gone to sleep in the bathtub like usual. She was on her hands over me, her face looking pouty. I stared up at her, my brow slightly furrowed, as I tried to work out exactly what time it was in the day. There didn't seem to be any ambient light.

"Slutty cock awake," Bup said, nodding to herself. "Slutty cock's cum last night was no good! Weak load! Bup needs real cum. Please, slutty cock?" She added, after a moment.

I just pulled up my hand, finding my watch displaying the time as 5:21 AM. "Nng." I closed my eyes. "In one hour and forty minutes, you can wake me up with a blowjob, okay?"

"Yay! Thank you, slutty cock!" She leaned down, doing something that was somewhere between a kiss and a nuzzle, pushing her tits and face against me, their shapes deforming under the pressure of her pushing down.

"You're welcome. Now, I need to sleep, so be quiet."

"Okay, slutty cock. Bup will be quiet." Her voice was much softer.

She didn't move to get off me, but it was whatever. She was harmless.

* * *

I woke up at 7:00 on the dot, to a heavy pumping, pulsing feeling around my cock. I rolled my head up, finding Bup down there, my dick shoved into her mouth. I could see it throb and pulse inside of her body as she throated me like that, her semitranslucent surface letting me see it through the blur of her blue, milky, shapely body. Her tits pushed into my thighs as she just throated me, mimicking the feeling of swallowing around my cock, an ephemeral cock rolling and corkscrewing around before reshaping itself to do it in the opposite direction a moment later.

"Nnn. Morning, Bup," I breathed out.

"Morning, slutty cock! Is Bup's mouth good?" My cock vibrated inside her as she spoke, which just made me groan, bumping my hips up against her face, mashing and distorting her features in a way that could never happen for a normal girl. She didn't mind, or even really seem to notice. "Bup trying to give a good blowjob, since that is what slutty cock asked for!"

"It's good. You need to bob more," I told her, and she started to slide her lips up my length - and then started just pounding away, bouncing her mouth up and down my cock. Her tits smacked against my thighs with each repetitive motion, and I just sighed in pleasure. "Good girl."

"Thanks, slutty cock!" Bup said, once more making my cock vibrate inside of her body as she rapidly pounded up and down. "Slutty cock feels soooo good in Bup, slutty cock is soooo nice, Bup loves slutty cock! Come in Bup, please! Bup likes cum, real nice loads, not last little bit getting squirted out, please!"

I responded by just planting my hand on her head, causing it to deform around my grip. She paused as I gripped her and held her in place, pushing her down my dick. As I compressed her against my pelvis, it created an intense pressure around my cock - and she seemed to want to double down, making loud suction noises as her orifice tightened further around my cock, doing her best to pleasure me and get me to finally come. Her tongue corkscrewed around my cock again, but this time it was a slithering motion, having to squeeze its way around my length, tightening still further around my dick.

"Slutty cock come, come come come, please come in me, slutty cock! Bup neeeeeds cum! Good thick load, please, thank you!"

I tightened my grip on the back of her skull, squishing her still tighter around my dick, brainlessly pumping my hips up into her face - and then peeled her up and off my cock, panting softly as I recovered from the intense sensation.

"Something wrong, slutty cock?" She asked, her face looking totally fine despite how it had been mashed up into my pelvis mere seconds ago.

"No," I breathed out. "Just..." I released her head. "Just bob and suck, Bup,' I told her - and she dove forward to slurp on my cock even more noisily this time, bouncing her head up and down. I groaned, relaxing and relishing the sight of her frantic facefuck.

"Come in me~, slutty cock~," she sang, her voice vibrating my dick inside her throat in a very pleasant fashion. "Slutty cock~, come in me~, want slutty cock's cum, yes please," she continued, her tongue rotating and corkscrewing around my length as she moved with overwhelmingly powerful force, just smashing her head into my pelvis.

There was a knocking at my front door, which Bup responded to by getting even more intense with the blowjob, ramming her face up and down my cock. "Roger?" I heard, softly, Fifi's voice coming from the front door, and Bup didn't detach herself or slow down at all.

I grunted at that point, deciding what to do. Whatever. Fifi liked watching me fuck other women. I planted one hand firmly on the back of Bup's head again, dragging her down into my pelvis and holding her there, before halfway crawling off the bed. Bup struggled to follow after me, eventually grabbing my thighs and just attaching her weight to mine as I moved to get to the front door. I peeked through the peephole, seeing Fifi standing there awkwardly, and then finally opened the door just before she tried to knock again. She fell directly into me as a consequence, her snout just bopping against my bare chest, and the skin of her face turned red in response.

"Oh, hey," she said, pulling back a moment later. "Ahem. Uh. You seem to be in the middle of something," she said, glancing down in between my legs, where Bup was still firmly attached, having started to facefuck herself on my cock again now that my hand was no longer holding her down. "Sorry, Bup doesn't have a sex smell, so I didn't realize you were fucking her."

"I didn't answer the door by accident," I told Fifi, which made her ears twitch up, a smile visible in her eyes. "She's fun to watch, right?" I casually dragged Bup back from the door, opening the way for Fifi, who followed after me like a lost puppy, kicking the door closed behind her. I just dragged Bup over to the couch, plopping down, her face still mashed into my pelvis all the while, easily controlled. Fifi just stared at the scene, her mouth falling slightly open, her breathing growing heavy as she stared.

"Yeah," Fifi said at last - having taken so long it confused me what she was getting at. "I mean, yes, she's hot to watch. Because I can see how your dick looks inside her." I slid Bup up along my length, and her tongue became far more active as it was no longer practically squished inside her mouth, her throat loosening and then squeezing around my dick as she slid up and up. I just groaned softly at the sensations.

* * *

Stitch really hadn't realized that Roger was fucking Bup. She should've. Would she not have knocked? Roger didn't seem to mind, so it was fine, right?

It was honestly crazy that he fucked Bup on the regular. She knew Roger liked big boobs (which, yes, had made Stitch occasionally consider paying for fake tits), but Bup was... Bup. A reformed slime monster that used to involuntarily squeeze cum out of guys, and now just asked pretty please for spunk. Did Bup even realize that Roger's name wasn't 'slutty cock'?

Roger was just being nice to Bup, letting her sleep in his bathtub and suck his dick, because she was too stupid and rapey to hold down a job. That was just the kind of guy Roger was - nice. Sweet. Kind. Generous. He saw past all of Bup's many (many) flaws as a person, and saw somebody in need of help. Just like he'd done for Stitch, back when she was new in this world.

She was surprised to feel Roger's hand on her ear, letting out a small squeak before he dragged her into a kiss. His tongue was way too short to get past her teeth, but she liked the taste of him anyway, and she licked him back, her long tongue easily sliding into his mouth and playing with his gums. "Slutty cock gonna come?" Bup called out from between his thighs. "Kissing makes slutty cock come faster, right? Right?! Bup needs cum! Please give Bup cum!" Her voice was whiny, but Roger just responded by starting to pump her head up and down his cock. He wasn't the kind to get pissed about Bup being so annoying. He just saw it as her being hungry, and he liked feeding the hungry.

It was weird. She worked at a whole company of heroes, but Roger - who was just an accountant - seemed to be the nicest...

He tasted so good on her tongue. She started to lick just for the flavor of his spit at this point, tongue dancing up and down the inside of his mouth. Her rhinarium flared as she drank in his scent, enjoying it, and she could have kept up that kiss forever. Her ears caught the wet gluk-gluk of Bup's throat around his cock, and his hand slid down her body to grope her ass, obviously and pleasantly hungry for her.

Then, suddenly, he groaned into her mouth. She could tell by the twitching that he was coming, and she twisted and tilted her head, rolling her neck around to catch sight of him blowing his load into Bup. She could see as his cock remained curved within the slime's throat, as it twitched and surged, shooting off sprays of cum that were caught up in some internal turbulence and then sucked towards Bup's glowing red heart. It looked damn sexy, just watching him do that.

He popped Bup off his dick once he was done coming, pulling out of the kiss too. Stitch felt a heat in her cheeks as they stared into one another's eyes.

He was so fucking hot. She was such a stupid idiot to fall for such a complete slut, but it was just - he was nice. The whore with a heart of gold was a cliche for a reason. "How about I strip you naked," he asked her, and she dumbly nodded - then he moved.

He was obviously using his power, but that just excited her further, in its own way. Her top was peeled off, then her bra, with simultaneous expertise and an obscene level of quickness. Every movement was done tenderly and thoughtfully, yet played out at a vastly increased speed. She was soon on her back, with Roger peeling off her shoes, her socks, her pants, her panties, stripping her down to nothing in a scant few seconds. She felt the flush run down from her face to her neck, and he just grinned down at her as he spread her thighs, returning to normal speed to tease her slick sex with his cock.

"Please," she breathed out, knowing that was what he wanted to hear. When did a guy ever tease a girl in the bedroom, and he didn't want to hear 'please'? "Please, Roger. Please, I want it," she begged. She was beyond shame at this point. If she'd had any shame about sex with Roger at this point, she wouldn't be getting sloppy seconds from Bup.

He drove it into her, grunting as his cock slid its way deep inside her. She was filled in a moment, and it felt so good, her inner walls forced to expand, her body forced to respond and reshape itself around his dick again.

Then he leaned down over her to kiss her on the lips, and she almost came right then.

It wasn't like that kiss was the first stimulation she'd gotten all day, alright?! It was just - he was so nice, and his tongue tasted so good, and he was really energetic, and she'd been watching him facefuck Bup (which was the kind of hot stuff you normally only saw in porno), and now, he was kissing her and fucking her properly.

She managed not to come, as he started to gently buck his hips back and forth inside her. One of his hands slid up to tease and play with her breasts, fingers softly toying with her nipple, while his other hand reached up for the back of her head. He scratched her ear with his index finger, while the rest of his hand kept her in place, kept her in the kiss. She could have fought back, probably, but why would she?

Each slither of his tongue against hers, each bat, each pump of his hips, it only aroused her further. She was mostly occupied by not coming at this point, fingers bunching up beneath her on the couch as that glorious sexy body of his continued to thrust away inside her. Hot breaths spilled out of her mouth as she strained not to come.

She failed, though. After maybe a minute of sex, she was coming, letting out an embarrassing moan-howl into his mouth. Her legs brainlessly snapped around his hips, dragging him inside her, while her arms reached up to grasp at his back.  She held him against her and just came around him.

When she finished, she collapsed onto the couch, panting for air. He looked down at her with a smile, one of his hands sliding down to her groin, teasing her clit. "You make a very cute sound when you come," he told her, and she could feel the heat bloom in her cheeks.

"Thanks?"

"Slutty cock makes girls come fast!" Bup declared. "Bup doesn't come, though, so blow thick loads in Bup lots!"

"Yeah, yeah," Roger said, not even glancing Bup's way. "You don't mind if I pull out and come in Bup, right? She's hungry since last night I only gave her a few drops."

"Super weak cum, really watery... Oh! Bup not complaining! Still tasty and good for Bup!"

"Don't, ahm, care," Stitch got out, and Roger responded by grabbing her thighs and starting to really fuck her. It felt hungry, like her body was a scrumptious meal that Roger really couldn't resist just swallowing up, and her body bounced on the couch as he fucked into her, the sheer force and intensity of it deeply pleasant. She stared up at him with hazy, horny eyes, appreciating that handsome face of his, as well as that toned, muscular body. Her mouth just panted for air as she stared, her pussy going wild around his cock.

"Thanks, Stitch," he told her, just ramming away. It was intense, the feeling of his cock driving its way deep inside her over and over. He wasn't even bothering to play with her properly at this point, just going at it, chasing his own pleasure - but that was also hot. Erotic. Her pussy quivered around his cock, her breathing growing shallow as she took it.

She wound up coming again, somehow. she honestly didn't know how. Roger was just that good - or she was that deeply in stupid love with the guy. Either way, her pussy gripped, squeezed, and milked at his cock - and he responded by pulling out of her. Bup let out an excited noise, and she could see out of the corner of her eyes as he shoved his cock right down Bup's throat, his length vanishing into that blue body in a truly obscene way, letting her see his pulsing length as it curled down. She couldn't help but imagine it doing much the same to her (though, obviously, her snout made deepthroating harder and shallower when she did pull it off), as he just unleashed a load into Bup, once more getting sucked into her core.

When he finished, he pulled out of Bup, panting himself, his gaze flicking between the two of them. "Come on, Stitch," he told her - and when she only half-heartedly moved on the couch, he just hefted her up, bridal style.

Her pussy pulsed at that. Fuck. He was so... nice. Why was that the stupid word she kept repeating to describe him? He was hot, a slut, big-dicked, handsome, but her brain kept saying nice nice nice. She'd been born into slavery and spent her free life - what little of it she really had - bouncing around, working to live. Now she was a stupid messed up person who could only think about how nice her partner was.

Was he even actually nice? They were just fucking. It wasn't that crazy for a promiscuous guy to fuck a girl, even one with a messed up face like her. Or was it? Maybe it was...

He placed her gently down on the bed, careful with her head as he laid it down on the pillow. "I had a fun thought," he told her, and grabbed Bup, dragging her up onto the bed and putting her doggy style above Stitch. "Watch," he said, and slid his cock into where Bup's pussy would be if she was a normal woman.

Stitch watched, able to see as his cock slowly slid its way deep inside of Bup. There was a fullness and girth to the thing, making her lick her lips at the sight. It looked faintly distorted through the surface of Bup's body, larger than it normally did, and she could watch as he thrust into her, like the x-ray vision from some porno.

Her thoughts, though, were drawn back to reality as Roger finished shoving his cock balls deep inside of Bup. He reached down for her wrist, making her jerk in surprise, eyelashes fluttering rapidly for a few seconds as she struggled to understand what he'd just done. "Try jerking me off," he told her.

Her mouth fell open. That was... holy fuck, that was depraved. He wore a cocky smile as she processed what he'd just said, and she swallowed - but obeyed. She made a knife hand and drove her fingers into Bup, making the slime let out a strange vibrating noise, and she reached out to grab his cock inside her. The thick feeling of Bup's body made it feel like slipping her hand into jello, but his girthy length was just as alive as always, when her hands clamped down onto it.

"Ahhh, slutty cock, feels nice getting jerked off? Bup can jerk slutty cock off too!" She raised one hand up, making the motion.

"Nah, it's about this particular situation," he said, casually slapping Bup's butt. IN the process, her fluid body rippled from the force, her whole body bouncing and trembling, while Stitch started to jerk him off. She felt like she was moving her hand through molasses, as she began to jerk him off, her own breath stolen away by her arousal as she just stared at the obscene scene. She backwards-crawled on the bed to get a better and better view, until she was directly beneath Bup's stomach, able to see Roger's cock resting inside of BUp, still stroking him off. "It feel good, Bup?"

"Yep! As long as slutty cock is inside me and going to come fast, then Bup enjoys whate~ever slutty cock wants. That's what consent means! If slutty cock enjoys itself, then Bup is happy!"

"You're surprisingly pure for a reformed rape monster," Roger said with a casual smile, reaching down to just grope Bup's huge tits. Those gargantuan globes sank beneath his fingers, and Stitch once again felt inadequate up top. She needed to get a boob job, seriously... Roger was definitely the kind of guy who was into that sort of thing. "Nn. This is nice," he breathed out. "Faster," he told Stitch, whose hand started to pump up and down his dick, jerking him off with increasing intensity. He groaned as he remained hilted inside of Bup.

She could feel as Bup's insides started to rhythmically tighten around his cock, the consistency of them shifting subtly so that the further down her hand was, the looser she could move. It was so fucking hot, watching Roger just throb in her hand, hilted inside another woman.

It was the hottest handjob she'd ever given. She licked her lips as she stared up at the scene, and then Roger erupted with a groan, and she watched his cum fire off deep inside of Bup, wet splurts that were soon sucked up into her core. "Slutty cock so goo~ood, lots and lots of cum, thank you slutty cock!" Bup said, excitable and happy at once.

Roger pulled out of Bup at that point, sighing softly - and then just unhesitatingly thrust into Stitch again, making her squeak in surprise as he drove his dick deep inside her. She couldn't help but imagine her own stomach like Bup's, translucent, able to see just how deep inside herself Roger was. Her hand reached down for her stomach, fingertip sliding along to try to estimate where his dick was based on what she'd just seen from Bup.

That seemed to excite Roger, judging by the way his length pulsed and throbbed inside her. "I'm gonna try to blow my load in Bup, she gets antsy when she hasn't eaten enough," he warned Stitch, who just nodded. She didn't really care where he came. She was just distracted by the thought of how deep he was. Was it past her belly button? It had looked that way with Bup, but Bup's surface distorted the shape of his dick inside her.

He started to pump inside her at that point, drawing her mind back to the present moment as he thrust away. She panted softly, and he just casually pushed Bup to one side, earning a squawk from the slime. She felt her heart race, that casual and dismissive way he treated Bup becoming intensely arousing as his reasons became obvious, his lips seeking out hers. She couldn't kiss that well, given her snout, but she definitely liked kissing, and her tongue flicked up to his, her tongue sliding past his lips, her pussy casually gripping and squeezing at his cock. Her hands came up, gripping his shoulders, and her legs soon joined in, wrapping around his waist as he fucked her. Hot breaths spilled out of her mouth, her nostrils flaring intermittently as she drank in his scent in the midst of the kiss.

He slid one hand languidly down her stomach, running across her pubic mound, and soon enough finding her clit. Hot sparks of electricity ran up her spine, and she just trembled beneath Roger. His movements and breath became erratic and weird in a way that was teasingly familiar - and her pleasure shot up several times, leaving her unable to hold back from an orgasm. He broke off the kiss as she howled out her pleasure, and began to furiously pound away at her spasming cunt. "Fuck, you're always so tight, Stitch," he breathed out, as he rutted away. "God, it's so fu~cking nice," he gasped in her ear as he leaned down over her.

Those words created a sharp heat in her cheeks at his words. What woman didn't like to hear that her pussy was tight, after all? "Thanks," she breathed out.

"You, nn, Kate, Bup, you're just - no drama," he told her, thumping his hips away. "If I want to fuck, I can always ask."

She swallowed at those words. No drama? S-sure, she was totally fine with him fucking other women, but... she did like him. No, let's be real, she was in love with him. Obviously, he wouldn't realize that. What guy would interpret her perving out and watching him fuck other women and asking him to fuck other women for her to watch...

He leaned down to kiss her again, his tongue doing its best to slide into her mouth. His hand played with her clit, and once more, she was shuddering with pleasure at the sensation, her body trembling on the bed beneath him, her pussy going wild. "Awooo," she moaned into his mouth, and he just lightly laughed at that, playful and sweet, as he kept on fucking her.

Then, he suddenly pulled out. His cock actually missed Bup's pussy, he was moving in such a rush, and just sort of slammed into one of her butt cheeks. It was a bizarre sight, the weird angle of penetration, but Bup certainly didn't seem to mind. She squeaked in delight as he started to ejaculate. "Yes! Yes, slutty cock is coming lots and lots today! Thank you, slutty cock!" Once more, his cum swam inside her for a second before getting slurped into her core, and Stitch couldn't help but stare at her body.

When he finished coming, well - he pulled out of Bup, then went back to fucking away at Stitch, making her moan and pant in pleasure.

* * *

In the end, he came seven times total before collapsing onto the bed. He sent Bup off to the bathroom, and cuddled up to Stitch. He was so hot. Muscular. His smell was so nice, especially now, the sex and exertion oozing off him, her own scent having rubbed into his skin. She sniffed at him happily as he held her in his arms.

In some other world, in some other life, maybe they could have been boyfriend-girlfriend? It was hard to see that happening in this one, where she had so much competition, from girls who were way hotter than her.

Even Kate was hotter than her.

"That was good," he breathed out, as he held her. "I like you, Fifi," he told her, and she felt her cheeks glow - then glow even hotter as she realized what he'd called her.

Fifi? She was Stitch... but, for the first time, she actually didn't hate the name her owners had given her. It was more feminine than Stitch, for sure, and it felt more personal.

Though, probably, that was just the guy who said it.

She decided not to complain about being called it, anyway.

"Thanks, Roger," she mumbled into his chest, taking in another deep breath of his scent. She hesitated for several seconds. "Hey. Um. Random question. Do you think I'd look better with a boob job?"

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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 104: Mira's Anniversary
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Tsuru sat on my desk, her legs idly kicked off one side as she looked at me with a smile on her lips. "So. Roger. It's Mira and I's anniversary tonight, and I was hoping you would be willing to help make it something extra special. Some years I do pay for a sex worker, but..." She shrugged, which did nice things to her tits, and made her wink at me. "Most sex workers don't react like that to my tits. It's a job. If you'd be willing, I can get you some sexy underwear, and you can wait at Mira's house for the two of us to get back from dinner. Ooo, would you be willing to wear one of those sexy ribbon ties?"

"Ribbon ties?"

"You know. Like you've wrapped the man up like a Christmas present," Tsuru explained.

It wasn't that I disliked the idea of a threesome with Mira and Tsuru, but I did have so many sex partners that there was always an opportunity cost.

"Don't forget that Mira helped you out with that little Xico play of yours. Isn't that worse a nice little present for her anniversary? It's not like you two are sexually incompatible: you love getting blowjobs, she loves giving blowjobs." She smiled. "We might have some roleplay fun too, by the by," she added.

"You're right. It sounds nice," I told her.

She grinned, leaning in to peck me on the cheek. "I knew I could count on you," she said, giving me a wink.

* * *

Tsuru had given me her spare key, and told me about a box she'd left at Mira's house. Inside was, predictably, some lace, semitransparent black underwear, and a simple ribbon that was intended to be tied around the neck. The former no longer made me embarrassed (at least, when dealing with my actual partners - I did close the curtains in various rooms throughout the house before switching into it), and the latter wasn't too difficult to pull on.

Unfortunately, I quickly realized that I'd forgotten something: Mira and Tsuru were out for dinner, and it would presumably be an hour or two before they arrived home. I ultimately decided to use the Sinclair Iris, planting my phone against my thigh so that I'd notice the buzzing and the sounds.

A solid hour of cutting evil aliens apart with an ultratech sword later, my phone buzzed against my thigh. I was locked in a death duel with one particularly ornery jumper, so I was worried I wouldn't be able to answer - but, luckily, I was playing a video game, so I could just forget about defense, throw myself into things, and finish the fight in ten seconds of frantic cutting and slicing.

I lost, of course, but it's the principle of the thing. I took off the Sinclair, and grabbed the phone - it was a text from Tsuru, telling me that she was on her way. I replied back that I was ready, and wandered downstairs, contemplating exactly how to greet the pair. Kneeling at the front door? Lying on the bed? Lounging on the couch in the living room? I could use my superspeed to really give myself the time to consider the question.

Ultimately, I decided to scooch a comfy chair into the entryway, and then sit down on it, spreading my legs and relaxing, in the hopes of playing up the 'potential blowjob' angle as much as possible. It was what Mira was into, and I was a gift for her.

It didn't take too long for Mira and Tsuru to arrive, with Mira laughing at some joke of Mira's as she opened the door. She saw Roger almost immediately, pausing in the doorway - and then grinned a moment later. "A nice present for our anniversary, huh? A cheap present, more like," she teased.

"I bought him the ribbon and the underwear," Tsuru protested, though she smiled as she did so. There was a weird sense that came with the pair talking about me like that - not anger at the objectification, more... jealousy? Melancholy? The two were loving partners, and I was a third wheel, and I felt it quite sharply at the moment. "Aw, he's feeling sad, Mira," she said, planting one hand on her girlfriend's back. "Don't you like his sexy body, his slutty nature, and his nice hard cock?"

"I do," she agreed, smiling at me. She reached down for my pelvis, caressing my cock through my underwear. "Are you really feeling bad, Roger? That's actually a little cute, honestly," she said, a sly smile on her lips. "Maybe reverse the genders and you'll understand why?"

A happy slut eager to get fucked... feels sad because you have feelings for somebody else. Yeah. I got it - and a glance at Tsuru confirmed as much. "I don't feel that bad. I have other partners."

"That's right," Tsuru agreed. "He has his situationships with Nora and Xico, plus his things with Kate, and Stitch, and Bup."

Mira snorted. "You know, I thought you were much nicer for putting up Bup, before I learned about your whole 'alternate sexual morality' thing. Now it's just obvious you enjoy a little himbo." She kept stroking me as she spoke. "How about a blowjob. Will that make you feel better?"

"It always does," I said, earning a small laugh from Mira - who promptly descended to her knees in front of me, tugging down my underwear. My hard cock burst free into the open air, and her hand wrapped around it, starting to softly stroke up and down my length. I shuddered and sighed, leaning back in my seat, and Mira's mouth wrapped around my cockhead at that point. Her pretty hazel eyes looked up at me, cocky and horny at the same time, and she slowly but surely began to descend down my length, my whole cock vanishing down her throat. I just shuddered at the sensation, her tongue sliding back and forth as she gingerly worked to get me off.

It wasn't some furious facefuck by any means, but it felt great, the tight sensation of her wet throat around my cock. I glanced over at Tsuru as she worked, worried about her feeling left out - but apparently Tsuru had instead decided to strip down to her underwear, and now moved to sit on the arm of the seat. She looked gorgeous like that, her ivory white full tits scarcely contained inside her bra - and, catching that thought from me, she grabbed the back of my head and pushed me into her tits, a grin on her lips as my face got mashed into her breasts like that.

They were warm, soft, full, as they pushed against my cheeks and face, and my cock throbbed inside of Mira's mouth and throat, as the superheroine continued her gentle and steady bobbing. Her throat felt amazing around my dick, wet and slick and smooth as she moved up and down, starting to twist her head, really getting into it, and Tsuru just sighed softly at my own attentions to her breasts. "Go ahead and lick and suck at what you can get, Roger," she told me.

Given a command like that, I could hardly argue, licking along the bare pale flesh of those full round tits of hers, occasionally kissing or sucking at the bare skin there. She sighed softly, continuing to caress my hair, as I simply went wild on her bare breasts, relishing the taste and sensation of them. She reached down for my hand with her own, grabbing the wrist, and drew me up to place it on her stomach, fingers down. I let my fingers slide appropriately down, starting to finger her softly.

Mira started to become more enthusiastic in her fellatio at that point, bobbing up and down with increasing intensity, really trying to strain an orgasm out of me with her throat. She swallowed, twisted, and licked, and it felt competitive. I couldn't see her face - Tsuru's fat tits were in the way - but I could glance up to see Tsuru looking down at me and Mira both dotingly, as I went wild on her breasts, and fingered her with increasing intensity.

My slobbering and licking at Tsuru's tits, combined with my work in her groin, was working quite well, her ivory pale flesh beginning to grow pink - and at that point, Mira started to go absolutely wild on my cock, bobbing and throatfucking me with reckless intensity. I realized, then, that the competition wasn't with Tsuru over me: it was with me, over Tsuru. She didn't want Tsuru to come before I did.

That sexy thought was enough to push me over the edge. I groaned into Tsuru's tits, while my hips futilely bucked up against Mira's face, the beautiful superheroine remaining latched onto my cock, her hands grasping my hips and holding herself down there as I found sweet release down her throat. It was only once I was completely finished coming that she popped off my cock, letting out a long sigh. "Mm... that was nice, Tsuru. What would you like next?"

Tsuru smirked. "Mm. Actually, can we do a little sexy roleplay?" I had reduced my attentions to her tits and pussy, wanting to give her the mental space to talk, and she casually patted my head. "I was thinking, me as the wicked vampire lord, you and Roger as my blood thralls."

"You're into far too strange of roleplay," Mira said, even as she stood up. "What's wrong with something simple, like a maid or a secretary?"

Tsuru shrugged, which meant her tits basically got mashed into my face - and she giggled a little, patting my head again. "The problem is I can read your mind, you know? I need superstimulus to overcome that barrier to fun roleplay. So a wacky scenario helps."

Mira's voice actually shifted to something like genuine concern. "I do have the design for that collar. I can't make a new one today, but-"

"It's too late, Mira," Tsuru said, with a wave of her hand. "I'm already into vampires, robots, alien parasites, and all the rest. A genuine slave maid can't change that. Now, bow before your mistress, the Dark Queen of the Night!"

Mira bowed - I caught her red hair falling low just out of the corner of my eyes, which made my dick twitch a little. Tsuru shuddered against my hand, reaching down for my wrist as she continued to run her fingers through my hair, directing me to finger her more thoroughly. "Mm... fuck it," she muttered to herself. She pulled my hand out from between her thighs hopped off the armrest. "Both of you, slaves," she declared. "Follow me."

"Yes, Mistress," Mira said.

"Yes, Mistress," I intoned as well. I wasn't a huge fan of the submissive role, but the vampire thing - and Tsuru's general perky flirty energy - did help make it feel unreal.

"Male slave, lie down on the bed, on your back," she commanded, and I did exactly that. "Female slave, get the lube," she ordered Mira.

"Yes, Mistress," was Mira's succinct response, going to the nightstand and removing a bottle.

"Lube up the male slave's cock," she ordered, then clambered onto the bed. She was on hands and knees over me, looking down at me, a thin smile on her lips as she admired my naked body.

"Yes, Mistress," Mira said, as she squirted out lube on her hand. Mira's hands felt cool for just a second, thanks to the lube, but soon her body warmth came into play and it was just pleasant, as she jerked me off and smeared and rubbed in the lube all over my cock.

"Now. Do the same to my asshole, female slave," she ordered.

"Yes, Mistress," Mira said.

Tsuru, for her part, leaned down over me, nibbling at my neck in a way that felt affectionate, predatory, and incredibly sexy, all at the same time. Her hot breath spilled across my skin as her teeth teased at the bare flesh. She let out little noises as Mira put her fingers into her asshole, squeaking softly into my neck, and my cock just throbbed, eager to get stuffed in a hole.

Luckily, it didn't take too long for Mira to finish her work, at which point, Tsuru stopped sucking on my neck, and instead twisted herself around, so her back was pressing down against my chest. "Now, male slave, you're going to fuck my asshole. Female slave, you will eat me out. Whichever one of you does a better job, will get to graduate from being a bloodbag, into life as a vampire. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Yes, Mistress," Mira agreed.

"Yes, Mistress," I added, a moment later, pointing my cock at Tsuru's asshole, finding the little hole with some difficulty with my dick, then starting to push inside. I had to actually grab her hips with one hand to manage to work her down my dick - after all, she was plastered atop me - but luckily, Tsuru wasn't that heavy.

Mira promptly got to work on Tsuru's pussy, and I could hear the wet and sloppy licks coming from between her thighs, her chin occasionally brushing against my dick, her long red hair teasing my thighs. There was something tantalizing about the almost-touch, the way she was putting her all into performing oral sex even as my dick thrust into her girlfriend's asshole - but I was also feeling somewhat competitive about the whole thing. I had been the one playing with Tsuru earlier, after all, so I should already have an advantage. My hand gripped Tsuru's hip - and I started to move her up and down.

This time, though, I activated my power, letting superspeed simultaneously intensify the stimulation for Tsuru, and simplify the process of fucking her. Her light, curvaceous body slid up and down my cock, my length vanishing in and out of her asshole in what should have been a second or less to her, but was so drawn out in terms of friction that it was nothing but pleasant. There was also, I knew, one pleasant side effect from my superspeed: my thoughts became completely unreadable to Tsuru. We were roleplaying, and she'd already mentioned that her telepathy made roleplaying less enjoyable - so why not clean up the busy thoughts this way, too?

It definitely seemed to work, judging by the way she grunted and groaned, gasping softly atop me. I watched from over her shoulder as her tits wildly jiggled and bounced in slow motion, as Mira struggled to follow her cunt up and down in the thrusts I was giving her. Tsuru's face was rapidly growing hot in profile, her eyelashes fluttering as her asshole tightened up on my dick. I leaned towards her neck, licking and nibbling at the soft flesh, the hand that wasn't fucking her on my cock moving to instead play with her tits, enjoying the slow motion way they responded to every thrust.

Tsuru was stacked, and her tits were truly soft - she lacked the muscle that gave some definition and shape to Kate's tits, so instead those fat tits just bounced and let my fingers sink in under their weight. Her moans grew louder, more animalistic, and to my superspeed ears, they were drawn out, long, agonizing cries of bliss that left me throbbing in her asshole, my excitement growing right alongside hers.

She came in short order - but I didn't stop fucking her at that point, still playing with her tit, still fucking her on my cock. I watched as her back arched, felt as her tight asshole spasmed and gripped my dick. She lacked the strength to arrest my motion, so I just kept fucking away, licking and sucking at her neck, my thoughts no doubt an incoherent mush of arousal and desire as far as she was concerned, while I pinched and teased her lovely perky nipples.

The wet, sloppy noises of Mira's cunnilingus grew louder and louder, and my cock just throbbed and pulsed inside Tsuru, my hips bucking up into her as I enjoyed the tight feeling of her asshole around my dick. Thump. Thump. Thump. That was all that was happening right now, and her pleasure continued at a near apex, my ability to stimulate her far more than normal, without the negative downsides of intense friction, serving only to make her orgasms come almost back to back. From my perspective, there might have been several minutes between each - but that came down to a couple dozen seconds from her perspective. The feeling of her body twitching and pulsing around my dick was intense and pleasant - and I wound up coming soon enough, though only after four orgasms on Tsuru's part, groaning as I unloaded deep inside her asshole and finally turned off my power, letting me listen to the sweet gasps of air on Tsuru's part.

"Mm, good, slave," she panted out atop me, twitching her hips, pushing her tit into my hand. "Good, bloodbag," she slurred, fingers running through Mira's hair almost absently as she rolled her head to look at me. "Sorry, male slave. Female slave did a better job."

There was... no way that was true. She just smirked and winked, and I remembered that she was in a relationship with Mira, and didn't want to offend her ego - and at that point, Mira popped out from between Tsuru's legs. "It's fine. I can tell he won the little competition. He's basically impossible to beat."

"Oop!" Tsuru laughed. "Sorry. Guess I should've known." She wiggled her way off my body, plopping onto her side on the bed. "Go wash your dick off, boyo," she said. "Can't put it in another hole until you get dick off it." She reached down for Mira, grabbing her wrist. "Want to talk to you for a second, babe."

I went to the bathroom, turning on the shower to dry off. I finally realized I was still wearing the stupid neck ribbon at that point, and dumped it on the ground.

* * *

Tsuru spoke in a hushed whisper once the shower came on. She could catch Roger's thoughts, so she knew he wasn't faking, and just leaned in to Mira. "Because of the Erlqueen situation in particular, he doesn't like taking the sub role very much."

"Oh. Right. He was raped." Mira glanced his way, feeling pity and concern for him.

"Don't say that to him," Tsuru counseled. He didn't want to think about it that way, even if it ~basically~ was rape. "The vampire thing was maybe pushing it. Even just 'Yes, Mistress'. Not that he liked subbing that much before. If you want him to play the sub, do something gentle, or really weird. No slave play, or noncon, or anything like that."

"Well, what would you recommend? You know what I'm into, and what he's into."

Tsuru hummed at that, contemplating it for a few seconds. "Oh, I know. How about sexy boss, and her secretary has to earn a promotion?"

"Aren't you usually the boss in that scenario?" Mostly because it makes more sense to make the secretary eat you out, than for the boss to eat the secretary out, Mira thought.

"We can't both be the boss, silly," Tsuru chided with a smile on her lips, and Mira just snorted. "Let's get dressed. I'll go grab his outfit - he left it folded up."

* * *

When I came out of the shower, having enjoyed a thorough rinse, I found my clothes folded up in front of the bathroom, and Tsuru and Mira fully dressed. "Oh, we're done?"

"Nope," Tsuru said, popping the 'p'. "We're just going to do another sexy scenario. Mira is our boss, and we're competing for a promotion. Come on, get dressed and let's go to her home office."

I did as commanded, curious exactly where this was going - and once we were there, Mira seemed to almost immediately adopt a completely different demeanor. "Now, both of you," she said, pointing to us, "are potentially going to receive a large promotion. But I can't decide which."

"Oh no!" Tsuru was overacting, raising her hand to her mouth. "Please make it me, ma'am! I'll work super hard!"

"Shush. Let me finish talking, girlie," Mira said, her voice surprisingly rough as she spoke to Tsuru. "I've figured out a good way to decide who will be receiving the promotion. A taste test," she explained. "Both of you, strip off your pants and underwear, and then sit on the edge of the desk, spreading your legs."

I did so. The scenario was a bit absurd, but hell, I wasn't going to complain about 'sexy boss gets down on her knees and sucks cock.' My cock was eager for some sucking as I sat on the edge - but sadly, Mira decided to start with her girlfriend's muff, pushing her face right in between Tsuru's thighs. Luckily, she did reach out for my dick, casually stroking it, while Tsuru just moaned and clamped down her thighs on Mira's face.

I grunted at the sensation of Mira's skilled fingers sliding up and down my length, closing my eyes to just listen and enjoy. Tsuru's sexy noises were pleasant too, easy to imagine they belonged to the same person jerking me off - and then I was surprised by a second hand coming along to wrap around my cock, beginning to stroke me off in that position. She grinned as my eyes fluttered open, giving me a playful wink. "If you come before she even finishes with me~e," Tsuru said, her voice warbling as Mira did something to try to shut her up. "Then, then, I'll get, the promotion, for su~ure," she said.

"No holds barred, huh?" I asked - then slid my hand up under her shirt, soon caressing her breast, sliding underneath her bra to find her perky nipple. It wasn't hard to start playing with it, and I used my power at a medium level setting, letting me give her a pleasant hyperstimulation while still just able to make out her words as she slurred out a "Noooo faaaaair, yoooou-" and then came beneath Mira and I's shared work, moaning and pushing her hips against Mira's head, giving up on jerking me off to just plant both hands in Mira's red hair and pump her hips back and forth.

Once Tsuru was done coming, Mira popped out from between her legs, wiping her mouth. She was fully clothed - a sexy contrast to Tsuru and I - and quickly shifted on the ground, moving to get in between my legs, wrapping her lips around my cock and just absorbing it into her throat without a word. I groaned at the sensation as she swallowed me up in a heartbeat, and Tsuru licked her lips, looking to me, clearly contemplating how to get me off faster.

Her hand landed on my stomach, pushing up my shirt to start feeling me up, fingertips running across my abs and up towards my chest, pushing my shirt up and up that way. I decided to have my revenge on her, reaching over for her pussy and starting to finger her, teasing her clit at the same time with my thumb and palm. She let out a soft gasp - which prompted Mira to get more enthusiastic, just pounding her face up and down my cock, humming, slurping, licking, going absolutely wild, hazel eyes staring up at me with raw determination, silently demanding I pay attention to her.

I cheated. I slowed down time, letting my gaze turn down to Mira, meeting her eyes as her frantic facefuck continued in slow motion. Sloppy, wet smacks of her tongue against the underside of my cock became sensual slithers along me instead, her head bobbing at a drawn out pace, her suction ability becoming incredible. The hand in Tsuru's sex did what I knew to make her feel good, not so much as glancing her way as I worked her over - and I kept my eyes firmly locked on Mira the whole time, giving her my undivided attention.

There's something very distinct about a facefuck that plays out at one tenth speed. A teasing, languid blowjob is totally different. Here, Mira was applying an enormous amount of suction, and the vibrations from her moans when my cock wasn't in my throat just felt like they were at a different pitch, still playing out with plenty of stimulation as she worked. Slobbering, wet noises became drawn out, and when saliva did splash down, I could follow the droplet in its long journey down onto Mira's top or the floor. She'd grind her nose into my pubes for what was just a fraction of a second for her, but lasted quite some time for me, showing intense pressure and willingness to please in a way that also felt amazing.

Tsuru was the first to come, though, moaning and bucking her hips against my hand. I maintained eye contact with Mira the whole time - she flicked her gaze off to the side on automatic in response to the noise, but then dragged her gaze back to me, her brow subtly furrowing as she started to work my hard even harder. Her hands came up to grip my thighs, and her pace on my cock accelerated. Her head twisted as she sucked, her tongue dancing around inside her mouth, and I gasped in response, bucking my hips up against her face, making her eyes widen at the sheer speed of the movement.

There was a smile visible in her eyes, and she upped the pace of her tongue, of her bobbing, of everything, to its absolute limit. Played out in slow motion, it was still closer to a languid, teasing blowjob - but there was a real pressure to it, an intensity that she couldn't have managed if this was all playing out in real time. I did my best to continue fingering Tsuru, but the look of sheer determination on Mira's face was getting to be too much.

As I felt myself drawing near the edge, I let time resume its normal pace, Mira's wet glug-glugs becoming intense and loud and rapid as she furiously fucked her face on my cock, her tongue dancing around and around the underside of my dick, my head rolling back as I groaned in pure pleasure. It took a scant few seconds for me to start to erupt, at which point Mira just slammed herself down my dick, holding me in her throat as I came straight down her throat.

When I was finished coming, I sat there, trembling in the afterglow, and she peeled slowly off my spit-slick cock, idly stroking it with one hand, licking her lips. "You're both so tasty," she said. "But Tsuru seems to be a quickshot, so I guess you're getting the promotion, Roger."

"Mira..." Tsuru whined softly, panting in the afterglow of her own recent orgasms.

"Oh, don't worry. As the boss, there will be plenty of fun for both of you to have - with me," Mira said, rising to her feet, wiping at her knees. "Or maybe even each other. Hmm. Well, consider Tsuru at your disposal too, Roger," Mira told me, a grin on her lips. "After all, you now outrank her at the company."

"I do, huh?" I responded, wryly smiling at Tsuru, pushing my tongue against my cheek. "I'd like to see her naked, to start with," I ordered.

Tsuru stripped herself naked, and I considered exactly what would be the most fun way to play with her... eventually, I laid her down on Mira's desk, planting her so her legs dangled off the edge. Mira watched the whole thing with curiosity, and I plopped myself down atop Tsuru, my dick in between her tits, smushing the large, soft funbags around my cock. I was planted so I'd face Mira, not Tsuru, so my ass was right in Tsuru's face.

I had just washed off in the shower - but I didn't expect Tsuru to lean up to start rimming me, making me groan in pleasure as my dick furiously twitched inside her bosom. "She's still your sexy secretary, right? Want to enjoy the lovely taste of her pussy, Mira?" I suggested, and Mira just grinned at that, getting down in between Tsuru's thighs and starting to lick, giving me various saucy looks from in between her girlfriend's thighs.

I, on the other hand, just focused on the titfuck itself, enjoying the soft feeling of her tits mashed around my cock, each thump of my hips inside her tits feeling like pure bliss. She shuddered beneath me, goosebumps running across her skin, and my fingers played with and teased her nipples, as I watched Mira just lick, slobber, and suck on her pussy - mostly leaving her clit unattended, other than the occasional brush of her nose against the sensitive nub. I just grunted, upping my pace in her tits, my own arousal rising. "Tsuru, push your tits tight around my cock," I ordered, and Mira raised one eyebrow up at me as she did exactly that - at which point I leaned down and forward over Tsuru, pressing my fingertips against her clit, teasing it subtly as Mira continued her work, grinning with her eyes up at me as we cooperated to make Tsuru feel good.

I could play with her nipples with one hand, the other teasing her clit, and Mira could go absolutely crazy on her pussy, showing off the same kind of frantic energy she'd been putting into the facefuck. Tsuru intermittently stopped licking my asshole to just moan and whimper, and it took no time at all for her to start coming, clamping her thighs onto Mira's head as she bounced her hips up and down, a random spasm of pleasure and arousal that was accompanied by more lewd moans into my asshole, her tongue's movements becoming random and sporadic.

It felt fantastic. I felt like a god, as I fucked those fat tits of hers all the harder - and it didn't take too long before I came in that position, splattering her stomach with a thick load of my cum, Mira just grinning up at me as she continued to eat out Tsuru.

It wound up being pretty fun, all in all, with the three of us switching out positions all over the place. We had to wash up in the shower a few times, given all the sweaty, messy positions we did, and we did a couple variations on the two scenarios: sometimes, Tsuru was the vampire queen again, and both of us her thralls; sometimes, I got to be a second vampire, and both Tsuru and I put Mira's body to good use; sometimes, it was a pair of sexy secretaries vying for their boss's favor; other times, it was the boss, the recent promotion (me), and Tsuru as the secretary on the bottom who had to do whatever we said (but, luckily, both of us mostly liked seeing her come her brains out).

When the sex finally ended, Tsuru and Mira curled up on the bed together, both sweaty from exertion. I considered joining them, but it was their anniversary - and a subtle nod of her head from Tsuru told me I'd read the room.

"This was fun," I said, giving them a wave. "Hope you two had a nice time," I added, before grabbing my clothes and leaving them there.

When I got home, Bup whined about not getting any cum that day, and me being out, so I gave her one last watery load directly down the throat, then passed out in my own bed.

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