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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 88: Zipless Fuck
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The desire for sexual release is one of the most primal, basic desires of a human being. Up until very recently, it was an absolute necessity for the survival of a person's genes, for them to have penis-in-vagina sex culminating in ejaculation during ovulation. All the people who never wanted to do that, either got forced into it, or failed to reproduce.
But this is actually a simplification: the genetic causes of the desire for PIV sex are imperfect. Just as they fail to encode the desire for breeding in general, they further fail to actually encode PIV sex itself. They produce a desire for sexual release, instead, thus leading to masturbation. Childhood experiences help to set what an individual is sexually attracted to. The older child of a pair of siblings is more likely to gain a lactation fetish, for example, and particularly when their younger sibling is about six years their junior. Early pornographic experiences can even tie into this - I don't doubt that part of what makes fellatio so appealing to me, is that one of the first porn videos I ever jerked off to was fellatio-focused.
As such, it wasn't particularly surprising that, with Tsuru overseas for some investigation in Japan, Mira invited me over to her place. "I'll blow you a~all you want. I can even get you a gift," she had explained in text. She had the desire for sexual release, and whatever early childhood sexual developments had led her to like fellatio, inclined her to achieve it this way.
She wasn't dressed in the slutty underwear like I'd half-hoped for, but she wore a warm smile as she greeted me at the door. "Hello, Roger," she said, idly licking her lips in a way that promised plenty of mutually enjoyable sex. I entered her mansion eagerly, and she let out a small laugh. "Mm. I have too many instincts made for men from this world," she said, casually sliding one arm around my flank, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "I keep thinking I'm being a presumptive bitch when I send you a sext like that. But I bet you popped a boner the moment you read it, right?"
"It was very sexy, yes," I agreed without hesitation, and she chuckled again at that.
"You know, you should have just told me about this a while back. It's all so much easier, now that I know that it's fine to ask you to come over to screw. Honestly. You're probably the lowest drama man I've ever been with, given that whole bit."
"Really? Guys are that... clingy?" Even switching the genders, I wasn't sure that sounded right.
"Not necessarily clingy. A lot of men would be offended about the gift, they'd want some sort of foreplay, that sort of thing. Whereas you came over from one text, and now," she added, taking my hand and pulling me along, "are going to get blown. And when I'm done blowing you, we may or may not cuddle, but you'll be totally happy to leave, no?"
"Well, I might feel a little wobbly on my legs, particularly given how thorough your fellatio is," I explained, and she let out a laugh by way of reply, nodding along.
"Particularly," she agreed, running her tongue along her upper lip once more. Once we were in the bedroom, she pretty much threw me on the bed - admittedly, it was more like she shoved me towards it and I let her, getting on my back and scrambling to take off my pants. My hard cock bounced up into the air, and she scrambled in between my thighs, starting to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she worked me over like that, slithering her tongue around the tip of my dick as she looked up at me.
I just laid back and let her get to work. She started off with lots of long, sinuous licks, her tongue sliding around my crown, then starting to run along various veins. I just twitched beneath her oral ministrations, letting out little grunts and groans of pleasure by way of response to her work. Her lips were hot against my bare skin, each kiss pressing against a different vein on my dick as she moved around, slathering me in spit and lovingly paying attention to my cock.
She was just dragging it out and enjoying herself, obviously - and that was fine by me. I had a gorgeous billionaire currently slurping on my dick, I couldn't complain that she was taking too long to get to the sucking.
After a couple minutes of licking, kissing, and even nuzzling at my cock - rubbing it against her features as if it was her pet and she just wanted to feel its warmth - she let out a soft breath, pulling back from my cock altogether. "I suppose you'd probably rather I was naked for this," she said, a smile on her lips as she started to pull off her clothes. There was no real elegance to the movements: they were desperate and eager as she stripped herself bare. Once she got herself naked, she got right back down in between my thighs, kissing the tip of my cock, her tongue playing against my slit. I just admired her body, the way her ass was raised high into the air, moving slightly back and forth as though she were a cat ready to pounce.
Then I had pretty much the same realization she had: I was probably overdressed for this occasion. I peeled up and off my shirt, and she let out a little laugh against the very tip of my cock, stimulating it further. As I wiggled my way out of my pants as well, she helpfully clambered over them, pulling them down - but the whole time, her lips remained firmly attached to the tip of my cock, her breaths brushing against it to further stimulate me.
When I finally finished getting my pants and socks off, Mira responded by slurping my cock up into her mouth to the base, pressing her nose into my pelvis. I groaned at the sensation, particularly the way her tongue slithered back and forth on the underside of my dick, stretching out down towards my balls. My cock twitched in her throat, and she casually reached up to fondle my balls, her other hand running along my stomach, fingertips sliding across my abs like some lewd parody of clawing against the wall as she drowned. There was no scraping desperation, but it was more smooth motion that pawing at me, and it made my hips buck up into her face almost involuntarily.
Of course, her response to getting that reaction out of me wasn't to complain - on the contrary, she hungrily swallowed around my cock, her throat bobbing, her lips sucking more noisily. Her cheeks hollowed, her lips smacked, her tongue slithered and wormed along the underside of my dick, as she twisted her head around and around. It showed off her body in all sorts of delicious ways, that full ass of hers going one way, then the other, her mouth constantly just sucking all the while... and I came, naturally.
She didn't stop sucking, even though the excited look in her eyes told me that she could tell I was coming straight down her throat. She gulped and gobbled around my dick, noisily sucking, slurping, twisting, licking. I just breathed by way of reply, feeling as if my brain was leaking out through my cock throughout the orgasm. After I came, my dick sensitive in the afterglow of an orgasm, she remained even more firmly attached than before, slurping noisily on it, keeping her lips smacking against my base, a smug little look in her eyes as she worked me over.
My dick did flag, and my sensitivity was through the roof, but it was soon fully erect again - and only then did she pop off, casually jerking me off as she started to speak. "Speak up more, Roger. Come on. Anybody likes to hear that their partner is enjoying themselves. Tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you melt in my mouth." There was a ravenous note to her voice, and my cock twitched in her hand. "See? Dirty talk works on you. It can work on me. If I just wanted a cock down my throat, there are toys out there," she explained - then dutifully slurped me back up, making me gasp.
"Fuck, that's good," I breathed out, reaching down to run my hands through her hair. I tried to think of what I'd like to hear while eating out a girl - Lope had a tendency to be noisy during sex, so something from her? "Oh, yes, yes, Mira, that's it, that's good," I grunted, my hips bucking up into her face, and she let out a satisfied noise. "Fuck, your throat feels so good on my cock, your tongue is just, nngod, so good," I breathed out, and it really was the truth - and saying it made it feel even more true, and encouraged Mira to make it more true.
That tongue of hers was very deft and talented, and she started to bob on my cock, her tongue tracing out shapes on the underside of my cock, following veins up and down and making me shiver. When she'd get up to the tip, she'd occasionally give my cock a quick jerk or two before she slid back down my length, and when she was down in my pelvis again, her throat would just gulp pleasantly. I did my best to give her a good showing of responding, and to keep up my end of the dirty talk. "Fuck, nnn, I want to just grab your face and fuck it," I breathed out. "I want to go absolutely wild on your mouth and throat, fuck, you feel so fucking good."
By way of response, Mira grasped her hair, gathering it into a pair of pigtails, offering it up to me with a sly look in her eyes as she held herself in my pelvis.
I didn't need to be told twice: I grabbed those handles and started to just fuck her face, ramming away at her mouth, hips bucking up into it. It felt fantastic, all the more for the way she gladly took it, the soft hums that escaped her throat, the eager way her tongue slid from side to side along the underside of my cock as I went at it. "That's it, that's great," I repeated, thumping my hips against her face all the more enthusiastically with each passing second, just ramming away without a second thought. She gulped and gobbled on my cock, her saliva dribbling out over her lower lip as she took it, splashing down onto my balls, and I lost myself in the moment until I finally just grunted, rammed my dick down her throat, and erupted all over again down her throat.
I shuddered and released her hair at that point, and she let out hot, soft breaths as she peeled back and off my cock. There was a warm smile on her lips as she wiped at her mouth and chin. "Mm. Good. That was good, Roger." She idly reached down for my cock, fingers dancing along the tip, my length twitching beneath their attentions. "You can keep going, right?"
"I can," I reassured her, and she grinned at that, before slurping my cock up to the base once more.
* * *
I was lying in bed on my back, my skin lightly soaked with sweat as I recovered. Once she'd drained me dry like some kind of succubus, Mira had given me a peck on the cheek, then headed off to grab a snack. "Reese's?" She offered, holding out a package to me, as she herself - still naked, to be clear - munched on one, working along the hard outside of the peanut butter cup.
"Thanks," I responded as I took one.
"Goddamn, this was goo~ood," she said, plopping onto the bed casually. "Just call up the guy, suck his brains out through his dick, and call it. Oh. Did you want any kind of gift? I'm rich so I could buy you a car and forget about it, so anything's on the table."
"I'm also rich."
She snorted at that. "Not as rich as me."
"Well, if I think of anything, I'll tell you," I said, before returning to eating the peanut butter cup.
"How're things with your girlfriends?" I almost choked on the cup at the question, and she snorted. "Oh, right. Can't call them your girlfriends. Sorry. How are things with Xico and Nora?"
"Uh. Good. Nora had a pretty creative thing she did recently, it was a lot of fun." I didn't want to get too into specifics, and fortunately Mira didn't seem to care too much.
"Yeah, I'm not worried about the sex, ha," she said, popping the last of the cup into her mouth and then starting to scrape her thumb off with her teeth. "Hrm. Actually, now that I'm reversing the genders, your relationship with Xico is... older gal takes advantage of a young guy who's pretty much a virgin."
"I'm not taking advantage of her," I said, immediately.
"Mm. I'm just trying to twist the genders around in my head." After a few seconds, she shrugged. "Eh. Worst case, you're using her for sex, and she clearly loves the sex part too. It's not like you're draining her bank account, and she's young enough that any relationship she had would be stupid."
"Thank you for your approval. I didn't realize you were her mother."
Mira snorted at that. "Sorry," she said, leaning up over me, kissing along my neck, one hand trailing down my abs. "Xico just makes you want to protect her, even if she's crazy powerful and can literally read your mind so she knows what she's getting into." Her hand casually stroked my half-erect cock. "I wonder what dumb relationships you got into when you were her age?" I remained stoic in response to the question, and she let out a small laugh. "Ah, fuck. You were probably a virgin up to late, right? If you're the one who has to make the approach, your personality is kinda... bad for that."
"What were you like at eighteen?"
"Dumb enough that an alternate version of me tried to take over the world."
"She also succeeded."
"Yeah, intelligence can make up for youthful idiocy," Mira said, giving up on getting me hard again for the moment. "I was a huge, stupid fuckgirl. You wouldn't believe how much cock I plowed through in my race to a high score." She shrugged. "Make you feel better? Oh, wait. It's probably worse in your home universe, isn't it? Or... like society is still patriarchal, right?"
"I think it's mostly evened out," I answered. "Men who fuck a lot of girls are assumed to be manipulative jerks or whatever. Women who fuck a lot of guys are assumed to have poor impulse control or whatever. I remember reading a study that men who had many sex partners were as likely to be viewed negatively as women who did."
"The final triumph of feminism," Mira agreed. "So it... doesn't bother you?"
"I'm banging Jill."
"I have no idea how many sex partners Jill has had," Mira said.
"No, it doesn't bother me. You obviously didn't learn how to suck dick from an instruction manual."
"True," Mira said with a laugh. She idly reached down for my cock again, casually stroking it. "When's it gonna get hard again, exactly?"
"Probably when you get down there to suck it," I told her, earning a laugh before she crawled down in between my legs, kissing at my half-erect cock. I just laid back, enjoying the sight of her lips gently pressing against my dick, hot breaths spilling over it as she moved around. It took a while for me to recover, even with the gorgeous woman on her hands and knees in front of my cock, kiss-kissing her way across it, little pecks that were full of affection - and then she finally got me up again.
She actually let out a sigh of relief when my cock got hard again. "I was starting to think you were just teasing about getting it up again," she said, casually flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Now, let's see," she breathed out, leaning into it, suckling on the very tip of my cock with those pretty pursed lips. Her mouth then slurped my cock up, and she started to pump away a good few times, just pounding her mouth up and down my cock, imitating my earlier facefuck.
It felt fantastic. She was diligent and attentive, her tongue sliding around the underside of my dick. "That's it, fuck," I breathed out. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock, Goddamn," I continued, and she hummed softly as she continued to pound her face up and down for a good minute or so, while I equally continued my job of telling her what a great job she was doing and how wonderful her mouth felt - then she pulled off altogether.
"Okay, sorry," she breathed out, leaning up and stretching. "You're going to have to do the work if you want any more."
"Do the work?" I prompted her, and she idly rolled over on the bed, head hanging off the edge.
"You know this position, right? I've been pumping on your cock while you've been a pillow prince." She opened her mouth, her long red hair pooling on the ground.
I clambered up out of the bed, too horny to resist such orders, and pointed my cock at her mouth. For a moment, I just teased her, sliding my cock along her lips - and then I thrust inside her throat in a single quick stroke, admiring the bulge as I slowed down time.
I was unsure that I had the energy to really go at it in real time, and Mira's throat felt just as good in slow motion. I started to gently, slowly, pump at her face, moving my hips back and forth... and there was the naked body of a gorgeous billionaire expert fellatrix laid out before me. My hands reached out for her body, fingers casually sliding across her modest breasts - and as I felt her up, I also felt the slow-motion jerk of pleasure in response to my touch.
Mira may have had some weird relationship to her orgasms, that left her eager to call me up just to suck my dick without any reciprocation on my part... but her body certainly didn't feel the same way. Her arousal and desire from the hour-plus suckfest we'd been enjoying had left her feeling pent-up, and with my superspeed, well...
I liked seeing the woman come, and I liked the feeling of Mira's mouth on my cock, so I slid my hand down towards her pussy. She let out this soft whine of ambivalent desire and complaint, stretched out into eternity, but she didn't try to wriggle away or anything. My fingertips teased at her clit, and then I slipped into her sex with two of them, rubbing at her clit with my palm.
She promptly came, a choked moan around my cock stimulating me still further. The vibrations it produced played out in slow motion, her orgasm exaggerated in its length, and it enticed me further, making me ram my dick down her throat and hold it there as she twitched in place. I kept my superspeed power at its maximum, relishing the sight of Mira's hips bucking up into my hand, of her slowly vibrating through buzzing around my dick, the warmth and wetness of it accompanied by licking that felt languid and slow to me, but must have been feverish for Mira herself.
Since the orgasm was playing out in slow motion for me, it went on for solid minutes, that quiet buzz around my cock truly delicious, and I just sighed and cast my head back, casually pumping my hips against Mira's face, half-inch pumps that left my balls to slap against her nose again and again.
Despite how good it felt, Mira had drained my cock so hard that I didn't come at any point during her minutes-long orgasm, and when it finished, I pulled out of her mouth and let time speed back up. Mira stared at my hard cock as it bounced in front of her face, her tongue sliding across her lips. She glanced up at me, her breathing seeming normal despite how long I'd been lodged in her throat from my perspective. "Did you come?" She asked, this note of raw, animal desire in her voice.
"Sorry, no. You've really drained me dry," I admitted.
"Clearly not just yet," she said, with a sly smile, then just opened her mouth wide and inviting all over again. Her tongue waggled in front of her mouth, as if to say, Here it is, let's finish the job and drain out the last few drops of cum from those balls of yours.
Obviously, I took her up on the offer, starting to fuck her face once more. This time, I decided to see her response to me going truly all out: I slowed down time, but kept up the hard pace of fucking. Her response was a brief - repeatedly cut-off - noise of surprise, causing a similarly short puff of sputtering-gagging, but the moment that ended, she was eagerly humming around my dick as I pounded away. The sheer pace I could put her mouth through was no doubt obscene to her, as I just rutted at her face, and I let my hands slide down her gorgeous naked body towards her pussy again, casually playing with her clit and pussy both.
She was squirming on my dick in delight as she got it from both ends, and I was enjoying the feeling of her throat as it bounced and shivered and hummed around my cock. Even the mattress was reacting strangely to my rough pace, my pounding so fast that I'd often prevent the 'bounce back' from the previous thrust. Mira certainly didn't complain about any of it, her tongue lashing my dick as fast as it could in slow motion, giving up on any skill or precision to compensate with raw speed.
I did try to make her come again, but of course, she'd just orgasmed, and I was going hog wild on her mouth, so I ultimately failed to do so. When my cock started to pulse in eager readiness to come, I managed to pull back so that just the tip was past her lips, my length twitching in her mouth, and let time resume its normal pace so she could react properly to that fact.
She got it almost immediately, bringing up one hand to jerk me off into her mouth as her tongue slithered and danced around the tip of my cock. I gasped at the sensations, and then erupted, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth, my hips quietly jerking back and forth. She worked hard to drain me dry, cheeks hollowing as she sucked and sucked on the tip, gulping down the last few spurts my body had to give.
When I finished, I flopped down on the bed again, and Mira just panted on her back before eventually getting up off it, grabbing her phone and sitting down on the bed next to me, so that her back was against the headboard, her legs crossed in front of her.
"You don't mind if I text Tsuru, right?" She added, already tapping away at her phone, and I just shook my head. She got a reply very quickly, typing back and forth with her girlfriend right next to me. I just stared up at the ceiling as I recovered from the long fellatio session. "Hey," she said, casually planting one hand on my shoulder. "Tsuru says hi," she noted, leaning over to show me the phone.
Tsuru was in her underwear, mouth open, tongue outstretched, holding up the phone for the camera. The underwear wasn't sexy, but all the underlying implications were - particularly the fact that Mira wasn't into receiving, so this image had to be for my benefit. My cock twitched in response, and Mira grinned in a way that made it obvious that was exactly what she wanted.
Still, my cock was not getting erect again. "I really need a break."
"Sure, sure," Mira agreed, pulling the phone back, texting away. "Just a thought, can you take that break at superspeed? Not sure how that works with your power, but you could try it out," she noted.
"It cancels when I fall asleep."
"It can help you get to sleep, surely? No stimulation at all. Oh, here's my sleep mask," she noted, handing it over. "Take a nap."
I put on the sleep mask and closed my eyes, letting her tippity-tapping slow down to one tenth speed; it didn't take me long at all to finally pass out.
Of course, when I woke up, it was with Mira's lips once more plastered onto my apparently-recovered cock, and I could only just lean back and enjoy it.
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The desire for sexual release is one of the most primal, basic desires of a human being. Up until very recently, it was an absolute necessity for the survival of a person's genes, for them to have penis-in-vagina sex culminating in ejaculation during ovulation. All the people who never wanted to do that, either got forced into it, or failed to reproduce.
But this is actually a simplification: the genetic causes of the desire for PIV sex are imperfect. Just as they fail to encode the desire for breeding in general, they further fail to actually encode PIV sex itself. They produce a desire for sexual release, instead, thus leading to masturbation. Childhood experiences help to set what an individual is sexually attracted to. The older child of a pair of siblings is more likely to gain a lactation fetish, for example, and particularly when their younger sibling is about six years their junior. Early pornographic experiences can even tie into this - I don't doubt that part of what makes fellatio so appealing to me, is that one of the first porn videos I ever jerked off to was fellatio-focused.
As such, it wasn't particularly surprising that, with Tsuru overseas for some investigation in Japan, Mira invited me over to her place. "I'll blow you a~all you want. I can even get you a gift," she had explained in text. She had the desire for sexual release, and whatever early childhood sexual developments had led her to like fellatio, inclined her to achieve it this way.
She wasn't dressed in the slutty underwear like I'd half-hoped for, but she wore a warm smile as she greeted me at the door. "Hello, Roger," she said, idly licking her lips in a way that promised plenty of mutually enjoyable sex. I entered her mansion eagerly, and she let out a small laugh. "Mm. I have too many instincts made for men from this world," she said, casually sliding one arm around my flank, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "I keep thinking I'm being a presumptive bitch when I send you a sext like that. But I bet you popped a boner the moment you read it, right?"
"It was very sexy, yes," I agreed without hesitation, and she chuckled again at that.
"You know, you should have just told me about this a while back. It's all so much easier, now that I know that it's fine to ask you to come over to screw. Honestly. You're probably the lowest drama man I've ever been with, given that whole bit."
"Really? Guys are that... clingy?" Even switching the genders, I wasn't sure that sounded right.
"Not necessarily clingy. A lot of men would be offended about the gift, they'd want some sort of foreplay, that sort of thing. Whereas you came over from one text, and now," she added, taking my hand and pulling me along, "are going to get blown. And when I'm done blowing you, we may or may not cuddle, but you'll be totally happy to leave, no?"
"Well, I might feel a little wobbly on my legs, particularly given how thorough your fellatio is," I explained, and she let out a laugh by way of reply, nodding along.
"Particularly," she agreed, running her tongue along her upper lip once more. Once we were in the bedroom, she pretty much threw me on the bed - admittedly, it was more like she shoved me towards it and I let her, getting on my back and scrambling to take off my pants. My hard cock bounced up into the air, and she scrambled in between my thighs, starting to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue. She sucked in a deep breath through her nose as she worked me over like that, slithering her tongue around the tip of my dick as she looked up at me.
I just laid back and let her get to work. She started off with lots of long, sinuous licks, her tongue sliding around my crown, then starting to run along various veins. I just twitched beneath her oral ministrations, letting out little grunts and groans of pleasure by way of response to her work. Her lips were hot against my bare skin, each kiss pressing against a different vein on my dick as she moved around, slathering me in spit and lovingly paying attention to my cock.
She was just dragging it out and enjoying herself, obviously - and that was fine by me. I had a gorgeous billionaire currently slurping on my dick, I couldn't complain that she was taking too long to get to the sucking.
After a couple minutes of licking, kissing, and even nuzzling at my cock - rubbing it against her features as if it was her pet and she just wanted to feel its warmth - she let out a soft breath, pulling back from my cock altogether. "I suppose you'd probably rather I was naked for this," she said, a smile on her lips as she started to pull off her clothes. There was no real elegance to the movements: they were desperate and eager as she stripped herself bare. Once she got herself naked, she got right back down in between my thighs, kissing the tip of my cock, her tongue playing against my slit. I just admired her body, the way her ass was raised high into the air, moving slightly back and forth as though she were a cat ready to pounce.
Then I had pretty much the same realization she had: I was probably overdressed for this occasion. I peeled up and off my shirt, and she let out a little laugh against the very tip of my cock, stimulating it further. As I wiggled my way out of my pants as well, she helpfully clambered over them, pulling them down - but the whole time, her lips remained firmly attached to the tip of my cock, her breaths brushing against it to further stimulate me.
When I finally finished getting my pants and socks off, Mira responded by slurping my cock up into her mouth to the base, pressing her nose into my pelvis. I groaned at the sensation, particularly the way her tongue slithered back and forth on the underside of my dick, stretching out down towards my balls. My cock twitched in her throat, and she casually reached up to fondle my balls, her other hand running along my stomach, fingertips sliding across my abs like some lewd parody of clawing against the wall as she drowned. There was no scraping desperation, but it was more smooth motion that pawing at me, and it made my hips buck up into her face almost involuntarily.
Of course, her response to getting that reaction out of me wasn't to complain - on the contrary, she hungrily swallowed around my cock, her throat bobbing, her lips sucking more noisily. Her cheeks hollowed, her lips smacked, her tongue slithered and wormed along the underside of my dick, as she twisted her head around and around. It showed off her body in all sorts of delicious ways, that full ass of hers going one way, then the other, her mouth constantly just sucking all the while... and I came, naturally.
She didn't stop sucking, even though the excited look in her eyes told me that she could tell I was coming straight down her throat. She gulped and gobbled around my dick, noisily sucking, slurping, twisting, licking. I just breathed by way of reply, feeling as if my brain was leaking out through my cock throughout the orgasm. After I came, my dick sensitive in the afterglow of an orgasm, she remained even more firmly attached than before, slurping noisily on it, keeping her lips smacking against my base, a smug little look in her eyes as she worked me over.
My dick did flag, and my sensitivity was through the roof, but it was soon fully erect again - and only then did she pop off, casually jerking me off as she started to speak. "Speak up more, Roger. Come on. Anybody likes to hear that their partner is enjoying themselves. Tell me how good it feels. I want to hear you melt in my mouth." There was a ravenous note to her voice, and my cock twitched in her hand. "See? Dirty talk works on you. It can work on me. If I just wanted a cock down my throat, there are toys out there," she explained - then dutifully slurped me back up, making me gasp.
"Fuck, that's good," I breathed out, reaching down to run my hands through her hair. I tried to think of what I'd like to hear while eating out a girl - Lope had a tendency to be noisy during sex, so something from her? "Oh, yes, yes, Mira, that's it, that's good," I grunted, my hips bucking up into her face, and she let out a satisfied noise. "Fuck, your throat feels so good on my cock, your tongue is just, nngod, so good," I breathed out, and it really was the truth - and saying it made it feel even more true, and encouraged Mira to make it more true.
That tongue of hers was very deft and talented, and she started to bob on my cock, her tongue tracing out shapes on the underside of my cock, following veins up and down and making me shiver. When she'd get up to the tip, she'd occasionally give my cock a quick jerk or two before she slid back down my length, and when she was down in my pelvis again, her throat would just gulp pleasantly. I did my best to give her a good showing of responding, and to keep up my end of the dirty talk. "Fuck, nnn, I want to just grab your face and fuck it," I breathed out. "I want to go absolutely wild on your mouth and throat, fuck, you feel so fucking good."
By way of response, Mira grasped her hair, gathering it into a pair of pigtails, offering it up to me with a sly look in her eyes as she held herself in my pelvis.
I didn't need to be told twice: I grabbed those handles and started to just fuck her face, ramming away at her mouth, hips bucking up into it. It felt fantastic, all the more for the way she gladly took it, the soft hums that escaped her throat, the eager way her tongue slid from side to side along the underside of my cock as I went at it. "That's it, that's great," I repeated, thumping my hips against her face all the more enthusiastically with each passing second, just ramming away without a second thought. She gulped and gobbled on my cock, her saliva dribbling out over her lower lip as she took it, splashing down onto my balls, and I lost myself in the moment until I finally just grunted, rammed my dick down her throat, and erupted all over again down her throat.
I shuddered and released her hair at that point, and she let out hot, soft breaths as she peeled back and off my cock. There was a warm smile on her lips as she wiped at her mouth and chin. "Mm. Good. That was good, Roger." She idly reached down for my cock, fingers dancing along the tip, my length twitching beneath their attentions. "You can keep going, right?"
"I can," I reassured her, and she grinned at that, before slurping my cock up to the base once more.
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I was lying in bed on my back, my skin lightly soaked with sweat as I recovered. Once she'd drained me dry like some kind of succubus, Mira had given me a peck on the cheek, then headed off to grab a snack. "Reese's?" She offered, holding out a package to me, as she herself - still naked, to be clear - munched on one, working along the hard outside of the peanut butter cup.
"Thanks," I responded as I took one.
"Goddamn, this was goo~ood," she said, plopping onto the bed casually. "Just call up the guy, suck his brains out through his dick, and call it. Oh. Did you want any kind of gift? I'm rich so I could buy you a car and forget about it, so anything's on the table."
"I'm also rich."
She snorted at that. "Not as rich as me."
"Well, if I think of anything, I'll tell you," I said, before returning to eating the peanut butter cup.
"How're things with your girlfriends?" I almost choked on the cup at the question, and she snorted. "Oh, right. Can't call them your girlfriends. Sorry. How are things with Xico and Nora?"
"Uh. Good. Nora had a pretty creative thing she did recently, it was a lot of fun." I didn't want to get too into specifics, and fortunately Mira didn't seem to care too much.
"Yeah, I'm not worried about the sex, ha," she said, popping the last of the cup into her mouth and then starting to scrape her thumb off with her teeth. "Hrm. Actually, now that I'm reversing the genders, your relationship with Xico is... older gal takes advantage of a young guy who's pretty much a virgin."
"I'm not taking advantage of her," I said, immediately.
"Mm. I'm just trying to twist the genders around in my head." After a few seconds, she shrugged. "Eh. Worst case, you're using her for sex, and she clearly loves the sex part too. It's not like you're draining her bank account, and she's young enough that any relationship she had would be stupid."
"Thank you for your approval. I didn't realize you were her mother."
Mira snorted at that. "Sorry," she said, leaning up over me, kissing along my neck, one hand trailing down my abs. "Xico just makes you want to protect her, even if she's crazy powerful and can literally read your mind so she knows what she's getting into." Her hand casually stroked my half-erect cock. "I wonder what dumb relationships you got into when you were her age?" I remained stoic in response to the question, and she let out a small laugh. "Ah, fuck. You were probably a virgin up to late, right? If you're the one who has to make the approach, your personality is kinda... bad for that."
"What were you like at eighteen?"
"Dumb enough that an alternate version of me tried to take over the world."
"She also succeeded."
"Yeah, intelligence can make up for youthful idiocy," Mira said, giving up on getting me hard again for the moment. "I was a huge, stupid fuckgirl. You wouldn't believe how much cock I plowed through in my race to a high score." She shrugged. "Make you feel better? Oh, wait. It's probably worse in your home universe, isn't it? Or... like society is still patriarchal, right?"
"I think it's mostly evened out," I answered. "Men who fuck a lot of girls are assumed to be manipulative jerks or whatever. Women who fuck a lot of guys are assumed to have poor impulse control or whatever. I remember reading a study that men who had many sex partners were as likely to be viewed negatively as women who did."
"The final triumph of feminism," Mira agreed. "So it... doesn't bother you?"
"I'm banging Jill."
"I have no idea how many sex partners Jill has had," Mira said.
"No, it doesn't bother me. You obviously didn't learn how to suck dick from an instruction manual."
"True," Mira said with a laugh. She idly reached down for my cock again, casually stroking it. "When's it gonna get hard again, exactly?"
"Probably when you get down there to suck it," I told her, earning a laugh before she crawled down in between my legs, kissing at my half-erect cock. I just laid back, enjoying the sight of her lips gently pressing against my dick, hot breaths spilling over it as she moved around. It took a while for me to recover, even with the gorgeous woman on her hands and knees in front of my cock, kiss-kissing her way across it, little pecks that were full of affection - and then she finally got me up again.
She actually let out a sigh of relief when my cock got hard again. "I was starting to think you were just teasing about getting it up again," she said, casually flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Now, let's see," she breathed out, leaning into it, suckling on the very tip of my cock with those pretty pursed lips. Her mouth then slurped my cock up, and she started to pump away a good few times, just pounding her mouth up and down my cock, imitating my earlier facefuck.
It felt fantastic. She was diligent and attentive, her tongue sliding around the underside of my dick. "That's it, fuck," I breathed out. "Your mouth feels so good on my cock, Goddamn," I continued, and she hummed softly as she continued to pound her face up and down for a good minute or so, while I equally continued my job of telling her what a great job she was doing and how wonderful her mouth felt - then she pulled off altogether.
"Okay, sorry," she breathed out, leaning up and stretching. "You're going to have to do the work if you want any more."
"Do the work?" I prompted her, and she idly rolled over on the bed, head hanging off the edge.
"You know this position, right? I've been pumping on your cock while you've been a pillow prince." She opened her mouth, her long red hair pooling on the ground.
I clambered up out of the bed, too horny to resist such orders, and pointed my cock at her mouth. For a moment, I just teased her, sliding my cock along her lips - and then I thrust inside her throat in a single quick stroke, admiring the bulge as I slowed down time.
I was unsure that I had the energy to really go at it in real time, and Mira's throat felt just as good in slow motion. I started to gently, slowly, pump at her face, moving my hips back and forth... and there was the naked body of a gorgeous billionaire expert fellatrix laid out before me. My hands reached out for her body, fingers casually sliding across her modest breasts - and as I felt her up, I also felt the slow-motion jerk of pleasure in response to my touch.
Mira may have had some weird relationship to her orgasms, that left her eager to call me up just to suck my dick without any reciprocation on my part... but her body certainly didn't feel the same way. Her arousal and desire from the hour-plus suckfest we'd been enjoying had left her feeling pent-up, and with my superspeed, well...
I liked seeing the woman come, and I liked the feeling of Mira's mouth on my cock, so I slid my hand down towards her pussy. She let out this soft whine of ambivalent desire and complaint, stretched out into eternity, but she didn't try to wriggle away or anything. My fingertips teased at her clit, and then I slipped into her sex with two of them, rubbing at her clit with my palm.
She promptly came, a choked moan around my cock stimulating me still further. The vibrations it produced played out in slow motion, her orgasm exaggerated in its length, and it enticed me further, making me ram my dick down her throat and hold it there as she twitched in place. I kept my superspeed power at its maximum, relishing the sight of Mira's hips bucking up into my hand, of her slowly vibrating through buzzing around my dick, the warmth and wetness of it accompanied by licking that felt languid and slow to me, but must have been feverish for Mira herself.
Since the orgasm was playing out in slow motion for me, it went on for solid minutes, that quiet buzz around my cock truly delicious, and I just sighed and cast my head back, casually pumping my hips against Mira's face, half-inch pumps that left my balls to slap against her nose again and again.
Despite how good it felt, Mira had drained my cock so hard that I didn't come at any point during her minutes-long orgasm, and when it finished, I pulled out of her mouth and let time speed back up. Mira stared at my hard cock as it bounced in front of her face, her tongue sliding across her lips. She glanced up at me, her breathing seeming normal despite how long I'd been lodged in her throat from my perspective. "Did you come?" She asked, this note of raw, animal desire in her voice.
"Sorry, no. You've really drained me dry," I admitted.
"Clearly not just yet," she said, with a sly smile, then just opened her mouth wide and inviting all over again. Her tongue waggled in front of her mouth, as if to say, Here it is, let's finish the job and drain out the last few drops of cum from those balls of yours.
Obviously, I took her up on the offer, starting to fuck her face once more. This time, I decided to see her response to me going truly all out: I slowed down time, but kept up the hard pace of fucking. Her response was a brief - repeatedly cut-off - noise of surprise, causing a similarly short puff of sputtering-gagging, but the moment that ended, she was eagerly humming around my dick as I pounded away. The sheer pace I could put her mouth through was no doubt obscene to her, as I just rutted at her face, and I let my hands slide down her gorgeous naked body towards her pussy again, casually playing with her clit and pussy both.
She was squirming on my dick in delight as she got it from both ends, and I was enjoying the feeling of her throat as it bounced and shivered and hummed around my cock. Even the mattress was reacting strangely to my rough pace, my pounding so fast that I'd often prevent the 'bounce back' from the previous thrust. Mira certainly didn't complain about any of it, her tongue lashing my dick as fast as it could in slow motion, giving up on any skill or precision to compensate with raw speed.
I did try to make her come again, but of course, she'd just orgasmed, and I was going hog wild on her mouth, so I ultimately failed to do so. When my cock started to pulse in eager readiness to come, I managed to pull back so that just the tip was past her lips, my length twitching in her mouth, and let time resume its normal pace so she could react properly to that fact.
She got it almost immediately, bringing up one hand to jerk me off into her mouth as her tongue slithered and danced around the tip of my cock. I gasped at the sensations, and then erupted, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth, my hips quietly jerking back and forth. She worked hard to drain me dry, cheeks hollowing as she sucked and sucked on the tip, gulping down the last few spurts my body had to give.
When I finished, I flopped down on the bed again, and Mira just panted on her back before eventually getting up off it, grabbing her phone and sitting down on the bed next to me, so that her back was against the headboard, her legs crossed in front of her.
"You don't mind if I text Tsuru, right?" She added, already tapping away at her phone, and I just shook my head. She got a reply very quickly, typing back and forth with her girlfriend right next to me. I just stared up at the ceiling as I recovered from the long fellatio session. "Hey," she said, casually planting one hand on my shoulder. "Tsuru says hi," she noted, leaning over to show me the phone.
Tsuru was in her underwear, mouth open, tongue outstretched, holding up the phone for the camera. The underwear wasn't sexy, but all the underlying implications were - particularly the fact that Mira wasn't into receiving, so this image had to be for my benefit. My cock twitched in response, and Mira grinned in a way that made it obvious that was exactly what she wanted.
Still, my cock was not getting erect again. "I really need a break."
"Sure, sure," Mira agreed, pulling the phone back, texting away. "Just a thought, can you take that break at superspeed? Not sure how that works with your power, but you could try it out," she noted.
"It cancels when I fall asleep."
"It can help you get to sleep, surely? No stimulation at all. Oh, here's my sleep mask," she noted, handing it over. "Take a nap."
I put on the sleep mask and closed my eyes, letting her tippity-tapping slow down to one tenth speed; it didn't take me long at all to finally pass out.
Of course, when I woke up, it was with Mira's lips once more plastered onto my apparently-recovered cock, and I could only just lean back and enjoy it.
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