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Superheroine Seducing Accountant, Chapter 115: Ending A Date With Kate Appropriately
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We sat at the dining room table in my apartment, our pizzas placed in front of us. Kate was naked other than her choker, while I had gotten dressed; she was seated on a towel, however. I didn’t want her to make a mess leaking all over the place.
At first, I had just focused on discussing Station Seven. It was a pretty decent game, and since she’d been watching me play it, we could talk about it. That discussion quickly ended up petering out, though; she hadn't picked up nearly as much of the game as I'd thought she had, and it was obvious she felt embarrassed about that. Not the good kind of embarrassment, either - the kind where she was doubtlessly inwardly cringing as she realized she'd completely zoned out during the game she'd bought me and was unable to participate in any discussion of it.
I decided to change the topic of discussion. Relating to Kate outside the bedroom was hard with this universe's Kate - the one from Origin, I'd spent even less time doing date-y things, and I knew of one main way to compensate for that, which Kate never complained about.
"Kate, I want a blowjob," I said, and she jerked in place, eyes widening, her cheeks softly glowing pink at the demand. "When you finish your meal, get down under the table and suck my cock."
She began to wolf down the pizza, and I realized that I'd used her real name rather than her nickname. Was that part of why she'd flushed? Well, I guess it didn't really matter. She was eating like she'd served in the military, and I was purposefully taking my time.
When she finished her food, she spoke up. "Master, can I get under the table and suck your cock?"
My cock frantically throbbed in my pants. I had already given her permission, but she was still asking - honestly, probably because she liked the part where she asked, in whatever messed up kinky way she thought about that stuff. Either way... "You may. Try to get me off with your mouth before I finish my meal."
"Yes, Master!" She hurriedly crawled under the table, and was soon kneeling in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing as her hands came up, trembling as she unzipped my pants, unbuttoned them, and then tugged them and my underwear both down, my hard cock popping free. She let out this hot little noise, a sound of pure, incandescent lust - and then she wrapped her lips around my cock. I groaned as she simply slurped my whole cock into her throat, a hot wet noise as my cock neatly slipped past her gag reflex without any sign of struggle.
"Good girl," I groaned. "Good Fuckpig." I reached down to pat her head softly, and she let out a cute little mewl around my dick, flashing her grey eyes up at me for a moment as she held my cock deep inside her throat for a long few seconds.
Then she peeled back, a wet pop as her lips came off my cock. "Please, eat, Master, you need your strength," she said, then turned scarlet as she realized what she'd just said - and decided to handle the embarrassment by immediately choking herself on my cock all over again, slurping my dick straight down to the base in a single smooth movement.
I sighed, shifting in my seat, and leaned forward to get a fresh slice of pizza - though I held it in one hand. The other hand reached down to grab Kate's hair, gathering it into a ponytail, and then used it as a grip to direct her along my cock.
It wasn't a frantic facefuck, but she took my direction regardless, letting me set a slow and steady pace, her lips sliding up and down my cock as I thrust deep into her throat again and again. Her body shivered softly beneath me, and I felt a little noise of pleasure, and leaned back to look down at her. She was playing with herself, and as our eyes met, she briefly wore an expression of panic, at masturbating without permission or whatever else. "Yeah, go ahead and masturbate when you have my dick in your mouth like this. Who knows, I may not have the energy to fuck you again, so these might be your last orgasms. Pathetically jilling off under the table as you look up at your master eating his pizza. You ate like you were starving," I told her, as I pumped her slow-and-steady up and down my cock. "You were that desperate to get my cock in your mouth, huh?"
"Mhm," she hummed out around my cock, her eyelashes fluttering softly as she looked up at me. She continued to bob at my direction, her tongue sliding flatly across the underside of my cock. Her mouth formed a tight seal, her lips utterly and firmly attached to my dick.
"I bet you think that sucking cock makes you more attractive." It did, but- "You're still just a desperate pervert. The fact that you're willing to give head is a small mark in your column, sure, but it doesn't really change anything. Do you think your free video game console was a good bribe? Oh, is that it? You think I'm a cheap whore who can be bought for a whole day of sex by a couple video games?"
She desperately shook her head, and it was so damn cute, seeing her twisting like that, practically tortured by my suggestion. I popped her off my cock so I could hear her speak. "No, Master! I don't think that at all! I just wanted to do something nice for you, if you hadn't fucked me, that would be okay, Master! I know I'm a disgusting perverted pig, if you don't want sex, then-mmmf!" She was cut off as I shoved her mouth down my cock again, letting out a low groan as I penetrated her throat. I just held her down there, choking on my cock, as I thought things over.
Sometimes being a dominant for a complete mess of a submissive like Kate was a pain. I wished Xico was there so she could give me some free advice.
On the one hand, I knew that Kate really liked being degraded. She had a different attitude to being submissive than my intuition would have imagined a woman having, and I often found it much easier if I flipped the genders, but that was definitely what she was into.
On the other hand, I definitely did want to fuck her. Kate was hot as hell, with fat tits, a big ass, and a generally rocking body, and the fact that she was a complete perverted masochistic submissive - who also happened to be nigh-invulnerable as far as I was concerned - meant that I really could just go all out and not worry too much about her. If Kate actually thought of herself as unappealing, then I didn't like that. I did care about her. Even if it might have made it easier to fuck her, I didn't want her to have a low self-esteem and think of her sexuality as an unwanted burden she had to place on me.
"Let me make something clear, Fuckpig," I said, making my voice as sharp and harsh as I could, and her eyes flew open as she looked up at me, her nose still mashed into my pelvis. "Do you know why I fuck you?" She just stared like a deer in the headlights, clearly having no idea what she was supposed to say. "Because I want to. I would never, ever fuck you just because I feel sorry for you. Do you think I'm that kind of guy? Do guys like that even exist?" How do I put this? "I fuck you because I think it's fun to play with you. To use you like a sex toy. Bind you, fuck your face, use your tits, whatever I feel like at the time. Got it?" I pulled her off at that point, making her suck in a deep breath, sucking in air. "I need you to understand. I can fuck any woman. Right now, I'm choosing to fuck you, because I want to. Because I enjoy it. If I didn't, I'd kick you out."
"Y-yes, Master," she said, her voice a little squeaky as she struggled to understand just quite what I was getting at.
I hummed, looking down at her in contemplation. "What I'm saying is - you're sexy and I want to fuck you. Maybe most guys would think you're a gross pervert, I don't know." I had to assume they would, just because if they didn't, no way a girl as hot and rich and prestigious as her would have the kind of complex she obviously had. "I think you're fun to play with, and I want you to enjoy yourself, not feel guilty. Whenever I use your body, it's because I saw it and thought I want to fuck her. Got it? The moment I stop thinking that is the moment I stop fucking you."
"Y-yes, Master," she said, with more confidence than before, a flush having spread across her cheeks and down to her tits. "Okay, Master. I- I think I understand."
"Do you? Say it in your own words," I said - then casually slid my leg in between her thighs. "Say it while humping my leg, too."
She let out a mewl of pitiful submissive arousal, but she dutifully obeyed the command, shifting up and starting to grind her sopping wet cunt against my lower leg. "You... you want to fuck me. You enjoy the fact that- that- you're choosing to fuck me. You're always choosing it. Because you- you think I'm sexy, a-and you're not disgusted by my perversions?"
"That's right." She mewled again, starting to hump my leg more intensely, now, just grinding against it as she panted. "Well, it does annoy me when you piss yourself," I said. "That's not just play-pretend. Please don't do it, or at least try not to do it so much. Anyway. Back to sucking," I declared, pushing her down my dick. I let go of her head, reaching up to get back to eating my pizza.
Apparently my words were really enticing for Kate, because she responded to them by desperately slurping on my cock, bobbing up and down, humming and twisting her head from side to side, her tongue going absolutely wild inside her mouth. If I hadn't already come down that tight throat of hers so many times, I probably would have blown my load right away. She just glupped and gulped and fucked her face up and down my cock, and I ate my meal as she went wild down in between my legs.
She was still humping my leg, as well, brainlessly rubbing her cunt against my calf. Her tits mashed into my knees and thighs irregularly as she brutally facefucked herself on my cock. She came doing that, moaning around my dick with pathetic, self-pitying bliss, her pussy grinding all the more frantically as she momentarily just held herself down in my pelvis, brain clearly having shut off from pleasure.
When her orgasm finished, she got even more intense in the facefuck, as if trying to make up for lost time, glancing up at me for approval. I casually patted her head and got back to eating, and she let out a strangled glorp sound around my dick as she moaned in between bobs.
Despite her enthusiasm, I still managed to finish my pizza before leaning back to look down at her, the desperation visible in her face, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment, drool slobbering down onto her tits as she just worked herself up and down. There was an increasing franticness in her movements, and I casually gripped her head, starting to set my own rough pace on her face, groaning in pleasure, getting closer and closer to finishing off with her throat. She happily let me - moaning, slurping, licking, as much as she could with my dick plunging into her throat over and over.
When I finally finished, I decided to blow my load all over her face, tugging her off as I started to spurt. Given I'd just been depositing copious amounts of spunk in her pussy and mouth for the whole day, it wound up just being a couple squirts - one splashing against her nose, the other forcing closed her left eye. She panted as she rested on her knees, looking up at me through her one good eye, her nipples perky.
At that point, there was a knock at the front door - a loud one, banging. "Roger," came Himari's voice, just a little off-kilter. "Roger, you in there?" She sounded drunk. "Rogerrrr," she whined, plopping her head against the door, while Kate looked up at me for guidance.
I contemplated the situation for a second, slowing down time to give me the space to think. There were like ten different ideas and needs warring with one another inside my head. I finally settled on something, grabbing Kate under the shoulders and guiding her to her feet as she stood there, dazed and confused. "You're going in my closet," I hissed to her. "You're going to stay there until I say it's alright to come out, understand?" She nodded rapidly. "Be quiet, too." She used her flight to help me quickly zoom her over to my closet, depositing her inside and closing the door. "You can jill off to whatever happens," I said.
I grabbed my laptop, straightened out my clothes, and finally answered the door, making Himari just tumble inside since she'd apparently been waiting there on it. She actually just sprawled out on the floor. "Roger? You're here?" She asked, bleary-eyed. "Why'd you-" she sniffed, "why'd you take so long to answer the door?"
"I wasn't decent," I told her. "What are you here for?"
"I- I wanted to say something, to you," she said, getting up on her feet. Her face was flush - alcohol flush reaction. Her eyes drilled into mine, her mouth half open. "I wanted to say-" she poked me. "I want you to cuddle with me while I sleep! 'sh not fair, I was here first, and you kicked me out for that Nora bish," she said.
"I'm a slut," I coolly reminded her.
"So what! First come, first cuddle, right?! It's totally - totally rude, to kick me out to cuddle with another girl, when I was over first. I talked at the bar, and everybody agreed with me. E'erybody."
"Alright. You're probably right, but Nora fell asleep."
"You like her more than me," she blubbered, instantly collapsing to her knees.
I sighed. I did not expect her to be this kind of drunk, to be honest. Or, really, any kind of drunk - my mental model of her did not include the possibility of her making a scene like this. I closed the door. "It's not about who I like best."
"Thash what guys say when they don' like you, I'm not stupid," she said.
I let time stretch out as I contemplated how to respond, my breathing slow and steady as I looked at her. Should I say of course I like her better - I barely know you? Should I say that she's needy? Ultimately, there's one extremely powerful weapon I have in dealing with women in this world, and that's sex. I wonder how many women back in my world use sex like this, as a way to smooth over relationship drama? "Come on," I said, dragging her back to the bedroom, practically hurling her onto her back on the bed. "Wipe off those tears, I don't want to fuck a crying girl."
She sniffled, but dutifully rubbed at her face, clearing away tears. I went back to my living room, grabbing my computer, and quickly found some nice, romantic music to play at maximum volume.
I did it purely to hide any sounds that Kate might have made, but Himari understandably interpreted it differently. "You didn't do that for Nora," she said, a smug smile creasing across her face. "Just for me?"
"Well, you seem down, and I only really know one way to improve a girl's mood, so-" I grabbed the hem of her pants, tugging them and her panties down. One good thing about women in this world is that they were like men in mine: they required functionally no time to get going. I really didn't think that Himari came over for a booty call. She genuinely just seemed to have come over purely to start (or enact, perhaps) drama. But as I slipped two fingers inside her, I found her plenty wet. "Ready to go. Good," I told her, as I lined my cock up with her pussy, grabbing her thighs in either hand and spreading them. She panted softly, her breasts still contained in her top - a casual t-shirt with a couple stains from her earlier drinking. "Say you want my cock," I ordered.
"I want your cock," she agreed immediately. It wasn't an act of submission or anything - she was just a horny girl who wanted dick, and who knew she had to go along with the request to get it.
As such, I immediately slid inside her, letting out a groan as her tight pussy caressed my cock. She moaned softly at the entrance, at the sensation of being filled, and my cock throbbed and pulsed furiously as I just hilted inside her in a single smooth thrust. "Nn, fuck," I breathed out. "So nice and tight."
"Like that tight Japanese pussy, you white slut?" She breathed. "White girls don't have pussies this tight, right?"
I leaned down over her, pressing my lips up against hers, and shuttering her up that way. She let out a hot, wet noise into my mouth, and I pushed her shirt up as I made out with her. She was, unfortunately, wearing a bra underneath it, so I had to grope her through that, but those big soft tits of hers were plenty nice in my hands anyway. I found my angle and got to fucking her like that.
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Kate could hear the romantic music that Roger had put on. She could also hear the wet, sloppy noises of him making out with Himari. And she could hear the squeaking of the bed beneath them, as he started to rut inside the newest member of Star Heroic.
We spent all day together, and he decided to dump me in the closet to listen to him fuck another woman.
Her clit throbbed at that thought.
She would have been completely fine with it, if Roger had told her to go home. She'd spent the whole day with him, more or less - and after showing up unannounced. She had no right to expect him to spend even more of it with her, whether he'd planned for Himari to come over or not.
He put me in the closet on purpose.
He told me I could masturbate to the show.
She let out the tiniest little whimper, doing her best to constrain and restrain her voice, to avoid letting out the noises she wanted to make and be heard. Roger - her master - had enjoyed a pleasant day with her, and was now finishing up with another girl.
"Right now, I'm choosing to fuck you, because I want to."
"Whenever I use your body, it's because I saw it and thought I want to fuck her. Got it? The moment I stop thinking that is the moment I stop fucking you."
He'd gotten his fill of her, and another woman had showed up, and he'd immediately decided to start fucking the other woman instead. Kate's hand slid down towards her groin, teasing her clit in light, circular motions with just her index finger. She floated in the closet so her feet didn't touch the ground and creak or make other noises, and she shifted her body, adjusting the angle slowly until her eye could peak through the door.
There was Roger, on the bed, atop Himari. His lips mashed into the other woman's, fierce and forceful. Himari responded in kind, kissing back with the same kind of energy, reaching up to grab at the back of his head, holding him in a rapacious kiss. Wet, sloppy noises made it clear their tongues were going at it, and her gaze slid down to the place where he was entering Himari. The other woman's legs blocked much of the view, but she could see his long, wondrous cock, as it slowly but surely worked its way out of Himari's cunt, before diving right back in mere moments later.
He could be fucking me right now. Instead he's fucking her, and making me watch.
Three fingers slid into her cunt at that thought, and she began to pump them in and out. At first, it was a slow movement, but soon enough, she was matching the rhythm that Roger was following, the way he thumped his hips deep inside of Himari, then slowly peeled his way out, then thumped them inside again. Her juices coated her fingers as she watched, biting her lip as she trembled in the air, her arousal spiralling out of control at this completely ridiculous, obscene situation as it played out right in front of her. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes struggling to focus on the scene, to enjoy the sight of Roger's half-naked body as he plunged inside another woman again and again.
She bit her tongue to restrain herself as she saw Himari grab the base of Roger's shirt. Oblivious of the show she was putting on for Kate, Himari slowly peeled up Roger's shirt, breaking off the kiss as he tugged it the rest of the way off. That muscular, toned back, those pecs, those abs. Kate wanted to just drool as she watched him get naked, but if she drooled, her mouth would be left to make all sorts of obscene noises, and she had no trust in her ability to avoid squealing like the pig she was.
He's being nice, she realized, her pussy spasming at the thought. He's being nice to me. He wants me to watch him fuck another woman because he thinks of me as a pathetic little cuckquean whose needy flabby cunt is-nnngod! She barely managed to restrain herself from squealing in ecstasy as an orgasm hit her, hard, seeming to slam into her brain like a railroad spike. As her body convulsed and spasmed in the air, she strained to keep herself from accidentally kicking or otherwise hitting anything. To not make any noise that could be heard. Her body twitched and jerked in place in the closet, her eyes starting to water as she strained to control herself. Saliva dripped out of her mouth, splashing onto her tits, feeling hot and intense as it brushed along her skin.
As she came down, she breathed deeply through her nose, hoping it'd keep her desperate gasping from being too audible. She peered through the crack in the closet door, and realized - she'd come before Himari had. Himari was the one actually being fucked, the one actually receiving Roger's cock, but here Kate was, orgasming before her, her pathetic quickshot pussy spasming wildly in response to a cock that wasn't even in her.
Her hand sped up inside her at that thought, of course, her sick, twisted masochistic side coming into full force now. Roger never minded when she came quickly - he must have gotten used to it with the other Kate - and she was just masturbating on her own at this point anyway, so why not? Why not come over and over again, juice up her hands and thighs?
"Well, it does annoy me when you piss yourself."
She clamped her thighs shut at that thought. She had to control herself. She had to pleasure herself, enough that it felt good, but not so much that she made a mess like that. Roger wouldn't like that. Roger was her dominant, and she was in his closet, and she shouldn't make a mess that he'd have to clean up. But how could she make sure she didn't? It happened sometimes, when she felt really good, so the fact that his cock wasn't actually inside her helped, but-
"Mmm," Himari moaned. "Yes. Nn. I'm gonna... I'm gonna come, Roger, ahn, fuck me, fuck me with that big white cock of yours, you love this tight Japanese pussy, don't yo~ou!" The other woman squealed as she came, her back arching. Roger hilted inside her at that point, his fingers obviously digging into her tits with relish and cruelty.
Her own hand reached up for her tits. She wouldn't piss herself if she came from her tits, right? Could she even do that? Her fingers roughly dug into the flesh, trying to mimic how Roger was molesting Himari's tits, imagining it was his hand on her tit.
God, this world's Kate is so lucky.
The bed squeaked beneath Roger as he upped his pace. She could see that he was using his power, fucking away at Himari with an inhuman pace, yet not causing the woman the slightest pain or issue. On the contrary, her next orgasm happened remarkably quickly, moaning and thrashing on the bed wildly as he just continued to rut inside her. She watched his face in profile, the cool smile on his lips, self-confident and cocky as he fucked the woman beneath him absolutely senseless.
A natural dominator. God. I wish that he was fucking me right now, but it's his body, his choice.
Kate frantically masturbated to the show Roger was putting on - and God, did the show go on and on. Each time she came, she'd clench up, trying to keep herself from just spilling out all over the floor. She'd restrain her squeals as she mauled her tits just like Roger was mauling Himari's, she'd hold back as she tried to match his pace in Himari's cunt. He shifted Himari's body from her back to her stomach, and Kate quietly repositioned her own body in the air, trying to incorporate each new thing he did into her own private little masturbation session.
He could have made her get dressed and sent her out the door when Himari showed up. He didn't. He wanted her to watch this, to see it. She wondered what he got out of it? Was he proving to her that he didn't need her? Was he trying to satisfy her with the show, since he presumably wouldn't be fucking her tonight? Was it just that he wanted her out of the way, without Himari knowing, and this was an easy way to do it?
Pleasure once more bloomed from between her thighs as she came to that thought, every fiber of her being working to clamp down on her thighs so she didn't piss herself in bliss.
Luckily, she didn't. She came a dozen or so times, while Himari came probably a hundred, and Kate did not make a mess, just as she'd been instructed to do.
As Roger finally finished off inside Himari, clambering into bed to take a nap, Kate herself quietly gathered some of his dirty clothes from the hamper to use as her own impromptu little bed. It did smell like him, thick and musky and masculine, and she laid there, pulling one of his old shirts over her bare tits.
She hoped he'd appreciate her hard work trying not to make too much of a mess.
She fell asleep there.
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We sat at the dining room table in my apartment, our pizzas placed in front of us. Kate was naked other than her choker, while I had gotten dressed; she was seated on a towel, however. I didn’t want her to make a mess leaking all over the place.
At first, I had just focused on discussing Station Seven. It was a pretty decent game, and since she’d been watching me play it, we could talk about it. That discussion quickly ended up petering out, though; she hadn't picked up nearly as much of the game as I'd thought she had, and it was obvious she felt embarrassed about that. Not the good kind of embarrassment, either - the kind where she was doubtlessly inwardly cringing as she realized she'd completely zoned out during the game she'd bought me and was unable to participate in any discussion of it.
I decided to change the topic of discussion. Relating to Kate outside the bedroom was hard with this universe's Kate - the one from Origin, I'd spent even less time doing date-y things, and I knew of one main way to compensate for that, which Kate never complained about.
"Kate, I want a blowjob," I said, and she jerked in place, eyes widening, her cheeks softly glowing pink at the demand. "When you finish your meal, get down under the table and suck my cock."
She began to wolf down the pizza, and I realized that I'd used her real name rather than her nickname. Was that part of why she'd flushed? Well, I guess it didn't really matter. She was eating like she'd served in the military, and I was purposefully taking my time.
When she finished her food, she spoke up. "Master, can I get under the table and suck your cock?"
My cock frantically throbbed in my pants. I had already given her permission, but she was still asking - honestly, probably because she liked the part where she asked, in whatever messed up kinky way she thought about that stuff. Either way... "You may. Try to get me off with your mouth before I finish my meal."
"Yes, Master!" She hurriedly crawled under the table, and was soon kneeling in front of me. I could hear her heavy breathing as her hands came up, trembling as she unzipped my pants, unbuttoned them, and then tugged them and my underwear both down, my hard cock popping free. She let out this hot little noise, a sound of pure, incandescent lust - and then she wrapped her lips around my cock. I groaned as she simply slurped my whole cock into her throat, a hot wet noise as my cock neatly slipped past her gag reflex without any sign of struggle.
"Good girl," I groaned. "Good Fuckpig." I reached down to pat her head softly, and she let out a cute little mewl around my dick, flashing her grey eyes up at me for a moment as she held my cock deep inside her throat for a long few seconds.
Then she peeled back, a wet pop as her lips came off my cock. "Please, eat, Master, you need your strength," she said, then turned scarlet as she realized what she'd just said - and decided to handle the embarrassment by immediately choking herself on my cock all over again, slurping my dick straight down to the base in a single smooth movement.
I sighed, shifting in my seat, and leaned forward to get a fresh slice of pizza - though I held it in one hand. The other hand reached down to grab Kate's hair, gathering it into a ponytail, and then used it as a grip to direct her along my cock.
It wasn't a frantic facefuck, but she took my direction regardless, letting me set a slow and steady pace, her lips sliding up and down my cock as I thrust deep into her throat again and again. Her body shivered softly beneath me, and I felt a little noise of pleasure, and leaned back to look down at her. She was playing with herself, and as our eyes met, she briefly wore an expression of panic, at masturbating without permission or whatever else. "Yeah, go ahead and masturbate when you have my dick in your mouth like this. Who knows, I may not have the energy to fuck you again, so these might be your last orgasms. Pathetically jilling off under the table as you look up at your master eating his pizza. You ate like you were starving," I told her, as I pumped her slow-and-steady up and down my cock. "You were that desperate to get my cock in your mouth, huh?"
"Mhm," she hummed out around my cock, her eyelashes fluttering softly as she looked up at me. She continued to bob at my direction, her tongue sliding flatly across the underside of my cock. Her mouth formed a tight seal, her lips utterly and firmly attached to my dick.
"I bet you think that sucking cock makes you more attractive." It did, but- "You're still just a desperate pervert. The fact that you're willing to give head is a small mark in your column, sure, but it doesn't really change anything. Do you think your free video game console was a good bribe? Oh, is that it? You think I'm a cheap whore who can be bought for a whole day of sex by a couple video games?"
She desperately shook her head, and it was so damn cute, seeing her twisting like that, practically tortured by my suggestion. I popped her off my cock so I could hear her speak. "No, Master! I don't think that at all! I just wanted to do something nice for you, if you hadn't fucked me, that would be okay, Master! I know I'm a disgusting perverted pig, if you don't want sex, then-mmmf!" She was cut off as I shoved her mouth down my cock again, letting out a low groan as I penetrated her throat. I just held her down there, choking on my cock, as I thought things over.
Sometimes being a dominant for a complete mess of a submissive like Kate was a pain. I wished Xico was there so she could give me some free advice.
On the one hand, I knew that Kate really liked being degraded. She had a different attitude to being submissive than my intuition would have imagined a woman having, and I often found it much easier if I flipped the genders, but that was definitely what she was into.
On the other hand, I definitely did want to fuck her. Kate was hot as hell, with fat tits, a big ass, and a generally rocking body, and the fact that she was a complete perverted masochistic submissive - who also happened to be nigh-invulnerable as far as I was concerned - meant that I really could just go all out and not worry too much about her. If Kate actually thought of herself as unappealing, then I didn't like that. I did care about her. Even if it might have made it easier to fuck her, I didn't want her to have a low self-esteem and think of her sexuality as an unwanted burden she had to place on me.
"Let me make something clear, Fuckpig," I said, making my voice as sharp and harsh as I could, and her eyes flew open as she looked up at me, her nose still mashed into my pelvis. "Do you know why I fuck you?" She just stared like a deer in the headlights, clearly having no idea what she was supposed to say. "Because I want to. I would never, ever fuck you just because I feel sorry for you. Do you think I'm that kind of guy? Do guys like that even exist?" How do I put this? "I fuck you because I think it's fun to play with you. To use you like a sex toy. Bind you, fuck your face, use your tits, whatever I feel like at the time. Got it?" I pulled her off at that point, making her suck in a deep breath, sucking in air. "I need you to understand. I can fuck any woman. Right now, I'm choosing to fuck you, because I want to. Because I enjoy it. If I didn't, I'd kick you out."
"Y-yes, Master," she said, her voice a little squeaky as she struggled to understand just quite what I was getting at.
I hummed, looking down at her in contemplation. "What I'm saying is - you're sexy and I want to fuck you. Maybe most guys would think you're a gross pervert, I don't know." I had to assume they would, just because if they didn't, no way a girl as hot and rich and prestigious as her would have the kind of complex she obviously had. "I think you're fun to play with, and I want you to enjoy yourself, not feel guilty. Whenever I use your body, it's because I saw it and thought I want to fuck her. Got it? The moment I stop thinking that is the moment I stop fucking you."
"Y-yes, Master," she said, with more confidence than before, a flush having spread across her cheeks and down to her tits. "Okay, Master. I- I think I understand."
"Do you? Say it in your own words," I said - then casually slid my leg in between her thighs. "Say it while humping my leg, too."
She let out a mewl of pitiful submissive arousal, but she dutifully obeyed the command, shifting up and starting to grind her sopping wet cunt against my lower leg. "You... you want to fuck me. You enjoy the fact that- that- you're choosing to fuck me. You're always choosing it. Because you- you think I'm sexy, a-and you're not disgusted by my perversions?"
"That's right." She mewled again, starting to hump my leg more intensely, now, just grinding against it as she panted. "Well, it does annoy me when you piss yourself," I said. "That's not just play-pretend. Please don't do it, or at least try not to do it so much. Anyway. Back to sucking," I declared, pushing her down my dick. I let go of her head, reaching up to get back to eating my pizza.
Apparently my words were really enticing for Kate, because she responded to them by desperately slurping on my cock, bobbing up and down, humming and twisting her head from side to side, her tongue going absolutely wild inside her mouth. If I hadn't already come down that tight throat of hers so many times, I probably would have blown my load right away. She just glupped and gulped and fucked her face up and down my cock, and I ate my meal as she went wild down in between my legs.
She was still humping my leg, as well, brainlessly rubbing her cunt against my calf. Her tits mashed into my knees and thighs irregularly as she brutally facefucked herself on my cock. She came doing that, moaning around my dick with pathetic, self-pitying bliss, her pussy grinding all the more frantically as she momentarily just held herself down in my pelvis, brain clearly having shut off from pleasure.
When her orgasm finished, she got even more intense in the facefuck, as if trying to make up for lost time, glancing up at me for approval. I casually patted her head and got back to eating, and she let out a strangled glorp sound around my dick as she moaned in between bobs.
Despite her enthusiasm, I still managed to finish my pizza before leaning back to look down at her, the desperation visible in her face, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment, drool slobbering down onto her tits as she just worked herself up and down. There was an increasing franticness in her movements, and I casually gripped her head, starting to set my own rough pace on her face, groaning in pleasure, getting closer and closer to finishing off with her throat. She happily let me - moaning, slurping, licking, as much as she could with my dick plunging into her throat over and over.
When I finally finished, I decided to blow my load all over her face, tugging her off as I started to spurt. Given I'd just been depositing copious amounts of spunk in her pussy and mouth for the whole day, it wound up just being a couple squirts - one splashing against her nose, the other forcing closed her left eye. She panted as she rested on her knees, looking up at me through her one good eye, her nipples perky.
At that point, there was a knock at the front door - a loud one, banging. "Roger," came Himari's voice, just a little off-kilter. "Roger, you in there?" She sounded drunk. "Rogerrrr," she whined, plopping her head against the door, while Kate looked up at me for guidance.
I contemplated the situation for a second, slowing down time to give me the space to think. There were like ten different ideas and needs warring with one another inside my head. I finally settled on something, grabbing Kate under the shoulders and guiding her to her feet as she stood there, dazed and confused. "You're going in my closet," I hissed to her. "You're going to stay there until I say it's alright to come out, understand?" She nodded rapidly. "Be quiet, too." She used her flight to help me quickly zoom her over to my closet, depositing her inside and closing the door. "You can jill off to whatever happens," I said.
I grabbed my laptop, straightened out my clothes, and finally answered the door, making Himari just tumble inside since she'd apparently been waiting there on it. She actually just sprawled out on the floor. "Roger? You're here?" She asked, bleary-eyed. "Why'd you-" she sniffed, "why'd you take so long to answer the door?"
"I wasn't decent," I told her. "What are you here for?"
"I- I wanted to say something, to you," she said, getting up on her feet. Her face was flush - alcohol flush reaction. Her eyes drilled into mine, her mouth half open. "I wanted to say-" she poked me. "I want you to cuddle with me while I sleep! 'sh not fair, I was here first, and you kicked me out for that Nora bish," she said.
"I'm a slut," I coolly reminded her.
"So what! First come, first cuddle, right?! It's totally - totally rude, to kick me out to cuddle with another girl, when I was over first. I talked at the bar, and everybody agreed with me. E'erybody."
"Alright. You're probably right, but Nora fell asleep."
"You like her more than me," she blubbered, instantly collapsing to her knees.
I sighed. I did not expect her to be this kind of drunk, to be honest. Or, really, any kind of drunk - my mental model of her did not include the possibility of her making a scene like this. I closed the door. "It's not about who I like best."
"Thash what guys say when they don' like you, I'm not stupid," she said.
I let time stretch out as I contemplated how to respond, my breathing slow and steady as I looked at her. Should I say of course I like her better - I barely know you? Should I say that she's needy? Ultimately, there's one extremely powerful weapon I have in dealing with women in this world, and that's sex. I wonder how many women back in my world use sex like this, as a way to smooth over relationship drama? "Come on," I said, dragging her back to the bedroom, practically hurling her onto her back on the bed. "Wipe off those tears, I don't want to fuck a crying girl."
She sniffled, but dutifully rubbed at her face, clearing away tears. I went back to my living room, grabbing my computer, and quickly found some nice, romantic music to play at maximum volume.
I did it purely to hide any sounds that Kate might have made, but Himari understandably interpreted it differently. "You didn't do that for Nora," she said, a smug smile creasing across her face. "Just for me?"
"Well, you seem down, and I only really know one way to improve a girl's mood, so-" I grabbed the hem of her pants, tugging them and her panties down. One good thing about women in this world is that they were like men in mine: they required functionally no time to get going. I really didn't think that Himari came over for a booty call. She genuinely just seemed to have come over purely to start (or enact, perhaps) drama. But as I slipped two fingers inside her, I found her plenty wet. "Ready to go. Good," I told her, as I lined my cock up with her pussy, grabbing her thighs in either hand and spreading them. She panted softly, her breasts still contained in her top - a casual t-shirt with a couple stains from her earlier drinking. "Say you want my cock," I ordered.
"I want your cock," she agreed immediately. It wasn't an act of submission or anything - she was just a horny girl who wanted dick, and who knew she had to go along with the request to get it.
As such, I immediately slid inside her, letting out a groan as her tight pussy caressed my cock. She moaned softly at the entrance, at the sensation of being filled, and my cock throbbed and pulsed furiously as I just hilted inside her in a single smooth thrust. "Nn, fuck," I breathed out. "So nice and tight."
"Like that tight Japanese pussy, you white slut?" She breathed. "White girls don't have pussies this tight, right?"
I leaned down over her, pressing my lips up against hers, and shuttering her up that way. She let out a hot, wet noise into my mouth, and I pushed her shirt up as I made out with her. She was, unfortunately, wearing a bra underneath it, so I had to grope her through that, but those big soft tits of hers were plenty nice in my hands anyway. I found my angle and got to fucking her like that.
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Kate could hear the romantic music that Roger had put on. She could also hear the wet, sloppy noises of him making out with Himari. And she could hear the squeaking of the bed beneath them, as he started to rut inside the newest member of Star Heroic.
We spent all day together, and he decided to dump me in the closet to listen to him fuck another woman.
Her clit throbbed at that thought.
She would have been completely fine with it, if Roger had told her to go home. She'd spent the whole day with him, more or less - and after showing up unannounced. She had no right to expect him to spend even more of it with her, whether he'd planned for Himari to come over or not.
He put me in the closet on purpose.
He told me I could masturbate to the show.
She let out the tiniest little whimper, doing her best to constrain and restrain her voice, to avoid letting out the noises she wanted to make and be heard. Roger - her master - had enjoyed a pleasant day with her, and was now finishing up with another girl.
"Right now, I'm choosing to fuck you, because I want to."
"Whenever I use your body, it's because I saw it and thought I want to fuck her. Got it? The moment I stop thinking that is the moment I stop fucking you."
He'd gotten his fill of her, and another woman had showed up, and he'd immediately decided to start fucking the other woman instead. Kate's hand slid down towards her groin, teasing her clit in light, circular motions with just her index finger. She floated in the closet so her feet didn't touch the ground and creak or make other noises, and she shifted her body, adjusting the angle slowly until her eye could peak through the door.
There was Roger, on the bed, atop Himari. His lips mashed into the other woman's, fierce and forceful. Himari responded in kind, kissing back with the same kind of energy, reaching up to grab at the back of his head, holding him in a rapacious kiss. Wet, sloppy noises made it clear their tongues were going at it, and her gaze slid down to the place where he was entering Himari. The other woman's legs blocked much of the view, but she could see his long, wondrous cock, as it slowly but surely worked its way out of Himari's cunt, before diving right back in mere moments later.
He could be fucking me right now. Instead he's fucking her, and making me watch.
Three fingers slid into her cunt at that thought, and she began to pump them in and out. At first, it was a slow movement, but soon enough, she was matching the rhythm that Roger was following, the way he thumped his hips deep inside of Himari, then slowly peeled his way out, then thumped them inside again. Her juices coated her fingers as she watched, biting her lip as she trembled in the air, her arousal spiralling out of control at this completely ridiculous, obscene situation as it played out right in front of her. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes struggling to focus on the scene, to enjoy the sight of Roger's half-naked body as he plunged inside another woman again and again.
She bit her tongue to restrain herself as she saw Himari grab the base of Roger's shirt. Oblivious of the show she was putting on for Kate, Himari slowly peeled up Roger's shirt, breaking off the kiss as he tugged it the rest of the way off. That muscular, toned back, those pecs, those abs. Kate wanted to just drool as she watched him get naked, but if she drooled, her mouth would be left to make all sorts of obscene noises, and she had no trust in her ability to avoid squealing like the pig she was.
He's being nice, she realized, her pussy spasming at the thought. He's being nice to me. He wants me to watch him fuck another woman because he thinks of me as a pathetic little cuckquean whose needy flabby cunt is-nnngod! She barely managed to restrain herself from squealing in ecstasy as an orgasm hit her, hard, seeming to slam into her brain like a railroad spike. As her body convulsed and spasmed in the air, she strained to keep herself from accidentally kicking or otherwise hitting anything. To not make any noise that could be heard. Her body twitched and jerked in place in the closet, her eyes starting to water as she strained to control herself. Saliva dripped out of her mouth, splashing onto her tits, feeling hot and intense as it brushed along her skin.
As she came down, she breathed deeply through her nose, hoping it'd keep her desperate gasping from being too audible. She peered through the crack in the closet door, and realized - she'd come before Himari had. Himari was the one actually being fucked, the one actually receiving Roger's cock, but here Kate was, orgasming before her, her pathetic quickshot pussy spasming wildly in response to a cock that wasn't even in her.
Her hand sped up inside her at that thought, of course, her sick, twisted masochistic side coming into full force now. Roger never minded when she came quickly - he must have gotten used to it with the other Kate - and she was just masturbating on her own at this point anyway, so why not? Why not come over and over again, juice up her hands and thighs?
"Well, it does annoy me when you piss yourself."
She clamped her thighs shut at that thought. She had to control herself. She had to pleasure herself, enough that it felt good, but not so much that she made a mess like that. Roger wouldn't like that. Roger was her dominant, and she was in his closet, and she shouldn't make a mess that he'd have to clean up. But how could she make sure she didn't? It happened sometimes, when she felt really good, so the fact that his cock wasn't actually inside her helped, but-
"Mmm," Himari moaned. "Yes. Nn. I'm gonna... I'm gonna come, Roger, ahn, fuck me, fuck me with that big white cock of yours, you love this tight Japanese pussy, don't yo~ou!" The other woman squealed as she came, her back arching. Roger hilted inside her at that point, his fingers obviously digging into her tits with relish and cruelty.
Her own hand reached up for her tits. She wouldn't piss herself if she came from her tits, right? Could she even do that? Her fingers roughly dug into the flesh, trying to mimic how Roger was molesting Himari's tits, imagining it was his hand on her tit.
God, this world's Kate is so lucky.
The bed squeaked beneath Roger as he upped his pace. She could see that he was using his power, fucking away at Himari with an inhuman pace, yet not causing the woman the slightest pain or issue. On the contrary, her next orgasm happened remarkably quickly, moaning and thrashing on the bed wildly as he just continued to rut inside her. She watched his face in profile, the cool smile on his lips, self-confident and cocky as he fucked the woman beneath him absolutely senseless.
A natural dominator. God. I wish that he was fucking me right now, but it's his body, his choice.
Kate frantically masturbated to the show Roger was putting on - and God, did the show go on and on. Each time she came, she'd clench up, trying to keep herself from just spilling out all over the floor. She'd restrain her squeals as she mauled her tits just like Roger was mauling Himari's, she'd hold back as she tried to match his pace in Himari's cunt. He shifted Himari's body from her back to her stomach, and Kate quietly repositioned her own body in the air, trying to incorporate each new thing he did into her own private little masturbation session.
He could have made her get dressed and sent her out the door when Himari showed up. He didn't. He wanted her to watch this, to see it. She wondered what he got out of it? Was he proving to her that he didn't need her? Was he trying to satisfy her with the show, since he presumably wouldn't be fucking her tonight? Was it just that he wanted her out of the way, without Himari knowing, and this was an easy way to do it?
Pleasure once more bloomed from between her thighs as she came to that thought, every fiber of her being working to clamp down on her thighs so she didn't piss herself in bliss.
Luckily, she didn't. She came a dozen or so times, while Himari came probably a hundred, and Kate did not make a mess, just as she'd been instructed to do.
As Roger finally finished off inside Himari, clambering into bed to take a nap, Kate herself quietly gathered some of his dirty clothes from the hamper to use as her own impromptu little bed. It did smell like him, thick and musky and masculine, and she laid there, pulling one of his old shirts over her bare tits.
She hoped he'd appreciate her hard work trying not to make too much of a mess.
She fell asleep there.
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