Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 50: Pet Harem
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After having probably the single most intense sexual experience of my life, igossing with Xico as I fucked Tsuru and Fifi and Xico, getting that general feel-good buzz that Xico experienced every time I had mutually pleasurable sex with other women, I naturally had some of the nicest dreams of my life. Given the conditions I'd gone to sleep in, it probably shouldn't be a surprise that I woke up in a cuddle pile with Xico and Fifi on either side of me, and Kate curled up atop me, some weird mix of "at my feet" and "in my pelvis." Her cheek pressed against my half-erect cock, and she was just sort of nuzzling it.

"Oh, hey," Tsuru said, from the bathroom door, her hair wet. Had I slept through her running my shower? "Yep. Gonna head on out. Have a nice night, mm, what's the word for a guy like you?" Slut? "No, the, y'know," she made a weird circular motion in the air, as if to suggest 'flipping the genders.' "Yeah. If you were a lady." I honestly was too tired to put anything together. "Well, have a nice night either way, I'm gonna head on out," she said, with a jerk of her thumb in the direction of the door. "Yes, Sow," she added, with a wink at Kate, making the woman in question flush scarlet. "Oh, right, when you see Mira again, apologize for the dumb stuff about me and her tits, alright?"

I felt an inward cringe again, and she just laughed at that. "It's not as big a deal as you're thinking, but, yeah. You can keep doing the other thing." She very, very thankfully, did not mention the mind control element of the kinky roleplay, since I would probably have just about shriveled up and died from that. She laughed at that thought too. "Those are some cute responses. Lucky Xico's asleep. Anyway, ta," she said, waving at me and heading on out, leaving me in a cuddle pile with Fifi, Xico, and Kate.

Kate wound up sucking my cock while Fifi and Xico slept, until the pair both woke up from the wet noises of her facefucking herself on my cock. Once they had been roused, well, I wound up going through the three of them in turn, enjoying and relishing the entire experience.

It also, frankly, felt safe. Xico and Kate were incredibly powerful, and I had a direct brain-to-brain access to Xico fairly regularly, more than enough to know she was so deep in puppy love she'd never hurt me. Kate, on the other hand, did almost anything I said for the sake of getting my cock again. It helped keep me calm, and meant that I slept like a baby that night.

* * *

Nora did not want to appear overly 'pushy,' as Roger had been kidnapped and possibly sexually assaulted by May Colvin AKA Erlqueen AKA Fals Serjane, the queen of Arcadia. She did not fully understand the specific details of what had happened, because she had not asked, because she did not want to pressure Roger into revealing things he was not prepared to reveal. Instead, she wanted him to feel comfortable and happy with her.

She was fairly certain he had been unusually sexually active since his return, which made her feel sad, since he was not particularly sexually active with her since his return. However, it was possible, on consideration, that the reason for that was that she had not offered him that sex. He did appear to have low standards, and to fit the colloquial definition of a 'slut,' though he was much more risk-averse in nonsexual activities, which was much superior to the typical slut (who was sexually promiscuous because he was risk-seeking in a wide variety of activities).

As such, she decided that texting Roger in the morning would serve as a way to offer him her company. If he stated he was not interested in her company, she would accept it without pushing. If he wanted only one of her bodies, rather than many, that was also fine, though she liked that he liked gangbangs and group sex. It was one of his most attractive qualities, along with his giving sexual nature and the various sexual benefits of superspeed. She took some time carefully composing a text to him, paused, deleted it, took a sexualized picture of herself in her underwear, sitting on the bed. She had noticed that Roger approved more of 'broad body' shots than 'isolated body part' shots, such as of her breasts, abs, or sex. This made sense, as she also would rather see Roger's whole body than just his penis or stomach or pectorals.

She considered adding that she missed him, as she did miss him, and mentioning your honest feelings tended to make men more willing to reciprocate them. However, that felt as if it would be unduly forcing, so she decided not to, and simply hit 'Send.'

He responded very quickly, although she reminded herself that he had superspeed so she should adjust such expectations. Nevertheless, she read it with great interest:

She considered what costumes to bring over. She had worn the 'maid' and 'housewife' costumes she had purchased, and they had worked very well at satisfying Roger's carnal desires. However, he had been unusually rough and dominant during their previous sexual session, so perhaps he was engaged in mascdom activities in order to attempt to feel 'powerful' after feeling 'weak' following his kidnapping and sexual assault. If that was the case, then she should select her most submissive costume, which would either be the 'slave' or 'catgirl' costume. She decided to bring both to his apartment, and allow him to pick.

* * *

Nora arrived at my apartment with a backpack, her blue eyes staring at me sharply. "Hello, Roger. I have brought two sexual costumes for me to wear, if that is what you want."

"Oh? Uh, come on in," I said, with a gesture. "What are they?" I was surprised that she had just lead with that, but I wasn't complaining.

"I brought over the 'slave' and 'catgirl' costumes," she explained, and I was pretty much instantly hard to those words. She had this very placid way of speaking which just seemed to make every implicit offer all the more powerful. As if she was totally fine dressing up like a catgirl and didn't even think twice about it.

"Oh!" I heard Xico squeak from over on the couch. "I, um, b-brought over a... d-doggirl costume?" She stammered out those words, turning scarlet as she made the suggestion, and my erection grew even more intense in my pants, threatening to burst free and just ram its way into any available hole. "You like that idea?" She asked, sounding rather less nervous now.

"Yeah," I panted out, locking the door. It was a strange thought for a moment - why was the idea of Xico as a doggirl and Nora as a catgirl so appealing? After a second, I realized it was because a pet's love was unconditional and submissive. You didn't have to worry about your pets betraying you, after all. Just doing something dumb. (And Nora and Xico were too smart to do something dumb like that.) "Why don't you two get changed into that?" I suggested.

"Very well. I will go along with this," Nora said, briskly heading over to my bathroom to get changed. Since my apartment only had the one bathroom, that meant that Xico had to wait, meeting my gaze nervously, her lips wriggling on her face.

"U-um..." she started. "If you want, Kate could also...? She is a piggy, after all."

My gaze went to Kate, who was blushing at the question that Xico had asked, presumably on her behalf. I, on the other hand, was pretty much already lost in a sexual fantasy of having Fork, Perihelion, and Project all dressed up like my cute little pants. "Yeah. I'll have Nora pick something up for her," I suggested, and Xico quickly nodded. My gaze went to Fifi, then. She wore a rather cute expression, something sort of like an unsure pout. "Um. If you're okay with a little pet play, then we can do something you want later?" I suggested. "Nora's got over a dozen bodies, so she can gangbang me for your viewing enjoyment whenever you want."

Fifi seemed very seriously interested - and Nora came in at that moment. "To whom are you offering a visual of me gangbanging you?" She asked.

I turned to see her, and she had on just about the cutest outfit imaginable. Blonde cat ears that seemed to blend in perfectly with her own short hair, a little collar with a bell on it, and a bikini, complete with a long, fluffy blonde tail. The bikini wasn't quite as sexualized as you might expect - it covered as much as a sports bra and quite a bit of the groin area, too - but it was still damn sexy, my cock instantly straining against its confinement as I saw what she was wearing. "Stitch," I told Nora. "She likes to watch me have sex with other women. Just as a voyeur thing. Like a porno. Not like how Kate likes it."

"I see," Nora replied. Her gaze went to Stitch. "Very well. I cannot promise I will enjoy having sex in front of another woman like this, however, since you have an exhibitionist streak, and this is a safe and reasonable way to satisfy it, then I will attempt it for your sake."

Xico was already floating off to the bathroom to change herself, and I just looked Fifi in the eyes, the girl in question flushing as she clearly very strongly considered my offer. "You're fine with... me on your cock, and... um, mouth, pecs, hands, feet," she listed out, not quite finishing the thought but also definitely asking.

"Yeah. I've done that with Nora before, even."

Fifi's tongue flashed out over her lips. "Fine, I'll wear a dumb collar," she said. "You have to pamper me as a pet though. I was literally property when I was young, remember."

"Oh. Uh. Is it too far?"

"Just... don't order me around. Being a slave in an alternate 21st century isn't... as bad as you're assuming, but it sucks."

"Alright," I said. I turned to Nora. "Can you have one of your other bodies bring over a collar?"

"Yes," she told me.

"And get some pig ears, and a buttplug pig tail, for Kate," I added, and she nodded again.

* * *

Stitch could not believe how absolutely ridiculous this whole situation was. This was like some genderflipped version of a teen girl's fantasy - a half-dozen hot guys, all dressed up like cute little pets, pawing at their 'Master.' She was only wearing a collar and her sports bra and panties, not really anything too sexy, but Roger was pampering her just like she'd asked, scratching at her ears at just the right point. She panted softly in response to his touch, though she was also panting because of the show going down in between his legs.

There was Kate. Perihelion. Sow, as Roger seemed to call her whenever he was speaking directly to her. She was literally an old-style comic book superhero, the kind who flew around, threw cars, and smashed through walls, and she was dressed up like a piggy, complete with a nosehook pulling her nose back. It was completely obscene, and obscenely hot, watching as she bobbed on Roger's cock. He didn't even pay attention to her, which wasn't hot on its own, but it was definitely nice to see such a conventionally attractive woman - muscular, big tits, beauty marks, long dark hair - fail to get his attention while Stitch was the one to actively receive it. It was the kind of vibe you got from some cuck porn videos, the ones where she inserted herself as the vixen, except intensified by the fact that (as far as she could tell, anyway) it was sincere. Roger really did like paying attention to her more than he liked paying attention to Kate.

Nora was dressed up in a goofy cat outfit, and was mushed up against him, her sports bra pressed into his upper arm. She had a similar build to Stitch's, but she had a good bit more muscle, and a couple cup sizes up on Stitch. She was actually letting out cat noises, purring like a pet begging for attention - and Roger responded by sliding his hand down in between her legs, starting to play with her sex.

Xico was on her knees, right next to Kate, her long and slim tongues stretching out of her mouth as she licked and fondled Roger's balls, looking up at him for approval all the while. She did her best to play the role of an excited puppy, wiggling her butt, and occasionally she'd react to some unspoken thought of Roger with clear delight, her tongue getting more intense, her cheeks turning red, her breathing growing heavy.

It was really hot. Yeah, it definitely wasn't her classic "group sex" fantasy, where the slut got pounded by multiple girls, made to eat them out, to play with their pussies, to let them ride him, but still. Roger was probably giving her a taste for mascdom stuff, with how he dominated other women like this. It wasn't her, she wasn't wanting to be dominated, but there was a nice vibe there, like he was this powerful, hypermasculine sexual god who could effortlessly put women in their place... but with her, he just scratched her ears and smiled at her. She knew if she asked, he'd stick it in right now, toss Kate onto her back, and that was really hot. Like he was an unbelievably good catch.

It was dumb to even think that. He wasn't her catch. He was just a slut, who liked to fuck her, and didn't mind her face or her lack of much up top. She let out a pant as his fingers found exactly the right spot in her ears, her toes curling up as she lost herself in the moment. He seemed to notice the pant, and leaned in to kiss her right on the cheek, this sweet, pampering little thing. It was really nice. She just let her eyes stare down at his cock as a hot chick bobbed on it.

* * *

Kate's cheeks were burning scarlet. She was wearing a completely absurd, humiliating outfit, right in front of three of her coworkers, all to service Roger... and she was absolutely loving it. The humiliation intensified everything she was feeling. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and every little move of her head up and down his cock made her anal plug, the one with the ridiculous, obscene pig tail in it, stimulate her a little bit more. She was starting to worry she was going to come without permission, but she didn't want to stop fucking her mouth on his cock.

Of course, he wasn't paying any attention to her. Most of his attention was on Stitch, as he scratched her ear and kissed her cheek and otherwise treated her like his girlfriend. What wasn't, was on Nora, playing with her pussy, or on Xico, brushing her hair and offering compliments. Kate didn't get any attention at all, as if she was just the lowly, perverted little piggy that she was dressed up as.

And that treatment made her wet. It made her clit hard, poking at the sky, and she wanted to beg Roger to let her play with herself, but she didn't want to let his cock out of her mouth. It was hard to manage her instincts, her thighs clenching and unclenching as she stared up at Roger, the only man she'd ever been with who really knew what sorts of things she liked.

Xico popped off his balls, then. "Your piggy... wants to touch herself," she told Roger, making Kate's cheeks turn brilliant red. Sweet little Xico also referred to her as a pig, because that's what she was, a perverted fuckpig for Roger. She nodded around his cock as he glanced her way, bobbing on his dick a bit faster as the humiliation excited her. Everyone knew her private, embarrassing thoughts, because Xico had spread them to everybody. "Can she?"

"Go ahead, Sow," Roger said. When he said things like that, sometimes - not all the time, but sometimes - there was this truly intense note to his voice, firm and commanding, like she was his employee and he was her boss, like she really had no choice but to obey him. Her hand went down to her cunt right on cue, starting to frantically masturbate as she stared up at him, trying to smile with her eyes, to tell him that she appreciated him giving her that opportunity.

He didn't pay much attention to that, just returning to doting on Stitch. Stitch herself clearly cared more about Kate's condition and what she was doing than Roger did, which just made her more aroused. She felt herself growing close as she frantically frigged her pussy, fingers sliding in and out, palm slapping against her clit, and she slammed her face down against Roger's pelvis. She mashed her nose right into his pubes, practically choking herself on his cock, swallowing around it, licking, doing everything she could to intensify his pleasure. Xico had to pull back, but she didn't care - instead, she came, letting out a strangled noise around Roger's cock as an orgasm hit her like a freight train, her eyes crossing and rolling up in ecstasy, saliva dribbling out over her lower lip.

She really hoped that Roger never got tired of her. She didn't know if she'd ever find a guy as good as him.

* * *

Nora found that Roger's hand was, once again, superhumanly skilled. As his thumb and index finger brushed back and forth against her clitoris, she felt her pleasure continuously rising, growing ever-closer to a fever pitch of ecstasy. She did not really care about the presence of other women, as Roger was currently in need of physical affection and reassurance that he had people who cared about him, due to his recent experience of kidnapping. Instead, she let out catlike meows and purrs as he played with her body, and kissed at his shoulder and neck.

He smiled, which was good, as that meant he was happy with the way she was touching him. Her hands began to wander his body, at first tentatively, then more thoroughly as he clearly didn't mind. She pressed her breasts intentionally into his bicep, and saw that he appeared to like that as well, the pleasure on her clit intensifying and soon sending her to an orgasm. The pleasure temporarily stole that body's ability to do anything but grind herself against Roger's hand.

Several of her other bodies were attempting to mimic what Roger was doing to her, but despite following his every movement as well as they could, they were incapable of managing to do so. If they followed the same pace of his brushing back and forth, it began to feel a bit painful, but if they slowed, the pleasure wasn't as intense. This was because Roger was an exceptionally skilled lover, who she liked very much, and wanted to continue having sex with regularly for as long as she lived. In order to do this, she would gladly wear these silly costumes that he liked.

She meowed as if to tell Roger as much. He simply turned his attention her way, gave her a quick peck on the lips, and then went back to petting Stitch.

While she did not like that he was paying more attention to Stitch than her, she did not mind it as much as she normally would have, as firstly, Roger was clearly in a difficult emotional position, and secondly, Stitch was a former slave, and therefore dressing her up as a pet was probably inappropriate. Certainly, treating her in the same way as Kate would definitely have been inappropriate. As such, he had to compensate by scratching her ear, kissing her, and occasionally whispering things to her. That was okay.

* * *

Xico enjoyed the pleasant, happy buzz from Kate, Stitch (Fifi? Roger mentally referred to her that way...) and Nora. Plus Roger himself, of course. He was definitely enjoying himself too. Her tongues kept working his balls in exactly the way that he liked, as Nora snuggled up to him and enjoyed his touch, as Kate relished her humiliation, as Stitch just liked being paid attention to, and as Roger felt a sense of security, power, pleasure, and happiness from having four attractive women having sex with him at the same time.

The biggest thing there, though, was the sense of security that Roger felt. She could tell that he felt unmoored and insecure, after what Fals did, but as he established that the people in his life would do what he said - at least, some of the time - he had become more and more secure. Her love for him wasn't conditional; neither was Nora's. What Kate felt for him - it was really sexual and submissive for love? - wasn't conditional either. Stitch's growing affection wasn't reliant on him pretending to be somebody he wasn't, just in being himself. Knowing that he was slowly being reminded of that was very pleasant to her, since she could practically feel as his psychology stabilized again, with the support of everyone present.

That was what people did for one another, and it was so nice, seeing it, feeling it. She licked all the more intensely, hoping that her own feelings got through to him.

* * *

I finally lost control. I had been just relishing the position, enjoying making it last, but I couldn't keep going. I needed actual release. Kate had come four times on my cock by the time I finally lost control, no longer intermittently warping my perception of time to keep myself from coming too quickly. Instead, I stopped scratching Fifi's ear, stopped playing with Nora's pussy at superspeed, and instead just bunched up Kate's dark hair into a pair of impromptu ponytails and fucked her face.

She looked truly obscene. Her piggy ears started to go askew, but the nosehook remained in place, and the expression on her face was rapturous. If anything, her action in her pussy got more rapid as I just took my pleasure from her mouth and face, and it was her who came first from that, despite how long I'd been holding out. Of course, pretty much the moment she started moaning in pleasure around my cock, I jammed my dick all the way to the base down her throat and let go, spraying it all over the inside of her esophagus, giving her a nice, filling load of cum.

When I was spent, I peeled her off, letting out a sigh. My cock was still hard. I had four beautiful women right here, cuddling up to me, all desperate for my affection. It was nice. Really nice.

When one is in a sufficiently good mood, one begins to naturally feel magnanimous, generous. In a classic 1972 study, they found that all it takes to turn people from having a 4% chance to an 89% chance of helping somebody who dropped their papers, was finding a single dime in a phone booth. When you've just gotten a blowjob from a couple of sexy girls, plus been cuddled with by another couple of sexy girls, you could pretty much do anything for anybody, but even more for the girls who have been blowing and cuddling with you.

In retrospect, only the fact that the four girls were superheroes kept them from taking ruthless advantage of me, in that moment, when I said the stupidest thing: "What do you girls want to do now?"

Instead, I only wound up igossing with Xico for half an hour, my brain practically melting and crashing against her own, her intense puppy love intensifying the feeling of her tight young pussy around my cock, her tongues slithering along whatever she thought would most entice me. I only wound up letting Nora bring over another three bodies, eating out one as the other three rode my cock and my hands, thanking me very much and occasionally offering to stop if this was too much for me. (It was not.) I only wound up pounding my little piggy Kate (still wearing that obscene outfit) into the bed until my cum was oozing out of her pussy and she was oinking happily to anybody who watched.

Fifi pretty much just wanted regular sex, with some kissing, which was weird (given her mouth) but definitely quite nice. She definitely enjoyed fondling me, groping my pecs. I wondered if she had more 'normal' tastes, like Esther, or if it was just the fact that we were relatively new to one another? In any case, I liked it. It was fun.

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