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Superheroine-Seducing Accountant, Chapter 66: Kept Man
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There's definitely a difference between being fucked by a superheroine, and being fucked by her alternate universe supervillain self.
I mean, in terms of technique, my Mira and nega-Mira were extremely similar. Probably Mira had more experience, but it's like the 80-20 rule: 80% of the progress comes from 20% of the work. Once you've sucked off a hundred guys, does a thousand make you any better? I wouldn't know, but given that nega-Mira wasn't much worse as a fellatrix, I'd have to say, probably not.
All in all, I thought about the situation seriously. Technically I was supposed to go home and tell Mira whatever I'd found out. On the other hand... there definitely didn't seem to be any pressing reason. Was there one? Nothing was coming to mind, for sure. I toyed with the comm panel in front of me, this hard light projection that I could summon and unsummon at will. It was certainly interesting. It seemed like the sort of stuff out of science fiction. This whole world seemed like the sort of thing out of science fiction, even putting aside the "one world government called the Federation" thing. Cars that could float. The sidearms that her security guards had looked weird. The computer screen that appeared from the air.
Kinda weird she made the super god monitoring AI speak with her voice, though. Yeah, she had a pretty voice - she could have been a movie star, if her IQ was like sixty points lower (because then it would be 150 instead of 210, to be clear) - but still. It came off as vaguely self-aggrandizing. Egotistical. Crazy.
There was part of me that found that to be hot, though. If she had just been entirely a dull politician, then getting sucked off by her would still be great. But when the flavor was me 'being on top' (I mean, really, being selfish - she was hardly submissive), I was discovering that I liked a supervillainess. If Fals had been a sub... well, if I ever jacked off, one of the things I jacked off to would definitely have been to raping her face. But I had three beautiful women living with me, two across the hall, all of them basically on demand. I would have to be completely deranged to jack off.
Though, technically, right now I only had one beautiful woman available to me, who was busy... so there was that major downside of being the kept man of the beautiful supervillainess Director Mira Stone. It would definitely be hot if I could get a threesome with both Miras, but somehow I doubted that was ever going to happen.
I was playing a video game as I thought about all this - it was very distracting.
Back in my original world, I remembered being baffled by people who were crying out in pain because they hadn't been able to get laid for a whole three months. (Or six months. Or year.) But now that I'd been drowning in pussy, I was becoming critically aware of just how insanely addictive sex actually was. And I was the addict. That was obvious, now that I'd spent three hours without the possibility of turning to a beautiful woman and getting my dick sucked and I was jonesing for a fix.
I considered trying to bother Mira, but then remembered that she was the queen of the world, and currently at war, and thus had better things to do than suck my dick. Then I thought about the local Kate. She would definitely be down to suck my cock, but... I was currently sitting in the private quarters of the most powerful woman in the world. Even if she was a distinguished soldier or whatever, she probably wasn't clear to come fuck me.
I decided to take a nap.
* * *
Mira stared at the sleeping form of this handsome man. Her tongue flashed across her upper lip as she contemplated him. He looked good. Positively delicious. Her mind thought only of what she wanted to do to him. Of course, as a lover, he had been fairly passive - but she was a giving woman anyway, so she hardly minded. Perhaps he was simply taking his cue from her alternate self. She contemplated him, as she quietly stripped herself out of her armor. She stopped at her body suit that underlay her armor. After all, imagine waking up with a naked woman right next to you - even if she was beautiful and brilliant and you'd had sex with her, it would be presumptuous.
They were hardly lovers. He clearly already had... quite a few, back in his own world. She did feel rather voyeuristic, having violated his privacy for what ultimately turned out largely pointless for practical purposes. But she hadn't listened in - read computer transcripts, really - out of sexual interest. She had wanted to make sure that Katherine hadn't been mind controlled, that things were as they seemed... she sighed.
He roused at that, blinking as he looked up at hers. She cocked a smile at him. "Morning, handsome," she said.
"Ah, good morning to you, too," Roger said, adjusting on the bed. She noticed, then, that he'd taken off his pants, leaving them in a small pile on the side of the bed - mostly because she got that hint of thigh. Despite having seen him entirely naked, squirming in arousal, there was still something erotic about a man who was just hinting at his own nudity that way. The shirtless, underwear only look suited most any man - and it seemed to suit Roger in particular. "Did I sleep long?"
"Oh. I've been working the past five hours. I'm afraid that the war's still going on. But, if you'd let me take a break, I'd be happy to suck you off."
He didn't hesitate. "You didn't even have to wake me up for that," he said, with this intensely erotic sincerity to his voice. She did miss the days back when she had a partner who she could wake that way. There was just something about seeing a man who was barely aware of anything at all, who had been in some wild, alternate universe born entirely of his own imagination, and knowing that slowly but surely whoever he was fantasizing about, whatever magic he was imagining, slowly actualized as you. "Ah, but-" he said, as she took a step forward, and she paused. "Can I, ah, sit on the edge of the bed? I find that position sexier."
She let out a small chuckle at that, and didn't let the melancholy that question brought with it to unsettle her. Of course, even a stranger from another world would feel intimidated in these conditions. He hardly had to ask. Or at least, not in the sense he did, where he actually thought she might say no. "Sure," she agreed easily, happily slinking down to her knees in front of him as he sat there. His erection was visible through the fabric of his very tight, very sexy underwear. She was practically salivating, just seeing it like that.
In fact... she wanted to savor this moment. She leaned into him, just rubbing her cheek against his groin, feeling his girth and sucking in a long, intensely pleasant breath through her nostrils. Oh, he certainly seemed to like that, too, gauging by the way his cock twitched and throbbed against her face. She gave it a teasing peck, and he liked that too. She rubbed her nose right into his underwear, smiling up at him with her eyes, taking deep breaths - he liked that, too. She spotted the tiny dot where some precum had come out, and as she licked it, he liked that too.
It almost made her feel as if it was too easy. Was he just hyperresponsive in general? Was all her work just like a child who would be praised no matter what she did? She drank in deeply through her nose, enjoying the way his cock twitched, then pulled back. "Ah... I needed that," she teased. He blinked at her, his expression one of very definite confusion and annoyance, as if he was bewildered by the fact that she wasn't continuing on to the part where she sucked his cock - which was good, as it ought to be baffling. "Did you want more?"
"Uh. Yeah," he said. "I wanted you to actually suck my cock." There. Yes. She could actually annoy him. Not everything a woman did on her knees satisfied him. She smiled at that. "Oh, you were just teasing," he said, letting out a laugh.
"Sorry," she said, giving his cock a peck through his underwear. It twitched again. "I was noticing that no matter what I did, it was getting a strong response from you - I thought maybe you were just doing it on purpose."
"No, having a beautiful woman nuzzling and sniffing and kissing my cock gets me extremely aroused, especially when she's queen of the world."
Mira let out a small laugh at that. "I'm not queen. That would imply heredity," she said, with a quick wink - then took hold of his underwear's band and started pulling it down. His cock bounced free into the open air, full and hard. She could almost imagine there was still the hint of her own saliva on it, from when she'd sucked him off earlier - that was a sort of delightful thing, like she had marked him in her colors. She sighed, opened her mouth wide, and simply engulfed him to the base again.
He groaned in immediate response, as her tongue flicked and licked along the underside of his length, as she stared up at him giving her best bedroom eyes. His thighs wobbled on either side of her head, as if threatening to snap around her face - which was certainly a sexy thought. With her head positioned where it was, it wasn't too difficult to slip her shoulders in under his knees, wiggling his cock in her throat in the process. His fingers dug into the back of her head, and he just groaned in response to her movements. She smiled with her eyes up at him, definitely enjoying it - it had an even greater note of lewdness, owing to the fact that he was still wearing his shirt, that half-dressed status making the whole thing all the more erotic.
She wondered if the fact that she was still dressed in her bodysuit made it more erotic to him, too? Something to ask about later, perhaps. She just swiveled her head around and around on his cock, as she held herself down there. She had quite the lungs, owing to her practicing her fellatio skills, so she could really take her time down here if she so desired. And given the absolutely absurd responses that Roger was giving - grabbing and holding the back of her head, grinding her into his pelvis, slapping his balls against her chin - she was certainly enjoying herself right down here, grinning up at him.
Then she thought he was about to come - and then his whole body shifted its speed again, his movements being insanely rapid as he breathed and twitched, until at last he had calmed himself down enough. It was a bit annoying, so after the second time he did it, she slid up off his cock, his hands leaving the back of her head as if her hair were on fire. That was cute. Like he was terrified he was going too far. Even in this era of peace, there were still plenty of girls on the internet talking about wanting some big strong muscle man to crush their head between his thighs.
She popped off with an exaggerated noise, and his cock twitched appropriately at the quiet show. "Don't hold back on coming," she told him. "I want to feel it. Taste it. Plus, I don't have forever. So the sooner you come, the sooner we can get to work on round two," she added, licking her lips, making it very clear to him that there would be a round two. She had been up for about thirty-three hours, now, and she wanted to relish this small break.
"Right. Got it," he said, smiling as he accepted her request, and then gingerly tapped the back of her head. The movement was stunningly meek, but more from politeness than fear.
She was pretty dizzy with arousal herself, so she slid back down his cock, her throat bulging from his girth. She slid her fingers along her own throat, as if she could feel his cock all the better through the way it distorted her neck. He liked that show, apparently, gauging by the aroused throb she felt, the way his whole body tensed up in anticipation. She swallowed wetly around his length, slapping her tongue against the underside of his length. She felt it jerk and twitch in her throat as she really worked it over, leering up at him the whole time, making a show of it: one hand caressed her neck, the other slid across his thighs dotingly, or slipped up along his stomach, feeling those abs rather than seeing them.
It didn't take long for him to come, groaning as he did so, his hips bucking against her face, balls slapping at her chin. She felt the way that his whole cock throbbed and convulsed in her throat, and when his hands came desperately up to the back of her head, holding her down as she found sweet release, she let him. She waited out his orgasm until it was completely finished, and then slid off him with a wet sigh. "Fuck, that was good," he breathed out, his dick twitching before her face with such energy. She licked her lips. It was still hard.
"Again, now?" She asked him, her fingers gingerly teasing his length. "Or are you having a refractory period?"
There was that momentary acceleration, his dick practically vibrating as it bounced against her fingers with superhuman speed, then he shook his head, grinning like an idiot. "Not any more."
She smiled at that, and simply swooped down his length. She did wonder if he preferred the long grinding pleasure of a deepthroat, or the hard delights of a facefuck? She was more used to a man liking the former than the latter - men generally liked it softer than women, after all - but she decided to just try it out, beginning to bob her head more rapidly on his cock.
Gauging by his very animated response, the way he threw his head back - he was most certainly one of the sorts of men who relished a proper facefuck. She pounded herself away all the more vigorously in response, her hands coming up to grip his thighs, fingers squeezing those delightful muscles. After a moment's thought, she shifted her hands around, hooking her arms under his thighs, all but dragging herself into him - and him into her - as she pounded away. He just gasped, fingers digging into the bed on either side of him.
She could definitely have lost herself in the moment. Hot cum threatened to come squirting out of that thick, delicious cock at any moment. She wanted it badly. Wanted to feel it. Wanted him to come, to come, to come. She willed his orgasm to come out, humming around his length, making it vibrate inside her throat as she rammed away. Her tongue flicked at his cock, and then, something utterly mad happened: he grabbed the back of her head, and just began to forcibly pound her up and down his cock, fingers gripping her long red hair in a pair of impromptu pigtails.
If a woman could orgasm from a blowjob, she would have at that point - she hadn't had a man willing to do that to her since a college boyfriend. Unasked for. Unrequested. He treated her throat like it was so desperately pleasant, like he was utterly overcome by desire. He even used that power of his, threatening to shake something loose in her head from the sheer force of it - then he dragged her deep down onto his cock and simply erupted, groaning as he found sweet release right down her throat. She sighed wetly around his length, glancing up at him with bedroom eyes as he ejaculated.
Once he was completely spent, he let go of her, half-falling back, and she slid up off his cock with a wet pop, smiling at him. God. It was... easy to see why Katherine liked him. There was something undefinable about him, and it did leave her wondering - both in the poetic sense, of seeking out the proper words, and in the scientific sense, of attempting to extract in exquisite detail what it was - what made him different from so many other men?
The term slut came to mind, and her nose crinkled. She respected men. But it was a natural turn of phrase to use, to refer to him. She licked her lips, idly stroking his still-erect cock. "I can keep going, Roger," she told him.
"Fuck," he breathed out, his eyes wild with open lust. "Yes, please," he told her, a moment later, and she slurped him down to the base, quickly beginning to pump away. She did it with the same rough speed - or close enough - that he had managed earlier, wanting to entice him into facefucking her once more. His hands came up, and her whole body tensed in anticipation - but they just patted her head gently.
Perhaps he was concerned he'd gone too far? It seemed like the most fitting explanation, from his gentleness. It was probably because of her position. She popped off his cock, smiling warmly up at him, not wanting to mention that in case it was. "You can fuck my face as much as you like, Roger. There's nothing quite like a man just utterly losing control of himself, defaulting to his carnal instincts and losing himself in the mo-mmf!" She was shocked to see him snap to his feet and just start fucking her face, interrupting her - but she certainly wasn't complaining in the least! It was even sexier than if he'd just done it the easy way.
"Sorry, I just, always feel like, I'm going too far, whenever I do something like this," he explained, even as he pounded at her face. "It's hard for me to think about it from the other side." She did her best to nod, which wasn't much, because he accelerated to superhuman speeds a moment later and just started ramming his cock right down her throat. She didn't complain, just holding her mouth open, letting him use what - to his perception - was probably a still and stagnant object. Basically no better than masturbation. But he seemed to like it, so she enjoyed it too, just closing his eyes until he came less than thirty seconds later.
As he erupted in her mouth, slowing down to normal speed as hot cum splattered all over the inside of her mouth, she did idly think about what he'd said. She supposed that, if their positions were reversed, she might feel similarly tense about just grabbing his head between her thighs and choking him on her muff. But things were different between men and women. God hadn't made the two sexes the same, after all. She put aside the thoughts, though, just enjoying that sticky, salty flavor, which now clung to every part of her mouth. She swallowed it all down eagerly, and when she was finished, found him - impressively - still hard. "My, you have quite the sex drive," she teased.
"Yeah," he agreed, with a laugh of his own. It was a nice laugh.
She let her mouth fall open, tongue tantalizingly stretching out. He gathered up her long red hair in a pair of pigtails, and promptly began to fuck her face all over again.
It was really quite delightful.
* * *
"Yes," Mira said, looking at the five ambassadors. "It's real. Prior to these recent events, we at Star Heroic thought it was only really useful for doing things like chasing Fals down, so it was kept private, as per UN charter. Now that a clear commercial use has been demonstrated, we're sharing it. There is, more importantly, the national security issue. Based on preliminary analyses, I would estimate that the total GDP of their world is something like eighteen times our own, owing to the incredible supply of raw materials that the technology offers." It wasn't the only change, of course - raw materials weren't most of the global economy, after all - but once you had infinite raw materials, you could do a lot of other things that otherwise didn't make economic sense. "There is the risk factor in use, but I expect all our nations can be sensible. More importantly, however, there is the risk that the Federation might choose to invade us for noncompliance. They are already invading North Korea in their own world, to complete their leader's goal of global conquest."
The men glanced among one another, clearly understanding the issues at hand, and Mira could only let out a sigh of relief as they nodded. She did feel a certain gratitude, that the other Mira had invaded her world's North Korea. Firstly, it provided a warning and an impetus to act - perhaps she'll do the same here. Secondly, it provided some distraction on her end. It clearly hadn't gone well - not that war ever did - given that she was still up after thirty three hours, and still trying to calm her nerves by sucking Roger's cock.
She... did hope this whole situation wasn't dragging up uncomfortable memories for Roger, though. She hadn't expected things to go quite the way they did. It was too close to Fals for her own personal comfort, even if Roger seemed - on the surface - to be fine, gauging by the transcripts.
* * *
I rammed my cock deep inside of Mira's mouth, just holding myself down inside her throat as I held her hair in either hand. It was like two ridiculously long pigtails, and it turned the normally brilliant, arrogant woman into a completely absurd look. Of course, her expression said nothing quite so much as I love sucking cock despite that, her throat swallowing around my length, her tongue slapping at the underside of my cock. Sometimes, I'd speed things up - she really seemed to like that, gauging by the way that when I slid my cock all the way out of her mouth, and she just sat there, almost frozen, she'd remain in the exact same position, tongue stretched out, in artificial statuesque stillness.
Either that or my powers were getting better. Probably she was going along with me, though, which was hot as hell. She was hot as hell. Somehow things felt so much more fluid and easy with her, than they did with my own Mira. Possibly because I just fucked her face instead of doing anything else. In either case, I rammed my cock back inside her mouth, and ground her down all over again, choking her on my cock as I pumped away. I was moving at superspeed, at that point, balls slapping at her chin as I just pumped my hips in her face, and she kept her hands diligently located on her knees, as if to express she had absolutely no complaints about me using her face like this.
It was so hot. I wanted to come on her face, but she did have business, so instead I came in her mouth. She definitely liked the taste of cum, by the way she reacted every time I did: all long, drawn out, elaborate slurping and swallowing slowly, tongue bouncing around this way and that inside her mouth. It was hot as hell. When I was finished, I sighed and pulled out again, my cock practically slapping her face in the process.
She swallowed faster this time. "Sorry, I do think I have to go," she told me, and I let go of her hair as she got to setting herself back in order. "That was... very pleasant. You have very cute and sexy reactions. It's hard to believe you're a dominant, with how-" something must have shown on my face, because she spoke up. "Ah... are you not a dominant?"
"Not... particularly. I just really like blowjobs."
"Oh." She paused at that. "But Katherine?" She prompted.
"Kate?" She nodded. "Well. Uh. She really likes subbing," I explained. That was the truth, after all.
"I see," she said, frowning momentarily as she contemplated my words. "Hmm. Well." She tilted her head. "Are you just doing this for me because you like me? Or- well, because you want me to enjoy myself? Is there something else you'd rather do?" My cock twitched at that, and she bit her lip as she glanced down at it, very clearly enjoying the sight of it, waving around under my shirt.
Somehow, her words sparked in my mind a really ridiculous thought, one that had bounced around when I would fuck her face. "Uh. If you could. Wear the pigtails normally," I suggested. "Like, when you come in next time, do your hair up like that?"
"Oh? You like that hair style?" There was a teasing curve of her lips. As if she knew part of the reason I liked the hair style was the lewd contrast involved in the ruler of a whole planet making herself look like a schoolgirl for my personal arousal. "Alright, then." She blew me a kiss. "Should probably cover up, unless you want to give the boys out there a peek," she said, starting to pull on her armor. I dutifully got under the covers, and she left me alone.
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There's definitely a difference between being fucked by a superheroine, and being fucked by her alternate universe supervillain self.
I mean, in terms of technique, my Mira and nega-Mira were extremely similar. Probably Mira had more experience, but it's like the 80-20 rule: 80% of the progress comes from 20% of the work. Once you've sucked off a hundred guys, does a thousand make you any better? I wouldn't know, but given that nega-Mira wasn't much worse as a fellatrix, I'd have to say, probably not.
All in all, I thought about the situation seriously. Technically I was supposed to go home and tell Mira whatever I'd found out. On the other hand... there definitely didn't seem to be any pressing reason. Was there one? Nothing was coming to mind, for sure. I toyed with the comm panel in front of me, this hard light projection that I could summon and unsummon at will. It was certainly interesting. It seemed like the sort of stuff out of science fiction. This whole world seemed like the sort of thing out of science fiction, even putting aside the "one world government called the Federation" thing. Cars that could float. The sidearms that her security guards had looked weird. The computer screen that appeared from the air.
Kinda weird she made the super god monitoring AI speak with her voice, though. Yeah, she had a pretty voice - she could have been a movie star, if her IQ was like sixty points lower (because then it would be 150 instead of 210, to be clear) - but still. It came off as vaguely self-aggrandizing. Egotistical. Crazy.
There was part of me that found that to be hot, though. If she had just been entirely a dull politician, then getting sucked off by her would still be great. But when the flavor was me 'being on top' (I mean, really, being selfish - she was hardly submissive), I was discovering that I liked a supervillainess. If Fals had been a sub... well, if I ever jacked off, one of the things I jacked off to would definitely have been to raping her face. But I had three beautiful women living with me, two across the hall, all of them basically on demand. I would have to be completely deranged to jack off.
Though, technically, right now I only had one beautiful woman available to me, who was busy... so there was that major downside of being the kept man of the beautiful supervillainess Director Mira Stone. It would definitely be hot if I could get a threesome with both Miras, but somehow I doubted that was ever going to happen.
I was playing a video game as I thought about all this - it was very distracting.
Back in my original world, I remembered being baffled by people who were crying out in pain because they hadn't been able to get laid for a whole three months. (Or six months. Or year.) But now that I'd been drowning in pussy, I was becoming critically aware of just how insanely addictive sex actually was. And I was the addict. That was obvious, now that I'd spent three hours without the possibility of turning to a beautiful woman and getting my dick sucked and I was jonesing for a fix.
I considered trying to bother Mira, but then remembered that she was the queen of the world, and currently at war, and thus had better things to do than suck my dick. Then I thought about the local Kate. She would definitely be down to suck my cock, but... I was currently sitting in the private quarters of the most powerful woman in the world. Even if she was a distinguished soldier or whatever, she probably wasn't clear to come fuck me.
I decided to take a nap.
* * *
Mira stared at the sleeping form of this handsome man. Her tongue flashed across her upper lip as she contemplated him. He looked good. Positively delicious. Her mind thought only of what she wanted to do to him. Of course, as a lover, he had been fairly passive - but she was a giving woman anyway, so she hardly minded. Perhaps he was simply taking his cue from her alternate self. She contemplated him, as she quietly stripped herself out of her armor. She stopped at her body suit that underlay her armor. After all, imagine waking up with a naked woman right next to you - even if she was beautiful and brilliant and you'd had sex with her, it would be presumptuous.
They were hardly lovers. He clearly already had... quite a few, back in his own world. She did feel rather voyeuristic, having violated his privacy for what ultimately turned out largely pointless for practical purposes. But she hadn't listened in - read computer transcripts, really - out of sexual interest. She had wanted to make sure that Katherine hadn't been mind controlled, that things were as they seemed... she sighed.
He roused at that, blinking as he looked up at hers. She cocked a smile at him. "Morning, handsome," she said.
"Ah, good morning to you, too," Roger said, adjusting on the bed. She noticed, then, that he'd taken off his pants, leaving them in a small pile on the side of the bed - mostly because she got that hint of thigh. Despite having seen him entirely naked, squirming in arousal, there was still something erotic about a man who was just hinting at his own nudity that way. The shirtless, underwear only look suited most any man - and it seemed to suit Roger in particular. "Did I sleep long?"
"Oh. I've been working the past five hours. I'm afraid that the war's still going on. But, if you'd let me take a break, I'd be happy to suck you off."
He didn't hesitate. "You didn't even have to wake me up for that," he said, with this intensely erotic sincerity to his voice. She did miss the days back when she had a partner who she could wake that way. There was just something about seeing a man who was barely aware of anything at all, who had been in some wild, alternate universe born entirely of his own imagination, and knowing that slowly but surely whoever he was fantasizing about, whatever magic he was imagining, slowly actualized as you. "Ah, but-" he said, as she took a step forward, and she paused. "Can I, ah, sit on the edge of the bed? I find that position sexier."
She let out a small chuckle at that, and didn't let the melancholy that question brought with it to unsettle her. Of course, even a stranger from another world would feel intimidated in these conditions. He hardly had to ask. Or at least, not in the sense he did, where he actually thought she might say no. "Sure," she agreed easily, happily slinking down to her knees in front of him as he sat there. His erection was visible through the fabric of his very tight, very sexy underwear. She was practically salivating, just seeing it like that.
In fact... she wanted to savor this moment. She leaned into him, just rubbing her cheek against his groin, feeling his girth and sucking in a long, intensely pleasant breath through her nostrils. Oh, he certainly seemed to like that, too, gauging by the way his cock twitched and throbbed against her face. She gave it a teasing peck, and he liked that too. She rubbed her nose right into his underwear, smiling up at him with her eyes, taking deep breaths - he liked that, too. She spotted the tiny dot where some precum had come out, and as she licked it, he liked that too.
It almost made her feel as if it was too easy. Was he just hyperresponsive in general? Was all her work just like a child who would be praised no matter what she did? She drank in deeply through her nose, enjoying the way his cock twitched, then pulled back. "Ah... I needed that," she teased. He blinked at her, his expression one of very definite confusion and annoyance, as if he was bewildered by the fact that she wasn't continuing on to the part where she sucked his cock - which was good, as it ought to be baffling. "Did you want more?"
"Uh. Yeah," he said. "I wanted you to actually suck my cock." There. Yes. She could actually annoy him. Not everything a woman did on her knees satisfied him. She smiled at that. "Oh, you were just teasing," he said, letting out a laugh.
"Sorry," she said, giving his cock a peck through his underwear. It twitched again. "I was noticing that no matter what I did, it was getting a strong response from you - I thought maybe you were just doing it on purpose."
"No, having a beautiful woman nuzzling and sniffing and kissing my cock gets me extremely aroused, especially when she's queen of the world."
Mira let out a small laugh at that. "I'm not queen. That would imply heredity," she said, with a quick wink - then took hold of his underwear's band and started pulling it down. His cock bounced free into the open air, full and hard. She could almost imagine there was still the hint of her own saliva on it, from when she'd sucked him off earlier - that was a sort of delightful thing, like she had marked him in her colors. She sighed, opened her mouth wide, and simply engulfed him to the base again.
He groaned in immediate response, as her tongue flicked and licked along the underside of his length, as she stared up at him giving her best bedroom eyes. His thighs wobbled on either side of her head, as if threatening to snap around her face - which was certainly a sexy thought. With her head positioned where it was, it wasn't too difficult to slip her shoulders in under his knees, wiggling his cock in her throat in the process. His fingers dug into the back of her head, and he just groaned in response to her movements. She smiled with her eyes up at him, definitely enjoying it - it had an even greater note of lewdness, owing to the fact that he was still wearing his shirt, that half-dressed status making the whole thing all the more erotic.
She wondered if the fact that she was still dressed in her bodysuit made it more erotic to him, too? Something to ask about later, perhaps. She just swiveled her head around and around on his cock, as she held herself down there. She had quite the lungs, owing to her practicing her fellatio skills, so she could really take her time down here if she so desired. And given the absolutely absurd responses that Roger was giving - grabbing and holding the back of her head, grinding her into his pelvis, slapping his balls against her chin - she was certainly enjoying herself right down here, grinning up at him.
Then she thought he was about to come - and then his whole body shifted its speed again, his movements being insanely rapid as he breathed and twitched, until at last he had calmed himself down enough. It was a bit annoying, so after the second time he did it, she slid up off his cock, his hands leaving the back of her head as if her hair were on fire. That was cute. Like he was terrified he was going too far. Even in this era of peace, there were still plenty of girls on the internet talking about wanting some big strong muscle man to crush their head between his thighs.
She popped off with an exaggerated noise, and his cock twitched appropriately at the quiet show. "Don't hold back on coming," she told him. "I want to feel it. Taste it. Plus, I don't have forever. So the sooner you come, the sooner we can get to work on round two," she added, licking her lips, making it very clear to him that there would be a round two. She had been up for about thirty-three hours, now, and she wanted to relish this small break.
"Right. Got it," he said, smiling as he accepted her request, and then gingerly tapped the back of her head. The movement was stunningly meek, but more from politeness than fear.
She was pretty dizzy with arousal herself, so she slid back down his cock, her throat bulging from his girth. She slid her fingers along her own throat, as if she could feel his cock all the better through the way it distorted her neck. He liked that show, apparently, gauging by the aroused throb she felt, the way his whole body tensed up in anticipation. She swallowed wetly around his length, slapping her tongue against the underside of his length. She felt it jerk and twitch in her throat as she really worked it over, leering up at him the whole time, making a show of it: one hand caressed her neck, the other slid across his thighs dotingly, or slipped up along his stomach, feeling those abs rather than seeing them.
It didn't take long for him to come, groaning as he did so, his hips bucking against her face, balls slapping at her chin. She felt the way that his whole cock throbbed and convulsed in her throat, and when his hands came desperately up to the back of her head, holding her down as she found sweet release, she let him. She waited out his orgasm until it was completely finished, and then slid off him with a wet sigh. "Fuck, that was good," he breathed out, his dick twitching before her face with such energy. She licked her lips. It was still hard.
"Again, now?" She asked him, her fingers gingerly teasing his length. "Or are you having a refractory period?"
There was that momentary acceleration, his dick practically vibrating as it bounced against her fingers with superhuman speed, then he shook his head, grinning like an idiot. "Not any more."
She smiled at that, and simply swooped down his length. She did wonder if he preferred the long grinding pleasure of a deepthroat, or the hard delights of a facefuck? She was more used to a man liking the former than the latter - men generally liked it softer than women, after all - but she decided to just try it out, beginning to bob her head more rapidly on his cock.
Gauging by his very animated response, the way he threw his head back - he was most certainly one of the sorts of men who relished a proper facefuck. She pounded herself away all the more vigorously in response, her hands coming up to grip his thighs, fingers squeezing those delightful muscles. After a moment's thought, she shifted her hands around, hooking her arms under his thighs, all but dragging herself into him - and him into her - as she pounded away. He just gasped, fingers digging into the bed on either side of him.
She could definitely have lost herself in the moment. Hot cum threatened to come squirting out of that thick, delicious cock at any moment. She wanted it badly. Wanted to feel it. Wanted him to come, to come, to come. She willed his orgasm to come out, humming around his length, making it vibrate inside her throat as she rammed away. Her tongue flicked at his cock, and then, something utterly mad happened: he grabbed the back of her head, and just began to forcibly pound her up and down his cock, fingers gripping her long red hair in a pair of impromptu pigtails.
If a woman could orgasm from a blowjob, she would have at that point - she hadn't had a man willing to do that to her since a college boyfriend. Unasked for. Unrequested. He treated her throat like it was so desperately pleasant, like he was utterly overcome by desire. He even used that power of his, threatening to shake something loose in her head from the sheer force of it - then he dragged her deep down onto his cock and simply erupted, groaning as he found sweet release right down her throat. She sighed wetly around his length, glancing up at him with bedroom eyes as he ejaculated.
Once he was completely spent, he let go of her, half-falling back, and she slid up off his cock with a wet pop, smiling at him. God. It was... easy to see why Katherine liked him. There was something undefinable about him, and it did leave her wondering - both in the poetic sense, of seeking out the proper words, and in the scientific sense, of attempting to extract in exquisite detail what it was - what made him different from so many other men?
The term slut came to mind, and her nose crinkled. She respected men. But it was a natural turn of phrase to use, to refer to him. She licked her lips, idly stroking his still-erect cock. "I can keep going, Roger," she told him.
"Fuck," he breathed out, his eyes wild with open lust. "Yes, please," he told her, a moment later, and she slurped him down to the base, quickly beginning to pump away. She did it with the same rough speed - or close enough - that he had managed earlier, wanting to entice him into facefucking her once more. His hands came up, and her whole body tensed in anticipation - but they just patted her head gently.
Perhaps he was concerned he'd gone too far? It seemed like the most fitting explanation, from his gentleness. It was probably because of her position. She popped off his cock, smiling warmly up at him, not wanting to mention that in case it was. "You can fuck my face as much as you like, Roger. There's nothing quite like a man just utterly losing control of himself, defaulting to his carnal instincts and losing himself in the mo-mmf!" She was shocked to see him snap to his feet and just start fucking her face, interrupting her - but she certainly wasn't complaining in the least! It was even sexier than if he'd just done it the easy way.
"Sorry, I just, always feel like, I'm going too far, whenever I do something like this," he explained, even as he pounded at her face. "It's hard for me to think about it from the other side." She did her best to nod, which wasn't much, because he accelerated to superhuman speeds a moment later and just started ramming his cock right down her throat. She didn't complain, just holding her mouth open, letting him use what - to his perception - was probably a still and stagnant object. Basically no better than masturbation. But he seemed to like it, so she enjoyed it too, just closing his eyes until he came less than thirty seconds later.
As he erupted in her mouth, slowing down to normal speed as hot cum splattered all over the inside of her mouth, she did idly think about what he'd said. She supposed that, if their positions were reversed, she might feel similarly tense about just grabbing his head between her thighs and choking him on her muff. But things were different between men and women. God hadn't made the two sexes the same, after all. She put aside the thoughts, though, just enjoying that sticky, salty flavor, which now clung to every part of her mouth. She swallowed it all down eagerly, and when she was finished, found him - impressively - still hard. "My, you have quite the sex drive," she teased.
"Yeah," he agreed, with a laugh of his own. It was a nice laugh.
She let her mouth fall open, tongue tantalizingly stretching out. He gathered up her long red hair in a pair of pigtails, and promptly began to fuck her face all over again.
It was really quite delightful.
* * *
"Yes," Mira said, looking at the five ambassadors. "It's real. Prior to these recent events, we at Star Heroic thought it was only really useful for doing things like chasing Fals down, so it was kept private, as per UN charter. Now that a clear commercial use has been demonstrated, we're sharing it. There is, more importantly, the national security issue. Based on preliminary analyses, I would estimate that the total GDP of their world is something like eighteen times our own, owing to the incredible supply of raw materials that the technology offers." It wasn't the only change, of course - raw materials weren't most of the global economy, after all - but once you had infinite raw materials, you could do a lot of other things that otherwise didn't make economic sense. "There is the risk factor in use, but I expect all our nations can be sensible. More importantly, however, there is the risk that the Federation might choose to invade us for noncompliance. They are already invading North Korea in their own world, to complete their leader's goal of global conquest."
The men glanced among one another, clearly understanding the issues at hand, and Mira could only let out a sigh of relief as they nodded. She did feel a certain gratitude, that the other Mira had invaded her world's North Korea. Firstly, it provided a warning and an impetus to act - perhaps she'll do the same here. Secondly, it provided some distraction on her end. It clearly hadn't gone well - not that war ever did - given that she was still up after thirty three hours, and still trying to calm her nerves by sucking Roger's cock.
She... did hope this whole situation wasn't dragging up uncomfortable memories for Roger, though. She hadn't expected things to go quite the way they did. It was too close to Fals for her own personal comfort, even if Roger seemed - on the surface - to be fine, gauging by the transcripts.
* * *
I rammed my cock deep inside of Mira's mouth, just holding myself down inside her throat as I held her hair in either hand. It was like two ridiculously long pigtails, and it turned the normally brilliant, arrogant woman into a completely absurd look. Of course, her expression said nothing quite so much as I love sucking cock despite that, her throat swallowing around my length, her tongue slapping at the underside of my cock. Sometimes, I'd speed things up - she really seemed to like that, gauging by the way that when I slid my cock all the way out of her mouth, and she just sat there, almost frozen, she'd remain in the exact same position, tongue stretched out, in artificial statuesque stillness.
Either that or my powers were getting better. Probably she was going along with me, though, which was hot as hell. She was hot as hell. Somehow things felt so much more fluid and easy with her, than they did with my own Mira. Possibly because I just fucked her face instead of doing anything else. In either case, I rammed my cock back inside her mouth, and ground her down all over again, choking her on my cock as I pumped away. I was moving at superspeed, at that point, balls slapping at her chin as I just pumped my hips in her face, and she kept her hands diligently located on her knees, as if to express she had absolutely no complaints about me using her face like this.
It was so hot. I wanted to come on her face, but she did have business, so instead I came in her mouth. She definitely liked the taste of cum, by the way she reacted every time I did: all long, drawn out, elaborate slurping and swallowing slowly, tongue bouncing around this way and that inside her mouth. It was hot as hell. When I was finished, I sighed and pulled out again, my cock practically slapping her face in the process.
She swallowed faster this time. "Sorry, I do think I have to go," she told me, and I let go of her hair as she got to setting herself back in order. "That was... very pleasant. You have very cute and sexy reactions. It's hard to believe you're a dominant, with how-" something must have shown on my face, because she spoke up. "Ah... are you not a dominant?"
"Not... particularly. I just really like blowjobs."
"Oh." She paused at that. "But Katherine?" She prompted.
"Kate?" She nodded. "Well. Uh. She really likes subbing," I explained. That was the truth, after all.
"I see," she said, frowning momentarily as she contemplated my words. "Hmm. Well." She tilted her head. "Are you just doing this for me because you like me? Or- well, because you want me to enjoy myself? Is there something else you'd rather do?" My cock twitched at that, and she bit her lip as she glanced down at it, very clearly enjoying the sight of it, waving around under my shirt.
Somehow, her words sparked in my mind a really ridiculous thought, one that had bounced around when I would fuck her face. "Uh. If you could. Wear the pigtails normally," I suggested. "Like, when you come in next time, do your hair up like that?"
"Oh? You like that hair style?" There was a teasing curve of her lips. As if she knew part of the reason I liked the hair style was the lewd contrast involved in the ruler of a whole planet making herself look like a schoolgirl for my personal arousal. "Alright, then." She blew me a kiss. "Should probably cover up, unless you want to give the boys out there a peek," she said, starting to pull on her armor. I dutifully got under the covers, and she left me alone.
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