We were in Sophia's living room, playing the Sega Pluto that she'd bought with the money she'd made from her bet with the members of the track team. Since they were going to come out with their next console soon, the Pluto's price had dropped by a lot, so she managed to grab a good half-dozen classic games for it. Right then, we were playing Sonic Racers, and Sophia was whipping my ass as Shadow.
"Boom, owned again," she said, with a smirk, as she finished in first, leaving me a good ten seconds behind as I came in fourth. "Damn, it must suck to sell your dick to a whole track team and lose all the games I bought with the money, right?" She laughed as she said it, giving my shoulder a slight punch. "Hey, don't worry, you can come over and play whenever you like..." She leaned into me, resting her chin on my shoulder. One hand ran across my chest with interest, slowly sliding downwards until she was groping my cock through my pants again. "You know what's something I've always wanted to do with a guy?" I shook my head. "Play video games while he eats me out. Ah, fuck, I got Valkyries of Death too, I could own some idiots online while you lick my pussy... c'mon, it gets you hard too, right?" Her fingers squeezed on my cock.
I let out a little pant in response to the touch, and she smiled in a very predatory fashion. "Sure," I said, at last. "If that's what you want."
Her expression stiffened a bit at that. "Well, what do you want?" She asked. Her fingers got a bit gentler on my cock. I was reminded very sharply that girls in this world - even Sophia - take making sure the guy feels good very seriously. It was a matter of feminine pride.
"It feels like forever since I got to come with another girl." Rachel was over a week ago and didn't count. Mostly because I couldn't admit to her existence without risking either her or my deaths. Probably hers, since I'd only gotten started because I was afraid she was a Brute who could beat me to death. (As it turned out, she wasn't, and I probably could have physically overpowered her at any point where she wasn't touching a dog.)
Sophia's expression instantly became sharper the moment the words had left my lips. "My pussy's the best, though. Right, slut?"
"Yes, yes it is," I agreed, immediately. "I love it. It's great. I'm a slave to your pussy."
She gave me a look that said she wasn't entirely buying it. "Okay, look." She pulled back a little. "It's a huge pain in the ass to find girls for you to fuck. I mean I guess I could maybe get Vicky to see if her cousin would be down? But I'm a hero, I'm supposed to be a good girl and not whore her boyfriend out." I didn't really see how that fit with her having whored me out to the whole track team, but I wisely chose not to argue. "Normies are one thing, but you need parahuman pussy. Nnn, and if you fuck some other girl on the reg they'll probably get feelings... whatever. Look," she poked me in the chest. "Tell you what. Eat me out while I play video games, and you can go try to find a parahuman to bang on your own. You gotta send me a photo and get my approval before you do the deed, but maybe once you understand how much of a pain it is, you won't be such a needy little satyr."
"Sure, that sounds fair," I said, starting to move to slink between her legs.
She waved me off. "No, go switch the Pluto from Sonic Racers to Valkyries of Death first." I obediently did so.
As it turned out, getting eaten out while playing video games wasn't quite as fun for Sophia as she thought it would be, since it was very distracting and constantly ruined her aim, resulting in copious amounts of frustration on her part. She was unwilling to admit she'd made a mistake, though, so she just kept playing, and I kept licking, since I hadn't been told to stop.
* * *
Sophia was right. It was a huge pain to find girls for me to fuck. There were like thirty female parahumans in a city of three hundred fifty thousand. I'd started looking for bars that didn't card, to try to find more girls, and while plenty of them did wind up buying me drinks, not a single one had powers, so it would have been an unpleasant waste of my time to actually do anything with them. After a while, I wound up bouncing from bar to bar at a fairly quick pace, slow enough to not be blatantly suspicious but fast enough to get in and out to check the local girls to see if any were parahumans.
It took almost a week for me to finally spot a pair of parahumans at a bar. Unfortunately, although they were in their civvies, they were clearly a couple, so I just gave them a few looks now and again. The girl was fairly cute - maybe in her early twenties, with brown hair done back in a ponytail and a somewhat athletic build. Not as fit as Sophia, but somebody who moved around a lot. She had a vaguely electric aura, a bit like Taylor's but closer to the skin, like she was covered with electric circuitry. The guy had short brown hair slicked back, with a somewhat stylish look to him, but he was probably a decade her senior, with a faint warble to the air around his skin. I'd have thought they might just be work buddies or friends or even father-daughter if it wasn't for the pair of matching rings on their hands.
I was just about ready to head on out when the guy sat down next to me. "Hey, couldn't help but notice you were checking out my wife," he said, with a warm, friendly smile. If he hadn't said it in exactly the way he did, I probably would have assumed he was about to kick my ass in some testosterone fit, but somehow his way of speaking was reassuring.
"She's cute," I offered.
He let out a laugh. "Ah, that's true, but don't tell her you said that. Anyway, we were wondering if you'd join us for a few drinks?" I glanced over at the table, and I could see the woman watching us and quickly ducking her head down as I turned their way. He followed my gaze. "She can be shy about this kind of thing, c'mon."
I decided to go for it, following after him to the table, winding up sitting down next to him rather than his wife, but that was fine.
They put a couple drinks in me and chatted. He was Mark, she was Jaime. He asked most of the questions, playing wingman to his wife, getting my name (I lied about my age, saying I was twenty-one). They had clearly done this before, but not so often that Jaime wasn't still somewhat awkward about it. Or maybe she was just playing that role to put me at ease, since Mark was doing most of the work. He touched me once each on the shoulder and thigh but very quickly came to the conclusion that I didn't want to be touched by another guy that way, and stopped.
He asked if a handsome young man like me was in a relationship; I told him I was. "Ah. Is it an open relationship?"
"Yes, actually." That was a much more polite way of putting it than 'she whores me out and I'm here desperately trying to pick up pussy'.
He laughed and clapped me on the shoulder. "Great. See, hon?" He said, looking over at her, who gave him a long-suffering smile, as if tired of him always being right. "I can pick 'em out of a crowd, every time." He turned his attention back to me. "Would you be willing to have sex with L- lovely Jaime here?"
"More than willing," I said, with a rapid nod, just happy to finally have this strategy work out. "Oh, but I have to get permission from my girlfriend first, you know."
"She's the jealous type, huh?" Mark asked. My expression must have given away the whole game, because he just laughed. "Go ahead."
I took out my phone, hurriedly texting away. Mark and Jaime shared a look, and the relative shyness that Jaime had been showing seemed to vanish in that moment, her expression much more confident.
give me a photo
u don't want to wind up accidentally fucking othala or smthn, right?
"Ah, she wants a photo, if that's okay with you two?"
"Just don't go spreading it around," Mark offered, and I got out of the booth. The two leaned in, smiling for the camera, Jaime's looking slightly forced, a furtive look on her face as she glanced over at her husband. He just shrugged as I snapped the shot.
I sent it to Sophia a moment later. There was a surprisingly long pause this time. It made my anxiety spike a bit - if they were bad guys, was she about to show up or something? My power wasn't exactly the best in a fight. And by that I meant it was nearly useless. I quietly sat down on the edge of the booth, waiting for the text. "She normally doesn't take this long."
"Hey, it's no problem," Mark said. "Just means she's intimidated by how hot my wife is." He stuck out his tongue at his wife.
Somehow, I didn't think that was the problem, but I didn't say anything. Finally, Sophia's text message came in.
go ahead if u can
I don't want to watch tho
When you're done come over to my place again, k?
"She says it's fine, but she wants me to come over when I'm done."
"Works great for me. I always get jealous when the guys cuddle with Jaime anyway."
"And not when they fuck her?"
He laughed at that, patting my shoulder. "Hey, I'm an older guy with a young wife, you have to work extra hard to keep girls her age satisfied. You know what I'm talking about."
I had no idea what he was talking about, so I just nodded in response.
We soon went back to their home. Mark drove, and he was the kind of guy who actually concentrated while driving, leaving me to speak to Jaime. "So... is this more Mark's thing, or yours?" I asked, at last. Mark snorted.
"Mark... he's a real..." Jaime trailed off. "I can't say what he is in front of him."
Mark laughed at that. "It's never stopped you before."
"Fine. He's an unbearable satyriac," Jaime said, at last, and Mark feigned injury. "He was the one who asked me out, about... twenty or thirty times, probably, before I finally said yes."
"My seduction techniques are peerless. Learn from me, young man, and one day..." He trailed off meaningfully.
"Oh you just took off your shirt all the time!" Jaime said, slapping his shoulder. They were clearly comfortable with one another, with a long and deep relationship. It was sweet.
"It worked, didn't it?" Mark replied.
"It's not exactly a technique!"
"I also lied and told you it would just be sex." He gave her a flirty wink.
"I was an idiot to fall for that. Guys never just want sex."
"This one does," I offered, interrupting their conversation for the moment.
"You've already got a girlfriend, though," Jaime said, with a wave of her hand. "I don't get girls who let their guy fuck around." She reached over to her husband's thigh, gently squeezing it.
"Hon, I'm driving."
"Yeah, yeah." She leaned back in her seat. "So, what's your girlfriend like? Your age?"
"She's about my age, yeah. She does track, so she's really fit."
"A jock, huh?" Jaime said. Her eyes looked me up and down with obvious lust. She'd taken a few peeks here and there, but now she was just drinking me in. "That how you met? Sports?"
"No, she made me get in shape."
Mark laughed hard at that. "Women! They only want one thing, and it's disgusting."
"That's rich, coming from you," Jaime said, laughing right alongside him. "Wasn't this your idea originally?"
"I just did it to fob you off on other guys. We can't all fuck every day."
That was when we finally pulled into their driveway. Their home was a quaint little two bedroom, and as Mark put the car in park, there was a lull. "Hey, kid," he said, leaning over to look me in the eyes. "All on you, do what you like, I'll drop you off at home, blah blah. How do you feel about a bit of homo action? My wife loves watch-"
"No! No gay stuff," I said, hurriedly, panic in my throat.
He laughed at that. Jaime cleared her throat, blushing herself, but spoke up anyway. "Are you sure? I mean, you're young, you can try experimenting. Mark gives great blowjobs. Oh, one time, we did a double blowjob as a warmup," she said. "The guy wound up coming really fast from that, even if he was just as sure that he didn't want to do gay stuff."
"He was not as sure as I am," I replied, earning another laugh from Mark.
"Oh well. I'll just watch." He checked his watch. "Busses will be running for a few more hours, so you can find your own way home, right? I'm sure I'm gonna be hard as iron by the time you're done."
"Yes, that works for me," I said.
"Great," Mark turned the car off, and we all got out, heading inside.
Their bedroom was about what you'd expect, a nice big queen sized bed, a dresser, a couple night stands you know the drill. Mark took a position in the corner, while I just started to strip naked right then and there.
Jaime's eyebrows rose in obvious surprise, but she just drank in my exposed flesh. "Wow. He shaves." She said, as I peeled my shirt off, then unbuttoned my pants, letting my hard cock burst free and bounce in the open air. "Wow, he's hard already."
"Wow, my husband sure does know how to pick them," Mark offered in a falsetto, making Jaime scowl in his direction. "I'm pretty sure you need to take off some of your clothes too, hon, but then, you're the expert."
"Right, yeah," she agreed. "You're really handsome," she added, as she started to take off her own clothes, eyeing me up whenever she had the chance. I very purposefully avoided looking in Mark's direction. After a week of hard work, I was about to fuck a hot parahuman, and I didn't want to ruin my mood by getting an eyeful of his horny face, no offense to the guy.
Once Jaime was naked, I grabbed her around the hips, doing everything short of throwing her down on the bed as I moved to straddle her. Mark clapped excitedly, and I pointedly ignored whatever he said, as I started to rub my cock against the line of Jaime's sex. She didn't shave anywhere, but she had a very fit build, her breasts having a cup size or two on Sophia's. I grasped her thighs, angling my dick just so, and slipped inside her in a heartbeat, just jamming it in without hesitation. If there was one thing I'd learned in all this time, it was that women here didn't want you to waste time teasing them, they wanted you to stick it in.
Which was fine by me. I enjoyed the wonderful slickness, warmth, and tightness of Jaime's cunt. She clenched down hard on my dick, her nostrils flaring as her eyes ran across my naked body, her hands soon coming up to grope my stomach and chest without the slightest bit of hesitation or embarrassment.
I responded by starting to fuck her, pumping in and out, harder and harder with each progressive thrust, until she was practically bouncing on the bed from the sheer force I was applying. She was panting, her eyes becoming somewhat manic, her fingers even more tightly gripping and squeezing at my flesh, running all along my body. Her tongue flashed along her upper lips as she seemed to do her best to swallow my whole body with her eyes.
I could hear Mark's somewhat ragged breathing from somewhere behind me, but I pointedly ignored it, focusing instead on the woman beneath me. I leaned down, sucking on one of her nipples, making her giggle softly, but she didn't stop me, fingers running through my hair as I fucked away. "Nnn, yeah, you know how to pick them, babe," she said, her fingers digging into my scalp as her hips twisted just a little. "Somebody's got a mommy fetish, huh?" She smirked down at me as she spoke. "It's fine, it's fun. Can't really enjoy that with the silver fox I got."
I ignored her for a moment. In fact, after that moment finished, I realized that I could do even better than ignore her - I could shut her up. I drew on her power, gently at first, then in a rapid gush that made her cast her head back, moaning loudly as she came, hard. Her legs latched around my hips as her cunt tried its best to drain me dry, her head casting about, brown hair flowing wildly as she just let herself go, her eyes rolled up in raw ecstasy. Her noises filled the room as I just kept going, enjoying the way her muscular cunt squeezed and gripped my hard cock inside her. My fingers dug into her thighs hard enough to leave pink trails as I just went at it.
All of it felt amazing. The pleasant satiation that came with drawing out her power; the sensations of her quivering cunt as her body tried to drain me dry; the look of raw pleasure on her face; and the old-fashioned feeling of domination, of fucking a girl right in front of her husband, who could only watch. I leered down at her, my hands finally leaving her thighs to grope and caress her tits, feeling them up as I continued to jackhammer away.
The whole situation aroused my more dominant side, and after a few seconds, just as she was starting to recover from her earlier ecstasy, I paused my thrusting and grabbed her thighs, twisting her legs up so her ankles rested near her ears, and then immediately started to go at it again, leaning over her. I met her lips with mine, my tongue hungrily invading her mouth, my cock throbbing in overwhelming arousal. To my sensibilities, this was an intensely erotic, dominant moment, even if it was probably lost on the other two people. I was fucking a young woman right in front of her husband, who was doing nothing to stop me.
Just as her tongue started to meet mine, flicking at it with the experience of a married woman, I drew on her power again, yanking hard enough to make her come instantly, her eyes rolling up as her whole body twitched and bounced beneath me. Hot breaths escaped her throat, her fingers digging into the bed beneath her as she bucked and twisted wildly.
I pulled out of her right then and there, enjoying the sight of her as her legs collapsed back down on the bed. I grabbed her under the arm, ignoring her hairy pits, shifting her around until her head was over the edge of the bed, and just thrust my cock right into her mouth.
Mark laughed at that in the background. "I can really pick them, huh?"
Jaime tried to reply to that, possibly to argue, but my dick was in her mouth so it was just a muffled noise that stimulated my dick exquisitely. I admired her body then, the fitness, the pleasant breasts, the lines of pink on her thighs and tits that showed how I'd been manhandling her, and just fucked her throat like that. I'd already made her come twice, this was the least she could do, right?
If she was bothered by me going straight from her vag to her mouth, she didn't show it. Soon enough, her tongue was flicking and rubbing at my cock, twisting as much as it could in her mouth. My hands held her by the biceps, and I just fucked away as hard as I had been using her cunt. She was an experienced fellatrix, easily taking my whole cock in her throat. My balls slapped against her nose, and she showed no sign of irritation at being treated like this.
If anything, it was probably getting her wet, judging by the way one of her hands went down to her cunt. It wasn't like she was frigging herself, but her fingers were gently moving up and down, as if keeping herself wet and ready as I went at it. "You really like sucking cock, huh?" I asked, and she nodded as much as she could.
"She loves it," Mark offered. "Takes lots of pride in being able to drive a guy crazy with her mouth."
I ignored him. "I'm enjoying myself too. Fuck," I breathed, my pace accelerating. She didn't care as I roughly pounded at her face, balls slapping at her nose again and again. "That's good, yeah, that's it, fuck," I breathed out, as her tongue went positively wild inside her mouth, twisting and rolling in all kinds of new fascinating ways, rubbing all over, letting saliva slickly rub all along my length.
It made me throb in pleasure, really enjoying things, my fingers grasping her biceps tight as I started to really ram away, admiring the way that her tits bounced from the sheer force of it. "That's it, just like that," I breathed out, as her tongue kept working me over, the occasional bit of drool falling from my cock and splashing down onto her face as I used her mouth like my personal masturbation aid.
My pace kept getting faster the longer we went on, the wet glug-glug noises of her throat seeming to resound in the room. I was soon keeping my cock mostly inside her mouth as I drew closer and closer to the edge, only making an inch or so journey before slamming right down her throat again, her eyelashes fluttering as saliva dribbled all over her face in this lewd, degrading position. For her there wasn't any humiliation from being treated like this - she even seemed to be proud, if I was reading her face right - but I didn't care, just enjoying the moment before finally jamming myself straight down her throat and starting to unload.
After the first burst or so, I started to pull back, letting the second splatter the inside of her mouth, dripping onto her palate, and the third, fourth, and fifth splatters coated her face in a thick load of my cum, marking her with my seed.
I let out a long sigh once the last few droplets were released, admiring her naked body, her hand still in her sex, her face dripping with my semen. Her brown hair was a slick mess, hanging down over the bed, her breasts rising and falling with each deep breath she took, a little bubble of air coming out of her nose and expanding the semen that had lightly caked her face before it popped. She looked like a ridiculous mess.
"Are you done?" She panted out. She wiggled her hips a bit. "Come on, I'm still wet. One more time?" It was almost whiny, and I couldn't help but laugh a little. I got on the bed, leaving her with her head hanging off it, and just slammed into her wet sex without further ado, grasping her hips and starting to jackhammer her anew. She pretty much instantly came like that, moaning as her cunt squeezed and milked me, and I closed my eyes and just focused on the incredibly pleasant sensations, the feeling of her orgasming hard on my cock.
"See? Totally insatiable," Mark said. "That's why I have to help her find young sluts to fuck, no offense."
"None taken," I replied, fingers grasping her ass cheeks as I just rammed deep, deep inside her, losing myself in the moment. Her legs were soon wrapped around my hips again, using their strength to yank herself up and down my cock. After she recovered from her orgasm fully, her pace became more erratic - there'd be a few seconds where she'd been still and limp, head hanging over the edge of the bed, before she'd suddenly start pounding herself up and down my cock extra hard, just slamming away with almost inhuman force, and then she'd fall slack again.
If I hadn't known she was a parahuman, I probably would have just chalked it up to enthusiasm, but knowing she was one... well, whatever. If she could use her powers for sex, so could I. I grasped her thigh again, and drew on her power once more, making her jerk and spasm as another orgasm ran through her. Rather than just using it to push her over the edge or provoke a quick orgasm, though, this time I kept doing it, pushing and pulling on her power to make her come pretty much constantly, spasming in raw ecstasy as she did, saliva joining my cum as it stained her face.
She'd pulled herself partly back up at some point, enough for her hazy eyes to meet mine, an almost pleading look on her face, as if asking for me not to embarrass her so much in front of her husband. That thought just got me even harder, and I reached out for her wrist - for the hand with the ring. I slowed my pace down inside her, gently pulling her hand towards me, and with my other hand, I reached for her ring. Rather than pulling it off, I started to gingerly move it up and down in time with my own pace, like I was jerking her finger off with her wedding ring.
Her cheeks flushed with color at that, and her eyes flicked over to her husband, as if wanting to make sure he was okay with it. I didn't bother to check. I just made her come again just like that, not even bothering to up my pace or give any other excuse, enjoying as her body convulsed in pleasure.
I didn't even care about keeping up the facade of the local boy at that point. I was completely lost in the pleasure and domination of the moment. I licked my lips, and then upped my pace inside her, starting to talk while continuing to repeat the humiliating movement of her wedding ring. "You're getting fucked by another man right in front of your husband, you nymphomaniac," I growled out. "He's jerking off your finger with your wedding ring and you're still coming. Apologize to your husband for your bad behavior."
Her mouth opened and closed, her eyes rolling around as she tried to meet Mark's gaze for a long few seconds, before she finally spoke up. "So, sorry, E- Mark," she panted out, her free hand reaching for my wrist, gripping it tightly as I kept up the movement of jerking off her finger. It was so intensely sexy to me somehow, the humiliation and all the implications, the way it made even a woman like her embarrassed. "I guess, I'm a fucking, cheater," she said, before giggling heavily, getting sympathetic laughter from her husband. "Ah, it's your fault, anyway, you ass. You're the one who gets off on it. You're already hard, aren't you?"
"I am. I'm getting hard from watching you fucked by another man. But that's why you love me, right? I'm a carnivorous man. It's not like you're actually complaining, you're just doing whatever he says."
I made Jaime come again, her hips bucking wildly as she came. Her grip on my wrist grew tighter, hot breaths escaping her throat as her whole body convulsed wildly on the bed, her eyes rolling up as she just lost herself in pleasure. It felt amazing, the way she was practically jerking me off with her tight cunt. "Yeah, come on another man's cock while apologizing to your husband. That's what you should do," I said, almost breathless in the moment.
"She's a very naughty puppy," Mark agreed. "Say you're sorry, puppy."
"Sowwy, arf arf," she panted out, letting out another giggle a second later, the movement doing incredible things to my cock, making me twitch inside her and groan in pleasure. "He's still jerking me off with my wedding ring," she added, with another giggle.
"It's pretty hot. Maybe we should make other guys do it in the future," Mark said. "It's definitely getting me hard."
I forced Jaime to orgasm yet again, getting tired of listening to her and Mark chatter away. I just kept up the pleasure this time, letting go of her hand to just grab her hips and jackhammer at her. My breathing was ragged as I went at her. If I hadn't already come once, the feeling of her tight sex wrapped taut around my cock, squeezing and gripping with every passing moment, would definitely have made me let go inside her in a sticky whirlwind. As it was, I could still feel myself getting closer and closer.
"Maybe we should get his number, if he makes you feel this good," Mark said. "Oh, he might bring his girlfriend over too, we could have a nice switch off." Jaime shook her head rapidly, even in the throes of orgasm. "Sheesh, so selfish. I let you fuck all these other guys and you won't even let me get some young pussy? C'mon, it's not like I'm going to leave you."
"I, nn, you agreed," she panted out, managing to get out the words through all the pleasure. "It, wasn't, a trick, to get me, to feel, obliged-" she bit her lower lip and stifled the noises that came out from her throat as she twisted in pleasure beneath me.
At that point, I finally came inside her, letting out a low groan as I filled her up with a thick splatter of cum. Once I was spent, I pulled out, desperately panting for breath myself. "That was great, thanks you two," I said, collecting my clothes and starting to get dressed as Jaime panted on the bed.
Mark chuckled at that. "Damn. Hon, you better be ready to take care of my cock, or I'm going to be very cross at you," he said, coming over to her, lightly slapping her cheek with his hand, ignoring my cum that had splattered across her face. She opened her mouth wide in response. "Oh, alright," he said, with a long-suffering sigh. "We can just do a blowjob for now. I'm sure it was very exhausting." He glanced up at me as I moved towards the door. "Hey, if you want to do this again, you can leave your number on the notepad by the door. Most guys can't keep up with my puppy," he explained, even as he started to unzip his pants.
I just ignored him, blushing a bit. Perhaps it made me a hypocrite or something, but I didn't want to see another guy have sex with the woman I'd just fucked. Jaime didn't even bother to say goodbye, too distracted by her husband; Mark just called out a "Nice to meet you! Stay safe!" as I left the house.
* * *
Since Sophia had told me to, I took the bus to her place, not my own. She'd shown me where the spare key was hidden, so I was soon inside. She wasn't playing video games on her new console, so I checked her bedroom, where I found her masturbating.
It was quite something. She was lying there, naked, dark skin coated in sweat and glistening in the light of her room. Under her breath, she'd occasionally say something. "Yeah, that's it, that's where you belong." "All men should act just like you." "You deserve this." "Men need to be put in their place." That kind of thing. Her voice was raspy, horny, desperate. Her nipples were hard, her whole body seeming to heave with exertion, and I watched in silence as she managed to bring herself off like that, her hips bucking, her eyes clenching shut as she just lost herself in her fantasies.
"Hey," I said, knocking on the door. "Need some help?"
She sputtered a bit - not in embarrassment, really, but in surprise. "Fuck, you, fuck," she panted out. "Did you wash?" I blinked. "Did you wash?" She repeated. "I don't want sloppy seconds."
"I... didn't, no. I came over right away."
She glanced at her adjoining bathroom, then back at me, eyes flicking back and forth several more times as horniness warred with the need to be explicitly and clearly heterosexual. "Just, just eat me out, fuck it. You probably already came a bunch, right?" I nodded. Only twice, but that was fine. "Yeah, eat me out, my hot little slut, come on," she said, patting her thigh.
I quickly got into position, leaning down to lick her slick sex, and she sighed, running her fingers through my hair as I worked her over. I used my power a bit to make her come extra quickly, her hips bucking and grinding up against my face as she practically used me as a sexual relief aid. Her muttered words were a little less intense than they'd been when she was masturbating, but they were still very clear in their intentions. "Just like that. Good boy." "Lick it, suck it, yeah, you like it." It took a good three orgasms for her to finally relax her grip on my head.
"Go take a shower, I want to have real sex," she said, as she sagged. "You can be on top this time, even. Tell me all about that married couple you fucked."
"I only had sex with the wife," I clarified quickly.
"Whatever. Like I care. Go, go. You can tell me when you're clean and your cock is in me, slut." She panted on the bed a few more times as I went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet.
When I came back out and fucked her while explaining exactly how I'd fucked Jaime, she was almost manic with arousal, pulling me down into a rough kiss as I went at it inside her. She asked a few times how Mark responded, but when it became clear that I hadn't paid much attention to that, she gave up and just enjoyed hearing about me fucking a married woman.
After we finished fucking, she let me rest my head on her breast, absently running her fingers through my hair as I lay there. It was a surprisingly affectionate move from her.
