Sophia had actually wound up buying me clothes. Lots of them. She'd take me out shopping and use me as a human mannequin when she picked everything out, and she paid for them with her own money. Her sense of aesthetics was obviously entirely focused on just one thing. Color coordination? Nah. Stylistic coherence? Pfuh. Anyone with eyeballs could see that she picked out clothes that showed off my body. Tight shorts and tanktops. A backless shirt, which I was surprised to discover existed. Crop tops. Skintight pants. She'd buy them all and make me wear them whenever we went out for fun. Even at school, she was much more affectionate when I wore them, giving me a little operant conditioning to wear them as much as possible.
That's why I was wearing a pair of tight shorts that covered less than your average swimsuit, and a tank top that was so tight it was honestly a pain to get off and on. It hugged my stomach enough you could make out the shape of my abs clearly. I wasn't sure if that was just how tight shirts worked, or if maybe it was specially designed to be a little bit tighter in the space between each ab to make it really obvious, like how women's clothes are tighter around the stomach than the bust because otherwise you get a tit curtain effect.
In any case, whenever she'd invite me out on a date, she'd say, "And wear something I got you, slut." Originally, it had been accompanied by "I didn't buy those clothes so they could look good in your closet," but once it became clear to her that I had no problem with her clothing choices, well, she stopped being quite so snarky about it. She'd say something like, "You look really great when you're dressed like that," because she'd figured out that worked very well to encourage me. Not that all the looks from random women hurt. Some guys gave me dour expressions of disapproval, but what did I care what they thought?
So I was wearing a white tight-tight shirt with Ready to Fuck emblazoned on the chest in bright red font with black outlining, and shorts that reached only halfway down my thighs, dancing with Sophia. I'd never used to be a dancer, but it turns out that when you're hot, nobody really cares if you're actually good at dancing, as long as you shake your ass a little it's all good.
Sophia was doing everything short of molesting me in front of the whole world, just grinding up against my body, teasing my very erect cock with her own body. Her clothes weren't quite as showy as mine - a difference between my world and this one was that women who wore very revealing clothes tended to be read as gay - but they had a messy, wild energy to them nonetheless.
We'd been dancing for about half an hour when a woman approached the pair of us. She was cute, with messy brown hair and copious amounts of freckles. She had a somewhat unsure demeanor to her as she approached, glancing over her shoulder at the staircase - all I knew about said staircase was that it lead to the apartments above the club. Why anybody would want an apartment above a nightclub was beyond me.
I could see, however, the ambient warble of her aura around her. It was like viscous flame, seeming to drip and burn at the same time, an incandescent white that didn't obscure but merely illuminated. That meant she was a parahuman, probably with a flame power. "Can I have a dance?" She asked, to me rather than Sophia.
I glanced at Sophia, who just cracked a smile, gently giving me a push towards the other girl. "Go ahead, slut." That provoked an awkward quirking to the girl's lips. Not quite distaste at the insult, but something else. "Dance to your heart's content."
"I'm Emily," she said, offering her hand to me. I took it, and we danced a bit. Again, I am not the best dancer, but her eyes weren't on my dance moves, but my biceps and chest and stomach and groin and legs, whenever she thought she could get away with looking. Which was much more often than she could actually get away with looking. Fortunately, I just took it as a compliment, letting her eye me up like so much meat as much as she wanted.
After a song or two played out, Sophia spoke up. "Hey, you live upstairs, right?" Emily jerked at the reminder she had an audience, turning her big brown eyes to Sophia. "How about the two of us come up? You can borrow my slut for a bit, if you want a ride. He's down."
Emily's gaze flicked to me, then back to Sophia, then back to me. "Seriously?" She asked me.
"Yeah," I said, instantly. She was pretty cute. Dark hair that framed her face well, very dense freckles, a skinny-fit build, like somebody who did a lot of cardio. Not quite as lean as Sophia, but few girls were. "She likes to watch."
"That's weird." She pursed her lips, glancing back at the staircase - not as if considering going back, but as if wondering if somebody was watching. "Okay. Fine. No... no weird stuff, like... don't take your cunt out or something. I'm straight."
"The fuck'd be the point of that?" Sophia asked, sourly. "If I want to come I've got a ready and willing masturbation aid right here." She groped my ass cheek roughly. Her words were cruder than the usual fair, but the way she said it felt different, too. More possessive than sadistic; she managed to make "masturbation aid" sound almost like a pet name, at least in how she said it. Either that she wanted to establish I was just a loaner, or... brag, maybe?
In either case, Emily spoke up again. "Come on up, then." She showed the two of us up to her room above the night club. The soundproofing was surprisingly good; there wasn't even a dull thrum of music, once she closed the door behind us. She swallowed, staring at me nervously.
Sophia draped herself over me from behind for a moment, perching her chin on my shoulder while her fingers brushed along my abs. "Look at this, I got you some fresh meat," she whispered in a soft voice that suggested this was her plan all along. "She's a para, right?" I nodded; after a moment's thought, I realized she must have known or suspected that Emily was a parahuman all along, or her interactions would have been quite different. "Go ahead and enjoy yourself, just remember who you're going home with." She actually gave me a kiss, then, a quick peck on the neck before pushing me forward and settling into the corner, crossing her arms.
Emily's own clothing choices were a long-sleeved sweater and baggy jeans. They didn't really compliment her physique at all. There was a lewd heat to her cheeks - not embarrassment, but anticipation and arousal, eyes drinking me in as I pulled off my top, staring at my bare chest just the same way that a boy might stare at a girl's tits. I wriggled my way out of my shorts, and her gaze was drawn downward towards my underwear. I wore briefs, so my hard-on visibly strained against it. Emily's own lips just parted slightly as she stared.
"You have to strip too," I noted, earning a chuckle from Sophia and Emily's hot red flush of embarrassment. She quickly reached for the base of her sweater, pulling it up and over her head, showing plenty more freckles that dotted across her bare stomach and upper arms. Her bra was a simple sports bra, maybe a B or C cup at a glance, but she left in in place as she undid and pulled down her jeans and panties, letting me see her half-naked body fully exposed, an unshaved bush presented to me.
At that point, I just moved into her, grasping her and pushing her down onto the bed, making her flush a curious shade of pink, clearly aroused at the rough treatment. I just tugged my cock out of its confinement, and her eyes drank it in with obvious surprise and wonder, as if to say, 'So that's what a real cock looks like.'
I had more than a little experience in fucking girls from this world, so I knew to start off fairly slow, let them get it nice and wet, then start to go whole hog. There was a faint frown on her lips as I took my time, slowly sliding my cock inside her, but if she expected it just rammed inside first thing she didn't know what friction was. Her legs wiggled a bit behind me, the movements impatient as she frowned up at me, lips pursed.
I upped my pace fairly quickly; one slow stroke in became a faster pull out, then an even faster press back in. By the third stroke it was a genuine pump, enough to make her bounce on the bed, and she panted a little in response, but there was something unsatisfied in her expression. I tried leaning down, meeting her lips with mine and pressing my tongue inside her mouth. If it fixed anything, she didn't show it, just continuing to faintly squirm, not with pain, but with a kind of needy discomfort, wanting something more but not having yet received it. My hands reached for her thighs, grasping them and shifting them around to let me get even deeper inside her; getting really deep was often helpful, and when that failed, I tried clitoral stimulation, one hand frantically playing with her clit.
I could just have cheated and used my power, I guess, but that'd be like having unsatisfying sex and then suddenly you come out of nowhere. I broke off the kiss and looked down at her. "What's the problem?"
Almost instantly, her cheeks turned bright red, and she averted her gaze. Something embarrassing? Was this the girl equivalent of erectile dysfunction? No, she was wet and not in pain. I leaned down over her, nibbling on her earlobe, holding myself inside her before whispering again. "Come on. What's the problem?"
"I... I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I think porn really messed me up."
"Do you want it harder?" I asked. We'd been going pretty hard earlier, but not max speed, so I could increase my pace pretty easily.
"No..." she bit her lip, flicking her gaze back up to me, her face bright red where it wasn't dotted with freckles. "I like the porn where the guy... where he's... you know, dominator stuff? This is just..." she trailed off, but I could guess. Boring. Dull. Nothing.
I had watched a little bit of "dominator porn," the local equivalent of dominatrix porn. It was more palatable than a lot of the local porn, since the camera wasn't totally obsessed with the guy's pecs and dick. I tried to think for a moment of what kind of position would be best to leverage her into, and then my hands grasped her by the wrists, yanking them over her head, pinning them in place with my weight and beginning to fuck into her properly, nice and hard and rough. There was a bit of heat to her cheeks, but she wasn't quite all the way horned up yet.
I smacked her cheek. She twitched in response, but I could feel the way her cunt convulsed and gripped my cock, the slap getting a sharp response from her. "You horny little sow," I said, and I could practically feel her slicken, her cheeks growing hot, her eyes smoldering with lust, her lips just slightly parted. "You're lucky enough that I'm gracing you with this big, hard, cock, and you're complaining? You should thank me for even deigning to fuck you."
"Yes, Master, sorry Master," she said, the words coming out like a pant of desperate desire. I could see Sophia shift her posture out of the corner of my eye, but my focus was more on the girl beneath me. "Thank you for fucking this disgusting pervert, Master."
"You're welcome," I grunted out. I can't describe the surge of power I felt in that moment, having this fairly pretty girl so immediately turn what would have been fairly ordinary sex into something debauched and degenerate. All the more because she was squirming with pleasure beneath me already, clearly getting off to being treated like this. Plus there was the power element - I had literally never had sex where I was being sadistic with the girl. Dominant, maybe, but never sadistic.
It had me iron hard as I fucked away, enjoying the sight of her tits bouncing in her bra from the sheer forcefulness I was giving her. I held her arms in place above her head, pinning her beneath me, and my fingers grasped the underside of her sports bra, pulling it up past her tits. She just panted a little as I drank in her nearly-naked body, her cheeks alight with color. Normally, I would probably offer some compliment to her body. She was pretty fit, with perky tits that bounced with each thrust on my part. But, she wanted to be degraded and insulted, so...
"I can't believe I'm fucking someone as ugly and gross as you," I told her, and she squirmed and panted even more in response, her cheeks burning bright red by this point, her head casting from side to side in a mixture of abject humiliation and total arousal. Her cunt just dripped and squeezed around my length, and I could feel her getting close. With my free hand, I gave her cheek another slap, and she came hard on my cock, squirming, her hips bucking wildly as she spasmed in pleasure beneath me. Her breathing was heavy and erratic, her eyes rolling up while her whole body twitched.
Naturally, I used my power to enhance her orgasm a good bit, pushing and pulling on her power, groaning a bit at the sensations it brought me, but for her it was an ecstatic high that was making her brain melt. Maybe I was operant conditioning her so she'd never be able to enjoy regular sex again, but that really wasn't my problem, and in the moment it just felt amazing to see a girl squirm like that, her legs actually kicking at the air as she desperately gasped for air.
At last, though, I stopped the pushing and pulling - my own brain was a little foggy from the sensation of it, too - and just returned to frantically fucking her while she stared up at me with hazy eyes, panting heavily beneath me. "You enjoy getting slapped and insulted that much, huh?" She let out a long, warbled pant, her breath seeming to bounce a little as it left her throat. "I asked you a question, sow."
"Yes, I love it," she said, her voice coming off as desperate and horny when it came out. I stopped my movement and slapped her cheek, and I didn't even need to tell her her mistake. "Yes, Master."
I just grunted, picking up the pace inside her once again, just roughly ramming in and out while she took it, squirming in ecstasy beneath me. My free hand dug into the supple flesh of her ass cheek, tilting her up a little to let me get even deeper inside her, and she was clearly on a journey to heaven right then and there. "You like it, huh? You like getting fucked stupid by me?" She nodded rapidly, a bit of saliva escaping her mouth as she did, just completely out of it with arousal and desire. Honestly my dirty talk was probably veering away from dominator stuff and towards my own world's version, but what the hell. "You're a horny little sow, ruled by her cunt, isn't that right?" She nodded dumbly, and I just spat on her face in a moment of pique.
Her eyes were open as the saliva came down on her, and she closed them in a flinching movement, but the moment that the water hit her face, she came, hard. Her legs snapped around my hips and she ground herself against me, and I naturally intensified her orgasm using my power, making her continue to jerk and pant wildly long after she otherwise would have found herself in the afterglow. By the time I finally let her off, she'd had such a struggle to breathe that she was hiccuping, a lewd glow of humiliation to her cheeks as I kept going at her like that.
"You really like being spit on, huh?" She could only nod, and I spot on her face again, making her jerk a little. "You like being called what you are, a disgusting little pervert, who should count herself lucky that she found a man willing to stick it in her nasty, loose cunt?" She whimpered, cheeks bright red, but it was a whimper of sexual arousal and pleasure, not of meek fear. "You've come some of the hardest of any woman I've ever been with, but this useless cunt of yours couldn't manage to bring me off. That's sad."
"Sorry, Master," she panted out. "I'm sorry, for being such a pervert, and so bad at sex. It's my first time, Master, please forgive me, I promise I'll do better next time."
With the intensity of the sex up until that point, the statement that she was actually a virgin pushed me over the edge. I didn't want to knock her up, though, so I quickly pulled out of her and came all over her stomach, using my power to make her come right alongside me, her back arching as her cunt spilled out juices onto the bed. I enjoyed the sight of her like that, my fingers really digging into her forearms as we both came together - then, once I was done, I let go of her hands, catching my breath right alongside her for a moment.
"That was, fuh, fuck," she sputtered out, but I wasn't done yet. I grabbed her by her curly brown hair and twisted her body around a little as I shifted my own body's position. I just pushed it up against her lips, and she wore the lewdest look in the world. "It was just in my-"
"Do you think I care where it just was?" I asked, pressing my tip up against her lips. I could see her squirm in sexual delight, and then her mouth opened, letting my cock slip past her pretty lips and start pushing deeper and deeper into her mouth.
I could feel something strange with her power as I reached her gag reflex, and her eyes widened suddenly, starting to struggle against me. I just yanked, grabbing at her power and pulling on it, watching as the fire in her aura was quelled and her whole body twitched wildly beneath me. Fire wasn't exactly a melee power so I couldn't risk just trying to run for it, that was my thinking in a moment of panic. I dragged and dragged, sucking up more and more of her power until I could only see the faintest guttered flames, and then started anew, pumping my cock into her mouth. "You're going to take it to the base, I don't give a fuck," I breathed out, as she gagged on my cock.
"Slut," Sophia said, her voice alarmed, "that's Spitfire, don't make her puke on your dick."
"I don't care, I already yanked out all the power, I don't think she could light a birthday candle," I said, grunting as I furiously ground my cock against her throat, completely lost in the moment. Probably it was really stupid, but fuck if being able to dominate a girl so completely didn't get me horny. She stopped struggling, at least, letting out a whimper and tears as something started to spill out of her mouth, but it wasn't fire. It was just sweet, warm, slimy goop, feeling almost like lube that had been warmed up in the microwave or something before getting smeared along my dick.
"See that?" I told her, my expression foul. "You horny little bitch. Fuck. I'm the only man who can train this worthless throat of yours so you don't kill the next guy you suck off. And you'll be sucking off a guy, you know? That's the only way that any guy would ever dare fuck you, is if you blew his mind with blowjobs. It's my moral duty to teach you how to deepthroat without gagging."
She nodded mutely around my dick, her throat continuing to get forcefully plugged up by my cock. More of that sticky slimy fluid kept escaping her throat, but it just felt good, rather than painful or unpleasant, like she was swilling a bunch of lube while sucking my cock. I grunted, pace getting rougher and faster, wet choking noises escaping her throat with each slam of my dick against the back of her mouth. Her eyes rolled up, tears streaming down her cheeks as she took it, and she didn't resist at all, now that any worries of her power inadvertantly activating were long gone.
"Fuck this is hot," Sophia panted from her corner of the room, squirming. I spared a glance her way, my focus no longer entirely having to be on Emily - or Spitfire, I supposed. Denying her attention was just another way of degrading her, and I could feel her legs start to kick at the air from pleasure and asphyxiation both. Sophia had a look of red-raw lust in her gaze. "Once you finish with this perv, we're going straight home, alright?"
"Yes," I agreed, grinding Emily against my cock as I spoke. "Relax, sow. Relax so your throat stops trying to kill every man whose dick you suck." She whimpered and nodded, trying to relax her body, and I did actually manage to slip my whole length inside her right then and there. A little foamy bubble of that warm goop slipped out of her lips to slather my balls and the base of my cock, while I just enjoyed the sensation of her throat massaging my length. "Calm down. Calm down and don't use your power. If you ever want to get laid you have to learn to suck cock, because otherwise no self-respecting guy would dare stick it in you."
Her eyes were rolled up, tears were streaming down her cheeks, and more of that viscous fluid that I'm pretty sure was her body's analogue to vomit kept spilling all over my length, but she looked like she was the happiest girl in the world that I deigned to train her like this. I just ground her head in place, enjoying choking her on my cock, and finally found sweet release, spraying hot cum right into her stomach as she shuddered and jerked from being choked for so long like that.
When I was completely spent, only then did I pull my dick out of her mouth, finding it smeared with that yellow slick gunk. "Lick it clean," I ordered her, and she could only limply nod, using her own bed sheets to wipe her mouth before starting to docilely lick my whole cock from base to tip. Her expression was practically worshipful as she did so. It seemed almost like she never expected to learn how to suck cock, and the fact that I was teaching her was actually a wonderful gift that she very much appreciated. "Good girl," I soothed, gently petting her head when she finish, and she wore a dumb little smile in reply.
"Yeah, good girl," Sophia said, suddenly appearing at my side. "All that stuff off your dick? Actually, you, give it one last go-over with your blanket. I'm not having my man here," she said, giving my ass a quick squeeze as she said the words, "get his dick burned off because your vomit ignited later." Emily seemed less enthused about doing what she was ordered when it was by a woman, but she did quickly start cleaning my dick off, drying it with her blanket. When it was entirely done, I collected my clothes and got dressed - with the look on Sophia's face, there really wasn't time for aftercare.
When we got back to her place, she did still make me shower, though she at least joined me there, giving a thorough scrub-down to my thighs and cock. "Gotta make sure to get everything," she panted, her expression intense and aroused at once. "Don't want your dick to burn off, right?"
"Yes, I don't want that," I agreed.
"Well we could make Amy fix it if it does." Sophia was practically salivating, though, her thoughts quickly turning back to other things. "Fuck that was hot. Seeing you just... facefuck the most dangerous chick in the world to facefuck, shit." She ground herself against my back. "I want to fuck you senseless, fuck." She nibbled and licked and kissed at my shoulder and neck and everything else in reach. "It was really hot seeing you get all dominant with another girl."
"Would you like to tr-"
"No," she said, instantly, already knowing what I was about to say. "When it's us, I'm in charge, alright? I'm in charge. I'm in charge." Her hand was now stroking my cock, sliding up and down my length faster and faster. "You understand that, right? You understand that I'm in charge?"
There was something unbelievably needy in her voice as she said those words. It wasn't a sexual need, not some kink for power that needed to be indulged, but something deeper and more emotional. She came off as almost vulnerable despite the content of her words. "Yes, I do," I said, and her hand on my cock squeezed and twisted and worked extra hard to bring me off.
"Come whenever you want, come for being a good boy, come for being my good boy, I want you to come all over the shower floor so we get to really, really enjoy the fuck afterwards."
The kind of pitter-patter she was spewing out, half-aroused and half-desperate, was different from her normal dirty talk, but I certainly wasn't complaining about getting jerked off in the shower by a beautiful black girl. I came pretty quick like that, groaning as my hips bucked in place. She just ground against my backside, breath hot in my ear as her free hand stroked my pecs and abs alike, hungry and possessive all at once.
Pretty much the moment that I was done coming, even though I was panting in the afterglow, Sophia just shut the shower off and started drying me off right then and there, loudly panting even as my feet wobbled a little. Once I was dried off (well, more dry, she wasn't entirely focused on cleaning me off), she dragged me to the bed, threw me down, and got on top of me, immediately slamming her cunt right down my whole length. She instantly came like that, a somewhat embarrassed note to her expression as she quivered atop me, cunt squeezing and gripping my cock tight. Her fingers dug into my chest, leaving pink marks across bare skin, as she quivered and bucked atop me.
"B-bad boy," she panted out, her breath hot. "You, you shouldn't use your power, to make me come so quick." She licked her lips, even as she started to ride me.
As you can probably tell, I hadn't actually used my power to enhance her pleasure at all. Still, I knew well enough that being told you were a one pump chump could be a devastating psychological blow, so I just nodded. "Sorry, Sophia. You finished me off with your hand, so I wanted to pay you back."
At that, she just leaned forward, simultaneously taking a firm grip on my hair and pressing her lips against mine, hungrily kissing me. My hips pressed up into her, cock slamming deep inside, and she kept squirming, her cunt squeezing intermittently. She was shockingly aroused. I guess she'd been burning for this moment from pretty much the moment I'd facefucked Emily, if not before. Saliva dripped out of her mouth down into mine as she fucked me like a wild woman, pounding away...
It was then that I remembered I still had Emily's power. I could tell that it was filtering away, slowly returning to its owner in a long trickle, but I could still move it around. Such as pushing it into Sophia. Which I promptly did, experimenting with one last thing I was curious about, even as I expanded the size of her tits, making them swell up.
She noticed, humming into my mouth a bit even as pleasure coursed through her from the journey of energy, and she pulled back from me once I was done pressing the power in. She now had a very nice, large set of tits, almost the size of canteloupes, her fingers holding them up for my viewing approval while she just smirked. "You really are a tit boy, huh, slut?" She licked her lips.
"You look really good like that, especially because only I get to see you that way," I told her. Telling her she was beautiful no matter what size her tits were would go over about as well as telling a guy he was handsome no matter how big his dick was.
Her pace had slowed a fair amount as she cupped her tits, her expression a little muted. Consternation, if I had to take a guess. "How much did you drag out of my power for these?"
"None, I still have Emily's."
"Ah, fuck," she said, her eyes widening. It wasn't the kind of 'ah, fuck,' you might think, of sudden panic, but instead of arousal. "Fuck, you can steal other girls' powers and give them to me?"
"It's energy, not power-"
"Yeah, yeah, but you can yank Emily's power to boost mine?" I nodded. "Fuck, that's hot," she breathed out, pressing her hands down against my stomach. "My personal little power thief slut, giving me an extra boost while all those other, dumb bitches, just give over their power for a chance at his cock." She grunted as she rode me, faster and faster now, her eyes manic with wild lust. It took no time at all for her to come like that, her fingers roughly sinking into the soft flesh of her breasts; my own hands reached up for them, caressing and feeling them up, enjoying the soft sensation of them in my hands.
After a few long, perfect moments, she fell slack upon my lap, her expression still having that note of mania. It was all new, having an entirely distinct flavor, as if she was a particularly bratty child that had just been given a slingshot and planned to start breaking the neighbor's windows. "Give me, give it all to me, boost my power with that dumb Palanquin bitch's, fucking do it," she ground out, as she started to ride me with frantic force. As I started to push power into her, intensifying her control and speed, she leaned forward to meet my lips with hers, her tits softly squishing against my body.
Her hips twitched and bucked wildly, pounding up and down; my own hands now sunk into her muscular ass cheeks as she drooled copious amounts of saliva right into my mouth. The only place her large breasts felt soft was her iron hard nipples, as her whole body achieved ecstasy from the mixture of a feeling of power, and of course the raw physical pleasure that pushing and pulling powers seemed to give the people I did it to.
When I was finished, she broke off the kiss and gasped desperately for air, sucking it in eagerly. "Fucking, fucking Spitfire, just gave up her power, so she could suck my slut's dick," she ground out, "and now it's all mine," she said, continuing to ride me, harder and harder with each passing moment, saliva dripping out of her mouth as she salivated with raw, incomparable lust. "Yeah, yeah, that's hot, that's a hot fucking thought," she breathed out, caressing my body, fingers digging into my bare flesh. "Maybe I'd even let you fuck, that Taylor bitch, if it got me a power boost and took hers away," she said. "What do you think?"
"I think the power will make its way back eventually," I replied. I wasn't sure how much her words were dirty talk and how much they were sincere, but I wasn't going to bet on them being one hundred percent bullshit.
"Fuh, fine, whatever," she sputtered, leaning down to kiss me again. "Fuck, don't ruin the moment, slut. Tell me you'll fuck that uptight bitch Miss Militia and take away all her juice so she can barely make a pencil sharpener, just to give it to me."
"Sure," I told her. Her face was inches from my own, her nose occasionally brushing at mine; in the periphery of my vision I could see her currently-stupidly large tits bouncing and jiggling freely. "Vista too. Victoria. Amy. Taylor. All of them, I'll seduce them, make them come buckets, then give you their powers, so you can be the strongest parahuman around." Those words sufficed to make her come hard, a howl escaping her throat at the thought.
When she came down from her orgasm, she was panting and wild-eyed, "Fuckin', fucking, the Empire," she sputtered out. "Take, Fenja and, and Menja, and fucking, fuck them, then give it to this black pussy you love so much." Her grasp of grammar was getting worse, but I understood what she was getting at.
"Every last Nazi bitch," I reassured her, making her squirm in delight, her eyelashes fluttering wildly as she came all over again, so fast after her previous orgasm it was almost ridiculous. It really worked my cock over hard, and seeing her so eager - not to mention so busty - made me finally let go, depositing my load directly into her waiting cunt. She sighed in relief atop me, and I enjoyed the chance to come in a pussy rather than having to pull out at the last second as I'd had to do with Emily.
When I was done, Sophia gently draped herself atop me. She shifted off me after a moment, rolling onto her back, then grabbed my head with an almost absent movement, shifting it around. "Here, use these tits you love so much, as a pillow, slut," she said, and I just nodded and enjoyed the warm feeling of them. Maybe for a guy here those words would have been embarrassing, but for me they were just hot.
For a long minute or three, we sat there like that, both catching our breaths from an intense sex session. It hadn't lasted as long as most, but it definitely felt a lot more emotionally intense than most, too.
Sophia reached down for my cock, gently stroking it with her fingertips for a few seconds, but while the spirit was willing, the flesh was too weak. She seemed to determine that my lack of a hard on meant the sex was over - which, you know, was true - and pulled her hand back, wiping her juices off on the bed for a few seconds before she spoke up. "Ugh, for real though, you're gonna have to put the power back in Spitfire. I don't want to have those Palanquin losers coming after my slut."
"I'll do it first thing tomorrow," I told her.
"No worries," she said, craning her head back. "Doubt Spitfire'd admit it right away. Pretty embarrassing to admit that you had to have your power stolen so you could suck cock." She smirked. "Haha, imagine telling Newter that. No chance of getting laid, ever."
"Wait, Newter? The mutant guy? Why... would she want to fuck Newter?" I asked, still catching my breath.
Sophia just gave me a look like I was the dumbest thing since the first amoeba had crawled out of the primordial soup. "Why would she want to fuck the hot slut with the exotic skin color, the prehensile tail, the tattoo, and the dyed hair? Ah durr. Me no able figure it out, me am man and no understand woman's heart or pussy."
"No, I think I get it." I paused for a moment. "Prehensile tail?" I knew the answer, but I had to ask anyway.
"What do you think?" Sophia asked. "Both holes at once, baby." She made a little v sign.
"Did you..." I trailed off, not really sure I wanted an answer to that question.
"Getting jealous?" She teased. "Obviously not. C'mon." She snuggled into place, giving me a pleasant bounce of the titpillow beneath me. "I got a secret identity to protect."
