I'd come over to Sophia's house to fuck - she'd texted me to come over, and, hey, she came when I texted her, so it was only fair to return the favor - and we had finished said fuck, and were now a tangled sweaty mess pressed up against one another, when Sophia's phone started to ring. I didn't recognize the ring tone, and she groaned and shifted her weight until her shoulders and arms dangled off the bed, starting to sort through her pants. "I have to get this, sorry, babe," she said, though I didn't much care. With her dangling off the bed like that, her ass in the air, it gave me a really nice view of the gorgeous curve of her well-toned ass and her beautiful thighs. I didn't even notice at the time that she'd called me 'babe' for the first time (while sober).
"Yeah, what?" Pause. "Nnn. Really?" Pause. "Look, he's fine." Long pause, the person on the other end of the line. "Oh my God! He doesn't give a shit!" She leaned up. "He's right here, look, he doesn't care, tell this dumbass you don't care," she declared, putting the phone up against my ear.
"What don't I care about?" I asked, half to Sophia, half to the person on the other end of the line.
"This is Ms. Hess's... significant other, yes?" The man on the other end of the line asked.
"Yeah. What's this about?"
"You recently went through M-S protocols, but apparently you and Ms. Hess neglected to mention the sexual element of the events which occurred. It's very important you both come in to speak to a therapist, we can schedule it at some time."
"Sexual elements? I just forgot a girl's existence," I said. Sophia definitely wasn't telling the PRT about me fucking other women in front of her, and I sure hadn't mentioned it.
"Yes, but then you had sex together, while still under her effects. Given the profile of her powers we've pieced together, and similar powers, it's estimated at greater than fifty-fifty odds that she was physically present at the time. You don't have to come in if you don't want to, but Ms. Hess certainly does."
"He says you have to come no matter what," I told Sophia, making her affect clawing her own face off. "I can come too, if you'd rather I be there."
"Goddammit I hate therapy," she muttered, running a hand through her hair and letting out a long, angry sigh. "Whatever. You can come with, if you want to." Given that Sophia would pretty much never show vulnerability, I was reasonably sure that she did actually want me there.
"I'll come in," I said. "She says she'll come too."
He spent a minute or two scheduling appointments - we'd go after school tomorrow, joint session or sequential - and then hung up with a polite "Thank you, sir."
"You don't like therapy?" I asked.
She rolled her eyes so hard they looked like they might genuinely pop out of their sockets. "You've never had therapy, it's like talking to a four year old. 'What would you like to talk about?' 'Nothing.' 'Why do you want to talk about nothing?' 'Because I don't like talking to therapists.' 'Why not?' Fuck! I'm totally fine." She crossed her arms. "I don't need to talk about shit."
"The pickpocket I fucked probably was watching," I pointed out, in case she hadn't been informed of as much.
"She can watch all she wants," Sophia said, leaning down over me, kissing me right on the lips. "If I could, I'd fuck you in front of the whole school, let everyone see what a slut you are, watch me dominate you..." She rubbed against me with obvious sexual excitement at the thought.
"Want to go another round?"
"Fuck yes," she said, instantly shifting to straddle my still-naked body. "You read my mind." Wasn't really her mind I was reading, but I didn't bother to correct her.
* * *
I decided to let Sophia go in first to talk to the therapist. She was the one who actually had to be here, and I was moral support. She could come ask for me if she got tired of doing it alone, or anything like that. I was seated in the waiting room outside the little office simply emblazoned THERAPIST. Not even a nameplate - I wondered why.
As I sat there, I was surprised to see Miss Militia step into the room. She was definitely attractive, even wearing the loose army fatigues that were her uniform now (less form-fitting and more covering than the ones I remembered from my version of Brockton Bay), an American flag scarf serving as a half-mask to cover her mouth and nose. Her aura was like a soft green glow limning her whole body.
"You would be Shadow Stalker's new boyfriend?" She asked, as she saw me, one eyebrow rising.
"Yeah," I said, and she soon sat down next to me, wearing a smile that reached her eyes as she did so. There was more in her gaze than just the affection that you gave to your subordinate's boyfriend. In fairness, my wardrobe was mostly things that Sophia had picked out by this point, and that meant I was wearing an obscenely tight white shirt, and similarly tight pair of jeans.
"I've heard a lot about you, though not much from Shadow Stalker," she said. Presumably bad things, by the way her eyes tightened. That was worrisome. Most of the bad things I'd been doing could get Sophia in trouble, even if I was totally fine with her whoring me out to every female cape in Brockton Bay.
"Mind if I get a picture real quick?" I asked, and her brow furrowed, but after a second, she nodded.
I took a quick picture and sent a text to Sophia accompanied by it.
You said to give you a photo + get your approval first?
"I do think you've probably been a positive influence on her," Miss Militia started, only to be interrupted by a loud, manic cackle from Sophia where she was in the therapist's room. A few seconds later, I got a text back.
lmao go for it
"Your message?" Miss Militia asked.
"An in-joke," I replied, not wanting to admit I'd just gotten permission to fuck her from my girlfriend. I put a hand on her thigh, making her briefly stiffen, but there was also a glow to her cheeks, and she didn't push me back or stop me. "You were saying?"
"Ah. She's a bit of a troubled girl. I do hope she's not... taking those troubles out on you."
"No, no," I said, though that probably wasn't true. It's just that her way of treating me as a stress relief aid was fucking me a lot, and watching other girls fuck me. Which was all fine by me. "It's good between us. Great." I let my hand slide along her thigh, approaching her groin. She didn't stop me, though her eyes did narrow, ever so slightly.
"Really?" She asked, her hand gently placing itself atop my own. It halted my movement, but I was just close enough that the movement of my pinky alone would brush against her pussy, and she didn't try to remove it.
"Yeah," I said. "I know she'd probably be hard to deal with for another guy, but she's great for me." Another guy would feel smothered, disrespected, used as a sex toy, treated like a slut - I just got to be doted on, fucked silly, freely allowed to fuck other women, and all at the low-low price of her calling me a slut and declaring how her black pussy had tamed my white cock. There was the occasional incident of her getting pissed and making me fuck the whole track team, but hey. She did eventually let me come.
"I'm glad to hear that," Miss Militia said, sighing loudly - making her scarf swell for a moment - and leaning back. She still hadn't removed my hand from its position, her own resting atop it. She just sat like that for a while, her expression hiding her feelings, as if she was deep in thought. Eventually, she rose from her seat. "Nice to meet you," she added, giving me a light smile. "Take good care of Sophia."
Sophia emerged from the therapist's office a few minutes later, her eyes flicking around for any sign of Miss Militia the moment she got out. "You didn't seal the deal?" She asked. I shook my head. "That sucks. I'd have a huge leg up if you managed to seduce her. Man... she's basically number two to Armsmaster, you know?"
"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving my hand at her. "She didn't go for it, probably because she knows I'm your boyfriend."
"Yeah. If she wants a hot white slut, she'd be better off looking elsewhere, even if you're one of a kind," she said, just casually groping my ass as she guided me out of the PRT building. Since she clearly didn't want me to go to the therapist's, I was completely fine with blowing the meeting off. I was more here for moral support in the first place.
On the way to the door, though, Miss Militia interrupted us. "Excuse me, Sophia," she said, in the most polite way possible. "I'd like to speak to your boyfriend for a moment?" Sophia just smirked, gave me a wink and a wave, leaving me behind with Miss Militia. "If Sophia ever gives you any troubles - any at all - you can contact me," she said, handing over a business card. Her words said one thing, but her eyes said something entirely different. I guess seducing a fifteen year old probably isn't the best thing to do in the PRT building itself.
"I got it," I replied, and she clasped my wrist for a moment.
"I mean it. Anything." I got what she meant, so I just nodded.
* * *
I wound up heading over to Miss Militia's place before sunset, since Sophia really hated the idea of me going out after nightfall alone, but also obviously wasn't going to be able to walk me to her superior's door. All I had to say was that I wanted to 'talk' and ask if I could 'come over' and she happily handed over her address. Telling her I wasn't allowed out at night alone might have made her more sympathetic to me, but also would have threatened Sophia's job. And parole. So I didn't.
Out of costume, Miss Militia was quite pretty. She had a lithe physique, with a pair of decent tits, and her dark hair was let loose. Her clothes were casual - a knee-length skirt and a loose top, not anything meant to show her body off. She had a gorgeous smile as she opened the door. "It's good to see you again, come in," she said, widening the door, and I stepped inside. "Hannah, by the way," she added, offering me her hand. I took it gladly, shaking it, and gave my own name. "Nice to meet you properly, out of costume. Would you like something to drink?" She asked, stepping into her kitchen and opening the fridge.
"Just water is fine." If she was offering alcohol, I didn't need it, and I didn't want to risk whiskey dick. "You have a nice place."
"The Protectorate pays quite well," she explained, as she placed a freshly poured glass of water in front of me. She settled down across from me, finding her seat and smiling gently. "So. What did you want to talk about?"
"How beautiful you are," I told her, making her cheeks color almost immediately in response. It was forward, but not unbelievably so.
"Well - I'm not sure how much there really is to talk about there," she said, with an almost-cheeky smile as she responded. "You say I'm beautiful, and then you're done."
"There's plenty more there," I replied. "I could talk about your high cheek bones, your olive skin, your gorgeous smile..." I would absolutely never have had the confidence to go on this kind of thing back in my own world, but a hot black superheroine babe treating you like you were the sexiest thing alive, and pretty much every woman being down to fuck with a few sentences, gave you a lot of confidence.
"Now you're starting to sound like a girl," she said, but by the smile on her lips, it obviously wasn't much of an issue to her. She drank a few long gulps from her own glass of water, then leaned forward over the table, just kissing me on the lips without much further thought. The moment she'd done so, she flushed and pulled back. "I'm- I apologize, that was inappropriate, you're very cu-"
That was as far as she got before I interrupted her by kissing her right back, firmly on the lips. My tongue poked at her lips, and she decided to acquiesce, letting her lips part, my tongue slithering inside. She let out a soft hum of satisfaction at the feeling of me starting to fish my tongue about in her mouth, her hands finally coming up to gently run through my hair as she kissed me back, her own tongue flicking back and eventually overpowering me. She broke off the kiss just long enough to drag me away from the table, eyes roaming my body with arousal, all but pushing me down onto the couch in a moment. Her lips kissed at my cheek, my mouth, my neck, her hands wandering softly and slowly along my body, tracing out my abs, feeling me up.
She actually didn't go below the waist, which surprised me before I realized that it'd be pretty forward for her to do so. I let my own hands reach up, groping her ass, pulling her down into my lap so that she could feel my hard length pressed up against her groin. She let out a soft little noise, eyes flicking up to mine to check to see if I really meant what was implied by that action. I just gave her a quick nod and a very easy smile.
She let out a breath of desire. "If boys back home dressed like you..." she murmured, her hands hurriedly unzipping my pants, her teeth briefly nibbling on my lower lip, tugging at it and then letting it pop back a moment later. Soon enough, my cock was released to the open air, and she was breathing heavily over me, her panties discarded on the floor, her skirt (and sidearm) still worn. "I normally wouldn't do this," she told me, seeming genuinely earnest, which was only reinforced by her next words. "Ah... you really are just so handsome," she breathed out, before kissing me sharply on the lips, her tongue worming its way into my mouth even as she shifted her body to tease my tip against her lower lips, threatening to engulf me at any moment.
She was gentle as she sank her way down my length, taking her time, moving in such a slow and sensual way that it was an absolute delight. She let out a little pant into my mouth as she finally took me in my entirely inside her, breaking off the kiss to take in a quick breath - and to look down at my body, drinking it in. Her fingers grasped the base of my shirt, pulling it up and off, her nostrils flaring as she stared down at it. "You really have a sexy body," she explained, her fingers slowly trailing along my bare skin. She swallowed audibly, leaning down to kiss at my chest, brushing her lips against my pecs, even as she held me inside her.
My own hands reached up for her body, groping that tight, muscular ass of hers, well-toned by a lifestyle that demanded physical competence. She tightened around me in response to the touch, a hot breath escaping her throat as her eyes widened just the tiniest bit - then she smiled and pushed her ass back against my hands, as if trying to get me to take even more of it in. "You have a sexy body too," I told her, eyeing her up. "Please, take off your top," I added.
She simply yanked the base of her shirt up and off, then hurriedly undid her bland sports bra. She ground her body against mine, her cunt pressing down against my pelvis, my length throbbing inside her. My hands ran up along her taut stomach to her supple breasts, pert little c-cups that were just a delight to feel in my grasp. She let out a soft breath, a smile on her lips as I groped her, clearly enjoying the attention. Her own hands soon returned to my chest, running along it as she rode me.
Her movements were sensual and slow, almost exaggeratedly slow, really taking her time as she slid up and down my length. It was almost teasing, and I responded by thrusting my hips up into her, making her eyes widen, her lips parting in momentary surprise as her hair bounced about on her shoulders. My hands slid back down to her hips, gripping her, and she quirked an eyebrow, almost playful as her hands pressed down against my stomach, her expression seeming almost to dare me to start fucking her at my own pace.
I decided to do exactly that, grasping her firmly by the hips, fucking up into her, making her gasp and cast her head back, a low moan escaping her throat. Seeing her like that, olive cheeks turning a lovely shade of red with arousal, I couldn't resist. I drew on her power and pushed it back in, my always-great trick to make girls come. She instantly started to jerk, eyes widening as her hips bucked, her cunt clamping down on my cock. My fingers dug into the couch beneath me at the sheer force and power she could bring to bear for the simple purpose of wringing my cock out.
Her face was the really beautiful thing, though. If it had been Sophia, there probably would have been some humiliation on her face (or irritation at me for "using my power to make her come too quickly"), but she was just rapturous, head cast back as she stared up at the ceiling, lips parted, her nipples hard and perky. Her hair bounced freely about, brushing against her shoulders and neck in an erratic pattern. Her skin was already a little slick with sweat, and I decided to just keep going, gripping her hips tight and pumping her up and down.
"Ahh... so good," she breathed out, seemingly not caring at all about me taking the initiative, which was a very fun shift from the insecure teenage girls I normally dealt with. I increased the force I was using to pump her on my cock, really enjoying seeing the powerful heroine happily bouncing on my dick, breasts jiggling just so, nipples sliding up and down with each thrust. She started to mutter in a language I didn't recognize, clearly dirty talking more to herself than me.
I shifted her onto her back, then, so that I was on top and she was on the bottom. She just let out a little laugh, enjoying the treatment, the aggression I was displaying. "American boy," she breathed out, her tongue pressing against her cheek for just a moment, the words clearly meant as endearment for my current behavior. Her hands reached up for me, pulling me down into a rough kiss, her tongue invading my mouth as I fucked into her. One set of fingers idly curled their way through my hair, while her other hand roughly groped and squeezed at my ass, pulling me deeper inside of her, getting more and more aggressive. Her legs wrapped around my waist as our tongues warred in one another's mouths.
It felt amazing on a physical level, just fucking her wet, willing cunt, as she roughly dragged me inside her again and again. I rested on my elbows above her, pushing down against the couch cushions. I could feel her grow even tighter, her breath hitching as she approached another orgasm, and I'll admit to cheating then, dragging her power out and pushing it back in to push her over the edge and make her come hard on my cock, loudly moaning into my mouth. Her whole body seemingly locked around mine, fingers digging tighter into my scalp, legs grinding me deep inside her, holding me down as her body tried to coax an orgasm from me.
Having such a beautiful older woman beneath me, someone admirable and sexy at once, letting me take the lead with her - well, it really would be impossible for me to last too long. I just let go then, sighing into her mouth as my hips jerked and I fired off a few delightfully pleasant sprays inside her, breaking off the kiss to pant desperately atop her. She wore a warm smile, her fingers trailing through my hair absently, along my back, a soft kiss arriving on my cheek unbidden as she lay beneath me.
I pulled out and off, collapsing onto my ass on the couch, caught between her gorgeous, toned legs, her dripping wet sex not quite hidden by her rumpled up skirt. She shifted her own weight around, smiling as she sat up, slowly stalking towards me to kiss me on the lips, wrapping her arms around me and just holding me snug.
I'm sure that she was only intending for post-coital cuddling, but my cock rapidly hardened again, brushing and smearing against her stomach, earning a soft laugh from the older woman. "Ah... wasted youth," she said, reaching down to my cock, gently stroking it. "I should have taken more advantage of you American boys when I was your age," she said. She blushed slightly. "Sorry, that was-"
"Dead sexy," I told her, which was the honest truth. She wore a sweet smile, nibbling on my earlobe as she continued to stroke me.
"Do you want to take it to the bedroom?" She suggested, her words a hot whisper full of desire. I just nodded, and she quickly got off the couch, taking me by the hand to her bedroom, finally pulling off her skirt and tossing it aside. I was surprised to see it was clean-shaven; most girls here didn't seem to bother. "Do you like it?" She asked, with a faint smile. "It's to make it easier for men to..." My distaste for the thought of eating out a pussy I'd just come in must have shown, because she stopped talk. "Well, regardless." We were standing by the bed at this point, her hand on my cheek, almost motherly in her gentle demeanor, except for the fact that she was completely naked besides a knife strapped to her calf - presumably, her power. "Would you rather be on the top, or the bottom?"
"I'd rather-" I paused a moment, considering her sexy body, looking at her beautiful features, her easy, confident smile that helped put me at ease. I mentally reminded myself that even Sophia had considered it insulting that I had been so reticent to ask for a blowjob, and was happy to come over from a text that just said 'come suck me off'. "Please suck me off," I said to Hannah.
She let out a light laugh at that, playfully kissing me on the lips. "If that's what you'd like. Lie down," she said, going into the bathroom for a moment. I waited patiently for her to come back, with a wet hand towel, which she promptly rubbed all over my erect cock as it pointed up at the ceiling, washing away any remnant of her juices. Once she was satisfied with her work, she tossed it back into the bathroom with an easy throw, and began to kiss at my cock, her lips pressing softly against the tip, hazel eyes staring up at me while she got to work.
Her blowjob began almost painfully teasing, a constant peppering of kisses, little breaths brushing against my bare length, my dick throbbing and twitching intermittently as she kept it up. It was almost unbearable, and at last, my hand went to her head, making her gaze flick up to meet mine, a faint hint of confusion in her eyes, as if she wasn't clear on how what she was doing was teasing.
Whether it was sincere or not, I gripped the base of my cock and started to press my tip against her lips, smearing a few droplets of precum against those pretty, soft lips of hers. They soon curled into a smile, and a moment later, she opened up expectantly, easily letting me guide her down my length. I wasn't terribly surprised to find that she seemed to have no gag reflex at all, taking me to the base in a long, wonderful stroke, her throat bulging to accommodate my girth, her hazel eyes never breaking eye contact with me.
I can't describe the feeling in that moment, the raw urge to establish even more control than I already had, to really set the pace now. I gathered her hair up into a ponytail, and used it to start fucking her face up and down my cock. I wasn't rough or overzealous, keeping a pretty steady, reasonable pace, just enjoying the sight of the Miss Militia, smiling with her eyes up at me as she was getting facefucked on my cock.
Her hands went to my thighs, softly running along them, just the sweetest expression on her face as if she was overjoyed to suck me off, like it was just so wonderful to see me here. I was already starting to squirm a bit, legs kicking, breaths escaping my throat, and every show of pleasure on my part just made that rapturous expression of hers even more intense, her tongue flashing along the underside of my cock, trying to provoke even more of a response from me.
I played it up a little, I'll admit, but she definitely was doing a great job. I groaned and squirmed beneath her, my fingers tightening on the impromptu ponytail I'd gathered her hair into, pumping her up and down that little bit faster as her tongue slithered about inside her mouth. The smile in her eyes only grew more intense the stronger my response got, the more I acted as if I could hardly control myself from the pleasure. She just kept up the movements of her tongue on the underside of my cock, faintly humming here and there.
I could feel my balls churn, and at last, I just dragged her down into my pelvis, pressing her nose into my pelvic bone. I was glad that Amy had decided to make all the hair there fall out, because it no doubt made it more pleasant for Hannah than it otherwise would have been, and my thighs locked on either side of her head as I came right down her throat, my hips bucking against her face. Even then, her eyes never turned away from my face in the least, delighting in pleasuring me this way.
When I was spent, I let her go, and she soon pulled herself back, wiping at her chin even as she smiled merrily down at me. My hard-on, somehow, had not gone down just yet, a fact that she was definitely very appreciative of, her hand stroking me up and down. "Can I confess something to you?" She breathed out, as my cock twitched in her hand. I was out of breath enough to just nod up and down. "I have a bit of an American boy fetish," she explained. "I came to America right around puberty, and unlike back in Basan, you all dress so... provocatively." Her tongue flashed along her upper lip, and she shifted her body so she was straddling me once again, her lower lips teasing at my cock. "You're definitely something extra special, though," she told me, her voice soft and sweet as she moved to engulf me once more.
"You're definitely something special yourself," I replied, my hands going to her hips, grasping them and dragging her down my cock, making her let out a soft, pleasant moan as I ground my cock deep inside her.
She bucked her hips against my grasp, twisting her upper body around in ways that really showed off that gorgeous, fit physique of hers, lithe and toned all at once, muscles visible just beneath her olive skin, her sex squeezing and tightening on my cock intermittently. She let me take the lead on setting the pace, but she didn't just meekly submit or let me do whatever I liked - she'd add in a little something special, buck her hips, lean down to kiss my lips, run her hands along my chest and grope me, and just generally be an energetic partner. When I'd get particularly intense, she'd either go along with it, or fight back, more in a teasing way than anything else, arresting her movement and clenching her thighs around my hips to really grind herself down against me.
She showed a hell of a lot of endurance, too, though part of that was probably that I was doing a lot of the work. She'd come intermittently, either just from the sheer force I was fucking her on my cock, or else due to my strategic applications of my power. Her skin soon grew slick with sweat, dark hair sticking to bare skin, her eyes rolled up in pleasure as she came again and again, hard nipples perky and inviting me to suckle and nibble at them.
"Ah, that's it, fuck me, fuck me, you American slut," she gasped out at one point, then a flush appeared on her cheeks as she realized what she'd said. I just gave her a cocky grin and pulled her down into another rough kiss, my tongue freely invading her mouth, nonverbally reassuring her I didn't care if she called me a slut.
Sophia had inured me to it, after all.
I was the one who was exhausted first of the two of us, surprisingly enough, my cock finally flagging after my fifth orgasm of the visit, around an hour after she'd started fucking me. She just smiled down at me, brushing her fingers through my hair, sweetly kissing me on the forehead. "Do you need to head home? I can drive you." She glanced at the window - it had gotten dark out. She wrung her hands, somewhat nervous, now. "I'll drop you off a block away? It- I'm sorry, it's unfair to you- I never even asked-"
I reached out for her wrist, dragging her over to me, making her all but tumble right on top of me. "It's fine. This was great. I'd love to do it again, and I don't mind keeping it a secret."
She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I'm sorry to be so... selfish."
"It's totally fine," I replied, kissing her on the lips once again, starting to stretch. "I'll take a shower, get dressed, and you can drive me most of the way home."
"Great. Thank you. Is... Sophia...?" She let her voice trail off inquisitively, leaving unvoiced the hundred questions that might partly explain my behavior tonight besides the fact that Sophia had actively encouraged me to fuck her.
"Sometimes I need a break from her," I replied, rolling my shoulders. "She's great, though." I didn't want her to go around thinking she could or should steal me away from Sophia. "I'll call you again some time?"
"Yes." Her answer came way too quickly. "If you'd like to. Whether it's talking or more." There was a brief pause, the awkwardness of this whole situation seeming to become clear all at once to her. "You should take that shower."
* * *
"How was she?" Sophia asked, from her position straddling me, her tight cunt currently wrapped around my cock as I lay on my back, naked in my room. "She's so uptight, I bet she's a freak in the sack," she continued, pressing herself down against my pelvis. "Come on. I couldn't watch. Describe it to me. Describe how you whored yourself out to Miss Militia on my say-so, you little slut," she breathed, eyelashes almost fluttering as she leaned down over me, close enough to kiss.
I related the events of the night, albeit with some strategic points of emphasis and other things left to the side. The way that Hannah seemed sincerely concerned about if my relationship with Sophia was actually terrible and this was just a way of escapism fell by the wayside; the occasional, rare comment about my nature as a slut, an American, or just a white guy, got emphasized as if they were the only dirty things she said the whole night. I knew how to play to my audience, and Sophia got off on me sexually degrading myself at her command, her pace getting quicker atop me as I recounted every last detail.
"Yeah, I'll bet," she said, squirming atop me, her eyes wild with lust. "She sucked you off, huh?" She licked her lips, pink flesh briefly flicking out. "How was it, slut? Was it worth losing another little bit of your dignity?" It took me a second or two to respond as I tried to figure out what, exactly, was the right dirty talk to give back to her. Sophia misinterpreted that, her pace getting even faster, just pounding away. "You're ashamed, huh? Ashamed of being such a slut? I'm surprised you can still feel, feel," she swallowed, and I used my power to push her over the edge, making her come hard on top of me, her cunt squeezing and gripping my length with frantic force, working overtime to wring out another orgasm from me. She brought her hand up to her mouth, half-biting down on it, trying to keep her voice down so my parents wouldn't hear.
"Getting to orgasm is all I live for now," I said, making her roll her eyes in a way that was more 'delirious pleasure' than 'okay dial it back.' "How can I be ashamed of a woman making me come, over and over? It's my only purpose as a man," I explained to her, making her orgasm seem to stretch onward as the sheer arousing contents of my words drove her wild.
The next moment, she was mashing her face against mine, fingers practically clawing at my scalp as her tongue slithered into my mouth, her hips pumping away, pounding my cock deep inside her over and over. It was probably for the best that I'd come so many times with Hannah - it meant it would take me longer to come, and let Sophia go absolutely wild atop me before I finally ran out of endurance and started coming.
After I came, she draped her body atop me, cuddling and pressing her gorgeous, fit, dark body up against my own, bare breasts pressing against my chest. "Hey..." she mumbled, sounding vaguely sleepy in her new position. "Is it cool if I stay the night?"
"Go ahead," I said. If she stayed the night, that meant there was a very high probability of getting wakeup sex.
"Thanks, it's just, I don't want to-" she cut herself off, snuggling in against me. "Anyway. You're good for more than just sex," she said, kissing my neck before seeming to immediately drift off to sleep.
I just pulled the covers over us and let myself fall asleep too. I was running low on energy myself, after all.
