Sophia had called me out for a date. We had gone on a few, but most of our intimacy was in the bedroom, and even on the dates, there was always that undercurrent of sexualization - getting me to try on skinny jeans and tight shirts, taking me out to get my hair dyed, showing me off at some party or other.
This time, though, was a bit different. She had me get out the bike I hadn't ridden in years from my parents' garage and go out around the town with her. I did notice that with my enhanced body, it was a hell of a lot easier to bike long distances than I remembered it being. She led the way, backpack slung over her shoulder, occasionally glancing back over her shoulder as we made our way along the edges of the street, giving me a smile here and there as she guided us to the Boardwalk.
Once we were there, she pretty much immediately took me to a photo booth, just dragging me inside with her. Her poses in the photo booth were affectionate: one arm wrapping around me, giving a victory sign to the camera and a cheery smile; kissing me sweetly on the cheek as her hand danced (out of sight of the camera) along my cock; hopping into my lap and draping her arms back over my head as she pressed her cheek up against mine, still smiling.
"Which one do you like best?" She asked, as we exited the booth and copies were printed out. She dangled them in front of me for a moment, and I looked through them, eventually settling on the one where she was in my lap, her affection more primal and less dominant in the picture. "Hmm." She just slipped the photos into her back pocket. "Go grab a couple ice creams, you know my favorite flavor," she said, as she pulled out a ten dollar bill from her wallet and put it in my hand. "I have to take a piss."
I resisted the urge to smile at the unladylike comment and just nodded, going into the nearby ice cream shop and buying her vanilla and my chocolate. I spent a minute or so licking away before she finally showed back up, settling down across from me and starting to eat. "Anywhere you want to go in particular?" She asked, almost playful as she licked at her own ice cream - then she seemed to realize the opportunity and actually started making a bit of a show of it, a crass smile on her lips. Only for a couple seconds, though; she soon got embarrassed and shifted to eating it normally.
We wandered the Boardwalk for probably an hour or so, ducking into various shops. Sophia held my hand plenty, fingers squeezing as we went to bookstores and game shops and a couple clothing places too. In the clothing places, she was even on her best behavior, just letting me look around for what I was interested in rather than picking out some lacy underwear or tight shirt for me to wear.
Eventually, she took me to the movie theater, picking out a film that I didn't immediately recognize. It was apparently a Teen Wolf remake, though the main character was female, with the main thrust of the story being a romance that bounced back and forth between sweet and overbearing, the girl in question struggling to control her animalistic urges (which I couldn't have said for sure whether they were meant to be violent or sexual) around her math nerd boyfriend. It culminated in a dramatic fight with another werewolf for the life of said boyfriend, and then she had to convert him to be a werewolf to keep him from dying.
It was weird to watch, seeing all the inversions in full effect. The shy stammering and squirming of her boyfriend, uncomfortable with her approach, only egged her on, finding it cute and nobody noting this as exceptional; the way she was constantly watching and spying on him in a way that was genuinely creepy but was cast as just protective and concerned; the way she was incredibly dangerous and he was incredibly weak and meek but that just intensified the apparent lust between them.
To my surprise, Sophia was actually a perfect gentleman during the movie. I half expected her to make me start fingering her, but she didn't. I considered dragging her hand over to my pants, having her jerk me off, but decided to just wait and see what was up with her.
After the movie ended, she briefly stopped off at a picture frame store, leaving me outside to wait before she returned. She grabbed my hand again, taking me back to the bikes. "Let's go back to your place," she said, as she put on her helmet.
"Aight," was my reply, before we set off.
When she had me up in her bedroom, rather than pushing me down on the bed and fishing out my dick, she instead sat me down on the edge. Given our relationship thus far, I then assumed she was going to give me a blowjob; instead, she sat down next to me, opening up her backpack and pulling out two-gift wrapped items, both flat rectangles. "Here," she said, handing them over. There was an awkwardness to the movement - it was clear she hadn't done this much in the past.
I opened the first up, finding a fantasy novel entitled Moribito: Guardian of the Spirit. I absently flipped it over, reading the back copy. It was apparently some kind of fantasy romance with some spear-wielder woman and a herbalist male love interest. I didn't recognize the title from my own world, so I couldn't immediately note any relevant differences. Sophia watched me with a certain quantity of sheepishness and curiosity, wondering what I'd think of it. "Thanks," I told her, before opening the other gift.
I initially expected it to be another book, but instead it was a picture frame, holding the very photo that we had just recently taken on our date. I could see her squirm out of the corner of my eye. "This is really thoughtful," I told her, turning my attention to her face, and she showed relief.
"Good. I was trying to do something romantic, you know?" I nodded, and she leaned over towards me, perching her chin on my shoulder. Her lips were tantalizingly close to me, but in a clear act of extreme restraint, she wasn't groping my very erect cock through my pants as she stared me down. Her lips worked for a moment, but no sign came out, as if she was trying to finish her thought but couldn't quite finish it. "This is too weird, whatever." She grasped my shoulders and pushed me down onto my back on the bed, straddling my body as she started to unzip my pants. "You want to fuck, don't you, slut?"
"I was thinking about taking your hand and putting it on my crotch when we were watching that movie," I said, and she practically shivered in response to those words, her hands soon stroking my length, staring down at me with raw, animalistic lust, one hand slipping its way under my shirt and slowly sliding the fabric upwards.
"I'm trying to be nice and all you can think about is fucking," she practically purred out, clearly deeply aroused by the thought. She started to worm her way out of her shorts and panties, tossing them aside in a few seconds before she began to tease her lower lips against my cock. "Horny little slut," she breathed out. "Why even bother," she half-muttered, before slamming herself down on my cock, casting her head back for a long, lovely moment.
"I do appreciate it," I told her, since I definitely did enjoy her being so... nice. My hands reached for her ass cheeks, groping and squeezing them, grinding my cock deep inside her for a moment, earning a pleasant smile from her.
"I'll bet," she panted, leaning down over me, finding my lips with her own as she started to pump herself up and down on my cock, her wet sex slick and tight around my length. Her tongue invaded my mouth forcefully, rubbing against my gums and palate, her hands soon coming up to clasp my head, practically grinding my face against hers just as she ground her wet sex down against my hard cock. She pulled back, letting out a quick breath before straightening up, using her new position to really start to fuck me, pounding away at my cock. "You're mine," she said, her hands landing on my shoulders, fingers digging into my shirt for a moment as she stared down at me, intensity in her voice. "That means you're valuable, slut. You understand? Don't be down on yourself, it's good you've become my loyal slut."
Was this... did she think I had low self-esteem or something? I nodded quickly, hands going to her shirt, starting to pull it up; she took her hands off my shoulders and hurriedly pulled her top up and off, leaving her wearing just a sports bra that seemed perfectly sculpted to her pert breasts. I kept her from taking it off. "I understand, Sophia. Thank you." Had I gone too far with my dirty talk at some point?
"Yeah, that's right," she breathed out, starting to peel my own shirt up and off. "You oughtta thank me. I just dumped a bunch of money on you." She panted a bit as her pace got faster, her hands groping and squeezing at my bare chest. "You're my, fucking, slut, got it?" She panted out, each word accompanied by a furious thump of her ass against my pelvis, my cock spearing deep inside her. I nodded, admiring her body as I used my power to push her up and over the edge. She slammed down on my cock immediately, her hips subtly jerking with my entire cock inside her. Every inch of her insides caressed and tightened around my cock, like the most forceful handjob I'd ever received, my toes curling as she twitched in place before she finally came down, letting out a long pant as she leaned down over me.
She kissed me on the lips once more, this time soft and affectionate as she rested her body against mine. Her tongue played no role in the press of our bodies against one another, just soft breaths brushing across my lips as she kissed me sweetly. When she pulled back, she also pulled up, removing my cock from its snug confinement in her cunt, waddling up my body until her cunt was right in front of my face, then finally settling down atop me, pressing her lower lips against my mouth.
"Listen up slut," she said, as she ground herself against me - I opened my mouth, letting my tongue flick out to tease her lower lips and clit. "You're mine. You belong to me," she explained, her fingers scraping along my scalp as my own hands came up to grope and squeeze her ass cheeks, enjoying the feeling of muscle there. "Yeah, I whore you out, use your cock whenever I want, but I take care of you, right? I watch over you, make sure you don't get raped, let you come whenever you ask." She ground my face that little bit more insistently against her cunt. "You're my precious slut, my obedient bottle blonde himbo," she explained, her voice firm and overflowing with lust as she ground herself harder and harder against my face, hot pants escaping her throat.
I couldn't respond, being busy licking at Sophia's wet sex, but I used my power to make her come repeatedly atop me at strategic moments, even as she kept going on with her long, frantic monologue, half-directed to me, half to herself. I was hers, I belonged to her, she'd take care of me, my cock was for her pleasure but she'd let me come, she cared about me but she wanted me to always eat her out on command; it was a bit of a mess, honestly, and I worried that perhaps subbing for her had wound up creating an impossible-to-disentangle mess of logical contradictions in her head.
Mostly, though, I just enjoyed watching her orgasm again and again atop me, her mouth stretching into a yawning chasm as she let out moans and squeals, saliva sometimes escaping her mouth before she hurriedly wiped it away. Her words became more manic and incoherent, her emphasis slowly switching from trying to assuage my feelings to just getting herself off, from "You're mine, I'll take care of you as long as you're good," to "Take it, take it you slut! This is what your mouth was made for, eating pussy!"
Eventually, she pulled off my face, sagging down onto my stomach, smearing her dripping wet cunt against my belly and leaving a trail of slime. She let out a few long breaths, her expression almost delirious as she rested there, clearly pretty out of it from the intensity of what she'd just done. Her breasts - still trapped in her white sports bra that highlighted their exact size and heft against her dark skin - rose and fell with each desperate breath, her expression one of post-coital brain death.
Unfortunately, I hadn't actually gotten to come. Arguably fortunately, in that I didn't want to eat out her pussy after I'd come in it, but I was still rock hard and she was clearly just a bit too tired to do anything more. She wasn't even looking at me, eyes lazily staring into the middle distance.
"I want to fuck you, Sophia," I told her, my hands coming up to her hips.
"I'm tired, slut," she breathed out.
"Because I ate out your pussy like a good boy," I reminded her. Her eyes blinked rapidly as if the entire thought I'd just proposed was alien and incomprehensible. "So I should be rewarded, shouldn't I?"
She let out a little breath. "Yeah, yeah." She wiped at her own forehead, swiping away the sweat that had built up there. "Fine. Okay." She just unceremoniously tumbled off me. "I'm tired. You do the work now, slut."
A brief thought went through my head, of the equivalent situation - the guy facefucking the hell out of his girlfriend, then being so tuckered out that he just lay down on his ass on the bed and told her to ride him while he did everything short of fall asleep - and I restrained myself from snorting. I didn't care, after all. Hell, it was even sexy, seeing Sophia reduced to this lazy, fucked-stupid state, her breaths soft as I got in between her legs and just rammed my dick inside her, making her practically bounce on the bed, grasping her thighs as I started to ram away.
Her response was just to jerk in pleasure, her expression shifting into a kind of blissful exhaustion, little breaths escaping her throat as her eyelashes fluttered erratically. I kept a firm hold on her thighs as I went at it, admiting the way that gorgeous, well-toned body was made into a plaything for my pleasure for the moment, my eyes running across her body.
Sophia had an almost neurotic need to be in charge of our relationship, so I decided it was probably for the best to play my role. What would a girl say in this kind of situation? "This is the pussy that made me into a man," I grunted out, as I fucked away. "The pussy that turned me into your personal sex addict," I said, and there was a sly smile on her lips at that, smugness practically radiating even as she jerked beneath me. I'll admit to cheating a little with my power to make her more aroused and pleasured by what was going on than she otherwise would have been. I wanted to make her feel good too, after all. "It's so good, so tight," I grunted out, my balls slapping at her ass.
"Yeah it is," she practically sputtered out as I fucked her hard in that position, her legs twisted into a W shape. "Your white cock was made for my black cunt," she slurred, before I made her come again, her back arching as her cunt squeezed down and tightened on my cock, her eyes rolling up as her head cast back, dark hair creating an evil halo around her beautiful features.
"It was," I agreed. "My whole body was made to serve as your sexual relief aid, and I love it. I'm completely addicted to the pleasure that being with you makes me feel," I continued, before leaning down over her, pushing her legs a little further back in the process, twisting her body that little bit more as I soon pressed my lips up against hers. The new position let me get really deep inside her, and it felt amazing, for both of us, her hot pants confirming how much she was enjoying this position. She was out of it enough to not even complain about the fact that I hadn't really wiped my mouth since eating her out, even when my tongue slithered into her mouth and started flicking at hers.
It was unbelievably sexy and fun, just fucking her like that, taking the dominant position in everything but name with the dark-skinned beauty who would always, constantly, try to reaffirm that she was in charge of our relationship. Now she was just mewling softly into my mouth, eyes closing as orgasm after orgasm hit her, an application of my power she wasn't complaining about at the moment. I broke off the kiss, panting into her ear as I kept going away. "I love y-" I cut myself off, though she was out of it enough that I don't think she quite caught my words, so I quickly course corrected, "-your pussy."
"I'll bet you, do," she panted, squirming beneath me, legs kicking at the air before another powerful orgasm ran through her, her back arching as her eyes went wide, white sclera contrasting with dark skin. Her whole body twitched, her cunt squeezing down hard on my cock inside her, making me groan in pleasure as I just buried myself inside her for a long moment, enjoying the feeling of the tight caress of her cunt. It felt good enough to push me over the edge, making my fingers dig even tighter into her thighs as I let go.
When I had finished off inside her, I caught my breath, just drinking in a long breath as I rested there, her thighs still in my hands, my half-erect cock still in her tight cunt. I leered down at her, drinking in her naked body, bare stomach, toned muscles, the image of youthful vigor. Her ivory white sports bra - now rather thickly stained with sweat - was honestly sexier than if she'd been topless.
I wound up tumbling onto the bed next to her, making her bounce as I did so. She even let me play the big spoon as I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close. Normally, she'd draped herself atop me one way or another, as if doing so was a way of firmly establishing that she was on top of me in the more metaphorical sense too. She was too tired right now to complain or even think about it, just closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep.
I winced as I thought of what my parents would say if I came home late. Thus far we'd mostly avoided that kind of drama, and given the details of our relationship, I didn't want to risk them suddenly becoming interested in the girl who was whoring their son out to everything with a pulse. "I need to go home," I whispered in her ear, earning a quiet mumble of irritation, her eyelashes fluttering open.
"What?" She asked.
"I need to go home. My parents won't be happy if I spend the night here."
She sighed at that, a long exhalation through her nose. "Ugh."
"I'm going to take a shower and get dressed and go. You can go back to sleep," I told her as I gently slid my arm out from beneath her, which just made her pout.
"Fine," she muttered, in the sort of tone that said it wasn't really fine. I left her there, entering her bathroom and starting up the shower, letting the warm water clean away the sweat and stickiness from my time fucking Sophia senseless. I enjoyed it quite a bit, the feeling of its caress clearing away the aches of exhaustion distracting me and making me lose track of time.
The door to the bathroom opened, Sophia soon striding in behind me, stark naked, pressing her bare breasts against my back without saying hardly a single word. Her tongue ran across my neck, the tender, slick feeling of it even more erotic as water cascaded down around us. Her hands at first groped my chest; then one slid down to my cock, stroking it as she did. "Whose slut are you?" Her voice was a tired mumble, as if she was going through the motions and really wanted to go back to sleep.
"Yours," I told her, without hesitation.
"You love me more than your parents," she said, her fingers stroking my length. Slowly at first, then faster and faster. "You live for sex with me," she breathed out in a whisper in my ear, almost caught beneath the cascade of water and rendered inaudible. "When we're adults, you're going to move in with me, and I'm going to fuck you every day, every night, got that?"
I nodded. I was hardly opposed to the idea, after all. Her fingers squeezed on my cock, another soft breath escaping her throat, her chin perching on my shoulder for the moment.
"Good boy," she said, her handjob becoming more intense. "Goo~ood boy," she half-sang out, her fingers getting faster with the words, as if she was completely cocky and confident in provoking an intense, physical reaction from me this way. "I love how good a boy you are," she whispered, nibbling on my ear. She then whispered one other thing. "What were you going to say, slut? Before you said I love your pussy."
I swallowed at that, and she just let out a chuckle.
"It's okay. You don't have to say it. That's confirmation enough." She kissed my cheek, pressing herself up tighter against my back, her hand on my cock moving faster and faster. "One for the road," she breathed out in my ear as she kept jerking me off, my cock twitching in her grasp as I felt my orgasm rapidly approach, my fingers curling into fists, nails digging into my palm.
I let go shortly thereafter, groaning as my cum splattered out onto the shower floor, and she let out a long breath in my ear before finally disentangling herself from me. She came around to my front, kissing me on the lips with a cocky little peck, before hopping out of the shower and drying herself off; I followed after her in short order, getting dressed, smacking lips, and being all ready to head out on my own...
"You're not thinking of going out this late on your own, right?" She asked, as she followed after me downstairs.
"Oh. Right," was my succinct reply; I had honestly forgotten in the moment. She let out a scoff and shook her head, but didn't offer any more complaint than that.
"Come on, I'll ride with you," she said, slinging her body over her own bike, putting on her helmet.
After she dropped me off at home and started biking back to her place, I headed up to my room and put the book on my dresser to read later (I did wonder how much I'd enjoy a romance from this world, to be honest), and the photo on the nightstand. It was a pretty good photo, after all.
