Sophia's suggestion the previous night - that I make Hannah come her brains out - weighed in my mind the whole next day throughout school. I hadn't done much of that, using my power on and off in relatively subtle ways, just making sure the girls I fucked enjoyed the hell out of themselves with it. Most of the girls I'd had sex with had a kind of youthful insecurity to them, a need to prove themselves sexually as if much of their identity was grounded in their sexual prowess. I couldn't blame them, since a lot of my identity was now wrapped up in my power-granted sexual prowess.
Hannah was different. While she wanted to get me off, she also didn't mind me getting on top or fucking her silly. Never complained or even seemed anxious about coming too much or too quick. She seemed playful and confident even when she was coming, and it was really damn sexy.
I wondered what would happen if I used my power to make her come constantly as I fucked her. Would she get embarrassed about it, her dusky cheeks lighting up with humiliation? Would she completely slide easily into the orgasmic bliss, not complaining even after the fact, maybe even asking for more? Thoughts like that preoccupied me during the whole school period, badly enough I wished Sophia had grabbed me during lunch and fucked me in the bathrooms like she often did.
I wound up having to be the one to get her alone, and obviously she instantly bragged about it to the other members of her track team as I interrupted her. "Sorry, gals, looks like my boy wants some one-on-one time," she said, a smirk to her lips. "I don't know if I'll be back before lunch ends," she added, giving a quick wave before following me out into the girl's restroom, where I promptly pressed her up against the wall and started fucking her hard into it.
I wasn't overly kind with my sex, just roughly pumping away, her arms wrapped around my neck, legs half-dangling around my waist, but she certainly didn't seem to mind much. "Mmm, what has you so horny, slut?" She breathed out in my ear.
"I want to fuck- her, all night long," I told her, practically breathing the words into her ear as they came out. I could feel her tighten up on my cock. "Can you cover for me with my parents?" I grunted out, as I kept fucking into her.
"Is she that good?" She asked, her face hard to read given she was constantly jerking and bouncing on my dick.
I shook my head. Even if I couldn't quite make out her feelings on the subject, I definitely was never ging to even slightly suggest there was a girl who was better than Sophia. "No, I just want to try... really messing a girl up," I explained, making her break into a smile, grasping my hair, pulling me into a rough kiss. Her tongue slithered hungrily into my mouth, twisting and rolling around in place, panting hot breaths as her fingers scraped along my scalp.
When she broke off the kiss, she was still smiling. "You want to make the bitch addicted to your cock to give me an easier time, don't you, slut?" She breathed out, already telling herself whatever lies she could think of to make herself feel better. Her hands rested on my shoulders, her back pressed up against the stall wall, my cock throbbing inside her as she spoke. "That's a good boy," she said, before leaning forward to peck me on the lips again. "I'll make sure your parents think you're nice and snug sleeping in your bedroom, don't worry."
I decided not to correct her misapprehension about my intentions, since she was doing what I wanted. "Thanks," I said, before kissing her on the lips again, just ramming her against the wall loud enough that if anybody had entered the restroom they would have known exactly what was happening. Fortunately (?), nobody did.
I was rough and relentless enough that she didn't come by the sheer natural fucking, so when I finally did let go inside her, groaning into her ear as I leaned over her, pressing my forehead against the wall right next to her, I used my power to make her come. She let out a quiet little noise of surprise and pleasure, fingers digging into my shoulders as I found sweet, sweet release inside her quivering, squeezing, gripping, grinding cunt, her body seemingly working overtime to wring out another orgasm from me.
When I finished, I panted and let her down onto the ground. She wore the smuggest smirk in the world as she pulled her pants back on, giving me a long, lusty gaze. "You really are addicted," she said, running her fingers along my chin, brushing her thumb against my lips for a moment before kissing me. "Horny little slut," she teased, groping my ass cheek. "Don't worry. I'll take care of it whenever you need. And you can fuck you-know-who absolutely stupid, as long as you make sure she starts cutting me slack."
She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and let go, practically prancing out of the bathroom like she was on cloud nine.
* * *
I went to Hannah's almost immediately after school - she'd told me that she had the day off, which meant that I had the day on. She was clearly surprised to see me as I opened the door, her lips parted in a tiny 'o' shape as she saw me standing there. "This is a surprise," she said, and I just strode into the house, letting her quickly close the door behind me. "What brings you over so early?"
"I want to fuck you hard," I told her, which was the honest truth, my hand soon gripping her by the ass cheek, grasping her body and pulling her into me. She just let out a playful little laugh. "I want to fuck you until neither of us can move any more," I explained, and her smile got, if anything, even brighter, lips curling up into a manic grin as my hard cock pressed against her hip, my lips finding her own a moment later, tongues twining together and twisting in the space between our mouths, hers lapping up my drool, mine lapping up hers.
I kept up the kiss as I guided her back towards her bedroom - once there, I all but threw her down onto the bed, anticipating what was about to come, my cock twitching in my pants as I leered down at her. I grabbed the base of my shirt, pulling it up and off - when it came free, I saw Hannah already doing much the same, revealing dusky dark skin and a sports bra that was also soon discarded.
I leaned down over her, kissing her on the lips, and her hands went for my pants, no permission even asked this time whether explicitly or implicitly, hurriedly undoing the button, starting to zip them off. I mirrored the movements on her own clothes, and within a few seconds of wriggling on the bed, we'd both reached a state of total nakedness. My hard cock brushed against her bare stomach, smearing precum as it went, while my lips just kept up the kiss, sucking on her tongue and drinking in every twitch and subtle movement of her body.
It was too much to bare for long, though - soon enough, I'd grasped my cock, angling it at her slick sex, teasing her lower lips, her juices already dripping all around my tip as I did so. I enjoyed the soft feeling of her lips against mine, her tongue teasing and dancing with delight. Even those feminine fingers brushed and ran across my bare skin, tracing out every muscle, every bit of bone, every shape with the utmost interest. Eventually, though, they slid down to my ass cheek, gripping it firmly and guiding me forward, sweet and gentle as she tried to tell me that she wanted it without seeming too demanding.
I immediately slammed my cock to the base inside her and made her come, hard. Her back arched, a long squeal escaping her throat, her eyes going wide as I filled her up in a heartbeat. She was a muscular woman, and that applied to her cunt too, the tight hole squeezing all around my length, driving me absolutely wild as I pressed myself deep, deep inside her, just holding in place as I kept her coming, and coming.
I couldn't make her come forever, of course - that would be suspicious. But a minute or two? I just held myself down inside her as her body continued to convulse and buck, her expression a mix of blissful ecstasy and uncertainty at what she was feeling and how it was even possible. I hadn't done anything more than stuck my dick inside her, and she was writhing on the bed in a seemingly endless orgasm, her lips finally breaking off from mine to suck in deep, heavy breaths, while her eyes unfocused and stared at my forehead dimly.
It was a beautiful sight, and I admired it for a long few seconds, leaning up to drink in the way that she undulated like a serpent, spine twisting from side to side, before I finally let her come down from her ecstatic bliss, her whole body shivering in the afterglow as she collected herself. I made a few long, soft thrusts, just admiring her body, now slick with sweat, olive skin glistening in the light of her bedroom as she panted desperately for air.
"Ha, haaa," she breathed out, each raspy breath full of a desperate need to recover. "You... that was... ah..." she sighed. Her words were somewhere between complimentary and apologetic, astounded at how good she'd felt and sorry about not really being able to meaningfully contribute to the sex, other than acting as a quivering place to stick my dick.
"It was great, Hannah," I told her, kissing her on the lips. "I'm glad this American boy could make you feel so good." She let out a quiet little moan, soft and sweet, as I spoke those words, as if they were the things that would make her the happiest woman in the world, her eyelashes fluttering up at me.
I could hardly take it, naturally. Hannah had never shown the slightest sign of resistance or humiliation when I got dominant with her - I don't think she was a submissive like Spitfire had been, but I was quite sure she didn't have the same neuroses that most girls my age had, the need to prove herself sexually. She was completely confident in herself, and that confidence manifested as her letting me do as I liked with her body.
I took hold of her thighs, twisting her legs up until her ankles rested on my shoulders; then I leaned down and forward, lips meeting hers as my tongue hungrily slithered down into her mouth, twisting about and brushing at her palate and gums, making her squirm and jerk. I intensified said jerking by sending another intense, long lasting orgasm through her, and this time it was accompanied by a furious pounding, the wet sounds of our bodies slapping together filling the room as I went wild on her.
Her hands dangled on either side of her; her tongue was limp in my mouth; even her jerks were sporadic and mindless, her hips twisting, her back arching, without any coherent purpose or direction. Her hands clenched into fist then simply fell slack, fingers splayed freely. I pulled back from the kiss, loosening her legs for the moment, to drink her in like that, the gorgeous, glistening body, the well-shaven bare skin, the loose look in her beautiful green eyes as they haphazardly ran over me, unfocused no matter where they looked, her lips parted and a single trickle of drool running down one cheek as she kept on jerking beneath me.
I let her off of that orgasm, flipping her over onto her belly a moment later, flopping against the bed loosely, while my cock remained inside her the whole while. Her insides twisted about, and she gasped for air in the afterglow of such an intense, sustained orgasm, her mouth working at the air, her brain clearly pretty fried. It was incredibly sexy, something Sophia would never let me get away with it, but when Hannah managed to speak, it was just to say, "My word you're good, keep fucking me, with that American cock, sorry for, being so-"
I slammed into her again, prompting another orgasm in the same moment, making her quiver and jerk wildly, flopping about on the bed like she was a worm trying to inch its way forward, her juices gushing all over my cock. Every inch of my dick was coated in her warm wetness, and I just kept going, grasping her by the hips and pounding away, shifting her butt further and further up into the air to give me a better angle. Her cheek pressed against the bed beneath her, eyes unfocused, her hands occasionally clawing at the sheets, her shoulders pressed down, while I just got to admire the back side of her gorgeous body, her dark hair flowing all over her features in an erratic pattern. I pulled it away so I could get a better view of her profile, her eyes flicking up towards me as she panted heavily, some spittle already starting to form a small puddle beneath her mouth.
"It's great," I breathed out, as I kept going, making the bed bounce and squeak with each passing moment. "I really like seeing you like this. Sophia would never let me do this to her," I explained, and she smiled limply, closing her eyes and letting the pleasure wash over her. I pushed her into another orgasm, wanting to see the whites of her eyes as she came her brains out, and that's exactly what I got, those bottle glass green eyes of hers rolling up so hard you couldn't see the pupils, the whole bed noisily bouncing as I kept going, ignoring the constant tightening and constricting of her cunt as she came hard beneath me.
I lost track of time, fucking her like that. She got sweaty, naturally, her whole body soon glistening in the room. The thick scent of her arousal filled the room as her juices dribbled down her inner thighs. I shifted her position around, on occasion: once, so a single leg rested on my shoulder, her naked body displayed to anybody who might open the door to her room; another time, so that she was resting atop me, my hands just grabbing her hips and fucking her up and down my cock like I was jerking off, while she simply limply flopped around atop me; I grabbed her and hung her legs off the edge of the bed so I could stand while I fucked her, so I could admire her gorgeous body as I frantically fucked away at her tight cunt.
I lost track of how many times I came inside her, to be honest. The sheer ecstasy of so relentlessly dominating this woman - not some natural submissive like Spitfire, or a girl who would submit but never quite be comfortable with it, like Taylor or Amy, but somebody who neither relished it but gladly and happily submitted to it - was intensely erotic, almost better than orgasming in itself. I fired off creampie after creampie in her needy, tight, constantly-convulsing cunt, until I felt like my brain was about to melt. By the time I finally pulled out of her to take a break, we'd been fucking for over two hours, and she was a complete mess, needing me to shift her around on the bed, resting her head on the pillows and letting her recover.
I took a nice, long shower. I was pretty damn sweaty myself - I'd done all the work, after all - and the pleasantly warm water seemed to fall down in endless waves, washing away all the sweat and calming me from my intense, earlier feelings. My legs still felt wobbly from how hard I'd been going at it, so I let myself slide down onto my ass in the tub, just resting my head against the wall and closing my eyes.
I think I must have fallen asleep, at least for a little bit, because when I opened my eyes again, Hannah was on her hands and knees in the tub, her lips wrapped around my cockhead. She gave me a smile with those gorgeous green eyes of hers, her tongue flicking around my slit, teasing me just so, making my hands ball up into fists. She popped back, jerking me off as she spoke up.
"That was the best sex I've ever had," she told me. I was sure it was, as she gingerly kissed the tip of my dick, even giving it a long lick. "Let me pay you back a little. I can tell you love playing the pillow prince, don't you?"
I could only swallow and nod, resting there and watching as she went to work. Rather than swooping my whole cock into her mouth, this time she took her time. She lay perfect little kisses all along the crown, eyes staring up at me as her head swooped and rotated around to get every inch; then her tongue flicked out, running up and down my dick as if she was painting it with her spit, despite the fact that the shower head was still running. Her hands gingerly fondled my balls, rolling them in between her thumb and forefinger, and then she finally took me into her mouth.
The first one was a long, slow movement, her throat gradually swelling to accomodate my girth as she made her way down. All the while, that tongue of hers flashed back and forth like a windshield wiper, seeming to cover every last inch of my dick as my toes curled. I could only swallow, panting softly beneath her as she ground her way further and further down my dick, her eyes staring up at me all the while.
"That's it, suck my American cock," I breathed out, defaulting back to the dirty talk I'd noticed she liked. "You love it, don't you?" There was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes - I guess it wasn't quite the right line for a 'boy' of this world - but nevertheless, she hummed around my length, sending intense waves of pleasure through it, as if to concur that she did, in fact, love sucking American cock. I reached down for her head, running my fingers through her hair as she slurped and suckled and worked my whole dick over, twisting her head from side to side, finally taking me completely to the base for the first time after what felt like an eternity.
Seeing her down there, her nose pressed against my pubes, made me desperately want to do things to her, to grind her face into my pelvis until her brain shut off, to choke her on my cock until she passed out, but I was honestly exhausted and she was doing a great job without my input. She let saliva roll out of her mouth here and there, as she made long, slow, methodical movements up and down my dick, each pass sensual, her head slowly swiveling about as she bobbed on my dick. Her tongue never stopped its work, not even for a second, flicking at every last inch of my dick she could reach as if my cock was the tastiest thing in the world.
Her hands rubbed up and down my thighs, softly coaxing me to come, as if she was really trying to make me come rather than just teasing me. I didn't see any way that was possible - she'd have to be blind, deaf, and stupid not to realize just what effect she was having on me, and given how good she was, that definitely wasn't her intent. So I just submitted to the exquisite, mind-numbing, seemingly endless pleasure, only occasionally gripping my fingers against her head before regaining my senses.
After what felt like an eternity of that teasing blowjob, she pulled back, panting softly, a smile on her lips. "Do you want to come, handsome?" The words were full of so much genuine feeling I couldn't help myself - I just grabbed the back of her head and rammed her down, filling her throat with my cock and grinding her in place. I immediately started to come, spraying out what felt like the largest load of the whole day so far right into her stomach, grinding against her and desperately gasping for air as I did so, my brain seeming to white out for a long, blissful few seconds.
When I was finished coming, I let her go, and she popped off my cock, just smiling gently. Eventually - when I'd recovered the feeling in my legs - we went back to the bedroom. For a while, we cuddled on the bed, her snuggling up against me, absently running her fingers through my hair, telling me that if I ever needed anything I could always ask.
"Ah, actually," I said, remembering something. "Could you be more lax with Sophia on the paperwork?" Her expression was confused, so I kept going. "She gets really frustrated dealing with it. I'm sure she's trying her best." She seemed unwilling to acquiesce, so I kept going. "I don't like her when she's upset."
She let out a sigh, kissing my cheek. "Alright. If that's what you really want."
"It is." I soon recovered enough to get back to fucking her, and I just went absolutely wild on her body, fucking her senseless on the bed while I made her come, over, and over, and over again. If she suspected I was using a power, there wasn't the slightest show of it, as she let me twist her around this way and that, the rough sex stretching out for hours until I was exhausted again, the defaulting back to cuddling until I'd recovered. I probably came twenty times in her that night - she came even more, naturally - and I relished every single orgasm.
* * *
Sophia took me back to her place and made me recount every single detail of my night spent with Hannah. How much I fucked her. How she reacted. She made me explain in excruciating detail exactly what positions I had sex in, as well as their order and duration, and while at first there was clear arousal, after a while, her expression became harder to read, the specifics of her emotions flickering about from moment to moment. I thought I almost saw some jealousy in her gaze, perhaps, which was something I definitely did not want to suddenly encounter. Things with Sophia were great in part because she didn't feel jealous of me being with other women.
When I finished relating everything that had happened, she asked a question I didn't expect: "How long did the blowjob go on for?"
"I didn't really keep track of time," I admitted. Her lips quirked awkwardly, then she grabbed my pants, just starting to yank them down.
"Ten minutes? Twenty? An hour?" She demanded. "Was it the best it could have been? Anything she could have improved on?"
"She really dragged it out," I said, as my cock popped free. "I would have rather come soon-" I was cut off as she swooped down, taking my whole length into her throat in a heartbeat, grasping my thighs tightly as she ground herself in place in my pelvis. Her eyes seemed to challenge me, demanding I tell her that this was the best blowjob ever. I decided to restrain myself from just saying that outright, instead very subtly manipulating her. "She should have been rougher. Just gone at it, fucked her face on my coooo~ock," I was rendered unable to meaningfully talk as she started to fuck her face up and down my cock.
The look on her face was dead sexy, the determined knitting of her brow, almost furious as she just fucked her face on my cock, mouth opening wide to accomodate my girth as she went at it with absolutely relentless force. If it hadn't been Sophia doing it, I might have worried she was going to bruise herself just slamming her face into my crotch like that, over and over again. "She used, her tongue, a lot," I breathed out, more subtle manipulation that Sophia instantly fell into, her tongue flicking back and forth on the underside of my cock, flattening and spreading to act like a red carpet to her throat, and a dozen other things as it twisted all about inside her mouth to do her level best to fuck her face into my crotch.
"Ah, fuck, that's so good, Sophia," I breathed out, unable to really think much else beyond that, just accepting the wonderful sensation of a tight throat wrapping around my dick, an eager tongue caressing it, and a beautiful face pumping up and down. Her expression softened, then, quiet cold anger replaced by frantic passion, giddy with a smug sense of self-confidence now that she'd firmly established in her own mind that she was a better fellatrix than Hannah.
It was just so good. She could be a bitch sometimes, sure. She was possessive in a weird way, domineering fairly constantly, but she also made it her goal at other times to very firmly establish that she was the absolute best girl in the world and I should be super thankful it was her down there bobbing on my dick and not some other girl. Saliva splashed out of her mouth as she facefucked herself, harder and harder with every passing second, just pounding away.
It felt fucking great, and the look in her eyes as my back arched and my hips bucked, the overwhelming sense of smugness, was something uniquely sexy and uniquely Sophia. My fingers dug into the back of her head and I lost all control, fucking away at her face. While she sputtered somewhat, she didn't resist, didn't use her power to pull away from me - she let me get rough with her throat, using it like a masturbation aid, and if anything it was just making her even more smug about her situation, as she firmly established in her mind that I was completely lost in lust to her in far shorter order than I'd taken to get driven crazy by Hannah.
I came right down her throat, shuddering and bucking my hips as I came right down her throat, balls slapping at her chin as I found release. My hands gripped her and held her right in my groin, firm and forceful, practically choking her on my cock - all the while, there was that smug look in her gaze, the cocky feeling of domination despite the fact that, back in my world, this would definitely have been viewed as the guy being the dominant one.
When I was completely spent, I finally pulled her off, and she caught her breath, panting and wiping at her chin as her breasts rose and fell in her shirt. "My blowjobs are better, right, slut?"
"Obviously," I agreed, instantly. "I really love your..." It was hard to put into words, and she just quirked an eyebrow as I tried to think it through. "The way you... work so hard."
"It sounded like MM was working pretty hard," Sophia said, with a knitting of her brow.
"It's not the same. She's being friendly and giving, I guess is how I'd explain it - you're just trying to show off. The difference between driving fast because it gets you where you want to go, and driving fast because you're in a race."
She hummed at that, leaning over me for a moment, eyes seeming to dig into my soul. "So you think I ride you like a stunt biker?" She asked, as she popped the button for her pants. I nodded. "That's kinda hot," she said, tracing one finger down my throat towards my chest. "Let's see how your engine runs after you just injected me with your fuel." I resisted the urge to snort at the line - the way she tried too hard sometimes was one of her major charm points, after all.
"Whatever you want," I told her, as she wormed her way out of her pants.
"That's right," she agreed. "Whatever I want."
She slammed down my cock the next moment, making me groan in pleasure and ending the conversation completely.
