Amy was on her hands and knees on the couch as I fucked her, the towel under her adding a certain humiliating note to the sex. My fingers were just sinking into that beautiful, freckled ass, and she was panting heavily, her cheeks already flush with color. She'd tilt her head back over to me, the lewdest look in her eyes. "A-ah, yeah, you like my ass, huh? Yeah, you like it."
"He oughta like it, he made it," Sophia said from the sidelines, a certain smug note to her voice. My fingers just kept squeezing that plump booty of hers, watching as the copious, overwhelming flesh flowed in between my fingers, almost squishy as I pounded away. "I don't think you've thanked him for it yet today. You're not unappreciative, are you?"
"N-no," Amy said, immediately. "Thanks, thanks!" She squeaked the words out as I got rougher in her cunt, fingers digging in as I rammed her hard. Sophia just chuckled in enjoyment at the sight and sound, drifting over to my side, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"You're welcome," I said, enjoying the feeling of power. Amy was the second most willingly submissive girl I'd fucked, and though I did wonder about what, specifically, Sophia did to get her acting like this, I didn't mind too much. I was fucking her silly and keeping her ass nice and plump. Even when Sophia wasn't pushing her into it, she was still more than willing to enjoy getting fucked into the couch like this, letting me admire her ass as I rammed away. "I like your ass like this too, so it's no problem. And you like getting fucked like this, don't you?"
"Yes!" Amy's word came out almost as a squeal, her fingers digging into the cushions beneath her as she nearly came right then and there, only barely holding back.
Then we heard a car pull into the driveway. Presumably, Carol (Amy's mom) coming home early. "Fuck," I said, glancing at Sophia. "Okay, you ghost out, I'll try to handle it," I added, hurriedly pulling out of Amy and starting to gather up my clothes. Even Amy was stumbling off the couch to try to gather her discarded clothes, hurriedly picking them up and pulling them on, while Sophia entered her Breaker state and skipped through a nearby door.
We didn't have time to get fully dressed - I was still pulling on my pants when the door was unlocked, and Amy was still fumbling with her bra, having some difficulty due to being weak in the knees. Carol entered the house, wearing a suit. I hadn't seen her in person in the past, but she looked particularly good at the moment, her short blonde hair expertly coiffed, a slightly asymmetrical arrangement that highlighted her face. I think I even caught the whiff of perfume. (Women did still have that, they just didn't wear it as much.)
Carol took one look at the scene: her daughter and I, half-naked, clearly having been fucking on the couch due to the presence of the towel. Then her hand balled into a fist and she just focused in on her daughter. "What do you think you are doing, young lady?"
"I- I, we were, I mean," Amy stammered out, wilting under Carol's withering gaze.
"I come home early, and this is what I find you doing? Is he your boyfriend?" Amy meekly shook her head. "Somehow I'm not surprised. I know you have difficulty with boys but you know there are people trying to take advantage of you for your powers, right?" Amy started to say something, but she was cut off before she could do more than open her mouth. "Don't think with your pussy so much, you little moron!" She snapped her hand around Amy's upper arm, hard enough to make the girl wince. "Go to your room. I'll talk with you when I'm done with this boy." She gave Amy a little push.
Amy offered me a cursory, sympathetic glance backwards, while hurriedly rushing off, just glad to be spared her mother's wrath for the moment.
Carol turned to me, her eyes staring at me grimly. "Let's talk in my office." She jerked her head, wearing an expression that said I really did not have a choice, and I followed after her. When we were arrived, she sighed and took off her suit jacket, hanging it up on a wall hook. She sat down in her desk's chair, spinning it around to face me. "Please, take a seat," she said, gesturing to the other chair in the room.
She looked nice, I realized as I sat down. It wasn't just a matter of being an attractive woman - though it seemed like the Dallons had great genes on that front, with the mild exception of Amy who was just cute. It was more like she'd put a lot of time into her appearance earlier: she'd done her hair nice, put on some perfume, and generally worked to make herself particularly presentable. It didn't seem quite right for it to have been for a client, given a number of family photos didn't have her looking quite so nice.
"Now, young man." She fixed me with a serious stare. "Amy does not need a boyfriend at the moment. She certainly doesn't need a... fuckbuddy." There was just a tinge of disapproval there, something of a surprise to me. Normally, women didn't much care about that kind of stuff, since they were the beneficiaries of slutty men - it was other men who reacted so negatively to sexual promiscuity. "If you are only trying to get close to her for her powers-"
"I'm not," I said, quickly. I wasn't. I mean, yes, it was the reason I'd fucked her the first time, but not like how she was thinking.
She stared at me for a long few seconds. There was a certain impatience in her gaze, and combined with how she'd done herself up, I realized she was probably hoping to spend some good times with her husband. Given that I knew that her husband was sufficiently depressed that I could fuck Amy right in the main foyer without worrying about her, I doubted her attempt was likely succeed. "I see. Then why are you trying to get close to her?"
I had an angle of attack now, and yes, it's probably a bit of a "have a hammer, everything looks like a nail" situation, but it kept working, so... "I just like sex." I ducked my head as I said it, as if I felt genuinely ashamed of it. "I'll do it with pretty much anyone. Amy's nice. Lots of girls aren't... nice, when you have sex with them." Honestly, there was a tiny shred of truth there. A lot of girls got really dominating and mean if they thought they could get away with it. Or maybe it was just Sophia.
Carol glanced at the door as I spoke, a quick flick to the knob. Her lips twitched on her face for a moment, then she rose. "I see. Let's talk about that, then," she said, reaching the doorknob and quietly locking it before returning to her seat. "You realize that exposes you to disea... ah, hm." Her lips thinned for a moment. "I suppose it doesn't, if you're fucking my daughter." Her thighs absently brushed against each other before she crossed her legs. "What sort of women do you have sex with, to sate these desires of yours? Out of curiosity."
It was blatantly obvious that she wasn't asking to sate any ordinary curiosity, or to play at amateur therapist, but that was fine with me. "All kinds, really. Older, younger. Fit, mostly." Capes generally are. "I don't really have a type." Other than parahumans, which would make me seem like a fetishist, or cause her to realize I was 'in the community,' neither of which I wanted to happen. "White, black, married, single, just as long as I can get my dick wet, it's all good."
"You've had sex with married women?"
"At least one, that I know of," I told her. I didn't mention that her husband knew and was fine with it. If Mark wasn't satisfying her sexually, well, that was his fault. I'd be her no-strings-attached young buck.
"I see." She absently fiddled with her collar, popping the topmost button of her blouse, revealing just a little more pale skin to the open air. She licked her lips absently, swallowed delicately, that swanlike throat of hers bouncing. "What makes you pick a woman to have sex with, then?"
"That they're willing. That's pretty much it."
"I see." She rose from her seat, leaning forward until we were almost nose to nose. She placed one hand gently on my shoulder, then started to trail her fingers slowly down my body, as if tracing out my muscles through the fabric of my shirt. "So if I were to tell you to fuck me, you'd do it?" She asked, fingers circling my navel for a moment before arriving down at my groin, finding me rock hard. She smiled as she felt me, lips curling up in a wicked grin. "It seems like you would." She let out a soft breath, tickling my bare skin as her fingers began to caress my length through my jeans. Her eyes smoldered with lust as she stared directly into mine, her smiling lips just slightly parted.
The noise of her unzipping my jeans seemed unconscionably loud as she did it, fingers reaching in through the new porthole to more directly stimulate my cock, just through my underwear, now. She quietly popped the button of my pants, smiling all the while, enjoying all my subtle reactions to her touch. "You like it, don't you, you hot little slut?" Her voice was boiling with scarcely contained lust. "You were just fucking my daughter, now you're about to get fucked by me, but you don't even care, do you? You really are a slut."
She leaned forward at that point, hungrily meeting my lips with her own. My hands came up, groping her firm, muscular ass, born of an active lifestyle. She hummed happily into my mouth, her fingers slipping my cock out of my pants, stroking my now-bare length with increasing rapidity, as if she wanted to make me come right then and there. There was a hungry growl in her throat as she did it, twisting her head from side to side as her tongue flicked against my own. Her free hand was hiking up her skirt - it reached past her knees, so it took a while, and I could see out of the corner of my eye as it bunched up with each movement of her hand, revealing more and more pale skin.
I decided to help her, grabbing the base of her skirt and dragging it up. She broke off the kiss, then, a wet pop as she repositioned herself, slipping her panties to one side and showing herself off to me. "Look how wet I am for you," she told me, making my cock twitch in my pants as I saw her slick sex, her thick blonde bush crowding around it. "You like older women, hm?" She was quickly positioned over me, my cock teasing at her sex.
I leaned forward, into her breasts, practically smushing my face against them. My hands began to grope her now-bare ass, enjoying the warmth and the silky soft feeling of her skin, and she moaned softly, starting to pop open her blouse, revealing inch after inch of bare flesh, which I hungrily kissed and licked. "Damn... even back when we were younger, Mark wasn't this enthusiastic," she said, before she finally began to slide my length inside her. Inch after inch of cock disappeared, filling her up slowly but surely with each passing second. It was intensely erotic, my cock twitching inside her, threatening to explode at any moment just from the feeling of her atop me like that.
When she came to rest on my groin, sitting in my lap, our bodies merged, her shirt was completely open. Only a plain white bra stood between me and every inch of her tits; and, seeing how much I liked her tits, she was quickly working to pop that open. She wiggled in place subtly as my tongue began to lick across every inch of her full, pert breasts, my fingers digging roughly into her ass cheeks. It felt fantastic, as her body came to rest against mine, her fingers delicately running through my hair.
"You have a really lovely shade of blonde hair," she told me, kissing the top of my head as she rested atop me. She started to ride me then, a slow, sensual motion. It was accompanied by little grunts and pants, her breathing somewhat erratic as she ground herself up and down. It wasn't quick by any means, more tense and gradual. I could catch a faint hint of irritation after a minute or so, in the noises she made - she tried to accelerate her pace atop me, and I started to nibble at her nipples, considering if perhaps I should use my power to bring her off.
She didn't give me the chance, instead pulling back and off my dick after only a couple minutes. "It's been too long since I've been on the bottom," she said, absently hooking one hand into her panties and quickly peeling them off before going over to the desk. "Even when Mark fucks me, I always have to do all the work. You can do it on top, can't you?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder at me.
"I sure can," I agreed, instantly getting up behind her and thrusting my hard cock inside her. She let out a squeak of surprise and pleasure, her fingers clawing at the desk. The way they curved inward from the force of her pressing down, her back arching just a bit beneath her blouse, was intensely erotic, her skirt all bunched up around her waist. "You feel fantastic, Mrs. Dallon. Really fucking tight," I grunted, my pace intensifying inside her. I figured an older woman whose husband hadn't fucked her in quite some time probably could use the pick me up.
It definitely worked. Her cunt clenched tight around my dick, and she came a moment later, thrashing in place on the desk, making quite a clatter, pens and pencils spinning around in the cup she kept them in. She bit her lip rather than cry out in ecstasy, even as her juices drooled all over my cock. I paused inside her, taking a brief breather as she came down, and used the opportunity to start stripping her further - her blouse was soon pulled up and off her, her arms briefly tangling behind her back in a way that was incredibly tempting to keep them, but I decided to let her keep her 'dominant' role. Seemed like she needed it.
Once her top was off, I went right back at it, admiring her pale skin, the hints of muscle visible even from this angle as her body bounced and slid forward and back on her desk. "Yeah, that's it, you like that, don't you? My pussy's top tier, isn't it?" I just grunted in the affirmative, making her squirm subtly beneath me, her cunt clamping down on my dick. "That's a good boy, you fucking know what you want, you sexy little slut." She pumped back against me, slamming her buttocks into my groin with a frantic insistence.
"You're really hot," I breathed, wanting to help assuage any self-esteem problems she might have from her husband not fucking her. "So damn sexy. Your husband must be blind not to appreciate you." Her cunt clamped down on my dick again, and she visibly grit her teeth as she came once more, squirming in pleasure, one leg kicking up into the air as she bounced about on the desk. A couple papers slid off the edge, but neither of us cared, too busy enjoying ourselves in a carnal manner.
"He, fucking, is," she panted out, as she came down. "I try, so hard," she added, her voice almost trembling with a certain passionate need. "I know, he's, depressed, but it's still- hard." I slammed into her and used my power to make her come at that point, her eyes bulging as her cunt clamped down on my dick. She had to bite her tongue to keep something loud from escaping her throat.
"Something else here is hard," I told her, as I held myself deep inside her, fingers massaging her ass. "It's my young cock for your tight pussy," I told her. "If your husband can't satisfy you, maybe we could do this again some time." She let out her first moan of the night at those words. "If you'll let me enjoy this sexy body of yours again." She nodded rapidly beneath me, her blonde hair spraying out awkwardly in the process, already starting to stick, here and there, to her bare skin as it grew slick with sweat. I'd completely ruined all the hard work she'd put into making herself look good, I realized.
Well, I just had to make it up to her. I grabbed her hips and started to really go at it, using my power to force her to orgasm again and again, each time in quite quick succession. She panted desperately for air, her eyes bulging once again, turning back to me with disbelief when she had her third orgasm in the span of two minutes. "Ah, ah, fuck, normally, no, never," she panted out, a bit of saliva escaping her mouth as she desperately tried to defend herself. That was one of the sexiest things about making a woman from this world come - they try so desperately to defend themselves from the charge.
"I guess you were pent up," I lied, with a cocky smile. "Don't worry, I don't think less of you for it. I like when girls come," I breathed out, leaning over her. "I like feeling their tight pussies get even tighter. I like seeing the sexy and cute expressions on their face as ecstasy," I punctuated that word with a sharp pump of my hips, jamming myself all the way inside her, "overcomes, them." With that last word, I held myself down inside of her pussy, letting out a long sigh as I joined her in orgasm, my hips pumping absently.
When I was spent, I pulled out, letting out a long, luxurious sigh. I pulled up my pants and underwear, zipping up again, before collapsing down onto her desk's chair. It gave me an excellent view of Carol's body in profile - the lean physique, the pert breasts, the unblemished skin. She and Victoria were of a type, and that type was a ten-out-of-ten knockout. Even with her normally light blonde hair darkened with sweat and clinging for her face, even with her cheek awkwardly pressing down against the desk beneath her as she shuddered in the afterglow, she looked good enough to eat.
Both of us took our times recovering from that. My shirt was pretty soaked with sweat, my hair sticking to my forehead. Carol was the first to speak up, though not the first to move. "Have you ever," she panted out, her throat raspy as she swallowed, "ever, had anal sex?"
"Yeah," I told her.
"I did it... once. Not with Mark. He thinks it's-" she swallowed audibly, taking in a couple deep breaths before continuing to speak. "Disgusting. I really liked it. Would you do it with me?"
There was something so delicious about hearing a woman ask for anal like that. Especially one who was normally so cool and in control. The almost plaintive nature of the inquiry, as if she was asking some huge boon, when all she was asking for was for me to stick my dick in her ass. "Sure." I swallowed, taking a deep breath through my nose before getting up behind her again. This time, I paused, grabbing her skirt and yanking it down, leaving her completely naked on the desk. It was a damn fine sight, such a beautiful older woman presented to me like this. "You're gorgeous," I told her.
"I'll bet I am," she said, wiggling her ass invitingly, hands still pressed against the desk to brace herself. She gathered herself up, unsticking her cheek from the lacquered wood beneath her, and I grasped her by the hip, my free hand taking hold of my cock, lining myself up with her puckered rosebud. "Put it in, you little slut. Fuck this older woman's ass with that young cock of yours. You know you want to. You little anal sluuuut." The last word became exaggerated as I pushed myself inside her, perhaps a bit too quickly, but judging by the look in her eyes as I pressed in, she wasn't going to complain.
After the initial thrust, I was only maybe halfway in, wedged deliciously inside and out of her body as she faintly squirmed. There was an expression on her face, one of scarcely-restrained pleasure, her hands clenching into fists as I only held myself inside her. "Fuck, it really is, so fucking good," she breathed out. "Fuck. Why won't Mark do this with me? It's so fucking goo~ood." Her last word again stretched out as I pushed deeper inside her, making her squirm in pleasure, her body sliding up along the desk as it failed to make my passage easy. I had to grip her by the hips and really drag her back down onto my cock to get properly deep inside her, and she shuddered faintly in response to my forceful entrance.
Even then, I wasn't all the way inside. "You're right, anal is great," I told her. "Especially with sexy older women like yourself," I continued, leaning forward to meet her lips with my own. She let out a soft sigh as I kissed her like that, mostly wedged inside her, my body draped over hers. I used my grip on her hips to slowly but surely worm my way further inside her, making her squirm and pant into my mouth, her tongue flicking excitedly against mine. When I finally bottomed out, my balls slapping against her lower lips, she let out a low moan of pleasure and came, her body twitching beneath mine, ass tightening around my dick.
I groaned in pleasure at the sensations as well, having to just close my eyes to control myself. I pulled back from the kiss as she finished coming, angling myself so I could see that beautiful body of hers. Well formed, with a nice round ass, good genetics backed up by an even better lifestyle. I gave her tight butt a squeeze, the muscle very much tangible beneath my fingers, and started to pull out in a slow, laborious movement. She groaned and panted in pleasure, a bit of spittle escaping her mouth and raining down on the desk beneath her.
"That's, that's good," she breathed out, delirious with pleasure. "Nnn, fuck, I missed this," she said, practically clawing at the desk beneath her. "More, more you hot little slut, fuck me harder, fuck me with that big cock of yours, I love you in my aaaaass." She practically moaned the last word out as I slid myself deep inside her once more, enjoying the way her back arched in near-ecstatic bliss - and then I gave her that extra little push as I bottomed out, my balls slapping against her pussy just as I sent a wave of orgasmic bliss through her. She moaned loudly this time, before hurriedly slapping her hand over her mouth, her expression one of near-panic.
"He'll just think it's Amy or Vicky," I reassured her, giving her ass cheek a quick squeeze. "Don't worry so much. Besides, it's his fault for being such a frigid ass and not putting out for a beautiful woman like you." I didn't want her feeling guilty about the sex, at least not while we were having it. "If I was married to a sex goddess like yourself, I'd never stop fucking you until the day I died."
There was actually a bit of a blush at that. "You're, not bad yourself," she said, swallowing as her fingers scraped along the desk again, her breathing becoming increasingly erratic as my pace also increased. "Fuck yeah, fuck me, fuck me with that hard cock, yes, yesss." She was getting a bit louder now, perhaps having bought my excuse for any noises that Mark heard. It still wasn't like she was yelling, though. "That's it, thaaaat's it, tight ass on hard cock, sluts like you love it, fuck, anal slut, fuck me you anal slut." I increased my pace again, making her let out a squeak of surprise as my cock all but slammed into her now-loosened up ass, her fingers digging frantically into the surface beneath her as she practically salivated in pleasure.
At that point, she looked like a mess. When she'd been resting on the table, her cheek had pressed into a puddle of her own drool, giving one half of her face this sticky wet look, hair pressed in against her cheek and brow. Her skin was shiny with sweat, her previously-pale skin now turned into a delicious shade of light pink, just the tiniest hint of a flush of arousal running seeming from the tip of her forehead all the way down to her toes. Her hands had started to pound against the desk beneath her, not hard and loud slams, but nevertheless still audible clatters here, the cup holding her pens and pencils having fallen over and spilled at some point, then rolled off the table to nobody's care, leaving a complete mess.
She didn't care, didn't complain, just enjoyed herself, enjoyed the experience of getting fucked by my hard cock. Her whole body shook with each progressive orgasm, lewd words constantly leaving her mouth, demanding I keep going, that I not let up the pace, that I pound her as hard as I could. My only respite from her ecstatic and horny monologue was when she'd come, and I helped her along with that plenty, both by angling my dick just right to best pleasure her, and by using my power to force orgasms when she'd be caught on the precipice but not quite pushed over yet.
I felt my balls begin to surge, a need to ejaculate rapidly rising in my body. Just before I lost control entirely, I pulled out, stroking myself hard over her naked back until I came, letting sticky white sprays stretch across pale-pink skin, staining her in white. She lay there, panting in the afterglow herself, and I decided to take a souveneir - I took out my phone and shot a couple quick photos of her naked backside. It was an honestly gorgeous sight, the criss-crossing lines of cum that smeared across her bare skin, the delicious contrast between her bare skin.
I wanted to ask if she was done, but the problem with that is there was no basically way a woman would say that in this world. It was a shameful admission that you weren't "enough" of a woman to fully please a man. He was supposed to be the one who got tuckered out first, not you. Even for an older woman like her, more mature and less insecure about her sexual abilities... "I'm gonna head out. And, hey," I added, giving her ass a quick squeeze. "If you see me around again, maybe don't be so mean to whoever I'm with? Like I said - I'm just here for sex. Don't worry about me taking advantage of Amy or anything like that."
It was then that I left her there, carefully closing the door behind me to minimize the risk of anybody seeing Carol like that.
As I turned around, I was greeted with Sophia, who wore a somewhat unimpressed expression, her lips a thin line. Right. I hadn't actually gotten her permission to fuck Carol. She jerked her head for me to follow her, and I did - we were soon back in the living room. "You handle things with her, slut?" She asked, glancing at the hallway behind me.
"Yeah." I absently tugged at my collar. My shirt was a bit sweaty.
"Did you ask permission from me before you fucked her?" Her voice was sharper, now, a strong note of disapproval in her tone.
"No," I admitted. "There wasn't... really time."
"Yeah, I guess so." Sophia crossed her arms, staring me down. "Then again, I knew the only way you were going to calm that old bitch down was fucking her stupid. So did you not realize that, or?"
"I didn't realize how ticked she'd be."
She thrummed her fingers against her bicep as she considered me. "I guess it's for the best that you handled things. Don't want to have to deal with a cape who's also a lawyer. Still. You are supposed to ask permission before fucking other women. The fact that I let you fuck around is a special privilege, don't forget." Her hand reached for my groin, feeling me up - I rapidly hardened beneath her grasp. "Most girls wouldn't let you fuck other women, and most of the ones who would are pathetic cucks like Amy who jill off to that shit. Are you grateful that I let you get away with it? Encourage it, even?" I nodded as her fingers stroked my cock, and she gave a small smile at that. "Then I'll be light with my punishment. Something... well, I'll think of something." She kissed me, her lips smushing up against mine, her tongue slithering into my mouth as she kept jerking me off.
I just enjoyed the moment, not thinking too much about what was going to come.
