Sophia wiggled her ass into my groin, wearing a half-mask that covered the upper half of her face in a white skull shape. It couldn't disguise her grin in the least, as she quietly wiggled in my lap - and the disgust from the party opposite us, the representatives of the E88, was also completely undisguised. I was a white guy obviously sleeping with a black girl, who was currently twisting her upper body so she could hook one arm around my neck, and my own hand was sliding along her hip towards her groin.
This was an important meeting, some part of me noted, but I didn't really care. For a lot of people, the fact that the E88 were an organization of open racists might have seemed almost academic - the problem was the drugs and the violence, and even for non-whites, they mostly kept to their own territories, which were mostly white. But I had been on the receiving end of their attacks, with the incidents with the would-be rapists that Skitter had stopped back before we'd both wound up finding our ways into the Undersiders, or Fenja and Menja's little threesome. I genuinely loathed them on a personal level. So they could watch a hot black chick clamber all over a hot white guy and steam.
My hand idly squeezed Sophia's thigh from the inside as Tattletale and Grue negotiated, Sophia's hot breath on my neck promising me all kinds of fun after we were done with this boring crap.
"Would you please stop engaging in that kind of behavior," came the testy voice of Kaiser. "It's distracting and unprofessional."
"Make me, bitch," Sophia said, before licking my tongue, clearly tilting her head so she could make eye contact with the man. "I'm going to fuck this white boy's brains out when we get done here. I love fucking white boys with nice, big cocks," she explained, reaching down between her legs and mine to grope at my cock. "Got a problem with that?"
"Yes, in fact. As I stated, that sort of crudity is beneath this, an actual important meeting."
"What's crude about love?" Sophia asked.
"Let's focus on the issue at hand, please. Shadow Stalker will be quiet, and you will not complain about whatever else she does," Grue said. It was obvious Kaiser wasn't enthused about that agreement, but he simply grunted and moved back to whatever boring shop talk they were engaged in, while Sophia not-too-subtly jerked me off under the table, sticking out her tongue at Kaiser, really trying to rile the man up. As far as success at pissing him off, it was questionable - for the rest of the E88, though? Oh they fucking hated it. The only semi-exception was Purity, who I recognized by her aura as the single mother I'd fucked. Kayden. Her response to seeing Sophia throwing herself all over me was more melancholic than anything else.
Ah well. Maybe I'd fuck her again some time. Would be fun to fuck Kaiser's girl, after all. I was pretty sure she was Kaiser's girl, anyway. Or had been, or something. I was distracted from any such thoughts by Sophia pressing her lips up against mine, hungrily slurping on my tongue.
"Shadow Stalker. Noise," Grue said, sharply - and Sophia quieted the sucking and licking, though she definitely wriggled atop me like she was making a real show of it.
The fact that she was jacking me off didn't hurt at all. Either for my enjoyment, or for pissing off the E88 bastards. When the meeting finished up, I got to listen to Grue scold us for a bit, then I fucked Sophia's brains out on our bed.
She loved every minute.
"I want a couple things from my old home," Sophia said, her voice stressed and testy as she leaned over the couch.
Beneath her lay Aisha, who was chewing on bubblegum and wearing a loose t-shirt that hung across her body, her legs idly stretching over the edge of the couch as she played the latest Sega handheld. "Sounds like a 'you' problem."
"They're important to me."
"Yeah, but playing this game's important to me," Aisha replied. "Why should I care?"
Sophia glanced over at me, giving a small jerk of her head, a roll of her eyes, an old and consistent set of signals. Do you mind if I whore you out to this bitch? "I'll fuck you," I said, stepping forward.
"Maybe I want more than just regular sex," Aisha said, lowering the handheld onto her lap.
"Maybe I want you to stop sneaking into the bathroom to watch me shower," I countered with a scowl. It was just a suspicion - she was fourteen, and had the sex drive of a teen boy and the power to be absolutely undetectable - but it seemed to hit home, as she sputtered in shock at the accusation.
"Hey, I don't do shit like that," Aisha countered, completely put on the back foot now. "Don't go starting weird rumors about me."
"Yeah?" I prompted.
"Yeah."
I let it rest for the moment, though I kept her reaction in my back pocket to use if her request was too extreme. "What kind of 'weird sex' do you want?" I asked.
"I want to fuck you while you're unaware," she said, leaning up on the couch. "It'll be hot."
I doubted it'd be hot for me, but it sounded interesting enough to try. "Once," I said. "If I don't like it, it'll be the only," I continued, and she just hopped off the couch to take me to the 'guest' bedroom, the one she and Grue and Skitter used since they had housing elsewhere.
"I'll make sure you like it. Just write down a note to yourself not to leave the room until you remember why, and that you totally consented to this," she said, grinning.
I dutifully did as requested, held the note in front of my face, and promptly forgot what I was doing in the room, the note my only reminder. It was in my handwriting, and even included a one-time code that I'd started using for this kind of Master-Stranger stuff, since Aisha could be incredibly fucking annoying sometimes. It meant that I stood there, even as my belt suddenly came undone, my fingers grabbing my jeans to stop them automatically.
For a couple seconds, I struggled with my pants, trying to keep them up, buttoning them back when they came unbuttoned, zipping them up as much as I could, awkwardly fumbling, then Aisha popped back into existence and I remembered what I was doing here. "Alright, strip yourself, that didn't count," Aisha said.
Aisha Laborn
Watching Maurice strip was always hot. He had a body that just r-o-c-k rocked. One hundred percent raw muscle, that pale skin she wanted to lick and caress, the pecs, the abs, the well-toned chin, the vibrant blonde hair, the way he either shaved or was just hairless beneath the chin. It was like you'd taken a guy from a porno, gotten rid of the tats, and stuck him right up in front of her. His cock was about average instead of the absurd sizes it sometimes got to in porn, but that suited her just fine.
"Alright, get the note in front of you," she said, and he obediently lifted it up to his face, then she activated her power. His expression flickered again, and she reached for his cock, watching his gaze as she stroked it. He swallowed, his cock twitching a bit in her hand, and then took a couple steps towards the bed, eventually settling down to lie down on it. She followed him the whole way, enjoying his response, her fingers continuing to stroke his cock. "Hey, you know, you're a huge slut, Maurice," she said, to nobody, since he couldn't even hear her. "A white slut. For me, now," she said.
It was cool, how she could just say literally anything while she played with his dick, and he wouldn't respond. His own hand went to his cock, apparently misinterpreting her grabbing it as his own arousal or something, so she wound up having to bat away his hands a couple times.
She could say anything. Do anything. She could suck him off, but, fun as it would be to see him squirm, she really wanted that cock in her. She could do anal. She knew he did anal sometimes, so it wasn't some huge violation he'd get mad about later. She should probably lube him up first, though. She rifled through the drawers, returning after a few seconds with a bottle of lube that she kept around for this kind of purpose, squirting it out on her hands and then starting to rub it into his dick. He groaned as she did so, his hips bucking up into her grasp. "This is definitely fucking hot. You're totally unresisting. Unaware. You think your cock's just going crazy right now, it's so hard, you can't understand it, you're trying to jerk off, but you can't," she continued, shifting her weight on the bed until she was straddling him.
She could feel his cock, all lubed up, ready to just ram itself deep inside her. If he'd known she was there, he probably would be. Fuck, this was so hot. It was easy to understand why so many parahuman girls got tempted to go around raping guys, if it was such a thrill.
Obviously she wasn't going to, though. She wasn't that fucked in the head. She licked her lips and shifted her weight, grabbing his cock - and she pressed him up against her puckered asshole. "Fuck, that's nice," she said, as she began to slowly slide herself down his length, her whole body faintly twitching at the anal intrusion. "Fuck yeah. Fuck. Your cock's going in my ass," she declared. "I know you do that with Sophia, so you can't complain, you fucking freak. You white slut."
"Ahh, god," he breathed out, the words briefly stuttering her out of her train of thought. Oh, he could get verbal, huh? She was curious what he'd sound like, getting so horned up without even knowing why. He'd probably even come. She licked her lips. She'd heard he couldn't come on his own any more, which was really hot too. So she'd be giving him his first-ever orgasm without a girl's involvement, at least in his head. "Fuck. Fuck. Soph-" he started to call out, and she stuffed her hands over his mouth in a rush, surprised. He'd actually brought the note along with him, so she hurriedly wrote down on it that he shouldn't call out for Sophia no matter what, then just sort of dumped it on his face.
"This isn't my handwri-nnng," he groaned, his hips bucking up into her as she finally bottomed out on his cock. "Fuck. What is this... I told myself to stay in here..." He said, staring at the paper. "Fuck it. If it starts to hurt or something, I can call Sophia then. Right now, my cock feels really, really good. Maybe my power's doing it? I guess it owes me some good feelings after stopping me from masturbating."
That was so hot. So that was the way he talked when he thought he was alone? All about his cock and masturbating, totally at ease about sex. "You're my slut now," she declared, grinding herself down against him, rubbing her clit on his bare pelvis. "Forget about Sophia. You're mine, breeder. My white slut. My snow hound. My ass is so much better than hers, isn't it? I've got a better personality, too. Sure, I'll show you off like that bitch does, but I won't whore you out. This cock is all mine, now. Isn't that right?" She grabbed his chin and forced him to nod, and the sense of power pushed her over the edge, making her come atop him, groaning as her whole body twitched and convulsed in pleasure.
He wound up coming too, just letting go with a groan. She could feel each squirt of cum as it filled her up, his hands tugging at the bed as his hips slammed upwards against hers, the movement grinding against her clit and really making her feel that extra bit good.
When both of them were done coming, she considered carefully whether to keep going. If she went for an endurance contest, it was possible he wouldn't let her do this again. She kind of thought that she and Regent might get something going - he gave her those kinds of looks - but he seemed all damaged from his daddy issues, she doubted he'd be cool with this kind of powerlessness. She decided wriggle her body at the angle Maurice seemed to like the most, and then she let her power drop.
"Wanna keep going, slut?" She asked, giving him her huskiest breath. He blinked a couple times, seemingly just realizing what was going on - then nodded. She grinned, letting her power wreath her again, and went at it all over again.
In the end, she wound up coming four times to his three. It was really fucking hot. She loved shitting on Sophia right to his face. Normally they were so lovey-dovey, and he would get riled up at any insult to his woman, but now she could say that Sophia was a stupid bitch, that she was so much better, and he'd just buck his hips obliviously up into her. "My ass is better than Sophia's, isn't it?" "You'd rather date me than Sophia?" "You secretly hate Sophia and love me?" "I'm so fucking hot, right?" On and on like that, getting only positive responses from the horny white breeder. It was unbelievably sexy.
Once she was finished fucking him, she went and got Sophia's stupid mementos from her home, walking right past her oblivious mom and siblings to grab all her stuff, stick it in a box, and head back to the base with it. Sophia actually thanked her, which made Aisha smirk on the inside - she had no idea what Aisha had been saying right to her boyfriend's face.
Stupid bitch.
Taylor Hebert
Taylor stared up at the ceiling of her room, her thoughts wandering around and around in circles. She liked Maurice. She liked Brian. They were both hot. Both 'her type.' Maurice was taken, Brian seemed oblivious. She could fuck Maurice, though. His- Sophia, whored him out. He didn't seem to mind, and that upset her, made her squirm. How much had he gone through, that he was to this point?
In the background of her consciousness, her spiders kept up their work weaving herself and Maurice costumes. Part of her considered making the costume for Maurice 'conditional' on him having sex with her. He was being whored out for Sophia's sake, why not his own? The rest of her rebelled at the idea of doing something so crass as that. She wasn't the kind of girl who only got guys to have sex with her by paying them... she wanted to just spend time with him. To feel his warmth against hers... to be the one he loved, the one he made out with, not that bitch Sophia... her fingers trailed down in between her thighs.
The fantasy was only ruined when she remembered that, back when they'd all been going to school together, he had been forced to humiliate himself and Taylor both, so that Sophia would leave her alone and stop bullying her. Rather than coming, she instead wound up in a tumbling, unsatisfied, sleep.
She should go after Brian. She was being an idiot. Just because he was her first time, didn't mean she should pine after him for this long. Those were the kinds of thoughts she went to sleep to.
"Sure, I'm wired into the PRT security," Lisa said, lazing back in her chair. "And yeah, Gallant, Browbeat, and Aegis have all taken off their clothes, unrealizing, in the full view of the cameras, and I may have saved them. But why should I share those videos with you?" She had this incredibly smug smirk on her face as she stared down Sophia, giving a jerk of a thumb my way. "You've got your boyfriend who's always down to fuck. Horniest guy on the planet. What do you need to look at some ex-teammates for? Doesn't it bother you?" She added, to me.
"She's helped me fuck something like half the female cape population of Brockton Bay. She can look at some guys she used to work with, without making me jealous," I replied. Sophia smiled at that, looking proud of my response, and wrapped one hand around my waist.
"That's so sweet. Still, I don't have any reason to share, unless you can give me one..."
"You can fuck him," Sophia said, with a roll of her eyes.
"I mean, I can already fuck him. But I was thinking like for like, you know? I want a video, since I'm going to be giving you a few."
"A video of Maurice stripping?" Sophia asked, mildly.
"No, a video of him fucking me. You can be camerawoman."
Sophia rolled her eyes again. She glanced over at me. "You can only use it to jill off yourself, no sharing it online or with the team. If you do, you can't fuck him again. That work for you, Maurice?"
"Yeah."
Lisa wasn't like most girls. Most girls probably would have shaken their head at me - she just grinned, having figured out most of what my power had done. She probably figured it was a supercharged libido or something like that, given she hadn't mentioned alternate universes or anything like that, but she treated sex with me way more casually than any of the other girls. She 'got' that Sophia was only 'whoring me out' in her head. "Cool. Let's go, I've got a camera in my room," she said, making it clear she'd been planning on this for a while and was just waiting for the chance to set something up.
Soon enough, Lisa and I were seated on the bed, side by side. She had one hand casually draped over my thigh, a half-possessive thing, clearly done for the 'benefit' of Sophia. "Let's make it like a proper porno. Introduce yourself to the camera. Tell it how big your cock is. How much you like sex. How old you are."
"I'm Maurice Christenson. My cock is six inches even, and I love to fuck. I'm sixteen years old, and eager to fuck Lisa Wilbourn, my costar for this film, and the only person who will ever see it," I said, with a grim look over at Sophia.
"Oh, I was thinking we could both watch it, you know? I'm Lisa Wilbourn, I'm a C-cup, I'm also sixteen and eager to fuck my partner here. I hope he'll accept a copy for his personal use, maybe spice things up with his girlfriend."
Sophia grunted. "Are you going to fuck or am I just going to watch the worst acting in the world?" Sophia asked bitterly from behind the camera.
"Right, right. Well, I want an angle where you can see both of us, and I kind of wanted to do a blowjob first, to start things off. Any ideas, Maurice?" She asked, faux-humility in her voice.
I thought about it for a couple seconds, then stood up, just starting to strip. The camera wandered up and down my increasingly naked body, Sophia enjoying that part, at least. Lisa watched with hunger in her eyes, starting to undo her own clothing, but in a lazy, noncommittal way that only resulted in her being topless by the time I was in the nude. "I stand up, and Sophia squats or kneels at the appropriate level, while you suck me off. Keep the camera far enough away to see both our faces," I explained.
"Sounds good to me," Lisa said, clambering off the bed down onto her knees, glancing over at the camera and giving it a wink, before she wrapped her lips around my cock. She just thrust herself down my length, swallowing around it, her throat bobbing again and again, making me groan in pleasure. She grinned with her eyes up at me, daring me, challenging me, bottle-glass green eyes twinkling with mischief and talent as she held herself down, her hands groping my ass cheeks.
She slid up after a good half-minute of that, her lips popping off with a wet noise for a moment, leaving my cock thoroughly lubricated. Her tongue flashed out, licking the tip of my dick, teasing my slit, and then she carefully rolled her tongue along my crown. "You know, if Sophia's gonna whore you out for her own stuff, maybe you could whore yourself out for things you want?" Lisa asked. "I bet you can think of a few, and it'd be unfair of Sophia to not let you trade sex for favors of your own," she said, wetly kissing the tip of my cock before slurping me right back to the base again.
I just groaned. Sophia was the love of my life. On the subject of who I fucked, my marching orders came from her - a glance her way, a little smile, suggested that I'd have to talk to her about specifics. I just grabbed Lisa's ponytail, making her eyes widen as she anticipated what was about to come, and then I started fucking her face, simultaneously using my power to make her orgasm, her lewd, choking moans, her sputters, the look of mixed pleasure and arousal and embarrassment on her face intensely erotic as I rammed away like a maniac, filling her throat with my cock again and again, wet glugs filling the air with each thrust.
On her third or fourth power-induced orgasm, I finally pulled out and just came on her face. "I remember, way back when we met, you asked me to come on your face," I told her, enjoying the lewdness of the moment - and she was too out of it from getting facefucked and made to come simultaneously to argue or even really be humiliated. Even once I'd finished coming, she swayed a bit, pink cheeks and one blinking eye, the other coated with my cum.
I just dragged her up onto the bed, put her in the doggy style position she'd requested, got up behind her, and thrust into her waiting cunt without further ado. "Fuck, you are tight. Like a virgin. A quickshot virgin," I said, using my power to inflict intense pleasure on her.
"Fuh, fuck off," Lisa managed to pant out, before I made her come. "You fucking know, that you're just using your power," she panted.
"Everybody knows that," I agreed. "But everybody also knows you're trying to tweak Sophia. That's not right," I told her, actually spanking her at that point, making her let out a sharp squeak of surprise and pain. "I'm Sophia's slut. I'll fuck you, but that's the woman I love, got it? Don't try to piss her off just because it gets you wet," I said, intensifying my pace inside her, really thrilling in the moment of power that I felt.
Of course, I had to actually let her enjoy herself more normally, rather than just make her come her brains out. This was a deal, sex for videos, so she should enjoy the sex on a level beyond just orgasming. She was more polite for the rest of the filming, just asking me how I felt as I fucked her, telling me my cock was good, things like that. We even did anal as a special bonus, since I'd gone wild back during the facefuck.
I suspected I'd wind up rewatching the first half of the video again and again, and she'd wind up rewatching the second half. Whatever the case, though, she was satisfied by the end of it, caked in sweat and toying with her phone for a couple seconds to send copies of the videos over to Sophia.
Sophia, for her part, revealed just how hot it made her to have me whore myself out to get her sexy videos of other guys, when she came like it was nothing on my first thrust. Once again, I salved her ego by pretending that I'd used my powers to do it, and when she was done pretty much coming her brains out, holding her phone in front of her and staring at Gallant or Browbeat or Aegis's naked chest - I didn't much care whose, I knew whose cock she actually fucked every day - I wrapped her in a bear hug and went to sleep with her, my perfect, wild, Sophia Hess, the love of my life, the woman of my dreams, the woman I had happily sacrificed everything for. With her curled up in my arms, I didn't feel even the tiniest bit of regret.
