It had been a month since Richard had joined the Wards, and he'd enjoyed Vista's - Missy's, he supposed - tight little mouth quite a lot over that time period. He had done his best to keep up his end of the bargain, not wanting to give the girl any reason to feel like he was fucking her over, but there hadn't been too many opportunities to make her look good. He'd credited any successes in the field he had to her assistance, but it was probably falling on deaf ears.
"The ABB and Merchants are fighting over this region here," Clockblocker (Dennis? Dean? Like he gave a fuck) said, gesturing to it. "We're going to be attempting to offer aid to local police forces and help tamp down on any potential parahuman-parahuman confrontations. Any questions?"
Missy raised her hand. Clockblocker gestured for her to speak. "Why aren't we trying any encirclement tactics?" Clockblocker blinked blankly. "You know. Wrap around the forces when they fight, cut off retreat when they're bloodied, then say the have to surrender or we'll crush them. It will severely reduce their fighting efficacy."
"That's not our job. We're for dealing with parahumans, or what petty crime we catch, not gang warfare like this. SWAT can handle that kind of stuff. Any further questions?"
Missy pouted at that, slumping in her seat. It was a pretty good idea, in Richard's estimation, and the way that Clockblocker had so casually dismissed it suggested he didn't have a whole lot of respect for Vista's ideas and opinions.
The perfect opportunity for him to make himself look good. "Actually, CB-" for whatever reason, that nickname ticked the guy off, and sometimes pissing off somebody was a good way to make somebody else like you, "-there's plenty of precedent for this kind of operation. Even by Wards. It's seen a lot of success. We would do it in cooperation with the standard police, but I doubt they'd turn down help, especially with a major force multiplier like Vista on the team. Her power makes it much easier to pull off an encirclement like that."
"Fine, we can send a message to ask them," he said, sounding almost like it was pulling teeth to do it. "Any further questions?"
Vista was in a surprisingly good mood. She would have figured that the high from her idea seeing such success would have worn off, but it was already the next day. She was hiding out from another one of her parents' intermittent fights in her dorm room, and trying her best to focus on her studies, but her good mood somehow didn't help her there. Why did they even waste time assigning homework? It was pointless busywork. She studied on her own time and worked hard on her own time. The success of that encirclement op had been a huge gain for her reputation in the Wards (especially given how vital she had been to its actual commitment).
Richard just entered her dorm room without even knocking, quietly closing and locking the door behind him. She let out what was honestly a sigh of relief, putting a bookmark in her math textbook and letting it thump down onto her nightstand as she turned over to Richard. She had promised him lots and lots of blowjobs, so, when you thought about it, she really had to take a break from the homework she didn't want to do anyway.
He picked her up rather than telling her where to go. She liked it - the Brute part of his power meant he could easily lift her over his head, and a very basic part of her liked that. It made her feel safe.
"That uniform looks really good on you," he told her, settling down on her bed, positioning her in his lap. She could feel his length throb against her thigh, and part of her wanted to follow the natural instinct to slide down to her knees in front of him and start sucking. She'd done that so many times, but he'd put her in his lap, so she let him keep her there. His hand grasped her cheek, turning her face towards his, and he kissed her.
She almost protested, but it died in her throat the moment that his lips met hers. He'd done a good job. She could give him a kiss, even if it technically wasn't part of the deal. It wasn't like having his tongue wriggle around inside her mouth, having him suckle on her own tongue, was a terrible thing. His hands slid through her hair, pressing her against him as he practically devoured and invaded the inside of her mouth, cheeks hollowing, tongue wriggling, just slurping on it passionately. When he broke off the kiss, he'd press his forehead against hers, staring into her eyes as their noses brushed and wiggled against one another. It felt fun, affectionate, thoughtful, and he'd say the sweetest things. "I'm so lucky to be making out with such an incredible woman." Not a girl - a woman. She smiled at his effusive praise, feeling like she'd probably be willing to suck his cock at this point just for mutual fun, with how much she was coming to like him.
Eventually, though, he ended the kiss, raising her from his lap and setting her down on the floor. She was just about to kneel when he laid down instead, starting to pull off his clothing, revealing a very nice physique, his hard cock bouncing up into the air, bobbing as if waving to her, saying hello and that he'd like her to suck it, please.
She was just about ready to do exactly that when he grabbed his thighs and hefted them up, making her brow briefly furrow with confusion as she crawled up onto the bed. This was kind of an awkward position to suck his cock in, wasn't it? It was almost lying on his toned stomach at this point.
"Eat my ass," he said.
She just blinked in confusion at that, looking up at him. He was smiling down at her. "I don't want to," she said. "That wasn't the deal."
"Yes it was," he told her. "You said your mouth was mine, remember?"
She thought back to their agreement and realized that, yes, by the terms of it, rimjobs did count. She inwardly sighed at herself for missing that, but she moved to obey anyway, leaning forward to press her tongue into his ass. He had backed up her idea and done a great job of it, after all...
It wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it'd be at first. He had some very intense responses, which was one of her favorite things about sucking cock, and she could watch as his dick throbbed and slapped his bare stomach, a quiet statement of how much he was enjoying this. He had cleaned himself up back there, at least, so the taste was just the saltiness of skin as she wriggled her tongue around. She really had no idea what she was doing, so she mostly kept her eyes up on him, trying to decipher each little twitch of his face and cock. He just smiled down at her, occasionally letting out a lewd groan of pleasure, making her quietly smile in response.
"That's it, Missy," he breathed out, shifting his weight a little to let his fingers trail through her hair, idly pulling her deeper into his pelvis, so his balls came to firmly rest on her nose. The scent was overpowering, the sweaty musk of his dkc, but she kept up the licking anyway, staring him dead in the eyes. She wasn't some little girl who would fall apart to something like this. Hadn't he just been calling her a woman? He thought of her as a mature adult, a peer, not a child, and she wasn't going to give him any reason to believe he was wrong. "Mm, getting rimmed is damn fun," he breathed out, taking a firm hold of her hair, "but I guess it can't quite compare to having your cock sucked," he continued, as he peeled her up and off. He let his legs fall down on either side of her, and she idly shifted her weight in anticipation. "You might want to take your uniform off," he told her, glancing down at her clothing. "Keep it clean."
She rolled her eyes at that. "I can just clean off whatever drops get on it," she said. He just wanted to see her naked. Maybe she would've gone for it, if he hadn't just pushed his luck with the rimjob - but he'd gotten his little-extra, so she was going to follow the letter of the law on this front.
"Your funeral," he replied, with a shrug. She just gave him a dull look, thoroughly unimpressed, and started to lick at his cock again, running her tongue slowly up and down his whole length. He drank in long, slow breaths, admiring her, petting her as she licked every last inch she could get to. It was calming, doing this kind of thing, and way funner than fucking brain-draining math homework. She started to kiss at his whole length, even going so far as to suckle at his cock in between, looking up at him with her best bedroom eyes.
He liked it. Whatever smarmy tendencies he had, they became lax and quiet as he just groaned and gripped her head tight here and there, bucking his hips, clearly loving the feeling of her mouth doing all this kind of stuff.
It also felt like he was getting close. He was bucking his hips more, twitching more, grabbing her head tighter. She moved her lips up to his cockhead, wrapping around it and starting to suck, pressuring him to orgasm right now. She felt his length twitch and jerk in her mouth, and she fully expected him to explode any second. "Try taking it deeper," he said, his voice sounding almost pained with pleasure.
She'd mostly avoided deepthroating, wanting to get used to sucking cock in general before that point... but it had been a while. She could start trying, at least. She began to slide her lips further down his length, mentally preparing herself, trying to relax, but when his cock hit the back of her throat she started to gag and sputter anyway. She pulled back an inch or two, wiping away the tears that had begun to form in her eyes, taking deep breaths through her nose, and then trying again, furrowing her brow as she did her valiant best to take him into her throat.
She repeated that process, again and again, gagging around his dick, her saliva dribbling out of her mouth, forming a small pool on the bed between his legs as he just enjoyed himself. His occasional jerks didn't let him suddenly get past her defenses - just they opposite, they sent her reeling back up his cock no matter how far she'd gotten that particular time.
Of course, the deepest she took it was probably less than an inch into her throat, which meant there was plenty of cock left unattended. She idly played with it with her hand, but that obviously wasn't what Richard wanted.
She gave up eventually. Her jaw was starting to hurt, as was her throat, and she had dribbled out so much saliva she was starting to worry she might become dehydrated if they kept going. She sucked in a few long, deep breaths, and Richard looked down at her like she was the sexiest thing in the world. It sent a small thrill through her body, being looked at like that, and she quirked a small smile in response.
"Try it again," he told her, his voice soft. When she hesitated, he continued: "Relax. Just stay calm, let me set the pace. I'm sure you can handle it."
Well, he was (presumably) more experienced than her. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock again, looking up at him expectantly. What kind of pace would he-
He grabbed her head and just started to ram her down his cock. Her eyes immediately widened, her hands pinwheeling at the air, slapping at his thighs, but no matter how much she tried to pull back, she couldn't. He was so fucking strong, with that goddamn Brute power of his, and as she was ground down, ratcheted slowly, bit by bit, down his whole cock, she couldn't help but remember that his power was really, really good at fixing him in place. Some Brutes were strong but weighed just the same as a normal person, so you could toss them around or manipulate their bodies with normal human strength. Not Richard - his power let him basically lock his position, so no matter what she did, she couldn't struggle free.
She was choking on his cock now, drool slobbering out of her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn't see anything, the whole world a blur, while Richard's noises of base pleasure echoed in the room, groans and grunts as he ground her inch-by-inch down his cock. He held her down so long she could feel her lungs start to burn, and she began to insistently slap his thighs, desperately, silently pleading for mercy, wondering what the hell she would do if he decided to just chokefuck her to death right here and now.
As her consciousness started to slip away from her, he finally peeled her back up, letting her suck in desperate, heaving breaths around his cock. Saliva bubbled with her desperate breaths, each exhalation making it seem to foam around his cock. He just smirked down at her, having all the power at the moment, waiting a few seconds for her to just-barely catch her breath and then slamming her back down his cock, hard.
Each gagging, forceful slam of her face down his cock was accompanied by a struggle on her part, pointless as it was. She could slap and meekly protest all she wanted, but he was clearly going to throatfuck her, grinding her ever further down his cock. She could feel his pubes brushing against her features subtly on her fourth time down, her fourth near-asphyxiation, her fourth gurgling, pitiful near-collapse. Tears streamed down her cheeks, and she couldn't see much of anything, sloppily drooling all over his dick as her hands fell limp at her sides, finally giving up the pretense that she could somehow persuade him to stop. To show mercy.
Then he forced her down all the way, at last. Her lips smushed around his pelvis, around his cock. Absently, she even worked them intentionally, doing her best impression of suckling with his cock occluding her throat and her brain fried by the repeated asphyxiations.
He groaned in pleasure and spoke up, as if she wasn't being choked to death on his cock. "That's really good, Missy. I've had a lot of partners in the past who couldn't handle my cock, but you're doing great," he told her, sounding absolutely kind and sincere. Despite herself, she did like hearing those words. Knowing that when he compared her to other women, he found the otherr women wanting. He gently pet her hair, and begin to softly stroke his whole length in and out of her throat.
Now that he'd broken past her defenses, he was gentler. His pace was slow and methodical, her lips slithering up along his length as she let out soft pants around his cock, more and more drool dribbling down his length. She'd get up to the point she could breathe and start sucking in breaths, desperate to stay alive - and after just a few, far too few, he'd push her right back down, choking her for the long minute or so it took for her to complete another full circuit up and down his cock.
She lost track of time. She was pretty sure she fell unconscious a few times, her brain producing wild dreams of sex, eating things that were too big to eat, and (on one occasion) some kind of Alien-esque situation played in reverse, with her laying an alien egg out of her mouth. Each one only lasted a few weird and incoherent seconds before she was dragged back into the real world, sometimes with a light slap from one of Richard's hands.
"I'm about to come," he said, his voice hoarse, sawing his cock just-barely in and out of her throat, just an inch or so going in and out. It was a pointless thing to say, since she couldn't respond at all, given her position, and couldn't stop him. She just got to feel the copious, overwhelming quantity of semen spray out in the back of her throat, choking her, gagging her, dribbling out of her mouth. She even tried to swallow what she could, but there was so much, and this wasn't a good position to manage it in.
When he finally let her off, she gasped for breath desperately, heaving on the bed. She was a mess, she was sure. She could barely even see, she'd been crying so hard, and her head spun as blood shifted and pooled in weird ways in her body. Her hands clawed and gripped the bed, and she tried not to think about how much of a mess her uniform was. It hadn't been a few dribbles of spit that had stained it: it had been a copious amount of cum and spit. "What the-"
That was as far as she got before he interrupted her. "I need to pee, like, now, Missy. You can either drink it, or I can just piss on you." She glanced down at her bed, knowing that obviously any pissing would soak right through to the mattress too. She inwardly sighed and wrapped her lips around his dick, swallowing it up in a slow grinding movement. It was easier, now that it was partially flaccid, and only one spurt or two of the acrid stuff actually hit the inside of her mouth before she managed to firmly lodge his cock in her esophagus. From then on, it was smooth sailing, as piss streamed directly into her stomach. She just closed her eyes and let it, completely defeated in the moment.
When he was finished, she swallowed the piss in her mouth, and he dragged her up to him, wrapping his arms around her with a suddenness that was only rivaled by the softness. "That was amazing, Missy," he said, practically breathing the words out. "You did a fantastic job. The best I've ever had, if I'm being honest."
She hadn't exactly enjoyed it, but... she did like having his arms wrapped around her, and being praised, so she stayed quiet and let him keep talking.
"It was really great. I've had a lot of women who couldn't manage half of what you did. You're really incredible."
There was a smile that forced itself onto her lips at that, just a tiny little thing. He was saying she was a better lover than all those other women. More able to handle him. More mature. It had been nice to see his responses, even if he hadn't exactly been nice in taking his pleasure from her. She just closed her eyes and basked in the positive attention, choosing to enjoy it in silence as he cooed and stroked her hair and offered compliment after compliment. It was a complete one hundred eighty from how he'd been mere minutes ago, but, she really liked it, so she decided to let it slide.