Vanessa hesitated just outside Roger's office. She awkwardly bounced from one foot to the other.
Ah! Fuck it!! She could ask, right? It wasn't a sin to ask! She opened the door, stepping inside Roger's office, the man himself looking up from his desk as she appeared in the doorway and closed it behind her. She just swallowed as he looked at her expectantly. "Just you, Vanessa?"
"Yeah," Vanessa replied. She bounced on her feet again. It was just an awkward movement, but Roger's eyes immediately zeroed in on her tits... was he a size king? He couldn't be, right? No offense to Xico - who deserved a hot older boyfriend! - but the girl had bug bites at best, and they were pretty close, right? Even if it wasn't full on boyfriend girlfriend, they were definitely fucking... "I wanted to ask - ah, I know it's awful..."
"You want to have sex again?" Roger asked, a casual smile on his lips.
Vanessa could feel her cheeks heat up. "Yes, but- n-not just sex, the... ah!" She covered her face up with her hands. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't even ask, I'm such an awful person! But... could we do that... dirty talking again?" Please please please let him say yes! It was so hot, insanely hot, stupidly hot-! It was okay if he said no, guys could say no and that wasn't wrong, but she really wanted to hear a real guy in real life say insane and stupid misandrist stuff! She'd gotten a taste, and now she was an addict!
"The dirty talking...?" He paused for a moment. "Oh. The misandry stuff."
She nodded. "It's okay if you don't want to, I know you went through that nasty stuff-" God, you're actually asking a rape victim to do misandrist dirty talk for you, you awful person, "-but you said you weren't bothered, so if that was really true, then-"
She was cut off by him zipping up to her. Her breath caught in her throat as he looked down at her, his hand going to her face and just pinching her face, like some bully or grandpa or something, holding her cheeks together awkwardly. "I like being dominant more than submissive," he told her. Duh! It was a birthday present-! "But you really liked it, huh?" She nodded. He hesitated, seeming to consider her - then reached down for one of her breasts, fingers sinking into the flesh. "I liked fucking Nora during work hours," he told her, his voice a husky whisper.
"As much as you want-! As many times! I'll use my own mana!" She offered anything she could think of! Maybe the 'addict' thing wasn't just a turn of phrase.
He pulled his hand back, considering her again. "The reason I liked it when May- when Fals," he corrected, "was dominant with me, is that I wasn't afraid of her. I thought she was just a normal human woman, and I had superspeed, so obviously if anything bad ever happened, I could beat her up." Vanessa didn't have any idea where he was going with this, but he was a rape victim talking about his experiences, so she would listen and believe! "It turned out that wasn't true, obviously, but I enjoyed it while it lasted. Is there any magic you can do to make yourself completely harmless?"
"Ah!" He wanted to feel safe with her! That was so sweet! "If you use the cloning magic, then the clone just disappears when the spell's done, or if it wants to."
He looked at her for several long seconds. "Okay," he said, at last, giving her a smile. "We can do the dirty talk, but I get to choose the positions, okay?"
"Yes," she agreed immediately. Sex wasn't about positions anyway. Well, okay, it was, but stupid lewd dirty talk about how much of a meat dildo the guy was definitely more than made up for doing it with the guy or top or whatever. "I can do that. Thanks," she told him, trying to keep her cool, practically squealing on the inside.
A hot older guy who would do her misandrist dirty talk stuff?! So good!
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He'd actually even asked her for some examples of the kind of stuff she liked. Dialogue focused, obviously, so some Dikdu videos, some smut, eeee!
An hour later, after trying to figure out how to squeeze the absolute most magic out of the least mana (because now she'd get more sexy fun times with a hot, game, older guy out of it!), Vanessa placed the piece of paper with the magic circles in front of him, totally ready to burn mana to make this whole thing happen.
"This stuff seems pretty ridiculous," he said.
"Don't say that!" Vanessa said. It was, but you shouldn't say it! "It might make you bad at sex when we do the spell," she said.
"Oh, sorry. That makes sense." He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. When he opened them again. "I get to choose the positions, right?" She nodded rapidly and excitedly. "So if I want to be on top, or get a blowjob, or a titfuck, we do that. But I say all this..." He trailed off for a second. "Misandrist stuff. It's very, uh, different from the kind of thing they said back where I came from."
"Oh yeah! Alternate universe! Well, culture is different here, so don't worry, it all makes total sense," she said. "Are you ready to...?"
He nodded, placing his finger at the wrong spot on the paper (that was where hers was supposed to go). She gently lifted his hand up, moving him to point at his spot, and then put her own finger down. She took a deep breath, and then exhaled as she pushed her own mana into the paper.
Come on, sexy misandrist older guy! Tell her all the hot stuff she wants to hear!
The clone popped into existence. He looked her up and down with a very hungry expression - it was actually a little unusual for the misandrist stuff. Maybe you'd see it in, like, mind control? But mind control tended to have the guy either mind controlled to be a submissive love slave or some bizarre attitudes about men and women; uninhibited visual lust for misandrist guys was rare... but hot!
"So do we have sex here, or...?" The clone asked.
"Oh! I actually only have a half-day today, which already ended, so c'mon!" She grabbed his wrist and started tugging him along. As she got on the elevator, though, she had a sudden realization: she couldn't take him home! Her mom didn't like her bringing over guys, much less much older guys! "Uh. We'll go to your place," she said.
"Alright," Roger agreed. "I mean. I don't have 'a place'. Men can't own property. Since I'm your living meat dildo, my home is yours now."
Her cheeks heated up at those words. Not just because they were hot! But also because they were on the freaking elevator and the doors could open at any time! Holy crap, older guys were the best - no shame! - but also holy crap, she wanted Roger to have a little shame right now so she didn't have to worry about dying of embarrassment if somebody overheard!
Instead of saying any of that out loud, though, she just said: "Uh, yeah, yep, that's right," and dragged him out of the building as quickly as she could manage. She needed to get him far away from anybody she knew before he said any more stuff like that!
...was this what the protagonists of those stories felt like, when their newly misandrist cockslave started babbling? Ah! Focus!! You have a hot guy who's willing to do your weird sexy roleplay! Get him to his place so he can fuck you until you can't move!
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Roger's place was pretty spartan... they said that you could tell a lot about a guy from how he kept his place. There were video games on the coffee table in front of the TV, and hentai DVDs. (They were all mascdom stuff, sadly. Lame! She probably would have tried being one of Roger's two girlfriends if he was into domme play like that, hnng! As it was, though, he was just a hot older guy who fucked like a god and was willing to go along with her kinks and thought she was hot, and- well, if he was single then she would've gone for it, duh, but he wasn't.)
"Oh, I'm sorry, my lady," Roger said. "These DVDs were for the old me, the stupid one who thought men should have equal rights to women," he explained, and God he was good at coming off as sincere when he said that stuff. Her pussy was getting wet just hearing him talk like that. He grabbed one of those little trash bins, took it to the kitchen, emptied it completely into the main trash, and then came back to put all the hentai DVDs in there.
You wouldn't think that a guy throwing DVDs in the trash would be sexy... but it turns out it was! Holy shit! She was feeling a little awkward wearing these clothes, just because her clit was pushing against her panties-! Wait, this was 'her' apartment now, right? She owned it? She pulled off her shirt in a rush, then unhooked her bra, yanked her way out of her pants and panties, just getting naked as quick as she could. When she was done, Roger looked at her with unbridled lust, his gaze falling on her tits again.
He peeled his own clothes off a couple seconds later, revealing that hot, muscular body of his, and then his big cock too, the hard thing bouncing around in the open air, full of life and vigor. She stared at it longingly as he plopped his butt down on the couch. "My lady," Roger said, making her eyes flick up back to his. "Even though I'm nothing but a mere male, suited only for sex and too dim to control my own money-" God, she was getting so wet, "-I'd like to ask if you could give me another titfuck."
Oh, right. He got to pick the positions. She'd titfucked him before, and sadly it was like she thought: a position meant for porn. It was kinda hot having a dude's pecker in her tits, especially given Roger clearly liked her big tits, but- well, there was no sense crying about it. They'd have sex the regular way later. (Surely.) She clambered into his lap, practically smushing her tits into his face. "You need to lubricate them, you stupid man," she told him, and he immediately leaned forward, starting to lick all over her tits, pushing them together to help his tongue cover more ground as he slithered all around.
This part was genuinely good. His tongue rubbing along her bare flesh, her breath being stolen away by the goosebumps that ran across her skin, her toes absently curling behind her. It was like teasing, since he wasn't going to eat her out (maybe later? But then there'd be no kissing? Well, she could make him wash his face off or something...), but his tongue felt good, brushing across her bare skin. He was taking his time with it, took, occasionally pausing to let more saliva bubble up in his mouth before drooling it out, the warm, oozing feeling of it making her toes curl as she sat in his lap.
His cock occasionally twitched as he worked, casually slapping against her stomach. God, she wanted it in her pussy so bad. She decided to try to distract herself with dirty talk. "That's a good boy," she told him soothingly, running her fingers through his hair. "You used to own a whole apartment building, but now it belongs to me, doesn't it?" He hummed and nodded as he licked, his cock twitching again. A little droplet of precum slapped against her stomach, and she just panted as his tongue made its way to her nipples - not so much lathering up her tits, now, as licking her nipples, flicking against the sensitive, perky nubs. "That's right. Men exist to be living dildos and wallets for women. You're going to - nn - buy me lots of gifts, whatever, I want, and- and not buy anything for yourself, other than sexy outfits or underwear, which are really gifts for me," she explained, panting as he started to suckle on her nipple.
His hand slid down her stomach as her voice started to strain, starting to tease her lower lips and clit. She was so horny she might actually come from it. "Please, tell me more, my lady," he breathed out into her breasts before diving back to work.
"Yeah," she panted, hands clasping the back of his head. Getting fingered while the guy licked your tits was hardly the worst thing in the world. "This is what you're for, just a- a living, meat dildo, and your big, hard cock," she said, reaching down to touch it, feeling the sheer weight of it between her fingers, the way it trembled in her grasp, "your big hard cock is my toy now. Whenever I'm horny, I get it, understand? Your feelings don't matter. As a man, they never do~o," her voice warbled, and she bit her lip - and Roger responded by pinching her clit between his thumb and forefinger at the same time he sucked hard on her nipple.
It was too much. She came. She spasmed, hips bucking back and forth, practically slapping at his face with her spit-coated tits, her fingers tightening around the back of his head as she moaned happily. Pleasure raced up her spine, both the physical - she was getting her pussy played with and her tits worshiped, and that felt nice - and the transcendent - her fantasies of a hot older misandrist guy were being made real right here and now as that fat cock twitched in her grasp.
When her orgasm finished, Roger pulled away from her tits, and she didn't let him ruin the moment - she knew what he wanted. She got down on her knees in front of him again, his big cock twitching as it seemed to loom over her. She took a deep breath through her nose and leaned forward, pressing her tits together around his cock, enjoying the lively feeling of the thick round thing in her bust.
It was hardly orgasmic, but it was still nice, feeling the way it twitched. She moved her breasts up and down along his length, looking up at him for some sign of how good he was feeling, and she got it. His lips were softly parted, his breathing a little slower, his chest rising and falling somewhat more deeply as he breathed. After a few seconds of her just staring up at him, he spoke. "Ah, my lady, your breasts feel so good," he told her. "Having big tits wrapped around my cock is so much better than having human rights or money. Please, if I'm good, please let me enjoy this every day from now o~on, as my reward for being a good cuntslave for you."
His voice warbled here and there, and she definitely was enjoying listening to his dirty talk, her own breathing becoming shallower as she pumped away with her tits. "Yeah, that's right. My tits have completely defeated you. Say my tits are the best! Say my tits are more important to you than- than anything! Than money, than human rights!"
"Your tits are worth more to me than money or human rights," Roger groaned, his hips bucking up into her breasts. "I'm just an eager little cuntslave, ruled by your big fat tits, I'd rather get titfucked than have a job or freedom or a life," he explained - and then erupted, hot cum splattering all over her tits and neck and chin, his body shuddering and jerking as he unloaded there. His fingers clenched around the couch on either side of him, as he just lay there, panting for breath.
She enjoyed the warm, sticky feeling of his cum all over her skin. It wasn't really that great on its own (like eating honey with your fingers), but what it represented was nice. She'd gotten a guy off, with her big tits (which he liked), while he said lewd and obscene things about himself and his gender (which she liked). It was awesome.
He clearly needed a moment, though, before he could do much else, so she got up from where she'd been kneeling, heading over to the bathroom to wash herself off. She casually sprayed warm water across her breasts, dabbing at the region the spunk had landed, and eventually felt satisfied that her body was now clean of the sticky gunk... then she glanced over to the bathtub, where there was a several inch thick puddle of blue goop. She peered at it in confusion. What the hell is that? As she leaned over the tub, she noticed a strange red splotch in the middle of the goop - and then an eyeball formed on the surface of the goop, making her fall on her ass in surprise.
"Ehh? Slutty cock brought a friend home in the middle of the day?" Came a female, even childish voice from the tub, as it gathered into a humanoid shape, a large-breasted girl peering over the edge of the tub. "Does that mean Bup can-"
"Shut up, Bup," came Roger's voice, making her start to shrink back with a whimper.
Oh no! This clone-Roger was here to fuck Vanessa, which meant it was being a jerk to Bup, since she wasn't Vanessa and presumably wanted sex! Vanessa didn't know who Bup was, but given that Roger knew her name and wasn't freaking out about her hanging out in his bathtub, she was probably a sex partner.
A slime creature? She didn't really know much of anything about slime creatures. They were... algae mats? Fungal colonies? Well, this one didn't seem to be much of one...
"Sorry, Bup," Vanessa said hurriedly. "Roger is on a date with me." She would have offered a threesome, but... she didn't want a threesome! She already had to give Roger a titfuck! She wanted him to fuck her! "He's just testy because we're doing some roleplaying. Come on, Roger," she added, grabbing Roger's wrist and pulling him out of the bathroom. "You shouldn't be mean to your roommate."
Roger just rolled his eyes. "It's Bup. You're only being nice because you don't know her." He shook his head. "Look, I'm here for you, Vanessa," he said, and her heart beat faster in her chest at those words. They were true! He was literally here for her! "Forget about the slime girl. Hm. You can suggest a position," he said, having broken character anyway.
"O-oh?" She gulped. She did like being on top, but also it was a lot of work, and Roger had a lot of endurance, with that muscly body of his. (A magic-user like her was a total soft-body and couldn't compete.) "I guess... missionary? Or, well, me on my back and you on top, you can pick out the details. Like, if you want to lean back, or whatever."
"Understood, my lady," he said, falling back into character. "Please, can you lie on the bed, so I can enjoy your tight pussy and your big breasts at the same time?" He asked her, and she hurriedly hopped on the bed, spreading her legs invitingly for him. She was definitely eager to get fucked! Fingering was nice and all, but sex was waaaay better! Roger clambered up in between her legs, and then pushed inside her with a groan.
She sighed at the sensation, relishing the feeling of being filled up. She'd been teased and edged by that cock of his, her breath now tumbling out of her mouth in staggered pants as she dealt with the pleasure running up her spine. The bed started to squeak, Roger's hips bucking away at her pussy, her cunt idly squeezing and gripping his dick as he thrust inside her. Thump, thump, thump, each push of his cock all the way deep inside her rubbed deep, deep within her, the grinding sensation wonderful.
"This is so much better than having a job, or a life, or anything like that," he told her, pumping away at her wet pussy all the while. Her clit throbbed and pulsed, especially when he'd hilt inside her and root around for a few moments, his pelvis just grinding at her clit in a way that was awkward and pleasant at once. "Nngod, forget it, I'm going to quit my job at Star Heroic to be your cuntslave," he told her. "I used to own this apartment complex, so it's yours now, and that means that you'll never have to work, you can just live off my money, and use my body, and all I ask in return is to be allowed to put my cock in this tight pussy of yours."
He really knew what he was doing. Her arousal spiralled upwards as he spoke, her pussy spasming quietly around his cock, and as he finished his thought, she finally came, one of her most powerful orgasms ever, her pussy going absolutely crazy around his cock. His hands were on her thighs, so she couldn't just snap her legs shut around his hips, but that didn't matter, nothing mattered, she felt too fucking good right now to complain about anything. She just moaned and jerked on Roger's cock, her pussy going wild, her head swimming - and then he started to pump inside her.
"Yes, making you come is all I want to live for, my lady," he grunted out. "Any man should be lucky to get to fuck a woman! Men were meant to be inferior to women, to serve them, to get fucked by them! We're too stupid to be allowed to make our own decisions!" His voice was energetic, and even as he degraded men's thinking abilities, it was Vanessa's brain that was dribbling out of her groin right now. "I want to be a slave to your cunt," he said, his pace intensifying. "I want to be allowed to feel these big fat tits around my cock every day, and I'd do anything for it."
Vanessa came again at that point, and Roger let her legs snap around his hips this time, dragging him deep inside her, grinding her body against his, clit pressing against his pelvis as his cock rubbed all over her insides. Her thoughts were too short-circuited to form words, the sheer obscene sexiness way too much for her right now, and his hands reached up for her breasts, squishing them together, the superstimulus only growing more as he leaned down over her to suck on her nipples, tongue flashing out just right to make her toes curl.
Eventually, her orgasm left her, leaving her shuddering in the afterglow. Holy fuck. She now understood why Xico and Nora were fighting over (?; she definitely got that vibe) Roger. He hadn't even used his superspeed to intensify the sensation, and that was probably her best orgasm, ever. He was a sex god. When he pulled back from her breasts, looking down at her, his eyes were hungry, lusty, animalistic, bestial, horny. His cock twitched inside her, and as he started to pull his hips back, she loosened her grip with her legs around them, panting softly as she felt him slide like that.
"You're," she gasped out, "you're my slave," she said, pointing up at him stupidly as she struggled to recover.
"That's right," he agreed, thrusting at her hips. "I'm your slave. I live to obey you. As a man, it was always inevitable that once a smart, capable, busty woman like you came around and told me how things were going to be, I'd drop everything I ever believed and just get used for rooting around in your pussy. A living wallet and dildo, that's all I want to be any more - no, it's all I ever wanted to be, I was just too stupid to recognize it." He leaned down again, licking at her nipples.
Fuck, he was so good at this, her brain was genuinely turning into goop from that dirty talk. He must have used his super speed to read a bunch of misandrist smut, right? Her cunt was on fire as she twitched underneath him, trying to say anything at all as pleasure ran from her clit to her brain, from her tits to her brain, from her cunt to her brain, and Roger just slowly and steadily fucked her. His words were like a sweet balm, slowly seeping into every crevice of her brain as he went on, and on...
"You should be in charge. Women should be in charge. I'm sorry for ever telling you no. I'm sorry for not showing up at your house the moment you first had a sexual thought about men, and being there to let you do whatever you wanted to me. I'm sorry for not being put to use as a living fucktoy by a younger woman sooner, but I'll do my best to make up for it. It's only natural, for a man."
Vanessa squealed as she came all over again, her pussy gripping and squeezing and milking his cock, and Roger groaned, bottomed out, and erupted inside her. She sputtered, trying to form words. "Guh, get, baby, trapped," she managed to get out.
Roger's response was a groan. "You can't, baby trap, the willing," he told her. "I'll pay, for as many babies as you wa~ant," he gasped out, as he finished spurting a thick, copious amount of cum in her cunt. When he was finished, he pulled out of her, his cock idly twitching in the open air, her gaze going down to his dick. He looked at her for several long seconds, seeming to considering continuing, then just left to the bathroom.
That was fine. She probably needed a break.
That was... intense.
Good! Really good!
Intense, though.
He was so good at roleplaying a misandrist, if it hadn't been for that brief breaking of character when he'd talked to Bup, she probably would have wondered if the clone-Roger somehow had absorbed the misandry thing.
Maybe they should have normal sex for the next round? Not, like, for Roger's sake, but just as a change of pace? He was so good at dirty talk, though, her head was cloudy remembering some of the things he said, her brain trying to point out good ideas for fun sexy stuff to make him say.
Roger emerged from the bathroom at that point, his dick looking pristine. "I want a blowjob next," he told her.
"Yes," she immediately agreed, eager and enthusiastic. It wasn't like when they'd started things off with the titfuck - she genuinely wanted to pay him back for making her wildest fantasies come true like this. She shifted on the bed as he plopped down on it, then just wrapped her lips around his cock and hoovered it up, slurping it down to the base in short order, her throat wetly coiling around his dick.
"Nng, getting my dick sucked is worth any humiliation," he breathed out. "But it's not humiliating, really... it's just acceptance. Accepting my new place in the world. No, my proper place, the place I was always meant for. Always destined for." Fuuuuck that was so hot. She wanted his dick in her pussy again already! She started to bob more rapidly, to try to get him off faster, her tongue and lips slurping and suckling and stimulating his cock as she moved up and down his length. "A man like me was meant to be used for sex and money, submitting to a woman who would get me off, a big-titted, competent woman who can run my life better than I ever could..."
With how rapidly she was fucking her face on his cock, it didn't take that long for him to orgasm, spraying hot cum all over the inside of her mouth with a wet groan. She hurriedly gulped it all up, not wanting to interrupt the sex to go clean her face off, and managed to keep any of it from falling out of her mouth. When he finished coming, she popped off. "What position next?" Oh, roleplay. "Slave? I'm being kind by letting you pick out a position, even though obviously I make all the decisions in this relationship."
"I would like to be on top again," he told her, and instantly, she got into position once more, fully trusting him to make her come her brains out a second time.
He did exactly that, the dirty talk so perfectly attuned, her mind melting out of her pussy as she came with some of her most intense orgasms ever, going cross-eyed in bliss.
God, he was so good at sex.
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