I Have No Idea
by Redsliver
Chapter 16
* * *I swallowed the pill. I don’t mean that metaphorically. I intentionally overdosed myself on god-punished, eternal-toil, raging-cock medication. I was distracting myself by being pissed off that the wrong Greek legend had been stamped into the blue tablet. I ground my teeth.I felt my lungs seize. My cock was an escape. Amanda had given me some other drug. One tablet, twenty five minutes ago, left me ready to fuck my brains out. Now, I would be distracted from betrayal, rage, and hurt.
I had Ellie in front of me. She was ecstatic. I felt like a god. Her bright blue eyes were wide and her skinny lipped mouth was cut into a serial killer smile. She was going to join me on a tear through cosplay central. I reached for her; I took her hands. I stopped shaking. It hadn’t been much but I was scared and I was angry.
Amanda. Who the fuck was Amanda? What was in those orange capsules?
It hit me like a speeding truck. I didn’t blame her. She didn’t know me any more than I knew her. I had lost memories of meeting her, let alone working with her, living with her, loving with her. We had a child together. Noel.
Olivia and Rena had said I had become the same goofball but augmented with megalomaniacal dreams. I guess I acted more trepidatious now? The loss of confidence, surety, purpose in my actions? That would scare anyone. How would you cope upon seeing such a major change in the mind to the other parent of your kid? No, I didn’t blame Amanda. I saved my anger for others. I hoped I understood Amanda. I had pity for her.
“Take me to the comic book whores.” I focused. Ellie giggled. She looked at Bethany and Lacy who flanked me. Their words still echoed in my ears.
“I hadn’t seen one of those amber pills since I landed and took all of those vaccines.” Bethany had said.
“Me too but I was just given a tiny one. I don’t think I could’ve swallowed one of the ones Mistress Deering gave Master.” Lacy blanched.
I zoned out when Bethany laughed “Bitch, you could swallow a horse’s cock.”
“Yeah, after months of practice, not when I first landed that first day.” Lacy’s counter had buzzed in my ear. I looked to Ellie and I swallowed the pill she had given me. Lacy lamented: “I would even spit out cum back then.”
“Are you coming?” Ellie would’ve skipped while leading me into the hedonistic nerd den. Her enlarged state made her think twice. She still gave a twirl. I walked behind her.
The whores remained a step behind me. Ellie lead a step ahead of me. We stepped under the arch and into the courtyard with the seven different doors. The Cobra symbol called to me again. I took one obvious step. Lacy’s hand laid on my shoulder.
“Cartoon’s kind of a work in progress. Did you want to visit Dakota?” She remembered my question from Alice Perkins’ coffee shop. “She’s been really popular since you put her in The Baroness outfit. I could never dare to wear that much leather.”
“Picking out glasses, huh?” I said. Dakota had been vaguely South American though tall. Baroness Anastasia DeCobray was supposed to be Eastern European. I’m sure she could have a tan. I had in mind of her muscular body down on the beach and her dark hair. The zipper pulled down showing off the valley of her tits. All black but for the vivid red logo to match her come-fuck-me lipstick. I was grinning.
“Yeah, though she’s probably caked in cum after last night’s debauchery.” Ellie laughed. “Even still, she’d love to see you.”
“Was last night special?”
“Not a holiday or anything like that,” Bethany said, “But a bunch of Silicon Valley millionaires arrived with an army of potential college recruits. I had to repaint She-Hulk four times.”
Bethany had slept the night away. I thought she was scheduled to start working soon. How long have these nerds been here?
“And The Globe is—”
Out from under the overlooking caryatids, we stepped onto the gold brick road. The big double doors under Spider-Man’s logo swung outward and a young looking Asian man, incredibly drunk, hung off of his escorts for dear life. All three women were taller than him and that was accentuated by his inability to stand.
On his left arm was Storm of the X-Men and she was spectacular. Her thick white hair and gorgeous curved stature were completed with the white contacts in her eyes. She had the hairpin crown, though it was crooked and glossy with cum. Much of her hair was stiff and crackled from the orgiastic night. Her brilliant white hair definitely wasn’t a wig. Her leotard was torn; her breasts had fallen out. Her cape hung from her shoulders and flared out to bracelets on her wrists. Even after the night she had obviously taken on, she and her costume were amazing.
I doubted she saw well through those contacts. The next escort, was Rogue, big eighties hair, form fitting green and yellow lycra top, short leather bomber jacket, and the perfect amount of white in her skunkhead brown hair. I had to smile. Her pants were long gone and her thighs were more than a little red. She waved to see us. I smiled.
His final escort was Nastya. She was visibly older than the other two, who might’ve been teenagers. Her Emma Frost lingerie was practically immaculate. The X cut out of her top suggested that the remains of the outfit probably had to be glued onto her tits. Her lips were painted a subtle blue. Her eye makeup was a little overdone and more than a little messy from the night. She must’ve had seven inch heels in those skyscraper leather platform boots of hers. She was rubbing the young man’s back and whispering something encouraging, and probably way out of character, into his ear.
I had a flash of anxiety. A gut punch of anger. I remembered that journey in the limo with my Valkyrie, Nastya, and my brother. I remembered the amber pill. Had she given it to me? Had Larry? Who was in on it? Paranoia wrenched my guts. It wasn’t only Larry. Shani had stuffed drugs in my mouth at that barbecue. I lost my time with Rena, with my first born son!
I stopped. I wondered if there were complicit whores? Or were they just useful idiots for Amanda and her conspirators. Goddammit! I tried to take calming breaths. It wasn’t enough.
“Oh my God!” Bethany gasped as I staggered and grabbed Minerva by the haft of the statue’s spear. I was hyperventilating.
“Master!” Screamed Rogue. That poor Asian kid was face down in a flower bush. I had six women on me worried and poking. Ellie slapped me. The girls around us were shocked.
“Good move,” I rubbed my face. “Thank you.”
That probably hadn’t been the recommended medical procedure, but I shook myself off and stood up. I blinked. Looked into my thoughts. The fuel in my brain and the pharmacy in my cock gave me solid footing. I grabbed Ellie’s hand and squeezed her fingers. She was my safe place.
“Hey, you’d do it for me.” She laughed. “Oh God, no you wouldn’t. You’d never hit a woman and I’m doubly protected with your spawn in me.” She was cackling. Storm, Rogue and Lacy glared at Ellie. Nastya, my White Queen, grinned.
“Do you need us to call someone?” She asked. With a look over her shoulder, she worried. The Asian kid would wait on me. That wasn’t fair.
“Get him to wherever he’s sleeping.” I gestured. I grabbed Nastya’s hand letting the other four whores take care of him.
“Nice,” Ellie looked Nastya up and down. “And she barely needs a wipe down.”
That got me laughing. I smiled at Nastya. “Hello Emma.”
“Hello Black King.” She smirked. “I expected you in more formal wear.”
I laughed. Fuck. I was wearing flip flops and bermuda shorts. I grabbed her. Her shorts were torn down the back of her ass. They had been designed to be destroyed. I liked that. Whoever had fucked her all night had bent her over. That Asian kid would’ve needed a stepstool. Hell, with her boots and legs, I’d have been served to at least put down a couple of my college textbooks. Clearly worth it to get to the point of entry right.
“Are you still good to party?” Ellie asked as she leaned over and kissed Bethany on the cheek as the procession walked by. “Thanks for that, hun.”
“Do I still have my shift?” Bethany asked her fellows as they carried off the successful partier.
“Not if he wants to dance,” Nastya answered Ellie. “My legs are on fire.”
“I dance?” I laughed. Ellie tutted.
“One of your many acquired skills.” She said.
“So, which door?” I asked Nastya.
“Anime, Comics, and Disney are still crazy.” She pointed out. She gestured to the Enterprise marked door. “And Sci-Fi’s been raided. I think I saw that new Slave Leia eating out Snow White.”
I was laughing. “C’mon. I’ve got white. I need black.” I aimed for the Cobra door.
“Oh, in that case your Uhura’s still in Comics. There was this East Indian guy who had wanted Storm and one of those bald chicks from Wakanda. You didn’t have a girl you had forced to shave her head yet so they started the raid on Sci-Fi.”
“That’s not what I meant.” I shook my head and reached the door. I pushed in, letting go of their hands. Keep going forward. Think with your dick, think with your dick, think with your dick. The first time in my life I was telling myself that. “I was talking about what you were wearing.”
“Oh, the Black Queen. Dark Phoenix is in red tonight.” I stopped with the door open at Nastya’s words. I laughed. I entered. They followed.
The room was cartoons. Anime was elsewhere. Disney was elsewhere. Kinda. I saw my Baroness, Dakota. She was on her knees. Her elbows were handcuffed to the girl kneeling against her back. A new face, green makeup and black hair. Low light and the disguise of makeup, the girls could’ve been sisters. Three men stood over them. Two wobbly and giddy. One in a furious state of near completion. Each totally had a spy under his arm. The nurse from Rena’s birth, technically my children Lorraine and Lawrence’s births, had had her hair cut short and flared out to match her role as Clover.
“Holy mother fuck,” The last man buckled as he moaned and groaned. The girl in the green, Shego, was begging for his cum, but it was the back of the Baroness’s head that was getting it.
“What the fuck have I done?” I laughed. Catching the attention of the room. I had been noticed. There was only the three patrons bukkaking my Baroness and Shego. Around the room, there was a Kim Possible, tiny little teen in a shredded black t-shirt and stained cargo pants and a goth looking girl with a vertical floof of hair tending bar. I saw no one else, obviously this had not been the priority to finish off. The room was decorated as a mad scientist’s volcano lair. The bar and the dance floor lay under the shadow of a giant laser cannon.
“Jesus!” Laughed the guy cuddling with Alex. Shit, I recognized her. She was the Latina girl by the pool that first flash. That was fucking months ago or two days in waking memory. Mary? Maria? Fuck, I had two days of memories in my repertoire and I couldn’t get the name. “Hey man, love the island.”
“Thanks, it has been a labor of lust.” I quipped. The words came out like a bored habit. I smirked. Maybe I was probing into the other mind? I needed those memories back.
“Yeah, if only we could all be as stupid rich.” He snorted. “How come you don’t sell Sisyphos off the island? It’s the best party drug I ever had.”
“Red tape.” I assumed. That felt different. That felt like a lie. I had pulled that out of nowhere.
“Well, man, I’m burnt out.” He tilted up Alex’s head and gave her a kiss. “You don’t mind if I take her back to the room. In costume and all?”
She looked at me hoping for a no. I looked to Ellie saw I was more than expected to give a yes.
“Hell, if your friends won’t stop you, take the set.” I answered smoothly. Just get the fuck out of here. I kept to myself.
“Well you can have Sam. I’m more interested in glasses and cumstains here.” Said his other friend. He reached down into the Baroness’s leather outfit.
“I’m actually here for her,” I warned him off. Dakota swung her head around. Her glasses were crooked and streaked and in need of a cleaning. She was a mess. I forced a smile. I’d let her clean up and come back for her. “But what kind of host would I be if I did that? Go on, man, take her.”
“Really?” She sounded so miserable to me. He seemed excited by the show of a smile for her client.
“You can’t have Clover. This little slut knows first aid and I’m going to get me some mouth to mouth, mouth to dick, and dick to ass.” Third guy seemed proud of himself. His drugs were still raring him to go. Kim Possible came over with the keys to the cuffs.
“Kimmy and Shego get to stay,” I decided. Redhead looked over at me as the cuffs were undone and the villains were freed.
I was making a mistake. Amanda had drugged me and prescribed fucking my brains out. She had to get the father of our daughter back on the track she wanted. Stay smart, stay in control. The problem was, I had rocket fuel in my balls and once you hit ignition, you got to go to liftoff. I grabbed Ellie. I kissed her.
The feeling of taking a beautiful woman in your arms is easily one of my favorites. The rush, from her, to get tied up with you is incredible. Her big tummy pressed against me lit me up even brighter. I shoved my tongue down her throat, lifted her by the ass. We crab walked over to the bar.
Emma Frost was already sitting on a stool. She pulled a glass skewer from her mouth, holding the olive between her teeth as she swirled her martini in her left hand. I perched Ellie on the next stool. I grabbed Nastya and kissed her just as hard. She smirked as I stood up and ate the olive.
“You really want us like this?” Kim asked as Shego hid over the redhead’s shoulder. Kim’s top was torn up and her perky teenaged tits were staring me in the face. She looked otherwise unmolested. Shego looked like sloppy sevenths. Her hair, her makeup, her vinyl bodysuit had been plastered.
“He’ll just want a beer,” Ellie was ordering for me. “This is lovely, thank you.”
I looked back to my Disney, but not Disney princess, girls. “I’m sure there’s somewhere you can towel off and touch up.”
“Yeah, but the night makeup staff hasn’t yet been replaced,” Shego worried.
“Do your best? I’m going to need help with these two.” I thumbed towards Ellie and ran my hand over The White Queen’s leg. I smirked at Nastya as the two nemeses hurried off to a disguised exit under the northern lava waterfall. “So, Emma, I was thinking of invading your Inner Circle.”
“I can’t wait,” She smiled reaching back over the bar. The bartender handed her a short pump bottle of lubricant. “But we had better use this or it’s going to burn like Hellfire.”
Normally, if I’m laughing that hard, I find it difficult to keep up the sex games. She got off of her porch, turned over, mounting the barstool with one knee and reaching back to be certain her shorts were ripped enough. They weren’t, I used two hands and loved the shrill tear of busting stitches. Ellie squirted a pump into her hand. I kicked away my shorts.
“The trick is to double tap,” Ellie quoted with a giggle. She meant lube up my dick and her asshole. She grabbed my cock with her left hand, not her best, as she slathered me with the warming lubricant. Nastya growled with the aid of vibrating lungs. I slapped both of her ass cheeks and opened her wide.
“I’m jealous,” The gothy bartender was attempting to taunt me to draw her in but I couldn’t place her weird haircut or black and purple top. She had a great body though.
“Do you want me to lead you in?” Ellie looked up as she pulled her index and middle finger out of Nastya’s butt. I shook my head.
“Sometimes, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” I tried to make that sound profound but I was playing around, in my giant, island size, fuck funhouse.
Nastya’s ass was smooth and tight. She was ready and excited for me. I sank my sharp grip into the meat of her beautiful ass and marched my way to the hilt. Her legs were akimbo and crooked, saving me from finding my old textbooks. I scaled my hands up her body. She had strong muscles, soft skin, wide hips, furious grunts. I reached for her tits. I took hold and I started fucking her.
I’ll admit, I hadn’t know much about anal. There was startling muscle memory to it. My dirty supervillain billionaire minded self had practiced, practiced, practiced. I let out an elated whoop. Ellie cheered me on.
“Fuck that X-slut.” She growled. “Fuck the evil out of her.”
“My cock converts supervillainesses.” I exclaimed jumping on board of the joke.
“No!” Nastya hammed up the impending defeat. “I have so many schemes! Evil plans that must be fulfilled! But your cock is too powerful, you’re too powerful. I was your White Queen! Master make of me not even your white pawn.”
I fucked wearing a great big smile. I dug my fingers in, feeling that plastic feeling of her top. My fingers found the edges of the fabric. The costume clung so tightly to her tits I could feel the stiffness of her nipples pushing through. I pulled, stripped it from her skin. She screamed.
“Oh my God!” I worried,. I could feel the stickiness of the costume glue now.
“Don’t fucking stop!” She pleaded. Her sphincter tightened hard against my cock. “Make it hurt just a little more.”
I cocked an arrogant grin. Ellie leaned in and whispered.
“Keep fucking her, I’m going to send Bethany and Sunlight back to help Heidi and—Oh shit, I mean Shego and Kim.” She kissed my cheek and slapped both Nastya’s and my asses. I wasn’t focused, I had missed the door being opened. She felt too good, too hot, too tight.
I squinted as muscles tightened everywhere. I grinned as the energy rolled up from the drugs I had taken. I fucked as she begged me to do it more.
My fingers stuck weakly to her tits. I looked over at the bartender.
“Wipe these things off!” I lifted and bared Nastya to the girl. The look of envy on the bartender’s face was edifying. I was in demand, I was invincible! I even had my one supervillain island lair.
Her asshole was tight, a warm and an incredible fit. The energy from my cock pills was boiling in my blood. I gritted my teeth. She was moaning, grunting, feeling me with intensity. I hollered out wordless glee.
I felt the young bartender’s wet towel run over my fingers and clearing up Nastya’s tits. I met those overly shadowed Goth eyes. Damn, I wished I knew who she was trying to be because she was cute. By her arms and her face, it wasn’t only makeup, she was fair, untanned, on a tropical paradise. I bared her my fangs. She licked her black painted lips.
“Don’t just look at me, kiss her!” I commanded. Goth and X-Woman came together like fire and fury. I gripped tighter. I fucked harder. I felt better.
“Oh, God!” Squealed Nastya, the accent I had run into that first day had been hidden by a false British posh accent. The costume was torn, stripped away from her. The fucking was driving that shift down below her skin. I hadn’t heard the footsteps. Kim Possible mounted the barstool on my left, Shego on my right. Storm’s hands, the white painted nails were a nice touch, encircled my chest. She levered me up into a better posture. I gripped Nastya tighter. I heaved.
Nastya wailed as I unloaded myself into her bowels. I left red fingerprints on the flesh of her tits. I had the wave of glee that comes with any given orgasm but none of the mind sleep. I pulled my cock from Nastya. I stared into Shego’s eyes.
“Don’t just look at her, finish her off.”
“Ye-yessir!” She seemed shocked by the command. Shego climbed to her feet and wrapped one hand under Nastya’s stomach and the other around the back of her ass. My cum dribbled over her fingers as Shego played Emma’s electrified flesh. The White Queen scratched her blue painted nails over the bar.
“Your beer,” the bartender smiled and lifted a golden small headed stein of beer from a cooling station below. I could see the condensation running down the glass. I wanted the drink, in triumph. Kim Possible had knelt down in front of me and touched my cock with a warm towel, clearing away the mess.
“Give a spit shine to make sure it’s really clean,” I grinned at her. She looked up at me with broad, innocent, green eyes. A little puppy dog pout before she grew gleeful and animated. Ellie picked away the washcloth and the little redhead engulfed my cock.
Her little black top had been replaced. Her hair brushed out once more. I enjoyed the roughed up, deep into sex look I had on Emma. I liked the refurbished attempt at elegance on Storm or the round two energy coming off a Shego. I knitted my fingers through red-orange hair and hefted the base of her skull deeper onto my cock.
Ellie was grinning. She thanked the bartender for some bubbly pink drink. She smirked around the rim of her glass. Storm’s flesh warm against my back. Kim’s lips hot and wet on my cock. Nastya’s squeals pounding my eardrums. I raised my shoulders and forced my grin.
I fucked her lips. I was furious and hurt. I wasn’t going to let those thoughts in. I felt myself, pressed and fold against the back of her throat before she coughed and opened for me to run into her neck. Her chin nudged my balls. Her wide green eyes rocked. I could tell they were colored contacts.
“Fuck! Thank you so much for her, Master!” Screeched Nastya. She buckled forward. The bartender caught her forehead to keep the white queen from headbutting the table. Squirts of aromatic desire were aimed mostly downward. Kimmie’s legs were splashed.
“She can suck quite the cock,” Storm whispered in my ear. “Pretty good for someone’s fourth day.”
“You learn to take it very quickly,” Ellie snickered, “Or at least we all hope you do.”
“Yeah but they aren’t always champions,” Shego stocked over and slapped her warm sex soaked hands on Kim’s cheeks. Our four hands and Storm’s two pushing my ass made this blowjob a marathon for the little redhead. I pulled one hand away. I was tangled, yanking Kim’s head to the side. I laughed an apology as I wormed my ring and pinky fingers free.
“Yeah,” I agreed. I pulled Shego in for a short deep kiss. The warmth in her cheeks was disguised by her greenish foundation and concealer.
“Your lips are going to be rainbows by lunchtime,” Ellie cheered.
Kim was swallowing. I looked down to be sure she was OK. Hot breath scoured out of her nostrils parting my pubic hair. She inhaled just as hard.
“She is quite the trooper.” I wasn’t breathing that hard yet but the compact warm body pressure of beautiful women was hurrying that along. I grinned. I pointed to Kim’s head. “Heidi?”
Shego laughed a beautiful laugh. She let go of Kim’s head, grabbed my pointer finger and directed it at her chin. She declared. “Heidi.” She tapped her chin twice and then pointed me downward to my Kim Possible. “Heidi, Heidi, Ho.”
I chuckled. This caused me to bounced a little. This caused my dick to bounce. This had me feel the graze of Kim Possible’s upper teeth. This stopped me chuckling.
I grabbed fistfuls of her thick orange hair over her ear. She opened the back of her throat readily. I smirked at Shego. “This girl can really do anything.”
I liked the knowing smile Heidi smirked back at me. I thought of grabbing her. Taking the full experience in hand but I wasn’t willing to let go of the girl. Her tongue cupped my cock as her throat rippled around the head, squeezing me and dragging me down her gullet. I had a half cocked grin and my eyelids were wandering closed.
Her lips and spit tightened and sloshed all around me. She kept her big green eyes looking up at me. Her cute face was deformed and debased by her stuffed lips and slicked chin. Drool and spit clung to the skin of my legs. Her eyes focused more
I was breathing hard. The girls around me watched with aggressive interest. Kim’s loud slurps masked the click of heels as Storm walked by my right side. She ran her fingernails across the line of my jaw as he walked by. Holy shit, did she clean up nice. Kim choked a moment before she firebreathed out her nose.
I felt my lungs rattle. I felt that redhead curse around me. My fists had tightened. By the flash in her green eyes. She loved it. I bared my teeth. I bellowed.
I had blasted myself into Nastya’s ass. Something in the drugs, something in my way of life, there was plenty left for Kim. My cock was speared into her esophagus. I lanced rope after rope into her stomach. I huffed. I puffed. I knocked the redhead down.
I had untangled my hands and thrust her head back, off of me. I was done firing but her throat and mouth was full of spit which erupted in a visual masterpiece. She caught herself. I smiled, I would’ve felt guilty.
“Hey Master,” Bethany slapped my ass as she called me Master as easily as my high school friends had called me Brian. I took a deep breath. I was still in need of physicality. Ellie handed me the beer. Still cold. I was smiling, the smell hit me when I brought it to my lips.
Larry and I had been drinking when he gave me those orange pills. Shani and I went to the beach when she was feeding me pills. Straight by the bar. One of my dad’s favorite Mai Tais would be great right now. I was lowering the glass.
“Not tonight.” I handed the beer back to Ellie.
“It’s almost 7 30 in the morning.” Storm laughed at me. I gave her the finger and a smile.
“You’re all the intoxication I need.” I declared. “Someone rip open her leotard. I haven’t had pussy yet.”
“I was hoping…” Heidi swarmed up to me and ran her soft skinned glove down my chest. The energy in her eyes was vivid. The green on her lips was curling into a diabolical grin.
“I had a double dose of Sisyphos.” I smirked. “You’re not wrong to hope. But how often, Miss Go, do you have Kimmie at your mercy like this?”
I gestured to the cosplayed teenager wiping her face with the bartender’s towel. Heidi flashed disappointment for just a second before she jumped into character. I liked that. I wondered if that “I wanted you...” moment was part of their acting classes. I wondered if they were forced to absorb as much of the character as they could. I would’ve done that. I had trusted Mel to do that.
My considerations ended with the loud tearing of fabric. Storm had dyed her little fluff over her pussy to match her luxuriant white hair. I rushed over. Ellie inched aside. Storm spread open.
“Sunlight?” I asked remembering the name as it stuck out in my mind.
“I know you prefer to call me Sunny,” She smiled. Her white contacts made her half lidded come hither gaze powerful. “But right now, call me Ororo.”
I wasn’t going to be able to handle a three syllable name with the thunderstorm brewing in my libido. Or, I’d go all Nanny Ogg and figure out how to start saying Ororororororo but struggle on figuring out how to stop. I smirked, that sounded like a quirky One Piece laugh. There was an anime section too. I’d heard tell of Sailor Scouts and it was marked by a Dragonball. I’ve always liked Android 18. That was an infinitely deep mine. I’ve always like Lina Inverse and Ameli—
“Jesus! I’ll never be going black again!” She clearly said that to snatch me out of my daydreaming. I caught the half-cocked smile on her lips. It still seemed like she wasn’t really seeing too well through the contacts but I suppose a man is a pretty easy read when he’s inside a woman.
I took hold of her thighs and I gave her my best. There was no deadening. Without Sisyphos, when I did get to rounds two and three, it’d be tougher, take longer. Sometimes it would be a fight all over again. On drugs, I felt like I was nineteen again. I felt like there was no stopping me. Back then I had the self doubt that she wasn’t enjoying herself too that helped me stave off. In the moment, I just felt invincible. She groaned. Her ankles criss-crossed behind me. She moaned and groaned like an excited porn star.
Was she faking it? Would I be able to tell? Could she fake it? Could I—I had control. I had the key. She had the lock. I took her neck, I lifted her face to mine. I stopped a millimeter short of kissing her. I growled. “Cum. Cum hard.”
She thrashed. I felt her body squeezing and heating my dick. I unleashed. There were limits to how much a man could hold. It wasn’t the torrent that I had forcefed Kim Possible. It was still too substantial for a third bullet.
Her white painted nails were spattered with my blood. She had scored two long red cuts under the sleeve of my t-shirt. I ripped that off and threw it behind. Her body still heaved. I hissed once more.
“End your orgasm.” She stopped. Her breath was still labored and her body still slick with sweat. My grin grew faster than a Grinch’s heart. I had a way to control. I had a way to stop being fed those damned orange horse pills. I had a way to be here for my family, my women, my children.
I think my relieved laughter was confusing all of the eyes on me.
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