Assert Your Dominance!

As the curvaceous beauty walks away with her typical arrogant grace and shaking her ass that you could bounce a quarter off of, you suddenly feel some more aggressive urges rising. The sudden (but reflecting on her personality, not surprising) snub has raised both your blood pressure and your cock. Remembering what the saleswoman told you when you chose this package about the bots being open to all sexual actions that you desired, you decided to both put this package through the acid test and indulge in a long held power fantasy at the same time.

Walking quickly to catch up to Faith, she barely glances in your direction to note you entering her field of vision. You're still a bit hesitant, but figure if your plan doesn't work out, you can complain to the company's Customer Service department. Reaching out, you take a rough handful of the slayer's dark locks and give it a sharp pull, yanking her off course and prompting an response.

"OW! You fucker! What the fuck do you think you-" she's quickly interrupted as your free hand rests on her shoulder and combined with the grip you also have on her hair, push her to her knees with a hard 'thud'. Despite being extremely strong on the show, you have to exert minimal **** to get her down.

"Shut up." you state calmly as you shift a bit to stand directly in front of her.

"Where do you get oOOWWW!!" she starts up again before you use both hands to grip handfuls of her silky hair, taking her head in a tight grasp.

Leaning over her so you are right in her face and forcing her to look at you, her face may still have a defiant sneer, but her eyes are wide staring into yours and if you didn't know better, you'd swear you saw a flicker of something that gets you a bit harder than you were.

Fear.

She's quiet as you straighten up and let her head go. With a theatrically heavy sigh, you begin to monologue like a comic book villain. "Now Faith, is your IQ so low that you didn't properly hear me earlier? I am a Watcher." you state, laying a hand on your chest for emphasis. "And you're a Slayer." you continue, making a semi-conscious choice to point at her cleavage.

"Watchers guide Slayers. Otherwise, you would simply be a collection of airheaded fools with a slight edge causing at least as much problem as you think you solve. Now in order to guide and train you effectively, you need to acknowledge my authority." you added the 'authority' line knowing how Faith was a classic rebel and prided herself on being a maverick. "I simply will not tolerate any disrespect such as you just showed." The whole speech was delivered in a calm, almost patronizing tone.

"But you were staring at my-" she felt the need to protest.

You leaned down to get so close in her face that you could feel her breath against your face. Maintaining your calm tone, you said, "SHUT. THE FUCK. UP." with as much firmness and as little humor as you could muster. Surprisingly, she didn't speak up again. "Better. Now, the only way to deal with disrespect, is discipline. When I feel you've learned your lesson, we'll carry on. Put your hands on my hips." you ordered her. Her expression was a grimace. You had to admit, on the show, Faith probably would have knocked you down and beaten you into a vaguely humanoid pulp by now with one hand. Right now though, she was apparently taking a cue from your behavior and reacting as your body language and communication were dictating. Still, she was not obeying at the moment. Leaning over her only slightly this time, you add in a cold and firm tone. "Now."

Wearing a somewhat pissed expression now, her arms slowly rose from her sides until she lightly, but definitely placed her hands on your hips as instructed. Tilting your head, you said in a faux congratulatory voice "Good girl."

Despite being on her knees and holding on to you, looking up at your face, it was clear to tell by her glare she was less than pleased at the situation. Her face quickly turned to one of disbelief however as you started to unbutton and pull down your fly. She was shaking her head slowly in denial as your boxers became visible and her eyes were locked unblinkingly on the bulge in the front of your pants that she hadn't noticed until now.

Shaking your own head to mock her, you tried to act like this was such a chore as you pushed down your pants a bit, reached in your underwear and pulled out your stiff, hairy dick. Right in her face.

"The way you're dressed, how you act and the stories I've heard, you know what to do at this point." Her lips were pressed in a thin line and she glared up at you defiantly. Giving a nonchalant shrug, you gripped your cock at the base and proceeded to rub and slap your prick all over her lovely features. Faith mostly closed her eyes, but peeked out when she had a chance to give you the look of ****. This went on for maybe a minute before you got bored and put a hand on top of her head, tangling your fingers in her hair. Tightening your grip on the crown of her skull, you dug in your fingertips a bit. Her expression tightened slightly with pain.

"Suck." you commanded imperiously. She squirmed a bit, but she didn't make any real effort to get away from you due to your hand in her hair and she was still keeping her hands on your hips the whole time, not removing them at all.

"Suck!" you almost shouted, the word echoing lightly in the building.

Faith seemed to give in at that point. Eyes squeezed shut, she slowly, but surely opened her mouth, leaning forward. You guided yourself into her mouth with your hand and she flinched slightly when you touched her warm tongue. About halfway in you stopped and Faith took this as her cue to begin. Closing her lips, you were soon bathed in the pleasure of her mouth. Opening her eyes carefully, her eyes met yours with a hesitant, questioning gaze.

"Mmmm?" she hummed.

You felt the vibration of her humming and your cock gave a happy twitch as she started to massage your dick with her tongue. "At least you have some ability." you muttered begrudgingly. Adjusting your grip, you put both hands on either side of her head, almost grabbing her ears as you gently, but firmly started to guide her head back and forth into your crotch while matching rhythm with your hips. "Now, keep going. Don't stop until I tell you to. Blow me like you're getting paid, skank."

After a few minutes, you slowly began to remove you hands from her head, but Faith kept going throwing her face into your pelvis. Not being guided anymore, she picked up both the pace and depth of her oral ministrations, her eyes focused alternately on your waist or looking up at you almost submissively.

Hands freed, you fished your smartphone out of your pocket and opened the camera app. The dark haired slayer didn't react at all as you began snapping pictures of her in the act, making sure to get several pictures from various angles. Once you had a good selection of stills you started to feel that familiar tingle in your nutsack. The bitch was certainly good. You wondered what her other holes were like. Faith seemed to sense you were getting close and put a little more energy into her task, licking, and sucking with vigor, if not precisely enthusiasm. As you started recording video of the sight of Faith, one of the hottest sluts on Buffy the Vampire Slayer, polishing your knob like a drunken sorority girl, you picked up the pace of you own thrusting. Where before you were mostly content to let her do her thing on her knees, now your hips were moving on instinct, pushing your prick into her mouth a little harder and more rapidly than she was doing herself. This caused her to raise the pace a bit to match you, which only caused you to go a bit harder. every few bobs of her head you felt the crown of your dick meet resistance and she correspondingly gagged slightly.

Your climax was rapidly approaching the point of no return and you vaguely considered where to blow. You could always keep going as you were right now and see if the whore choked on your jizz. Then again, while you recorded at different angles, you noticed her braless, heavenly rack bouncing provocatively in her top. you could always rip it off and paint her tits (or face) with your seed. Why not both. Then again, she was more holes than just her mouth. You could throw her on all fours on her back, work off her jeans and creampie her cunt or that ass that she was obviously teasing you with earlier. You had a feeling she'd be mind-blowingly tight.

You were seconds from blowing...you needed to make a choice.