Mother Fucker part 2

"Ummm..." Xander looked around and knew that he had no idea what to do so he just shrugged. "Look, I got no idea what's going on."

Chelsea Chase gave him one of her best imperious looks with a raised eyebrow of disapproval. It was very haughty look he'd weathered once or twice when Cordelia had tried talking up his good qualities while they had been dating. He didn't like that look. Many a time he wanted to wipe that look off of Chelsea's face with a witty remark. But he had been dating her daughter and he had been trying to be nice to her, to curry favor and hope that she'd warm up to him. Fat chance of that ever happening. Cordelia was a descended from one of the all time ice queens.

"What's going on is that I was coming here to see a piece of supposedly 'exquisite art' Joyce had found for me." Chelsea sniffed and narrowed her eyes as she looked at Xander and Joyce, "Instead I find that she is rutting like an animal with you."

Xander grimaced at the derision in Chelsea Chase's voice. But at the same time he got wildly angry at the way she seemed denigrate Joyce. Joyce, before or after he had changed her with Master P.C., was one of the best women he had ever met. He wasn't going to let some stuck up snob talk badly about Joyce.

He was going to wipe that superior look of Chelsea Chase's face.

He just didn't know how.

"Well," Xander looked at Chelsea and then down at Joyce who was still mounted on his cock and in an orgasm induced euphoria with the most beatific smile on her face. Xander stared at the look of bliss on Joyce's face. Caused by his dick. He made her look that beautiful with his dick. And damn if it wasn't the most erotic thing he'd seen in his life.... "Huh."

With a huff of indignation Chelsea Chase asked with a withering glare, "What?"

Xander looked over at the woman who was sitting in that chair because he had told her to. He had power over her with just his voice. He didn't need the Master P.C. program to make her do stuff. Or at least some stuff. So how strong was his power of suggestion? Apparently strong enough to make a strong willed woman sit down and stay put despite being filled with disgust... unless she wasn't disgusted per se. Did she secretly want to sit there? Did she secretly like what she was seeing?

Xander made eye contact with Chelsea and couldn't help but pump his hips a few times making Joyce let out a warbling moan. He watched as Chelsea dropped her eyes to look at Joyce. Xander hid a smile as he figured out that Chelsea was titillated, shocked, but titillated. Taking a fist full of Joyce's hair Xander lifted her head off of her desk and showed Chelsea Joyce's cum drunk fucked stupid expression in all it's glory as he pumped his cock into Joyce a few more times with greater vigor. He swelled with pride as Joyce let out a series of small little orgasmic yelps while a breathing deeply Chelsea liked her lips.

"Can you honestly tell me this isn't the most beautiful Joyce has ever looked? That this moment, with me buried deep inside of her, isn't the greatest pleasure Joyce has ever felt?" Xander watched Chelsea as she looked from him to Joyce. And then tried to look away as she crossed her arms over her chest and attempted to look annoyed while at the same time biting her bottom lip.

Xander thrust hard into Joyce making her squeal and bringing Chelsea's eyes back to them fucking.

"Don't look away. Don't you dare look away from this." Xander commanded and he smiled as Chelsea stared hard at them. "You look, you watch..." Xander grunted as Joyce whimpered as her cunt clenched around him as continued hammering his cock into her womb. "You deal with whatever internalized bullshit you tell yourself, really think about it and admit that this is..." He let out a moan as Joyce began panting and groaning as she began to reach orgasm again her pussy squeezing his cock. "That this woman is the most beautiful thing in the world right this second. That my turgid cock fucking her aroused quim is the most, uhm, exquisite piece of, urm, performance art that has ever taken place." To make his point he thrust one final time, as hard as he could, into Joyce and Joyce let out a keening wail as she began to tremble all over. And the cherry on top was Joyce letting out a large spray of fluids as she achieved a squirting orgasm.

"Can-" Xander took a moment to catch his breath and control himself, he was seconds away from cumming in Joyce. "Can you really tell me, honest and true, that Joyce isn't them most exquisitely blissful woman right this moment."

Chelsea Chase was still staring at Xander and Joyce. Chelsea answered as snarkily as Cordelia would have, "You want me to believe that Joyce Summers brought me here to watch you fuck her into a orgasmic stupor? To be a voyeur like some stupid impotent man at a peep show playing with himself until he finishes into a tissue?"

Xander kept his eyes on Chelsea and studied the way that she was still staring at him and Joyce. "Answer my question."

Chelsea scoffed and rolled her eyes. Only to eventually return to staring at Xander and Joyce.

"Be honest. Answer the question. NOW" Xander commanded.

Chelsea swallowed hard and slightly inclined her head, "Fine. Joyce is the picture of the peak feminine pleasure." She moved her gaze up to meet Xander's and all but glared at him, "So what?"

He watched as Chelsea's gaze flitted up and down his body. Xander noticed that she was spending a lot of time sneaking glances at his crotch area. Xander realized that from her position Chelsea hadn't been able to see him in all his newly enhanced glory. With a smirk Xander pulled slowly out of Joyce, making her mewl as he withdrew. His hard cock still standing tall and ready to explode in his own orgasm proceeded him as he began to walk around Joyce's desk towards Chelsea Chase. The mother of his former girlfriend let out a gasp and swooned, slumping back as she saw him in all his glory.

Xander stood in front of Chelsea Chase his aroused cock at her eye level, "So ask yourself, seriously ask the real you - the you buried deep deep down with decorum and manners and all the hoighty toighty falderal- what if you were the woman who was experiencing the peak of feminine pleasure?"