Not Great, But Not Terrible

Maybe I wasn’t as over everything as I was trying to act. Because I had troubled dreams. Being buried alive was even less fun in my dreams than real life, because there was no movement to give me hope that this wasn’t the end, no app to give me the illusion of control. But my dreams were muddled. Buried alive was bad, dreaming about claiming Jinx like the bitch she was:

Good.

And then there were dreams where Zatanna, failing in her magic, just as she had yesterday, was punished as she deserved, though not by me, by her own failures. Demons, tentacle monsters, all manner of things from Hentai which usually were of minimal interest to me, but watching her, not me, bear the consequences of her failures;

I could see what people got out of Hentai, the impossible situations, the impossible stretching, the absurd loads of semen and inhuman perfection of the women and the slight removal of it all being animated meant that I didn’t even feel guilty about how hard watching her be fucked into submission, being **** into submission, into ecstasy, into a new status as permanent, brain-dead sex-****, made me.

I found myself waking up painfully hard. And alone.

I went looking and found Kat cleaning up the mess she’d made of my couch, in that same maid uniform.

She looked startled, then her eyes flicked down to my throbbing cock, as I’d gone to bed naked and hadn’t bothered getting dressed.

“I’m so sorry, daddy!” I wanted to clean your apartment before you woke up! I meant to wake you with a nice blowjob! But then it took me sooo long to find your cleaning supplies.”

My eyes, locked on her tits finally looked around. She had cleaned, but she’d also been searching the place. Had she betrayed me? No, she was looking for bugs. “Finish cleaning,” I said, sitting down calmly and watching her mince around and finish her search. She did a good job, almost as good as I could with the knowledge of several security professionals rattling around in my head. I gave a few pieces of advice, about ‘cleaning behind the plugs.’ She had to redo a few other rooms and I quickly made some breakfast as I watched her.

“All clear,” she reported after I’d finished eating.

I nodded. “Eat,” I ordered.

She looked confused, until I began to undress her as she ate. Then she sped up and by the time she was naked, she’d scarfed down breakfast.

“Lie down on the couch,” I ordered.

She obeyed, spreading her legs eagerly, but instead, I took up position higher and she instinctively reached out, before I glared her hands back down to her own tits, preparing them for use.

“Now, you can report,” I said, as my cock began to tease her tits.

“Yes, daddy. It went well, J--she has no idea what we were after. F--My agent did her work professionally and I was able to extract a great deal of information. She never threatened me, or anything, just made me promise I would keep it secret,” she smirked up at me. “I focused on the agency and a few stories about select clients. I’ll have a full report soon, but the only names I immediately recognized were Judge Blackwell and Tyrone Jackson. She claimed that Blackwell goes gentle on prostitutes because of her and Jackson LTD has a strong DEI program because of her. Blackwell does go soft on pros, though I’m not sure why. Can’t speak to Jackson LTD.”

I was doing all the work, so it wasn’t a surprise she could focus, that was the point, after all. But as she finished, I nodded and turned around before I began to pick up the pace. And a vibrator I kept in a couchside table. As I turned it on and brought it up her thigh. “Good. So useful. So productive. So--” my words were cut off as she lifted her head and shoved her tongue up my ass. I grunted, “filthy!” I brought the vibrator down hard on her clit in vengeance.

I moaned, then managed to regain control, barely, “Keep…dating…her…pump…her…for…information…use…your…agent…for…backup.”

“Y-y-yes, daddy!” It wasn’t entirely clear if that was just an exclamation, or agreement, but I’d repeat it to her when I was done.

Despite the warm, welcoming grip of her pillowy tits, that gave me an opening to speak more normally, “Start complaining about how busy I am, but resist any attempts to get us to ‘break--” her tongue was back in my ass, teasing me. Damn, this bitch was literally a filthy, ass-licking whore and I loved it!

I was speeding up, movements becoming jerky as my orgasm approached.

And I belatedly realized, I had let the vibrator fall off her clit, I was trying to do too many things as the approaching orgasm whited out my brain, then covered her belly in cum, as I’d forgot to lower my cum volume.

I gasped, then leaned forward, then back, avoid falling in my own cum and pushed her head back onto the couch, sitting on her face for just a moment, though she was too distracted by the orgasm which Orgasm Control **** from her to complain.

I got up and barely managed to recover before she did to maintain my aura of control.