Party part 2. 2 Redheads and a Domina

As I approached Emma she began to grin broadly and took a sip from her glass. "Don't look like that, Dean. Because I have no idea what the good Natasha wanted with you. I've done next to nothing."

"Oh really? So, she tells every stranger about sex and her Only You account!" I asked, looking at her seriously.

Her reaction, however, was rather surprised when she heard about the account. "Oh really? I'll definitely have to check that one out. That sounds really fun. Listen Dean. I really didn't do anything. Just encouraged her a little bit to talk to you about certain things. There's really nothing to it. Even Natasha won't find anything funny about it."

"And what's all this about?" I asked, irritated, especially since believed her. However, I didn't look around worried about Jean, which Emma noticed.

"Don't worry about Jean. I'll make sure she won't be mad at you. Besides, I'm about to have a conversation with her. I think she wants to talk about you. Shall I tell her your favorite sexual position? Or give her some tips for your first time?" she laughed cheekily in my direction.

"I can't understand a thing you're saying. Why are you two talking to each other the same way? I think you hate each other?" stammered I.

"Oh. I'm as surprised as you are, but I think she just wants to talk to a cheating slut about her relationship and her student. If you stay a good boy, I can certainly put in a good word for you. I know some guys who would kill to listen when Jean and I talk about sex." She laughed in excellent humor and raised the glass in her right hand in salute.

"Thank you. That's exactly what I needed to hear after such a conversation with Natasha Romanov!" I muttered sarcastically, earning only an even wider grin from her.

"Well now don't look like that. With any luck, I'll make her so horny that you'll be able to fuck her in the bathroom afterward. It occurs to me that the ride in the elevator also takes quite a long time. I think everyone should have done it once in an elevator. Don't you think so?"

Of course, she had said that to tease me and of course she had succeeded. I couldn't get the image of me and Jean in the lift out of my mind. But the bad thing was that Jean was nowhere to be seen. In my current state of lust, however, that was perhaps better.

Fortunately, Natasha was also nowhere to be seen. So, I strolled back to the bar to get my mind off things. Luckily, the waiter immediately brought me something to drink. At least that distracted me. And yet somehow it was different here at the party now. The thought that Emma and Jean, of all people, wanted to talk was as horrible as it was promising. I would have loved to find them and play a little mouse. But I knew it was impossible to sneak up on them.

"You seem a little lost, young man?" I suddenly heard Pepper Potts' voice. When I turned to her, I saw that she seemed to feel the same way. She too looked out of place and not just because of her clothes.

"Oh. Mrs. Potts... CEO Potts?" I tried to be polite, but only got a laugh from the woman.

"I prefer Miss Potts, don't worry. You're the young man from Xavier's school, aren't you? As far as I know, they train very special students there..." she said charmingly.

"Um, yes..." I stammered nervously now. I had been told by Scott not to talk to anyone about the mutants and unfortunately, I had forgotten to ask who all knew about the school. So now I was playing it safe.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wayne. I know how special the school is and how important the privacy your school enjoys is. Besides, officially, I don't know anything about it." she laughs conspiratorially.

"And unofficially?" I asked, amused. I liked this woman. She seemed just as I had imagined a businesswoman of such a size in concern.

"Unofficially, I find it impressive how you can fight for your race on the battlefield and in the classroom at the same time. It is an honorable goal that your teachers have in mind." she said. ambiguously, yet clearly enough to make me realize that I understood how much she knew. Namely, everything. It wasn't really surprising that Iron Man's wife knew everything about mutants.

"I see it the same way you do. I'm lucky to be surrounded by such impressive people." I tried this ambiguous expression.

A warm laugh clearly showed that she had understood what I meant "Do you mind if I join you? At the moment I really don't know what to do with my time. I only know a few people here and most of them are busy doing something."

"And you come to me of all people?" I asked, puzzled, and heard her reply.

"Well. I just saw you talking to Natasha, you have a redheaded teacher and so I thought I would be a good fit for you, even though I don't have quite as big tits as them." she said almost casually. But before I could react, she had already undone two buttons of her blouse and leaned forward. I stared almost helplessly at the base of the neckline. "But I've got more than enough for a good tit-fuck."

"Emma!" escaped me softly as I realized she wasn't joking. Today, any woman near me would probably try to make me horny. However, I wasn't going to let her manipulate me like that. After all, she was my sidekick and not me hers. Besides, I was horny enough and certainly didn't need any help. After all, the oh-so-clever and manipulative Emma Frost still hadn't noticed that Jean and I had long since had sex. On top of that, I had long wanted to test what was stronger. Her mind control or my own. And here was the perfect opportunity.

I must confess that I had no idea whether my pheromones could even cover this area and whether Pepper had already been influenced by them, but my request would be completely harmless and would therefore not arouse any anger. In my mind, therefore, the question formed whether she could not leave me alone a little, however, I had made the calculation without my exaggerated libido.

"Would you be so kind as to tell me more about these titty fucks?" I heard myself say and bit my tongue. THAT was not the question I had wanted to ask. On top of that, it was bad enough that I knew for a fact that it wasn't Emma who was responsible for this slip of the tongue, but me alone. She couldn't manipulate my thoughts.

"I thought you might be interested in this. It's one of my favorite positions, you know." She smiled unabashedly and I wasn't sure if it was me or Emma. But thanks to a rather impulsive imagination and a lot of sex in the last few weeks, I was immediately intrigued.

"Really? Your favorite position?"

"Yes, of course. I'm totally into that. There's something just abysmally kinky about the feeling of kneeling in front of a man and jerking him off with my tits, isn't it?" she laughed with a twinkle in her eye. A twinkle that made me realize that Pepper wasn't lying. But since I didn't answer immediately, she continued with a smirk." What? Is it so unusual that I, a successful businesswoman, like to kneel in front of a handsome, well-built lover and have my way with him with my tits? Not every woman is one of those women's libbers and all that. I have to be the strong woman in the company all the time. Then I don't have to be that in bed, too. I'd love to be the totally sex-crazed bitch who lets herself be fucked by anyone who wants to use me. I hope you understand what I mean. I mean, I'd really like to be the helpless slut being used by the strong, cocky, horny, uninhibited guy. Over and over and over again. A piece of fuck meat he can use whenever and however he wants.... "

Immediately I felt my cock getting hard and just nodded.

"Please don't get me wrong. I'm not one of those women who just cheats on her man, because I love Tony, but to be a really horny fuck whore who gets inseminated all night... that would be something." she sadly lowered and took her glass. "Too bad I never got to experience anything like that! But a woman can still dream about being dragged into the toilet by some random guy at a party and getting sprayed all over by him!"

"Too bad!" I swallowed hard and literally felt the blood rush from my brain to my cock. The fact that I wasn't drooling while doing it was already a success for me.

"How are you doing? I mean you're in your prime and you look good? Have you ever done this before?" she asked me out of the blue. When I just looked questioningly at that, she continued. "Have you ever had such a horny night with a nympho?"

"Several times." I confessed, thinking of my first sex with Emma. Immediately she turned fully towards me, bent over again on the stool and undid the next button of her blouse. It was still quite innocuous to anyone else, but I could clearly see the beginnings of her breast.

"Mhm. Yes, you look like someone who..." for a brief moment she remained frozen, then continued seamlessly. "Bang Emma really hard. That horny bitch is notorious for only doing it with the hottest guys. I bet that little blonde bitch fucked you really hard and dirty."

"What?" I stammered. How had she come up with Emma now. Panic rose in me, but luckily for me, salvation was at hand in the form of Natasha. In the presence of the Avenger, Pepper would surely calm down.

"Well, what are you two talking about all fancy?" she also asked quietly, starting to look annoyed by the festivity. Apparently, Emma had disappeared from her mind. Just as I was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Pepper replied.

"About what it's like to fuck the teachers in a school, isn't it?"

"Ah. You must be talking about Emma, eh? I thought she only screwed Scott. But apparently, she's picked you now. So, Mr. Wayne. So, are you the new one now? Don't let Jean hear you say that. Her student is secretly fucking her nemesis. She's freaking out!"

Speechless, I stood there looking back and forth. How powerful was Emma anyway?

"Who knows. Maybe Jean wouldn't be mad, but jealous?" asked Pepper, amused, and Natasha nodded in agreement.

"Maybe so. But she's married just like you, so unless our young mutant here is into screwing married women, you need to watch out. Don't let him end up testing how faithful you are to Tony. As far as I've heard Emma is quite demanding when it comes to her lover. Emma is freer. She can fuck whoever and whenever she wants. Personally, I think Scott satisfies her needs from time to time! Even now!"

"You think? She's getting fucked by Dean now, isn't she?" wondered Pepper.... "Or do you think he's no good in bed?"

"HEY!" I simply shouted in between, outraged at the **** on my manhood: if they knew....

Laughing, she shook her head. "I don't think so. First. Look at his pants. The poor guy is so horny his pants are about to burst. I bet he'd be giving it to Emma so hard right now, you'd hear it all over town. And secondly, he's certainly capable of giving it to a woman multiple time. You know how mutants are."

"Oh? What are mutants like?" grinned Pepper broadly.

"'Persistent,' my dear. VERY persistent." Replied Natasha broadly and I had to grin. Yes, persistent I was indeed. Lots of practice with Jean and Natasha and also Susan Storm had shown me that. I had not had as much sex in my entire life as I had in the last few weeks. The two women saw my grin and started laughing.

"SO? How do you know that Emma is getting fucked by our boy here?" Natasha asked again but before she could answer Susan came over and smiled.

"Ah. There you are Pepper. I've been looking all over for you. Mr. Wayne." She gave me a curt nod.

"Oh. Hello Susan. We were just involved in a conversation with Dean here. Why were you looking for me?" asked Pepper, hastily clearing her throat and straightening her dress.

"I just wanted to make sure you guys didn't mess Dean up. I just raised him!" she grinned widely. As she did so, she grabbed my pants without consideration and briefly jerked my cock in front of their eyes. "So, my dears! Keep your hands off my toys. And I have no intention of sharing him!"

"Unfortunately, I have to hold back a bit today. But no matter. My husband would like to talk to you for a moment. If you're good and pretend to be interested in what he says, maybe I'll let you watch how well he's built!" she grinned broadly and jerked me off briefly through my pants. "And you stop making that face Dean! I told you earlier that it's not your turn today. If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let you jerk off on my boots later!"

Grinning, the 2 women stood up and looked at me. "So much for the dominant Dean. A little fuck **** then?" laughed Natasha, but Pepper looked greedily at my cock.

"Maybe.... he wants to try the dominant part!" she grinned ambiguously before following the other 2. And I saw how all three wiggled their asses.

"Another Coke?" the bartender pulled me out of my thoughts.

"Fuck, no! I need something harder!" I moaned!