West Coast Jason... Continued!

Rosemarie's eyes went wide as the Executive's hands dug tightly into her skull and drove her face down, the head of his huge cock beating against the back of her throat as he groaned, "Fuck yes! Swallow it all, you slut!"

It was all the warning she had and she did her best to obey, clamping her hands around the shaft just past her lips even as she sealed them tightly just as a a blast of hot salty cum exploded inside her mouth. She swallowed fast and compulsively but her cheeks were soon bulging with it and she gagged and sputtered as it slid out, dribbling down her chin and throat. The large testicles that her tongue had spent long minutes getting intimately familiar with weren't just for show, the Executive's orgasm seemed incredibly long lasting and overly productive. Rosemarie swallowed and sucked, she squeezed and urged with her hands upon the shaft throughout the entire long ejaculation. She couldn't believe how much semen he pumped into her grateful mouth, but she kept sucking his cock until she had drained every slick, sensuous drop.

When the spurts finally relented and the Executive's cock began to soften, she finally let it slip from her mouth. In a flash of inspiration, she recalled something she'd noticed her mom did with dad and she emulated it with the Executive's much larger specimen. She looked up at the beyond handsome guy's face and delivered a cute peck of a kiss to the cockhead.

She grinned broadly as she heard him groan again, "That was fantastic. You're a quick study, aren't you, sweetheart?"

"Yes sir. Thank you for letting me try." She blushed with pride.

His attention returned to his smartphone, leaving her feeling a bit awkward about what she should be doing with his big soft cock coiling in her hands. Still, she was excited and turned on. It was such a thrill to be a Club member. She just felt so... sexy and... sophisticated. She couldn't wait to advance in level and enjoy even more unique experiences. She wondered how many points she'd just earned.

"Go ahead and check your app." said the Executive having apparently read her mind.

"Okay!" she chirped and slipped to the side to reach for the nightstand and her own smartphone. Quickly flicking open the Club app she squealed and quivered in place as she saw the big number, "6000!"

The Executive chuckled lowly, "Yep, keep chasing those points, baby-girl. Heh. Need to see about adding loot-boxes to this shit..."

You earned points in the Club by following the rules and doing what you were told by your fellow members and the various prompts from the app. You could also earn them by doing livestreams and videos, donating time, goods, money as well as obtaining skills and levels of physical fitness.

And you could spend points on having fun with other Club members, purchasing specific sex acts or even renting them out as sex slaves for a time. It didn't even have to be sex related. So long as it didn't draw attention to the Club you could buy a person's... anything. Of course, it was more expensive for a lower tier to buy a higher tier's goods and services which just sucked when you were rock bottom, basically trash tier. But you could save up and buy your way to the next level, which was what any sane girl should be doing if she wanted to be more than simply a slam-piece for asshole dick-weeds.

6000 points... That was more than her parents had combined! With that many she could have them do her chores. Make them buy her things... A lot of things. It was enough to have some real fun with the other Club members in the apartments... like that hottie with the six-pack who moved in down the hall. And it would go along way to paying the premium to advance to Apprentice!

Rosemarie's eyes flitted back to the Executive who was still paying his phone more attention than to her.

She was obliged to obey him because of the Club's rules but she suddenly very much wanted to spend as much time 'serving' him as possible. He was a gold mine for points! She didn't know how many Executives were in the Club but she had to figure she was super lucky to have encountered one so early in her Club experience. He was basically her fast track to the top. Who knew how long he'd be around before he left and she was stuck with her parents' pathetic point payouts? The rest of their mostly Club populated building was basically the same, either pawns like her or apprentices. That creep landlord, who she had to kowtow to like he was God's gift to women, was the only journeyman and she was suddenly amused rather than annoyed at the thought of those bitches Regina and Gretchen spending all their free time trying to suck points out of his stubby dick.

If they only knew about this stud...

The Executive's leg slid up to press against her pussy through her panties and he flashed a boyishly handsome grin at her, "Go ahead and wiggle that sweet ass of yours over to the TV and turn it on. I'll cast a Livestream we can fuck to."

"Yes sir!" She eagerly obeyed and flounced off the bed. Even small tasks like this earned points but she bet with an Executive's inflation, even doing this much would earn her more points than her own turn between the landlord's legs had.

Her fingers slipped into her panties, sliding them down to expose her small butt framed by the straps of her garters as she moved over to the TV mounted on the wall. She could just feel his eyes on her and she bounced and swayed her rear end suggestively as she turned it on.

Soon enough she was back on the bed on all fours facing the screen as he settled in behind her. She mewled and squirmed as she felt the tip of his cock at her pussy lips, her core was just aching to receive him already, the throbbing deep within was driving her crazy and her pussy was practically salivating and begging.

Then she babbling and bracing herself on the bed as her hot pussy was slowly to a massive cock that made her ex-boyfriend's seem like it had been a pinkie finger. "Oh my God. Ohmygod! You're sooo big. Oh God-"

The Executive laughed out loud and slapped her ass with both his hands as he gradually penetrated her.

Her ex-boyfriend had slipped inside her all at once and frantically pumped atop her for a few minutes before finishing. The Executive worked himself in very slow, reaching places she didn't even know she had. Then he stopped, keeping himself buried deep with his hips to her butt and her pussy stretched.

As he remained motionless inside her, giving her a chance to get used to him as the walls of her pussy clenching fitfully around his dick, she felt him lay something on top of her butt. It was smooth and flat.

When she felt his hands on her skin around it, she realized it was his phone and that he was using her backside as a rest for it as he manipulated whatever was on the screen. She really should have been miffed by that treatment but she couldn't exactly concentrate with him inside her and it was honestly kind of a turn on that he was basically treating her like some sort of object, like fucking young hot women was something so common for him that it was practically beneath his notice. Total Big Dick Energy.

"Shhh.... That's right keep just milking my dick with your pussy while we watch a little show a couple friends of mine are going to put on for us.", he remarked between pats atop her butt.

The flat screen on the wall opposite them burst to life.

"Hi everyone!" said a woman in a a mask that Rosemarie recognized as the costumed crime-fighter's Batgirl's, the black pointy eared cowl concealing the top half of her head, a flow of brilliantly red hair spilling out behind it. The feed was coming from a smartphone as she was clearly holding it up selfie-style at an angle, the fact that she was fully nude save for her mask perfectly clear. She had really big, beautiful boobs that immediately made Rosemarie envious, "Thank you so much for spending so many of your hard-earned club points on my vid. Yes, I'm the real Batgirl and my partner who's going to join us in a sec is the real Nightwing."

Batgirl paused and tilted her head, giving the camera a wry look as if letting an invisible person make a silent comment, "Yes, even superheroes have joined our special little club." She chuckled sending her giant boobs swaying wildly, "Surprised? You shouldn't be. Superheroes... crime-fighters... we're people too. And when we're not saving the world or keeping your streets safe-" she paused and brought the phone in closer on her face as she winked, "-we like to have a lot of kinky sex like you wouldn't believe!"

"Just remember. This is our little secret. Tell anyone about the club or about any particular person in it and..." Batgirl trailed off, her voice transitioning into a tone and cadence of a teacher expecting her student to recite a memorized passage.

... and I'll write a note and jump off the roof of the apartment complex! Rosemarie finished mentally, feeling a swell of happiness at knowing the correct answer, swearing to herself with no small amount of trepidation that she would never ever betray the Club.

"Exactly," she continued with a smile. "Now let's get started shall we?"

The view changed as Batgirl turned her phone and a tall broad-shouldered and almost completely naked man approached her across a bed-room that looked somehow both sheek and homey a the same time. But Rosemarie, her libido stoked by the huge cock that was currently expanding her wet and leaking pussy to its limits, only had eyes for the only bat-shaped domino mask wearing man. His black hair was tousled sexily atop his beyond handsome face all strong jaw and cheekbones and his torso was mouth-watering, absolutely sculpted with muscle, his pecs were squarish and broad with abs below that stood out through his taut skin liked they'd been hewn from marble. Honestly, he made that hottie with the six-pac down the hall look like a slovenly fat-ass, she imagined this studly super-hero spent twenty-three hours a day doing crunches.

Rosemarie's hungry eyes flitted down to Nightwing's groin and she was stymied in her ogling by the black device incasing his member, a prominent lock gleaming atop the short tube that mimicked the shape of the male penis complete with a mushroom shape at the end with an open slot that revealed a tantalizing glimpse of Nightwing's purpilish glans.

Then basically every bit of Rosemarie's sense of self went up in smoke as the Executive started to thrust wildly, his scrabbling hands reaching underneath her torso to grab and rub her small breasts as he fucked her. When he relented, she was gasping for breath, moaning and whimpering incoherently and desperately needing him to finish what he had begun. She'd been about to cum with just that much stimulation, making Hayden's poor contributions seem like the mere battering of a hamster in comparison.

She came, her offered bottom pulsing wildly as her wildly lubricating quim clenched powerfully around the impalement of her tight little cunny upon the Executive's mammoth maleness.

When she came to, several minutes had passed and she was exhausted and almost euphoric in her blissfulness. Her mind had a haze of blissful warmth and she felt the sluggish need to direct her attention back to the screen where Nightwing and Batgirl were still having their Sex Club fun.