All good things come to those who wait

Best not to risk it. Plus it would so much more rewarding to hit her with the truth after I’d gotten her to think she was in love with me.

“I can’t believe you…” I said, turning away.

She lifted her eyes, straining to leave the daze she was in.

“This whole time, I sit here with a boner the size of the empire state building and all you can do is think about your needy cunt…” I said, as I marched over to the window.

“Oh, uh…but ummm…if you umm…let me cum…I promise to give you a handjob.” She said, still bent over with her hips lifted.

“A handjob? After everything I did for you, all this foreplay…you’ve been jilling yourself senseless for the past hour and you think a handjob is gonna cut it?”

Kara finally sat upright, realizing that I wasn’t going to give her what she needed until I got what I wanted. “Well, umm…I could give you a blowjob instead?”

I rolled my eyes. “Could you say it again, without making it sound like a chore?”

“Please umm…I’d love to give you a blow-job. If you’ll just-”

“No, no, no! You were doing so well. Go back to before…make it sexy.”

“I…need to put your cock in my mouth…it’s the only thing a-a Super-Slut like me is good at…is…sucking cock.”

“Mmm…” I pretended to think about it. “That was good, but it wasn’t great! Remember all the talking I did to get you hot and bothered…how I insulted your gender…do that! Insult yourself…hell, insult all women if you have to.”

I could tell she was getting more and more annoyed with this, although I also knew she was too aroused at this point to contemplate kicking me out. She probably thought that she would do this favor for me, and then I would make her cum her brains out. And then tomorrow morning we’d have a nice long talk about boundaries during sexy time roleplay.

Little did she know.

She shuffled over to be and knelt in front of me, staring knowingly at me crotch as she spoke. “Please…sir…I know…everyone thinks I’m a big, strong super-heroine. But really, I’m just a dumb slut…like-like all women…I need a man to-to please. It’s the only thing which…will fulfill me. Please let me take your cock in my whore-mouth…it-it’s the only thing a woman’s mouth is good for…is taking big, hard cocks…like yours.” (KARA: +1SP)(85SP)

“Kara, that was so much better…” I said, reaching down and patting her head like she was a dog. Another annoyed glare. “Now, tell me how much you like the taste of cum in your mouth.”

She looked like she wanted to give me a piece of her mind, but when I lifted an eyebrow she gave up on any kind of retort.

“I-I love the taste of cum…I need it in my…my slutty mouth…please, sir…let me get some from your cock?” (KARA: +1SP)(86SP)

“Good, now call me Daddy.”

She closed her eyes. Then she opened them again and I saw not frustration but lust, returning in full ****. “I want…no, I-I need your cum, Daddy. Will you puh-please use my mouth like the Super-Slut I am?” (KARA: +1SP)(87SP)

“Of course, I will little girl. But not in here…let’s retire to the bedroom.”

KATE

Kate couldn’t believe it. The sounds she’d heard. At first she’d thought Super Girl must be in pain. But then she began to recognize the tone of the whining, from her own sexual escapades. It was the sound of a woman in heat.

But Kate had never been able to make a woman moan like that.

She knew she should leave and come back tomorrow. But she had also been denied her fix by that asshole at the club. She could feel all that pent up frustration unwinding deep within herself. She had always thought Kara was cute, in a “girl next door” kind of way.

No! She told herself. She was the master of her own body, not the other way around. And she was not going to hang out in a tree for an hour, perving on a girl half her age.

She skidded down the trunk of the tree and hurried out of sight. A brisk walk cleared her head and before long she was shaking her head and laughing to herself. Well, at least Super Girl was enjoying tonight.

KARA

She’d never done this before. Her sexual compatibility issues meant that she’d never been able to do even missionary, and she’d always considered oral to be more perverse than that.

Now she knelt at the foot of her own bed, staring at Gerry’s cock. Daddy’s cock. For some reason, the idea sent a shiver through her. Once this was all over, once Gerry had, *ahem*, “let her climax”, she was going to seriously consider scheduling some kind of appointment with a psychologist. This misogyny stuff was opening up parts of her that she preferred to keep closed, parts she didn’t even know she’d had.

And her sexual frustration…only being able to cum if a man let her…that had to be some kind of mental block, right?

“Eyes on the prize little girl,” He said, pointing at his cock.

Kara rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help looking anyway. What would it be like to have that thing inside her? Would it really be as good as everyone said?

She felt a shiver down below. She needed to get this blowjob thing over with so that she could fucking cum, then she’d be able to think again.

“You haven’t done this before, have you?”

She shook her head. It felt strange to be embarrassed about her lack of experience with something she’d considered quite perverse not long ago. But when compared to how strange the rest of her life had become, it seemed almost normal.

“Open your mouth…”

Kara followed his instruction.

“…then stick your tongue out and begin to lick my balls.”

Kara leaned forward, scared, slightly disgusted, but also more eager for anything than she’d been in her life. She ran her tongue across Gerry’s testicles surprised by how the salty, musty taste was almost pleasant.

“Good girl.” Gerry said. “Now keep doing that, but slowly begin lifting your head and licking higher as you go…”

Kara soon found that the smell of her “friend’s” cock had intoxicated her and that the pressing of his flesh against her face, was driving her mad. She needed to cum, she needed to be able to think about something other than sex again. But she also felt a deep, internal need, to follow Gerry’s orders, to be a good sexual partner for him. To get him off.

She had just started to lick his shaft when he put a hand on her head.

“You’re doing great!” He said, ruffling her hair, in a way that she wasn’t sure if she liked. “Now, I want you to begin to kiss the tip and slowly bring it into your mouth…be careful not to touch it with your teeth…”

Kara nodded. This was taking so much longer than she’d thought, and it felt like she should have been embarrassed that he had to teach her any of this. But instead she felt warm and safe. At the moment there was nothing but him and his orders and as long as she followed them, she would be safe.

She had just begun to kiss his cock, when it strained against her upper lip. Then his sperm splattered was across her face, irritating her eyes and dripping from sweat soaked strands of hair. She looked up at him in shock and disbelief and felt her own little spasm down below. She was so ****, that instead of thinking how rude it was for him to just cum all over her face, she was just hopeful that now that he’d finally climaxed, he would let her do so as well.

Kara reached up to wipe some of the slime off her face but he held up a hand to stop her. “Eat it.” He said.

She stared at him in horror.

“You already admitted how much you liked the taste, you may as well eat it…” He said with a smile.

Kara wanted to disagree. She wanted to say that had just been foreplay. That none of this was really who she was. Instead, she found herself lifting a hand to her face and beginning to scoop away the remains of Gerry’s orgasm. Slowly, she brought it to her mouth. (KARA: +1SP)(88SP)

This time, the taste was worse than she’d thought, salty and icky, like bad seafood. Still, she swallowed it all down. She wanted to make him happy. No, she needed to make him happy.

He smiled down at her, his eyes suddenly tired. He rubbed her scalp as he spoke. “Good girl…now…before anything else, I want you to tell me what happened at the club.” Gerry said, running his hand across her hair.

She looked up at him in horror. Why? What was wrong with him? Every time she was willing to give him something, he asked for more. It was like he was testing her, or pushing her to see how far he could go before she snapped.

“I-I don’t want to talk about that…” She said.

“Yes, you do, baby girl…now tell me the truth and I’ll give you a reward.”

She shook slightly. This was wrong, she should have thrown him out of bed and demanded he never come near her again.

But then she wouldn’t get to cum. Then even if she found someone else and told them about her fetish and got them to agree to humiliate her, she still wouldn’t be allowed to climax. She thought about her dream, the nightmare where she’d watched as woman was sexually assaulted.

How depraved would she become? How useless to the city might she be as a deprived sex fiend?

How would she be able to ever interact with a man again, without thinking about his cock, pressed against her lips?

She groaned. “Please Gerry…don’t make me-”

“I thought we already established this…you call me Daddy.”

She groaned again. “Please Daddy…I thought we were having fun…I don’t want to…I mean I can’t…”

She realized she was crying now, torn between two futures of degradation. Then she felt his hand under her chin, lifting up her head.

“It’s okay, Super Girl…you can tell me.” He said, his eyes still twinkling with a bit of mischief.

She closed her eyes and shut her legs together. “A-after my powers disappeared…one of the dancer’s spanked me…it was just supposed…to be part of the routine…but it hurt…it really hurt my…my butt…” (KARA: +2SP)(90SP)

“One of the dancers?” He asked.

She nodded. “It-it was so humiliating…she made me say how much…umm…better she was than me…how much sexier and umm…more mature she was…it was the worst moment of my life…”

“And it turned you on, didn’t it? Getting spanked in front of a crowd of men in that costume?” He said with a smile.

Kara fumed. Then she nodded slowly. She didn’t know how he knew this, but she was coming to understand he was not like any man she’d ever encountered before.

“There’s something you’re not telling me.” He said, as if to prove her point.

“Th-the dancer…she was dressed like umm…dressed like Power Girl while she was…hitting me.”

“And why didn’t you want to tell me that part of the story?”

“Because…” She looked up at him again. “Because I’m afraid that Power Girl is better than me.” (KARA: +1SP)(91SP)

“Good girl. You’re finally being honest, Kara.”

Kara’s eyes widened in dismay.

“Okay, you can cum now.”

Kara let out a screech and before she could do or say anything, all the pleasure which had been building up in her core released. She fell over, howling like a wild cat, her legs spasming with relief as she squirted all over the carpet, her eyes rolled back, her mouth hanging open in a ridiculous expression.

She felt herself being picked up and carried to bed, but she didn’t care. She had orgasmed. The best orgasm in her life. She drifted off to sleep feeling warm and protected.

GERRY

After Kara was in bed, I opened my phone and went to the app. As I expected, I had many earned myself many notifications.

-CONGRATULATIONS!-

You have reached a total of 200 SP, unlocking the following trait for yourself:

ENHANCED STAMINA

While you are performing sexual acts or punishing subjects, you’re stamina score is doubled. Current Stamina score = 5/10

Well, that was useful. It was a bit humiliating to shoot off after a minute and a half of Kara touching my dick. If I was going to be fucking these bitches into submission, I’d have to last longer.

But the more important thing was that I had 120 SP right now, which meant I could afford another upgrade. I skimmed over the traits I’d gained since my last upgrade.

“PLEASE DON’T PUNISH ME”

While in public and near the user, the subject will be afraid of disobeying the user. If the subject does disobey the user while in a public setting, the user will be able to punish the subject or make the subject punish themselves for the next hour with legal and social impunity.

Level II: The subject loses all supernatural powers while being punished and for an hour after their punishment concludes, they will feel dependent on the user to care for them.

“HERE’S ALL MY SECRETS”

Whenever the subject lies to the user, they will feel the need to follow that lie with an embarrassing truth about themselves. They will feel humiliated by admitting these truths, but will feel it is only right for them to do so.

Level II: Whenever the user tells the subject a secret about themselves, the subject will reciprocate by sharing a piece of information of equal importance.

An interesting choice. Neither was particularly strong, so it might be nice to hold onto the points. Still, it was nice to see how quickly I had made back the points I lost. And I hadn’t even played around with Captain Carter’s trait yet.