Rob Can't Wait Until He Gets Home, He Fucks Them In His Car!

Nami and Tifa were confused, minds addled by anger, embarrassment, and pure lust. This strange man had come into their bar, started barking orders at them while offering them money, like they were cheap whores or something, and yet their bodies acted on their own, operating exactly to his wishes.

And now, they found themselves in the parking lot outside the bar, sitting in the backseat of his car, making out with the man that just humiliated and used them.

And it was so. Fucking. Good!

Nami and Tifa sat on either side of Rob, mouths open and tongues out, the three messily frenching each other, Rob on Nami and Rob on Tifa, and Nami on Tifa. At first, Rob had kept his hands on the hair of the two girls, forcing them to kiss him, but when he found how quickly and easily they relented, his hands drifted down to their asses. In addition, his pants were undone, his painfully erect cock out for the world to see. Rob's cock was of average length, but otherwise resembled him, being extra thick, extra wide, extra girthy. It was part of the reason why he didn't feel the need to enhance the physical form of his cock with a wish, just make him inhumanly skilled. It wasn't about the size of the tool, but how you used it, after all.

Both women had a hand on the cock, gently rubbing it or holding onto it, finding the very feel of the phallus to be incredibly pleasurable and addicting. It was burning hot, pulsed and throbbed in response to their every moment, and just putting a fingertip on it sent a jolt of electric pleasure down their spines. It was the best cock Nami or Tifa had ever beheld, and both shuddered in trepidation and desire at the prospect of having more.

After a near eternity of making out, Rob eventually relented, letting the two breakaway. All of them were panting like dogs in heat, Nami and Tifa flushed and visibly confused, while Rob licked his lips, savouring the taste of the two lovely ladies he had. Eventually, Tifa managed to work up the courage to speak.

"W-who are you? What do you want?" She said, her voice thick and slurred. Her tongue felt heavy and useless. "How are you doing this?" Oddly, she wasn't afraid or angry anymore. She felt like she couldn't be, not in his presence...

Rob smiled in response, proud and victorious as he gave his prizes a once-over. "Well, not to go into too much details right now, but basically ladies, this is going to be your new life. I'm your master, and you two are my obedient sex slaves. You'll do what I want, when I want, how I want, with no questions and a smile on your face, understand?"

Tifa swallowed, shaking her head. "No. No, you can't do this. We won't just do what you want, no matter..." she swallowed again. "No matter how good it makes us feel." Because that was the trap, not only were their bodies responding to Rob's wants and desires, but Nami and Tifa were starting to get drunk off the sheer pleasure he was radiating. It was as if their bodies were telling them that this was alright, that this was how it was suppose to be. That this was their...

Fate.

"But you will." Rob replied, casually, cupping one of Nami's breasts, still bare and exposed, while addressing Tifa. Nami stifled a moan, which only caused Rob to squeeze harder. "You two are my dream girls, the first of many, and you belong to me." Tifa backed away from Rob, as far as she could, given that they were confined to the backseat. She easily could have slugged him and made an escape, or even open the door and run for it, but her body wouldn't respond. No, it was more than that. It was like every time that idea formed in her mind, it would be quashed by the memory of lust and pleasure and the expectation and need for more.

Rob continued to wear his triumphant, smug smirk, watching Tifa's every movement and reaction, her flushed and sweaty skin. Her heaving chest. The way she subconsciously rubbed her thighs together. The world and reality were his allies in his quest, he just had to keep pushing forward and he would win out in the end.

With that in mind, he adjusted his pants, whipping his cock fully. "So, with that all said, I'm going to claim what's mine. Which one of you bitches wants to be fucked silly first?"

Tifa resisted the urge to shout out, her body tensing up as she defied it's base desire. Sadly, she didn't think she would have won out, only being saved when Nami blurted out "Oh god, please! Please fuck me, stud!"

Nami was writhing on the seat on the opposite end of the car, cupping a heavy tit while undoing her jeans, revealing a hairy trail of bright, hot orange bush, releasing a musky scent into the vehicle. "I need it, I need it soooo bad!" She moaned like a wanton whore, eyes lit feverishly, biting one lip while Rob stared at her.

"Nami..." Tifa said, unsure if it was to trying and talk her friend out of it to save herself, or trying to talk her out of it so Tifa could be first.

"No, Tifa, I'm sorry, but I can't resist!" Nami replied. "He's right, I can't resist him anymore! I want to feel so good. I wanna be his bitch and get fucked stupid by my, by my..."

Rob closed in on Nami, practically on top of her, as close as possible without making skin contact. "Say it, slut..."

"By my master!"

Rob paused, taking in Nami in the moment. Her hair tussled and mussed, eyes half-lidded and closed with lust, a stupid, horny smile on her face and the her tongue lolling out while she sprawled against the backseat, exposing tits and bush.

God, she looked perfect.

Rob's hands slid down the front of her jeans, one working with her to worry them off, while the other brushed against the thick tangle of pubic hair, finding her thoroughly soaked. Nami writhed under his clumsy touch, cooing in pleasure and delight despite his lack of physical skill. But, as Rob massaged his clit and probed her innards, he felt his body tingle, energy surging around him, his sex god aura surging to life. It didn't matter how clumsy his big bear paw hands were, just the gentlest of touches was enough to send his partners screaming towards ecstatic pleasure.

But Rob wasn't here for foreplay, as he quickly flipped Nami over, her jeans wrapped around her ankles, and then shoved her panties aside. "Alright, bitch, get ready." Rob said, slapping her ass, causing Nami to moan louder, wriggling her butt in ****, primal need, the proud and clever woman replaced by a wanton beast, surrendered entirely to Rob's will.

Said man wasted no time jamming his fat cock into Nami's sopping wet pussy, the pirate girl arching her back as a jolt of sheer burning bliss ripped through her body "OH fuuuuck~" Rob roughly slammed his full length into her, reveling in just how warm and tight Nami was, her inner walls clamping onto him for dear life. She felt infinitely better than any girlfriend he had had sex with before. Whether that was because she was so sexy, because she was fictional, or because she was part of his wish was beyond him, but her honestly didn't care. He had her and that's all that mattered.

"Yeah, baby, yeah! Your cock is so good!" Nami moaned and slurred and drooled, crying out with each thrust. "It's so fucking big, so fat and wide! I can feel it spreading me, molding me to it! You'll ruin me for other men forever! Don't fucking stooooop!"

Rob's cock twitched and spasmed with each thrust, nearing release, when he began to remember details about his second wish. He had total control over his orgasms now, which was a good thing, because he imagined he wouldn't last five minutes fucking a woman of Nami's calibre beforehand. Not that she was doing much better, the sultry orange-haired woman reaching a squealing climax within minutes of Rob's entry. Her walls clenched around him, viscous love juice discharging from the soaking wet orifice, Rob responding in kind by willing himself to cum, shooting jet after jet of hot semen into Nami, earning even more lurid noises from the girl, but he didn't stop with that. If anything, he early orgasm spurred him on further.

Still as hard as he was when he entered her due to his supreme stamina, Rob moved his hands from Nami's hips to her hair. God, he loved her hair. Those bright orange ringlets were made to be grabbed and yanked in the throes of passion, which is exactly what he did, taking a handful of Nami's hair and roughly pulling back for leverage. He then placed his other hand on the small of her back and gently pushed her forward, pressing Nami's upper body against the window of the car. Her fat nipples and even fatter tits smooshed against the glass, along with her cheek and her lolling tongue, the girl still feverishly babbling to herself about how good she felt. About how good Rob was making her.

Rob fucked her roughly, cumming two more times before finishing, shooting more seed into her with each climax, eventually causing an overflow, thick white jizz pouring out from Nami's snatch. He had lost count over how many times he had made Nami cum, and with the state she was in, Nami probably couldn't even count to two at this point, the sultry sexpot covered in a fine sheen of sweat as she sank to the floor of the car, a delirious smile on her face as she muttered under her breath.

Then Rob turned around, still hard as a rock, lustful gaze falling on Tifa, who had silently watched the whole affair. "You're next, sweetie."

"N-no..." Tifa weakly replied, legs clenched tightly together, arms crossed over her chest. The car reeked of sex and sweat, and she just watched a strange man fuck her coworker to unconsciousness. Her had began to spin, stricken and looking like a deer in the headlights as Rob approached.

"Yes." Rob said, gently, even as he put his hands on her thighs, parting them, before reaching to the belt on her skirt. "I won't take no for an answer, Tifa." Tifa said and did nothing, even as Rob removed her of her skirt and panties. "Because I know you want this. You could have ran away while I was fucking Nami, but you didn't." He pulled down her bra, her last bit of clothes, freeing her breasts. She was roughly the same size as Nami, but with smaller areola and small, dark nipples. They were hard enough to scratch a diamond. "Hell, you could easily take me in a fight, no problem. Beat me up without issue. But you aren't. You won't. Because you don't want to."

Rob kissed her, soft as a breeze on a summer's night, yet Tifa still felt like she was drowning in the heady waters of his charisma. He broke away moments later, even if it felt like a lifetime for Tifa. "Because you want this, more than anything." Rob smirked and rested backwards, lying down on the carseat, giving Tifa and expectant look. It was her move now.

Moving like a jungle cat pouncing on her pray, Tifa quickly speared herself on Rob's cock, submitting to him without hesitation or fear. All at once, her trepidation released itself in the form of a shuddering moan, her entire body trembling as she sank down on the hard, thick dick, tension replaced with relaxation and pure pleasure.

"Good girl." Rob said before thrusting upwards, Tifa bucking her hips in time and the two lovers quickly finding their rhythm. Tifa bounced atop her new master, long silky locks and big, heavy tits bouncing in time, her hair splaying everywhere as it shook loose from it's ponytail, while her breasts jiggled hypnotically and enticingly.

Like Nami, Tifa quickly climaxed, completely at the mercy of her lover and his godlike skills, but unlike her friend and fellow ****, Tifa did not speak while being fucked, just moaned and groaned, her brain so intensely fried from the buzz of animalistic sex that she couldn't form any coherent thoughts.

She quickly came again, and a third time, her bucking slowing down, while Rob seized onto Tifa's wrists, locking her in place, as his upward thrusts began more violent. Unlike Nami, he held onto his orgasm as long as he could, as long as he wanted, riding the wave of pleasure coming from Tifa's incredibly tight and loving pussy, wanting to experiment with his new powers a bit more. Come her fourth orgasm, Rob let go as well, unleashing a virulent stream of cum, flooding her womb for as long as he wanted.

He got up to ten before he relented, once more cum spilling from his lover, Tifa groaning from the sensation of fullness. Rob made some maneuvers to disentangle himself from Tifa, resting her on the backseat, before stepping out of the car. Then, for good measure, he turned about and stroked his slick cock a few time, shooting out more strings of gooey semen so they splattered all over Nami and Tifa. Their bellies, their chests, their faces, and their hair. Marking them as his.

"Well, that was a lot of fun, ladies." Rob chuckled as he took his place in the driver's seat. The two women lightly stirred. Neither were asleep, just so thoroughly tired and cock-drunk that they couldn't string together any words in response. He smirked, watching them through the rearview mirror, before turning the car into gear and heading home. "Hope you both enjoyed it, because from now on, this is your lives!"