Conquering the Cafeteria [-Part 1-]

Black Widow's heels clicked against the glossy metallic floor as she walked into the central hub of the Helicarrier; a dozen trained S.H.I.E.L.D specialists were behind various computers of differing shapes and sizes, working on their own projects. She ignored the idle glances; some of the agents shifted her way upon her entry. With her skintight jumpsuit, pristine figure, and an above-average appearance, drawing eyes is a typical byproduct of her practice.

Hence why she was not surprised, nor upset by her unintended ability to attract both male and females attention. The Black Widow doesn't train day in and day out to please the fantasies of men or women.

Continuing forward, she walked past her cohorts, fully aware of how her bubbly ass jiggled with each step. Even with her training, her ass is still a mix between muscle and fat; but she has achieved the perfect middle ground for her line of work, and she is proud of her form.

As she made her way closer to the head of the ship, the light that cast through the large clear glass displaying the sunny horizon made her look like a model strutting down the runway.

Nearing the man in charge of this whole organization, Black Widow rose a hand to the miniature zipper on the front of her jumpsuit and methodically pulled it down till she reached her ample waist.

"Axel Sir," She seductively slurred, her tongue dancing across her lush lips. "You called for my assistance?"

"Yes," The man who was moments earlier, cast in shadow, turned around to address her.

She looked up towards the man in charge, only to find herself slapped in the side of her face with a hard and moist cock. The **** and weight of his dominant shaft stunned her for only a few seconds; she let her face linger to the side as it sunk in what had transpired.

She smiled, and squeezed her arms together, pushing out her vastly exposed cleavage in the process.

"So, you are aroused, my lord?" She breathed onto his thick member and lightly dabbed out her tongue to lap up his secreting pre-cum.

"Are you some fucking bimbo?" He groaned and pumped his shaft. "Pleasure me now! Teasing slut."

"Yes, my- Mggff!" The Widdow's words were cut short by the massive cock that was **** between her plump lips, the sheer pleasure that shot it's way into her core cause her eyes to lul back as she eagerly sucked on her master's groin.

"Oh, fuck!" My eyes shot open as if a man was in the middle of an arousing fantasy and was simultaneously being pleasured by an attractive female in real-time.

Because, surprise surprise, that's what's happened.

Looking forward, I found myself in a bed with Jane's head resting against my stomach, her hands wrapped around my erect dick. Well, gosh dang, I guess I was suffering from another case of morning wood.

"Oh!" Jane ripped her eyes away from the tent I created over to my face. "You're awake! How are you feeling, master?"

"W- What? Was I sick or something?" I groaned, Jane's pumping was really stimulating.

"You were out cold; I couldn't let anything happen to you, so I brought you to my dorm."

"I just passed out," I shrugged. "We had a fuck-ton of sex, like holy shit, that was hot stuff!"

"And I can tell you're still aroused? I was worried when I saw that tent grow. I wanted to help please you but didn't want to risk waking you up," Jane frowned and halted her stroking. "Did I mess up? Was I stroking you too hard?"

"Nah, it's whatever, I never thought I'd ever wake up to a woman getting me off. Hell, I'm used to dealing with my morning wood myself."

"Master."

"Hm?"

"You will never have to worry about pleasuring yourself again. My life is dedicated to being the best sex-**** I can be." She said matter of factly, with her gaze staring me directly into my soul.

"I'm still not sure about that sex-**** thing... How about a girlfriend?"

"If that's what you want master." Jane resumed stroking.

"Eh, I'll think on it."

"Please, decide, tell me what to do, and I will do it." Her eyes widened, and her pupils seemed to grow. Holy shit, she looks so fucking cute!

Starting from the tentacles tucked behind her ears, Jane's pink skin began to change, to a purple.

"Alright, fine." I found myself feeling ever more confident. "I'm still tired, so I order you to stop bugging me for now and let me decide later."

"Ye.. Yes Master!" She peeped and released her hand from my dick.

"Okay, so is it morning? God, I'm fucking hungry, when's breakfast?"

"It's not morning master," Jane pointed towards the little window over the wooden nightstand in the middle of the room. "But it is dinner time, so you could go to the dining hall if you want."

"Wait," I blinked, "Is that where my sister is?"

"That's where everyone is."

I swung my legs off the bed and sat up. "So, why are you here?"

"I refused to eat until you did Master."

"Oh," I felt genuinely surprised and touched. "Well, you can eat now, I guess, because I am famished! I mean, I just had my post-fuck nap, so I guess the next logical step forward would be my post-fuck feast! And, maybe when I get my energy back, and I go for a post-fuck fuck."

Grumble grumble grumble.

Went my stomach.

I was hungry, though it goes without saying. As Jane and I stepped into the large open cafeteria, it hit me. It hit me, in the same way, I beat my dick to superheroine celebrity porn every other night. Half the time, the 'alleged' leaked nudes are faker than... Something... That's fake. But it never stopped me from whipping out my old fateful and pleasuring the night away. One's imagination can do wonders for the not so lucky.

Anyhow.

Going through the day, half of it spent driving to this school, and the other half spent busting my brains out. I came to the realization that... Well, I haven't eaten a fucking thing! Legit, during the entirety of the day, the only things to enter my mouth were the tongues and tits of attractive females. But I ain't complaining!

Grumble...

Well, okay, my stomach might be complaining just a bit.

This morning Mom rushed me out of the house because I was attempting to warm up a slice of toast, and we still ended up getting to the school a few minutes late. Which could have been avoided if she just left without me; I was perfectly fine with staying put in the comfy confines of my house. But Mom was all like 'You have to see your sister off,' and 'We should all go as a family.'

Which, to be fair, aren't entirely barbaric objectives. But that doesn't matter! She had her foot down and was adamant that I pull myself out of bed to go all the way to a school that I wouldn't even be attending. It was just another way of displaying to me how pathetically average I am compared to the rest of the world. I had to sit in the monotonous car ride, knowing that when this is all said and done, my older sister is going to be one of those superpowered connoisseurs, and I'm still going to be the average kid, that no one understands.

But that was then, and this is now.

Closing my eyes and taking in a deep breath, I inhaled the delicious scent of cooked goodies.

In some odd sense of the word, I own this place. I'm not a student; I have no mutant genes flowing through my veins what-so-ever. Yet, I'm standing in this school with no permit or any of that fucking shit; the time for guests to waltz about is more than over, and last time I checked, I never got an invite, so I'm a guest to this establishment. But even now, not a single person is giving the littles of shits to my intrusion. And I'm well aware that some other mistress is pulling strings around me, but hell; she gave me power, and I'm going to fucking **** it.

Honestly, I should thank Mom too; if she hadn't **** me to get off my ass and come here, I wouldn't have ever known what Storm's mighty massive monster of tits would taste like. I wouldn't have banged my always teasing sister. Hell, I wouldn't have ever been able to touch my own mother's juicy ass without her drawing her hand sharply against my face.

God, it's as if my life was taken up plopped into one of those shitty smuts LLation continues to upload to Chyoa. Because guess what? I've done all of those things, and then some! Who knew that, in the end, my mother would help me get laid with her daughter? Fate works in mysterious ways; what can I say?

I pushed and rolled around the crowd of chatting teens. Some were standing in their own respective groups, and others were making their way to any empty tables they could find. Whatever they were doing, I heeded them no mind because my stomach needed relief, and nothing could distract me from my growing hunger.

Nothing accept ASS, that is.

I halted in place, eagerly transfixed by the sight my eyes gracefully decided to land on. Jane didn't anticipate my sudden and abrupt shift in pace and ended up bumping into my back, causing her cushiony breasts to press into me, which didn't serve to help my rising arousal.

"Master? What is it-"

"Shh shh shhh," I shoved my hand into her face as I signaled for her to silence herself.

"I'm appreciating nature's beauty..."

"More like nature's booty," She said quietly.

I ignored her for ass. It was quite the ass too, full and rump; looked juicy to boot. I bet it could take whole two massive cocks at once, or at least twenty miniature ones. Maybe I should arrange for a test? All in the good name of science, of course. The woman in question was in a nicely pressed gray business suit that looked clean to the touch, and the matching gray dress pants hugged her rear end happily enough to display that peach-shaped rump. She was apparently picking up discarded pieces of trash that found their way onto the cleanly kept floor.

"Would you want me to do that?" Jane asked

"I'd want everyone to do that! In fact..." I paused and thought to myself, "It's normal for all women to jut out their asses, without bending their knees, whenever they reach downwards for any reason."

"Well yeah?" Jane said in a confused manner, as her mind was molded to my pervy whim without her being none the wiser.

I've had a fair amount of practice using that ability to change what people do and think during my impromptu orgy in the auditorium. Well, I assume my mysterious perverted guardian angle is the one with the powers, I'm just a normal guy after all. But's it's like whatever perverted wish I blurt out as being normal, she hears and turns it into a reality; I wonder what's her limit though? What can't she do? Or more interestingly, what won't she do?

Oh, who am I kidding? I shouldn't mess with the woman who's turning my life into a public sex fantasy.

"Oh dear, I hope this doesn't persist to become a recurring occurrence for the semester." The woman who's ass I've been worshiping with my gaze stood up, and I saw that.

Shit! What's up with me and Storm? This counts to be the third time I've run into her today, I ain't complaining but, are we like soul-linked or some shit? At this point, I hoped to run into some of the other X-Men.

But...

Her Butt...

Is quite a butt...

Ah fuck it, she turns me on beyond reason, and I'm not sure why. I mean, obviously, she's attractive as hell. Massive tits, check. Ass, check. Figure, check. But she was never in my top three most lusted after heroines.

But now that I have unrestricted access to one of the most coveted members of the X-Men, my dick is putting her up a notch on my leaderboard. Maybe I had a thing for exotic black women that I'm just now discovering about myself.

Or maybe I'm putting too much thought into this.

"Hey, Storm!" I blurted through the loud gossiping of students and faculty alike.

She moved over to the trash bin to drop the junk she accumulated and perked her head up upon hearing my voice. "Oh, Axel. How are you?" She paused for a moment, "And I'm not sure why you addressed me like that, believe me, that I am not the hero you think I am, though it does flatter me that you would think that I resemble her."

"Nah, you are. With a bit of hindsight, it was pretty obvious. All things considered." Closing the distance between us, I reach up to her gray buttoned-up suit and begin working on undoing each button. "I mean, look at these milk sacks." I paused my advance to slap her right breast with my palm and watch as it giggled within her bra."

"I see," She mused as she looked down to my sexual **** of her tit with uncaring ease. "So you assume all women with-"

"And the white hair is a dead giveaway." I grinned as I undid the final button on her blouse and maneuvered her arms to slide the top off her. Stepping back, I admired my handy work. The way her massive breasts jut out from her smooth, slim, and well-kept figure and sit within her white bra is stimulating, to say the least.

"Well-" She began

"Masterrr!" Jane moaned from behind me. "Why don't you treat me like that!"

"Hey, I told you to be quiet!" I spun around, with her skin still being purple. I'm finding myself being more confident in myself, which is probably her intention to get me to order her around more. "And turn yourself pink, I want you to make this black bitch aroused."

"Yes, master." Jane squeaked.

"It's actually strickly prohibited for students to use their abilities on the school's faculty without prior permission," Ororo warned, placing her hands on her hips in a manner that caused her large bra-clad tits to jiggle ever so slightly.

"Yea? Well," I wrapped my arms around Jane and watched as her skin transition from purple to pink. My more dominant aura was fading, and I felt my cock start as I was becoming more aroused than I just was moments before. "She's my ****, so if you have a problem with my orders, you can always bring it up to me." My face had a wide, smug-ass smile, as I challenged the authority of a woman who has the ability that rivals gods.

"It's not you that I have an issue with." She sighed, "I like you, Axel, even if you are brash and tend to state the obvious. But if I allow things such as this to slide once, imagine the implications that would have down the line. Do you understand?"

"Hm? Sorry I was too busy not giving a single shit about anything you said. I haven't thought that far down the line so far, but I do see a lot of sex in my future."

"I do too Axel, but even with your exceptional member, expect the number of females that are willing to spread their legs for you to fall if you continue to have a fowl personality." Ororo nodded her head and bit the corner of her lip when I pulled her left tit out from her bra and shoved her large nipple in my mouth. "A.. Ah! Th- There's more to a relationship than... S.. Sex.. Mmmm." As I sucked her tit, my free hand was exploring the vastness that is between her legs.

*Plop* I pulled my mouth away, leaving a trail of slimy spittle. "Yeah, whatever, I see you're aroused." I flicked Ororo's pointy brown nipple with my finger. "So am I, what a coincidence!" Spinning around briefly, I gave Jane a thumbs up, "Good job! Keep us all sexed up."

"Of course, master!" Jane beamed at my praise.

"Oahh..." Ororo moaned and then started blinking rapidly as if realizing what's currently occurring. "Oh, Axel, could we refrain for the moment. Sex with you is a treat, but I have an appointment to go to before we close the cafeteria for the night."

"You do?" I stepped back, with my hand still playing with her tit. "Then why were you in here in the first place?" My occupied hand was busy bouncing the jiggly black breast that was still resting withing her bright white bra; the boob flesh bounced widely like jello with each movement.

"Well, I came in to double-check and confirm that everything was in order."

"I see," I released her tit and thought to myself. Last time I bothered an X-Men member when she was in a hurry, I almost found myself dragged out of the school, and thus out of the protective sex barrier, my mysterious mind controller is providing me. "Okay, okay, well, you got me horny. So I guess you can go, but I'm going to fuck someone else, I want you to know that."

"Sure, thing." She smiled and looked down towards the tent in my pants. "Whoever that lucky lady is, she'll definitely thank you once she sees what you're packing." Licking her lips, Ororo nodded and continued. "Well, you enjoy yourself, make sure not to have to much sex now and eat up."

"I... Eh, you're right," I groaned, "Fucking on an empty stomach ain't right. Jane, turn back to purple, I need more confidence."

"Yes, Master!"

As Ororo turned, Jane's mood swinging ability shot me with a load of confidence. I saw Ms. Monroe reach downwards for her top that I tossed on the floor behind her; she bent down without bending her knees even slightly, her ass presented towards me in all her exotic glory. Something about seeing her obediently obeying the command I had put in place moments earlier, turned me on.

"Wait!" I called out and rushed to put my hand out to stop her.

"Hmm?" She rose upwards, looking towards me with her top in her hand. "Oh, you liked what you saw, didn't you?" She gave me a smerk. "Sadly, looking is all you're going to be able to do, for now, I must take my leave now." She started her move away from me.

"Yeah, no." I reached out and grabbed her by the back of her bra-strap. "Your time of making the rules is over now. You leave when I say."

"Confident, are we?" She turned with her hands on her hips. "Well, it may come as a surprise, but just because I allowed you to fuck me earlier, doesn't mean that you are all of a sudden my superior. I've been here for many years and have met many horny teens, such as yourself. You might have the largest penis I've seen in a while, but that doesn't make you even close to being in charge here."

I assume Jane's ability to make me more confident is also a double-edged sword since it's making Ms. Monroe more dominating as well. The difference is that even with all her physical power and athority. Since I have the ability to shape her mind, everything gets sent into the shitter.

"Pfff, yeah? And what are you going to do?" I challenged

"Well," Ororo hummed. "I could have you thrown out of the school; it's day one, and you being a bit cocky. Not a good sign of things to come."

"Oh, ho ho! You want to see a sign of things to come? Let me show you how shit's going to play out with me here." I clear my throat and step back, making sure to maintain eye contact with her. Ororo's amused smirk never leaves her face. "It's normal for every female in this room except for Storm and Jane to make out with each other like you are all passionate lovers!" I shouted as if my life depended on it. I also made sure to use Ms. Monroe's code name just to piss her further off; I'm still not sure if everyone knows or if I was just an idiot.

But it doesn't matter.

"I don't see how stating the obvious changes anything Axel, but if that's your way of 'putting me in my place,' then I'm sorry to say you've failed." Ororo shrugged, still topless mind you, though I assume that doesn't matter since almost instantly all the females in the room stopped chatting or eating, and began lunging towards each other as if their lives were on the line. But yet the dark-skinned beauty ignored the sudden act of shameful lust taking place before her and still had both hands on her hips as if she's still waiting for me to prove myself.

"I'm not done, Jane!"

"Yes, master?" Jane inquired quietly from behind me.

"Remove Ms. Storm's pants for me; I want to lust my eyes on her creamy chocolate skin."

"Of course, master!" Jane responded and stepped towards Ororo, only to be stopped by the black woman.

"I think you should say. 'No master,'" Ororo held out her arms to stop Jane in her place. Hearing the exotic mutant's voice say the word master caused my cock to jolt. "I am not stripping down for him. Though, I likely would have if he were to have been a bit more pleasant and friendly. It's as if after his nap, he awoke as a different person."

"Except that it's normal for you to shove your pantie into your mouth and suck on it whenever someone says your last name," I said with a smirk. Ororo, lowered her arms for a second as she made a note of my words. "Isn't that right, Ms. Monroe?"

"You are not wrong," She responded slowly, her hands twitching towards her pants. "But I don't have to do it here, for you, so I will-"

"Oh, for fuck's sake, stop trying to be in control of the situation! Do you hear that?" I pointed backward and paused so she could hear the audible moans of every woman in this room, sucking faces with each other. "You have no control over this situation! It's normal for you to drop your pants right now and remove your pantie."

Ms. Monroe followed my command like clockwork; my eyes lusted across her form as she dragged the fabric down her wide hips and thick thighs. In a few more seconds, her pantie was removed in the same way as her pants, and she held it in her hand.

"So now that we're here, why don't you just suck on it, Ms. Monroe?"

She didn't even have a chance to respond as she stood in front of me, entirely naked save for the white bra that's still wrapped around her chest. Her entier exotic dark-skinned figure was on full display to everyone who might be looking. And in an instant, as of on pure impulse, she shoved the warm undergarment into her mouth and began sucking on her own musky juices.

"Is this fun? You still in full control of this situation?" I find myself becoming more and more dominant the longer I stand near Jane when she's in her purple form. Before giving her a chance to attempt to fumble a response with her mouth full of her freshly used pantie. I get an idea. "Actually, don't answer that, I need to make sure you remember who's in control here. Just in case you ever get the idea that you can tell me what to do." *Achem* "It's normal for you to knock over that trash bin behind you."

Ms. Monroe finally spat out her pantie and commented while still going through with the order I just put in place. "You continue to state things that are common knowledge and pretend that you are in charge of this situation." Ororo, lifted the large wastebin with ease, displaying her straight, my eyes admired her mostly naked form stretched to follow through with my task.

Flipping it over, a shit-tun of garbage and junk came tumbling onto the clean floor.

"Alright? Alright." She nodded and turned to leave. "We're done here. I'll have the janitor come and clean this mess up. And I suggest you adjust your attitude; tell your sex-**** to stop making you confident; it's only serving to-"

"Actually, no, you're not done just yet. Actually, you're going to be a bit late to wherever you're going.

"I am?" She stopped and quirked her brow, as if genuinely curious about how I'm going to get her to stay.

"Yeah, because it's normal for you to pick up each article of trash one by one, and place them back in the bin." Before Ororo could let out any more than a sigh, I continued. "And it's also normal for every female in the room except... Uh... Jane, Imogene, and my Mom. To line up behind you, each time you reach downwards to pick something up, they will slap your ass as hard as you can, and head back to their seats. You will count each time you get spanked and tell me the number later and apologize for trying to put me in my place."

I gasped and stopped to recover my breath, that was a long one. But my lungs need more practice anyway, one short jog and I'm winded as shit. Though I'm happy with the results of my command, so I turned around and wrapped an arm around Jane, the sex-****. And I made my way over to the now-empty tables as all the females of differing levels of beauty stood up to get in line.

Through the loud noise of shuffling feet, I barley heard Ms. Monroe's quiet, "Of course." I was more intent on finding my mother and sister; I left them out for a reason. It's time to catch up with the family.

And now that only guys are left at the tables, it shouldn't be hard to spot- Ah! There's my sassy sister and big busted mother! I'd spot Imogene's pink hair from a mile away.

I smiled and waved towards my family, who are sitting as if nothing strange is occurring around them. Actually, their hair seems to be slightly riffled up... Were they making out with each other while I was messing with Storm? Goddammit! I wanted to see that!

Though there's no point in complaining, it won't be hard to get them to do it again.