Time Passes for Jason

A week had flown by and I was still coming to grips with my new and improved life.

It almost felt like I was a completely different person. Not that long ago I'd been excited about the first prospects of a life away from my parents in college, complete with my first job. Little did I know how truly all-encompassing and powerful my metahuman ability truly was.

Now, I had become a full-fledged supervillain. The realization still struck me as surreal.

My stable of super-slaves included:

Hawkgirl

Black Canary

Huntress

Batgirl

Green Arrow

Nightwing

All of them were completely mine. My dick twitched in my pants at that thought even as I lounged upon the white chaise lounge within the spacious living room of Dinah's Gotham apartment, bankrolled by Oliver's wealth, and now completely mine.

I sighed and relaxed. This was the life. In the past week, I'd had more sex, such debauchery and absolutely lewd goings-on, than my entire past, and I'd done so with the hottest super-heroines on the planet at my beck and call.

I've been keeping Hawkgirl, Black Canary, Huntress and Batgirl as my personal fucktoys. They cleaned my apartment, they cooked for me, and they provide sexual relief whenever I demanded it. Their men, Green Arrow and Nightwing were all too happy to watch with big stupid grins on their faces and their rock-hard dicks in their hands, not to mention heading out to pick up take-out for me on demand.

At this moment at about 10:15 in the morning on a Tuesday, my super slaves were all absent save for Shayera. I'd commanded them to do as they normally did during the day by going out into Gotham and perform their crime-fighting and super hero duties. I knew they'd be back for more debauchery later.

I was naked and I could feel my dick swelling... I could use a blowjob.

I slipped off the couch and got to my feet, hard prick swaying as I moved through the apartment. The living room was grand and ornate, befitting a billionaire playboy that had taste. I passed through it to the kitchen which had an open doorway to the office where Shayera sat before a computer, typing away with her own Thanagarian device projecting a holographic display, her wings open and displayed in a relaxed state floating behind her as she worked.

I didn't want to bother her, knowing that she was bearing the brunt of the duties managing those I'd enslaved not to mention planning for the future.

Instead, I turned my attention to the pretty Hispanic girl cleaning the stove, her fetish-level maid uniform barely able to contain her curvy body. Her cute round ass pushed against the fabric as she leaned forward to clean the stove, and her long brown hair was tied up in a ponytail that swung from side to side as she hummed a tune cheerfully while she worked.

Her name was Rachel Hernandez, the bank teller from the very beginning of this new phase of my life, and I'd easily claimed her by simply asking her out. She was completely enamored with me and eager to do anything for the man who'd set her free from that awful job. She was a very sweet and gentle lover, more than happy to give me head whenever I wanted it.

I moved up behind her, wrapping her in my arms and pressing my body against her as I nuzzled at her neck. She giggled and squirmed but didn't protest as she pushed back against me.

I admired her mostly thin, toned body in a classic tight black French maid’s outfit. Her light coffee colored legs were smooth, completely bare and showcased perfectly by the short black dress and black high heels with ankle straps that she was wearing. Her ass was firm and not too big but looked delicious with the dress stretched tightly across both of her taunt globes; there were no signs of panty lines either.

"Good afternoon, Sir." she spoke softly with an enticing smile on her lips as she cocked her head back in my direction.

“Hi Rachel, I was wondering if you could help me with something...”

"Of course, Sir. What would you like help with doing today?"

“Well, I need a little bit of relief if you aren’t too busy?”

Her smile grew much bigger, “I’d love to help you sir”

“Great” I knew that I could have just grabbed her as she worked and ravaged her without saying a word and she would have been perfectly fine with it. But I wanted to be more polite since I’d never been with Rachel before. Maybe I’ll have to try just ravaging her next time. I shook my head in bemusement at myself and then took her hand.

I enjoyed immensely my ability to manhandle the beautiful young lady, quickly pushing her to bend over the counter. I reached up to the back of her dress, undoing the top button and untying her apron. I slowly unzipped the dress down her slightly muscled, very sexy back. Rachel wiggled to help the tight dress drop over the slight swell of her hips to the floor in a puddle around her feet. She was left standing in just her black high heels, a small maid’s hat and white gloves that were pulled all the way up her arms. She never bothered to wear underwear when she was working.

Her unblemished face revealed an awe inspired expression as my cock bounced in front of it and she sighed in gratification. I pushed her to her knees and she happily accepted my cock into her hungry mouth.

I groaned with a great sense of relief and pleasure, feeling her tight lips press around my sensitive flesh and the wonderful sensation of warmth as her mouth glided up and down my shaft. She expertly worked her tongue and mouth as I held her head in place with both hands. She took hold of the root of my member and opened her pretty pink lips wide to take me in. I thrust down her throat and she gagged loudly, then drew me out a little and began a delicious curling lick along my shaft with her tongue.

Oh, she was good at this!

I groaned in ecstasy as her head moved back and forth, her long curly dark hair falling all around her gorgeous face, smacking and slobbering onto my cock. I loved the way she looked at me as her eyes peered up through her hair with such a lascivious desire. She moaned with a mouthful of dick and it vibrated deliciously along my shaft. I thought that I might cum soon but I didn't want this enjoyment to end so quickly.

Soon I held her bobbing head with one hand while the other produced sweeps of pleasure in her vagina as I reached down and plunged. Inevitably the tides built up and accordingly she moaned and the pink pleasure in her mind positively glowed with delight. I could see what was coming and brought her along steadily, thumbing her clitoris gently and bumping her up another gear. She laved upon my rod and panted with rising ecstasy until with my thumb on her clitoris and my fingers DEEP in her vagina she was on the last leg of her plunge to oblivion.