A new mentorship

I awoke to the feeling of immense satisfaction and of the sensation of something warm draped over me. I opened my eyes and found a voluptuous and very adult blonde woman snuggled against my chest, fast asleep.

My room was dark, so it was probably night or early morning. I fumbled around my bedside table for my phone and drew it out.

3:22 am.

Huh. I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to be awake this early in the morning. Not because of the time, but rather the fact that an honest-to-god superherione had stayed the night with me. It took a little mind control on my part, sure, but it was something. After all, how many men could say they’d fucked a gorgeous metahuman like Black Canary in every one of her holes in a single night?

“Mrpl…” the blonde grumbled and stirred against my chest. Her large breasts felt so soft and warm against me. I trailed a hand through her soft hair, marveling at the beauty of perfect blonde locks.

“Ollie… it’s too early…” she mumbled and half-heartedly tried to slap my hand away.

There was that name again. Ollie. Oliver. The man who was Dinah Lance’s fiancé. I realized then that I knew almost nothing about him. Was he a metahuman like Dinah or someone completely normal? Was he even aware that Dinah was a superherione? I wanted to find out.

“Hey, wake up,” I patted her firm butt.

“Ugh…” she groaned and burrowed herself further into my chest. I gave her rear a harder smack.

“Oh!” her azure eyes flew open. She glared up at me.

“Really?” she said. “You couldn’t let me sleep?”

“I had a few questions that just couldn’t wait. Please answer them,” I said.

Her face slackened and she replied in a neutral voice, “Okay. I’ll answer whatever questions you have for me.”

My dick bobbed.

She immediately returned to glaring at me. That was interesting. Was that brief blankness on her face the result of the obedience trigger I’d given her? If so, that was incredibly hot.

“Who’s this Oliver that you’re engaged to?”

“His name’s Oliver Queen. If you recognize it, that’s because he was marooned on an island for five years and is the heir to the Queen fortune. He spends his days running Queen Industries, but at night he puts the skills he learned during his exile to use fighting crime as the Green Arrow. He’s a total flirt and a ladies’ man, but he decided he finally wanted to settle down with me instead of some hussy. It really is too bad he isn’t hung at all like you are, Jason, or I might never have strayed at all,” she said.

I tensed. Damn, I knew it was too much to hope Dinah’s fiancé was some unimportant nobody. Then again, I guess only someone truly special could have hoped to attract the woman who moonlighted as Black Canary. Still, the man was all the way out in Seattle and unlike Green Arrow, Dinah was no longer a part of the Justice League. Maybe that was something I could exploit.

“You know, I’ve been thinking about something ever since you… came in my ass,” Dinah smiled at me and her eyes got this far-off look, not unlike the way they glassed over in one of her trances.

I squeezed her ass.

“Yeah?”

“I was thinking that maybe cumming inside every one of my holes yesterday wasn't enough of a punishment for what you did in that coffee shop," at my questioning look, she continued. "What I'm saying is that I feel like I'd a good mentor to you. Oliver’s always been harping on me for not taking in a troubled youth of my own, so…”

I raised my eyebrows skeptically, playing along.

“So what? What would a mentorship with you entail?” I asked.

The hot blonde bit lip and reached a hand down my body to gently grab my cock. She started to pump her hand up and down.

“For starters, you could fuck me whenever you wanted, wherever you wanted,” she said. “You could take this huge cock and just use me like a sex toy.”

Holy fuck.

“H-how would that help me fix my bad behavior?” I asked her.

She smirked at me.

“Well that’s simple. Young guys like you don’t get the instruction you needed from your parents and so you go through life without the moral compass needed to make wise and moral decisions. That’s where I come in, Jason. I could give you the guidance that you were never given as a child. But my advice comes in a much different package and I think it might just be what you need to turn your life around.”

I blinked. Even knowing what I’d put into her head, it was still astounding to hear her say it out loud. I grinned. Apparently I had my very own superheroine who’d fulfill my every sexual need. The best part was she wasn’t even really aware of the immorality of what she was doing; betraying her fiancé so easily and callously with a younger man she’d only just met. She wanted it, too. Wanted me. I couldn’t wait to see how progressively she became more enamored with me at the expense of her feelings for Oliver.

“So… should we like move in together?” I asked.

“Jason, that sounds like a wonderful idea!” Dinah grinned. “That way I can, uh… mentor you deeply whenever I’m home. The only obstacles to that I can see are that you’re currently going to school and that Oliver might not approve of us moving in together, no matter how much I might want it.”

Neither of those were really obstacles when you factored in my mesmeric abilities. I could very easily hypnotize my professors and some of their bosses at school and have them excuse me from any and all work and attendance while giving me straight A’s across the board. Oliver might be even easier to deal with considering I’ve essentially brainwashed his fiancé and she could open up avenues for me to put him in a trance. Access to a billionaire’s funds would be so, so nice. The only downside I could see was that I wouldn’t actually be going to college anymore, and after I’d been so proud of earning my first paycheck was that something I really wanted?

Dinah propped her head up with her arm, granting me a view of generous bust.

Uh… maybe I was meant for things other than college.

“So Dinah, what do you know about your friends in the Birds of Prey? Who are they? Tell me about their personal lives."

Dinah’s face slackened slightly.

“Of course, Jason. Anything you want.”

I smirked at her. So fucking hot.

Dinah’s blue eyes regained their usual liveliness as she told me everything important that there was to know about her crime-fighting colleagues. Apparently Huntress was none other than Helena Bertinelli, of the very same Bertinelli crime family. Batgirl’s backstory was a little more intriguing, surprisingly.

“Let me get this straight. Batgirl is really Barbara Gordon, adopted daughter of Gotham Police Commissioner Jim Gordon and got into crime fighting because Batman, who happens to be Bruce Fucking Wayne, saw a bit of himself in her because she lost her parents?”

Dinah quirked an eyebrow at me.

“A little oversimplified, but yes. Barbara viewed Bruce as her mentor. A father figure if you will. And like a child who leaves home when she grows up, Barbara left Bruce to do her own thing,” she said. “It’s actually a little sad that they never got together. Mentors and students fucking is just such a turn-on for me.” She gave me a lewd grin.

“So you could introduce me to them?”

“I don’t see why not,” she said. “They’re going to find out about me mentoring you sooner or later as we might as well get that out of the way.”

I grinned as a feeling of immense anticipation coursed through my veins. Just imagining Black Canary, Batgirl, and Huntress being brainwashed to service my every whim was more than enough to make my cock rock-hard despite the danger Batgirl’s involvement with Batman could pose to me. I’d really have to look into neutralizing him as a threat before getting too comfortable with acquiring new women. Maybe the three of them could help me. Now, wasn’t that an interesting idea?

Dinah tightened her grip around my dick and bit her lip.

“You pervert! You just want to check them out,” she glared at me, but it had no heat to it. Instead she seemed amused by the idea of it.

“Guilty as charged,” I said. “I actually have this fantasy of the three of you becoming my harem girls and doting on my every whim, even introducing me to other superheroines for me to fuck. You think Power Girl would like me?”

I couldn’t help but imagine the possibility of that gorgeous busty heroine submitting to me. She always seemed like she had a real attitude problem in the interviews she gave, though that might be because the male cameramen tended to zoom in on her legendary boob window for the duration of the interviews. Watching those legendary tits jiggle and sway as she shifted in her conversations had become a favorite source of my spankbank. However, it all only raised more questions for me because if Power Girl didn’t like how men ogled her tits, why didn’t she just close the peephole? Did she secretly like the attention? I found myself wanting to find out.

“Power Girl hates people who stare at her chest, and knowing you you’ll probably do that, so no,” Dinah said. She smirked at me. “Say, I think your disgusting fantasies might be grounds for some more punishment.”

She maneuvered herself until she was knelt between my legs. She nuzzled my hard cock with her face.

“Trust me, this is going to hurt you a lot more than it hurts me,” Dinah said. She wrapped her lips around my cock. Her hot, wet tongue flicked against the head before bathing the rest of it, cleaning it of the leftover residue from our earlier fucking session.

I trailed a hand through Dinah’s perfect blonde hair, relishing in the soft texture of it before grabbing the back of her head and forcing the woman downward until my cock went past the back of her throat and she gagged reflexively. Wet spittle leaked out of her mouth and down to my groin. I wondered if I should hypnotize her to ignore her gag reflex altogether or just leave it as it was. Watching Dinah gag on my cock was more than a little arousing.

I decided against doing anything for now and merely enjoyed myself as the hot superheroine choked so willingly on my cock. All the while, images of Batgirl, Huntress, and even Power Girl joining Black Canary in her servitude to me shined against my thoughts like a lighthouse in the distance.

It was an allure I couldn’t ignore.