Her mouth seems ripe for a checkup

Sure, tits were fun, but I felt the need to do more. Not because I still had any doubts about my position (those had disappeared when a nearby Galilean had begun passively watching while sipping her coffee), but because my pants had begun to construct around my crotch.

Stepping back, I hear the Martian girl moan slightly, before turning to look at me, expression a mixture of lust and obedience.

“O-oh, is that all? Sorry, I’ll try better next time, it’s just-“

I cut her off by sticking a finger in her mouth, before pulling down my jeans. No-one else in the shop bats an eyelid at my dick springing free, apart from a human girl in the corner who briefly stares before returning to her phone. I then proceed to gently nudge her off her chair, before sitting down in it as she bites her lip. She is obviously impressed by my dick, as well as slightly nervous.

Pulling her forward by her bright red hair, I hold up her arms, before dispensing of her bra entirely. She shivers slightly as I fully take it off, and I can see her nipples perking up as I shove the top into my pocket for later “use”. Then I have her face towards me, before kneeling down until her face is right in front of my chest.

Coughing slightly, I point briefly at my dick. Her cheeks flush a deep blue, thanks to the blue blood bought on from a Martian fungus diet (how had they transferred all this info to me? A puzzle for another time.) she then leaned down, and hesitantly began to pump at my dick with a six fingered hand.

Her fingers were long and spindly, as well as being almost uncomfortably warm. Her body temperature in general was very high, and I could feel the heat of her breath on my dick as she stroked back and forth while looking at it with eyes that wouldn’t be out of place in a men’s perfume ad.

While this was all well and good for a prelude, I had gotten handjobs before, most of them self administered. There was a reason I had bought her face down to that level, and it was about time that I showed her why. Grabbing the back of her head, she had time for a brief squawk of surprise before I slammed her mouth down over my dick, and felt her throat spasm around it.

Briefly shaken, she forged ahead regardless, hands moving to play with her tits as I guided her head up and down my shaft. If her hands had been hot, her mouth was a furnace, vibrating my shaft with the sheer **** of her scorching breath. It was intense, but pleasant, like a shower which was just a little too hot.

As I continued to push her down, I looked around, and saw that nobody had even apparently noticed the debauchery going on in the store. Querying my new mental database, I found that my face had been added to a psychic network... which apparently spread around he entire planet... and was controlled by the Earth Trust Group.

Yeah... that wasn’t paranoia inducing at all.

Still, the system was on my side for once, and it meant that anyone I wasn’t directly interacting with felt nothing but apathy towards my actions. Still, there might be some aliens who were resistant to the field, but in the event of trouble I could count on my fellow brainwashed Terrans to lend a hand.

This slightly disturbing line of thought was cut short by a more pressing concern: the heat I could feel surrounding my dick had also begun to spread inside it, and I could feel that soon I would have to let loose. The question was, with the entire world at my disposal, where should I do so?