Some Random Fun you've Set Up

The next day, the expansive house is empty, everybody at work for the most part.

You finally get around to setting up your Xbox and spend a couple of hours playing Destiny online. As you battle aliens and your fellow players you idly toy with your power over your cock, making it go hard and soft repeatedly with mere thoughts. You can't really tell which one you prefer, having the epic erection jutting out in front of you or feeling the pleasant weight of it dangling flaccid between your legs. You also experiment with using your power on the gamers through your headset, having them not fire on your character or even turn on their own teammates. You do this only for a few minutes before the novelty wears off and you play without using your power for the rest of the time.

Eventually, the doorbell rings and you smile, remembering that you had Jenna set you guys up on Airbnb a few days ago. She'd screened the potential guests by using face book to ensure a fun experience for you.

You throw on a robe and open the door to find the young couple who were in town for some sort of convention. They are a married couple from Atlanta. Monica is short with a tight upper body and wide hips and strong toned looking legs. She is real pretty and her mocha skin is particularly arresting especially with her hazel eyes and kinky blonde hair. Jason is a couple of inches taller than you are with a broad shouldered muscular build. He's handsome a friendly smile on his face already, his head shaved close and his skin is quite a bit darker than his wife's.

You smile and greet them, “Ah. You must be Monica and Jason! Come on in!” As they do so, you tell them your name.

Monica has a nice smile for you, "Well Hi. Its nice to meet you and thank you so much for letting us stay with you."

"Oh hey. No problem. Uh-", You feel a bit awkward meeting new people in this sort of situation even knowing your power is there to smooth everything over. You are at a bit of a loss as you know what you want to do but there is a bit of trepidation about taking that first step.

Jason is quiet but Monica easily initiates some small talk to fill the gap. They seem pretty easy-going and relaxed, though you do get the impression that they're a little put off that you are clearly only wearing the robe. Eventually you tell Monica to let you carry her bags and lead them up to one of the several spare rooms this place has. It came fully furnished, so it all works out.

When you sit down on the bed, the couple exchange looks and Jason starts, “Uh.... hey, look, ma- John. You mind giving us some space to settle in?”

Despite yourself you get to your feet saying, "Sure. Sure. Sorry about that." You're half way to the doorway when you catch yourself and turn back to them, "Just one thing though. Give me your complete attention. You like me, very deeply. Even though you don’t know me well, you like and respect me based on my reputation and the way I treat you. If I ever ask a favor, no matter how large, you will be happy to grant it. Finally, your stay here is going to be great. Despite anything you see, hear, or happen to do while you’re here, you will remain calm. There is no anger towards me or anyone who lives here. I may ask some personal questions, but you won’t be at all upset. How's that all sound?"

Jason is the first to speak and his whole manner is much less reserved, "Sounds great, man! Shit. Sit back down if you want. You don't need to go- I mean this is your house, right?"

Monica smoothly steps up to you and touches your arm, "Yea, please stay. Let's just hang and get to know each other a bit."

You agree and sit back down on the bed, casually instructing them both to take off their shoes and socks, "-and do me a favor and never wear shoes and socks when you're inside the house."

They gamely agree and the three of you talk for a bit.

"So… what do you guys do?"

"Oh we’re both engineers. " replies Jason.

Monica adds, "Jason’s electrical and I’m nuclear."

Your impressed, "Wow! A nuclear engineer, that’s really cool."

Monica twists her lips and makes a throwing away gesture with one hand, "Eh. It’s not as exciting as it sounds. Mostly just limits where I can work as opposed to him being able to pretty much anywhere."

"But I imagine the pay is pretty good though." you tell her.

She shrugs, "It’s alright. But it looks like you do pretty well for yourself. This place is really nice. What do you do, John?"

"Oh. An office job. Pretty boring."

You talk for a few minutes more but before you can get to anything really interesting, the phone rings and you excuse yourself to take care of it.

Its Miranda and what she has to tell you is pretty engrossing. She's got particularly pushy suitor and wants to do something special. You tell her about Monica and Jason and she agrees that having a little party tonight involving her asshole and them sounds perfect. She's especially interested in your description of Jason, saying its been too long since she's had a nice big black cock. You laugh and tell her you hope he measures up and she says she's not worried about it with you, her hung stud waiting in the wings.

Eventually you get off the phone with her and you wander over to the foyer just as Monica is coming down the stairs, clearly on her way out the door, perhaps to get something left in the car.

You come over and smile at her, "Hey Monica, you’ve got such a lovely back half here. You mind if I just go to town on it for a few moments here?

She stops, a bit surprised before she shrugs,“Oh! Well, thank you for the compliment, John!" She half turns and offers her full buttocks, "And yes please squeeze those glutes all you want. I can barely keep Jason’s hands off’em at home so I’m pretty used to it.”

"Thanks." You feel a thrill of arousal and power at her easy acceptance and you reach out to grab her ass, squeezing enthusiastically. She's got some real meat back here, full but firm.

“My hands on your body feel really good. It’s a pretty sexual sensation and it’s distinctly different from your husband’s familiar touch.” She was standing a bit stiffly but now her whole body seems to shrink and she sort of sits into your hands as a soft sigh escapes her lips.

You rub for a full minute, thoroughly going to town on her ass. You squeeze and pinch her cheeks, rolling them in your hands. Monica's breath picks up and she has to brace herself on the front door with one hand even as she starts to rock her ass into your grip. You've got a huge hard on and its guiding your actions to the point that one of your hand slips between her legs to firmly press at her pussy through her pants.

Between pants, she says, "Ah..god, John. Shit...oh.."

"Feel nice?" you smugly ask as she humps your fingers and squeezes them with her thighs.

"Ah! Oh! Uh... you could say that- ah- wow."

Jason's voice comes from behind you,“Um. Hey. What’s going on here, you too?” He doesn't sound too bothered, just confused.

Monica cranes back her head, her mocha cheeks flushed, “Hey babe, turns out John’s a bit of an ass-man too and couldn’t resist.”

You step to the side so that he can see and firmly slap her ass and grab it, "Yea, one hell of an ass your wife here has man."

He stares at your hands, particularly the one sawing between her legs. Slowly he smiles, "Uh yea, she sure does that. I can't keep my hands off it myself."

You nod and then focus on Monica again, doing your best to draw out some sweet sounds for her husband. She gives you what you want.

Eventually your erection makes a decision for you, “Hey. I don't know what your guys' plans are. But… Monica? Would you mind terribly giving me a blowjob?”

Her eyes widen comically, “Oh! Uh… Well…” Now it was clear she is thinking about it and is open to the idea, but she looks to her husband who isn’t the least bit outraged by your request and her face firms and she smiles, “I don’t see why not. Did you want to…here or-“

You smile back and wave your hand towards the stairs, “Let’s go to my room.” You slap Jason’s back, “You cool, buddy?”

“Uh…. Yea, of course.”

“Cool. Feel free to watch the tv. I’ll try to be quick.”

He nods with impassively, “Thanks.” Then he breaks out a grin and jokes, “Well, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, John.”

You turn and follow Monica up the stairs, helping yourself to a squeeze of that fine ass as she goes causing her to giggle and mock swat at your hand. In your room, you move to the bed and sit down. She’s at the entrance to the room, obviously a little hesitant about this even though she’s generally agreeable thanks to your power. She approaches, looking around and commenting, “Nice set up you’ve got in here.”

You tell her thanks as she slowly squats down before you a bit nervously.

Without preamble, you part your robe and push your briefs down and your erection rises up to swing and sway in the air, jutting out of your lap.

“Oh! Well… Good for you.” Impressed, she bobs her head as she sits back on her heels, not quite prepared for the bounty you’ve shown her. She bites her lower lip and sucks at her teeth before looking around the room as if there was somebody else ready to step up to the plate. With a frank expression, she tips her head forward and declares, “Seriously. Damn. I thought white boys were supposed to be small, John.”

You grin and thrust your hips out a little, extending your prick in her direction a bit, “Oh? I thought you’d be used to big dicks like this?”

Her brows twist and she smiles sideways, “What? Oh, you think all black guys are hung like THIS? You’re crazy.”

“How big is Jason?”

Thanks to your command to answer personal questions, she doesn’t hesitate and for the first time reaches out to grasp your prick around the root with one hand while the other points to a spot around six inches from your base, “Like this long.”

Oooh. Miranda was going to be disappointed...

You feel pretty smug about that and continuing your penchant for such things you ask Monia, “Is that big enough for you?”

“I mean yea. I’ve had a boyfriend or two that were a bit bigger. It’s been good. I’ve never experienced anything nearly this big. Honestly, I’m scared of this monster. Lucky for me, I’m just sucking it right? Kind of feel for your girl…” She suddenly seems embarrassed by her admissions and she decides to cut off any further talk by parting her full lips and engulfing your shaft. The first five inches are fairly easy going, but then your head presses against the back of her throat. You feel and hear her gag a bit, then she does her best to suppress it as she attempts to take you in further.

It wasn’t the same as Cassie’s oral supremacy or Miranda’s enthusiastic skill, but it was still oral sex from a beautiful woman, a perfect stranger, someone else’s wife, and that made it incredibly exciting as well as being still quite pleasurable.

She makes it in another two inches or so, but with a still significant even wider part still to go, she finally gives up and releases you. “Damn.” She softly says as she stares at it. She tilts her head and quirks her mouth at you, “Are you a porn-star?”

You grin, “I’ve thought about that option.”

She smirks, “I’d watch that.”

Monica goes back to sucking, her pursed lips bobbing back and forth on just the head while one of her hands strokes the shaft. The smacking sound of her lips around the ridge of your glans is delightful and you particularly enjoy the way she stares at you with those big hazel eyes. You get that she’s looking for a nice reaction to her efforts and you groan and close your eyes for her. She pulls back to smile, “Like that, do you?”

“It feels really good. Do you like to suck cock?”

She shrugs, “It’s not my favorite, but I do like making my man feel good. Uh. I really don’t like the taste of cum, though…so…”

“Oh. Don’t worry. My semen is going to taste so good, you’ll want more.” You say and because you’re trying not to come off as an asshole, you also tell her to forget you said that. “No worries. Hey. Do me a favor and tell me your hottest sexual fantasy while you jerk me off.”

Her eyebrows rise with surprise but she’s game, “Okay….huh…um…. alright. This is embarrassing but because it’s you, John, I don’t mind. You know- I really like you- like, it’s crazy how we’re hitting it off and it’s only been like an hour since we met. I mean, seriously. I’m giving you a blowjob, I don’t do that for just anyone, you know.”

“I really like you too, Monica.”

Still stroking your cock with one hand she sassily raises the other with her wedding ring, “Don’t go falling in love with me now! Jason got here first. Now. Hottest sex fantasy, right. Okay. Don’t judge. Totally daddy. “ Just saying that much makes her blush and look to the side, “Jeeze. Okay, like not my own dad. Like some other person. I’m a different girl with a different daddy. I don’t want to do my own, dad. Okay?”

“Got it.” You reply with a smile and reach out to run your hand down her upper arm.

She gasps a bit in response as she feels the pleasure you instructed her to at your touch, “Oh. Ohh. Um. Okay, like he sneaks into my room. And he’s apologizing but he just can’t resist. I’m too hot. I’m always dressing too skanky…. Turning him on, getting him hard. He left mom to come be with me and he’s touching me. And I’m telling him to stop but I don’t mean it. I’m begging him, telling him it’s wrong and what about mom? He talks about how me and my slutty friends tease him, dancing around in little bikinis in front of him. I deny it but it’s totally true. Shit… that feels good.” You are leaning forward, sliding your hand under her shirt to stroke her side, one of your fingers slipping under the waistband of her skirt.

“In your fantasy, your daddy has a cock exactly like mine.” You tell her, really enjoying the idea of having control over her deepest sexual fantasies.

You can see the difference as her eyes widen just fractionally as they fall on upon your towering shaft. She licks her lips, “Fu-uuck.” She sighs, “How’d you know?” She stops and pulls back her hands to bring her fist up to her mouth and partially bite it. “God, John. You’re tempting me so bad.” She closes her eyes and groans with frustration, “Urgh… can I- can I finish your blowjob later – I-“

You finish her sentence, “You want me to fuck you right now.”

She opens her eyes, nodding and sighing, “Yes…oh god. Yes.”

“That’s ‘yes, daddy’, young lady.”

She bites her lower lip and her eyes blaze into yours, “Oh fuck… you get me so hot, John.” She’s silent for a moment, “Bu-ut….I can’t. If I wasn’t married…” she sucks in a breath through her teeth, “Oooh, I’d have jumped your bones five minutes ago but I-

You grab her hands and hold them in yours, “Monica, do me the favor of letting me give you that fucking you want so bad, right now with Jason downstairs.”

She places her face right next to your cock that she’s holding with both hands and smiles prettily, “Well, if you’re going to put it like that… I guess I can’t resist….daddy.”

Then Monica pulls it down and back so that she can slowly suck the head into her mouth again, her eyes practically smoldering into you. The wet sounds of her sucking fill the room for a few moments before she pops off it and matter of factly says, “You have something to wrap this rascal with?”

Well, with the power of your words you don’t exactly have to accept such limitations but you did have Jenna purchase you a box of magnums so…. “There’s some appropriately sized condoms in the nightstand.”

She laughs and stands up to retrieve them, “You think I forgot you have a huge dick, John?”

Monica opens the drawer and holds up the box in disbelief, “You think you got enough?”

You smile back, “Hey. I have a lot of sex.”

“I’ll bet you do.” She replies as she tosses the condom she’s fished out of the box onto the bed beside your leg. Her hands go to the waist of her short black skirt and undo the clasp. She wiggles her curvaceous hips enticingly as she pulls the tight fabric over them, then lets the skirt drop to the floor, leaving only a brief black thong covering her mound. Hooking her thumbs under the thong’s waistband, she lowers it to her knees and then lets it drop to the floor to join her skirt.

As she stands back up, she reveals herself to be completely shaven, her lips and hood a dark mocha against the creamed coffee of the rest of her skin.

She unbuttons her blouse and tosses it off her shoulders, revealing a lovely pair of tits. They were small, flattening a bit as she releases them from her black bra. They still had a nice shape and her dark, half-dollar-sized areolas and large oversized pencil-eraser nipples were quite appealing.

“Wow.” You complement her body and she smiles lopsidedly, “Thanks.

Then she grabs up the condom and kneels in front of you. She opens it up and puts it on you, taking her time rolling it down your shaft, still smirking. She rolls her eyes at the lengthy trip the rubber has to go.

“So… how do you-“ you start to ask but she quickly moves past you, getting on the bed and lounging back among the pillows and she finishes your question as her fingers make circles across her glistening folds, “-now. I want you to fuck me now, daddy.” She smiles prettily as she spread her legs wide, her knees bent, opening herself up.

You join her on the bed, kneeling between legs, “Would you like any…preparation?”

“Oh no, daddy. I’m so wet and ready for you. Stick it in and let’s get to fuckin.” She bit her lower lip and plunged two fingers into herself, her eyelids fluttering.

You position yourself between her widespread legs and put your cock at her entrance, becoming momentarily distracted by the stark contrast between the dark brown of her outer lips and the bright pink inside. Then you push gently forward until the head pops through her tight opening. She gasps.

You pause for a moment to allow her to get used to your presence, then you begin thrusting shallowly to loosen her tightness. Every few thrusts you go a little deeper. You tell her, “The best sex of your life in terms of excitement, physical pleasure, and satisfaction on a scale of 1-10 is a 4. This sex, when I fuck you, is a 10.”

Her closed eyes open wide and she lets out a small moan as your words take effect, “Y-ah—yes, daddy!”

At about half of your length inside, her hips start to buck back at you strongly, and she is breathing hard, repeating “Yes” lightly under her breath, urging you on. With two inches to go, you are getting to the long, strong strokes that Monica is clearly enjoying a lot. You hit an obstruction, that your recent overabundance of sex has taught you is her cervix and you tell her, “Feel that? My cock just reached the entrance to your womb and it has set off a sensation inside you’ve never before experienced. Your womb wants a baby. My baby. You have a strong desire to be impregnated by my cock, a feeling you can resist but it won’t go away until it is satisfied. Forget I said this.”

You angle your thrusts up to rub over her cervix rather than against it and Monica lets out a deep moan as you put another inch into her. Now you start to thrust a bit harder to get the last inch and after about a dozen strokes you are thrusting in to the hilt. You are rewarded with a panted, “Uhhhhh….shit…that’s deep…. So good….Ohmygod…it’s never been-

You grin feeling déjà vu of your first time with Cassie, “It’s never been this good with your husband.”

She shakes her head, your deep relentless strokes keeping her from even bothering to put up a front, “N-ugh---not even close…uuhh…”

You thrust for a few moments longer and then you pause while buried to the hilt. You hook one arm under the knee of one long leg, and bring it to rest the calf on your shoulder. You do it with the other and find that now you have even more to work with. You have size queen Miranda’s very pleasurable tutelage to thank for this one. You slowly push in that last inch and Monica’s eyes widen and she moans even louder than before. You lean forward and tell her, “You are so erogenous this deep, Monica. It’s never been this good because no one can reach this deep but me. You NEED it this deep.”

She moans, “OOOh, Daddy… you’re so-oooh…right…ugh…I NEED my daddy’s big white cock…”

You feel a pulse at that descriptor. You hadn’t meant to add a racial component to her fantasies but it turns you on nonetheless. You increase the speed of your strokes, your pendulous balls starting to really slap her ass, and you are rewarded with guttural grunts from Monica each time you hit bottom. “You’re going to cum from this, the feeling slowly building over the next five minutes.”

Very quickly Monica begins to urge you to go faster but you refuse, going nice and slow, controlling the pace of the fuck until about five thrust-filled minutes later she has an intense orgasm as her tight tunnel rhythmically contracts even further around your cock. If not for your own control, you were sure that would have been enough to squeeze the cum from you.

You slow to a very gentle stroke as the aftershocks fade.

“You ready for some more?” you ask.

“M-more? You aren’t finished too?”

You quirk up an eyebrow, “Is that a soft dick in your pussy?”

She whimpers as you do a hard little thrust.

Monica then groans in mock dismay, “Oooh… then I think I need to be on top for a while.”

An hour later, you return a rather disheveled and exhausted Monica to her husband.