Chapter 2 - Cat-Scratch Fever (anal, irrumatio, nasty cum)

            Author’s Note: This one isn’t a commission, so I’m mostly just writing it for me (and all of you, of course). That means I get to experiment with new styles and kinks a little bit, which is nice. Hope you enjoy it.
            I know I said in the description we probably wouldn’t be seeing any big names for a few chapters, but then I was reading through some of the Catwoman comics from a year or two ago and found the name of a hotel she used to lie low for a couple of weeks, and since Alex and Syx needed a place to crash for the night… I figured it would be neat for the three of them to meet up. Which is how Alex ends up fucking her in the ass.
            The back half of the chapter is a little dirtier than the stuff I’m usually into (read here: fucking disgusting to most) but I thought I’d try and see a style more similar to the inimitable Tastatura. Which led to me adopting some of his subject matter, which isn’t bad if you’re in the mood for it.
 


Tl;dr: The first half is relaxed anal with Catwoman, and the second half is intense irrumatio and what I can only describe to a less depraved person as “semen of a nauseating consistency.”




 
I woke up feeling… sticky. 

Sticky amidst luxurious sheets in a bed larger than most panel vans, with a woman that could give Aphrodite a run for her money in the looks department, isn’t a bad way to wake up, though. Syx was stretched out beside me entirely naked, dried cum splattered across her face, chest, ass… well, most of her, really. On her side, her massive breasts pressed together around one arm in a way that had to be cutting off her circulation from the sheer weight of all that titflesh; it would probably have looked kind of funny if it wasn’t so fucking hot. As my cock began to throb languidly to life, I briefly considered moving around the bed so I could slide into her from behind, but more important (though only slightly) matters prevailed. Namely a full bladder and demanding stomach.

The Hotel Belle Monico is a high-rise hotel smack in the center of Gotham City, and my place of residence for the foreseeable future. I’d briefly considered marching my way over to Wayne Manor and demanding to sleep in Bruce Wayne’s bed, but… ugh, what I drive that would’ve been. Seriously, downtown Gotham is like, an hour and a half away from the outskirts of Gotham. Let the rich boy keep his room, it’s not like he has anything else going on.

And besides, this penthouse was… impressive wouldn’t fit the bill. Well-appointed? Palatial, maybe. To my understanding, most hotels like this have two or three penthouse suites, but the Belle Monico had one massive residence that sprawled over the top of the building complete with three bedrooms, three and a half bathrooms,  two living rooms, a study, a full kitchen and range… the list goes on. There’s a pool on the fucking balcony. I played Call of Duty in virtual reality for half an hour while Syx blew me. It was paradise.

And the service was pretty excellent as well. They offered a full menu of weird, likely-French cuisine, but I wasn’t really interested in that. They did, however, have an omelet buffet service that they would bring and serve in the damn room for you. I ordered up and told them to charge it to whoever actually owned the pent house. She tried to tell me their names, but they sounded Brazilian or something, and if there are millionaires in Brazil while most of the country is failing, they probably deserve to pay for my breakfast anyway.

The master bathroom had a waterfall shower and a garden tub with French doors that opened to the balcony. I resolved to fuck somebody, likely Syx, in both, and relieved myself in an entirely separate room with the toilet, which I’m given to understand is called a “water closet”. It was while I screwed around with the panel on the wall that apparently controlled heating panels in the floor (seriously, fucking rich people) that I heard the sliding doors of the balcony open in the main living room.

“Morning, Syx, I ordered omelet—”

The woman wearing a skintight cat suit that fit her curves like, well, a second skin, and carrying a crate full of mewling cats, was definitely not Syx. Although, the lithe figure and ass you could bounce a quarter off of could probably have been hers. Those tits, though, while pretty large for such an athletic woman, weren’t nearly as big as Syx’s.

“Alright, so I’m going to walk out while you stare at my tits, perv,” she intoned drily, turning back toward the sliding door and breaking me from my reverie. 

She had a point. I know she was the one that broke in, but I was playing a terrible host. As she turned, I couldn’t help but glance at that ass again, it was truly something to behold. Even in that ridiculously tight costume, every fluid step caused it to bounce and wobble a little, framed by gorgeously thick thigs and crowned by what I assume was a utility belt of some kind, complete with little pouches on one side and a coiled black bullwhip on the other.

“You’re Catwoman, aren’t you?” I asked as recognition dawned on me. She didn’t show up in the papers much; supposedly she was just as sneaky as Batman himself, but there were enough descriptions going around that I’d put it together. This could be another interesting person to use my new powers on. “I always wondered what people like you did during the day. Not many masks that go out in the sun in this city, except for maybe that kid in the yellow armor. Why don’t you stick around for a little while?”

The woman hopped up onto the railing of the balcony, four-inch length of solid stone. Perched there in a crouch, her figure was incredible. The general word was that she was some kind of cat burglar that stole jewels from all over the world, though she’d also been known to stand alongside the Bat when things got out of hand in the city. If she was fitting those curves through windows or ventilation shafts, she probably deserved to get away with whatever she stole.

“Fine, but only because I’m tired, and my babies need to eat,” Catwoman replied, twisting lithely off the rail and slinking back into the living room. “You mentioned omelets?”



 
 
A half hour later, she and I were sitting opposite Syx at a table carried in by the Belle Monico’s attendants. They’d offered to serve us while we ate, but with Catwoman hiding in one of the bedrooms, I figured it would be best to dismiss them. The food was pretty excellent, though. They had a machine similar to a waffle maker to which you added the beaten egg and toppings, so making the omelets was so easy a child could’ve done it. We each ate two, and Catwoman gave sausage and eggs and the like to “her babies” while I finished a third. Syx explained quietly that my newly-improved anatomy required a powerful metabolism, so I’d have to get used to eating a ton of food.

“So, uh… Catwoman,” I said awkwardly, making my way into the living room with a glass of orange juice. I’d introduced myself and Syx, but she hadn’t given anything in the way of a pseudonym. “Or is there something else you’d rather I called you?”

“That’s fine, I guess,” she replied distantly, scratching under the chin of a little tabby cat while it nuzzled against her. “I don’t plan on being here long anyway. Once the sun starts to go down, I’ll get out of your hair.”

“No rush,” I offered, flopping down onto a plush sectional and drinking from my glass. “Me penthouse es su penthouse, or whatever.”

She snorted. “The Spanish word for penthouse is ‘atico’.”

“Well, you get the point,” I said, preparing myself. I knew for a fact that the power Syx had given me was working, since I’d used it to get her to stay earlier, but using it on a woman who made her living doing dangerous stuff to get in her pants still got my heart thumping. This wasn’t a teenager that bussed tables at a bar, this was a woman who jumped from rooftops and stole famous diamonds and could hold her own in a fight against the freaking Batman.

“Stop staring,” she said without looking up, still watching the cats work their way through a plate of sausage and eggs. “I’m glad you don’t mind my staying here, but that doesn’t mean you get to look at my ass all day.”

That did it. If she thought getting checked out was bad…

“I’m just impressed by the suit,” I replied, gesturing to her costume, complete with ears on her cowl and what looked like retractable metal claws on her fingertips. “I’ve only ever seen grainy photos of you on the internet. Why don’t you take it off and let me have a look at it?”

She stood with an exaggerated sigh, like I was asking her to do something that required significant effort, but off came her boots and gloves. She tossed them on a nearby chair and began slowly working her way out of her suit, turning to me as she did it. A zipper ran from her throat all the way down her throat, and as she pulled it, my mood improved dramatically. I’d suspected from the lack of lines in her suit that she hadn’t been wearing underwear, but every new inch of pale flesh exposed by the traveling zipper confirmed it, soon treating me to the smooth inner cleavage of her full, plump breasts. The zip went all the way down to her crotch, eventually uncovering a well-groomed patch of black hair and the pale pink hood of her clitoris.

I was rock hard by this point, my cock throbbing to life under my overly-plush Belle Monico bath robe. I made no effort to hide it, though, instead letting it slowly nudge aside the inner hem until it broke free of the fabric and towered proudly over my lap, nine inches of solid fuck meat that twitched languidly in the gray light of the Gotham morning. When she saw it, I noticed one eyebrow lift ever so slightly, but from then on she did her damnedest not to look at it. I kind of liked her haughty attitude, though. It was a marked difference from Syx, who had literally thrown herself on my cock when we’d gotten into bed last night.

The suit, it turned out, really was tight. Catwoman had to shimmy a little to get either arm out of its sleeve, and that set her breasts to wobbling in a way that could’ve made a blind man stare, her bouncy titflesh jiggling back and forth. Every movement of those beautiful jugs must’ve rubbed the material against her nipples too, because they went from soft and pink to rosy and stiff before she could break her shoulders free, pushing the costume to her waist. After that it was just the task of forcing the suit down over her wide, baby-bearing hips and down her plush thighs. Eventually, she kicked it off her slender ankles and brought it over to me, though she kept her mask on. I could hardly begrudge her keeping her identity to herself.

“It’s made out of a polymerized carbon-fiber, woven in a lattice structure so it can stretch when I need it to,” she said, dropping her costume in my lap before stretching out on the section of sofa to my right, much like her namesake animal. “It’s not bullet-proof or anything, but it can take most blades without fraying or cutting. It probably smells, I haven’t bathed in a while. It’s been a rough couple of days.”

The suit was cool, but I’d be a fool to be looking at it with so much beautiful woman naked in front of me. The light touched her skin in a way that made her glow in even the gloomy morning light, looking for all the world like the avatar of some forgotten goddess of love. She was absolutely stunning, and my cock was absolutely rigid for looking at her.

“I was just about to hop in the tub, if you want to join me,” I told her, rising to my feet and letting my bath robe fall from my shoulders. She eyed my body up and down once, her gaze lingering on my stiff rod for a moment. “It’s a big bath tub, I’m sure we could both fit. Save the Garden State a little water.”

Catwoman’s slender brows rose, a smug smile playing across her full lips. “Well, if we’re doing it to save the planet…”

I grinned, then leaned through the doorway into the kitchen to find Syx. She was sitting on a chair backward, leaning over the back of it and playing on a tablet she’d found somewhere. Or pulled out of thin air, maybe. Either way, she looked to be playing some kind of game on it. “We’re going to take a bath, care to join us?”

“No, you two go ahead,” she said, biting her lip in consternation. “I have pigs to crush, and I’m sure you’ll wreck my pussy plenty later on.”

I snorted, shaking my head as she mixed silly with salacious. She was right, though. I’d take her in a heart beat any time of day. Catwoman was a bombshell in her own right, no doubt about it, but Syx was on another level. If Catwoman was the avatar of a lust goddess, Syx was the goddess herself in all of her heavenly glory, the manifestation of impossible fantasy in bare reality. 

“Thank you, by the way,” I added lightly, catching her clear blue eyes from where I stood. “I won’t ever be able to thank you enough for the gifts you’ve given me. I think this is everything I ever wanted out of life.”

She grinned, an expression of warmth and amusement that spread across her face slowly, but entirely. “Don’t mention it.”

I rapped on the doorjamb twice, then headed back into the living room. Catwoman’s costume was scattered on the couch, gloves on one end and boots on the other where she’d left them. Her whip had been discarded as well, a big squishy-faced cat toying with the end of it, and beside it was her cowl. I raised my eyebrows, uncertain of myself. Did I really want to know who Catwoman was? What if she was somebody I recognized? But no, that couldn’t be. I’d have taken stock of a body like that.

Stroking my cock slowly, keeping myself primed for whatever awaited, I strode through the master bedroom toward the bathroom door. As I opened it, a cloud of steam wafted out to greet me, sticking to my skin as I entered. Catwoman sat on the rim of the tub, warm water rushing into the basin from the tap, ass practically enveloping the porcelain rim. I followed the graceful line of spine up her slender waist to her upper torso, where I could see the gentle swell of her breasts on either side of her. Her back was powerful, but not necessarily muscular, framed by strong shoulders and an elegant, swan-like neck. Her head was topped with jet black hair in a pixie cut, somehow tousled despite having worn her cowl only minutes before.

“You’re just in time,” she purred, turning to one side to greet me. “The bath is almost drawn.”
Her face was faerie-like, the angles of it sharp and angelic from high cheek bones to plush lips and button nose. I’d already been able to see most of her mouth, but the frame of her face gave it new context as she looked at me, her expression smug and sultry. Her eyes were a deep emerald green that sparkled in the light that came in through the French doors. She was every bit the cat, eyeing a particularly willful mouse. I knew I was technically in control of the situation, but as I moved toward her, her green eyes roaming my body, I felt ready to give in to her wild nature.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured without thinking, looking her over.

“I know,” she replied cheekily, reaching over to turn off the water. It wasn’t quit to the brim, but I imagine that was best, considering both of us were planning on getting into it. We’d definitely fit, though; the tub was massive, situated up against the two big French doors, which opened out onto the massive balcony. On the other side of the doors was the edge of the pool.

“Come on, the water’s cooling,” Catwoman purred. She looked heavenly on the edge of the tub, long legs half in the water, nipples stiff. I couldn’t have turned her down even if I’d wanted to.

Moving toward her across the warm tile of the floor (she must’ve gotten the heated floor working), I climbed carefully into the curved edge of the tub, my rigid erection brushing against the smooth skin of her arm and leaving a trail of glistening precum. The water was almost scalding hot, which was how I preferred it, and I slid in with a sigh. She followed suit carefully, making a little show of standing, her back arched, giving me a perfect view of her tight little twat and perfect asshole, framed by her luxurious thighs and the smooth curve of her pillowy ass, before lowering herself into the water.

There was more than enough room in that tub for her to sit on the other side without touching me, but instead she placed herself just in front of me. Then she slowly slid herself backward between my outstretched legs, slipping my cock into the smooth valley of her ample ass. I could feel the head of my dick travel along her flawless skin, pressing against her twitching asshole. I couldn’t see her face from this angle, but I could hear a soft nnf noise as she ground against me, pushing back just hard enough to keep me from sliding into her. Briefly, I considered grabbing those generous hips and slamming her down into my lap, but I knew she’d end up there eventually. Better to enjoy the journey.

After a few moments of grinding, she shifted her hips, and the tip of my cock found the moist entrance of her sex. It was a peculiar thing, feeling the difference between the warm water and the viscous arousal drenching her pussy, but it was definitely there. She paused here, as if considering dropping pretense and sliding my cock into her, but then she continued backward, pressing me through her thighs until I brushed her clit. This earned a little gasp, and I could feel her pussy twitch against my shaft, but she settled into my lap, and leaned back into my chest. She was a scant few inches shorter than me, and her head was at the perfect height to rest on my shoulder.

“Cats like to cuddle, if you didn’t know,” she murmured in my ear, breath hot on my skin. Combined with the slow takeover of my body she’d just completed, it was the most sensual thing I’d ever experienced.

I did my best to muster my willpower, and it was all I could do not to plunge into her with abandon. My breaths were halfway to panting, my rigid cock snug between her plush thighs, tip of my cock nuzzling her clit with every movement, and I could feel her twat drooling against my shaft. She had me right where she wanted me, and I was madly invested.

Carefully, slowly, I reached out for the little bottle of body wash on a low shelf set into the wall. We didn’t have a pouf or anything, but I got the sense this bath would be followed by a shower later anyway. Every movement I made nudged her clit, a stiff little bead now fully exposed and perched on my cumslit, causing her to gasp and whimper. Eventually, though, I managed to pour a little of the lavender-scented liquid onto my hands, scrubbing them together until they were both soapy.

Starting at her waist, I began to work my hands in slow circles up her toned stomach, tracing the outline of her slight abs, along the curve of her rib cage. Cat began to groan softly, wiggling her hips ever so gently to grind herself along the length of my shaft. I could feel her clit throbbing against the head of my cock, every heartbeat of her echoing through me, and her cunt clenched and twitch against me. The tension was building between us, and by the time my hands found her breasts, we were just shy of panting.
“Y-you know,” she whimpered, one hand coming up to find my cheek. “I think, hnn, a little stress relief i-is exactly what I—uuungh!”

She broke off as her entire body jerked, grinding hard against my cock. I could feel her pussy pulse and twitch against my shaft, and my hands gripped her soft, full breasts and squeezed hard. This seemed to push her orgasm even harder, her moans going strained as I kneaded and massaged her breasts. Her face was addled with pleasure, plush bottom lip gripped beneath her teeth, a gentle flush across her cheeks. I groaned at the sight of her, every part of me rapt with her climax. My cock pulsed and twitched in time with her spasming cunt as she rolled her clit against the head of it, just on the verge of exploding. It was all I could do to hold on as she moaned and writhed against me.

Cat came down after what felt like several long minutes of cumming and moaning, every brush of her clit and twist of her nipples spurring her climax on just a little longer. It left her a twitching, mewling mess, her head resting back on my shoulder, body limp against me in the water. My hands roamed her body slowly, gently, brushing the edges of her breasts as she slowly relaxed. She was languid in the afterglow, her body loose and lazy in my lap, and something about it was distinctly feline, like a cat lying in the sun.

“I needed that,” she groaned softly. Her lips brushed against my jugular as she said it, and never left. Soon she was kissing and licking at my neck, slowly driving me insane. “Mmm, but it’s your turn now. Take me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. My balls felt fat and heavy, my orgasm pent up after so much sensual teasing. The swollen shaft of my cock felt bigger and harder than ever before, having been denied the immediate satisfaction it ached for by the relentless foreplay we’d engaged in. It was more than time for me to see how deep I could get inside her.

She was light, almost weightless in the water as I lifted her bodily by her hips. She didn’t seem to be in much of a mood for movement, but I didn’t mind doing the work for her. She’d gotten hers, and I didn’t mind using her like a living kitty cocksleeve until I used mine. Her lack of direction did offer something of a silent consent for me to do as I pleased with her, though, so I did, dragging my shaft back over the sodden slit of her cunt until I reached her twitching anus. I heard her gasp softly at the direction I’d taken, but she gave up nothing in the way of protest, so I pressed forward.

Harder and harder I pushed until the head of my cock slid into the almost painfully-tight confines of her ass. There is a distinct difference between intercourse as nature intended and anal; where pussies are soft and squishy and cling to you, the average asshole almost seemed to be strangling your dick, doing its damnedest to wring every last drop you can muster. Catwoman’s asshole was no difference as I slid into her, pausing with the introduction of the head to allow her to adjust to the size. To my surprise, though, she moved suddenly, shifting backward with her hips to sink inch after inch of throbbing cockflesh into her guts.

“Deeper, fuck, go deeper,” she groaned, insides clenching and massaging my cock as she impaled herself ever further onto my rigid meat. Her ass accepted it easily, almost eagerly, and I could tell from the feel of it that she was no new hand at anal. It was almost as if…

“Did you get laid last night, or what?” I laughed suddenly, though my mirth was cut off as her ass met my hips, the clenched ring of muscle wrapped in a vice grip around the base of my cock signaling her arrival. Every inch of me was inside her now, and I could swear I felt the barest bump in her stomach from being so thoroughly stuffed. “Bit of a butt slut, are we?”

“A girl has to have hobbies outside of stealing and sneaking,” she purred in response, though it was a bit strained. She wasn’t really sitting in my lap anymore, but suspended a couple inches off the bottom of the tub by my cock, the idea of which turned me on to no small degree, and I imagine being so full left you feeling a little breathless. “Sometimes you slip into the dark night, and sometimes the Dark Knight slips into you.”

“I don’t… was that a pun about fucking the Bat?”

She snorted and gave a shrug, replying, “Who cares, just fuck me!”

I guess I did need to be told twice. Taking her hips in my hands again, I began to rock her on me gently, taking my cue from the movement of the water to keep it from splashing all over the place and ensure a relaxed, almost lazy use of her asshole. And she really did have experience back there, her ass clinging and massaging the length of my shaft as I slid in and out of her. After a few thrusts, I stopped pulling my punches because I could tell she could take it, instead giving deep strokes that plunged the length of my cock into her before dragging it back out.

Every other thrust drew a soft noise from deep in her chest, though her mouth never left my skin once she’d finished telling me to get on with it. She ran those plush, full lips over my throat with a fervor, kissing and nipping and licking her away over my ear, my shoulder, my collar bone. It drove me crazy, and it was all I could do to get back at her as I struggled to hold myself together, to enjoy what I was balls deep in for as a long as I could. I reached around to sink my fingers into her sodden quim, grinding circles into her clit with my palm. It set her to mewling and quivering in moments, and after a minute or so of this, she was mumbling unintelligently against my throat, dragging her teeth over my flesh in a way that sent tingles shooting down my spine.

A strange calm washed over me then as the reality of the situation set in. I was fucking Catwoman in the oversized garden tub of a massive penthouse suite. I was able to do this because I’d been given a god-like power by the fifth-dimensional bombshell in the other room, who was presumably still playing Angry Birds and idling her time away until I decided to pound her into the mattress again. My life had literally become paradise.

And then Catwoman’s asshole began to spasm and twitch around my cock as she succumbed to another orgasm, turning her into a writhing, moaning mess. I followed her into it, clutching her body to mine, fingers teasing her g-spot, palm massaging her clit hard, cock buried as deep in her ass as I could manage. Life was good. 

“Nnngh, there’s s-so much of it,” she cooed as I drained my balls into her. Jet after jet of hot cum plastered her insides, thick and sticky and unending. I came for a full thirty seconds, doing my damnedest to fill her up, getting semen in places it was never meant to be. It felt like I’d dumped even more into her than could be accounted for by the volume magic Syx had worked on my balls, but there had been a lot of foreplay.

We lay like that for a while, until the water around us began to cool. Cat sighed softly, shifting carefully in my lap. My cock began to stiffen inside her again, and she groaned, looking up into my eyes.

“You could go again? I came like, nine times,” she murmured, sounding absolutely wrung out. “Time for a cat nap, I think.”

With a soft moan, she slowly extricated my rapidly-hardening slab of fuck meat from her ass, which left her gaping a little as she rose out of the water. A couple drops of cum oozed out of her, but not nearly the deluge I’d shot into her. I could see from where I sat that her stomach was pooched out a bit, like she’d eaten a huge meal moments ago, and I could only assume it was because I’d pumped so much cum into her. She reached down, sinking her fingers knuckle-deep inside herself before pulling them out to examine the virile fuck sludge I’d splattered her bowels with.

“Fuck, why is it so thick?” she asked, examining the way it clung to her fingers in sticky dollops. “It feels like you pumped a gallon of hot glue into my stomach.”

It was because of whatever Syx had done to my anatomy, of course, but I didn’t tell her that. I got the sense my mysterious companion’s otherworldly origins where something to keep to myself. It did make me consider how much I actually knew about the woman who’d given me all these gifts, though, which turned out to be very little. Syx didn’t seem to be very interested in anything other than depravity and Angry Birds, but she clearly had immense power to grant the ability she’d given me. I resolved to ask her a little more about herself later, preferably before I bloated her womb with thick nut again.

“Everybody has their own talents,” I said in response, rising to my feet and frowning her stomach. “Some are just less useful than proficiency with a bull whip.”

Then I reached out and took her hips in one hand, pressing lightly on the bulge in her tummy with the other. A sickening spluuurt! answered, followed by a spray of cum from her well-stretched asshole. It must’ve been under some pretty decent pressure, because it splattered the glass of the French windows behind her before oozing out of her and down into the bath water. I raised an eyebrow at the sheer amount of cum I’d stuffed into her, still impressed at the volume Syx had gifted me. It took a few long seconds before the distention in Catwoman’s stomach began to shrink as she drained through her fuck hole.

“That’s one way to do it,” she groaned, shuddering intermittently as she regained her smooth, flat acrobat’s torso. We dried quickly and went into the bedroom naked, where Cat threw open the curtains to let in the light. The gloomy Gotham morning had cleared into a surprisingly sunny afternoon, and golden sunlight filtered in through the glass to warm our skin. She made a soft sound before tossing herself lightly onto the bed, stretching out for the world like a cat in the sun.

Her fingers beckoned me closer, and I slid in behind her, wrapping one arm around her as I pressed into that generous ass. She pulled my hand around between her breasts, and I reveled in the warmth as the shining light of day washed over our entwined bodies. If this was why cats slept in piles, I could really get on board.



 
 
I didn’t wake up until a few hours later. The sun had gone already, and so had Catwoman, I realized. It left me with a surprising twinge of loneliness, but Syx had apparently decided to make up for it, because I woke up to the feeling of her deepthroating my cock all the way to the base, tongue lapping at my balls from below.

I groaned, looking down at her naked between my legs where she labored on my meat. Her eyes met mine after a moment, and she winked, giving a soft glurk! of what I presume to be a greeting. I don’t know how long she’d been working on me, but I was already close. She was doing something with her throat, some sort of swallowing motion that massaged and stroked my cock in time with little bobs of her head that seemed to be designed to wring the cum from my cock. Then she began to draw back, lewd amusement in her eyes, but… nah. I wanted more.

Hooking my leg around the back of her head, Syx gave a soft noise of surprise as I forced her face back down into my crotch. She’d made it about halfway back up by the time I’d moved, so five or so inches slid smoothly back down her throat until her lips met the base of my cock again with a soft spltt! She didn’t seem all that perturbed by it, though, even when I locked her head in place and gave slow little thrusts that mostly just ground my fuckmeat against the squishy flesh of her throat. Her hands came up to my balls, massaging them gently with her thumbs in a way that drove me mad. She really did seem to be milking me for cum, the little slut.

And she definitely got it. I’d only been awake for about a minute when my balls clenched in her hands and my cock began to twitch in her throat. Maybe it was my orgasm with Catwoman earlier, but this one didn’t seem to have the usual pressure behind it that sent it shooting out with force. Instead, I could feel my cum oozing out of the head of my cock in a heavy dribble down her gullet, and she did her best to work it down into her stomach with what little of it wasn’t occupied by dick. My cum felt a little thicker than earlier too, like somebody sucking jelly through a straw, almost as if it would clog if I didn’t work at pushing it out of me. I groaned, willing Syx to suck it out of me, but I could feel her swallowing motions getting a little weaker. A glance down revealed that her eyes were going a little blank, her lids drooping. Well if she couldn’t help me, I’d do it myself.

Sitting up, I grabbed Syx by her shoulders and flipped her bodily as I did the same, culminating in my straddling her head with my cock still down her throat. I drew out slowly, letting the vacuum seal of her lips draw a little of my overly-thick seed out, but my climax raged on. I drew out of her mouth and left her gasping for air as her eyes shot open, oxygen flooding her brain. I doubted her strange fifth-dimensional body actually needed air, but who was I to argue? Instead, I took a death grip on her massive breasts and squished them around my still-spurting cock before pounding into them with a fervor.

“Little fucking whore, sucking me off in my sleep,” I growled in ecstatic aggression, slamming into the mounds of fuckmeat on her chest with hard, powerful strokes to milk my cock. “Choking yourself on my cock and begging me to fuck these fat cow tits of yours…”

I trailed off into almost unintelligible mumbling as my climax dragged on in a never-ending wave that was probably melting my brain. Syx moaned as thick of woods of dense spooge splattered across her face and throat, her hands roaming as she recovered from her brush with passing out. The pace with which I fucked her tits slowed gradually as I came down, panting hard. 

I felt strangely dominant, probably from her riling me up so much while I’d been sleeping, and my cock was still rigid, a feeling I was quickly getting used to. I surveyed the mess I’d made of Syx’s torso with something akin to pride, releasing her chest meat and letting those full breasts fall into their natural positions.

“That what you were looking for,” I asked the bombshell beneath me, leaning down over her face. It was a mess, drool and jelly-thick cum plastered down her chin, but her eyes were bright and eager. “A fresh, hot facial?”

She groaned, swallowing thickly and flashing a cum-coated smile. “No, I wanted more in my mouth! That’s why I made this load so fucking thick, so you’d fuck my face until you’re satisfied!”

I snarled, which was apparently what she wanted. I felt like she’d whipped me into a fervor, and she’d clearly done something with her magic to make me rage the way I was. Now that she mentioned it, my balls did feel particularly swollen and heavy despite the voluminous load I’d just pasted her with. Well that was fine; I could fuck her face all day long. 

Flipping around so I straddled her head again but from the opposite direction, I lined my cock up with her lips. Syx reached up and pulled her lips apart with one finger, sticking her tongue out and giving me a clear view of her soft pink throat from the inside in a show of slutty hunger. She was clearly down for aggression, and she’d volunteered us both in this. I wouldn’t show her any mercy.

I didn’t feed my cock to her slowly. Instead, I jammed it down her throat until her lips reached the base with a sudden glurk! I groaned, feeling the welcoming walls of her gullet again, my balls pressed to her face as she gagged and swallowed around my shaft. I held her there a moment, just enjoying the feeling of her massaging my length. She didn’t get off easily just because I was enjoying it, though. I reached out and grabbed one of her wobbling tits, squeezing a little harder than I would anybody else. She’d started this, and she knew what I was capable of physically, so it reasoned that she was at least as durable as I was. Or maybe that was my sexual rage talking.

“You really do have fat cow tits, you know,” I said, taking her nipple and tugging on it hard. She squealed as much as one could squeal with nine inches of fuckmeat stuffed into one’s throat, and I released her nipple only to bring my open palm down on it, using the pale pink areola as a target. Her thighs clenched when I did, and I could see that her pussy was drenched, so I did it again. And again.

It was that fourth slap that got her, heralded by the soft slap of flesh as her nipple reddened and her tits wobbled obscenely. She gave a strangled sound from below me, throat shifting into overdrive as she struggled to vocalize, and suddenly a jet of girlcum gushed from her hairless pussy, spraying across the bedclothes and making the whole room smell like sex. As her legs kicked and her body trembled, I drew my cock slowly out of her throat with a strangled glooorch!

“Syx,” I said, looking down at her as she sputtered and moaned, her face coated in even more saliva than it had been before, creating sticky trails of fuckslop that stretched across her chin. “Now somebody’s going to have to change the sheets.”

And then I slammed by cock back down her gullet, much to what I assume was her pleasure as her legs kicked out again. I didn’t wait to see, though. Instead I launched into a series of deep, hard thrusts that would’ve hollowed out a lesser woman’s throat. She took it in stride, though, her hands snaking up to grab my hips as I reamed her airway and used her mouth like a personal fuck toy. I was relentless, drawing my full length out of her mouth until the tip was just barely in her mouth only to stuff every inch back in, reaming her throat and causing a distinct bulge in her neck.

And I had those big, beautiful mountains of chest meat to play with as I did it. They really were incredible, two pale mounds of flesh capped in pale pink areola and stiff, rosy nipples about the size of a pencil eraser. One of them was a little red from my earlier slapping, but that didn’t stop me from reaching out to grab them again. My fingers sank into the soft flesh with little resistance, surrounding them with plush titty that bounced and wobbled with every thrust. My cum still splattered them, and I resolved to help her out with that by scooping as much of it up as my fuck-addled mind could note and then rubbing it into her skin in slow circles. I paid special attention to her nipples, of course, which seemed almost painfully erect as I massaged and rolled them between my fingers, making sure my gooey semen got on every inch.

I’ll admit, though, I was having a tough time holding onto my sanity. Whatever Syx had done to me must have also made me a quick shot, because I was nearing my second climax after only a couple minutes of sloppy throat fucking, although it could’ve also been due to her oral skill. A small part of my mind (the part that wasn’t calling Syx a dirty pig whore) did note that she hadn’t passed out yet, despite two or three long minutes of my raping her face like an animal. Instead, she seemed to have mentally checked out, so to speak, her eyes blank and listless as her legs spasmed and her arms kept a death grip on my hips as they plunged my cock into her mouth again and again. It occurred to me she might be able to control the capabilities of her own body in this dimension, which was pretty interesting, but I’d have to think about it later, when I wasn’t attempting to drown her in cum. 

Right then, a white hot orgasm washed over me with crippling effect, and my thrusts became slow and brutally deep. Syx must’ve worked her magic again, because I could actually feel it this time: my cum had become a nauseatingly-thick sludge that had to be forced out of my body, and the only one who could do it was her. My first thrust at this harsh new intensity was heaven, and her mouth sealed around my shaft as I pulled back to literally suck a finger-width rope of semen with a consistency I could only compare to gelatin, or maybe roof caulking. I buried my length in her throat again to force that shot down only to force out another one. Deep, guttural sounds tore themselves from my chest as I worked to free myself of the sealant-grade semen Syx had burdened me with. A third thrust did the work of the second, and on and on until I was certain the woman beneath me had to be choking.

Each brutal plunge of my fuckmeat into her throat was answered with a hideous glurk! and heralded a glooorch! as I dragged it out of her. As my orgasm drew to a close, I jerked my cock out of her one last time, the sex-obsessed haze in my mind finally clearing as I managed to fuck whatever Syx had done to me out of my system. A glance at her face showed me a mouth that was open and begging for more, though it was full to the brim of what looked almost like a runny cottage cheese, the bubblegum pink of her tongue in the middle supporting fat curd-like lumps of what I assume were clumps of sperm or something. It made me cringe a little to see her put on such a shameless display of depravity, tongue shifting and playing with the nasty, lumpy semen she’d just forced me to pour into her mouth, but… eh. Consenting adults, and all. I stroked my cock hard to clear out the last spurts of goo, draining them into the pool already in her mouth.

Sensing I’d finished, Syx did her best to close her mouth without losing any of her precious fluid, but it didn’t work quite as planned, a couple of slimy dollops dripped down onto her wobbling titflesh. I could see her jaw working, almost as if she were chewing the ball sludge I’d packed into her mouth, which both stiffened my cock a bit and made my stomach twist a little in a strange combination of arousal and nausea. She was shameless to no end, and I couldn’t really fault her for it because she seemed to enjoy it so much.

She finally began to chug it down, forcing her gullet to accept it with thick, gravid gulps of cum that visibly bloated her throat despite the rough stretching I’d just treated it to. Syx made a show of this that went on long enough for me to consider leaving her to it, but she eventually got the last of it down before noticing a bit on her nipple. Rather than scoop it up with her fingers, though, she lifted her whole breast and sucked the nipple into her mouth, cleaning it off with rough ministration of her tongue before letting it fall back to her chest and looking up at me with a dreamy smile on her filthy, sticky face.

“That was so fucking nasty,” was all she seemed to be able to say before collapsing back onto the bed, panting lightly. “I think I’m just gonna lie here for a little while.”

“Yeah, well, we’re not doing it again,” I told her, groaning softly as I handled my slightly sore dong, rising to my feet to fetch a towel. “Whatever you did to my balls almost made my dick clog, which definitely isn’t supposed to happen. And that semen was… ugh.”

“Mmm, so fucking nasty,” she repeated in agreement with a big smile on her face, eyes fluttering closed, but I noticed one hand trail down to her puffy, dripping cunt. “We’re definitely doing that again some time.”

“Never again,” I snorted, grabbing one of the plush hotel towels hanging on the rack in the bathroom. I did my best to wipe my cock off, but we’d made a serious mess, and I’d probably need to shower again. A glance at the bed assured me it had suffered the same fate, and those sheets would definitely need to be replaced (or burned). Syx lay on the bed, toying idly with her clit as she licked her lips, and I frowned. She’d been pretty happy with the outcome of what she’d done, and I had to admit, the sight of her forcing all that nut down got my blood pumping again. And I was never as rough with women as Syx had made me, slapping her tits like that, raping her face like a fucking animal…


“Okay, okay, maybe once a week,” I relented after a few minutes. The answering shriek of joy was almost deafening.