I used to be interviewed all the time.
I remember, I actually had two interviews that day. One as Andromeda, Earth's most powerful hero; the other as Nabel, the CEO of the up and coming tech company Empyreal LLC.
Well, the first wasn't really an interview. I'd been called into action in the very early hours of the dawn by an alert about an alien spacecraft headed straight for Houston. I flew up to meet it, and it immediately opened fire on me. Even I'm not quite fast enough to dodge lasers - they do move at light speed - so it carved a quick slice into my outfit. Luckily, my outfit was the only thing that was damaged. You need a lot more than a plinky laser to cut through my skin.
Given the clear hostile intent, I took the ship apart in seconds, redirecting it into the ocean and pulling out the pilot - a wiry, grey-skinned alien who was terrified and enraged, slamming his fists against my body fruitlessly as I carried him off by what seemed like the safest bit (the hip). I was just handing the bugger off to a police station when a news crew - there for some other reason - approached in a rush.
"Andromeda! Andromeda!" The reporter said, waving her hand at me desperately. "Please, can I ask just a couple questions?"
I didn't need to sleep since the accident that gave me my powers, but I didn't advertise that in my civilian identity. I put on a smile - Andromeda was a gregarious, outgoing woman, always ready to take questions and talk. Not a nerd who still stammers in the middle of presentations. "I'm always happy to speak to everyday citizens." I actually adjusted my voice in my identity as Andromeda, making it that little bit deeper, and really projecting.
"In our town-" what town was this? A quick use of my eye's ability to zoom and see through objects suggested maybe 100,000 people. "-there's a lot of people who think your style of dress is rather scandalous, and-"
I couldn't help it. I laughed. I knew it was the wrong thing to do, but I felt confident when I was Andromeda, and the question was stupid, so the laugh came off more mocking than embarrassed. The woman stopped speaking, which meant I had to fill the gap. "Seriously? No, my outfit isn't scandalous. It's the same bodysuit and cape that plenty of other heroes wear, both male and female. What you mean is that my body is scandalous. That my breasts are too large. Well, these are the breasts God gave me, and I'm not ashamed of my body, so I'm not going to hide it. I'm not showing it off," I said, gesturing towards my bust, "with some deep cleavage cut or anything."
"I didn't mean to offend you," the reporter said, sounding genuinely apologetic. "I shouldn't have led with that-"
"No, no, I'm the one who's sorry," I added, trying to play the role of the upstanding heroine. "I just have been dealing with people complaining about my 'outfits' when what they're actually complaining about is my body for a long time. You aren't the first, so I should be able to handle it better. You're just relating others' opinions. It's late," I said, using the convenient excuse even though I didn't actually have to sleep. "I spoke a little too heatedly about an old sore point from high school. Please, ask me a different question."
"Right," the reporter said, taking a moment to gather her wits. "Is it true that you're in a relationship with the Human Dynamo?"
I just smiled at that. Meaningless gossip, but people ate it up. "No comment." I said that both because it would (hopefully) overshadow my previous comment, but also because you had to say No comment to those lines - otherwise when they asked you about the guy you were actually dating, your No comment would mean everybody instantly knew it.
Not that I was dating anybody at that moment.
The reporter got in a few more boring questions, and then I told her that I had to go, and jetted off. I didn't actually have to go - it's just that I found interviews psychologically exhausting, and I wasn't getting paid to do that one.
The second interview of the day was a more serious thing, a two-hour interview with a tech podcaster, Daniel Tolman. I didn't listen to his podcast - reading is how you actually learn things - but he seemed knowledgeable from what I'd skimmed of his transcripts in advance.
"We're here tonight with Darla Nabel, CEO of Empyreal LLC. Empyreal is still a closely held corporation, with just Darla and a handful of angel investors having equity in it, but they're a rising name in the tech field. Darla, could you tell our viewers about your company's latest projects?"
"Right. The latest, biggest project that we're working on is- it's a-" fucking stupid stammering supergenius, "-a new kind of signal transmission technology. That's- well, honestly, it's a stupid, weak way to say it, sorry." Holy shit! Knowing I sounded like a total geek didn't help at all with controlling it! "Wormholes. Wormholes are predicted by general relativity, but the- well, the prediction relies on negative mass, which- it probably doesn't exist, it's, you know, just a math equation thing. However, there are- you know, there's metrics of spacetime where wormholes, they are possible, and we- we have preliminary results, you know, consistent with that. So we think we can do it. But only very, very tiny wormholes," I clarified, "and right now, they aren't stable, so, it's- I'm sure lots of physicists listening think our results are BS, you know, instrument error, but- but, well, we aren't publicizing for a reason, and it's not... it's not like the stock prices are going to go up."
"Yes, I did hear that you were looking into wormholes," Tolman said. "You think it's going to pan out?"
"I believe so. I have some relevant- well, I know, I'm pretty sure, from..." From the accident that gave me my superpowers. Admittedly, that wormhole was much bigger, and also ludicrously unstable, and also splattered exotic matter all over me, but hey! For a fraction of a second I could see another room of my house through it! "Just, lots of things, and we have- we have been able to send a signal, which should not have been sendable, without wormholes."
"That's incredible. Listeners, wormholes are big. This is more a physics thing than a tech thing, though, so could you go into it, Darla?"
"Yes. A wormhole has three parts: two mouths, and a throat. When you push an object into one mouth, it enters the throat, and eventually emerges out the other throat. The other mouth, I mean," I corrected. This is the most basic shit! I screamed at myself, futilely. "But the throat is a... it's not- it's hard to explain in layman's terms, but it's space, but it's not part of the normal space, so if you enter it, there's just- it's actually bounded, so you just see yourself, if you look at the sides. As in, you look forward, and there's your back. Assuming you're not looking up at one of the throats, that is," I clarified. "Oh, and, I'm sorry, I don't want to be rude, but I really prefer Dr. Nabel in a professional context."
"Sorry, Dr. Nabel," Daniel said. "Could you explain the uses of wormholes?"
"Right now- right now, it's, they're very, very small. Small enough that we can only send blue light and above, that's violet, ultraviolet, X-ray, gamma ray... it's, it's smaller than a single-celled organism, so, very not large. Barely above molecular scale. But, you can send light, and light is a signal - it's what fiber optics cables use. If- no, as the technology develops, even if Empyreal doesn't do it, I know it works, it will allow you to cut down lag from... well, to zero. You would have games with zero ping, you would be able to get data much faster - did you know, a carrier pigeon with an SD card can be faster than fiber optics, if the data's large enough?"
I kept on rambling about wormholes for an hour. They really are interesting, I'm just awful in any situation where I have to talk off the cuff about physics or tech or really anything I have to explain. Empyreal only even got off the ground because one of the angel investors asked a physicist friend of his to read my white paper. (Thank you, Derek Wu.)
"That's fascinating," Daniel said. "Now, we like to shoot the shit here a little. People aren't always that interested in the tech side of things-" especially when it's me, "-but we feed them the broccoli before the dessert, you know." I nodded along. "What do you do for fun, Darla?"
When I said I preferred Dr. Nabel in a professional context, I actually meant, every context. Or Andromeda, I suppose. Hell, I'd take a 'girl' or 'buddy' over it. I just hate the name my parents gave me. It feels so demeaning. Darla. A diminutive already, and it sounds like that patronizing 'darling,' and just... I actually did think about just getting it legally changed - but I really had no idea what I would even change it to.
I didn't say any of that out loud. "Honestly," I admitted, "not much. Or, rather, the thing I find fun is studying physics and working on tech," I corrected. Daniel set his jaw for a moment, just quietly staring at me, and I floundered for a moment as I tried to find the right words. I adjusted my glasses - I don't actually need them any more, but they help with the secret identity, and my zoom powers let me ignore the distortions they make on able-bodied vision - and then finally spoke. "I actually was just reading Anna Karenina recently," I admitted.
"Oh? I haven't heard of that one, is it a new author?"
No, the author died in 1910. "It's more an old classic, maybe lesser known. It's actually quite interesting, in the way it touches on women's issues. It's written by a person I fully believe to be a very good person, but he was writing in 1878, so the perspective is... well, Anna Karenina sort of ruins the lives of everyone around her for no good reason," I explained. "She's the adulteress through whom Tolstoy examines women's issues. But his treatment of Kitty, who's basically his wife, is much more sympathetic. She has no sympathy for Anna Karenina, either."
"Haha, well, maybe something a bit more recent?" Daniel asked, obviously fishing. "Seen any movies? Played any video games?"
"Just 2048 while waiting for code to compile," I said. God, I was completely flubbing this interview because I was a boring geek, wasn't I?
I can tell you, dear reader, that yes, I was. While Daniel spent a good five minutes trying to fish for responses on trans issues, the election, the war, media bias, Hollywood liberals, and a half-dozen subjects on which I had neither domain-relevant knowledge nor any opinions, he finally managed to find something that could be red meat for his listeners: "Senator Reed said that women shouldn't wear miniskirts, apparently." I just rolled my eyes, and he let out a laugh - partly out of relief, but also genuine. "Listeners, you can't see, but Darla just rolled her eyes at that one. I take it you have an opinion?"
"Miniskirts were the fashion in the sixties. Women can wear what they want."
"You don't strike me as the type to wear a miniskirt," Daniel added, giving the briefest glance at my tits. I was wearing a sweater, but when you have breasts as big as mine - there's not much you can do to avoid men looking at them.
"Let me tell you a story. When my mother was young, she visited her father's office. Some of the secretaries thought she was someone there's secretary - and they wondered at her clothing choice, because she was wearing pants. Someone let a woman wear pants at the office? Didn't they know that was slutwear? People keep wanting to decide how others' dress, and declare it defines their whole personality. I just wish we could focus on more important things, like physics."
He laughed again at that. "If we all focused on physics like you do, Darla, I think that we'd be to Alpha Centauri by now. But, just to play Devil's advocate-" and salvage the wreck of an interview I was giving him, "-doesn't how a person dresses tell you something about themselves?"
"I think that what Senator Reed is doing is different. When you judge what a man wears, it's, is it sloppy? Is it formal? Does it have a sports team on it, or a video game? That sort of thing. If you're judging the length of his pants, it's because you think he might be on a run, or that they're too short for this weather. That's not how women's clothing choices are treated. It's, are you a slut, or are you a prude? What can a man wear to make himself look like a slut?"
"Maybe one of those things you see at Pride sometimes." I had no idea what he was talking about. "Chris, pull it up, could you?"
On screen, there was a man in bondage gear, crawling around in broad daylight. I just sighed. "Yes, and if a woman was wandering around wearing that, I think it would be justifiable to make guesses about her sex life. But we're talking about the length of your skirt, here."
"True. I was just playing Devil's advocate, like I said. How do you feel about the costumes on some of these heroes?" He asked, clearly moving me on to another subject he expected me to have an opinion on. "Do you think Quantum's jumping around in her underwear is just like a miniskirt?"
I knew Quantum. We didn't do missions together or anything, but she was a few years my junior in the business, and she'd fangirled out a few times. She'd invited me over to her place to play board games with her wife, once.
So, I knew she dressed in 'skimpy' outfits because of how her teleportation interacted with clothes in general - she could have worn more, but every time she'd teleport, she would have wound up with the clothes heated up and plastered to her skin like you'd pressed a hair dryer up against them.
Obviously, Daniel was baiting me. At the time, though, I just got pissed. "Do you know even a single thing about Quantum as a person?"
"Well, I know what she chooses to wear."
"So, no, you don't. This is exactly what I am talking about."
"You were just saying that if a girl was wearing bondage gear-"
"A superhero outfit is not bondage gear!"
"It's a bikini."
"It has similar coverage, and women wear bikinis at the beach," I half-roared. No doubt, in his head, he was farming Feminist Rages Out When Called Out On Hypocrisy clips or something like that. I was the stupid dumb woman freaking out about misogyny or whatever (even though I had given an example of women being the ones to declare each other sluts on the clothes they wore). But for me, I was defending my friend from a complete mischaracterization of her. "You have to look at the context that clothing is worn in! If you dressed in swim trunks to your job, maybe it would just be because you felt like it, but would you ask that question of Mass-Adder? You think he wears swim trunks because he's planning to go to the beach, or is it because he needs something with a stretchy waistband that can handle him growing to three times his normal height?"
"Quantum's just a teleporter, and she can carry around stuff, or even people, so it's not like she's got a mass limit. I think she just likes dressing skimpy. Which is fine, you know, nothing wrong with that."
If you paid attention to any clips of Quantum saving people, you would notice that they start sweating the moment they got blinked somewhere. But, I couldn't say that, because I didn't want to let on that I personally knew Quantum, or was some type of cape geek who would know that. So instead I just sort of flailed for some reason why Quantum was different from everybody else and made myself look like a dumb cringy feminist.
On the upside, it meant the podcast got more downloads. Any press is good press.
On the downside, it meant I was tired and pissed when I got back to my office. I checked my emails, and Theo had sent me an executable that should help with visualizing the wormhole math. I clicked it. The terminal opened... and it died immediately. I checked Task Manager to make sure there wasn't something running in the background, and there wasn't. I tried running it again. Nope. It was just dying.
I just slunk back in my seat for a long moment, frustration mounting. I'd have to get up, go to Theo- no, I was the boss, I could just email him. I emailed him back that the executable didn't work. He sent another version, which had exactly the same problem.
Rather than sending me another version of it, he showed up at my office. He was a tall, slender guy. A bit younger than me. Probably a 7/10 on the appearance scale, with short, messy brown hair. He always seemed to have one button mismatched or something not tucked in with his outfit. In some inane continuation of my argument on the podcast, I thought, All totally reasonable things to notice about his clothes, as I am not declaring him to be promiscuous because he can't dress himself right.
"It works on my computer, ma'am. It must be a dependency issue," he said. "I figured you could take a look at it on my computer before I try to puzzle out what's missing."
"Yeah, sounds good," I agreed.
He grinned at that, stepping up towards the desk. He opened his laptop, planting it on the desk, pointed it at me, and just pressed the Enter key. I remember thinking that at least he'd prepared it to run, as the Terminal popped up, and the screen went dark, then flashed a number of colors as I stared at it. I couldn't even blink as the images played out, just completely zoning out to the eclectic pattern.
Then the wormhole visualization popped up, with numerous sliders and tabs, and I let out a sigh of relief as I clicked around. "Yes. That's it," I said. "It looks good. Work out what it needs to work on my machine and send me a copy," I told him.
"Got it. Hey, after work, come over to my place at around seven for a date," he said.
My first thought was that that was presumptuous of him. It wasn't that he was ugly or anything. He was a bright, lazy guy. I just didn't have time for dates, with the wormhole project ongoing. He didn't even phrase it as a question, or a suggestion - it was more like an order. But, when I tried to form the rejection, my mouth didn't cooperate. I just froze up, which wasn't an unknown for me in my civilian identity, so I didn't think too much of it, at the time. Especially since Theo left within a few seconds of inviting me to his place.
Once he was gone, well... I figured that I could just not show up. It wasn't as if I'd said yes, and he'd left too quickly to really give me the chance to, so he probably understood that I wasn't interested and was just shooting his shot.
The fact that it meant I wouldn't have to go find him to awkwardly tell him I wasn't interested was just a side benefit.
* * *
I couldn't explain why I had ultimately decided to show up at Theo's home after work. It had been an impulse that had been irresistible, and I'd checked out his address and gotten in my car to drive over. Once I arrived... it was a sunk cost. so I might as well try to enjoy myself.
He lived in a rather modest manufactured home on the city's outskirts, where lack of zoning kept prices down. I checked my phone, and found it was 6:55. He'd told me to come by at 'around seven,' so... I pressed the doorbell. It took only a few seconds for him to open the front door, suggesting he'd been waiting for me with bated breath, and he had the biggest grin I'd ever seen on a man. There was something uncomfortable about it, but I put it out of my mind. I figured that with my powers, I didn't have to worry about getting raped. I could have cut off his head with a moment's thought, after all.
"Darla! I was starting to worry you weren't going to show up," he said, opening the door wide. "Come on in. I have a movie prepared," he told me, and I nodded as he closed the door behind me. "Take a seat on the couch," he said, hurriedly plopping down on it himself. I sat down so that our thighs were a couple feet apart - a reasonable level of personal space, but also a clear one. He glanced at my leg, a frown on his lips, but he didn't argue with where I'd decided to sit myself down. Instead, he just grabbed the remote. "Now, I really like this movie, so stay quiet and watch the whole thing," he told me.
I thought he was a boor when he said that. Really? You have a woman over here on a date, and you want her to not talk for the next ninety minutes? It wasn't even that I wanted to chit-chat while the movie was playing, it was just that I quite literally hadn't even said anything since showing up. Still, I kept my mouth shut as he turned on the television and started up the movie.
I'd expected, I don't know, some science fiction film. Interstellar or 2001 or Blade Runner or something. Maybe an action flick if he was oblivious, maybe a romance movie if he was trying to butter me up.
The first thing that appeared on screen was a disclaimer about the video being a fantasy, hypnosis not working this way, and mind control not being real. I frowned in confusion, but the actual movie started soon enough, with two female characters speaking about one of them having gotten married. It was all static shots, and the actresses weren't exactly the best, but there was a little bit of intrigue going on. The one who had gotten married had done so suddenly and without warning, just getting moved in with her new husband, despite being close friends with the other. A third girl entered the room the pair were talking in and kissed her.
For a moment, I thought perhaps the twist was that the recently-married girl had actually been a lesbian - admittedly, it was way too early in the film for any serious twists - but the movie dashed that fairly roundly with the continuing dialogue.
Then the husband returned home, and started getting his dick sucked by the woman who had kissed his wife, and who called him 'Master.'
And when I say 'started getting his dick sucked,' to be clear, I mean explicitly, not just by implication.
As in, Theo thought an appropriate film to watch together on a first date was a porno. My mouth just fell open as I stared. I'd never been in a situation even close to this before, and I spared a glance over at Theo out of the corner of my eye. It was far too awkward to even say anything. I wanted to get up to leave, but that also would have been incredibly awkward, so I just sat there, plastered to my seat.
On screen, the husband character began to further mind control his victim, repeating orders about how she was to be submissive and obedient.
Theo placed one hand on my thigh, making me jerk in surprise, glancing over his way, and he just smiled at me. "Hot, right?" It absolutely was not. It was fine for him to be into things like this, but to bring it out on a first date? I'm not a prude, but this was a ridiculous escalation, especially for your boss! Maybe some girl on Tinder just looking for a good time would be fine with this, but I... "Get down on your knees and suck my cock."
My mouth worked at the air for a second or so. The command was absurd. Yet I found myself obeying it anyway, getting off the couch to kneel in front of him. He smiled, hurriedly pulling down his pants and fishing out his cock.
I just stared at it. This was our first date. I didn't have anything against women who were promiscuous, or who liked fellatio, or anything like that, but how could Theo possibly think this was an appropriate way to start off our relationship? And why was I going along with it?
He just casually took hold of my head, guiding me down towards his dick, and I let my mouth fall open. In that sort of situation, what else was I supposed to do? His length ran across my tongue - salty, tangy, sour. The flavor was sharp in the inside of my mouth. He let out a soft gasp as my lips wrapped tight around his cock, and he just groaned in pleasure as I knelt down there, in front of him, having not said a single word since arriving in his home, but now having his cock in my mouth.
I didn't understand how I had wound up in this situation. It was humiliating. Ridiculous. I could feel the tears form in my eyes, my cheeks burning as he leered down at me, his cock only halfway in my mouth. His tip just teased at the back of my throat, threatening to make me gag at any moment. The tension of the moment was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
I was also unbelievably horny. Somehow, the humiliating situation I'd found myself in, with my underling's cock in my mouth, some mind control porno playing out in the background... was making me horribly aroused. My pussy grew wet in my panties, and I let out a faint little whimper around his cockhead. Humiliating desire raced up my spine as I was just used as a cocksheath.
"You look good like that," Theo said, his voice casual, and he just pet me, leaning back in his seat. He acted like he somehow knew all of this was going to happen, that he could just invite his boss over to his place and she'd suck his dick on demand. He took my glasses off, and then undid my ponytail, letting my blonde hair fall down around my face. "Even better like this," he added. He casually played with my glasses, glancing through them for a moment, letting out a small laugh. "You know, I sort of figured these things were fake. Just you playing the role of the smart chick by wearing glasses. Guess you really do need them."
I couldn't respond. I had a cock in my mouth. I gave him a glare of annoyance, though, and he just chuckled at that, clearly enjoying the ridiculous expression I was wearing. A cock in my mouth while glaring at the guy the cock belonged to - it didn't even really make sense, did it?
"You're not very good at blowjobs, Darla," he told me. Annoyingly enough, that insult actually stung, my cheeks burning. "You don't just hold the cock in your mouth. Lick it," he commanded, and my tongue started to softly taste his cock. It tasted like you'd expect of an unwashed cock, sharp and intense on my tongue, and I had to resist the urge to gag... but my arousal just continued to climb despite that, my clit painfully throbbing in my panties. I was kneeling and sucking cock, but I was so damn horny.
I fidgeted in place, resisting the urge to play with myself purely to avoid - I don't even know, honestly. It was some ridiculous fight that was only taking place inside my head, where I was proving my independence by not masturbating while sucking his cock.
Theo was, of course, oblivious to everything going on inside my horny brain. "Just sitting there like a cockholster isn't exactly the thing great blowjobs are made from. You saw the cocksucking in the movie, didn't you? Bob," he commanded. Every casual insult and barb just made my arousal continue to spike, but when he ordered me to bob...
Well, I bobbed. My mouth slid up and down the top half of his cock, his length leaving a thick trail of his flavor along my tongue and palate as I moved up and down. The act itself was nothing. It wasn't even uncomfortable, my body able to withstand getting into a brawl with a nuclear-armed ICBM, much less kneeling and holding my mouth wide. It was our positions on an emotional level that mattered. Me, kneeling and silenced by his cock. Him, sitting back, able to casually presume that I'd just keep sucking, even when his eyes left mine to watch the porno.
I'd never been a submissive in the bedroom. Certainly, I'd never been into humiliation. But in that moment, the recognition that I was being effortlessly dominated, the way he treated me almost contemptuously, served to arouse me further. My pussy dripped all over my panties, practically soaking them through as I kept on mindlessly bobbing. My arousal continued to climb and climb, my thighs wobbling softly beneath me.
He finally turned his glance back down to me, and his next words were truly vicious. "When you fuck a guy, do you only fuck the first three inches of his cock?" I felt my cheeks instantly burn even hotter, my arousal growing ever worse. I wasn't just a girl who'd suck cock while the guy watched a porn, on a first date. I was a girl who would do all that...
And who was bad at it.
My thighs were just rubbing against each other at that point, but Theo didn't care. He grabbed my hair in one hand, and started to force his cock ever deeper into my mouth, pressing up against my gag reflex. "If you wouldn't just fuck the first three inches of the guy's cock," he told me, as he kept pushing me down, "why would you think I'd be satisfied with you just sucking the first three inches?"
Instincts made me spasm in response to the forceful push into my throat, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. My body no longer needed a gag reflex - I didn't really need to breathe, except in the sense that you need to replace your car's oil once in a long while - but my gag reflex was still there. I didn't enjoy sucking cock, so I had never bothered to work to train it away.
Right now, I was regretting that decision, as tears streamed down my cheeks, saliva dribbling out of my mouth, while Theo just casually pumped at my face. His cock was rock hard inside my mouth, poking at my uvula, pushing and pushing against me. The act was completely, obscenely selfish, and that fact only made my arousal far higher. My clit was begging to be touched. To be played with. I didn't try to fight his grip on my head, and instead just wetly gagged on his cock as he pressed against my throat, accepting the treatment, and inch by inch I was forced down his cock. My nipples were grinding against my bra, inciting a masochistic pleasure from the confinement.
I looked up at him through bleary eyes as he ground me down his cock. He was watching my every movement, my every gagging twitch as my throat spasmed around his cock. He wore a smile as I slid ever-further down his length, as he slowly but surely laid claim to my throat. I had never actually deepthroated a man before, but doing it now - feeling as my gullet slowly but surely swelled with his cock - was intensely arousing. The hand pressing down against me. The casual, selfish contempt for me, for my pleasure, for my feelings, it somehow only excited me more.
When I got all the way to the base, my nose pressed into his untamed pubes, he groaned in pleasure and cast his head back, fingers just gripping onto my hair to hold me in place. My gag reflex was as yet undefeated, so my body faintly twitched and spasmed, tears streaming down my cheeks, as it tried and failed to expel his cock from my throat. He didn't care about my discomfort, just holding me down there, choking me out on his dick as he relished the feeling of being buried in a tight, wet, warm hole.
He didn't know it, but he could have just held me down there forever. My body was flipping out as it imagined I was being asphyxiated, random spasms of my arms serving to signal desperation, but the truth was I could have deepthroated him for the next month without issue. That thought - an absent, momentary mental calculation - only served to send my arousal ever-higher. I wasn't able to hold back any longer, one hand slipping up my shirt, then starting to slide towards my cunt, hoping he wouldn't notice-
He yanked me up off my cock. My arousal surged as I was instantly certain I'd gotten caught, that he was now aware I was (apparently) the kind of girl who masturbated while sucking dick, my eyes wide as I stared up at him. The truth, though, was that he was completely unaware and uncaring about my mental state. He just groaned and started to come all over my face, splattering my features with thick gobs of spunk, raining down against my cheek, my brow, my lips, his scent and taste splattering across my features. I was forced to close one eye as he just came and came, like he was unloading something he'd been saving for days.
"Ha..." he breathed out, panting on the couch, catching his breath slowly. His eyes went down to me, a noisy swallow as he appreciated my position there. "Stay right there," he told me, and then shifted. He pulled out his smartphone, snapping several pictures of me like that, staring up at him with one eye, face covered in splooge. "There. Got some pictures of your first facial for posterity," he told me, and I felt my cheeks burn... and my arousal spike. "Just for me, don't worry."
He put down the phone, leaning back again, his eyes turning up to the television. I could hear the girl behind me start talking about how she had no mind, no will, no thoughts... but I didn't turn to look at her. I just patiently waited there.
I was like a cumrag that he'd used, and then forgotten about in the afterglow of his orgasm. Just left on the floor now that he'd finished jerking off and he didn't need me any more.
I was upset by the treatment. I wasn't even opposed to blowjobs, but if I gave a guy one, you better believe he should be appreciative of my hard work. Especially at that particular moment, tears having streamed down my cheeks from gagging continuously on my cock. I should have gotten cuddles and headpats and compliments for my hard work. The fact that all I got was being ignored instead...
It should have sent me into a furious tiff. Instead, the quiet humiliation of my position just sent my arousal even higher. I was wetter than I'd ever been before.
Eventually - after watching his porno for another minute or two, with me simmering in a puddle of my own arousal - he turned his gaze down towards me. "Oh, right. Clean your face off with your fingers. Scoop the cum off then feed it into your mouth."
He didn't taste great. Like drinking saltwater, but stickier on your tongue. I could tell that already, on account of the splurt that had wound up in my mouth. Still, I obeyed, reaching up for my face, fingers running along globs of cum before feeding said cum into my mouth. I gulped it down as quickly as I could, my pussy getting even wetter, like this whole absurd, degrading situation was just... was just...
The best foreplay I'd ever had. My pussy was on fire as I gulped down cum, as I knelt in front of him, as he watched me clean my face before turning back to his porno.
Fuck me, I was horny enough that I wanted to ask him to fuck me, but I couldn't get the words out. I couldn't even find it in myself to lean forward, to nuzzle his half-erect cock, to nonverbally beg. I just knelt there like a statue in front of him. I might as well have been shot with a freeze ray, for all my ability to move, except my powers could probably overcome a freeze ray.
He glanced down at me after about ten seconds of me just squirming in arousal, and I gave him a loose smile. "Go wash your face, then come back and sit next to me," he told me.
I obeyed, taking a second to scan his house to actually locate the bathroom, and I washed my face off of what of his cum still remained on my face. I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment, wondering at what the hell I was doing. It was, at best, a first date, and I had already sucked the guy's cock while he watched porn. It was ridiculous. It wasn't like he was incredibly hot or charming or something - he was a decent-enough worker, but he didn't take care of himself, with the skinny physique common to programmers who sometimes just forget to eat for a day. Interpersonally, he'd mostly just ordered me around, and putting that aside, he also put on a porno as the movie on a first date. He wasn't exactly a Casanova.
So why was I so damn horny? My brain tried to provide thoughts of why. Maybe I actually liked guys who were dominant? Maybe it was the confidence? Maybe I was just pent up, since I'd been working on wormholes and saving the world without getting laid for months now? I just contemplated the question as I plopped down on the couch next to him - closer, this time. Close enough that the tiniest adjustment in my seating made my thigh rub against him, a soft, nonverbal act that nevertheless was intended to seduce. He didn't seem to notice. He'd even put his cock away while I was in the bathroom.
I wanted so bad to just ask him to fuck me. I was so fucking wet. "Theo, you want to go to the bedroom and fuck?" "Theo, I'm horny, let's stop watching porn and start fucking." I may not have been much of a seductress, but those lines would probably have worked. Too bad my mouth refused to cooperate, and I was left just staring at him in profile. My hand reached out for his thigh, softly stroking it, and that was enough to attract his attention.
He wore a cocky grin as he stared into my eyes. I must have looked like such a needy whore, but at that moment, well, I was. "What do you want, Darla?" Even being called by my name - normally something I didn't like - sent a quiet pulse of desire to my clit, my arousal spiking again. My mouth opened, but no words came out, and I just swallowed, my cheeks burning all the brighter. "Tell me," he added.
"I want you to fuck me," I breathed out, the words coming out in a sudden gush, how long they'd been held back now letting me just speak. "I'm so horny. Let's go to the bedroom and forget the porno," I said, and he grinned at that, pushing his tongue against his cheek as he momentarily considered the porn. Was he going to fuck me while watching the porno? Was he going to deny me sex in order to keep watching the porn? Those thoughts sent another tingle of arousal from my cunt, my brain seeming to come up with new humiliating ideas just to get me that little bit hornier.
"Alright, alright," he said, turning off the television and standing up. I was up a moment later, snapping to my feet next to him, following him into the bedroom. Once we were there, he placed his hand on my chin, thumb pressing against my lower lip, as he looked down at me. "You look nicer without your glasses," he told me, and I just nodded. It was, at least, an honest compliment. "Strip," he ordered.
I didn't hesitate. I grabbed the base of my sweater, pulling it up and over my head before tossing it aside, and he just drank in the copious amount of titflesh with his eyes. My tits were big, and even in a sports bra, that attracted male attention. His gaze eventually went down to my stomach, and one hand got casually planted against my belly. "You have abs. Nice. You work out, and you've still got tits like that? Are they fake?"
"No," I breathed out, as his fingers danced along my belly. The truth was that the way my powers worked, they worked to preserve my body, something my subconscious mind directed. I didn't think of exercise as being something that damaged my body, so every single exercise I had done since getting my powers - including, you know, all the fighting supervillains - had stacked up slowly. I didn't need to exercise to maintain that physique, either, because I did think of going out of shape from lack of exercise as something 'damaging' to my body.
"Yeah? Then show them to me," he ordered, and I moved to wiggle my way out of my bra. My tits jiggled and bounced for a few seconds as I fought the thing - they were always a pain to put on and off, the bra companies don't think much about the experience of particularly busty women - before my tits just burst free into the open air.
He immediately reached out for them, fingers just sinking into the soft, doughy flesh. He fondled them freely, but it wasn't even the horny, brainless, juvenile (and, you know, uncomfortable) way my first boyfriend had done when we were both sixteen. He wasn't fascinated by my big tits: he was checking to see if I was lying about them being real. I'd gone through life getting constantly angry and defensive about my tits, the constant judgment and presumptions of others pissing me off and making me dig in my heels on not changing anything to satisfy them - but right now, that accusative groping of his just sent my arousal spiralling upward. I let out a soft pant of arousal.
"Huh. Guess they are real, then," he said, pulling his hand back - and then he casually gave one of my tits a sharp smack.
It didn't hurt - Theo couldn't hurt me if he pressed a gun against my eye and pulled the trigger - but I did come, and hard, the moment that the hand struck my tit, my legs wobbling underneath me. I landed one hand on the side of his bed to keep myself upright, my body quivering as my cunt spasmed, my mouth half-open. I'd had very attentive boyfriends who loved playing with my breasts - but I couldn't orgasm from them alone, so they always had to add in something else. Fingering. Fucking.
Not anymore, apparently. I'd just had my first boobgasm, and it was from getting my tit smacked.
He let out a laugh, seeing me like that, quivering in place and orgasming. It wasn't some nervous laugh, some surprised laugh - it was a contemptuous laugh, and the humiliating, superior way he looked down on me in that moment, it just made me even wetter, my panties feeling positively drenched. I couldn't even contemplate getting mad about it, I just had to get naked, my fingers fumbling to pop the button on my jeans, my legs wiggling and wobbling as I tried to shuck off my pants and panties both. I kicked off my shoes in the process, and he watched with a smile on his face as I struggled to strip myself naked through my orgasm.
Once I was naked before him, he just smiled, pulling out his phone. "Theo," I started.
He just quirked one eyebrow, daring me to continue to speak. For a long, silent moment, I wondered if I was about to ruin the mood. If telling him that I didn't want to be photographed again would result in me not getting his cock in my desperately needy cunt...
So I shut up.
He already had several pictures of me with cum splattered on my face. It wasn't like this was worse. I gave the camera an anxious smile, and he snapped his shots, clacking away, clearly enjoying getting this moment recorded too. Once he'd satisfied himself that he'd appropriately preserved it, he put his phone in his pocket and started to get naked himself.
Where he had drunk me in with his eyes as I stripped, clearly delighting in every inch of bare flesh I'd exposed to him, there wasn't that much to look at for me. Just another skinny white nerd. In terms of personality, most of the guys who were my type fit into that category, but in terms of aesthetics... well, I wish that more nerds would start geeking out about fitness routines and menswear.
It didn't matter, though. I was happy that he was naked, because it meant that we could fuck. "Get on the bed," he ordered, and I moved to obey. I'd been delaying because I expected to be the one on top, but apparently he had other ideas. I laid with my head on the pillow, spreading my legs for him, as he clambered on top of me. He drank in my form, a grin on his lips, as he casually, slowly, teasingly rubbed his cock against my sopping wet cunt.
"Please, fuck me," I panted out. I didn't care about looking stupid at that point - and, frankly, asking to get fucked was less humiliating than most of the things I'd done at Theo's house thus far. "Just stick it in, I want it, I want it so bad," I whined out.
He slid inside me at that. He moved slowly, casually, his hands sliding up to my breasts, fingers sinking into either in an entirely lascivious way, feeling up the soft flesh as he pushed ever deeper into my cunt. It was agonizingly slow, given just how horny I was, and I squirmed underneath him, panting heavily. It was teasing, my arousal seeming stuck in place, my body faintly trembling as my pussy twitched around him. I didn't know what I wanted him to do to get me over the edge - and then he spoke up. "You're such a slut, Darla," he breathed out, as he hilted inside me. "I haven't even kissed you, and you're begging for my cock."
I should have been outraged. Instead, I came, moaning in ecstasy beneath him as an orgasm hit me. The humiliating truth of it - we actually hadn't kissed the whole date, and we'd barely talked about anything but how best to fuck me - was what pushed me over the edge. Not having a cock all the way inside me, grinding at my deepest parts. Not having his hands fondle my tits.
Being reminded just how easily I'd sucked his cock, and just how desperate I was to get fucked by it was what had made me come. The second orgasm was even better than the first, my arousal having had the chance to climb as I was photographed and insulted, my body just trembling on his cock as he held himself inside me. He let out a long sigh as my pussy quivered around his cock. "I've jacked off imagining you like this so many times," he grunted, as his cock remained lodged inside me. "So many times. Now it's finally happening, and it feels so fucking good."
He was talking to himself, really. Not to me. Just exulting in his chance to have sex with his hot boss. Said boss's thoughts and feelings didn't matter, not compared to the chance to just stuff his cock into me. I came down from my orgasm, though my arousal was still at a high ebb, my nipples perky as he fondled my tits, my cunt quietly gripping at his hard length, lodged inside me. "Please, fuck me," I breathed out, the only opinion I really had at the moment, all other concerns coming second to it.
He grunted in response, beginning to piston his hips. Once again, there was no thought for me. It was a teenager's horny monkey sex, done without thought to his partner. It only made my pussy wetter around his cock, as he rutted inside me, his hands sliding up my body, casually caressing my face. "I worked so hard to get here. You have no idea how hard," he told me. "But if you're a good girl, maybe one day you'll get to," he told me, leaning down, forcefully kissing me on the lips.
The actually intimate act made my brain stutter in confusion for a moment, but soon enough, he gave my ass a smack, a casual thing, more a giddy-up than anything else. It still made me spasm in ecstasy, moaning into his mouth as his spit dribbled down onto my tongue. He just fucked me like that, casually groping, molesting, and just generally fucking me, putting my body through its paces. He held me down beneath him, and when he broke off the kiss, it was to admire my naked body, to lean back and just grunt in pleasure. "I should have recorded this. The first time I fucked you," he panted out, lost in his lust, once more just talking to himself, taking my consent as a given.
It was, though. If anything, that contempt for my feelings just raised my arousal still further, and one smack of his hand against my tit made me come again, moaning beneath him, practically going cross-eyed as I got fucked.
I'd never been fucked like that before. My high school boyfriend, when he acted like a horny teen monkey, just fucked me too hard out of an overabundance of excitement. He didn't smack me. Didn't spank me. My other partners were more thoughtful, sex a dance where we both learned the moves the other liked.
But really, when I say that I had never been fucked like that before... I mean that I had never come that hard. That fast. I knew it at the time, as the moans escaped my lips, as the man atop me spoke to himself about how incredible it was to have the CEO of Empyreal bouncing on his cock, about how my tits were even bigger and softer than he expected, about how hot I was, how tight I was, how wet I was...
And I was wet. I was drooling all over his cock as he fucked me. The way he was treating me left me desperately horny, desperately needy, wanting more and harder.
I wondered at it. It was the best sex of my life, and Theo seemed to be completely uncaring about me at all. I was more like a sex toy that he was masturbating with, sputtering out whatever obscene thoughts came to mind like no one was listening, and that thought itself enticed me further. Theo hadn't called me a sex toy, hadn't even suggested it verbally. If you listened to him, he might as well have been a teenage boy with a flat crush on the cheerleader that mostly amounted to wanting to motorboat her tits and not enough information to even tell you her name. But inside my head, I was recognizing just how contemptuous, how casually cruel, how - dare I say it? - almost misogynistic it was, and it was only making me hornier, making me wetter, making me want more and harder.
I'd never been treated like this by a man. Did I want to? Did some previously-unknown part of me deeply desire to be treated like an object? To be used during sex, rather than loved? How would I have even known, before now, before this?
"Take it, take my fucking cum, bitch!" He yelled out the words, a roar of his own desires, and hearing him finally use that word to describe me sent me over the edge. When he'd called me a slut earlier, it had honestly been a fair call - my behavior towards him could only be described as slutty by any fair third party. Calling me 'bitch', though, was just being an asshole, and that was what made it so hot. His flood of cum was released into my waiting cunt as he hilted inside me, groaning and jerking as he found his own release at last. I stared up at him as he gasped and panted, collapsing atop me, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight.
I could have pushed him off, obviously. I was strong enough to lift pretty much anything you could lift (if an object's too big, you'll just poke through it, like trying to catch a poster with a needle). I didn't mind too much, though, and I had just come my brains out a good dozen times, so letting him rest atop me wasn't much of an issue.
He breathed heavily, deeply, into my ear. Each trace of his hot breaths against my skin was a little trickle of something more intimate, something more normal. I gently reached up to wrap him in a hug.
You probably think I was confused to do that, and I probably was. But we'd both had extremely satisfying sex - at least, I did, and Theo certainly was talking like fucking me was on par with winning a Nobel Prize - and there was an intimacy that came with sex. He had run his mouth, maybe even recognizing that every degrading word had just made me wetter, hornier, made me want it more and harder, but that was dirty talk.
"Ha... fuck," he breathed out. "Can you breathe okay?" He asked.
It was a sweet thing to ask. I had absolutely no idea whether or not I'd be able to breathe with a nerd resting his weight atop me without my powers, but then, neither did he. "Yes," I told him. "I don't have any issues breathing like this."
"Great. Then just stay right there tonight," he told me, slumping against me, letting his weight push down atop me. His cock was buried in my cunt, his body was pressed against mine, and he was now asleep.
I mentioned it earlier, but I don't need to sleep. I can't, actually. So when a man fell asleep atop me and told me to 'stay right there tonight'... well, I could either roll him off, or lie there with his weight atop me. Feeling his body press down against mine; feeling his cock casually increase and decrease in its size and volume as he went through various hard-ons during sleep. Part of me thrilled at that. I was being sexually used by him without him even being conscious.
Of course, being plastered under a nerd also meant I had nothing to do but think. First about wormhole math. Then about my cringeworthy interview with Tolman. Then some more wormhole math. Then back to cringing at me running my dumb mouth on Tolman's podcast.
And then about everything that had happened that night.
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