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The Gamer Chapter 711 – Breakfast Privileges
🕑 Added 2020-02-24 08:48:02 +0000 UTC“I have breakfast blowjob privilege!” Rave continued and quickly climbed under the table before anyone else could get there ahead of her. She was barely between his legs when John had already unequipped everything he was wearing. Whether she was mad about the fact that his clothes weren’t caught up in said ruining, she didn’t show.
“I love that you call sucking my cock a privilege,” John gasped when she, losing no time, took him into her mouth. Soft, hot lips formed a tight ring around his girthy erection and went down with a few, lubricating bobs of her head.
“It is criminally pleasurable,” Lydia weighed in, peeling out of her clothes in the traditional way. On the other side of the table, Eliza was doing the same. It seemed that getting dressed before they actually left the Palace had been doomed to fail from the start.
“FUCK ME!” Eliza screamed in a very blunt fashion. Her three articles of clothing (she didn’t wear the boots inside because she was a good girl) were discarded much faster than the layers of Lydia’s queen-worthy uniform. Her gaze wandered from John’s face to the Mandala Sphere hovering idly by. “You double-existing penetrator, come on!” Her voice suddenly switched into sickly sweet tone. “Pleeeasseee?”
“…I’m a weak man,” John mumbled to himself, sending the Mandala Sphere flying over. “So how hard would you like it today?” he asked while Jack formed in his image. Eliza opened her mouth to answer, but any words she had wanted to say were interrupted by Jack forcefully turning her around and grabbing her by the throat. The small, pale girl was slammed onto the wooden table with a satisfying smack. “On second thought, I don’t care what a cocksleeve wants,” John stated in his dom voice.
Eliza’s eyes were overflowing with ecstasy, as Jack’s large hand pressed her throat against the table. Desperately snapping for air, a completely vain effort, her head turned more and more red. Only a croaked moan escaped her, when Jack slid into her quickly overflowing cunt.
“You’re such a piece of submissive trash,” John said, lifting Jack’s hand so that Eliza could take a rattling breath. The air was rapidly expelled from her lungs as he immediately started fucking her. “Say it,” he commanded.
“I’m submissive trash,” Eliza gasped, her pussy tightening as the reward rushed through her. Another loud smack echoed through the room when John slapped her twice across the face, making her spine arch off the table.
“LOUDER!” Jack demanded, as John lowered his gaze and shifted his main attention back to the half-asian deepthroating him. Her pretty blue eyes were opened wide, keeping contact with him, as tongue and throat milked him. “Keep saying it until I say I believe you!” The commands kept coming.
“I’m submissive trash!” the masochistic psycho screamed and wound under Jack’s reinforced grasp on her throat. Not tight enough to keep her from breathing, just from moving around too much. “I’m submissive trash! I’m submissive… trash! I- aaah-mmmhhmmm, suuubmiss-“ Every time she repeated the phrase, a jolt of pleasure ran through her system. With her sensitivity and John’s Sexual Mastery, he had pushed her over the edge two times before Lydia cleared her throat to get his attention.
“And what do you intend to do with me?” the queen asked in her straightforward fashion, stemming one hand into her naked hip. “I doubt you’re getting Cumslut out for such a minor engagement as this.”
“I would have to call Undine here for that anyway,” John responded and instead gestured towards the table. “There’s always another way than fucking.”
“I suppose there is.” With a smile playing around her lips, Lydia claimed the table in front of the Gamer. Her long legs were barely parted when he already leaned forwards to kiss her clit. Within seconds, he had her moaning.
Lydia’s nimble fingers parted his short hair as she let out tiny cries. Sounds that got lost quickly in the remaining debauched noises. The wet squelching from Rave’s deepthroat, Eliza’s choked screams and the continued slapping of Jack’s groin against her gushing cunt. They all united into a harmonious song of lust, going through crescendos and drops in tone, whenever Lydia or Eliza came.
John felt his own lust rising. Quickly, to no surprise. Eliza’s tight breeding hole and Rave’s throat made for an ecstatic duality. Approaching the edge, his cock tensed. Exactly the signal that his girlfriend understood to be her cue to stop. Her sealed lips travelled up to the tip in a hurried but steady fashion.
“Stop!” she exclaimed and John barely managed to oblige. So close to cumming, staying still inside Eliza’s quivering quim was torture. Everything inside his sex-fuelled thoughts commanded him to thrust a few more times and fill her up already.
A desire Eliza shared. Tongue stretched out, glassy eyes staring desperately up to Jack, her lips formed the question her constrained windpipe could not. “Please make it quick,” the Gamer pleaded, unsure how long he could keep control over himself.
“Don’t ya worry,” Rave promised as she got on the table. Saliva and precum were already staining her beautiful face, some of which had dropped onto her white blouse, where her decently sized chest caused it to rise. “I said we’re ruining these clothes!” she declared, pressing two fingers against the crotch area of her pants. Immediately a wet spot started forming, pussy juice seeping in. Circling her clit, Rave gasped. “You’ll buy me something pretty afterwards, right?”
“Only the best for my Jane,” John groaned, understanding what she wanted. With some difficulty, he pulled out of Eliza. Her legs and her cunt both stayed tightly around him, clearly intent on getting her womb painted white. Once Jack had managed to depart from her, John and his double repositioned slightly. “Finish me off,” he gave a straightforward command.
Lydia simply grabbed his cock and started jerking its well-lubricated length off with one hand. Like Rave, she was masturbating in the meantime. Their different states of undress made it a vastly different procedure. Where the queen pumped two fingers into her tight snatch, Rave continued to rub her clit through her clothes. Soon, she also aggressively played with her nipples.
Eliza was taking the whole thing with more devotion, to use a flattering term. The pretty little psycho slid off the table and onto the floor. With both hands, she grabbed Jack’s large erection and started pumping, all while her mouth was kissing the base and softly sucking on his balls.
As close as he had been already, these two approaches and the view itself soon pushed him over the edge. He didn’t try to hold back, wanting to release what had been delayed. His seed rushed up his shaft and spurted into the air. Most of it hit the mark, covering a perversely enthusiastic Lightbearer in hot spunk. Rave’s fingers, spurred on by kinky wish fulfilment, pushed her over the edge as the first gooey strands covered her clothing and quickly turned it into a mess. The two superhuman loads of her boyfriend and his magical puppet had more than enough volume to do what normally would take a whole group of men.
Her blouse looked least affected, courtesy of its bleached white. Regardless, the pattern the strands had made and the thick globs that failed to be absorbed properly made it a wonderful mess. The blue jeans were less affected but the white of his cum was much more pronounced on the background. Most of it surrounded the damp spot above her pussy, having been where the last few spurts had landed. On the other side, Rave’s face was also covered by quite a bit of cum.
“Why does it feel soooo gooooood to get ruined by you, tiger?!” Rave wanted to know in a lust-crazed tone. Without any hesitation, she tore open the cum-soaked blouse and her pants with two quick gestures. Just like that, her ruined look was complete, tainted and torn as her clothes were, with her wild hair and perverted gaze.
“I have no clue,” John responded, looking at something marvellous, “but I fucking love doing it.”
“Do more! I want ya to really mess me up, John!” Rave demanded, spreading her pussy lips. John was about to oblige, ready to spit roast his girlfriend on the table, when Lydia and Eliza made their presence known again.
“You had your privilege already,” Lydia declared and forced herself between John and his girlfriend. Presenting her ass to the Gamer, the auburn-haired queen looked over her shoulder with her own demanding expression. “Certainly, I deserve some of your attention as well, my love?”
“JUST GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM ALREADY!” Eliza screamed, aggressively shoving her spankable ass against Jack’s cock. “I don’t care if it’s not the exactly real shit, just make feel like I am getting bred, please, I fucking need it! I’m submissive trash that needs to be dominated!”
“I believe that,” John smirked, causing Eliza to suddenly orgasm when the earlier given command was fulfilled. “Well, you heard it, Jane, I have obligations to our harem.”
“But… urgh, fine!” the pink-haired bombshell of a girlfriend declared. “Just don’t forget me down here!”
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” John grinned, already knowing exactly how this would go. Grabbing both Lydia and Eliza by the hips, he soon penetrated their waiting pussies with ease. Sometimes he wondered how his 20 centimetres even fit into Eliza, but her supernatural physique scattered those worries before they could impede on his debauched actions.
Soon, the clapping of synchronized thrusts echoed through the room. Their asses jiggled under John and Jack’s repeated penetration. Love juices ran down their smooth thighs, when they weren’t scattered by the impact of the rough fucking. The table creaked. It would have been pushed in either direction if it hadn’t been for the bodies on both sides. The force of every plunge into their wet, tight cunts cause their bodies to shake.
To withstand it, they had leaned onto the table at first. Soon, however, Eliza and Lydia shared a dull-eyed glance. In a moment of primal understanding and shared moans, the two dominated women raised and locked their hands, supporting each other instead. Not three seconds after their fingers had intertwined, they stretched into a heated kiss.
The perfect moment to mix things up, as far as John was concerned. Suddenly, he sped up his assault on Lydia. Quicker, harder, he fucked her and gave her round ass a quick slap. John had a hand in picking girls for his harem that liked at least a bit of a spanking and throughout the month that basic sadistic motion had been ingrained into them as a thing of raw pleasure. Just one of many ways he had influenced them in these addicting intertwinings of their bodies.
The kiss with Eliza broke as Lydia screamed her lust at the ceiling. “Mother Metal,” she gasped, a torrent of white, hot pleasure rushing up her spine. Then, she whimpered, as John pulled out of her twitching pussy. The Gamer felt the air of the living room on his drenched cock for a moment, then shifted his angle just a slight bit and plunged into his girlfriend.
“Yessss, I love ya!” Rave screamed. Although he couldn’t see more of her than her legs, John could hear her moans perfectly well. Could feel the gripping tightness of her greedy cunt perfectly well. He fucked her quick and hard, the same way he had fucked Lydia and exactly how he took Eliza in that moment as well. Although the masochistic blood mage got herself a few more than one slap on her jiggling bottom.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Eliza gasped over and over again in a rather uncreative fashion. “You’re so fucking big, John! Use me, you oversized stud! It feels so fucking…”
“Shut the fuck up, slave,” Jack growled at her, not because John actually disliked her profanities, but because he preferred her submissiveness. “Talk to me in a proper fashion!”
“I… am sho… shoooorry Massssshtaaaah!” The request coincided (or caused) her own sudden orgasm. John pulled out of Rave and Jack out of Eliza the moment he felt the orgasmic constricting of her wet folds. Pussy juice squirted against his groin as he gave the submissive sex slave’s ass a departing spank. One cock went right back into Lydia’s hole, still twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
“Always right where I need you.” The auburn-haired metal mage let out a drawn out moan, her eyelids fluttering as she was slowly penetrated. “Just… ah… jussst what would I do without you, John? I don’t know how long I could live satisfied without this teleporter in place…”
“Let’s never find out,” John grunted. “I don’t care for that knowledge, not at the cost of having to live without your body for any prolonged time.” While he said that, Jack’s cock sunk into Rave’s throat. There had been a moment of confusion before his girlfriend realized the rock-hard erection was offered to her and she shifted her attention away from occasionally licking Eliza’s clit.
It was a simple strategy: make one girl orgasm and use the resulting recuperation time to fuck either hole of his girlfriend. A terrible thing, really, that the Gamer was just too good at sex. Rather than keep that rhythm, he soon had all three of them in a state of constant orgasms. An ebb and flow of climaxes and aftershocks interrupted by new penetration. John mercilessly indulged in their bodies, thrusting at whatever pace he felt fitting, choking Eliza, spanking Lydia sometimes squishing Rave between thrusts into pussy and throat at the same time.
They could have continued like this forever, were it not for time and endurance in the most general sense. John felt his next orgasm rising and, despite the ability to continue beyond that in a raw physical sense, he knew that it had to be the last one for this engagement. He made sure he was inside Lydia and Eliza for the final thrusts, wanting to give them the loads they had so desperately pleaded for.
“Cum!” he roared, following a spontaneous wish. The moans of four women reached his ears as the command echoed out into the open room. Lydia, Eliza, Rave and Aclysia, their voices intertwined into a choir of climactic height. John didn’t find the time to wonder what the maid’s sweet tones were doing in there, not in the moment in which his world turned white and he pumped wave after wave of seed into their awaiting holes.
He still thrust into them while he came. Diminishing movements, becoming slower with each wave of white that painted their insides. They fed more, almost painfully intense, pleasure into his ongoing orgasm, until it became unbearable and John just froze for the final seconds, cock completely surrounded by their hot insides.
Then he let out a long, relaxing breath.
