108: Meeting White Fox

The next day at work, Mira showed up in my office. "Hey, Roger. You're always cooped up in here."

"I'm supposed to be working," I said, closing a tab full of cute puppy pictures to pretend to work on an Excel sheet that had been finished last week.

"Ah, I see. Lots of tax policy encoded in all those puppy pics you're always looking at," Mira said, nodding along with a look of feigned wisdom. I twitched, but she didn't push on the subject. "We have a new hire. I was hoping you could help with her."

"...help with her?" I asked, somewhat confused.

"Yeah. She's proving to be a bit of a handful. Chip on her shoulder, feels like she's the worst person around... here's a photo of her. Your type?" She held out her phone.

In the photo, a Japanese woman with her hair done back in a messy ponytail was squatting. She was wearing a tank top, which meant you could see she was positively covered in tattoos, stretching all the way up her arms, and covering her back - that elaborate Japanese style. She also had a toned figure and pleasantly large breasts. She was wearing red lipstick and nail polish, which was unusual in this world, but not unheard of. Her ears were repeatedly pierced. She was also flipping off the camera, suggesting she hadn't exactly consented to the shot.

"She's attractive, yes," I said.

"Great. I think if you struck up a friendship with her, which maybe involved sex, it would help her out."

"You really should just explain this whole idea in long form, because it sounds pretty stupid right now."

"Her hero name is White Fox; birth name is Himari Takamachi. She's from Japan, and she's an orphan. She grew up in an orphanage from the age of three; in Japan, orphans basically never get adopted. Amidahara Orphanage was actually owned by a member of the Sumiyoshi crime family - biggest Yakuza gang around - so she winds up joining the yakuza. She also gets powers at some point, so she becomes an enforcer. A few months ago, she turned state's witness in California against the Sumiyoshi, and their operations on the West Coast basically ceased. Now, she's over here in Star Heroic, to reform and put her powers to use for the good of society."

"That's a cool origin story, but it doesn't explain why I should become her fuckbuddy."

"Star Heroic is a superhero organization. That means that almost everybody working here is probably in the top-1% or above in terms of moral character. Himari feels - and has said in roughly as many words - that she's the worst person around and talking to us makes her feel like a piece of shit. Now, I don't know how to put this politely, Roger," she said, "so promise not to hold this against me..."

I pressed two fingers to my temple. "Fine. I promise."

"Great. You're probably the shittiest person working at this company."

"Thank you," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"You're welcome." Mira said, not missing a beat. "So, do you want to seduce this hot girl with big tits so she actually has a single friend here, or did I just insult you for no reason?"

I let out a sigh as I accelerated time to think it over. On the one hand, it was rude to say I was the shittiest person working at this company. On the other hand, I had just told a woman I would rather fuck around forever than commit, and had like four women currently in love with me that I was stringing along, so... I guess it wouldn't be fair to complain. "Alright, I'll do it," I said at last.

"Glad to hear it." She gave me a smile. "I tried to imagine the genders reversed, and I figured you'd be up for it. She just cussed out Priscilla and is smoking out back."

"No promises I'll reform her or whatever."

"She's already reformed, just needs some roots."

* * *

I stepped out into the cool air, finding Himari leaned against the wall with a cigarette in her mouth. She glanced my way. She had an expression like she'd swallowed something unpleasant, but she was quite attractive despite that. "Hey. You a cape?"

"No, I'm an accountant."

She snorted. "Here to smoke?"

"No," I said. I let time stretch out as I thought over the best thing to say. I had to mentally invert the genders. "I heard there was a hot chick smoking out here, and I decided to come say hi."

She raised an eyebrow at me, her expression shifting from generally pissed off to suspicious. "Yeah?" She dropped the cigarette, stepping on it and grinding it into the ground - then she stepped towards me, pushing me into the wall. Not physically - just with presence. She rested her elbow and arm against the wall to my right side, halfway boxing me in. "Hi," she said, a predatory note to her voice, like it was a threat. "Now what?"

Honestly, I was more bothered by the tobacco on her breath than by her aggressive vibes. "If you take a breath mint or three, we could make out right here."

She squinted at that, her expression getting more confused. Then she let out a scoff. "Oh, you're not an accountant, you're a hooker," she said, taking a step back. "I guess they paid you to try to make me feel better? I know how the sausage is made. I'd rather fuck a drunk fattie than pay for the hottest whore around. Or have somebody pay one for me."

I decided to match her energy rather than remain polite. "If I was paid to seduce you, why would I complain about your breath? It smells like shit. Smoking's a disgusting habit."

Her jaw worked at the air as she turned her gaze back to me. "Yeah, true enough," she said, rolling her tongue against her lower lip. "What, then? Cape groupie?"

"I've fucked heroines, but that's because I work here, and they're all hot. Including you."

"You think I'm a heroine?" She stepped towards me again, once more putting her upper arm to my right side as she glared up at me. "You even know who I am?"

"White Fox?" Maybe I should have googled her to learn more about her. Hopefully what Mira gave me sufficed. "You turned state's witness against Sumiyoshi."

She blinked. "Yeah? Doesn't bother you that I used to be yakuza?" She leaned in closer to me, pushing her tits into my chest. It wasn't intended to be seductive, just a consequence of how close she was getting to me, but I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and that her tits were all-natural, so I pretty much immediately popped a boner.

She wasn't pressed close enough to notice, and her eyes were on mine, so I just talked. "You're not any more though, right? So why should I care?" I slowed down time, and once more decided to just go for matching energy. "Look, I'm getting bored of this stupid conversation where you dare me to say I don't like you or whatever. You're hot. You've got nice tits. I'll fuck you right here if it'll shut you up."

"Yeah?" She pushed her thigh into my groin, and then froze as she felt my erection. A long moment passed as she mentally processed it - and then she started to rub her thigh against my boner. "You're seriously getting hard from this?" She bit her lip. "Fuck it," she decided after a moment, and then leaned up to kiss me fiercely on the lips. Her tongue slithered hungrily into my mouth as she just pressed against me, her hands going to clasp my cheeks to hold me in the kiss. She was pretty strong, but Nora level strong, not Kate - fit woman, no superpowers. I could have pushed her off.

She did taste like tobacco, though, so when she popped her lips off mine- "Seriously, you need to eat like three breath mints. I'll buy you a pack."

She huffed in annoyance, but followed me back into the building; luckily, there was a vending machine with mints on the ground floor. I popped it open, took out a mint, and hand-fed it directly into her mouth. Honestly, I figured it'd make it easier to convince her to down more than one, and it worked - her eyebrows raised as I slid it along her tongue, and when I popped my finger out, she dutifully crunched down, noisily biting away. "Gonna give me another?"

"I said three, didn't I?" I told her as I pushed another into her mouth, once more playing with her tongue for a moment of sensual intimacy. Any doubt in her mind that I was sincerely interested in her had evaporated, to be replaced with arousal.

I actually wound up giving her five mints, and her breath wound up overpoweringly minty - but it was better than tobacco. She took the box from me, sliding it into her back pocket, then just pushed me up against a wall again, mashing her lips hungrily against mine. I gently guided us down the hallway, and she let me, hungrily sucking on my tongue as she pressed her body against mine in a frantic, horny kiss. I could feel her perky nipples through her top and mine, as she slurped up saliva from me.

She was surprised when I finally arrived at my destination: the women's bathroom. I pulled her in with me, the door swinging open as we entered, and luckily nobody else was there. "Haaa... holy fuck," she breathed out, wiping her mouth. Her lipstick smeared slightly, but only in a way that made her look even sexier, my cock twitching. "The women's bathroom? You fucking slut. You'd better not be getting paid for this."

"I'm not a whore," I told her. "What, do you want some sexts from another girl to prove it?"

"Wouldn't prove fuck all, modern whores sext all the time. Better than fucking, since you don't have to touch the girl."

"Do you want to fuck in the stall or not? I want to fuck in the stall," I told her. I leaned into her, pressing my forehead down against hers. "I want to see your whole back tattoo. I want to grope your fat tits as I fuck you from behind."

She exhaled softly at those words, clearly enticed by them, but- "I seriously don't want to fuck you if you're being paid."

"I'm not a fucking whore," I told her, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her into the stall with me. I pushed her up against the door as I closed it, and I fiercely kissed her on the lips. "You're hot. I'm a slut." She clearly still had her lingering doubts, so I pulled out my phone, starting to scroll through my messages.

"I told you, sexting doesn't prove anything-"

"It's texts from Hank," I told her. "My boss," I explained, showing her the phone screen. She squinted at it. "See? Accountant."

"Plenty of prostitutes have other work too."

This was frustrating as hell. "Goddammit woman," I growled out, spinning her around so she faced the stall door. "I'm going to fuck you. I don't give a fuck if you think I'm a whore."

"I don't want to fuck a whore," she said, shifting her legs to stop me from pulling down her pants. "Pimps all manipulate and blackmail and threaten guys into sex. It's basically outsourcing rape."

It was sweet. Her heart was in the right place. But - "Nobody's raping me, now let me actually fuck you. You're not wearing a bra and I can tell you're horny. If you do not let me pull down your trousers right now, I am going to call Gillian and have her come suck my dick."

"We've talked for like-"

"Shut the fuck up and let me pull your pants down," I said - and she actually shut up and straightened out her legs. I let out a sigh of relief as I tugged her pants down, her panties sliding down her thighs alongside them. One of my hands slipped down there to start teasing her lower lips, brushing along them, teasing her clit as well. The other hand grabbed the base of her shirt and tugged it up and off, letting her big tits bounce free - and giving an unobstructed view of her lovely back tattoo. In addition to the smaller elements of the design - flowers and ribbons and whatever else - there was a single white fox, large and looking up at me with sharp red eyes.

It was actually quite pretty. Of course, my main focus at that moment was simple: getting my dick out so I could shove it in her dripping wet sex. Even if she'd been complaining and arguing and worrying about me being a prostitute, I was still a hot guy who approached her and made out with her, and now, was sliding my cock along the line of her sex. She shivered softly at the teasing movement as my dick rubbed back and forth. "Are you going to actually put it in?"

My hands slid up her flanks, groping one breast in either hand. They were nice and big and soft, and I could feel her arousal climb as I teased her like that. "I don't know, am I? I wouldn't want you to accidentally become a rapist."

Any moralistic concerns were defeated by horniness. "Fine, I believe you, just fucking put it in you bastard," she demanded - and I thrust inside her. She was tight, pussy muscles quickly flexing around my cock as I drove myself into her, her whole body tensing up. My hands groped her tits tight as I got all the way inside, just grinding my cock into her pussy, and she softly shuddered in response, her eyelashes fluttering.

I knew, in general, women in this world really liked this kind of grinding, often even more than a proper pounding, so I decided to indulge her. She shivered on my cock, her nipples perky against my hands as she panted into the door, and I leaned in towards her, softly kissing my way up her neck. "Another kiss," I told her, still groping her tits, and she tilted her head back; her hands were pressed against the stall door for balance, and mine were enjoying the plush, round feeling of her fat tits, Her tongue danced inside my mouth happily, as I continued to just grind inside her.

It was honestly something like teasing for me - but I'd fucked Stitch and Xico just that morning, so I had plenty enough energy to just enjoy it. I started to tease and play with her nipples, while my cock rooted around deep inside her. Her breathing into my mouth became more ragged as her arousal continued to spike in that position. Her eyelashes fluttered, and she let out a soft groan as her hands balled up against the stall door, pussy continuing to massage my cock inside her. "Mmf," she got out, some mumbled noise of complaint as she strained not to come while keeping up the kiss. She popped off my lips. "I'm about to-"

"Come," I told her, and she actually did. I groaned at the feeling of her tight, muscular pussy rhythmically massaging my cock as it rested inside her, and she let out a lewd moan of her own, twitching faintly in place, her tits jiggling in my grasp. I enjoyed the feeling of her orgasm as she panted atop me, and eventually she came down, eyes half-lidded.

"Your, nnn," she breathed out. "Haaa... aren't you going to try to get off?" She breathed out.

"Mm. I could. But it's always fun to watch a hot woman orgasm on my cock," I told her, my dick twitching inside her. I leaned in, nibbling on her earlobe. "I really like your back tattoo. It's sexy." Her pussy tightened on my cock.

"Yeah, lots of guys do," she said, fingers scraping along the door for a moment. I started to grind inside her again, making her breath hitch. "Fuck, more of this? You really just want to grind like this?"

"I'll tell you what I really want to do," I said to her. "I want to bend you over and make you come so many times you can't even talk. My powers actually help with sex. Want to see?"

She sucked in a deep breath through her nose, eyes staring into mine, and she licked her lips. "I do."

I slowed down time at that point. Using my grip on her tits, I tugged her back away from the stall door, so that rather than pressing against it, she was leaned forward; her forearms pressed against the door, now, helping her stay upright, as her head wound up jerking forward and then hanging low as she recovered in slow motion. My cock remained wedged inside her, and I admired her body, her pants wrapped around her ankles, her fox tattoo looking truly lovely upon her back, its red eyes seeming to look up at me invitingly. Every twitch of her body made it shift and ripple in a truly enchanting fashion.

Her tits, also, were exaggeratedly big in this position, hanging low with gravity as her ass wound up pushed into my pelvis. My cock throbbed inside her, and I started to slowly pump back and forth.

Slowly to me, of course. From her perspective, played out at 10x speed, it was no doubt fast and hard, and I could tell as much as her cunt tightened, as her head started to pull up, as her fingers balled into fists. She started to make noises with her mouth, but they could have been human noises or mere animal noises - I couldn't tell and didn't really care. Continuing to grope her right tit flagrantly, my left hand slid down her body, going in between her thighs, finding her clit, and starting to tease that as well, index and middle fingers rolling around the sensitive nub.

It took her no time at all to come from the stimulation, her pussy tightening rhythmically around my cock, each grip and squeeze running in slow motion. I just grunted, losing myself in the sensation of it, thumping at her hips all the faster with each passing second. I watched her left breast bounce, its size making it just barely visible beneath her torso, while her tattoo twitched and writhed in response to my thrusts, the movements of her muscles beneath it making the whole thing more appealing.

I enjoyed driving her absolutely wild with pleasure, hitting her with orgasm after orgasm. I could play with her tits freely, and she just moaned and writhed, giving up on anything coherent. I made a game out of finding exactly the right angle and pace to make her come again in the midst of a previous orgasm, enjoying the way she quivered, twitched, and jerked, grunting in response to my hard fucking, my fingers squeezing onto her tits as I played with and relished her body.

I lost track of how many times she came, but her body was becoming shiny with sweat, giving her skin a shiny look, making her tattoos look even more striking as they shone with a fresh coat of polish. I finally let time go back to its normal pace, enjoying as I heard her mumbled words. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, ahh, so good, fuck, ahm, it's, ahn," she sputtered incoherently, "you're, you, so close, again, ahm, please, fuck," she gasped out, her voice getting more desperate. I was no longer using my super speed, which meant the sex was now worse for her - though, worse than the godlike level I could achieve by manipulating my super speed. "Please, like before, please, I don't even know your name," she whined out, only now realizing.

Or maybe she'd realized during the intense fucking and tried to ask. I couldn't tell.

"My name's Roger," I told her.

"Roge~er, fuh, funny, name," she said, pussy gripping at my cock with manic energy. "Please, holy fuck, that was incredible, Roger, fuck me nice and ha~ard."

Rather than giving in, I decided to pull out. I'd made her come plenty enough times already, and I was enjoying seeing the way she'd just melted in response to the continuous stream of pleasure. Seeing the cold bitch turn into a mewling wreck for more cock was insanely sexy. She looked over her shoulder at me, needy and upset that I'd pulled out of her. "I made you feel good, White Fox-"

"Himari. You can," she swallowed, "call me Himari."

"Himari. I made you feel good. But, when I do that, it's hard for me to come."

"Wha, aren't you the type of guy who doesn't care about his own pleasure?" She seemed genuinely confused.

"No," I told her. "What kind of guy- whatever," I said, shaking my head. "No, I like orgasming too."

She panted for breath, having by this point mostly recovered from the intensity of the sex. "Got it." She stood up straight, still in her boots, pants still around her ankles, and turned to face me. "Fine. What do you want?" Her tits bounced pleasantly as she wriggled out of her pants. "I'm not a selfish lover. Just, y'know. Some guys, they don't really care if they come."

Was this a Japanese thing? I remembered, vaguely, in my own world, hearing there was more social expectation that women be dead fishes in Japan? "Not this guy," I repeated.

"Right. So what do you want?"

"Does your power have any sexy uses? I don't actually know what it is," I admitted.

"Not unless you want to fuck a giant fox." She took a deep breath. "Take off your clothes, I feel underdressed in just my boots now that I'm facing you," she added.

I grabbed my shirt and pulled it off, enjoying as her eyes devoured my naked upper body. I also wiggled my way out of my pants, and her eyes fell on my thighs, staring at them for a particularly long time. "I want a titfuck." She didn't seem to know what that was. "Uh, I think it's called paizuri in Japanese?"

She raised one eyebrow. "Seriously? I guess you are a freak, fucking a woman who doesn't even know your name."

"I'm not gonna do it again if you keep being rude to me," I told her.

"What? Being a freak in the sheets is a good thing."

"Whatever, just put my dick in your tits and squish them up and down." She stared at my cock for a second, then dutifully dropped to her knees, wrapping those full, luscious breasts around my cock. They felt nice - soft and warm around my cock. They were unmarred by her tattoos, but the sleeves that ran all the way from her shoulders to her wrists added an interesting character, as her fingers gripped her tits nice and tight around my cock. I groaned softly in pleasure at the feeling, and she started to pump up and down, raising and lowering her whole upper body, moving more with her hips than her hands as she ground her tits into my cock.

"If I get you off, we'll fuck again, right?" She asked, as she continued to bounce her tits up and down my dick.

"Not literally right now, I have to get back to work, but yeah," I told her.

"Fuck," she breathed out. "Yeah, work. I think my smoke break's gone a little long," she said, tightening the pressure on my cock still further. I grunted, pumping my hips slightly, and she started to shift her breasts independently, pushing one up as the other went down. "Come on," she grunted, squishing my dick tighter. "You got to fuck this nice tight cunt, now you're getting your titfuck request met, so just come. Get that spunk all over me. Nut. Just nut. Don't hold back for my sake."

"Why would I possibly do that?" I had done that during the actual fucking, but for a titfuck, under a time constraint? "I just want to come." I reached down for her nipples, playing with one in either hand, teasing them with my thumb as her tits squished all around on my cock. She let out a hot breath as I worked them over, a faint flush appearing to her cheeks. "These are some nice tits. Big and soft," I noted, fingers pinching her nipples.

"Yeah, the dick's nice too. Big and hard. Great combo," she said. She bit her lip, then just started to really slam, rapidly pumping her hips up and down to stimulate my dick further, doing something that simulated a proper hard fucking with her tits. "Come on. Get your nut. Nut in my tits. Come on my fat tits. You like them, so you want to get your spunk all over 'em, right? Come for me. I want to feel your spunk coating them, all sticky and gross. I want to get you off."

Her breathing was growing heavy from a mix of exertion and arousal. Her face was pink, her hair sticking to her face awkwardly in places. I continued teasing her nipples as best I could, enjoying the perky nubs sticking out from pink flesh. "God, your tattoos are so hot," I told her, and she actually smiled at that. "Seeing that full back tattoo of yours as I fucked your pussy. I want to pound you from behind again, and soon."

"Right after work," she agreed. "Your place? I'll lie down on the bed and you can plow away. That's what you want, right? Ride me? I just need you to come. Come in my tits. Make that stuff splurt out. Coat me in your nasty juices, just get them out, white and sticky and salty and hot. That's what I want. If you don't do that, we can't fuck," she breathed, and I started to pump my hips again, practically fucking into her tits.

I pushed her up against the stall door, making her shuffle backwards, and in the new position, it was easier for me to start to ram away at her tits. My dick plunged towards her face, and she looked forward at it, though she didn't open her mouth, just staring at it as it emerged and retreated from the valley of her tits. I had taken over control of the pacing, so she was left to just try to stimulate me with her hands, massaging her tits around my dick as I worked. She would squish them both together, then raise one and lower the other, then loosen, then press, never letting me quite know what sensation was coming next.

It felt really damn good, and it didn't take me that long to come. "Nnngod," I groaned out, and just erupted, hot cum ending up splattering against her chin, her neck, and all over the inside of her cleavage. I sighed as I finished coming, pulling out of her tits and admiring her as she fell to her knees for the moment, wearing nothing but her boots, spunk dripping on her chin.

"Haaaa... fuck," she breathed out, going over for the toilet paper. "Roger the accountant," she breathed, as she dabbed at her tits and chin, smearing and cleaning off cum, before depositing it in the toilet. "Nice to meet you. Fuck, hang on, toss me my pants and give me your number, alright?"

"Yeah, sure," I said, dutifully throwing the pants at her feet - she got out her phone, and I recited my phone number as I got dressed myself. "Just so you know, I fuck a lot of women."

"I sort of guessed," she said, with a little chuckle, still somewhat out of breath as she continued trying to dab and clean herself completely of cum. "Ugh, gonna get some cum on my top, I think."

"You said to come on you."

"Because I wanted you to come, and I didn't want to suck your dick after it got all my juices on me! It makes a mess," she noted.

Eventually, we were both properly dressed and got back to work.

Well, I got back to work - I have no idea what she did.

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