Gaming With F*ckpig

When Nora left, I made sure that she was not planning to get a tattoo of my name on one of her bodies. While it was very sexy in the moment, it felt way too serious for me to be comfortable with her doing it.

It was the weekend, so I plopped down on my couch to play some video games, flicking through my (by this point) quite substantial library of games and consoles to find something that looked fun and single player. As I was doing so, though, there was a knock at the door.

If you know someone well, you start to recognize all their littlest signals - the way they breathe, hold themselves, walk - to the point you can intuit which of the people you know is the one knocking at the door. In this case, I recognized the noise as Kate, but I couldn't tell the Kate from this universe apart from the one from Origin. Still, I got up to answer the door. They were both nice girls and really low drama, so if I really felt like playing a single player video game, I could probably talk her into serving as a footstool as I gamed and forget about her, and she'd be happy as a clam.

I opened the door to find her wearing a tight white shirt, shorts, and - from what the fabric revealed - what looked like a microkini beneath both. She was, of course, wearing her choker too, and she held what looked like a shopping bag in front of her as she nervously smiled up at me. "Master," she said, her voice a bit shaky. "Sorry to show up without calling, um, comms between Origin and Secundus are still kind of shaky sometimes."

"It's fine," I told her, and some of her nervousness faded away - I decided to shift my body to let her into my apartment, and she promptly entered, smiling more sincerely as her gaze flicked around, her head leaning forward to look this way and that, trying to confirm we were alone. It did make me curious. "What's in the bag?"

"Ah! I know you like video games, so I went to buy a console. They're a generation or two ahead on Origin," she explained, "and the guy at the store gave me some recommendations for good games that take advantage of the hardware. I'm not super into games, so I hope he didn't steer me wrong."

"Well, we'll have to get the console set up. I'll do that, and you can read me off the games."

"Yes, Master," she agreed immediately. "Er. Do you want me to set it up?" She asked that in a subby, It's my job to do everything, sort of way.

"Do you know how?"

"...not really," she admitted.

"Then I'll do it."

Luckily, the local equivalent of HDMI cables predated the divergence between Origin and Secundus. I was half worried they wouldn't, and Kate being very upset by fucking that up. As I set up the console alongside the existing one, Kate read off the boxes. "Deathly Dark Dreams is a horror survival first person shooter, where your insomniac protagonist has to struggle against the Nightmares, creatures that cross the boundary between our reality and the world of dreams."

"Next."

"Imperium Regnum places you in charge of a squad of loyalist soldiers, in a conflict that spans the continent, for the very soul of the empire."

"Next."

"Station Seven places you in the role of Detective Carlisle aboard one of humanity's first major space colonies, struggling to deal with homicide cases up in the stars. It uses new AI technology to let you interrogate each suspect with voice chat."

"Huh. That sounds interesting," I said. "Is it any good?"

"I don't know, I don't really play video games."

"Well, let's try it out," I said, taking the box from her. I was soon seated on the couch, Kate nervously sitting next to me, hands awkwardly planted in her lap. I mentally inverted the genders - socially awkward guy sitting next to his girlfriend while pointedly not touching her - I casually reached for her wrist, placing it on my thigh.

The game itself was surprisingly good. AI tech in Origin was clearly not true sentients like Alexa (or at least, not the kind they put in commercial consoles), but it was capable of holding up its end of the conversation in real time, and mostly reacting reasonably to my questions. I later learned that they gave each character's AI a complete timeline of the person's last few days - including exactly where they were during the murder - as well as enough personality notes to manage something consistent and with a distinct voice.

Mostly, though, I enjoyed solving the mysteries, and watching it was apparently enjoyable enough for Kate, who - once it was clear I was enjoying the game she'd bought me - relaxed next to me, casually stroking my thigh almost absently.

On the second case, one female character in particular was outrageously flirty. I think she was supposed to come off as a sleazeball, but for me, well, it had a natural effect on me, and Kate noticed, the back of her hand brushing against my erection, then pulled it away as her cheeks glowed.

Now, of course, Kate was a nice girl and thinking of the fact that I was playing a video game and therefore probably didn't want her to interrupt by randomly demanding sex just because I got a bit of a boner. However, she failed to understand that - no, at this point, I would genuinely rather get my boner taken care of than keep playing the game, no matter how interested I was in the story.

So, I paused the game, leaned back, and turned my attention to Kate. "Fuckpig," I said, reaching with one hand to just casually grope her breast through her top, her whole body shuddering softly in anticipation, a little breath leaving her lips. "You noticed I had an erection. Why didn't you offer to take care of it?"

"A-ah, you're playing your game," she said. I continued to crudely grope her tit, and she didn't try to stop me at all, even pushing her tit into my hand, shifting her hand towards my groin.

"You didn't want to distract me? Do you think I care about this video game more than you?"

"N-no, Master," she said, gulping. "Err. Do you?"

"No, I don't. You're my precious Fuckpig." She flushed at that, the glow going all the way down her neck to beneath her shirt, teasing me with the tiniest hint of cleavage. "You also know I have a high sex drive for a man, don't you?" She nodded rapidly at that. "Do I enjoy taking care of my sex drive with your body, do you think?"

"Y-you do," she agreed.

"I see. So all the pieces were already there for you to offer your body for me to get off with." She bit her lip at that, as I continued to grope at her tit through the thin fabric of her shirt. She was squirming by this point, clearly intensely aroused by my treatment of her. "Then, since you're too shy to ask or suggest, I'll just order: Fuckpig, get down on your knees and take out my cock, then put it in your mouth."

"Yes, Master," she said, immediately moving into position with desperate energy, wanting to make up for her 'mistake'. She tugged my pants and underwear down in one powerful motion, my cock springing free in front of her, and she stared at it for only a single moment - though, it was a moment so beautiful that I slowed down time to appreciate it. Her lips slightly parted as she knelt in front of me, her dark grey eyes almost crossing as she appreciated its girth.

Then I unfroze time and she dove for it, wrapping her lips hungrily around my cockhead and just moaning softly as she took my whole length into her mouth. She looked up at me for approval, and I reached down to run my fingers through her hair. "That's a good girl," I told her, my voice soft and reassuring as I pet her. "Well-behaved and quick to work. Seeing you on your knees, my dick down your throat, is always so much better than a video game," I told her. I shifted my grip on her hair, sliding my hand around to take her hair into an impromptu ponytail. Her whole body trembled in anticipation, knowing and loving what was about to come. "You're my perfect little masturbation aid. I don't own any sex toys for guys because I have you and Sow."

She let out a soft mewl, a little noise that I'm pretty sure was some kind of excited arousal - it was hard to tell, with my dick shoved so deep down her throat - and then started to roughly pump her up and down my dick, groaning in pleasure at the wet feeling of her throat being repeatedly penetrated.

She wasn't as well-practiced as this universe's Kate, so she wasn't as quick to start getting her tongue involved again. I didn't have to remind her, though - after just a couple pumps, her tongue did start to get in on the action, wetly flapping against the underside of my dick, her mouth slurping, her cheeks hollowing as she worked me over. I grunted in pleasure at it, and I could see the happiness in her eyes. It wasn't even arousal, really - it was more like she was happy that when I got horny, I decided to fuck her face.

Which, of course, excited me even more. I stood up at that point, ramming away. "Jill yourself off, you filthy little pervert," I ordered her, and immediately, she stuffed one hand into her shorts. The wet noises of her frigging herself were loud enough to be heard over the heavy, wet sounds of my cock getting thrust into her throat. "God, look at you. Sucking dick while playing with yourself." I tried to come up with something suitably degrading for me to say. "Isn't this for girls who have gay boyfriends that can't even stand to look at them?" She mewled around my dick, her eyes peeling back in their sockets, and she actually came at that point.

I peeled her off my cock, enjoying the wet noise of my cock exiting her throat soon turning into a low moan as she came. Her body shivered in front of me, saliva splattering down from my cock and her wide-open mouth onto her tits, staining the white shirt and making the black microkini even more visible than it already had been.

"You're overdressed," I declared. "If you want to be my piggy, you shouldn't be wearing clothes right now."

She was still in the midst of her orgasm when I started to say that, but she jerkily tried to wriggle her way out of her shirt through the orgasm. It was a lewd and obscene sight, but when her orgasm finished, she became frantic to make up for lost time, desperately pulling off the shirt, then getting out of the top, her tits bouncing and jiggling as she hurriedly moved on to her shorts and the black microkini bottom, having already tossed away her socks and shoes at some point in the middle there. My cock pulsed at the show of desperate eagerness on her part - even more when she got back into position, stretching her mouth wide, reaching for her hair to gather it into a ponytail for me to use and fuck.

"So eager," I told her, teasing her as I just rubbed my cock against her lips. Her tongue tried to follow it, her grey eyes making their own moves. "Maybe I'm already done. Maybe I came down your throat with a miserable little orgasm you didn't even notice, because you can't get your master off properly."

"Nuh, no, Master, I, I would have noticed," she said - and then I plugged her mouth up.

"That's right, you would have. A good little piggy who knows when her master comes, since her main purpose in life is wringing orgasms out of him, isn't it?" She nodded as best she could, glugging wetly as my dick repeatedly penetrated her throat. "I bet every day you have to spend back in your home universe, where there is no Roger Cooper to put your throat to good use, you must masturbate to the thought of it, right? Flick that bean of yours, play with your loose pussy?" She glugged but nodded again, her eyes seeming to say nothing so much as, You understand me! I'm so happy you understand me so well, Master!

It was ultimately that that drew me over the edge. I groaned and just started to come, pulling out of her mouth to come all over her face, spraying several long, heavy ropes of spunk across her features. She closed her eyes and took it, mouth wide open, still masturbating as she received her liquid reward.

When I was finished, I slumped back down onto the couch, my pants still around my ankles. My boner was only at half-mast, mysteriously enough. I didn't want to hurt Kate's feelings, though, so I told her: "How about you go wash your face off?"

"Yes," she said. She floated up off the ground, tilting her head to avoid spilling any more cum onto the ground - though, I noticed as she passed, that a couple of drops had splattered across the tops of her tits.

Either way, I pulled up my pants and settled back down onto the couch, listening as Kate cleaned herself off. When she came back, she walked, naked other than her choker, her tits bouncing and jiggling with each step.

"Come here, Fuckpig," I said, patting the seat on the couch next to me. She moved into position quickly, sitting down next to me - only, this time, I casually planted one hand on the side of her head, and her face grew hot as I shifted her down to lie on her side, her cheek on my groin, able to feel the way I was at half-mast. "It's my day off, so I'm feeling lazy. If I get an erection during the game again, I want you to fish it out and suck on it until I come. You can masturbate if you want, I probably won't be fucking you today unless you're a really good girl."

That was a lie, obviously. I was absolutely planning to fuck her again later on. Even now, this Kate in particular was still extremely weak to praise and very easy to manipulate into doing whatever I wanted, because she basically saw me as the absolute perfect dominant who even forgave her for raping him. I wanted her to think, I did a really good job! and believe it, when I finally fucked her that afternoon.

Station Seven was not designed as some type of dating sim for men, and when it did go into a strip club, it was all dudes. I found that particular scene not very fun, but it was over reasonably quickly and I didn't want to upset Kate by complaining, so I just moved on. One character in one of the missions did have unusually large breasts, which made my dick start poking Kate's cheek insistently through the fabric of my underwear and jeans.

Her response was immediate and unprompted by anything other than the feeling of my dick against her face. She casually slid up an inch, turning her head to the side, her hands going down to unzip and unbutton my pants, tugging them open, pulling my underwear down, and letting my cock free.

She didn't say anything. She just obediently, silently, wrapped her lips around my cockhead. She shifted from lying on her side to resting on her hands and knees as she took my dick into her throat, mashing her face down into my pelvis.

In that position, she couldn't even look at me for approval, so I paused the game, put the controller to one side, and softly pet her head. She let out a soft, happy moan, her throat vibrating around my cock, and my other hand slid down her back, fingertips trailing down her spine before I found my way to her pussy. Two fingers slid inside her, making her let out a hot, wet gasp around my dick, her tongue becoming more enthusiastic inside her mouth as she started to bob more incessantly.

"That's a good girl. So well behaved and obedient. You may be a complete pervert desperate for cock, but if I tell you what to do, you do it, isn't that right, Fuckpig?" She hummed enthusiastically around my cock, nodding up and down energetically, before getting back to bobbing up and down my length. I tried to think of how to simultaneously compliment and degrade her, switching genders back and forth inside my head. "I do like having you around," I told her. "You're so desperate for approval and cock, it makes things easy. You do what I tell you to, when I tell you to, and that's all I really want out of you."

I peeled her up and off my cock at that point, wanting to look her in the eyes. I continued to softly finger her as her cool grey eyes met mine, her lips softly parted, looking truly erotic like that, face flush, nipples perky as she stared me dead in the eyes. My cock twitched.

"You know, I bet most people would look at us, and think you're out of my league. A superheroine with a hot body like this," I casually slapped one of her tits, and that was enough to send her over the edge, making her spasm, hips bucking wildly back and forth. "You make a lot of money, too, being from Origin and all. What, like ten times somebody from Secundus?"

"Ahm, ahn, six times, your Kate," she gasped out, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on dry land as she struggled to speak.

"Yet that's because they don't know what a disgusting, perverted little piggy you are. Isn't that right, Fuckpig?"

"Yes, Master! Oink, oink!" She agreed, desperate for my approval. "I'm a perverted pig and I'm lucky you-mmf!"

I shut her up as I pushed her back down my cock, starting to jerk off with her mouth again. Her tits repeatedly smacked into my thigh as I lost myself in the moment, continuing to finger her with one hand as the other jerked off with her mouth. I leaned back in my seat, closing my eyes and just enjoying the sweet, wet sensation of fucking Kate's mouth. Judging by the hot, wet moans she let out around my cock, the way her pussy clenched around my fingers, she was enjoying herself too.

I found a good pace in her mouth, and then slowly ramped up my power, simultaneously slowing the rate at which I pumped her up and down my dick. I think I managed pretty well to keep a steady pace, while my hand in her pussy started to go absolutely crazy, fingers pumping back and forth at a steady pace from my point of view, but becoming overwhelmingly intense from hers.

I could tell it was working, because before I even got to the point of full speed, her mouth was vibrating around my cock as she moaned in raw pleasure. Around the same time that I reached max speed, Kate came again, moaning loudly around my dick as she just twitched and spasmed in pleasure. It felt incredible, repeatedly thrusting into her throat, cutting off her airways, and it didn't take that long before I came, driving her down into my pelvis as I erupted into her throat. She was still coming at the time, my superspeed meaning that what felt like a minute of rough facefucking for me, was just six seconds or so for her.

I held her down as I came, groaning as I let time resume its normal course, my cock pulsing and throbbing inside her throat as I just completely unloaded into her mouth. She quivered in her own orgasm, her choked moans vibrating my dick, and once I was completely spent, I peeled her off, letting her catch her breath.

"Put my dick away," I ordered her, "and go back to your previous position."

It took her a second or so to actually process what I'd said, she was in such a haze from her recent orgasm, but the moment she did, she immediately obeyed, moving in a rush to put my dick away. "Yes, Master," she agreed immediately, before lying down on my thigh and settling back into place. I casually grabbed her hair and shifted her head just a bit, so her cheek rested on my pelvis - then I got back to playing the game.

That's how the day mostly went: unprompted blowjobs from Kate whenever my dick got hard, followed by us returning to playing the video game. She occasionally commented on what was happening in the game, but she was pretty quiet overall. Given her position, I could glance at her tits and ass at any time without her realizing, and given that she was naked and hot, I got quite a few boners, which she always took care of. She'd even stop talking to immediately set to work.

We took a break for lunch - I ordered something in. I did consider making Kate eat on the floor - not literally off the floor, but kneeling next to the table rather than sitting at it - but I wasn't entirely sure it was the right vibe. Making her eat naked was good enough. She ended up finishing before me, and given she was naked, I had an erection that I directed her to take care of, and enjoyed a nice, thorough, enthusiastic, sloppy blowjob from a hot superheroine as I slowly ate my food and tried not to drip on her.

Not that she seemed bothered by the food dripping on her head.

By the end of the day, we'd completed six of the game's ten mysteries, and Kate had been exceptionally well behaved. I'd fully intended to fuck her no matter what, but apparently my earlier promise had really motivated her. She'd fallen into a rhythm of detecting I had a boner, immediately shifting to take it out, immediately sucking it and facefucking herself, and then - when I finished - putting it away. I did finger her quite a bit to make sure she was enjoying herself too, but when I tried not fingering her one time, if anything, she became more enthusiastic and desperate in her blowjob, misinterpreting my lack of touch as a sign of my displeasure with her.

I put down the remote. "You were a good girl, Fuckpig," I said. "Let's see..." I casually traced my fingers along her cheek. "What reward do you deserve? I do want to make sure my perverted piggy knows that she was good." She swallowed, waiting in silence for my answer to my own question. "The problem is, she's such a pervert. Even with having trained Sow, I can never quite know what you're thinking. So. What do you want? Your master is in a very good mood because of all your hard work, so you can ask for anything. What depraved fantasies from your kinky porn do you want to enact?"

She swallowed even more loudly, her voice hesitant and tentative. "...um... tied up..."

"Louder. More clear. And don't just say one thing. Say everything you want. You're a good girl, and this is your reward, but I can only reward you properly if you speak up."

She hesitated, her face slowly turning red, but eventually she managed to force it out. "Tie me up on the bed, and - and step on my pussy, and call me names, Master! A-and then, fuck me!"

"Good girl." I patted her head. "Let's go to the bedroom right now."

I did have plenty of experience with bondage from this universe's Kate, so it wasn't too difficult to have her tied up and spread eagled, her pussy sopping wet from everything that had happened so far today. Her breasts heaved as she drew in deep, ragged, horny breaths, her nipples hard and perky as she looked up at me with anticipation.

I stood on the bed (luckily, my ceiling was high enough that I didn't bonk my head on anything) and started to strip. I took my time, going about it slowly, enjoying the way her eyes lit up as she traced her way across my abs, my chest, my stomach. My cock throbbed and pulsed in its confinement inside my pants, and I finally tossed aside my shirt in one dramatic movement - I threw it at Kate, though, and it flopped against her face.

I had to reach down to move it, but she spoke up before I could toss it aside. "I-It smells like you!" She squeaked the words out desperately, and I knew what she wanted, even as her cheeks turned bright red, probably inwardly cursing herself for what she'd just said.

"That's cute. You're cute," I told her. I laid the shirt over her mouth, tilted so the armpit was basically directed right at her nose, and she drank in the scent as I stood back up, her nostrils flaring, her clit throbbing, her pussy gushing.

My pants went next as she stared, her nostrils continuing to drink in my scent. I casually took off my underwear last of all, my hard, throbbing cock exposed to open air.

At that point, though, I went into pure dominant mode. I planted my foot against her pussy, grinding it into her, making her squeak and gasp as I pressed down on her clit, her body trembling in arousal. She was trying to keep her head steady, but it was hard, and my shirt was slowly slipping off her face. "Look at you," I told her. "This is what you want. You want a man to step on your cunt. You want to be stripped naked and mistreated like this. You're such a disgusting pervert, you know? Most guys would never, ever do this for you, but I do. Do you know why?"

"Ahm," she got out, trying to come up with an answer before ending up accidentally knocking my shirt off her face altogether. "Ap!" She sputtered, trying to turn to retrieve it with her mouth for a second before miserably giving up.

"It's because I feel sorry for you. You have fat fucking tits, a nice ass, a taut tummy," I explained, grinding my foot down into her cunt. "You're rich. You're literally a superhero. Yet you have to come over here and present your needy cunt to a complete slut who will fuck almost anybody who asks. A man who already knows and accepts your kinks because he worked through them with your alternate universe self. You're such a pathetic woman, unable to attract a man on your own. It's not even genetic - Kate hit on me first, did you know that? You're just the pathetic loser alternate version of her."

At that point, she came, spasming and jerking on the bed, her hips bucking up into my foot as I ground down into her. She moaned wildly, head rolling from side to side as her eyes unfocused.

"God, look at you. It's no wonder you can't get a boyfriend. You're coming like a quickshot from having your pussy stepped on." I paused for a moment, then smiled as I came up with a deliciously sadistic idea. "Wait. Is it that you're pent up from sucking my dick all day? I tried to make sure you came, since I wasn't sure if I could get it up to your loose, sloppy pussy, but were you just faking all those orgasms?"

"No! No, I am a quickshot, Master! I'm sorry to be such a quickshot! You did good, you made me come lots, thank you, thank you," she gasped out. She was desperate to reassure me, and it was honestly cute and sweet.

At that point, my raging hard-on couldn't take much more, but I gave her one more thing, casually stepping along her body and planting the foot that had been grinding into her pussy - wet on the underside - into her face. My weight pressed down on her stomach as I stuck it right in her face. "Lick it. Kiss it. Thank it, piggy. This foot just gave you an orgasm, after all."

"Thank you! Thank you!" Her voice was desperate, her lips pressing against the underside of my foot. "Thank you for making me come, Master, thank you for stepping on my pussy, and now my face, too," she added, her tongue delicately stretching out tentatively, and then more energetically as she decided my foot wasn't that bad.

At that point, I could not contain myself. I stepped back and got down in between her legs, grasping her thighs to heft her pussy up, lining my cock up with it. My dick throbbed and pulsed at the entrance to her pussy, and I drove it inside her in a single, furious thump of my hips.

I grabbed my shirt, wiping her face up with it, dabbing away what mess had been made over the course of the day, while she just mewled and twitched beneath me, her pussy going wild around my dick. I thumped casually and hard at her hips, her body jerking in place as I fucked into her. Once I was satisfied I'd cleaned her face up enough, I tossed it aside.

"That's it, Fuckpig. Just come as much as you want. I'm going to treat your body like a jerkoff aid now," I told her, my hands sliding up to her tits, groping one in either hand, the soft, full flesh surrendering beneath my grasp but never actually provoking any pain from the woman herself no matter how rough I got with her. "This is your number one use, you know? If I have to waste my time catering to your personal perversions, I probably won't even manage to come. So just get yourself off however many times you want. It does feel kinda nice when your loose pussy tightens up enough I can actually feel it."

She mewled again, moaning as she spasmed beneath me, tits jiggling, and she actually started trying to actively grip my cock in her cunt, working those muscles consciously, rather than just from her orgasms. Hot breaths spilled out of her mouth as I fucked away at her, just ramming away. I really did not bother to worry about her pleasure at that point.

Luckily, Kate was a bit of a quickshot, and that was in fact dialed up to eleven by the fact that I'd just been stepping on her cunt, degrading her, and that she'd spent most of the day naked on my lap. She came hard on my dick within a minute or so, and then I leaned down over her, mashing my lips forcefully up against hers. Her tongue dangled futilely in her mouth as she spasmed and moaned beneath me, as I stole a kiss from her like that. Her pussy tightened and clamped up on my dick, her tits mashed up into my chest as her back arched, and I just groaned atop her - and came.

I blew my load, hard, inside her, just gushing thick globs of cum all over her waiting pussy. I hadn't used my powers to drag it out or anything, so it had probably taken only a minute or two from insertion for me to come as well. I groaned into her mouth, and once I was spent, I casually pulled back from the kiss, looming over her and looking down at her, her eyes half-lidded, dazed and horny at once. My cock throbbed in her pussy...

But my stomach grumbled.

I hadn't eaten dinner. "Ugh. I gotta order a pizza or something," I told her, casually pulling out. "You want anything?"

"A-ah?" She squeaked at the question, and I slapped her tit.

"Do you want a pizza, or should I only order one?" I repeated, as if she was deaf and stupid. She just swallowed.

"U-uh, a cheese, I guess," she told me. "Medium."

"Alright. Stay there," I told her, going to find my pants and grab my phone. As I loaded up the pizza app, I wondered how much she'd enjoy it if I just handfed her on the bed? I'd probably have to present it right, but it'd be pretty easy, and then she'd still be bound up when we got done eating...

Yeah, it could work fine. I ordered us two medium pizzas, then took a quick shower before getting dressed in time for the delivery.

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