Mira Spoils Roger

Like all animals, humans seek to reach the limits of their environment. This dates back to the first of our ancestors that left Africa, seeking new horizons, and continues into the modern era, with humans reaching out their hands to explore the Americas, Antarctica, and even the Moon. Those species that failed to do this, failed to propagate themselves widely and prolifically, and died out. As such, written deep into the very fundamental basics of human psychology is the desire to expand our horizons.

That's why when Mira came into my office, wearing a grin and giving Xico only a passing glance, I accepted the offer she made: "Hey handsome boy. Wanna fly?"

I had honestly expected a jetpack, not a helicopter ride, but I certainly wasn't complaining as we took off. She was wearing a helmet, her hair in a French braid as we rose into the sky, the loud whipping of the helicopter blades filling my ears. My gaze went out over the city's skyline as we began to rise. "It's a gorgeous sight, just like yours truly," she said. She paused for a moment, tilting her head to one side. "You know, terminal velocity isn't that high - like two hundred miles per hour in a standing position."

"That sounds pretty high to me," I countered.

She let out a small laugh. "No, it's actually you I was thinking of - if you fell out of the helicopter, wouldn't you be able to hit the ground at just a tenth of that? At least from your point of view, since your power manipulates physics instead of biology."

I paused at that idea. "I have no idea."

"Testing," she said, reaching over for me and giving me a light punch to the shoulder. "Now, use your powerrrrr," she said, as her hand came in for a second strike mere moments after the first. I obediently slowed down time, watching as her hand came towards my shoulder. It was slow, but not that slow - it took a second or two for it to impact my shoulder, and it did, indeed, do significantly less damage than the first one that hit me. She pulled her hand back. "So?" She asked, as time resumed its previous speed.

"The second punch was significantly weaker than the first. Not that I'm taking the risk."

"Obviously, you'd only hit the ground if I pushed you out of the copter, which I'm not going to do. I'd go to prison, and I'd never get to pay you back for your insane fucking. You are a goddamn... gift to womankind," she said, with a sexy smile on her lips. "I hope you appreciate that, because I sure as hell do."

Was she trying too hard? I tried mentally flipping the genders, and it definitely seemed that way. "Thank you," I decided on, making her laugh.

"Hey, anytime, handsome. Give me a smile, sugar," she said, leaning towards me, her lips meeting my cheek for just a moment before she turned her attention back to the flight. "This is the great city of New York! City so nice they named it twice. He looks gorgeous from up here, wouldn't you say? All those sharp lines and rugged good looks," she said. "And the phallic symbols are enormous, too," she added, with a grin on her lips. I let out a laugh of my own at the absurdity of her statement. She paused in her monologue for a moment, then spoke again. "Come on. What is it? The thing that makes you different from other men."

"I'm incredibly attractive, an attentive lover, and have low standards," I told her.

She laughed at that. "That's just a description of me," she replied, grinning as she did. "Hm," she hummed. "Are they that low, though? I mean, you're fucking me, a superheroine, Xico, also a superheroine, Priscilla, Esther, Kate, Penelope, Nora, Tsuru... why, these women are all superheroes!" She declared as if it was a surprise. "My goodness. Is that how Kate recruited you? She appealed to your cape fetish?"

"She appealed to my money fetish, by offering me a million dollars," I said. "If I was employed somewhere else, I'd also be fucking lots of girls."

"In-ter-esting," she said. "Did you, at your last job?"

"Mostly I looked at cute pictures of puppies online," I told her.

"Awww, that's an adorable hobby. Less adorable if you mean the ones with the stupid captions like, 'doggo want cuddlezzz' and 'no more kisseses???'"

"I'm afraid it was those ones."

"Blech," she said, though it was more playful than anything else. "Now I have to decide whether or not to fly into the ground to spare the Earth another puppypic memer."

"There are so many, you'd be doing worse to your cause by sacrificing your life to take down just one," I told her, and she nodded.

"True, true. It's a story as old as time - you know, in Pompeii, they had graffiti that read, Ne flammam in cunno tuo permittas. Which sounds profound because it's Latin, but it means, Don't let the flame burn in your cunt. Just a ruder way to say not to let a loon in your poon. But maybe - I can fix you? Quench the fire of madness that makes a man repost puppypic memes."

"Oh, I don't repost them," I reassured her.

"Praise the heavens for small favors," Mira said. "Anywhere you want to go in particular? The whole city spreads out beneath us, and I've got air traffic override because I'm a superhero."

"Please don't abuse that privilege for my sake," I said, and she scoffed.

"I abuse all my privileges, for the sake of enjoying myself. But alright. One long tour around the city," she declared, as we began to make a circuitous flight, the skyscrapers and streets looking different from above like this.

* * *

It was honestly nice, just flying over the city - but once we were done, naturally, Mira took me back to her mansion in a limo. She caught me glancing out one of the windows at her pool and adjoining hot tub, and hummed. "Hmm. Want to take a quick dip in the hot tub?"

"I don't have a swimsuit," I told her.

"I know," she replied with a wink, leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. "Don't worry, I'll be naked too. You don't have to feel awkward... unless that's too far for you?" She asked. "It's alright if it is. I always feel like I can't quite tell where your limits are."

I considered it for a moment. "Would we be able to have sex in the hot tub?" She laughed at that, grinning this wry smile, and nodded. "In that case, yes."

"I'll go turn on the tub, then," she declared, quickly stepping outside. She almost felt like she was moving with superspeed, with how fast she got the bubbles and heat turned on, and then she darted back inside. "It'll take a few minutes to get properly ready. Hmm... what to do in the meantime..." she said, pressing one finger to her cheek as if it was a seriously difficult question. Then she snapped her fingers. "That's right. I know something that takes just a few minutes, is great fun for both of us, and doesn't require any work on your part. Take a seat, handsome, and let this talented lady take care of you," she said.

I let her sit me down on her couch. I could just about hear the babbling of the hot tub as it bubbled, through the windowed door that led outside; I was quite distracted, however, with her smile as her fingers unzipped my pants, peeling them down around my ankles. I just sighed as my hard cock popped free, and she let out a soft laugh, fingers reaching up to stroke it. "Quite the piece on you," she breathed out, her fingers stroking it softly. "Maybe I'm a bit too much of a size queen," she noted, before her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and then she smoothly slid down my entire length in a single, slow movement.

It felt incredible, the way her throat just squeezed tight around my dick, her tongue busily rubbing along the underside. My hand reached down for her head, softly running through that lovely red hair of hers, admiring her flushed cheeks, her hazel eyes staring lustily up at me. It was a wonderful feeling, and a great view, too. A hot billionaire on her knees sucking me off, that tongue of hers busily sashaying back and forth as she held herself in my groin. Her nose pressed against my pelvis, where I still kept myself bare of hair just to make it easier on my partners.

She hummed around my cock as she held herself down there, her hands softly brushing back and forth along my thighs as she stared up at me. She then swallowed a moment later, the sensation making me groan as her throat squeezed around my dick delightfully. I just panted, shivering in place, thighs wobbling, and she hummed in wicked approval, this noise of sheer, self-indulgent pride. Then she slid back, slowly, methodically - and only up to the tip, keeping her lips wrapped around my cockhead as she rested there, quietly suckling around my dick. Her eyebrows wiggled up at me, challengingly, delightfully, playfully, and it was hot as fuck as she stared me dead in the eyes as she caught her breath.

My thoughts went back to Lope, fucking her face, the way she reacted with raw glee at the idea rather than being insulted... but different women were different, same in this world as in my own. "Can I fuck your face?"

She nodded, a sly grin in the corners of her eyes, and I just gathered her hair in a pair of long, impromptu pigtails. It was an intensely sexy sight, the tall, debonair billionaire having her hair bunched up like some stereotypical schoolgirl. My cock throbbed in her mouth, and I just got started, pounding her up and down with rough, forceful movements, my balls slapping at her chin as I did so. It felt truly fantastic, just slipping into her throat over and over, and she took it with practiced skill, her tongue wiggling excitedly on the underside of my dick.

She acted like this was just encouragement to her, as I pounded her on my length. Her hot breaths around my cock tickled my length, when she wasn't humming, slurping, or twisting her head around and around on my cock. Her eyelashes fluttered, as she got pounded up and down on my cock, that tongue of hers twisting, twisting, around and around on the underside of my dick as she worked me over. She'd suck, slurp, breathe, pant, do everything she could think of to stimulate my cock. When I'd have some near miss, just grinding her down in between my thighs, she'd hum with desire, daring me, begging me, ordering me to come down her throat, with this manic, infectious energy.

It was unbelievably hot, and I honestly had no idea how I held out as long as I did. Sometimes I'd use my superspeed, more by instinct than anything else, slowing down my perception of her movements so that every tedious slip and slide of her tongue along the underside of my length served to further stimulate me.

Then, suddenly, she pushed against me, popping off my cock with a hot, wet noise as it left her mouth. My length just twitched and throbbed in the air, threatening to explode, and she grinned up at me as her fingertips stroked it, this soft, gentle movement that was more teasing than anything else. "Had a great idea. Go get in the tub," she said, giving me a wink as she rose to her feet. She almost absent-mindedly removed her clothes, and I watched her go, staring as she shrugged off layer after layer until she was naked, and then staring at her nice sculpted ass before she finally went around a corner.

I had no idea what she was planning, but I did know that her sexual tastes were generally making me feel as good as possible, so I headed out to the tub, shrugging off my own clothes and zipping inside rather than leaving my naked body exposed for longer than a fraction of a second. Yeah, it was her back yard, but I still had that vague concern that somebody might be watching me from somewhere - it wasn't like I was accustomed to this kind of thing. I hopped in the tub, enjoying the bubbles and the warmth, my raging hard-on obviously not going down one single lick as I sat on the inner ledge.

Just a minute later, Mira arrived at the hot tub, a grin on her lips as she held some device that looked vaguely like a hypospray from Star Trek. She was, otherwise, completely naked before me. "This little baby oxygenates your blood," she told me, with a wink. "Can you think of any use a girl might have for that, when she abandoned a guy in the middle of a blowjob?" She stepped into the hot tub, actually sitting down for a moment, then letting out a laugh. "I'm sorry, I'm teasing too much," she told me, before diving under the surface and sucking my entire cock into her mouth.

It felt amazing. The warmth of the tub, the feeling of her tight throat around my cock, and all the pent up pressure from earlier. She just held herself down there, her tongue wiggling around excitedly, brushing my dick and sending little currents of water against the rest of my length. I groaned and gasped as she worked me over underneath the water's surface, the bubbles keeping me from seeing her. It wasn't as if I could actually identify any, damn, thing, like being blindfolded, left to only be aware of the intense pleasures of her mouth, tongue, throat, and lips around my dick as she held herself down for a period of time that just stretched on, and on, until at last I came.

It was a jerky, desperate thing, my hips bucking fruitlessly against her face, my hands balling into fists beneath the surface of the water as I fired hot cum down her throat in successive bursts and waves. Pleasure washed over me along with the water as I simply laid there, panting and twitching in pleasure, filling her stomach with my seed for long, long moments, a period of time that felt like eternity. When I was finally finished, slumping against the edge of the tub, she peeled up and off my cock, finally emerging from the water's surface, taking in a single deep breath as she shook her head, the red hair stained dark with the waters as she looked at me, a smug grin on her face. "Want a round two?" She teased, holding up that device. "It's got enough for another minute or two," she told me.

I definitely wanted a round two - but not like that. My hands went for her hips, earning a laugh of surprise and pleasure as I repositioned her body against mine, her perky nipples pressing against my bare chest as I angled her so that her sex teased my dick. Then I thrust up inside her without hesitation, just filling her up. "You're such a damn tease," I breathed, as my tongue started to lick across her wet skin, enjoying the salty taste of her as I bounced her on my dick.

"Tease?" She asked, with a hot pant of pleasure. "You must have, a real messed up, sexual history, to think a girl blowing you, is just teasing," she said. I was furious in my force with her, just pounding her on my dick like a wild man. She leaned into me, twisting my head with a gentle press of her fingertips until we were kissing. I groaned into her mouth as that tongue of hers started to play with my own, darting in and out, teasing my gums as she bounced furiously on my dick. Her sex was tight, her inner muscles working their hardest to bring me pleasure as she tensed and untensed on my cock.

I decided to repay her hard work with some hard work of my own. With one hand, I gripped her hips, keeping her bouncing on my cock at a frantic pace, her breasts bouncing and brushing against my bare skin; with the other hand, I started to play with her clit, my fingertip brushing along it, making a repetitive, circular movement, hot gasps escaping my throat, my hips bucking up into her as I enjoyed myself like that. She'd shiver intermittently, and I slowly accelerated my perception of time, gradually overtaking her control of the situation through her muscular cunt, to switch over to me being in control of it due to the sheer lethargic feeling of her own body - and my own increasingly wild, ridiculous, and over the top pace.

Around the point at which I was going three times as fast as her, the tables had definitely turned. She was more panting and gasping in pleasure into my mouth, her cheeks flush as we made out, than twisting her tongue around to tease my gums. Her pussy squeezed not with intent and an eager, giving energy, trying to make me come, but with a raw, animalistic pleasure, her inner walls working over my cock each time she orgasmed. It felt fantastic, and I just groaned and fucked her ever harder, my superhuman speed seeing my cock slam deep inside her at what, to her, were superhuman speeds - while to me, they were merely incredibly intense speeds.

I lost track of time, and not just because I was running at ten times speed. I was keeping her bouncing on my cock at a pace close to my absolute upper limit, rolling my finger around her clit so fast that her eyes just rolled up and she gave up kissing me. At some point, she wound up plastering her cheek against my shoulder, and I left her clit alone, instead grabbing her hips in both hands and pounding away with a wild, frenetic energy. For her, it had to have been a truly absurd speed, as she jiggled and bounced atop me, her nipples scraping my bare flesh as I practically just used her.

The intensity of it may have been enormous for her, but I was no longer stimulating her clit, so eventually, she managed to gather enough of her senses to start mumbling softly in my ear, these staggered little lines: "Guh, good for you?" "Mmm, horny, aren't you." "Damn, you, just, love it," and the like. They were all the sexier for the way that she was so obviously, so clearly, trying to reestablish some degree of control and confidence as she bounced on my dick like a jackhammer.

When I finally did come inside her, I just gripped her by the hips and held her down. My fingers dug into the soft flesh there, grinding my pelvis up into her as I sprayed burst after burst of cum inside her. She let out a sigh of relief, a giddy thing as she twitched atop me, grinding her pelvis into mine, her engorged clit brushing against me in pleasure as she enjoyed herself.

Once I was totally spent, she peeled herself up and off me, letting out a soft laugh as she plopped down on the seat next to me. "You really do take a lot out of a girl," she said, then hummed suddenly. "Is the thing that's different about your world, that people have significantly higher sex drives?"

That was surprisingly close to the truth, but not quite - so I got to shake my head. "Nope. Try again," I said, idly reaching for her ass and giving it a grope. She let out a laugh at that.

"I don't think I want to try much of anything," she said, shifting in place so that her arms rested on the edges. "Lucky that Tsuru's in Korea right now. I don't think I could do much for her sexually at the moment." She tilted her head back, just lounging and basking, showing off her breasts in a way that showed she had absolutely no understanding of just how lovely they were.

"I can take care of her when you can't, don't worry," I told her, making her laugh again.

"Good. Make me competitive so I find a second wind. Do that when you fuck me until my legs are jelly when Tsuru's here - or, you know, don't fuck me that hard. I'm sure she'd like it even more, girl's practically a pillow princess." She paused, glancing my way. "Does it really not bother you that I'm with another woman?"

"Nope," I said, being able to be completely honest about it. I wasn't really one of those guys who was into lesbian stuff, but it certainly didn't trigger any feelings in me of... jealousy or disgust?

"Puhh... most guys, it'd bother, you know?" She said. "I mean, I love Tsuru, she's special, but I like dick too."

"Especially mine, I hope," I replied, and she laughed at that comment, a smile on her lips. She gave me an idle smack, then leaned in to kiss my cheek.

"Yours is pretty good," she told me, with a grin, relaxing against the edge of the hot tub and just breathing softly. I enjoyed a companionable silence with her.

* * *

Mira stared at the newspaper article. Yes, Much Needed Inquiry was a complete rag which had never published a single worthwhile bit of news, and yes, its importance to anybody who mattered was approximately nothing... but it was an unpleasant thing. Particularly given that her tits were out in the picture. Obviously, the MNI people - if indeed one dared call them people - had blurred out her breasts to avoid the potential of obscenity charges, but the article itself...Mira Stone's New Lover?The billionaire genius Mira Stone, also known as Titania, was caught by an anonymous photographer in a hot tub with an unknown man. According to sources, she has been seen with him on multiple occasions before - has the notorious rake finally fallen in love? What will this mean for Stone Industries in the future?

It then proceeded to spend around a thousand words saying nothing whatsoever more than that. They clearly didn't even know who Roger was. Its 'sources' may have been entirely fictitious, but unfortunately claiming that she had been seen with Roger was not actually libelous, even if it had been untrue, which it wasn't. There were two major worries - she actually quite liked Roger, and not just because he fucked like a tiger and didn't mind that she was with another woman, and it was possible that he'd blame this on her somehow, damaging their very pleasant relationship. She could already figure out that the photo was taken with a heavy zoom through a tree line that had been opened because one of her neighbors had been landscaping and rearranging things, but of course she should have figured that out before it became a problem.

The other worry was what stupid fucking gibberish the board would say about this. Realistically, it was no one's business how many hot pieces of ass she fucked, but unfortunately the world was full of the sort of moron who would tank her stock. She didn't care if her stock got tanked, obviously, she was rich even beyond it and had more important things to worry about, like the current status of her backchannel contacts with the Venusians, or whether their putterwarp was actually working or if it was statistical noise, or any of dozens of other things. She should have been able to fuck every damn man on the planet if she so pleased, but some people considered it a sign of an overactive libido that might cloud her judgment.

Or, perhaps, it was more related to the fact that the man in question here was her coworker, and arguably her underling, since he wasn't an actual team member of Star Heroic, just a civilian contractor.

She really should have been more paranoid about photos being taken. She'd have some new trees planted.