Chapter 726 – Shortstack Slut. [Erotic Content]

Chapter 726 – Shortstack Slut. [Erotic Content]

“...and that was also when I first choked somebody. To be fair, Eliza was practically begging for it,” John finished the recounting of events, a response to the question if and when he had joined the mile-high club. Having retold it in quite a bit of detail, he managed to get both of the girls present heated up. He had also activated the Libido buff on flirting a little bit ago, so that was likely another factor.

Not that either Worlina or Rave were wanting in Libido.

“Those were good times.” His girlfriend couldn’t help herself but slide a hand up the inside of her thigh and run a finger over her crotch. Creating a rather visible cameltoe and dark slit in her white yoga pants this way, it was blindingly obvious that she had her mind on continuing on to the next set of the program.

Something that Worlina entirely agreed with. “That was the last question for today,” she announced, fanning some air into her cleavage with the pad. “If you want to, we can now get into the porn part of porncast.“

“If we want to...?” John asked, not for clarification, but for something that he felt was missing in that sentence.

“If you want to, master, mistress,” Worlina immediately understood and John smirked.

Rave smirked and, still touching herself, sighed lustfully, “Good girl.” Two words that made Worlina shudder visibly with pleasure. Since John had found out that she was a rather strong masochist through Observe before, Rave was also aware. He wouldn’t have kept such a juicy detail from her. “John, can ya be a darling and pick out what we’ll use along with her?”

“Sure,” the Gamer agreed, giving his girlfriend the first opportunity to sample the goods. While he walked over to the shelf and chest, he moved the ever-present Mandala Sphere into position to follow what was happening. There was no way he would miss the next part.

He scanned the tools and Rave stood up. Swinging her hips, she walked over to Worlina’s chair. The goblin turned a bit greener, as blood flushed through her skin in lustful anticipation. Without any words, Rave bowed down and pressed her glossy, pink lips on the red-painted ones of the show host.

The power dynamic was immediately obvious in every single way. Rave pushed the much smaller woman deep into her chair. One hand on Worlina’s throat, John’s girlfriend dominated the kiss through skill, passion and raw strength. Fondling her left tit at the side, the Lightbearer leaned in further, until she suddenly snapped back.

“There is a lot to play with on tiny little you.” She grinned, only to get a gasping moan in response. There wasn’t more she could get past the choking grip. After slapping the goblin’s tit, its jiggle partly suppressed by the bra, Rave let her hand wander down. Her index finger trailed over the (now shown to be definitely flat) tummy of her ‘victim’, over the taut skirt, and finally to the edge of said skirt. Once there, she pushed the black fabric up and properly revealed Worlina’s panties.

They were surrounded by the visible green of her thighs, cut off and slightly squished in by the rim of her stockings. Dark red and of fine lace, they dug into her pussy with wet tightness. Taking a short pause to seductively lick and suck on her fingers, Rave then proceeded to slip her hand into the panties. Just as her fingers sunk into the goblin’s pussy, Rave eased her grip enough for Worlina to take a breath. Moaning and gasping, she reached up to the back of the chair, just to hold onto something.

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun with you,” Rave said in a loud whisper, doubtlessly so the viewers could hear it as well. “Nice and squishy short thing. Be a good tool to get my boyfriend off and we’ll make sure your beautiful ass will get the spanking it so desperately craves.” There was a long pause during which only Worlina’s moans and the wet rubbing of her cunt could be heard.

The longer the pause went on, the more annoyed Rave looked. Her grin turned into pressed together lips and her brows almost met in a semi-angry stare. Finally, the hand masturbating the greenskin stopped and she slapped Worlina’s face, only to grab it firmly afterwards.

“What do you do when your mistress compliments you, cocksleeve?” the Lightbearer asked in an aggressive tone.

“T-thank you, missstressss,” Worlina pressed out her answer as hastily as she could, clearly on the edge of orgasm.

Suddenly seeming appeased, Rave smiled again. She played the part of the dominatrix really well. “Good girl,” she purred, her fingers resuming her work and even hastening it. Worlina’s moans became louder and louder, then turned into a series of muffled shouts, underlined by the smacking of lips. While kissing the masochistic host, Rave yanked down the blouse at the cleavage. The magnificent, large breasts popped out, having been barely contained from the start. The light orange colour of the nipples was unusual, but harmonized much better with the green than pink would have. Grabbing one of the already erect nipples, Rave pulled, just as her fingers finished the submissive off.

Spasming in the U-shaped confines of her chair, Worlina pressed her large chest intensely against Rave’s hand. The Lightbearer’s fingers partly vanished in the green spill of soft goodness. The wet sounds between the legs intensified, as gushing liquid eased Rave’s rapid movements even further. The kiss broke and made way for Worlina to throw her head back and shout out her orgasm.

And standing behind the chair, she saw John. “What do you say when your mistress gives you an orgasm, slut?” he asked just as he moved one of the wooden elements and made it snap into a usable position. He didn’t receive an immediate response, Worlina was too busy staring at the giant tent in the Gamer’s pants. “Answer,” he growled a command.

“Thank you, mistress!” the shortstack exclaimed, then let out a long, post-orgasmic sigh, as the reward of obedience spread through her nerves.

“You’d do better if we didn’t need to remind you of everything,” Rave reprimanded and pulled back to stand straight. “Imma get back problems if we’re gonna do all of that stuff down there,” she broke the play for a moment.

“Guess we have to test how much these chairs can do.” John pressed the lever responsible for raising the entire construct. The seating started at the height of John’s calves and rose all the way to below his hips, before coming to a stop. An acceptable level, all things considered.

For some reason, Worlina looked absolutely adorable up there. Sure, John’s own legs wouldn’t have been anywhere close to connecting to the floor at that height, but half a metre made quite the difference. With her tits spilling out of her cleavage and the panties that were now more wet than dry, she also looked supremely sexy. The heavy panting and slightly undone bun only added further depravity to the situation.

“You know, I was really looking forward to ruining her look myself,” John complained.

“Awww, I’m sorry,” his girlfriend apologized in an equally mocking, earnest and playful fashion, a very odd mixture.

Worlina teasingly cupped her breasts with her hands. “There’s still more to ruin, stud,” she moaned, twisting her nipples.

“Stop,” John commanded, without the magic. Regardless, she obeyed, at the harshness of his tone. “What makes you think you have any right to speak up unless addressed, Worlina?”

“Worse, what makes ya think ya have any right to touch yourself.” Rave shook her head. Worlina hastily let go off her own lady bits. “Seems like she needs some discipline, tiger. Ya got the stuff?”

“Of course,” he responded and handed her two cuffs that he had temporarily stored in his inventory. The other two he kept to use himself, sharing the work. With well-trained movements, they proceeded to wrap the cushioned leather around her wrists and ankles, then proceeded to bind her into position with black rope. They also tilted the backrest backwards a bit in the process, to get her into a near-lying angle.

Worlina didn’t struggle, while her hands were chained to a post behind her back. Her legs were folded, lower legs pressing into her thighs, and knees resting on her shoulders. They were fixed in place through tight bindings, wrapped several times through holes in the armrests. By the end, her body was just one neat, tiny bundle of a stocking framed, round ass, squished together, heaving tits and a flustered, green face. The red-framed glasses harmonized with the rest of her slightly displaced outfit, sitting tilted on her nose. She wasn’t even looking through them, her flustered gaze going right over them and into John’s eyes.

“Co--- yssss, mastaaaah, fff-“ uncontrolled sounds sometimes escaped her screaming mouth.

“Cumdumps don’t get to talk,” John growled warningly, something she failed to – could not - notice. Her screams continued, only grew louder when he twisted her nipples and aggressively fondled her squishy tits as ‘punishment’.

“Listen to your master,” Rave managed to get a coherent sentence out, despite her own glassy, barely present gaze. In a flash, her hands wandered from the backrest to Worlina’s throat and squeezed. “Bad girrrrllll,” John’s girlfriend declared, although the sharpness was taken from her word thanks to the intense moan that escaped her. Just as her fingers grew tighter, her and the goblin’s pussies constricted as well.

In that moment, he could barely move, and was interested only in setting off the orgasm that had been building up. His hips jerked forwards, seed spluttered deep into Rave’s pussy and was loaded directly into Worlina’s womb, the tip of John’s cock pressed against her cervix.

They squirted. They both squirted all over his groin and the floor. Rave was silent, completely overtaken by the climactic debauchery. Displaying a dumb-fucked expression, no doubt similar to the one Worlina had on her face, currently hidden behind the Lightbearer’s arms, she tensed and loosened all muscles in waves of ecstasy. Each wave caused a new gush of love juices to taint the carpet.

John wasn’t even close to done though. Paralysed for only five seconds, he resumed moving and went at it just as intensely as before. There was one short moment where Jack stopped. “Fuck... my butt... tooooo!” Rave managed to exclaim between spasms and moans. Sliding into her back door was done within a few seconds. Not with the usual elegance, but she clearly didn’t care for some minor pain at the moment.

He kept up the insane pace, the sound of his hips smacking against Worlina’s ass basically indistinguishable from a well-delivered slap. Indeed, the affected area turned greener over time, but John had no care. Sometimes he heard the goblin’s voice, gargling cock-drunk nonsense, when Rave let her breathe. Otherwise she was fulfilling her role as a sentient fleshlight wonderfully.

Racing towards the finish line, John soon came a second time. He dropped half of the load inside her, watched her tiny body bloat a little bit in response to all the semen being pumped into her, then pulled out and spread the remainder over her blouse and stockings.

Moments of orgasmic tension passed and suddenly faded. Heavily breathing, John stood over the goblin, cock still quivering and dribbling drops of cum. Rave’s hand loosened as she threatened to collapse to the side. Jack caught her, held her for half a minute, then she had recovered enough to stand on her own.

“Oh, I love you,” Rave gasped, forcibly normalizing her breathing. “Gaia in everywhere, I came hard there... what now?”

“Now... you help me get her out of there,” John said and gestured at Worlina. Between her spread legs, thick globs of cum oozed out of her quivering quim. They ran down between the hills of her firm ass. A fantastic display that John seared into his memory. Not one meant to last, though.

The ropes were removed quickly, the cuffs left in place, however. John dismissed his double, he wouldn’t need help for what followed. He and his girlfriend had a silent understanding for the next step.

Worlina was unresponsive, only quivered and moaned from touches. That was, until they had lifted her off the seat and placed her on the floor. Once down there, something in her brain must have flipped back on. Some semblance of sapience; although, judging by her behaviour, it must have been raw, instinctive sentience.

She immediately stretched towards John’s cock, but he stepped back to keep out of her reach. Like a dog being baited with a treat, she continued crawling. Something Rave soon decided should be made harder, binding the arms together behind her back.

“Let’s see how great of a cocksucker you really are, Whore-lina,” he said and grabbed her by the hair. The bun, the last part of her outfit that had gotten away relatively unscathed, was completely ruined by the time he had dragged her over to his chair on the other side of the table. Her stumbling, numb-legged steps didn’t help her much.

Once he sat down, Worlina on the floor in front of him, he put his cum and pussy-juice covered cock on her face. “Don’t suck it,” he commanded, and thanks to the magic in those words, even the craving goblin understood. She only looked through her glasses at the massive member, panting audibly. All of her was a complete mess.

Rave made it a bit better by ripping open the tainted blouse after sitting down next to the goblin. The breasts dropped down, nothing holding them anymore. They sagged more than John preferred, were juicier than firm. His girlfriend made those thoughts unnecessary by gripping them and rolling them greedily in her hands. Naked, only wearing stockings and glasses now, Worlina was less of a chaotic visual.

“You’re totally knocked out by my boyfriend,” Rave laughed into Worlina’s long ear. Nothing indicated the goblin had understood her. “Man, girls outside our harem have, like, no stamina.”

“Don’t be too harsh on her, she is still present enough to suck my dick,” John let out an underhanded compliment. “Which you may now do, Worlina. Impress me.”

He barely got to say the last two words; the greenskin moved as fast as she could to get his cock off her face and into her mouth. Sloppily, hastily, she started bobbing up and down in his lap, taking half of his length with every movement. John appeared bored, sitting in the chair with both arms on the rests.

Her technique wasn’t too bad. That was to say, nine months ago, she would have probably been one of the best he ever experienced. Nowadays, he was pretty sure all of his girls were better than she was. Especially since she didn’t go past that halfway point.

Clicking her tongue, Rave moved one hand off Worlina’s tits and to the back of the greenskin’s red hair. “Ya know, I’m letting ya suck my John’s cock.” She sounded pretty annoyed. “If we’re being that nice, ya better make it worth his while and impress him!”

With a sudden shove, Rave pushed the submissive shortstack all the way down John’s cock. Having her throat forcefully envelop his cock was a new sensation. He groaned, pleased. It was incredibly hot, having his switch of a girlfriend dictate the pace of another woman’s deepthroat rhythm.

Rave enjoyed it as well, first biting her own lower lip, then Worlina’s ear. At some point, she must have also switched to masturbating the goblin. “This bitch is absolutely gushing!” she exclaimed, accelerating the pace at which she made Worlina suck him off. Mindless or not, at least the goblin knew how to properly suck while the rest was being dictated for her.

“Jane...” John groaned, feeling another climax on the horizon. “...cum!”

She did, suddenly and with a surprised shout. Shoving Worlina all the way down to the base of John’s cock, she was also responsible for the movement that set him and, by extension of his seed’s attributes, Worlina off. Squeezing the foam of cushions until the pleasure numbed the sensation of his hands, he felt his balls tighten for the third time.

After her womb, he now filled her stomach with wave after wave of seed. Rave was once more underlining things with her delightful moans as the commanded orgasms let her feel her own release. Time stood still for a little bit while they all revelled in their moments of pleasure.

“Now ya did it,” Rave gasped, the first to recover. Unsurprising, since the commanded orgasms were the weakest John could hand out by far. Not to say they were weak, it was still a proper orgasm, but it was nothing compared to even his fingers. Pulling the totally ruined redhead off John’s cock, her lipstick leaving a bit of a mark on the hard rod, Rave then pushed the shortstack to the side. Gasping for air, her pussy sometimes squirting a little, Worlina just lay there, once more shut down. “Lemme show people how to properly suck ya off.”

“I’m all for that,” John said, already groaning loudly when she had barely taken him in, her tongue already lashing against his weak spot.

And once more, the Newman proved too much for the average pornstar.