Asher felt like Saitama during his hero test in One Punch Man. It was glorious, but first the back story. Usually a Police Academy goes on for 4 months or so depending on the location. Thousand Oaks was no exception. However, there were always outliers. Someone transferring in would need to take tests and classes for local Police Departments, or military personnel would come in not wanting to go through such a long course when they know most everything.
This left Asher able to take a crash course on policing in the area and get quickly certified. There was the boring stuff of course, like learning laws and standard operating procedures for this and that; but there was also the fun stuff.
“Begin,” the instructor said.
Asher picked up the AR-15. Switching off the safety it felt familiar in his hands though he had never held one. It must be part of his Gunfighting skill. Heading into the obstacle course his eyes scanned everywhere. His Policing skill was in full force today.
At the first intersection he peaked out from the hall. A cardboard cutout of a perp Ash fired once hitting him between the eyes. No time to think much he headed in that same direction, clearing doors and rooms he quickly moved through the cinderblock building. When he finally came to the boss room he didn’t hesitate to fire between the bad guy’s eyes as they hid behind a civilian.
“Time,” his instructor said from behind. “You know you’re supposed to try to negotiate with them right? And shooting with a civilian in the way is a big no-no.”
“Oh come on,” Ash said. “You saw my accuracy, she was never in danger.”
“Whatever,” his shadow said. His name was Jim Clark. He was an older man, perhaps in his 40s. Crew-cut, graying hair, rough skin. He was the classic drill sergeant in Ash’s eyes.
“How’d I do on time?” Ash asked.
“You sped through most of it, so I’m gonna say, passed at least. Boss did say you were a special case,” Jim said, making a mark on the sheet of his clipboard. “I’ll say you passed the accuracy test too,” Jim said, making another mark.
“Wait no. I’ve never fired one of these before,” Ash said looking at the AR. “Got anything bigger?”
“You’ve never fired one, kid?” Jim asked. “How the hell were you in the military and never fired an AR-15?”
“Uhh,” he tried to say.
Amanda cut in for him. “He was in a special unit,” she said walking up. “Ignore this guy, he’s an idiot.” Amanda was his other shadow for the test. Since she would be his partner in the police force they were given the special opportunity to hang out all the time. She was a little tall, taller than Tiff at least. Long dark naturally curly hair. She actually had a Detective System.
“This is my chance out of vice, so don’t screw this up,” she whispered as Jim walked away.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a salute as they followed.
“I’ll seriously kill you,” she rasped. “Mess around and I’ll ask Tiff to cut off sex.”
“Psh good luck with that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “How about offer your body to her, she might be more motivated then. Who can say no to this?” he asked, showing her his body. He was in a tactical SWAT outfit that said TRAINEE on the back. Pockets everywhere, black jeans, he didn’t sweat much despite the July heat. “Just talk to Tiff, I’m sure you can have a taste again.”
She cursed and caught up to Jim, but Ash didn’t miss the blush on her face. He chuckled as they went to the next test. This was running a mile connected to a heart monitor on a treadmill. Ash put it up to max incline and speed and jogged his shortest mile yet, 4 minutes 1 second. He could have gone faster but the treadmill didn’t go higher.
Then it was lifting weights with a heart monitor. He stacked the sides of the 45 lb bar with 45 lb weights. It was 765 lbs and he curled it, lifted it over his head one handed, held it in his arm straight out. The weight felt like nothing compared to the 1,000 pound he and Abby worked out with.
By then Jim was cursing up a storm. He tried lifting it himself to make sure Ash wasn’t tricking him somehow. This caused Jim to pull something in his back and need to be relieved.
“Where’s the jumping test?” Asher asked, smiling broadly.
“It’s not funny,” Amanda said. “We all knew you would be fine with this part. You still need to be able to pass the general knowledge test, general police test, and also the NDIT, which is your detective test. If you can’t do any of these then you will not be able to join as a contractor.”
“Have you passed all these?” Asher asked.
“I did. They weren’t too terrible, but I had to study like crazy.”
“And what’s your Intellect stat?” Ash asked.
“20,” she admitted.
“Ha, mine is 25,” he bragged.
“25? I thought you put yours all into strength,” she said angrily.
“I did, but remember our little Kryptonite episode. While you got flying, I got super intellect,” he bragged.
She thought for a moment. “I think I got the better end of that deal,” she said with a smile.
After thinking about it Asher thought she did too. He began cursing under his breath as he remembered the night. While fun, his friends flying around had been very jealousy inducing. “With all those tests I prepared everything you should need to know,” Amanda said as they walked into the library on the police academy grounds. It was a large room with bookshelves of course. Tables laid out he and Amanda were the only people there.
“What do I need to study?” He asked, looking around.
“Everything on these tables,” she said pointing to 4 large tables in front of them. There were files stacked on every square inch of them. “There are past cases, and case studies on these 2 tables. They will be required for the detective exam. On the other tables are police procedures and laws. You will need to remember law codes, exact wording, and most everything. With a stat of 25 it should be easy for you,” she said with a smile. Looking back at him with a smile she appeared to enjoy the sad look on his face.
“Well, get to work,” she said. “You have a week.”
—-
Asher had spent 3 days so far in the library. He had hoped to read everything and remember it all word for word, he wasn’t so lucky. It took focus to use his stats. Just like with his strength it wouldn’t happen automatically. He needed to have no distractions. Originally he had sped through everything. Amanda had given him a practice test and he failed miserably.
Why did he need to know why this law was 1332.1 and another was 4557.1.2? Why did it matter that before asking for someone’s license and registration he first had to notify dispatch, and request backup. This wasn’t crap he learned from TV. It was all guns blazing, and theres a bomb so cut the red wire duh. Not this make sure the mass murderer has his feelings checked with a therapist before you kick his ass.
A part of him also knew this was important. Amanda had told him of the fall out after his attack on Nicolai’s mansion. There had been reporters to deal with, and lawyers, and even the Russian mob. Wayne had to personally destroy the video evidence of Asher, or else it could have ended up in someone else’s hands. This would have further endangered everyone around Ash, especially Tiff. If he wanted to protect the people he loved and stay out of prison he had to do this.
So he studied. His first try was an utter failure, thus he had to focus. After his last raid he knew he could stay up for 4 days straight if pushed. Reading and focused for 3 days in a row had taken it out of him, but now his stats came to the rescue. He remembered word for word everything he looked at.
He did sneak away once a day for his sparring sessions with Abby. And of course his daily romp with Tiff and Zora, but mostly he read. The girls stayed busy sourcing all the materials they needed. Tiff was getting together a budget, and it was going to be in the millions this time. She spent a lot of her time researching more Roleplays for bigger and bigger scores. Zora spent a lot of her time around the Guild Hall. Getting to know people, learning names, she was the new defacto general assistant for Tiff.
Zora luckily was more than happy to do it. She had such a bright personality. Everyone knew her name within a week, and most preferred dealing with her over Tiff. Though she had run the guild for her dad day to day, she was a little too sarcastic for most people’s taste. Zora was a people pleaser. If she couldn’t do something for you she would at least try, and if that didn’t work people were still happy with the outcome.
She had also spent a great deal of time decorating their apartment. Though Ash usually wanted to come home and have sex right away, Zora made him hang this or that painting, or move the bed for the 12th time. By the end of the week they had a home. Along with all that she also cooked. In her flower apron, and small form she was the cutest housewife anyone could ask for. Tiff agreed, she didn’t know how she survived before her. Not that they took advantage of her. Tiff and Ash had to clean and help her cook, but Zora thrived in the home.
Tiff had also shown her the money books. Apparently they still had almost half a million sitting between different offshore accounts. Zora was thus able to contact her folks, send them some money to help, and also buy them plane tickets. She planned on visiting with all of them in Iowa the week before the Countdown was supposed to finish, then Ash and Tiff could meet them all when they came to California right before the Countdown ended. Then if anything bad really did happen, at least they would know her family was safe.
Most all of this was planned during Ash’s week of Police Academy. But he had wished his academy time was more like the movies with the laughs and hijinks, instead of this episode of Matlock or some other lawyer drama that he felt like it was. At least until she walked in.
Bursting through the doors in a tight plaid skirt and button down white shirt, she wore her hair in a bun with glasses on her face. A smile quickly spread to Ash’s mouth. Her pink and blue hair was too distinguishable to be fooled by the disguise. Yet he played along as she walked closer.
| Roleplay Skill Activating |
Quin stared at the pages fretting over his test. He had spent weeks there researching. What he was researching he couldn’t remember, but it was important, that was for sure. About to dig into another pile of papers he was stopped as she leaned in front of him. Her ample cleavage spilled out in the white button up shirt as she bent over further and further.
Quin couldn’t stop his eyes from staring, when he looked up to her face slowly his cheeks were beet red in embarrassment. “You’ve been rather noisy,” she said. Pulling a pencil out of her hair bun she ran the eraser end over her lips.
“No I haven’t, I swear,” he said with a loud gulp.
“Yes you have,” she whispered as she walked around the table to stand next to him. “Do you know what we do with noisy boys at the library?” She asked, beginning to rub his shoulders.
“No,” he whispered through a groan of pleasure. With so much reading and stress he didn’t realize how stiff he was. It helped that the librarian was surprisingly strong.
“We make them pay fines,” she whispered in his ear.
He did have a lot of money, but a part of him said to lie. “I uh don’t have any cash on me,” he stammered.
She chuckled at that. Like some lustful older woman in a hentai, the only thing missing was for her to start saying ara ara. “There are other currencies we can take,” she said, turning his face to her.
“Like a credit card?” He asked with an innocent look on his face.
The librarian nearly broke at that. She turned her head and looked the other way while covering her mouth. Her chest jumped like she was keeping back a cough. Quin watched happily as her breasts bounced. When she finally composed herself she said, “No, you idiot. With your body.”
“Ohhh,” Quin said innocently. “I mean, if you want,” he said shyly. “But its my first time Miss Librarian.”
“Don’t worry. I think you’ll be a natural,” she said as she dropped to her knees. Unzipping his pants she reached inside to pull out his large member. She cooed happily as she began rubbing it up and down. Her strong grip made him groan. The librarian unbuttoned her shirt more to let her breasts spill out. A long glob of saliva dripped from her mouth in between her breasts.
She then moved herself closer to his crotch and wrapped his hard dick with her melons. Quin looked down at the spectacle and groaned. Bending down he began kissing the librarian as she pumped his junk.
“That feels soooo good,” he said in between kisses.
“Good, I got a new saliva skill with my level up,” she said happily. Quin ignored that comment to delve into it later. The librarian continued stroking him slowly. Despite the little spit she had used her breasts glided up and down him masterfully.
All the while they continued to kiss until a loud thump sounded. Looking over they were brought from one another’s gazes to see the small girl on the other side of the table. She was in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit, much like the look of the librarians. This time along with a plaid skirt she wore fishnet stockings.
“Here is the money,” Zora said, opening the briefcase of oddly colored bills. “Please let my boyfriend go from the fines he owes.” She breathed heavily like she had run there.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” the librarian said, still giving him a wonderful titjob. “He has racked up too many. Now, if you join us, I might be able to make sure everything is covered.”
Then the librarian dropped her head and began to suck the head of his dick in between her breasts. Quin moaned in pleasure. He looked over to Zora. “I think she means it,” he said. “Come watch to make sure she doesn’t take more than she’s owed.”
Zora smiled cutely as she walked around the table. At his back she began rubbing his shoulders. Quin remembered a fantasy like this long ago, the reality was much better. One girl in his crotch, the other kneading his tense muscles he groaned. It wasn’t long before he said, “I’m gonna-”
“On our faces,” the librarian ordered. Zora then moved around to bend down next to the librarian. Their tongues out they both had hands on his dick as they jerked him hard. He was soon shooting ropes of cum onto them. He was amazed how much he had built up in a few short hours. Some made it in their mouths, but they had expertly shot it to cover every inch of their faces.
Quin sighed heavily when they were sure they got it all. Raising his pheromones he directed the mana at them as they began licking white cum off one another’s faces. A part of him had to say it, “Actually this was my Paris fantasy.”
The girls smiled at him, apparently they knew. Then they were back to the roleplay. “I don’t think this is enough,” the librarian said, looking at the briefcase on the table. “Let’s consider this a deposit.”
“Oh no, what else is needed?” Zora asked. Her hands were molesting the librarian’s tits happily as she said it.
“I think the offender knows how bad he’s been, and needs to show how sorry he is,” the librarian said after some thought.
Quin stood up nearly smacking them in the face with his dick. He moved the papers and briefcase on the table to the side. Pulling up his girlfriend he set her on the table. Then dragging up the librarian he pushed her against the table edge. Lifting up her skirt he slid his dick inside her dripping vagina, his Ahegao and Pheromones would make short work of the librarian.
With one hard thrust he entered her from the back. The librarian gasped happily. “Play with her tits,” he ordered his girlfriend. She began to suck on one of the small nipples on the large breast. The librarian squealed in glee as she came. Her legs were shaking. “Quiet in the library,” he ordered as he covered her mouth and began pounding into her. She took in deep gulps of air through her nostrils as Zora began kissing her way up to her neck.
Quin moved his hands from her mouth so Zora could quiet her with her own mouth. Her small hands mashed and squeezed the large melons. All the while Quin pounded away inside her. She came 2 more times before he sheathed himself all the way and filled her up. The librarian moaned happily with the feeling as her legs shook and she squirted a little.
“Your turn,” he said to Zora. Then they were switching spots. Since she was so much shorter than him he had to lift her a little to line her pussy up. He slammed into her as well as his strong hands held her in place. The librarian gave her the same treatment she received, playing with Zora’s nipples with her mouth. Only this time she began to rub her clit from the front. Before long she squirted forcefully on the table and Quin.
He never stopped fucking her. Her legs dangled in the air as he held her body in place. It took a few more strokes until she was cumming again. Her floating legs shook in pleasure as she screamed.
“What the fuck?” Amanda yelled as she walked in the door. Quin didn’t stop. A notification had appeared at some point so there was a large briefcase full of cash that had spilled on the floor as he fucked his women.
“Need money for the guild,” Tiff said. “Wanna join?”
Amanda looked around scared. There were a few cameras pointed at them, but Quin wasn’t worried. Soon she was joining them. Licking Quin’s cum from Tiff he fucked Zora until she was unconscious. Then Tiff let Amanda have a turn. With his new pheromone skill she was cumming instantly and after the 5th powerful one she had to tap out. Then it was Quin and Tiff again. Her jumping on his dick while he sat on the chair.
“I love you,” he grunted as he watched her work. Her plaid skirt was covered in juices.
“You better,” she said happily. Turning around on his dick she sat on his lap. Legs straddling his sides she began grinding into him. “It’s such hard work to make money for us.”
“It is. But worth every second,” he said as he pulled her in for a kiss. Filling her up for the 3rd time she sighed happily.
“This is the life,” she said leaning into his chest.
He agreed, but he didn’t agree that they were done. Standing up he grabbed her sides and lifted her up. He needed to show her how much better he was at using his strength. He then began fucking her. Raising her body up and dropping her down on him she moaned in pleasure as her feet now dangled in the air.
Asher felt like Saitama during his hero test in One Punch Man. It was glorious, but first the back story. Usually a Police Academy goes on for 4 months or so depending on the location. Thousand Oaks was no exception. However, there were always outliers. Someone transferring in would need to take tests and classes for local Police Departments, or military personnel would come in not wanting to go through such a long course when they know most everything.
This left Asher able to take a crash course on policing in the area and get quickly certified. There was the boring stuff of course, like learning laws and standard operating procedures for this and that; but there was also the fun stuff.
“Begin,” the instructor said.
Asher picked up the AR-15. Switching off the safety it felt familiar in his hands though he had never held one. It must be part of his Gunfighting skill. Heading into the obstacle course his eyes scanned everywhere. His Policing skill was in full force today.
At the first intersection he peaked out from the hall. A cardboard cutout of a perp Ash fired once hitting him between the eyes. No time to think much he headed in that same direction, clearing doors and rooms he quickly moved through the cinderblock building. When he finally came to the boss room he didn’t hesitate to fire between the bad guy’s eyes as they hid behind a civilian.
“Time,” his instructor said from behind. “You know you’re supposed to try to negotiate with them right? And shooting with a civilian in the way is a big no-no.”
“Oh come on,” Ash said. “You saw my accuracy, she was never in danger.”
“Whatever,” his shadow said. His name was Jim Clark. He was an older man, perhaps in his 40s. Crew-cut, graying hair, rough skin. He was the classic drill sergeant in Ash’s eyes.
“How’d I do on time?” Ash asked.
“You sped through most of it, so I’m gonna say, passed at least. Boss did say you were a special case,” Jim said, making a mark on the sheet of his clipboard. “I’ll say you passed the accuracy test too,” Jim said, making another mark.
“Wait no. I’ve never fired one of these before,” Ash said looking at the AR. “Got anything bigger?”
“You’ve never fired one, kid?” Jim asked. “How the hell were you in the military and never fired an AR-15?”
“Uhh,” he tried to say.
Amanda cut in for him. “He was in a special unit,” she said walking up. “Ignore this guy, he’s an idiot.” Amanda was his other shadow for the test. Since she would be his partner in the police force they were given the special opportunity to hang out all the time. She was a little tall, taller than Tiff at least. Long dark naturally curly hair. She actually had a Detective System.
“This is my chance out of vice, so don’t screw this up,” she whispered as Jim walked away.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a salute as they followed.
“I’ll seriously kill you,” she rasped. “Mess around and I’ll ask Tiff to cut off sex.”
“Psh good luck with that,” he said, rolling his eyes. “How about offer your body to her, she might be more motivated then. Who can say no to this?” he asked, showing her his body. He was in a tactical SWAT outfit that said TRAINEE on the back. Pockets everywhere, black jeans, he didn’t sweat much despite the July heat. “Just talk to Tiff, I’m sure you can have a taste again.”
She cursed and caught up to Jim, but Ash didn’t miss the blush on her face. He chuckled as they went to the next test. This was running a mile connected to a heart monitor on a treadmill. Ash put it up to max incline and speed and jogged his shortest mile yet, 4 minutes 1 second. He could have gone faster but the treadmill didn’t go higher.
Then it was lifting weights with a heart monitor. He stacked the sides of the 45 lb bar with 45 lb weights. It was 765 lbs and he curled it, lifted it over his head one handed, held it in his arm straight out. The weight felt like nothing compared to the 1,000 pound he and Abby worked out with.
By then Jim was cursing up a storm. He tried lifting it himself to make sure Ash wasn’t tricking him somehow. This caused Jim to pull something in his back and need to be relieved.
“Where’s the jumping test?” Asher asked, smiling broadly.
“It’s not funny,” Amanda said. “We all knew you would be fine with this part. You still need to be able to pass the general knowledge test, general police test, and also the NDIT, which is your detective test. If you can’t do any of these then you will not be able to join as a contractor.”
“Have you passed all these?” Asher asked.
“I did. They weren’t too terrible, but I had to study like crazy.”
“And what’s your Intellect stat?” Ash asked.
“20,” she admitted.
“Ha, mine is 25,” he bragged.
“25? I thought you put yours all into strength,” she said angrily.
“I did, but remember our little Kryptonite episode. While you got flying, I got super intellect,” he bragged.
She thought for a moment. “I think I got the better end of that deal,” she said with a smile.
After thinking about it Asher thought she did too. He began cursing under his breath as he remembered the night. While fun, his friends flying around had been very jealousy inducing. “With all those tests I prepared everything you should need to know,” Amanda said as they walked into the library on the police academy grounds. It was a large room with bookshelves of course. Tables laid out he and Amanda were the only people there.
“What do I need to study?” He asked, looking around.
“Everything on these tables,” she said pointing to 4 large tables in front of them. There were files stacked on every square inch of them. “There are past cases, and case studies on these 2 tables. They will be required for the detective exam. On the other tables are police procedures and laws. You will need to remember law codes, exact wording, and most everything. With a stat of 25 it should be easy for you,” she said with a smile. Looking back at him with a smile she appeared to enjoy the sad look on his face.
“Well, get to work,” she said. “You have a week.”
—-
Asher had spent 3 days so far in the library. He had hoped to read everything and remember it all word for word, he wasn’t so lucky. It took focus to use his stats. Just like with his strength it wouldn’t happen automatically. He needed to have no distractions. Originally he had sped through everything. Amanda had given him a practice test and he failed miserably.
Why did he need to know why this law was 1332.1 and another was 4557.1.2? Why did it matter that before asking for someone’s license and registration he first had to notify dispatch, and request backup. This wasn’t crap he learned from TV. It was all guns blazing, and theres a bomb so cut the red wire duh. Not this make sure the mass murderer has his feelings checked with a therapist before you kick his ass.
A part of him also knew this was important. Amanda had told him of the fall out after his attack on Nicolai’s mansion. There had been reporters to deal with, and lawyers, and even the Russian mob. Wayne had to personally destroy the video evidence of Asher, or else it could have ended up in someone else’s hands. This would have further endangered everyone around Ash, especially Tiff. If he wanted to protect the people he loved and stay out of prison he had to do this.
So he studied. His first try was an utter failure, thus he had to focus. After his last raid he knew he could stay up for 4 days straight if pushed. Reading and focused for 3 days in a row had taken it out of him, but now his stats came to the rescue. He remembered word for word everything he looked at.
He did sneak away once a day for his sparring sessions with Abby. And of course his daily romp with Tiff and Zora, but mostly he read. The girls stayed busy sourcing all the materials they needed. Tiff was getting together a budget, and it was going to be in the millions this time. She spent a lot of her time researching more Roleplays for bigger and bigger scores. Zora spent a lot of her time around the Guild Hall. Getting to know people, learning names, she was the new defacto general assistant for Tiff.
Zora luckily was more than happy to do it. She had such a bright personality. Everyone knew her name within a week, and most preferred dealing with her over Tiff. Though she had run the guild for her dad day to day, she was a little too sarcastic for most people’s taste. Zora was a people pleaser. If she couldn’t do something for you she would at least try, and if that didn’t work people were still happy with the outcome.
She had also spent a great deal of time decorating their apartment. Though Ash usually wanted to come home and have sex right away, Zora made him hang this or that painting, or move the bed for the 12th time. By the end of the week they had a home. Along with all that she also cooked. In her flower apron, and small form she was the cutest housewife anyone could ask for. Tiff agreed, she didn’t know how she survived before her. Not that they took advantage of her. Tiff and Ash had to clean and help her cook, but Zora thrived in the home.
Tiff had also shown her the money books. Apparently they still had almost half a million sitting between different offshore accounts. Zora was thus able to contact her folks, send them some money to help, and also buy them plane tickets. She planned on visiting with all of them in Iowa the week before the Countdown was supposed to finish, then Ash and Tiff could meet them all when they came to California right before the Countdown ended. Then if anything bad really did happen, at least they would know her family was safe.
Most all of this was planned during Ash’s week of Police Academy. But he had wished his academy time was more like the movies with the laughs and hijinks, instead of this episode of Matlock or some other lawyer drama that he felt like it was. At least until she walked in.
Bursting through the doors in a tight plaid skirt and button down white shirt, she wore her hair in a bun with glasses on her face. A smile quickly spread to Ash’s mouth. Her pink and blue hair was too distinguishable to be fooled by the disguise. Yet he played along as she walked closer.
| Roleplay Skill Activating |
Quin stared at the pages fretting over his test. He had spent weeks there researching. What he was researching he couldn’t remember, but it was important, that was for sure. About to dig into another pile of papers he was stopped as she leaned in front of him. Her ample cleavage spilled out in the white button up shirt as she bent over further and further.
Quin couldn’t stop his eyes from staring, when he looked up to her face slowly his cheeks were beet red in embarrassment. “You’ve been rather noisy,” she said. Pulling a pencil out of her hair bun she ran the eraser end over her lips.
“No I haven’t, I swear,” he said with a loud gulp.
“Yes you have,” she whispered as she walked around the table to stand next to him. “Do you know what we do with noisy boys at the library?” She asked, beginning to rub his shoulders.
“No,” he whispered through a groan of pleasure. With so much reading and stress he didn’t realize how stiff he was. It helped that the librarian was surprisingly strong.
“We make them pay fines,” she whispered in his ear.
He did have a lot of money, but a part of him said to lie. “I uh don’t have any cash on me,” he stammered.
She chuckled at that. Like some lustful older woman in a hentai, the only thing missing was for her to start saying ara ara. “There are other currencies we can take,” she said, turning his face to her.
“Like a credit card?” He asked with an innocent look on his face.
The librarian nearly broke at that. She turned her head and looked the other way while covering her mouth. Her chest jumped like she was keeping back a cough. Quin watched happily as her breasts bounced. When she finally composed herself she said, “No, you idiot. With your body.”
“Ohhh,” Quin said innocently. “I mean, if you want,” he said shyly. “But its my first time Miss Librarian.”
“Don’t worry. I think you’ll be a natural,” she said as she dropped to her knees. Unzipping his pants she reached inside to pull out his large member. She cooed happily as she began rubbing it up and down. Her strong grip made him groan. The librarian unbuttoned her shirt more to let her breasts spill out. A long glob of saliva dripped from her mouth in between her breasts.
She then moved herself closer to his crotch and wrapped his hard dick with her melons. Quin looked down at the spectacle and groaned. Bending down he began kissing the librarian as she pumped his junk.
“That feels soooo good,” he said in between kisses.
“Good, I got a new saliva skill with my level up,” she said happily. Quin ignored that comment to delve into it later. The librarian continued stroking him slowly. Despite the little spit she had used her breasts glided up and down him masterfully.
All the while they continued to kiss until a loud thump sounded. Looking over they were brought from one another’s gazes to see the small girl on the other side of the table. She was in a Catholic schoolgirl outfit, much like the look of the librarians. This time along with a plaid skirt she wore fishnet stockings.
“Here is the money,” Zora said, opening the briefcase of oddly colored bills. “Please let my boyfriend go from the fines he owes.” She breathed heavily like she had run there.
“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” the librarian said, still giving him a wonderful titjob. “He has racked up too many. Now, if you join us, I might be able to make sure everything is covered.”
Then the librarian dropped her head and began to suck the head of his dick in between her breasts. Quin moaned in pleasure. He looked over to Zora. “I think she means it,” he said. “Come watch to make sure she doesn’t take more than she’s owed.”
Zora smiled cutely as she walked around the table. At his back she began rubbing his shoulders. Quin remembered a fantasy like this long ago, the reality was much better. One girl in his crotch, the other kneading his tense muscles he groaned. It wasn’t long before he said, “I’m gonna-”
“On our faces,” the librarian ordered. Zora then moved around to bend down next to the librarian. Their tongues out they both had hands on his dick as they jerked him hard. He was soon shooting ropes of cum onto them. He was amazed how much he had built up in a few short hours. Some made it in their mouths, but they had expertly shot it to cover every inch of their faces.
Quin sighed heavily when they were sure they got it all. Raising his pheromones he directed the mana at them as they began licking white cum off one another’s faces. A part of him had to say it, “Actually this was my Paris fantasy.”
The girls smiled at him, apparently they knew. Then they were back to the roleplay. “I don’t think this is enough,” the librarian said, looking at the briefcase on the table. “Let’s consider this a deposit.”
“Oh no, what else is needed?” Zora asked. Her hands were molesting the librarian’s tits happily as she said it.
“I think the offender knows how bad he’s been, and needs to show how sorry he is,” the librarian said after some thought.
Quin stood up nearly smacking them in the face with his dick. He moved the papers and briefcase on the table to the side. Pulling up his girlfriend he set her on the table. Then dragging up the librarian he pushed her against the table edge. Lifting up her skirt he slid his dick inside her dripping vagina, his Ahegao and Pheromones would make short work of the librarian.
With one hard thrust he entered her from the back. The librarian gasped happily. “Play with her tits,” he ordered his girlfriend. She began to suck on one of the small nipples on the large breast. The librarian squealed in glee as she came. Her legs were shaking. “Quiet in the library,” he ordered as he covered her mouth and began pounding into her. She took in deep gulps of air through her nostrils as Zora began kissing her way up to her neck.
Quin moved his hands from her mouth so Zora could quiet her with her own mouth. Her small hands mashed and squeezed the large melons. All the while Quin pounded away inside her. She came 2 more times before he sheathed himself all the way and filled her up. The librarian moaned happily with the feeling as her legs shook and she squirted a little.
“Your turn,” he said to Zora. Then they were switching spots. Since she was so much shorter than him he had to lift her a little to line her pussy up. He slammed into her as well as his strong hands held her in place. The librarian gave her the same treatment she received, playing with Zora’s nipples with her mouth. Only this time she began to rub her clit from the front. Before long she squirted forcefully on the table and Quin.
He never stopped fucking her. Her legs dangled in the air as he held her body in place. It took a few more strokes until she was cumming again. Her floating legs shook in pleasure as she screamed.
“What the fuck?” Amanda yelled as she walked in the door. Quin didn’t stop. A notification had appeared at some point so there was a large briefcase full of cash that had spilled on the floor as he fucked his women.
“Need money for the guild,” Tiff said. “Wanna join?”
Amanda looked around scared. There were a few cameras pointed at them, but Quin wasn’t worried. Soon she was joining them. Licking Quin’s cum from Tiff he fucked Zora until she was unconscious. Then Tiff let Amanda have a turn. With his new pheromone skill she was cumming instantly and after the 5th powerful one she had to tap out. Then it was Quin and Tiff again. Her jumping on his dick while he sat on the chair.
“I love you,” he grunted as he watched her work. Her plaid skirt was covered in juices.
“You better,” she said happily. Turning around on his dick she sat on his lap. Legs straddling his sides she began grinding into him. “It’s such hard work to make money for us.”
“It is. But worth every second,” he said as he pulled her in for a kiss. Filling her up for the 3rd time she sighed happily.
“This is the life,” she said leaning into his chest.
He agreed, but he didn’t agree that they were done. Standing up he grabbed her sides and lifted her up. He needed to show her how much better he was at using his strength. He then began fucking her. Raising her body up and dropping her down on him she moaned in pleasure as her feet now dangled in the air.
