Chapter 28: Picking Aisha Up
Aisha Laporn lived in one of the solidly worst apartment buildings I had ever seen. Even from the outside, it looked decaying, a large chunk of the top story having been apparently gouged out by a Pokegirl at some point and just... never repaired. There was still carpeting in what, presumably, were once apartments, doors bricked over at the most. Even from the street, you could see that whoever owned this place did not care about the people living there at all.
I found my way through a building that smelled like a wide variety of stray animals, probably because said animals had made various nests inside the building. It had the general air of one of the places Pokegirls that can pass for human go live to hide out. Nobody was going to come down here for longer than the absolute bare minimum, and that most definitely included the landlord. Eventually, I stood in front of the door to Aisha's apartment, took a deep breath, and knocked.
"Did you forget your keys? Jeez," a female voice came from inside, the door opening.
She looked probably even better in person than she did in her file. Since she'd had whatever school photo taken, she'd added vivid pink-purple streaks, started wearing purple lipstick... she was already a pretty hot girl, obviously younger than me but damn cute and sexy all at once. Her chocolate shade wasn't quite as dark as Julia's, but with her short hair and general punk-style, I definitely wanted to coat her dark skin in white. Her build was slim and petite, but she did have a B or C cup up top.
She blinked as she saw that I wasn't whoever she was expecting. "Uhh. Hey, dude. Delivery?" She asked, glancing down.
"No, I'm Samuel Larkspur," I said, offering her my hand. She pursed her lips for a second and just stared at it - I took it back. "I heard you're probably going to threshhold - I'm a Pet Owner, I could keep you out of any trouble."
"Uhh. Huh." She tilted her head, gaze going down to my Pokeball. Her eyes flicked up to me, squinting for a second. "I mean, it's not that I don't believe you, but I'm kinda good already."
"Oh." I guess it made sense - she went to a different school, somebody else must have swooped her up. "Give my regards to whoever the lucky guy is?" I suggested.
"Nah, man. I don't need a Pet Owner. Watch," she said.
I completely lost track of what I was doing. I stood in front of the open door, staring blankly forward as I tried to remember what it was that had brought me to this location. My hands patted at my clothes as if there might be some sign there, and I peered into the apartment hoping for a clue. The apartment was a complete dump - it was just one floor below the roof, and there were multiple plastic containers half-pooled wwith water and the occasional fleck of ceiling, from where rain had hit the destroyed roobs and seeped through the carpet, but there weren't really any clues beyond that. Whoever lived in it, didn't own much of any personal items. I really could not remember what I'd come there for, and it was incredibly frustrating. It was on the tip of my tongue, but it just-
"See?" Aisha said, reappearing in front of me. "I don't need an Owner, so, thought's appreciated I guess?"
"Wait," I said, hurriedly. I definitely wanted to fuck this girl. Julia also wanted me to fuck this girl, since despite not having threshholded yet, she'd already manifested the ability to hide her presence from others' minds... which meant we could do exhibitionist, semi-public sex. "You're poor, right?"
"Nah, I just live here by choice," she said, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, half-considering closing the door on me.
"I came here in a limo my mom owns," I told her. It had just been that the busses running through here were irregular and slow, but it might be the edge I needed. "I can take you out nice places, even pay you if you're willing," I said, remembering how I'd gotten Ms. Cantaloupe.
She paused for a moment, then shrugged. "Sure. Let's see what you can give me, Rich Boy," she said, letting the door close behind her.
"I don't really care about the law that much," I told her. "If you don't thresh into anything dangerous, then you can just come to me to make sure you don't go feral," I explained. "Even if you don't want to be my Pet."
"You've got a Pokeball, so..." Aisha said, rolling her tongue along her lips in a way that I think was an idle, thoughtful movement, but that definitely highlighted them. "Kinda don't want to live in one of those."
"It's for my soulmate," I told her. "She's... she likes it in there. I couldn't keep her there otherwise," I noted, with an idle brush along the surface of the Pokeball - then I pulled my hand away, remembering that when I did that, it blocked Julia's view, and she loved to watch everything I did.
"Yeah?" Aisha squinted at me again. "Well, whatever. Ain't like you can keep me in your rape cave or whatever," she said.
When we got out of the building, her eyebrows rose as she saw that there was, in fact, a limo parked there. "Damn. A real limo." She said, planting one palm against the window with obvious fascination, like she'd never seen one in person. Her other hand came up, and soon she was sliding her fingers across the smooth black surface with obvious interest. Watching the way she moved, the eagerness to every slip of her fingertips, I was pretty sure that I was in - but I did actually have to seal the deal, which was weird to think about. I'd gotten used to every woman I wanted throwing herself at me on flashing my license.
"What do you do for fun?" I asked, thoughts percolating.
"Mostly fuck around in the park," Aisha said, her voice distant and inattentive as she continued to inspect the outside of the limo. "You know. Swings and carousels and spinners and stuff."
Presumably because it was free, or near enough. "If you could do whatever you wanted for fun?" I prompted.
She hummed at that, her brown eyes turning to me with actual interest for the first time. "When I've got a spare buck or two, I play some games at the arcade," she said. "And I've always wanted to try out alcohol, haven't been willing to risk stealing it, though."
I could probably get my mom to let me share a bottle of something with a girl, if I asked. She was fairly permissive and light-handed in general, which is why she had bought Julia's mom from Brownrock and given her a secretarial job at her hospital. If she said no, though, I definitely wasn't going to break her rules for Aisha's sake - my allowance was how I was keeping Ms. Cantaloupe as my personal whore. I took out my phone and sent a quick text to my mom, as I cracked open the door to the limousine, holding it open for Aisha.
"Being a gentleman, huh?" She asked, a playful smile on her lips as she slid inside, sitting down, bouncing on the seat like it was the comfiest thing she'd ever put her butt down on. "Ahh, fuck, this feels so nice," she breathed out, rubbing and wiggling her way into the seat. It made her cute, sexy body move in ways that naturally drew the eye, and I resisted the urge to just lunge at her, settling into my seat across from her. "Cool car, for sure."
"Where will we be going, Sir?" Came the driver's feminine voice over the intercom.
"We could hit the arcade, I'll pay for you to play whatever we want... or you could come over to my place. I've got a Gamestation," I told her. "My mom bought an archive copy for pretty much all the pre-Sukebe games, that's most of what I play." Aisha's eyes were pretty much lit up at that. Since it had been three hundred years and an apocalypse, there wasn't any concerns about copyright - but arcades operated on a different model, so it was going to be about a thousand times more games than she'd ever heard in her life.
"An archive copy? Fuck. You better not be about to throw me in a Pokeball, 'cause it won't work," she said, with a grin.
"Take us home," I said over the intercom. I definitely liked eager, interested Aisha more than bored, disaffected Aisha. "What kinds of games do you like playing at the arcade?"
"The side scrollers," she answered instantly, and I was already mentally filtering through the options for ones that she might like.
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Two hours later, we were both hunched forward, hands on our respective controllers as our characters on the screen desperately tried to jump over the Bullet Bill. This fucking level was a nightmare hell, but Aisha just managed to jump over it; I missed, getting hit by the big black thing and dying. "Yeah, see? You can't step to this," she said, a grin on her face. I poured out more of the wine into her glass, which she'd pretty much drained by this point. As her Toad finally danced across the finish line, she took a long swig of it. "Ahh. Tastes like victory."
"You know this is a co-op game, right?" I teased. It was more playful than anything else.
"And I won the co-op game, on account of you can't time your jumps right, loser," she said, elbowing me. She let out a sigh as she looked at the TV screen we'd been playing on, leaning back for a long moment. "Man... people back before Sukebe really had it good, huh. New video games like this coming out every month, every year... guh, that bastard ruined video games."
I knew what she meant. Modern gaming was mostly a pale imitation of what it had once been. The archive copy my mom had bought was officially published console games, and there were over ten thousand - there were other archive copies with independently developed games for home computers, and there were probably ten or even a hundred times as many of those. Since Sukebe, though... well, games nowadays were mostly a pale imitation, trying to match what teams of hundreds of people had managed. "Yeah," I agreed, after a long second.
We were on the map screen, Mario standing in front of a flag representing the next level, and Aisha put down her controller, wagging her hands as if to clear off the sticky feeling of holding it for way too long. "Alright, alright," she said, as if we were wrestling and she was crying uncle. "I'll suck your dick. Or whatever. You just gotta let me play your video games whenever. And probably some other stuff too, if you've got anything good."
"Cool." We were in my bedroom, so the bed was right there. "How do you want to do it?" I had found that I tended to like all the various differences between girls and let them flow into how I fucked them - and I didn't really have any sense of Aisha's sexual preferences. "We could do a blowjob, or just fucking. Whatever you want."
She pushed her tongue against her cheek as she glanced over at the bed. "Man. I kinda want my cherry popped properly, but I'm not on the pill. It's like fifty bucks, I don't have that kind of money," she said. "I'll just blow you."
I grabbed my Pokeball off my belt, tossing it at the door - Julia popped out as she got there. She was still wearing a sailor uniform, and fortunately I had mostly creampied her and had her pull back on an elastic pair of panties, so she didn't look like a total mess. "I'll go buy some birth control for her, goshujinsama," she said, giving me a wave. I had stuffed a couple twenties in her waistband while we were fucking, and - look this isn't about that particular roleplaying session with Julia. "Nice to meet you, Aisha," she said, giving a small wave to the other girl.
"Uh, yeah. Nice to meet you," Aisha said, with a vague wave.
"Back in a flash, goshujinsama," she said, opening the door and leaving the two of us alone.
There was a momentary silence, then I spoke. "How about that blowjob?" I suggested, clambering onto the bed and lying down on it. She let out a small laugh, then followed me up onto the bed. I gently ran my fingers through her hair as she unzipped my pants, my cock popping free. It smacked her right in the nose, and she cutely jerked back in momentary surprise.
"You like black girls, huh?" Aisha asked, her fingers gently stroking my length.
"I like all kinds of girls," I told her. She just let out a small laugh, leaning forward to kiss the tip of my cock. It twitched responsively, and she wore a smug smile as she moved to wrap her lips around it, starting to suckle on my cockhead. Her gentle hums and moans of pleasure at the sensation were another quiet reminder of her high Pokegirl admixture. "Is your hair just like this naturally?" I asked, when she popped back off, her breath a little heavy with lust.
"Nah, I borrow it from my mom's job," she explained. "I don't want to risk stealing anywhere else, but there, it's pretty much safe, nobody's making sure the girls use the right amount of hair product," she explained, before wrapping her lips around my dick again, starting to slowly worm her way down, her tongue wiggling excitedly along the underside. There was a soft moan that escaped her throat as she moved, her eyelashes fluttering a bit as a hazy look of pleasure appeared on her face.
I just watched, softly running my fingers through her short, black-and-pink hair, her painted purple lips stretching wide around my length - then her nose hit my pubes. She looked up at me, obvious pride in her gaze, and I couldn't help but twitch in her throat - which prompted her to orgasm, moaning and bucking on my cock, keeping her face buried in my groin as she spasmed in ecstasy. Every little noise that came out of her throat vibrated my dick inside her mouth, sending sweet stimulation through my whole length as I twitched in place, balls slapping at her chin.
Eventually, though, she finished her orgasm, peeling back with a wet pop as she left my cock to twitch in the air. Her breath was ragged, her eyes a bit wild with lust as she inspected my dick, one hand coming up to idly, almost instinctively stroke it. "Fuck. Sucking cock is amazing," she breathed out, tickling my cock with her warm breaths, making it twitch in her grasp. "Maybe I could just stay a virgin, y'know?" She asked, glancing up at me. She gave a little playful wink. "Just kidding, sugar daddy," she said.
"What's that?"
"Huh?" She asked.
"What's a sugar daddy?"
"Oh. Uh, I read it in a book, it's like, a guy who gives you lots of stuff in exchange for exclusive sex. Not like a pimp or a John, but like... he's kinda paying you to be his girlfriend? Who knows if you'll have sex with him, really. I mean, you will, but it's not explicit, because prostitution used to be illegal. That's basically what you're gonna be, guy who gives me free shit and has me suck him dry." She slurped my cock up as she finished the thought, pressing her nose down into my groin, making me twitch.
"I'm like two years older than you," I gasped out, and she just shrugged her shoulders - I guess that it didn't matter to the concept? Fuck it. "Sure. Sure. Sugar daddy. I let you play my video games, drink some wine, take you out in my limo, you suck me dry." It was a hell of a lot cheaper than Ms. Cantaloupe, that was for sure - in reward, she started to slurp, hard, on my cock, her tongue wriggling excitedly on the underside of my cock. "Fuck," I breathed. "But, part of, the reason I wanted you, is that ability, of yours," I told her.
She slid back and off my dick at that point, stroking me idly. "Wanna me to blow you in front of your mom? We can do it right now." She gave me a wink, and I was instantly nodding along, just taking off my pants rather than going through the effort of pulling them on. Her hand went to my dick, playing with it as we walked together.
My mom was downstairs in the living room, reading a book on the couch. She didn't notice us come in, even though I was bottomless, my dick still wet from Aisha's mouth. I sat down on the love seat, and Aisha just stole a cushion from right next to my mother, putting it down and kneeling in front of me. "Sexy, huh?" She teased, as I glanced at my mother - she was one hundred percent focused on her book. She could take a while to notice that you were talking to her when she was sufficiently absorbed, but this was definitely a level beyond.
"Yeah," I said, thoughts already blooming about how to put her power to good use. I gripped the back of her head, guiding her to my dick and sliding her down my length. I groaned as I did so, sparing another glance at my mom. She definitely wasn't noticing us at all, as Aisha's tongue slid and squirmed along the underside of my dick, licking and lapping away like I was the tastiest thing on the way down to press her nose into her pubes.
She was an inexperienced fellatrix, but she made up for it with lots of enthusiasm and a lack of gag reflex. She wound up moaning and jerking beneath me as she blew me, eyelashes fluttering as I idly played with her hair. My fingers slid down to her breasts, finding the little teacup sized things with ease and starting to caress them through her top. I could tell instantly that she wasn't wearing a bra, and she wore a smug look as she reached down for the base of her shirt, peeling it up to reveal those nice chocolate teacups to open air, her dark nipples very perky with arousal as I started to play with them.
She hummed around my dick as she started to bob with an increasing amount of skill, her head twisting side to side, her tongue finding every last inch of my length to coat with spit. As I felt myself draw near an orgasm, I just started pounding away at Aisha's face, grabbing her head in both hands and starting to fuck her mouth like it was her pussy, my balls slapping at her chin with rough, repetitive force. She didn't mind at all, though, just moaning around my dick as she orgasmed again from the treatment.
At some point in my throes of near-orgasm, Julia stepped into the living room, peering in curiously. When her blue eyes met mine, I came, groaning as I held Aisha down in my pelvis, orgasming straight down her spasming throat, every little squeeze of her esophagus around my cock bringing me another wave of pleasure.
It was my mother who spoke. "He's in his bedroom." She didn't even spare a glance up from her book.
"Ahh, sorry, okaasama," Julia said, with a bow of her head.
"Fuck," I panted, peeling Aisha up off my dick as I finished coming. She was panting heavily, even some tears in the corners of her eyes, but she looked undeniably happy and horny from what she'd just gotten, sparing a glance over at Julia. "Loop her in. She can see me."
"Ehh?" Julia asked curiously, looking at where Aisha was, but staring past her - a moment later, she saw the girl in question. "Ohhh. I see, goshujinsama." She took the contraceptive box out of the bag she was carrying. "It takes effect right away," she told Aisha, who approached rapidly to take the pills and pop one in her mouth. "It's funny, goshujinsama, I thought you were masturbating, since I couldn't see Aisha. That's a really silly idea, since you should never have to masturbate now that you have me. Any time, any place, any hole, any way, you can take me like the bitch onahole I am," she explained, as she came to sit down on the armrest of the love seat.
I idly groped her ass. "I know, Bitch," I told her, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.
Aisha finished popping her pill, and turned to me. "Okay. I'm on the pill now. Ready to lose my virginity, sugar daddy," she noted, rolling her shoulders with a certain amount of feigned confidence. My mom was still reading, and in fact chose that moment to turn the page of her book. Fuck that was hot. She had absolutely no idea what we were doing.
"Don't worry, goshujinsama," Julia said. "I'll lick up any of your cum that might fall out, so your mother doesn't realize you were fucking right in front of her later on."
"Yeah, you do that, bitch," she said, then suddenly stopped herself, eyes going wide. "Oh, fuck, sorr-"
"You don't have anything to apologize for," Julia said, suddenly grabbing Aisha's hands in hers, holding them tightly as she got close to the girl. "I love being called Bitch. It's the nickname goshujinsama gave me, so it's special and romantic." Aisha squinted for a moment, then Julia used her grip on the other girl's hands to lie her down on the coffee table, which was (naturally) parallel to the couch that my mother was sitting on. All my mother did in response was switch which leg was crossed over the other, still reading away.
Julia all but guided my dick in, as I approached Aisha, flipping the other girl's skirt up and peeling her panties to one side to let me fill her up. I just slid in, taking only a second or two to fill her up, and she let out a hot pant as I finally took her entire pussy. She was incredibly tight, that virgin cunt of hers idly squeezing on my dick as she wiggled in place, legs kicking faintly at the air. Her gaze went over to my mother, panting a bit as she saw that the woman was as oblivious as ever.
"Gotta admit," she said, swallowing, "wasn't sure I could keep it up while getting fucked. I mean, I've done it while masturbating, our apartment doesn't have a lot of priva-seeee!" She squeaked out the last word as I suddenly slammed into her, starting to properly fuck inside her. "Oh, fuck," she panted out.
"Yes. That's what you're getting, Aisha," I said, my hands going up to her breasts again, playing with her nipples, making her gasp in pleasure. "Fucked. Hard. I'm going to be doing this to you a whole lot," I explained, as I enjoyed her pussy. "You might even wind up having to use that power of yours to help me fuck other girls." I realized that could be misinterpreted, so I explained further: "Bitch here probably would love to get fucked right in the middle of the street like the fucktoy she is, but I don't want anybody but me and my girls to see her naked, you know?"
Aisha nodded rapidly, panting heavily, and I idly thumbed her clit - she came a moment later, spasming deliciously on my cock. She was so fucking tight, it was unbelievable, I had to slow down just because her inner walls were gripping me that hard. I relished the feeling, glancing over at my mom, grinning as I saw her still looking at her book. "I wanna come on your face," I panted down to Aisha. "I want to make you wear it all the way home. Fuck," I said, pinching her nipples a bit as she finished off her orgasm. "There are so many hot things only you can do, Aisha. Are you going to do them for me?"
"If I can, crash at your place, whenever, fuck yeah," she got out. I twitched inside her at that thought - the only girl I had actually living with me right now was Julia, and it was incredible to just have access to her at all hours of the day with no effort or phone calls. I mean, part of that was that she was my soulmate and had the most debauched sexual tastes imaginable while being super sweet and giving, but still.
"You definitely can. Fuck. You are just so damn hot," I told her, leaning down to kiss her on the lips, my tongue sliding forcefully into her mouth. She squirmed, jerking suddenly at the stimulation, and came all over again, her sensitive mouth, pussy, and breasts all working together to make her roll her eyes up in ecstasy.
"Ahh, are you straight or bi, Aisha?" Julia asked, tilting her head. "Goshujinsama is very kind and sometimes makes me eat out other women. I think it's disgusting but doing things like that for goshujinsama is my duty as his bitch onahole, and it's hot to do gross things just because goshujinsama ordered me to." Aisha may have been rolling her eyes at Julia's ridiculous monologue, or maybe it was just pleasure, but I broke off the kiss anyway, admiring her half-naked body splayed out beneath me.
"I make you eat out Rachel, specifically," I told Julia as I rutted inside Aisha. "Since I like her and am trying to make it up to her after you fucked things up, Bitch. Aisha is my... sugar slut." I had no idea what the proper word was, but she squirmed on my dick anyway, panting heavily as she rapidly drew close to another orgasm, my fingers playing with her nipples.
"Ahh... sorry goshujinsama, this stupid bitch doesn't understand things sometimes," she explained, going so far as to clonk the side of her hand. "Do you want her to rim you to occupy her mouth?"
I was reasonably sure that she wanted to rim me anyway, so I just nodded and let her get to work, kneeling behind me as I pumped away at Aisha, my butt smacking her face relentlessly. I didn't even need to glance back to know she was playing with herself as she worked, and that just intensified how aroused I was, making me fuck Aisha even faster. I spared a glance over at my mother again - she was still looking down her nose at her book, and my gaze slid down her neck, to her luscious, full breasts. I hadn't really thought of her that way before, but damn my mom was a looker - she had tits to rival Mabel's in sheer size.
I felt my balls surge with need, and I hurriedly pulled out of Aisha, grabbing a tangle of her hair, tilting her forward so that she knelt before me. She was sufficiently high on pleasure that she didn't really notice or care how rough I was being, letting me manhandle her until she was kneeling before me, her purple lips softly parted, her pretty face right in front of my dick. My gaze flicked back and forth from her to my mom, as I grabbed my dick and started to just jack off with frantic need - after only a few seconds, I let myself go, groaning as I came all over Aisha's face. She closed her eyes and let her mouth fall open, her tongue eagerly licking at the air, collecting what of my semen wound up deposited there. Most of it fell on her face, though.
As I finished off, I smeared the last of my dick's juices against her lips, letting her lick it up as she knelt there, panting; after a few seconds, her hands came up to her face, collecting the cum that had dribbled across her eyes, which she opened, blearily, as she fed it into her mouth. "Tasty," she told me, with a grin. "Oh, and it's called a sugar baby," she noted, "not a sugar slut."
"I like sugar slut better," I told her, and she shrugged in response. "Julia, take Aisha back home in the limo. Treat her like you would Colleen or Rachel - with respect."
"Yes, goshujinsama," Julia agreed, popping out of my ass at last. "I should come back once she's home, right, goshujinsama?"
"Yeah," I agreed. I was pantless, so I really had to leave myself - once the pair, half-naked cum-covered Aisha and pristine sailor uniform-wearing Julia, got up to leave, I followed after them.
I did hear one loud sniff from my mother, her gaze finally rising from her book to glance around the room. "Something smells nice. Sam?" She prompted the empty air, planning, perhaps, to ask what was responsible. I just hurriedly headed back to my room, not wanting her to catch me with my pants down due to Aisha's ability finally wearing off.
A minute or so later, my mother appeared in my doorway - I had fortunately had the foresight to pull my pants back up. "Ah, your newest little girlfriend left," she noted, quietly adjusting her glasses. "I smelled something nice. Did you have scented candles or something?"
"N-no," I said, my words coming out a tad warbled, like the time she had caught me masturbating in my bedroom and I had tried desperately to deny it (which had ultimately resulted in her pushing me to begin studying for a Pet Owner's license, for which I was very grateful).
"Hmm." She sniffed again. "It is stronger here..." She trailed off, then shook her head. "Sorry to bother you, Sam."
"It's fine," I got out as my mother moved to leave. There was the briefest hesitation as she stood in the threshold of the doorway, ready to leave - then she pulled the door shut behind her and walked off.
I let out a sigh of relief. Hot as it had been to fuck Aisha right in front of my oblivious mother... I really didn't want to get caught.
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