“So what did you bring me all the way out here for?”
Fubuki ground her teeth together; any other man would have given an arm and a leg to be out with a sexy woman like her. But not Saitama. No, he sounded just as bored as ever. Why had he even agreed to come with her?
“Because I was even more bored at home, and it looked like you weren’t going to stop annoying me until I agreed.”
Freezing in mid-step, Fubuki whirled around to gape at the bald superhero. “What the hell?! Are you psychic too?! How did you read my mind?!”
Saitama tilted his head to one side. “You were ranting to yourself, and you weren’t being very quiet about it. Do you do that a lot? It’s kind of weird.”
“…Shut up!” Fubuki snapped after a moment embarrassed rage. “Anyway, you were wondering why I brought you out here, right?” she added hurriedly, hoping to change the subject.
Sure enough, the apathetic hero followed along, shrugging. “I guess. Is it another recruitment pitch?”
“You could say that,” Fubuki replied coyly, feeling her face heat up in a blush as she prepared to do what she came here for. Taking a deep breath, she turned and used her powers to pull down her dress, exposing her bare ass. Shimmying backwards, she began rubbing against Saitama’s crotch.
Glancing back, she saw that his eyes had widened, making him look sillier than ever. He wasn’t telling her to stop or running away though; emboldened, Fubuki bent over farther, pressing her ass even harder against him and letting her breasts dangle.
Her plan was simple: tease and entice Saitama, even fuck him if things went that far; all the better to show him what he was missing by not teaming up with her. And if he was any good, she would keep dating him.
Her sister would be furious, but-
A loud ‘whoosh’ sound brought Fubuki back from her scheming. What she saw and felt had her jaw dropping.
Somehow, without even seeming to move, Saitama had stripped out of his clothes, leaving him completely naked. And while part of her noticed how incredibly ripped he was, the majority of her attention was focused on his long, hard, thick erection, nestled comfortably between her ass cheeks.
“I’m definitely not bored anymore,” he told her, and indeed, there was a gleam in his eyes that she had never seen before. “I think I should return the favor.”
Fubuki swallowed hard. Crap, she may have gotten in a little over her head. “Th-that’s not really necessary-EEP!”
Too late. Moving with his usual blinding speed, Saitama had her stripped naked and, easily as lifting a doll, had her in his arms and suspended just above his throbbing dick. Then he pulled her down, and Fubuki shrieked as her ass was impaled with his cock. “OH MY GOD! YOU IMPATIENT JERK!”
Despite her insults, she couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. There was a little pain, but overall? Her pussy was instantly wet and hot, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. And that was just from him thrusting it in!
When Saitama began fucking her in earnest, Fubuki quickly lost it. “UGH! UGH! UGH! OH! OH! GODDDDD!” she wailed, tits bouncing madly and her ass jiggling as it clenched around Saitama’s mighty cock.
“You like that?!” Saitama asked her, sounding more animated and enthused than she could ever remember. “You had enough yet? Because I’m just getting started!”
“UGH!! B-BRING IT ON!” Fubuki screamed back, her pride flaring up again at his taunting. No way was she going to submit that easily!
Even if it did feel like her mind and body were both coming undone.
Saitama just grinned before showing her how much he had been holding back. His hips became a blur and Fubuki’s bones vibrated as she was fucked faster than she would have believed possible. She should have been pounded to pieces, but somehow, she was all right, if being fucked into oblivion could be called all right.
Fubuki screamed in pleasure from the rough fucking she was receiving from the Caped Baldy. Her eyes were rolled up nearly to the back of her sockets and her dangled out of her mouth.
When they orgasmed at the same time, Saitama merely grunted, burying his dick deep in her ass, shooting out what felt like a gallon of cum.
In comparison, Fubuki’s scream of overwhelming pleasure was at a pitch not unlike that of a dog whistle. “AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEEEE!!!” She writhed, impaled on Saitama’s cock like a butterfly on a pin, spasming as the orgasm consumed her, mind and body together. For a while, the world went away.
When she slowly came back to her senses, the first thing Fubuki noticed was Saitama had pulled her off his dick, which was a relief. The fact that he was still hard was less reassuring, especially when he cheerfully said, “That was a nice warm-up. Time for round two!”
Green eyes barely had time to widen to comical proportions before he plowed her pussy with full force, going all out from the get go. Throwing her head back with ear shattering shriek, Fubuki dimly recalled telling her group that she would be gone all day and not to disturb her.
Fuck. She hoped there would be something left of her by the end of day, besides a very well fucked psychic.
(Story by User: S22132)