It wasn’t too surprising what ended up happening. Doctor Doom had managed to take over the world before. His flaw was always his inward neurosis. A flaw his Doombots were not programmed with. Once Doom took over the world, it was his Doombots that kept it running smoothly where Victor would’ve inevitably tainted the accomplishment with his self-sabotage. And after he’d been dealt with, the Parliament of Doom kept the world spinning as their progenitor would’ve wished.
Ororo answered the door to Victor 114071. Whatever the real Victor had looked like under his mask, his android mirror was definitely not ugly. The tall, curly-haired man smiled down at her. Blue eyes shone in his handsome face. He was well-muscled without being hulking; his suit was tight enough on his limbs to show his legs and arms were strong, fit for a swimmer or long distance runner.
“Hello, Victor. Thank you for your visit. I’m sure you’ll find the mansion suitable for your needs. Now, where would you like to start?”
Ororo could tell from the look in Victor’s eyes that he had an answer for that on the tip of his tongue. He was appraising her and Ororo was confident enough to think he’d be satisfied with what he saw. Her body was fresh and nubile, looking still like it had only filled out in the past year. Her firm muscles coupled nicely with her soft, inviting curves. Her breasts were especially fine, just big enough not to slop down from the upstanding position they wore on her chest. She was proud of her body and happy to know how to use it.
Victor’s inner agreement with that assessment—clearly deeming her a worthy object of his flirtation—made her feel like she was glowing all over. Good feelings ran up and down her spine and she felt that warm, special feeling at her core. She knew the same thoughts and feelings had to be going through Victor. She wondered, though, if they were as powerful as hers were. Suppose she just… reached out and put her fingers on that bulge in his trousers? What would he do with a perfect stranger touching him so intimately? Would he immediately take advantage of such an offer or be displeased with her forwardness?
Ororo decided to simmer in the tension and wait a bit, giving him space to make the first move.
“I’ll certainly let you know how suitable it is,” he said. “We can start right here. Show me everything.”
“Well, as you can see, this is the living room. These drapes are new and so is the rug. I especially like the view…”
Ororo’s eyes kept going to Victor’s groin. Was it getting bigger? She looked at his face. He was making no effort to hide how he stared at her. She’d dressed to impress, showing off her body in a tight sweater and a skirt made of little enough fabric to strain where her thick ass was at its widest. And while the skirt went down to her knees, that still left plenty of her long, beautiful legs. Enough to make it clear that they were made to wrap around a man, that she herself was built for pleasure and she intended to be used for it every chance she got.
Victor’s gaze was already a little bit of sexual bliss. She could feel her cunt’s moistness and knew it’d be a good sheath for whatever he held in his pants. She really hoped she’d get to thank him for buying the mansion by opening her thighs to him. If she didn’t get to throw her body into a finished deal, she was going to be fucking disappointed.
“The next thing to see is the kitchen.” Ororo led him through the nearby door. “Stove, refrigerator, both in perfect working order. No disposal, but there is a garbage chute, and an exhaust fan down there. Plenty of space in the cupboard too. Now, down this hall is the bath and bedroom…”
Victor turned on the light in the little bathroom and a cooling fan whirred on with it. “Is that a standard-sized tub?”
“Yes, it is.”
“Still, it doesn’t look like it’d be big enough for me. I wouldn’t be able to wash all of myself.”
“Maybe you just need someone to help. Here’s the bedroom. Excuse the mess.”
“King-size bed,” Victor noted.
“Yes. I got it a year ago. I was tired of not having enough room to stretch out.”
“I imagine that with a bed like that, you could stretch out even if you weren’t alone.”
Ororo sat down on the edge of the bed. Her face was even with Victor’s crotch. She twisted around to get comfortable and her skirt rode up, showing some of her soft, beguiling thighs. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to drop down on her back, rip her blouse open, and offer herself to Victor. But he seemed to be teasing her by making her wait to be ravished and she didn’t want to ruin the fun he was having in tantalizing her.
Victor’s eyes followed the retreating hemline of Ororo’s skirt. She had lovely legs. The more he saw them, the more they were an enticement to see still more—sate his growing hunger on the ultimate expression of their beauty, on the white hair that had to wait for him at their juncture.
“I’m not alone now. I feel like I could stretch out,” Ororo said softly, smiling up at him.
“And you do like stretching,” Victor said, almost a question but his voice not letting it become one.
Ororo sunk down onto her elbows. “There’s nothing like lying down in this bed after you’ve been really stretched. Like after a massage or a nice hot bath.” She smiled invitingly, her lips parted to show just a tiny hint of teeth. “Victor, may I ask if there’s anything standing in the way?”
“In the way of what?”
“Of you buying this place. If you want it.”
“No. It’s perfectly satisfactory. And I do want it.”
“Good. I was hoping you’d take it. In fact, I was willing to do almost anything to see you got it. Just in case something came up.”
“I don’t foresee any problems. The only problem with the place is that you’re leaving. I wish I could move in next door so we could get to know each other.”
“We know each other now and that’s better than not at all.” She looked into his eyes and let him lose himself in her bright blue ones.
“Yes. And it’s not like I can keep you here just to be friends with.”
Ororo nodded her head in agreement. “Not just for that.”
Talking so openly about how she wanted him had been a mistake. The thought that he knew how much she wanted to fuck him was maddening. And her pussy was itching with the thought of getting his prick. She wanted to take him into her sex, into her swallowing throat, even into her ass. She could imagine what each would be like only well enough to want the real thing. And she imagined him going down on her wet cunt—her body quivered with excitement at the thought.
“Are you cold?” Victor asked her.
“No. Not at all.”
“You looked like you were shivering.”
“And you’re sweating. Maybe I should ask if you’re hot.”
Ororo got up from the bed. She brushed lightly against Victor as she went through the door and towards the stairs.
“Come with me, Victor. I need to show you the balcony.”
Victor went with her, his eyes on her fat ass. His fingers curled involuntarily, wanting to be cupping all the soft, pliant flesh of those two supple mounds.
Ororo had wanted to stay in the bedroom, spread out and relishing Victor’s attention. It seemed, though, that he wanted more from her before he made his move. She wouldn’t let him leave without making a pass, a real pass, nothing veiled. Because she knew he was interested. She had seen the bulge in his trousers throb with life. If another man were that hard, she’d think he was about to come in his pants. And what a waste that would be.
She wondered what his cum tasted like. No two men tasted alike, so what taste could be suitable for a man like Victor? In a way, it didn’t matter. She loved swallowing cum—the taste of it never failed to delight her. She was sure Victor’s would please her too. Having a man’s seed flow down her throat always made Ororo feel connected to the strength of the men she was with. It was a lasting reminder that she’d been gorgeous enough and passionate enough to get a solid helping of a man’s sheer power. The only thing better, maybe, was to know her tight pussy had milked a man’s cream out of him.
“Here we are,” Ororo said, sliding open the floor to ceiling glass door. She stepped back to let Victor go through.
Victor stepped out onto the balcony. He could see the lake in the distance and some of the skyline of Salem Center nearby. Everything else was clouds and trees.
“It’s a lovely view, isn’t it?” Ororo asked, leaning over the railing, knowing that this lifted her skirt and let Victor see her thighs.
“I’m told you have a minibar. Let me see it. I’d like to fix you a drink.”
“Certainly.” Ororo smiled broadly, showing him her perfectly straight teeth. “I’d like that very much.
They went inside. Once shown the minibar, Victor told Ororo to have a seat on the couch while he worked. He went to the minibar and fixed drinks.
“Scotch on the rocks okay?”
“Yes. I’d love some.” Ororo settled herself on the couch, once again making sure her short skirt was as high as it could go without openly exposing herself to Victor. The urge to touch her twitching cunt was inexorable. But she let the anticipation build, telling herself that Victor would do it soon enough.
And if he doesn’t, I’m going to take a dildo and about fuck myself to death. But he will. The real Doom could never resist me…
She felt a wet lick on the inside of her thigh that told her she’d soaked her panties right through.
“To your health,” Victor said, handing her a drink. He sat down in a high-backed chair opposite her.
“To yours,” Ororo replied, raising her own glass in a toast. Because if you don’t give me what I need, I’m kicking your ass.
Victor leaned back in his chair until its front legs lifted off the floor. He spread his legs. Ororo’s breath caught. She could see the bulge of his manhood, lifting out the fabric of his trousers until she could almost hear the zipper straining.
Victor leaned back further. As he did, his bulge adjusted itself, his long shaft angling down his pantleg. Ororo saw that he was hung like a stallion, almost a foot long, but not hard. Not yet.
“Ororo, how’s the drink?” Victor asked, fully aware of where Ororo was looking but keeping it out of his voice.
“Drink? Oh, yes. Very nice.” Ororo was nearly enthralled with need. She had to get that beautiful cock into her mouth. Her body was warm all over, twitching with lusts that had to be satisfied. She felt energy humming between her legs—if Victor touched her there, she’d come all over the couch.
“Would you say it’s loosening your inhibitions?” Victor asked teasingly, lowering his hand until it was in his lap, the glass held next to the thick member stretching down his leg.