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After her second shower, Taylor went back downstairs expecting to spend the rest of the night having sex with Nice Guy. Surprisingly enough, the man turned her down. Nice Guy explained that, even though he had some amazing stamina thanks to a friends help, six orgasms in a row over two hours was enough to dent even his stamina and thus she was spared his further affections. Instead, Nice Guy had a job for her. While raiding the fridge earlier, Nice Guy noticed that there was barely any food inside, and even less in the pantry. Feeling like this was terrible, he handed Taylor a wad of cash, and told her to go to the store and buy food. Lots of food. And beer. And some cigarettes, to! When Taylor asked how she was expected to purchase such without a license, Nice Guy just smiled and said she could put her body to use convincing whoever she was buying from.
One quick redressing later, Taylor was ready to leave to get food. Only Nice Guy stopped her at the door, and told her that wearing underwear when she planned to use her body to get beer and smokes was considered impolite. How terrible of her. Fortunately, she was still inside, so simply taking off her hoodie allowed her to remove her bra, and her panties came right off from under her skirt. The walk to the super market several blocks away without underwear was a bit breezy, and occasional wind almost caused Taylor to expose herself when it flowed across her exposed nether lips, but she managed to keep decent until she reached the store. First she stopped by the grocery store, filling up an entire basket full of various food stuffs, from frozen diners to ingredients to even ready made sandwiches, one of which she ate right after purchasing it. Unfortunately, the super market didn't have the brand of alcohol or cigarettes that Nice Guy had asked for, so she was forced to head across the street to the liquor store to find them.
Taylor was in luck; the liquor store carried both the drink Nice Guy wanted, and several cartons of the cigarette brand. Unfortunately, there was a very large and visible sign up on the window declaring card checks for everyone, and the bored teen at the counter didn't look like he'd be wiling to skip the check for her, especially with the sheer Amount of stuff she was getting. One quick check of the store showed it clear, apparently empty at 3 in the afternoon. Making sure the coast was clear outside, Taylor nervously went up to the till and handed over her purchases. As she had feared, the boy manning the counter immediately asked for idea, knowing just by looking at her that Taylor was too young to buy. Feeling especially nervous now, because she knew what she had to do, Taylor reached down and lifted her skirt to the man, not actually sure what to say in this sort of situation, but doing as she'd been instructed. Somehow, it payed off.
The boy took one look at her young pussy, stood up, and walked around the counter. He grabbed a sign he put up on the back of the front door, before locking it and closing the shades. He then grabbed Taylor, and dragged her into the break room, where an old couch was waiting.
"Listen uh, I'm not actually the owner of the store. I'm sorry, even if I wanted to, that much stuff's way to expensive to let go just for a little pussy. Sorry." The boy says sadly, after letting go of her hand. "Listen, if your really that desperate for beer, I can swing a case of Heineken from the back for a quick fuck, but any more than that and I'm out. I can't afford to lose this job!" The boy continued, having become distracted from his apologies by Taylor going back to holding up her skirt.
"Um, sir, I'm sorry, I'm willing to actually Pay for all the stuff I got. I just, y'know, don't have an ID? And Sir said that this was the right way to get you to let me buy some stuff..." Taylor starts squeaking out, mumbling out the last bit. She knows that lifting her skirt and offering herself is what she's supposed to do to purchase the beer, but she's starting to get flustered at simply flashing the boy and him not doing anything about it. As the boy Finally starts to realize this isn't a joke, and reaches over to begin fondling Taylor, he freezes up, before crumpling to the ground. Taylor starts in shock. Standing right behind the crumpled form of the store attendant is Nice Guy, smiling at her!
"Well done, dear girl, well done! I honestly thought you would have tried to do something else, but you listened to my command even without my presence! Wonderful!" Nice Guy is smiling widely as he talks, apparently honestly happy at Taylor's obedience. Feeling vaguely happy at how Nice Guy is happy, Taylor drops her skirt and follows Nice Guy back into the store. He had managed to borrow a car from a car dealer just up the highway, and had come to pick her up along with all her food, thinking it would be difficult of her to carry said food home. How nice of him!
After taking the alcohol and smokes, along with several more besides," The boy got to see the goods, even if he didn't touch. Only fair of him to pay up, isn't it?", Taylor got herself into the car while Nice Guy went back inside to do one more thing. As he came out, Taylor aw the Sales clerk groggily walking out of the back room, taking his place at the register as if nothing was wrong. When she asked about it, Nice Guy simply explained that he'd managed to have a little chat with the clerk, explaining how the flash of pussy entitled them to everything they'd taken, and that after they'd gone, he would forget everything about what had happened, going about his day as if normal. Nice Guy was kind like that, especially since he'd removed the stores security tape, to prevent the boy from getting in trouble.
On the ride home, Taylor was quizzed by Nice Guy on the foods she knew. After discovering she was the unofficial chef for the house, Nice Guy asked her if she'd make dinner for him, her father, and herself. Taylor agreed readily, enjoying the thought of cooking so much food for her dad and houseguest. When they arrived home, Taylor unloaded and put everything away, while Nice Guy sat at the old computer doing research. After she'd finished finally putting everything away, Taylor finally remembered how rude it was to wear clothing inside her home and immediately stripped down, much to Nice Guy's vocal pleasure. Unfortunately, though he'd love another go with her, right now Nice Guy wanted to concentrate on building his List, and told Taylor to get to work making dinner.
It was almost an hour later, as Taylor put the turkey into the oven to slow bake for several hours, that she finally realized she'd stopped hearing anything from Nice Guy. Heading over to look for him, she found her new house guest deeply engrossed on the PHO forum, apparently in the middle of a flame war with several other people regarding which powers were the best. Nice Guy himself apparently stood by the Master and Stranger side of the debate, vigorously defending his choice by citing how the PRT had entire Divisions involved around finding ways to beat said powers.
It was in the middle of a particularly long winded post by some Void Cowboy person, that Nice Guy noticed Taylor. After making sure that the turkey would take several hours to finish, and that the rest of the food was wrapped and ready to eat whenever, he promptly scooted back his chair and revealed his erect shaft. He'd had almost two hours to recover from there previous exertions, he'd said, and was wondering if Taylor wouldn't mind keeping his cock warm inside her snatch while he was busy with his flame war.
Not seeing any reason to say no, Taylor immediately climbed on to Nice Guys lap, this time facing towards him. He only stopped typing long enough for Taylor to get between his arms, so she had to line up his shaft with her lower lips by herself. A few quick thrusts later, Taylor cooed at the feeling of once again being filled with dick, especially since Nice Guy was kind enough to give her space to move. After a few minutes simply enjoying being impaled on his shaft, Nice Guy grunted and put a hand to her ass, motioning her to begin moving. She did so with delight, the feeling of her guests shaft moving back and forth inside her as she ground her hips intoxicating to the young girl. As Nice Guy started getting more and more into his debate, Taylor became more and more horny, leading to her eventually beginning to bounce, sliding herself up and down on Nice Guys shaft. A grunt and a moments stiffening was all the warning she received, before Nice Guy started cumming inside her. Knowing what to do from her earlier instructions, Taylor immediately bounced down, taking Nice Guy as deep as she could as his balls started to pump. Eventually, the cum stopped, and Taylor relaxed a little, knowing she'd brought some much needed relief to the man in the middle of a heated debate. Unfortunately, it appeared as if the debate was even more stressful than she'd thought, because Nice Guy's shaft didn't go down in the slightest. In fact, it grew even harder, somehow, as if his rage at the debate was translating straight to his shaft. And when Nice Guy again squeezed Taylor's ass to get her moving again, she was more than happy to oblige.
All told, Taylor brought Nice Guy to three full orgasms during his debate. The first was unremarked on by Nice Guy himself, but the second orgasm had Nice Guy lean back while holding Taylor by the hips, and hammer away at Taylor's pussy like a jackhammer. His dick a blur as he pounded his way to satisfaction, Nice Guy apparently didn't even notice when Taylor came, except to speed up his pounding as the girls pussy began to milk him for all he was worth. He was happy to comply, grunting out nonsense noises as he came, buried deep inside of Taylor's snatch yet again. As Nice Guys dick started pumping into her once more, Taylor actually came around enough to be worried about pregnancy, though Nice Guy simply waved off her concern and told her not to worry. After which, she happily went back to grinding herself onto Nice Guy's shaft, while the man himself returned to his debate, freshly energized after taking out his frustrations inside of Taylor's pussy.
The Third climax was potentially the greatest of them all. Apparently, this Void Cowboy person had somehow managed to get the entire thread locked and everyone temp banned, and Just as Nice Guy was winning the debate, too! He was decidedly frustrated at this, but instead of raging at the mods, he simply pushed Taylor off his lap onto the ground, turned her over, and thrust right back into her pussy. Pounding away his apparent frustrations at the internet, Nice Guy actually brought Taylor to one orgasm after another, her spasming pussy and whining voice not enough to satiate him, until eventually, Taylor's cries and sheer friction managed to bring him to orgasm. He bellowed like a bull this time, thrusting himself over and over into the crying girl, who wasn't resisting even as she cried. Eventually, he finished, and simply laid there on top of his new possession, enjoying the feeling of her raw pussy clutching at his still pulsing member. Finally, he was spent. Nice Guy stood up, and looked down upon what he had wrought. Taylor was a mess, and no doubt about it. She was sporting a full body flush, red from head to toes and panting wildly. Her pussy was surprisingly unstained, though it was a far deeper red than the rest of her, and cum was already leaking from her slit.
Deciding that enough was enough, and that he was feeling puckish, Nice Guy carried Taylor to the showers to get clean again, this time me the both of them. Taylor's pussy was raw, exhausted after such a furious fucking as it had received, but Nice Guy wasn't worried. He knew what it took for a pussy to tear, and Taylor hadn't even come close yet. Taylor, meanwhile, had managed to get something resembling motor control back, and was shakily standing up in the shower spray, supported by Nice Guy. The man was pouring soap onto her body, washing her down as she fought to regain control over her legs after the blinding series of orgasms she'd just received. Eventually she recovered, and as Nice Guy had been kind enough to wash her, she returned the favor, eagerly rubbing down his body with her own to get soap over the most area. She even helped him clean his dick with her mouth, licking off all the remains of there previous exertions, before Nice Guy eventually pulled her off and told her to go finish dinner.
It was as she finished checking the turkey after setting the table that she heard her fathers car pull up to the house. Evidently, Nice Guy heard as well, as he came down the stairs dressed again and told Taylor to continue with dinner while he went to have a talk with her father. Several minutes later, as Taylor was carving the Turkey, Nice Guy came back inside, with her father in tow. Danny himself didn't seem to have any issues with a complete stranger living in his house, nor did he notice anything wrong with his daughter being naked around the house. It almost seemed as if it could have been a perfectly normal dinner, were it not for Taylor's nudity, or the third person at the table.
Breaking out a few beers and splitting them between himself and Danny, Nice Guy had to ask," Rough day, huh?"
Of course it had been a rough day. Several of Danny's workers had almost died of chemical fire, and without Panacea they would have almost certainly died from the fume inhalation. Lucky Brockton Bay had such a talented girl to look after the ill and injured. Quickly souring on the topic, Nice Guy switched over to a slightly more personal venue. Namely, what did the Dan man do to relax after such a stressful day at work?
"Well y'know, usually I'll spend the night working, catching up on paperwork, or working on getting jobs for my workers. Times are tough after all, and I need to work if I want Taylor to have a happy life." Danny finishes with a long pull from his beer, settling down into his chair now that dinners coming to an end.
Nice Guy butts in at that sentence, clearly appalled. "Surely, Danny, you don't spend Every waking hour working? No man's an island, after all."
Danny snorts, almost dropping his beer with the laugh that shakes him. "Mr. Guy, there hasn't been anything worth doing for fun in Brockton Bay since the Harbor shut down. Without work, there's no money, and without money, well..." Danny raises his drink, at what is up for guessing. "You can see for yourself, how this place has fallen apart."
Nice Guy nods along, false sympathy all across his face. "Too true, Danny, too true. This city really has gone to hell since I was here last. Tell me though, it can't all be bad, can it? Surely life's simple pleasures still exist for men to find? A good bar, good beer, warm food, and willing women!" The last almost shouted out as Nice Guy raises his glass, downing his beer in one go.
