Nice Guy loved it when his new friends remembered what he taught them. Deciding not to waste any time on such a nice day, Nice Guy began vigorously working the girls hips up and down his shaft, moving quickly towards climax as he considered what he was going to do.
As the first tremors of an impending orgasm hit him, leaning back on a chair while fucking himself to orgasm using a new friends pussy while said friend remained motionless aside from her hips, Nice Guy decided to wonder. Where would he go today?
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Nice Guy: Home At Last!?
Nice Guy was having a moderately nice day. Oh, for certain, Brockton Bay was still a massive shithole, and the residents who weren't gangsters either feared them and did nothing, or ignored them and thought they didn't exist. Truly, a wonderful city to be in. Sure, after years of travelling on the road he had grown used to hardships, and by and large his previous life style had never made him want for much but its only as he had begun attempting to settle down that he'd discovered a slight problem with his desire. His powers never turned off.
Now, admittedly, Nice Guy loved his powers. Who wouldn't love being able to go up to any random stranger, and suddenly have them willing to do anything you say? It's marvelous! The issue, though, is that Nice Guy's aura makes it so that people he talks to directly end up a bit...stupid is not the right word. Vacant? It's a v word, he's sure... Vapid! Yes, there it is!
Most people, under the effects of his power, see nothing wrong with whatever he's doing. Admittedly, simply asking for a home from the realtor was no issue, its that unless people are nearby, and within his range, they end up Curious. Curious about things like Tax information, or Insurance, or Proof of ID and and and....
Sighing at the travesty of it all, Nice Guy takes a moment to observe his current abode. After the third time he'd been forced to move lest his presence be discovered by the local law, Nice Guy had spent his days moving from house to house, living off the charity of those that fell under his sway. His current home, one rather nice two story house, was an alright place. The paint was beginning to peel, in places, the yard looked a bit unkempt, and the area wasn't the best, but Nice Guy had lived in worse. Much, much worse. At least the service was decent.
Looking down from his observations, Nice Guy finally began to pay attention to the girl. She was tall, Taller than him, even, though completely lacking in the chest or hip department, at least she had vigor and spunk. Watching her head bob up and down along his shaft, the way her hands played with the parts she couldn't inhale, the sight of the cum he'd previously spewed all over her face and hair while she stared up at him in adoration...
A hand to hold her in place, and a few quick thrusts, and Nice Guy was cumming again, groaning as this time the girl's head was held in place, forced to swallow everything lest she drown.
After his dick stopped throbbing, Nice Guy released the girl and leaned back, ignoring her coughing fit. Yes, he most certainly had lived in worse, but this life was Infinitely more preferable than the one he'd lived with the Slaughterhouse 9. Jack alone seemed to have a sixth sense for whenever he'd snuck off to have a spot of fun, and though he'd never outright spoken of it one way or the other, Nice Guy knew that holding himself back from his more carnal urges had been the Only reason he'd lasted as long as he had. Bit of a prat, was old Jacky boy.
Hell's, he'd only ever touched the new girl! He hadn't even gotten a Chance to try for anything more before Siberian had ripped his arm off and beat him half to death with it. She'd eaten a bit of him too, before they'd all left with him crucified and rendered apart. Thank G-... no, thank Himself for the foresight to get Bonesaw to do some Serious experimenting on him before he'd given in to his own urges. He'd had to wait a while, to make Sure the lot of them had left town, before pulling himself together and running off before the proper authorities arrived. Regeneration and Survivability, on a truly impressive level. Why, if not for him making little Bonesaw forget ever giving him those enhancements, he'd probably be a Lot more dead right now. Anyway, what's past is past, and right now he was living the dream! Figuratively speaking, of course, his current residence was a bit lacking in comfort.
While he had been woolgathering, the girl had gotten up and sat on him, guiding his shaft within her tight walls and burying him to the hilt, before leaning forward almost double, hands to her feet and unmoving. It'd taken a bit to train her to do that, but it was well worth it in his mind. Sometimes, he just enjoyed the feel of a quality pussy wrapped around his shaft, pulsing around him while he thought. Feeling the need for movement, Nice Guy grabbed the girls hips and lifted, beginning to gently bounce the girl up and down on his shaft while he went back to thinking, his head lolling back in time with the pleasurable strokes.
Where was he? Oh right, comfort. Nice Guy's last home had been comfortable, living with an old woman who was basically useless, leaving her to care for the place while he loafed around. He'd found pleasure elsewhere, but it was bad luck he was out of the house when the woman had a stroke. Not much he Could have done, but by the time he had returned the next day, the woman was dead and rotting, her many cats already beginning to circle the corpse. He'd torn open the cat food as a distraction, and left without a backwards glance. No way was he planning on dealing with a horde of cats with a taste for flesh, no sir.
Kayden had been a lucky find, all things considered. Finding her at the late night grocery, following her home, discovering her two children, teaching the young boy the wonders of sex with his own mother... Good times. Unfortunately, the baby sort of ruined it for him, and instead of killing her and causing a fuss, he decided to leave. Not before allowing the boy to Thoroughly shag his mother senseless, of course, and then bringing her along to while away the hours on the bus while he'd waited for another decent catch.
He felt somewhat gipped by that bus route, almost two Hours stuck on that bus, enjoying the pleasures of Kayden's flesh while waiting for an at least decent looking girl to come aboard. Unfortunately, he'd apparently only just missed the morning high school rush, and thus would have a bit of a wait on his hands. Or so he thought, until the girl showed up.
She hadn't looked like much, at first, until he noticed her torn skirt and panties. Then, he'd thrown her to the audience for a bit of sport while he waited for another option. But her reaction... She hadn't just fallen all over herself and become a complete submissive. Given her head, he'd almost say She had raped the three young men who's acquaintance he'd made on the bus, not the other way around. And she'd looked so joyous there at the end...
How could he not give her a shot? Kayden was mostly out of it by that point, anyway, and so was the audience. He'd given her a whirl, and after she'd managed to make him cum after only ten minutes of effort, he knew he was sold. This girl was perfect!
Of course, then there was the expedition home, convincing the girl to walk home with naught but her hoodie had been fun, and teasing her the whole way had been even More fun. He might have been a bit indiscrete with his teasing's, but so what? Arriving at the house, he'd immediately spent his time setting up the girl, teaching her the facts of life now that he was going to be living with her. Clothing in the house was only to be worn if it was going to be taken off, cooking could be done with an apron, any time he asked her to do something she would, etc. etc. Hearing about her family, more specifically her depressed father and dead mother, made waiting for his return home somewhat exciting. He like to make the lives of those he didn't kill more enjoyable while he's with them, and after years of no sex, he's positive poor Danny boy could use a good fuck or two. Or three or more, even! Depressed people are disheartening, after all, he's sure plenty of sex should help with that.
Speaking of sex, it seems he'd managed to mental montage himself through two orgasms from the girls end, and she appeared to be working her way up to a third. Remarkable stamina, this girl! As a reward, and because he's feeling particularly cheerful after deciding to help someone else stop being depressed, he grabbed the girls hips and began bouncing her much harder, enjoying the yelp and moans as the pace changed and her orgasm rapidly picked up speed. A short, sharp scream from the girl, followed by some truly pleasurable pulses along his shaft let him know she'd managed to reach her third orgasm. Feeling no more need to hold back, Nice Guy promptly pulled down on the girls hips, burying himself as deep as he could in a single thrust and released. Leaning further back on the couch, and enjoying the sensations of his dick being milked for all it held by the girls spasming snatch, Nice Guy decided that this house wasn't a bad place to stay. Not at all.
Now, what to do tomorrow, while the girl helped her father stop being so sad...?
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What A Nice Guy — OMAKE
Nice Guy was bored. Oh, not that he wasn't currently doing something, or in this case, someone. For certain, this Tailor girl he'd found had a truly magnificent pussy, tight enough after hours and hours of sex to still give that wonderful friction, with just the right texture and wetness...
Bah, he was getting distracted. Though admittedly, staring at the ceiling while laying on the bed, with the Tailor girl enthusiastically bouncing up and down on his shaft, was certainly a position in which he Could be distracted. The girl was completely under his sway by now, and the only reason he hadn't gotten bored until now was thanks to her wonderful asset. Although, looking up from resting his head back against his hands, Tailor's new body seemed to be doing Wonderful. Her newly enlarged breasts, more than two handfuls apiece courtesy of Panacea, were giggling quite pleasantly with each bounce. What's more, though the girl had had a wonderful pussy before, thanks to Panacea, Tailor now had full control of her own internal muscles, and could massage him while she fucked. Truly, an amazing and astounding quality, that he'd rewarded Panacea for by pounding her raw while Taylor had licked her clit and his shaft. Given the number of screaming orgasms she had before he'd finished, the girl had Certainly enjoyed her reward.
Even now, as Tailor bounced her body up and down his shaft, new tits wobbling all over, he could feel her pussy flexing on him in the most Sublime of manners, coaxing him ever closer to climax with each passing second. Deciding not to hold off, Nice Guy shuddered as he began to cum, once again filling Tailor's hole with his seed. The girl, as he'd trained her to do, had sunk down upon his cock and held him deep as he came, massaging with her new pussy muscles as her hips rocked back and forth, hands groping her own breasts tightly as she stared at our joining. She appeared both gleeful and fascinated as Nice Guy came, not able to take her eyes away from where he was filling her with his seed.
Sighing mournfully, Nice Guy leaned back onto his hands as Tailor continued rocking her hips. Even with all the new features of his pet, the girl still had managed to become somewhat boring. It's as if, after having achieved the dream, everything had become stale. Hmm.... Now There's an idea....
An idea came to Nice Guy's mind, a notion as to a method to curing his boredom. Never one to hold back his impulses when he didn't Have to, he immediately pushed Tailor away from him, the girl yelping in confusion as she popped back onto the bed, before moaning as Nice Guy grabbed her legs and Pulled, thrusting even deeper into Tailor with this new position. Begin to feel less bored, though still not really feeling the position, Nice Guy began scooting over, dragging a moaning Taylor still impaled on his shaft by the legs until, with another yelp, the girl's upper half fell off the bed, managing to drag the rest of her with. Not one to muck about, Nice Guy sat up and followed Taylor off the bed, finding his pet in a truly interesting position.
Somehow, Tailor had managed to get her back wedged into the corner of her bed and bedroom floor, flailing a little with her hips in the air. Taking her legs into hand before she fell over, Nice Guy quieted Tailor's whining with a word, merely pulling her up some before spreading her legs wider apart, then having her hold her legs apart as he stepped back to admire the scene in full. Taylor lay there, inverted, pussy exposed to the world for all to see while holding her ankles down by her head. The girls new tits were squeezed together between her arms, showcasing some truly spectacular cleavage, while her pussy showed not even a Hint of his cum leaking out. She was trying to look sexy, but mostly she was a bit confused and unsure of herself, waiting for Nice Guy's words. For his part, Nice Guy found the fact that this position prevented leakage surprisingly arousing. He wondered how much it would take to over flow such a cup?
Stepping forward, he guided his shaft himself straight to the girls quivering honey pot, not even bothering to pause before thrusting home. Leaning over, Nice Guy layed his hands upon the bed and looked down. All he could see was a wonderful pussy wrapped snuggly around his dick, and effectively nothing else. Truly, a magnificent sight. Now, with a challenge ahead of him and such a stimulating sight to egg him on, Nice Guy began to thrust.
Almost three hours, a truly staggering amount of orgasms on his part, and the loud sobbing of his personal pussy later, Nice Guy gave one last mighty thrust, burying himself deep as he let go with his hopefully final orgasm. Taylor, even after all of her enhancements, still couldn't keep up with Nice Guy himself, as he had wanted. She had started begging for relief by the end of the first hour, and had started crying by the hour and a half mark. Right now, she barely sounded human with all the blubbering she was doing, but that hardly mattered to Nice Guy. He was still cumming, using the pussy beneath him to massage all of his cum out, before with a final wet thrust, he removed his shaft from the wreck of a girl. Looking down at his handy work, Nice Guy grinned at seeing his cum spilling down from the girls well used pussy, the mound itself glowing bright red from the abuse heaped upon it. Beaming at his accomplishments, Nice Guy finally noticed that his pet had started quietly sobbing to herself, no longer screaming.
