The voice confirmed they were back on air and John immediately said, “Show me what you want me to appreciate.”

“Yes, Master,” Worlina immediately switched into submissive mode and undid two more buttons of her blouse. Her green chest popped out of the red cloth as a wonderful, squished together display of soft meat.

Cindy was quicker about it, grabbing the lower edge of her tank top and discarding it in one swift movement. Her tits bounced from the enthusiastic stripping. The top flew across the room, making the pink-crowned jiggle-bells even more delightful to observe.

Both women were already turned on to the degree that their nipples were as pointy as they could be. Their gazes landed swiftly on his cock, which was erect to the point of quivering in anticipation. Biting and licking their lips, pink and red, both painted by lipstick, they eagerly awaited their next command. Both knew what type of lover he was and both delighted in serving.

“Come here, both of you,” he commanded while lowering his chair and lowering the backrest until he was more lying than sitting. The two hurried over and he gestured for them to sit down on either side of his groin. At this point, they were already gasping, the aphrodisiac kicking into full force and his commands’ rewards doing the rest. Still, there was a way to go a bit further on the sexual need scale and John had already decided he would utterly ruin both of them tonight.

Mess with the bull and you get the horns. Mess with the Gamer and, if you are an attractive woman consenting to it, you get your mind blown by his cock.

“Go ahead, make me appreciate,” John said and watched the two women take a resolute nod. Just like he had resolved to fuck their brains out, they resolved to at least mess him up as much as he would them. ‘They must seriously think not having Jane around is going to help them. As if my girlfriend hadn’t been the one who took care of me when their legs gave in.’

Worlina hastily undid the rest of her blouse and then the two of them wrapped their tits around his respectably sized member. Because of their height difference, this wasn’t a perfectly symmetrical undertaking. Cindy made herself as short and Worlina as tall as possible, but still the catgirl’s tits were noticeably on top. They ran with it and John was far from displeased by the way the breasts squished together, a healthy tan meeting vibrant green at a dominating slant. Once they cupped their juicy breasts and put pressure on his cock through them, the pleasure began to build.

“Do you appreciate that, Master?” Cindy asked while Worlina only gasped like an absolute slut. It was clear who was part of the news service that did porn and who was part of the porn service that did news.

“Very much,” John groaned, letting them shake breasts for a couple of minutes and just taking in the view. His cock vanished repeatedly in the stacked cleavages. The women moaned desperately. Their nipples slid over the juicy chest of the other and their sensitive skin was steadily in touch with his hot, hard member.

“Feeling good, Master?” Cindy purred again.

“Think you can take us?” Worlina added with a hint of arrogance in her tone.

“We’ll see,” John gasped, feigning weakness. “Think you can take this?” He shook the bottle of body oil he was still holding. They nodded eagerly and John flipped the plastic lid open. The clear liquid poured down into the girls’ cleavages and was quickly distributed all over the titifuck by their continuing movements. Almost immediately, he felt a pleasant heat on his skin everywhere the oil touched. He knew that it would only get more intense.

‘I should have the Wisdom to remain in control through all of this,’ he thought and looked down on the audibly panting pair on either side of his hips. ‘These two, though? Well, it’ll be fun.’ They had brought this upon themselves and John would feel no remorse about drowning them in pleasure.

The shaking of their breasts grew more heated over the next two minutes, the body oil unfolding its basic potential. Up and down their chests went, luscious flesh gliding over luscious flesh, the two sluts shaking their hips while their hands kept kneading the sides of their tits. Fingers pressing in and the way their breasts spilled against each other showed just how squishy those moderately large chests were. If John had any doubts, they were cleared completely by the heavenly softness that enveloped his cock and pressed against his groin.

With utmost glee, he listened to their panting becoming moans of a higher and higher pitch. Each time their hard nipples met in their unplanned and wild service, they both let out loud and lewd gasps. They bit their lower lips, their eyes darted from each other’s eyes, to the cock that repeatedly vanished between their tits, up to John. Continuously groaning, John let them know they were doing a fantastic job. The friction of their glistening breasts was fantastic and the lack of coordination between them added to the experience. John was so used to his harem, where everyone was in tune with each other, that it was a novelty for him. His girls were still better than Cindy and Worlina, but he definitely enjoyed this beyond basic pleasure.

Part of it was watching these two sluts orgasm just from servicing him with their tits. Almost simultaneously, they tensed up, their titfuck growing sloppy while they shouted in ecstasy. Their eyelids fluttered, their wide-open mouths a mixture between desperate cry and perverted smile.

John let them calm down before asking, “Do you think you can take it if I remove the limit on my cum load?”

“YES!” Cindy shouted enthusiastically. Worlina didn’t seem to register the question, her perverted, aphrodisiac-drenched brain too concentrated on resuming the proper massage of the Gamer’s massive member. “All of it, give me all of it!”

“You sure? The aphrodisiac will make my load even larger.”

“All of it, Master!” Cindy wiggled her round, large ass. “I want to swallow all of your delicious cum!”

“I’ll punish you if you fail,” the Gamer growled warningly, already putting the slider to maximum. Then he let out a particularly long sigh and closed his eyes. “Worlina, let Cindy have it all when I cum,” he commanded.

“Yesshhh,” the masochistic, submissive green skin responded, the authority of his enchanting voice cutting through her haze.

“Three seconds,” John announced. The buff was already maxed out, but he wanted to feel their desperate attempts. Focusing solely on the sensation, he counted down. “Three.” Both upped the shaking of their tits to a frantic pace. “Two.” John could feel the jiggling, their intense heartbeats, the air brushing over his periodically revealed head. “One.” Cindy’s breasts pulled away a little as she enveloped the head of his cock with her soft lips. Like a proper whore, she sealed tightly around his glans, sucked her cheeks in and caressed him with her tongue. Worlina’s slippery, juicy tits still massaged his shaft. “I’m cumming!”

The first spurt splurged from his cock head with intense force. Opening his eyes, he watched the lustful impression on Cindy’s face mix with delighted desperation as the second and soon third spurt soon followed. It was three times his usual maximum, coming up to over a third of a litre. That quantity kept pumping into Cindy’s mouth. She desperately tried to swallow, but she couldn’t keep up with the supply. Not while its enchanted taste also made her climax herself.

With a cough, she pulled her head back, causing the remainder of John’s load to shower down on the joined cleavages of the slutty interviewers.

“What a bad girl you are,” John scolded in an amused tone and grabbed Cindy by the chin. The cat girl had issues looking at him, her eyes dull and unfocused. “You said you could take it all. Seems like you need to be punished.” His tone hardened. “Back on your chair, slut. Give me a show,” he commanded. Then he let go and re-adjusted the slider. There would be enough of a mess.

“Yes… Master.” Cindy’s answer was interrupted by a final gulp. Slowly, she got up and turned around. John wasn’t certain if she did so hoping he would change his mind or to give him a show. When he saw her sopping wet cunt, he realized that it most likely was that her legs were simply weak.

Once she was sitting in her leather padded seat, the catgirl started masturbating. Rubbing her pussy with one hand, she scooped up spilled cum from her large tits with the other. Seductively, she sucked it off her fingers, moaned genuinely as the fresh taste hit her. Her hips bucked against her fingers as she brought herself to another orgasm almost immediately.

‘This has fulfilled its purpose,’ John thought and placed the oil bottle in his inventory. Then he fully gave into the moment and grabbed Worlina by the base of her ponytail. Firmly, almost dragging her, he guided her in front of his chair. Soon she kneeled between his parted legs. “One girl’s punishment is another girl’s reward, wouldn’t you say?”

“Whatever pleases you, Master,” Worlina said. The green skin’s face was already messy with sweat and some amount of semen, the white drops clearly standing out against her unusual colour. It got a whole lot messier when John laid his cock across her face. Immediately, the cock-loving nymphomaniac crossed her eyes and opened her mouth wide.

The invitation was clear and John guided her lips to the tip of his dick. Unrelentingly, he pulled her down. Willingly, she took him in. There was no gagging, just a smooth penetration of her throat. Her pillowy lips closed tightly around the base. Holding her down, the Gamer considered his options. He could either let go of her hair and allow the famed blowjob addict to do her best, which he already knew was only ‘good’ by his standards, or he could take complete control of the situation.

There was no long deliberation. With the steady ‘gluck gluck gluck’ of a ravaged throat, John manhandled Worlina’s head. Repeatedly he hammered her down, sheathed his full length inside her. The bulge his girthy cock created was a delight to see, using the alternative angle of the Mandala Sphere. From there, he could see a whole lot more, her jiggling tits, the way she kept her arms behind her back, as if they were locked, and her pussy gushing as orgasm after orgasm made her eyes roll up.

It was almost too easy, but John revelled in playing the occasional game where he got matched with beginners. Rising lust motivated him to stand up, fuck her face even harder than the mere pull of his hands allowed. Soon he was standing, the repeated thrusts of his hips against her face sending depraved echoes through the room. Faster and faster, harder and harder, he penetrated her tight throat, only stopping when he knew he had to let her breathe. At all other times, the dominance with which he handled her made the masochist squirt all over the carpet. Muffled moans reverberated in his shaft.

Lustful shouts reached his ears and he looked up. Cindy had cleaned herself off and was now working her cunt with both hands. Rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy with feverish speed, she made the tits squished between her arms jiggle continuously. “Master!” she gasped, knowing she had his attention. “Mashtehhrr, I ho-ahh-pe you like thi-“

He wasn’t interested in hearing her dirty talk. “Cum,” he instructed her and the blonde threw her head back as her body suddenly convulsed. “Harder. Cum!” He repeated the command and Cindy spasmed in her seat, having no control over herself at all. John reached the point of no return, watching the slutty interviewer scream, and plunged one more time into Worlina’s throat. His balls rested against the goblin’s chin and then tightened. “Cum!”

Worlina squirted heavily while her stomach was filled with John’s cum. Knees buckling, John had to fight to remain upright while white lightning danced through his field of vision. It became difficult to concentrate, difficult to keep his sense of balance, so overwhelming was the pleasure of the moment.

As quickly as the orgasm had come, so did it begin to fade. While John regained control over himself, the living cocksleeve he was still holding had now turned into a fully spasming mess. With a content smile, he looked at what he had made of the woman, so proud in her sexual abilities, in the span of ten minutes.

“And you were so certain of yourself,” John hummed while he pulled out of Worlina’s mouth. Instinctively, the short and stacked whore sucked him clean on the way. By the hair, he pulled her up, then put a hand around her torso and held her in a less painful fashion. His hand sank into her abundant bosom. “Do you want to end up like this, Cindy?” he asked and walked over.

“Yesssshhhhh,” the catgirl shouted, still rubbing her own cunt.

“You know I’ll reduce you to a quivering mess, yeah? You won’t have any chance to knock me out anymore,” John placed the mindlessly fucked goblin on top of Cindy. Bowing down, he pulled a few levers on the intricately designed chair. It rose to the height of his hips and lowered the backrest. Worlina spasmed, her head resting between Cindy’s tits. “Do you want this? Do you want me to scramble your brain with my cock?”

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Worlina screamed, her pussy gushing and contracting orgasmically around John’s suddenly penetrating member. Wordless, mindless, the goblin’s high-pitched voice only grew louder when John slapped her fat green ass. From the start, he fucked her as quickly as he wanted.

“We couldn’t take you! We can’t take you!” Cindy moaned, her eyes fixed on the ecstatic expression of her fellow interviewer. “You’re too magnificent! I don’t care what you do, just please break me! Shatter my mind tonight! Plea—asshhheee, Mashtaaaaahhh!” Her plea transformed into a climax-induced scream as the Gamer answered it and rammed into her sopping wet cunt. He gave her ten quick, strong thrusts. That was all it took to make her squirt. While her pussy juices gushed out, John slipped back into Worlina.

Alternating between the two tight cunts was a wonderful experience. Whores or not, these two took care of themselves and their pussies gripped his cock with their wet folds. To no surprise, Worlina was tighter and squishing her womb in was the kind of pleasure he could only enjoy with her. For most humanoids, that would have been an unpleasant experience. Not for the shortstack whose whole species had evolved to compensate for larger partners.

It was so delightfully easy to make them cum that this was the way John decided when to change who he was fucking. Each time he plunged into either of them, both of them shook. Worlina’s rippling ass and Cindy’s ecstatic face were all he needed to see. Their shouts said the rest. Back and forth, he switched, fucking them into a multi-orgasmic haze. All the while he remained in control of himself. It was a bit more difficult with the reduced Wisdom, but far from a mindless overtaking of his instincts.

The same couldn’t be said for the two repeatedly squirting sluts in front of him. Cindy and Worlina were both unable to emote anything beyond the pure bliss he hammered into them. He kept going and going, recklessly filling them with his entire length, working hard on filling them with something else.

Then, finally, he felt it build. He continued going regardless. His balls tightened, cum started to pump, but he kept fucking them. The first few ropes of seed shot into Cindy’s eagerly waiting pussy. The catgirl’s spine arched as she squirted heavier than she had at any point before. A moment later Worlina threw her head back as John swiftly changed the holes between two spurts and pumped the second half of his massive load into her cunt. With a satisfied grunt, he pressed against her fat bubble butt and rode out the remainder of his orgasm.