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There must be a connection between dreams and the subconscious. How does one control a person by their dreams? A middle-aged man, around the age of forty, with a balding head and a round belly, sat inside his research lab as he studied the idea of dreams. The experiment started off to help level zero Esper reach the heights of level one; if they could change and study within the dream world with the help of another Esper, then they could go to a higher level, at least that was the theory. Then, Indian Poker cards were released.
The Ojisan held the Indian poker card in his stubby fingertips. Using his technology alongside the Indian poker cards, he could start his plan. Yet, can this plan really work? His eyes searched across Academy City’s Internet, seeing if there was someone wanting any poker cards.
Saten Ruiko's name appeared, a cute middle school girl. As someone who has been alone all his life, he saw the poker card he created on the table. The Ojisan swallowed the lump in his throat.
Saten Ruiko's mouth swallowed his adult cock; she sat on her knees as her lips slurped and sucked upon his dick. GRRRLK-GRRLL-GRLKUK-GRLKKL-BRRLK-BRLKP-GRRLK-HHRRK Saten’s mouth pushed down upon her master’s cock; the man couldn’t stop grinning. He was able to get a girl, a cute one, to suck his dick. That means he could change a person's viewpoints and mindbreak them in their dreams.
Yet, there was only one girl who came to his mind. The Level Five Esper and that sexy tomboy, Misaka Mikoto. How he wanted to impregnate her and make her his. Ever since he first saw her, Misaka was all the Ojisan ever thought about. Now, it was time to act. After all, the only girl he wants to lose his virginity to is his beloved.
“Misaka-san, morning,” Saten cried out, waving her arm above her head to signal her friend, Misaka Mikoto, Third-Ranked Level Five. Her eyes shifted to her friend.
“Oh, Saten. We were worried about you. What happened, you were missing yesterday, Uiharu couldn't reach your apartment?” Mikoto wondered, Saten clicked her tongue as she waggled her finger before pulling out a silver-coloured Poker Card.
“Hehe, this is what happened, it’s an S-Ranked Card. I know about what happened last time, but trust me, you will never regret using this card.” Ruiko spoke, Mikoto took hold of it.
“Thanks, Saten-san. I’ll use it tonight.” Mikoto spoke, as Ruiko could only grin. ‘She’s all yours, Master~’ were the thoughts running through Saten Ruiko’s mind.
Later that night, Kuroko turned around, wearing see-through pyjamas, “Onee-sama, I thought you said you gave up on Indian Poker?”
“Saten gave this one to me as a gift, and it’s an S-Ranked one, so I have to try it out. It could be fun, and it’s got the seal of approval from Saten.” Misaka responded, squeezed into her bright green froggy pyjamas.
As Misaka lay down, with the Poker card on her head, Misaka closed her eyes, as the plan was already in motion. The question remains: how many dreams would it take to break Misaka Mikoto?
Dream One:
Mikoto awoke in her dorm room. Kuroko was missing, and she was still wearing her school uniform as she sat on someone's lap. She could feel his hands pressing against the fabric of her shirt as his slimy tongue ran up her neck. Sending shivers down her spine. Her powers wouldn’t work; his fingers pressed up against the grey shorts underneath her skirt as Misaka finally saw the person behind all of this.
There was a man that she had never met before, but from one glance, she could tell that he was nothing more than a fat Ojisan. His mouth pressed against her closed lips as his fingers pulled down her shorts. His other hand started to feel her barely A-cup breasts, as Misaka could feel his fingers sinking into her pussy.
Her virgin walls squeezed around his grubby fingers; she was finally able to pull her face away from the man. “Who even are you?” Misaka wondered,
“Heheh, your new Master, my dear Mikoto-chan. I’m going to pleasure you so much in this dream world that when you wake up, you’ll come to me begging for my cock. Just like that slut, Saten. She took two dreams to break. Are you going to last longer than her?”
This creep. The only way out was to wait until morning. “We have plenty of time; dream time is much longer.” Misaka let out a soft moan as the scientist started to suck on her nipples. “Dreams last for nearly twenty-four hours. I have plenty of time for you to break.”
His mouth gently bit Mikoto’s nipples as she felt his fingers touching her sweet spots in her cunt. The pleasure was flowing through her as the man, almost twice her age, tried to lock lips with her once again. Mikoto turned her head so he would touch her cheek.
‘Damn, this gross Ojisan. I’ll get out of this no matter what,’ Mikoto thought.
She felt herself climaxing upon his fingers. The gross Ojisan chuckled as he pulled his fingers out of her snatch. His tongue ran up his fingers. “So, this is the taste of my future wife.” Misaka scowled at him.
Before the man pushed his fingers into her mouth. Mikoto could taste her cum on her mouth as the man pushed her onto the bed. Her back fell against the blankets as the man’s tongue ran up her slim stomach, his hands touching her soft bottom. Her juices were leaking onto the blankets.
Mikoto hated everything about this. But the thing she hated the most was how she enjoyed it. His mouth placed itself on her ear as he nibbled on it. Misaka let out a soft moan as she bit her lip to try to hold it in. The damn ugly bastard knew her sweet spots as well.
Misaka felt exhausted as she lay on the bed, her clothes dishevelled. “Well, finished yet?” Misaka wondered,
“Oh, my dear sweet wife,”
“I’m not your damn wife, you ugly bastard!”
“We’re only getting started,” the man said as the next dream started.
Dream Two:
Misaka sat in her gym uniform now; she tugged at the shirt to cover her bubble bottom. All of this was disgusting; the scientist’s cock pushed his meaty cock to her face. Mikoto’s face brightened as her jaw slightly dropped.
“S-so, th-that’s nothing. I bet that you made it look bigger for the dream world!” Mikoto flustered her speech.
“Sorry, honey. I can’t do that. I can slightly control your actions, like how everything you feel in here, you feel outside. But my dick is this big. You can see it for yourself to check. But you’ll be my wife by then. Heh, heh, heh.”
His dick pressed her closed lips; she could smell the musk from his cock entering her nostrils. Does this bastard even shower? Mikoto had to wonder; the man plugged her nose, causing Misaka to open her jaw to breathe. The ojisan’s dick slipped in; she could taste the sweat and pre-cum dripping on her tongue.
Misaka could feel the tip hitting the back of her throat as she sniffed his musk, taking whiff after whiff of his scent. Mikoto could feel her pussy clenching as the man held the back of her head, pushing her mouth deeper down on his dick. His balls slapped her chin as he pulled himself back.
Mikoto wrapped her hand around his shaft, pumping it, her tongue circling the head. As the man could only laugh, “There you go, become a good slut wife for me. Sucking my cock every morning will be one of your duties.”
The hatred within Misaka’s eyes grew, but there was nothing she could do until she woke up from this nightmare. The slurping of his cock as Mikoto moved her head, she let go of the dick. Her tongue ran down his shaft as she started sucking on his fat testicles.
“See, you’re learning your duties as my wife already.”
‘Idiot, I’m only doing this to get out of this stupid nightmare faster.’ Misaka thought she couldn’t pretend to have already broken since this bastard would fuck her for the rest of the twenty-four hours she was trapped in this nightmare, regardless.
Misaka placed the cock back into her jaw, her tongue circling as the man held the back of her head. “Make sure to swallow it.” Eh, Misaka had no strength to knock his hands away that were gripping the back of her skull.
She felt his sperm rushing into her mouth; she could taste it on her tongue. It was the worst thing in the world; the man held her mouth shut. Mikoto swirled the sperm around in her mouth before swallowing it down her throat. She wanted to puke but couldn’t. Not in this nightmare world.
“Good wife, remember the taste of your favourite drink, hehe, hehe, hehe.” The man chuckled. Misaka held her stomach; she knew that she just swallowed, or at least felt like she swallowed, both in this dream world and in the real world as well. It was this man’s cum. She just wants to wake from this nightmare. Just to shoot this fatso with a railgun.
Dream Three:
Misaka tugged at the full bottom covering of her school swimsuit as she stood in the pool. The Ojisan hugged her from behind; she could feel his meat pressing against her soft thighs. His mouth pressed against her nape as his hands squeezed her chest through the sewn-in soft cups.
She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her slim stomach as his tongue ran up her neck. “Why haven’t you fucked me yet?” She wondered,
“I want to experience it in real life. I want you to come to me and beg for your husband to fill your sexy body up with his seed and become my wife.”
Yeah, he was gross to the core. Mikoto scowled at him; his hand went down her school swimsuit. He’s been messing with her in every piece of clothing, so even if she was able to get past this. Every time Mikoto wears her school uniform, gym uniform, or swimsuit, she would think of this gross Ojisan and his fat cock.
His hips pulled back as the man pushed Misaka’s body to the edge of the pool, her bubble butt sticking out as the man started to rub his cock on top of her ass. She could feel the warmth of his dick through the swimsuit. Maybe it’s because this was all a dream. Misaka bit on the back of her hand as she felt the gross man’s fingers start playing with her cunt again.
The warm, sticky liquid that dripped from her pussy stuck to his grubby fingers. Mikoto’s cheeks were flushing red as her breathing became ragged. Fighting the urge to moan in pleasure from this gross bastard triple times her age.
The bottom of her swimsuit pulled off as her cunt pressed itself against the shaft of his cock. Misaka’s eyes swirled out of control as the man started to thrust his hips once more. She was climaxing; she couldn’t stop herself.
“Hehe, hehe, hehe. My dear wife, coming from her pussy touching my dick, huh? Not much longer until you’re in my lap in real life and begging for my cock.”
Misaka wanted to slap him, but her hand moved to the head of his cock. Damn it, he had control of her body; his tongue licked her closed lips. While her hands were playing with the mushroom head of his cock, her juices leaked on his dick. The water from the swimming pool splashed the pair.
Mikoto felt his warm sperm covering her hand. Her hand moved to her mouth; the cum smelled just as bad as it did last time. But Misaka's tongue licked across the palm of her hand, her mouth covering each finger, slurping up any piece of sperm on them.
The only thing she had control of was her mind. “Enjoying yourself? After all, I’m not doing anything to you.”
Misaka’s eyes widened, shuddering with dread. She believed that this was his doing, yet it was hers.
Dream ten: Misaka dressed in a Gekota raincoat, wearing white and green striped panties, as the man's tongue pushed inside her cunt. Dream twenty-three: Misaka, dressed as a Playboy bunny girl, mouth wrapped around his shaft, her tongue showering the man’s cock with affection, right in front of her friends and crush. Dream thirty-one: Misaka wearing her polka dot bikini, her hand stroking his wood as Misaka could feel his schlong in the palm of her hand before her stomach got covered by his sticky come.
Dream forty: Misaka sucked his cock again right in front of Kamijou as Mikoto could see the boy she liked masturbating at the sight. It was nowhere near as big as the Ojisan. Dream forty-three, her mother watched in horror as the little girl she raised was now getting eaten out by an ugly bastard while Misaka was slurping on his cock. Dream fifty-five: Misaka looked around her as many passers-by looked at the famous Level Five kissing a gross, fat old man while her hand was rubbing on his dick.
What dream is it, fifty-eight or sixty, maybe even seventy? Misaka had no idea as she pressed her lips against the man. Their tongues interlocking with each other as she sat on his lap, grinding her hips against his meaty shaft. “Mister, mister, I love you! ♥️ ~mhmm~ Please fuck me; I want to feel your fat cock in my underage pussy, and I would like to be your wife,” Misaka spoke.
The man only grinned, “Then come to me.”
Misaka finally woke up as the sun rose. After that dream, there were almost sixty. Yet, Misaka didn't care. Her blankets were soaked with her cum her face was flushed. She looked over at her sleeping roommate. “Goodbye, Kuroko.” She spoke with a small kiss on the girl's cheek.
After all, Misaka Mikoto will never come back.
At the research lab, the man grinned as he saw Misaka pull down her shorts and lift her skirt to show off her soaking wet pussy. “Mister, can I be your wife? I want to marry you.” Her mind was completely broken.
Misaka saw his throbbing length as she crawled towards it, her nose pressing up against the base of his manly meat.
Mikoto inhaled the scent exuding off his enormous cock; the meat stick smacked against her soft face as his hand hit her sweet bubble butt, swinging his hand and landing a clean spank directly onto Misaka’s right butt cheek. It echoed in the empty lab; her eyes were shaped like hearts as she inhaled the intoxicating scent from the oji-san.
There were no longer any obstacles between her and her dream. This was no dream nor nightmare; this is a wonderful reality. The scent was the definition of the word ‘overwhelming virility.
‘SNIFFFFFFFFF!’
Misaka never thought that she would attempt to sniff something so forcefully from this dirty, fat oji-san who messes with her head, yet at this point. Mikoto couldn’t tell; the scent from his cock was like a drug. Mikoto was rubbing her legs together as her lips pressed against the throbbing shaft.
♥️♥️♥️
“Look at the mighty Level Five, sniffing the cock of a dirty oji-san. This is where you and your friends belong, but you're the only one for me, dear Misaka.”
Would this man send this technology to other men like him and break her friends? The thought was it was making her pussy throb, the unbelievable smell, the damp feeling in her childish panties as her arousal kept increasing.
Did the dreams of the oji-san masturbating, touching, and groping her work to this, or was it just because she was this weak-willed? Mikoto could see the future now, her tight, little hole being split open by this dirty, fat oji-san as she was pumped full of his thick seed swishing around in spherical testicles. The big oji-san cock she craved above all this, as Mikoto’s hips launched into the air, her pupils were completely heart-shaped.
Her lips slowly opened, as if she was ready to admit her defeat. After all, this man had tamed her; he’s her Master. Her fat, dirty, disgusting oji-san that she loved with all of her heart~~!! There was no point in fighting against this feeling.
His dick, it was so big, fat, and sweaty, her hands drifted to cup the shaft as her soft tongue ran up the shaft. Mikoto Misaka was in a trance; the mighty Level Five Railgun was nowhere to be found now. All she is a slut for this man to fuck and breed however he wanted to.
Misaka could picture in her mind those balls churning and swelling with thick, creamy seeds. Mikoto found herself drooling over his meaty shaft. ‘I bet they taste as good as they smell,’ Misaka thought to herself. ‘Salty, rich, and sweet. Surely, it wouldn’t hurt to have a taste… ♥️’
Her tongue flicked out, the tip barely getting licked, as if she wanted to confirm her suspicions. Mikoto’s fingers spasmed at the side of his cock, the top of the cock. Drool dripped; the wetness spread between her legs. Mikoto was fighting herself, and she was masturbating from the smell of cock alone.
Mikoto looked up; her eyes were begging as if she was waiting for an order, “Mister~♥️♥️♥️.”
“Suck it.” With that alone order, Misaka nodded her head.
The petite brunette relished the feeling of this older man’s big cock in her mouth; she was currently sucking the thick, girthy meatstick of some man who’s older than her father. Her fingers shoved up her velvety folds, dragging around the entrance of her hole. She orally worshiped this bastard’s phallus. Mikoto wiped her tongue around the entire girth of his behemoth cock, humming around the dick.
“Mmmmpppphhh~~!! Mmmppphhh~! Gggaaackkk~!! ♥️♥️♥️,” Misaka moaned around his shaft.
Her tongue lapped at the sensitive tip that throbbed in response to her actions, her gentle fingers dragging along the shaft while her wet mouth worked at the tip. Mikoto nodded her head with her mouth filling up with this oji-san’s meat. Tilting her face over towards different sides, believing it would aid her in the engulfment of his towering pole and make her Master Oji-san feel much better.
So, he would take her as his wife. That's what Misaka Mikoto wanted to prove presently, to show her sexual experience to him. Her eyes often looked up at him, with a begging plea in them.
The cock popped out of her mouth with a wet plop. Misaka found her pussy gushing as her juices splashed against the lab floor as she made herself climax from the action of masturbating and the greasy, gross smell of his gross cock that was making her mind spiral out of control and go into a bitch in heat for his fat, tremendous cock.
Her heroic self, the mighty Railgun, was too far gone…
Misaka leaned forward to start showering the fat tip with her pink lips, kissing the head lightly. Mikoto was making out with his cock; after all, it was the same dick that is owned by her soulmate and master. This middle-aged oji-san, in the back of her mind, had memories of a spiky-haired boy fleeing as she was overtaken by lust.
His cock pulsed like a heartbeat. ‘Cum, cum, please, fill my mouth with your powerful sperm and make me guzzle down your sperm with each gulp~~!!! ♥️ ♥️ ♥️’ were the thoughts plaguing Misaka’s mind; she felt him throbbing in her mouth, and the slurping noises and lip-smacking noises were loud, echoing around the lab. Mikoto could hear her own slutty nature echoing in her ears as her throat took more of his cock inside her. His right hand grabbed a hold of her small butt, his fat fingers rubbing her cunt, teasing her clit as Misaka felt his large index finger teasing the entrance of her dripping wet pussy.
The vile meat stick banged against the back of her throat as Mikoto swallowed whatever she could fit inside her gullet. She tried to plunge more of his fantastic manhood down her throat, wanting to choke on his shaft, feel his sperm and seed rushing down into her stomach. Those fat testicles had so much sperm in them.
One shot would easily lead her to carry his child. Mikoto couldn’t stop picturing it: her carrying his child with a wedding ring on her left ring finger. It's was marvellous thought that she couldn't wait to happen.
“Mmhhhnnnm!~” Misaka moaned; the horniness was showing through her moans of pleasure, Mikoto plunging her head repeatedly down his shaft, his hand gripping the back of her head, “Get ready, Misaka. I’m going to blow,” the old man spoke.
Those fat nuts, the sperm rushing down her throat, Mikoto was already hooked on the flavor from the pre-cum that her tongue gobbled up as she licked on the tip. The white liquid splashed into her mouth, the man held onto the back of Mikoto’s head, and her eyes widened.
Mikoto could feel the warmth of each drop hitting the back of her throat and the light gulping noises. The warmth of his seed, the flavor of the sperm—it was intoxicating. The flavor was making her head spin; the dick continued shooting seed after seed into her gullet; the cum was so potent, it could easily make her pregnant.
Mikoto rubbed her belly; she couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Then it finally came to an end. Misaka popped her mouth off his cock, holding her mouth shut, leaning her head upwards as she spun the sperm in her mouth, making sure she would be able to taste it on her tongue. The flavor was outstanding, her pussy was drenched, and as Mikoto opened her mouth to her beloved oji-san, the white sticky sperm showed on her pink tongue before Mikoto swallowed it all down.
“Can you fuck me now, Mister~? ♥️” Misaka begged, rubbing her legs together, her soaking wet clit ready for this fat old man’s dick.
Her school uniform fell to the ground as the man pressed his lips against her small nipples, his tongue dancing around her bright pink nipples. “Are you enchanted by my body, Mister~?”
“You bet I am! I wanted to fuck your sexy tomboy pussy and breed for so long.”
That made Misaka’s day; her smile grew. The one man who loved her body, even if she didn’t have the biggest chest size, was nothing more than a dirty old man. But his hand grabbed ahold of her butt, his mouth bit on her soft nipples, and Mikoto's moans reached into his ears.
She was begging for it, waiting for it, until he pressed his mouth against hers. Mikoto’s first kiss should’ve been something special, yet Misaka couldn’t think of anyone better to give it to than this fat old man. She moaned sweetly in his lip lock, their tongues twisting around each other, Mikoto surrendering herself to the temptation, being driven to new heights of pleasure.
The man’s tongue moved down her throat; it was something that only happened in her dreams, yet now it was becoming reality, similar to how she would become his little wife.
The kiss broke apart as Misaka huffed and puffed, winded; her cheeks were getting warmer. “Please, Mister~ Fuck me, PLEASE FUCK MY RIPE VIRGIN CUNT~! DUMP SO MUCH SPERM INTO MY WOMB SO I’LL HAVE YOUR CHILD! I DON’T CARE, I WANT TO MARRY YOU, OJI-SAN!” Misaka bellows out her true feelings, lost in the realm of lust and pleasure.
The man held onto her curvaceous frame as he pushed Mikoto down upon the bed he had already set up beforehand, his cock rubbed against the entrance of her dripping wet pussy, and his mouth sucked at the base of her neck. Mikoto softly moaned as she wrapped her smooth legs around his large waist, her soft, smooth thighs pressing up against his round hips.
Then his massive cock could take the plunge, spearing into her. Mikoto wrapped her arms around his neck as she bit into his shoulder, the tip stretching out her virgin cunt as the gross oji-san held onto her back. The dampness from her previous climaxes caused Mikoto to shriek loudly in ecstasy.
“Aaaahhhhh!! Aahh…ahh….aahh..aaahh..aahhhh..!! Uuughhh!!~” She cried out. Mikoto felt her cervix clutch. It was Mikoto’s goal to squeeze out all the drops of sperm in his testicles and have him fill her womb. There was no way that she would be leaving here without this old man-child inside her.
If she ever wanted to leave after this. After all, she is this gross oji-san’s wife…
The man slammed into her; his cock continued to fill her up, inch after inch. Into whom he successfully shoved himself balls deep, Misaka was finally connected to the man who had been haunting her dreams. It was beyond wonderful. Incoherent mumbles and grumbling escaped Mikoto’s lips. Lost in the euphoria, she was finally getting used to his turgid length. The first dick that she’d ever taken and would receive was that of a disgusting fat old man as he pounded his hips into her snatch.
The wet slaps echoed around the lab. Mikoto could hear their lovemaking; it felt so natural, so perfect.
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK! THWAP, THWAP, THWAP!*
The oji-san was already in a rhythm, allowing Mikoto to learn that this was where she belonged, underneath a man double or triple her age as she had her cunt pounded by his fat cock. He held the underside of her smooth thighs and pushed her knees towards her head to create a greater penetration as he rocked back and forth, causing Mikoto to wallow in pleasure.
This would completely break her if she hadn’t been broken already by his fat oji-san cock. His tongue dragged across her lips as Mikoto opened her lips. “Harder, Oji-san, please pound my cunt. I want every inch in me~!!”
The scientist accepted her pleading invitation with a wide grin. Why should he care? He wanted to knock this hot middle schooler up and marry her. As he proceeded to savagely pound this beautiful tomboy’s pussy into total submission.
Any chance of escape or to regain her past self was now gone. As he pushed all of his weight into her sopping wet quim, her juicy squishing around the fat cock buried into her snatch, her head was spinning, as her pupils were shaped like hearts. If it wasn’t clear before, now it’s obvious.
Misaka Mikoto, Tokiwadai’s Ace and the famous Railgun, is gone and replaced by a girl who wanted to get fucked by this middle-aged man’s cock and become his wife.
These brain-rotting waves of ecstasy and pleasure destroyed her mind, his shaft moving inside her delicious snatch. Her pants were becoming wetter with each thrust. Mikoto’s vaginal walls squeezed his swaying hips as his manhood speared into her depths, hitting the entrance of her womb.
Mikoto’s tongue crept out of her mouth as she started to return his thrust, slamming into that jiggly ass. The wet plaps were music to Misaka Mikoto’s ears. She really was taking all of his love inside her, and it felt magnificent. Her head felt empty as this mindless pleasure.
“This is! ♥️ Too much! I love you, Mister~ It’s so good! You and your fat old cock~ ♥️” Misaka screamed.
The man’s erection kept hitting the deepest ends of Misaka’s underage pussy; the different angles were making her succumb to the throes of passion shared between the two of them. Their compatibility was perfect; it was as if this man was her soulmate as his mouth reached towards her.
Misaka never hesitated as she passionately returned the kiss to her lover; the fact that he was several times her age didn’t matter in the slightest. “I love you, this lewd, fuckable, delicious tomboy body. You're my ideal woman, and now I’ll never let you go~!”
Misaka was panting uncontrollably at the older man blowing off years of steam. How many times had he masturbated to photos of her until now, when she lay underneath him? The sexual collision taking place between the two of them, the wetness from Misaka’s pussy splashed with each time that rugged member slid out of her previously virgin tunnels. The man pushed his hardest into her; Mikoto wrapped her slender legs around his fat waist, his penis coating her insides with warm juices. Mikoto could feel her belly getting filled to the brim with his adult seed, as the two of them were sweating as they were mating.
Misaka felt winded. “Oji-san, that was unbelievable. You're perfect for me,” Mikoto spoke as she leaned forward to kiss his cheek.
“Why are you acting like it’s already over? You know how long I wanted this sexy body, how long I wanted to be your husband. We're not done until I've emptied my balls into all your holes and claimed you for myself!”
Mikoto looked downwards to see his towering length, and it was all because of her. She felt butterflies in her stomach. Here she thought that no one would find her flat chest or boyish figure attractive.
But here was his was a lustful beast that has been wanting and lusting over her body. How could she ever forget about that, her hot, oozing snatch, leaking out his warm, sticky sperm that he fired within her without a second thought to her having his child?
Why would he care about safety? The two are husband and wife.
Misaka got taught by this oji-san’s untameable limbo, he was like a raging sex beast as she sat on her knees on the bed, her hands gripping the posts. His hand spanked Mikoto’s peachy ass meat, and he stroked his length at the entrance of her helpless pussy, the juices from their previous lover making session until his member forced its way into her ass.
“Hahn!~ Ahhnn!~ Ouughhh~ OHHHHHH!! ♥️♥️” Mikoto fervently moaned,
Her ass cheeks clapped around his moving shaft as the old, fat scientist furiously pounded away at this middle-schooler's bubble butt.
SLAP! SLAP! SCHLOP! SCHLOP! PLAP! PLAP!
It was sucking up all the air from Misaka’s lungs, the brain-rotting pleasure as the man pounded into her ass. He held onto her sweet hips with each thrust that was tremendous and fierce; it was causing the mighty level five to drool. Anything outside of sex had escaped her head; all that mattered was pleasing this middle-aged man until death do them part.
“I love your big meaty cock so muchhhh! ♥️♥️♥️~” Misaka moaned out, her confession hardly needed to be said; it was clear that she had already lost after the first dream they shared. “I’m such a slut for middle-aged cock,”
“My cock, you belong only to me, you little slut~!!!”
“AHHHHH!!!~~ YES DADDY~~!”
His arm whipped her wobbly, smooth ass repeatedly as Mikoto couldn’t stop herself. “What about your friends? Willing to sell them out? I wouldn’t mind a harem.” The man grinned and chuckled at the idea.
Mikoto didn’t answer straightaway. “Y-yes, I would love to see you fuck all my friends; it would be so hot to see that.”
She started to hyperventilate as the barbaric flesh ravished her; it seems like her words drove him to go wild. Sensations that only used to exist in her dreams were now happening all in reality. How could Misaka monopolize this brain-melting pleasure for herself? Misaki, Kyoko, Uiharu, and that Silver Sister should all be next to her. This man is the only person who should be sitting on a throne with several naked women surrounding him.
With Misaka Mikoto as his queen.
Undignified moans escaped Mikoto’s lips; it was unbecoming of a girl who was once recognized as the Electric Princess of Tokiwadai. His fatal cumshot, the searing hot liquid, seeped into the depths of her hungry ass, pumping her guts with shot after shot. Mikoto slid off his cock; her tired eyes looked upwards to see his dick. It was still as hard as when they started.
Was this man even human? Or was Misaka just that lucky in finding the perfect gentleman for her? She didn’t care for the answer to the question she wanted; all she knew was it was her job to take care of it until he got more sluts.
“Master, when you mind-break my friends, will I still be your favorite?” Misaka wondered, and the man chuckled.
“Absolutely, we'll always be together. Because I love you, my dear Mikoto.” Those words caused Misaka's heart to flutter.
He lifted her up as he held her pussy directly over his cock. “This is definitely going to make me pregnant. Heh, heh, I can’t wait~.”
Misaka’s body pressed up against the shower walls as the warm water poured over her naked body. Mikoto’s heart was pounding in her chest, his member dragging across her beautifully shaped buttocks, before the oji-san's gigantic dick shoved into her, moving in a manner of pure lust, her legs wrapped around his waist as his hands held onto her heart-shaped bottom.
Their tongues twist against one another. As the juices from Misaka’s climax wash into the drain. Later her tongue ran up his shaft as she held his remarkable, humongous cock in her warm hands. Feeling the bulging vein, playing with faster strokes with her womanly fingers. Mikoto was just enamored by the glorious cock. She had cat ears on her head and a cat tail plug shoved up her ass.
The tips of her fingertips couldn’t connect and wrap all the way around his fat manhood. Touching this magnificent dick was all inside her head, her libido taking over. Someone like this existed, the smug grin as he looked down upon her.
It was clear where the two stood, as Mikoto’s mouth sucked on the tip of the dick, her soft lips pressing up against his head. Soft kisses as her tongue licked up with the Oji-san’s thrusting hips, his cock hitting the side of her left cheek.
Mikoto dragged her hips against his cock while her tongue moved up his body. Pushing her body weight down on his length. His hand held on her hips as he pushed inside her, hilting the whole length into her glorious womb.
Shlick! Shlick! Shlick! Schlap! Schlap! Schlop! Schlop! Schlllllpp!
He would skullfuck her like a toy, appreciating how good of a toy she was. Misaka’s hand moved to grope and stroke the fat cum-orbs swinging between his thighs. Stuffing her mouth with sperm, as the cum-hungry Level Five was practically shaking her hips. The taste was potent and chewy.
Misaka felt his lips pressing against her chest, his sensitive cock tip rubbing against the entrance of her cunt once again, as all one could hear in the lab were the echoes of their mating and breeding of these two in love. The Level Five Esper and her beloved Oji-san.
Sometime afterwards…
Has an entire day passed by? Mikoto didn’t know; her legs felt like jelly. It was clear that not even a Level Five was capable of exhausting the engine of this Oji-san’s breeding instinct. She clearly needed more; her wonderful friends would surely want to join.
A video rolled, and one could see Misaka Mikoto wearing a swimsuit bridal lingerie as she hugged the oji-san, her tongue pressing up against him. Kuroko Shirai watched all of it happen, all the violent sex and breeding. It was all mating between the fat oji-san and her Onee-sama, but she couldn’t help but push her fingers into her pussy.
Maybe… It wouldn’t be so bad… If she joined her Onee-sama…
The oji-san had Misaka on his right, with a silver wedding ring wrapped around her left ring finger, as the Electric Master passionately made out with her beloved husband, while Saten sucked on his fat cock, choking down on his massive shaft. With a pregnancy test on the table, coming out positive. As Misaka is carrying his child.
It wouldn’t be long until their friends willingly joined, but that’s a story for another time; until then…
End of story.