Chapter 15

“We still haven’t gotten to the bottom, no pun intended, of these strange, presumably related events. We don’t even know for sure which ones are or aren’t connected to the rest, and if so, how. Or more to the point, who ... There is no video footage of these events, just of the aftermath, which doesn’t reveal the identity of the perpetrator behind them,” the TV news anchorwoman shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

I chuckled as I noticed the reporter squirming at the sexual innuendo that was inherent in the story. She couldn’t get away from the realization that everything in that context was risque and that made it very awkward for her for some silly or stupid reason. Repressed basic bitch, I thought, too uptight for her own fucking good. She could use a damn good bit of buggery. A nice, thick cock up her ass would help her a lot. Or a tongue, for that matter. Or a finger. Or a strap-on dildo attached to a thigh harness. Or just a vibrator.

I smirked as I froze Time on a whim and willed myself to go to the anchorwoman’s house, well aware that the TV news segment was taped rather than live. I found her drinking some cabernet sauvignon on a bar stool in the kitchen of her townhouse, watching Emily in Paris, which had to be some of the worst television in history, but I digress. I chuckled as I lifted her miniskirt and discovered that she wore black satin panties. I had to wonder for whom, since she showed no signs of a love life, but I supposed that I would soon find out.

Peeling down her underwear, I spread the lady’s cheeks and admired her tan lines before pouring some of the wine down her butt-crack. I stuck out my tongue and slid it between her buns to drink the wine directly from her ass. She shivered and I could see goosebumps on her flesh as I rimmed the hell out of this “journalist.” I used air quotes there because the Fourth Estate had seriously gone downhill in quality, being little more than fluff and propaganda for the existing regime and its corporate backers.

After licking her booty a good bit there, I used some peanut oil and eased my cock into it from behind, sodomizing the reporter as it pleased me to do so for several minutes. I pushed and pulled vigorously, my hips working with hers, the latter involuntarily, enjoying the tightness of her derriere as I rammed my cock balls deep inside her backdoor. I grabbed her cheeks and held them apart while ravaging her tush. It was an incredible rush, of course, especially the deeper inside her colon I went and the more she bumped back at me.

Finally, of course, I exploded inside her bottom and withdrew from it to leave a hot mess in her butt. I slapped her ass repeatedly while she moaned unexpectedly from the pleasure of the swats to her rump. Then I wiped my cock with one of her kitchen paper towels and leaned over to whisper in her ear.

I told her, “Listen, missy, your pretty ass is mine now and I’m going to use it whenever I fucking please. I’m God and you’re a mere mortal, so know your fucking place. From now on, you’ll praise me to the skies, on the air and off it, telling everyone that the mysterious stranger who caused these events is, in fact, God, and should be worshiped instead of condemned. You’ll promote casual sex and hookup culture as much as you can get away with it, along with incest, polygamy, polyamory, bisexuality, anal sex, bondage, pornography, May-December affairs, adultery, etc.

“Oh, and I’m going to fuck your pussy here in a little bit to make sure that I have at least a shot of getting you preggers. But first, I’m tossing out all of your birth control, whatever kind you use. I’ll visit you now and then to increase my fun ... and my odds of knocking you up. You’re far from the only woman that I fuck ... and I don’t want to be the only man in your life, either. Be a slut, if you aren’t already. Also let women fuck you and fuck them back.”

I then walked around her townhouse and found her bathroom, where I promptly dumped her contraceptives into the toilet and flushed them. Grinning, I then wiped my cock again to be sure, washed my hands, and returned to the kitchen to grab the anchorwoman. I entered her twat this time over the counter and rogered her but good, enjoying the sloppiness of her snatch as I screwed her that way. I also eased my left thumb into her cornhole, making her gasp as I used both of her holes for my own pleasure.

I was able to last a lot longer, of course, having already spilled my load into her bottom. I fingered said hole constantly as I fucked her on her bar stool. Then I got a feeling of nostalgia for sexy bottle use and inserted the lid of the wine bottle into her asshole to DP the stuck-up bitch. Every time I pulled out of her twat, I slipped the bottle back into her butt to fuck her hard. She winced a bit as I buggered her with the bottle and poured more wine into her anus. Half of the contents were soon in her booty, and when I pulled it out, plenty of the fluid leaked down her taint and thighs.