No Matter What I Pretend - Chapter 3

When it was decided that somebody would have to distract Roshi for the whole of his birthday so they could spring the surprise party on him at night, Videl volunteered to do it immediately. She was so swift about it that she was worried someone would suspect something about her. She'd cheated on Gohan with Roshi twice already, and she was eager to find an excuse to do it again, but everyone was just relieved to not have been on Roshi duty, so they didn't raise a stink about it at all, leaving her free to do whatever she wanted for the sake of moving on to 'better' parts of the plan. It left her free to plan in secret her 'day out' for the old man, which was all going to be a thinly veiled excuse to get at his fat cock and shamelessly indulge in him while everybody else was busy and wouldn't pay any attention at all to them.

Once more, Videl donned her old outfit. White shirt over her perky tits, tight black shorts over her big ass, and her hair done in girlish pigtails like it was the old days, a way to mark what she was looking for that she knew Roshi would understand and immediately be all fucking over, driven by his desire to pound her raw. "We're going shopping," she told him, smile bright as she dragged the old man to the mall and left him a cock teased mess while she insisted that she had some shopping to do before they did some other things.

But Roshi's hands were all over Videl's ass as she looked at clothes on the rack. People were staring as they walked by, his utterly unsubtle grabbing drawing plenty of attention. It didn't matter; she was lit up with an excitement beyond sense. "You don't need any clothes but these slutty shorts you wear every time you want me to fuck you," he wheezed. The old man was as shamelessly perverted in public as he'd been in semi-private, and it made Videl's legs weak. She was embarrassed by just how much him being so shamelessly and aggressively a dirty old man pushed her buttons, but she knew she was hopelessly incapable of arguing against the idea that yes, this was exactly what she wanted, and would be every time it happened.

To emphasize that, when she went into the changing room, she took him in with her.

"It's been months since I had your huge cock up my ass," Videl whined, biting her lip and trying to keep it down as she braced against one of the changing booth walls, treated to hard thrusts forward that filled her dizzy head with far too many vulgar thoughts to keep track of. Everything Roshi did to Videl was a forward and aggressive expression of just what he needed, and she appreciated it. Respected it, almost. He was a dirty old perv, but he was one who always knew how to make her feel good, always knew how to push her limits and supply her with a dizzy rush of all the senseless, decadent pleasures she craved.

"This is what I wanted for my birthday," Roshi snickered, bringing his hand down across Videl's toned rear with harsh, vulgar delight. "This perfect ass pushing down into my lap. How'd you know?" he'd been waiting for the next chance to get alone with Videl, and he saw her 'birthday trip out' for what it was. Well, at least part of it; he had no idea there was a surprise party brewing for him, but he was absolutely certain that all Videl wanted was to get at his cock, and he was ready to 'respect' that as he drilled her tight backside with harsh, shameless motions. He knew what eh was about, and he knew he could get as much of it as he damn well pleased, throwing himself into the deep end and carelessly pursuing pleasure in whatever form it could take.

This was too much, but its deepest, most satisfying excesses produced something beautiful. Roshi felt powerful as he indulged in the domination of a tight young woman's desperate body, and he knew there was no limit to how far he could go in pursuit of it. Wild slams back and forth kept her stumbling, struggling, lost to the helpless fever and dizzy ecstasy of something so raw that he didn't care about holding back. Videl didn't want him to, though; the most intense sex she knew was slamming against a man old enough to be a barely-remembered family ancestor who a great grandparent would speak of fondly in passing. And yet, he had the best cock she'd ever taken, and she wasn't ashamed of cheating on Gohan as she sought out more of him.

The slam of his heavy, wrinkled sac down against her pussy was the only attention it got, but she knew she'd cum anyway. "You can do form ore for your birthday than rearrange my guts, but it's such a nice start, isn't it?" She looked over her shoulder, biting her lip as she met him and his wild aggressions, loving what he could do to her and savouring every wicked throb of sensation and indulgence that he supplied her with. Each pulse of shuddering ecstasy wore down her thoughts just a little bit further, left Videl ready to sink that tiny bit deeper into pleasures so decadent that she couldn't keep track of them all.

Keeping quiet was a struggle that she found herself less and less able to deal with as she fell into the embrace of this mess, moaning louder and hotter for him under the weight of what he could do. It was too much, and she was stuck between a rock and a hard place trying to handle all of it, knowing with the utmost certainty that she wanted more, and that was really all she needed. Roshi put her through the wring like only he could, tugging at her girlish pigtails and evoking sharp reminders of days long gone, her senseless desperation leaving her with the singular certainty that all she needed in life was to give in to this creepy old man.

"You fuck so much better than Gohan does. It's not fair." The desperate pushes back against his lap showed off her desperate, hazy needs, the desires crashing against her with even fiercer and more reckless demands. She didn't know how to hold herself together any longer, but that was all slipping away into immaterial, senseless desperation. Roshi's cock was good enough to be worth whatever she wanted to do and however she wanted to give in, her fall as grand as it could be, and worth every second of it.

"Nobody wants to listen to me about how to pleasure a woman. All those men could be making their wives cream themselves at the thought of getting into bed with them, but they don't want to listen to me. But knowing a good, upstanding lady like you wants some real love gives me hope. If they won't learn, maybe I should fuck more of their wives." Roshi was letting this all go to his head, but as long as his huge cock was pounding into Videl as it did, there didn't seem like any reason for her to try and dispel these notions. She was having the time of her life getting fucked, and she didn't need to consider anything else, loving how he touched her and loving the fact it all burned so right.

Videl had to clasp a hand over her mouth to contain the raw noise that wanted to spill from her lips as she came. Drunk on the foggy ecstasy of this treatment, she could barely comprehend how good this felt, not sure how it was allowed to be so good, but she let it take her by storm, let the quivering rushes of fever and desperation push her limits once more, driving her hard over the line, and her own desperate, pulsating orgasm was happily underscored by the flood of hot, thick spunk flooding her bowels, making her babble and shiver as she almost came again from the thrill of it all.

Roshi held firm, buried inside of Videl, and in her dizzy, hopeless delight, she moaned, "I-I do really have clothes I'd like to try on, though."

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After shopping and a trip back to the car to load the trunk up, they decided to see a movie. It wasn't really about the movie, though. Not for Videl. Roshi chose some martial arts movie that made sense for him to want to see, and it was his birthday celebration so she wasn't going to be opposed to that kind of thing, agreeing to see whatever he anted, knowing that she had very different motives in mind to get him into that theater.

She didn't take long to make them known, either. The movie had barely started--with Videl's interest already pretty much gone in face of such overbearing macho posturing from the main characters--when she reached her hand into his shorts and started to jerk him off. It was as simple and as straightforward as could be, her lips leaning in and planting kisses onto his cheek. "Kiss me before you cum in my mouth," she moaned, wanting him to really take her.

Roshi was happy to oblige, shoving his tongue into Videl's mouth, dominating her with a kiss that was as greedy and as forceful as he could muster, something that had Videl swooning under the excitement and the delirium of letting herself go. She felt happy to lose all control, felt joy in the powerless haze and throb of ecstasy that pushed her thoughts and her limits. She wanted more of this, and she just couldn't bring herself to care about controlling it all. His wants were clear, and Videl felt like she was a horny teenager again giving into them. In a weird way, Roshi brought out that side more than the boyfriend she had since she was a teenager ever could.

Once the kiss was done, Videl trailed lower. She fished out the old man's cock and got her lips around it, head vanishing into his lap. The theater wasn't packed to the brim, but it was full enough for this to be a risky move, which only excited Videl further, made her ache the opportunity to push harder down against this weirdness and accept that she was in a position now so wild and so brilliantly reckless that it felt too good to be real. She pushed on for more of it, certain only of the fact that she deserved this, and she was going to get every second of enjoyment she could out of sucking an old man's huge dick.

One hand held onto the base, the other grasping his heavy nuts, toying with them while she worked her head further down his lap in careful motions built upon firmness and hunger. She didn't need anything else, didn't want anything else. The passion and the forward fire of blowing Roshi in a movie theater spoke for itself, and Videl knew she'd never have done anything like this for Gohan on his birthday. It was a special kind of wrongness, and she let it fuel her. She was a cheater, but with a man who made it all the more ludicrous, and she loved every second of it.

The upside to blowing him at a movie as opposed to some other precious public place was that the movie's volume was so naturally loud and aggressive that it masked the sounds of her overly sloppy oral approach. Videl didn't want to be tender or slow here, didn't want to control her descent at all. She threw herself into ravenous, horny frenzy and cock-addled devotion with such immediate passion and desperation that it made absolute certain what she wanted and how badly she wanted it. Drool slathering his cock and paying ample, hopeless praise to the desires getting further out of control all showed off something truly wicked, the aimless and frustrated bliss that drove her over the edge in frantic and almost feral desire for more.

Roshi grabbed the back of her head and forced Videl down hard, pushing with greedy delight and a clamour beyond sense to really make her lose herself. This was too much, and its brutal lessons proved to be something that she didn't feel capable of making sense of, but she felt certain she was going to need more, struggling under the pressures and the worries of what kept her giving in. She didn't need anything else, happily letting this rip her apart and push her into something truly beautiful. The heat and the delight that drove her to the limit.

Roshi relaxed back in steady appreciation, his groans thankfully masked by the movie as he tugged her to throat him down, her gagging only adding to the pressures of this treatment, but it was a pleasure she loved more than anything. The pressures pushed her, kept her giving in deeper to aimless and frantic passions, her needs accelerating what she was giving in to and demanding that she let it push her limits. She didn't get enough time with Roshi, didn't get to see him often enough for her holes to get used to the sheer size of his mighty prick, and his cock was pushing her throat to the limit once again, just as she loved.

The sloppy up and down of her head kept pushing for more, desperate to seek out the excitement and the passion she kept embracing, dizzily losing herself to the joy and the aimless fire that wanted her to give in. Submitting to Roshi was all she wanted to do, and that meant letting her throat relax and serve his huge cock, meant accepting that she wanted to be dominated and fucked raw by an old pervert who had no right to have her as hopelessly addicted to his dick as she was. But there she was, sucking away, giving him what he wanted, embracing the idea that all that mattered now was giving in and letting go.

When Roshi came, it was right down her throat, painting it while as he held her down, let her spasming throat massage his cock as it erupted. He welcomed the messy and sloppy passion, the aimless confusion and bafflement leaving her to writhe under the panic and confusion. She couldn't keep her head on straight, delving into the deep end and lost to the excitement of what came with it, but she held firm, let him do what he wanted down her gullet. His load was one she was desperate and overjoyed to drink down, and as Roshi let her pull back, she did so slowly, whining, drawing back only to moan, "Do you want to focus on the movie, or can I stay down here a little bit longer?'

Rather than respond with words, he shoved her back down his dick again.

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After ninety minutes of having his cock sucked non-stop, the idea that Roshi still had the desire to immediately just right back into more stood as a testament to everything Videl craved about the old coot. They got to the car, and rather than immediately head back to Videl's, Roshi dragged her into the back seat, getting her down on all fours and tugging his shorts out of the way. "Let's not go back yet," he said, and rammed his cock into her needy twat, hands seizing her hips and tugging her back against him harder in ready, vigorous pursuit now of every depraved flare of lust carrying him forward.

"Nngh, we can wait a bit longer," Videl whimpered. Sucking Roshi off for so long had left her soaking wet, her thighs drenched inside of her tight shorts, and the idea of having his huge cock stretch out her needy, desperate cunt set the stage a bit too perfectly for her to now seek the idea of letting go. Roshi hit her just like she needed, and Videl wasn't about to shy away from the chance to give in fully to what ripped across her thoughts and filled her with pride. Roshi was ready to fuck her senseless, and she was eager to find out just how hard he could go.

Her hips slammed back against his with desperation aplenty, the need surging through her as a throbbing desire to get filled and fucked and used carried Videl to whatever desperate heights she could reach. "It feels so good!" she shrieked, jerking back and forth to meet his thrusts and embrace what felt much too wild to help. She understood what she needed, understood that she was prepared to give in fully to something so beautiful and so heated that it felt almost too good to be true. Videl didn't know how an old man with such dirty sensibilities was able to charm her into dropping her panties and make her hooked on opportunities to get at him some more, but she gave herself wholeheartedly to it.

Roshi's smacks across Videl's ass were all but a formality now, a necessity he met as he pounded into the much younger woman, filling her up and savouring the thrill of pushing her limits. "Moan louder for me," he said, as the car they were in rocked a little bit from the force of his powerful slams forward. He knew he could do whatever he wanted, and he was ready to get away with this backseat pounding, certain he could have his way with her. "Let me know what you really want."

"I want your cock to break me in," she moaned. 'I want you to fuck me so hard I have second doubts about staying with Gohan!" Did she want that? she wasn't sure, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like what she wanted, felt like the only reasonable expression of things pushing her to keep giving in. The prospect of sex with Gohan never looked worse than it did when Roshi's fat cock was breaking her pussy open and making her feel like she had finally attained true happiness. It didn't make sense, didn't feel right, but that wrongness only left her more fulfilled, more desperate to embrace what came to her. Everything Videl accepted was there. Raw. Powerful. A driven sensation of surrender and cloying heat to demand she succumb to her most base desires, to feral appetites and a need for cock so mighty that her own sense of morality suffered in the process.

Roshi's thrusts pushed her further up along the backseat, until her hands were flush against one of the windows, pressed to the door and staring out. she was a mess, her indecent expression blatant for passers-by to see, and there was absolutely nothing restrained about any of this, the passions pushing into deeper chaos and an excitement beyond sense. The desperation driving her further over the line was something completely beyond sense. She jerked back and forth with the excitement of a passion too unreasonable to help, and even as people walked by and judged her sharply for what she was doing, Videl kept going, caring only about giving in to the pleasure pushing her limits, wanting it too strongly to grasp and accepting that she was right where she needed to be.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" Videl shrieked. She couldn't help herself, pushing back against these overbearing throbs of ecstasy that kept her needy and hungry, so hopeless and so aimless that she didn't know how to keep her head on straight. This was excessive and bizarre, but she felt happy to lose herself to it, moaning under the need and the ferocious desire that left her struggling. She didn't care about containing this, and she was sure she was drawing untoward attention to herself. It didn't matter. Videl crashed headlong into a pleasure and a passion too reckless to handle, awash in desperate desires as she let slip one more joy.

"It's not safe today!"

The news only made Roshi cum harder, made him slam forward with a harshness beyond sense. He came deep into her, throwing all caution away as he pumped her full of cum, leaning over her like only a dirty old pervert could to groan into her ear. "I know what I want for my birthday now."

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"If you want to knock me up, fuck me like you mean it!" Videl squealed, bounced up and down Roshi's cock with powerful thrusts upward demanding that she give in to the utter desperation of pure surrender. The ferocious rush of senseless desire and hunger kept her moving with aimless desperation. Her breasts bounced about wildly as she gave up to the molten ecstasy of getting drilled senseless, moaning needier and hotter under what kept her falling deep into this depravity. She didn't how to handle all of it, but she was happy to ask Roshi to knock her up, to let him keep pounding her pussy even though it was anything but safe.

After getting back to her home, Roshi dragged her to the bedroom and fucked her right there in the bed. Right where Gohan slept. It was truly mad, a wrongness like nothing she had indulged in yet, but she couldn't help it, allowing her marital bed to become the disgraceful site of something truly wicked. Roshi had a good chance at breeding her, and his obsession with trying to do so was something that she simply didn't want to fight, letting him fuck her harder and faster, ruining her thoughts and laying utter waste to her as he kept on pounding. She didn't understand how any of this could have happened to her and what she was stuck trying to give into.

But she didn't try to stop it. Didn't speak up, didn't fight against this. Didn't try to suck him off or insist it was wrong. She couldn't even think about how it was wrong, a hopeless, gasping mess of babbling fuckmeat pounding herself down onto fat old man dick and hoping he'd drain those huge balls into her womb and give her the goods. It was completely devoid of reason now, a senseless pleasure that she kept giving up to with drunken passion. She wanted this, and she was completely unable to deal with how strongly she was embracing it all. The wrongness made it hotter, made her even more drunk on ecstasy and surrender as she gave up to this all, as she did everything she could to embrace what was now completely beyond sense.

The thrusts kept pounding, rushing on rougher and messier as they demanded something truly senseless from her. Her body wound up for another crash, inching toward orgasmic fire and surrender as she threw herself harder into this. Roshi's cock erupted again, a hard flood of messy spunk pumping her full, making her howl and thrash under the reckless satisfaction, and she just didn't care about controlling it. She let herself spiral into surrender and accept that this was all she needed, that the risks were worth it, and she was awash in passions beyond reason, howling out for Roshi as he filled her. "I can't take it."

"Well I'm not done yet!" He threw himself forward, pinning her to her bed and mating pressing Videl right into another round. He was simply incapable of holding back how strongly he needed this, desperation driving him forward to seek something truly brilliant. The tireless pace he'd been fucking her for hours was one he found easy to keep up, as cum oozed out of her well used hole and she stumbled deeper into pleasures that only became more and more contentious as she accepted them all. This was too much, and her squeals of mad ecstasy expressed that. "You're going to be walking funny for a week when I'm done breeding you!"

But she was happy to keep giving up to it, happy to moan in drunken fever for what he was doing to her. Roshi held absolute control over a situation divorced from any semblance of reason, and she happily gave up to all of it, jerking along the chaos and the surrender of her needs as she allowed herself to lose all control. It was wrong. Downright insane. But it felt way too fucking good, and as his huge cock rammed into her, she happily embraced every drunken impulse pushing her limits. Cheating on Gohan should not have been this rewarding, but she found herself right where she needed to be, right in the middle of desires too feverish to be able to deal with. As she thrashed against all of these needs, she knew she was in a position to give in that only got better by the second.

Roshi had her dead to rights, had her howling for more of him, and he felt the power and dominance to carry on. Her legs trembled in the air, trying to wrap around his waist, but she couldn't commit to any one motion or any one position; she was too fitful, howling at the top of her lungs. "I'm never going to get tired of fucking a prime piece of ass like you," he promised. "I can't wait to see you pregnant with my child, right under Gohan's nose! They say pregnant women crave cum even more, and I bet you'll be crawling to me for more dick to keep up with that." He was certain of himself as he flooded Videl's womb, intent on breeding her with round after round of intense sex that she was absolutely not prepared to deal with.

That only made her orgasm more explosive. More desperate. As she came, Videl felt drunk on joy, screaming out again in senseless, hazy ecstasy as she allowed Roshi to fuck her to another orgasm. Pushed to the limit and trembling under all of it, her legs shaking in the air, she allowed herself to succumb fully, to melt under what was too real now to deal with. He flooded her once more, filled her needy tat up with spunk and left her completely fuck-addled, drunk on a pleasure and a surrender that she just absolutely fucking had to accept.

For a brief moment, as Roshi finally took a breather, everything was calm. It wasn't going to stay that way.

"Videl, are you in there?" asked Gohan, knocking on the door. 'We've been calling you for hours, and you haven't picked up. Is Master Roshi with you?"

Videl had forgotten all about the party, and about her role as a distraction. And trouble was now right around the corner.