No Matter What I Pretend - Chapter 2

When she was in the thick of it, Videl felt like she should have known that she wasn't going to be able to contend with the boys in any meaningful way. A big sparring day sounded like a good time, so good a time that Videl had taken to fishing her old outfit of the closet of her black spats and a baggy white shirt. She felt cute in it, and she would have liked to know that other people found her cute in it to, but the troubles extended out into her even being able to find a guy to spar with her. Gohan did for a bit, but of course he wanted to spar with other guys too, and she didn't want to keep him away from that.

But this Z fighter get-together very quickly became a pissing contest for the boys. A chance for guys with superhuman abilities to throw down, with the Saiyans of course showing off hardest, flaunting their power and their abilities. It was all just macho posturing that Videl really didn't have any patience for, especially amid the people who mystical powers or alien heritages. She loved about Gohan his humbleness, but of course the likes of Vegeta were anything but humble, and immediately began to indulge in a grand dick measuring competition that didn't in any way interest Videl or make her want to be around any of it.

When Bulma showed up to these meetings, she apparently felt much the same, but she had been there through a lot of the adventures too back in the day, before the space aliens were out in full force, before everything had completely gone off the rails. And that meant Bulma slipped into lots of old friend habits and conversations around some of the longer tenured of the group, a rapport that Videl certainly didn't have. And the only other woman around was, of course, Android 18, who was her own not-human superpower throwing happy to engage with the guys and spar jut as hard without them needing to hold back as hard.

The result was, ultimately, Videl getting left off to the side, feeling lonely with nothing to do and nobody to talk to, just hanging off by the fringes and watching the 'real fighters' go at it. She shouldn't have expected things to go like when she was sparring with Gohan. Should have known better.

But there was one other person hanging back on the edge of all this, not doing or saying much himself. Just waiting and watching. Videl didn't notice Roshi at first as the old perv drifted from the group, but she caught him before too long, lingering off to the side, waiting and peering from afar at her body, admiring everything he got a nice, longing eyeful of.

In the past few months since Roshi fucked her during her stay there, she hadn't seen him at all. And until this moment now, she hadn't really thought about it during the meeting here. But at home? She hadn't been able to get the memory of having that old man cock ravaging her out of her head. The memory and lust of what he did had fueled so many long nights of masturbation since, and she couldn't shake the joy and lingering lust that held onto her so tightly, filled with desire and greed for more of what she felt that night, for the chance to rekindle it if given the chance. And now, as Videl felt the eyes on her, she wondered if fucking this old perv wasn't the best way to make her boring day a little better.

Videl bent forward a little bit against something, sticking her ass out and letting her white shirt ride up over it, her tight shorts emphasizing her ass with a snug firmness that she knew would drive Roshi wild. Offering herself p to his gaze and allowing herself this moment of surrender felt shaky and dubious, with Videl certain she was about to take a slide down into the depths of lust once more, about to get filthy and sinful in ways she should have felt bad about, but she couldn't. She even gave a little sway in her hips, trying to urge him on, not sure if he was going to make a move and actually fuck her, but if he was, she was receptive to it.

Roshi admired from afar, at least for the moment, eyes carefully studying the position she struck, the enticing sight of her bent forward. His hand reached into his shorts, removed from even the slightest care for how many people were around or for how definitely over the line all of this was. He had a single-minded intention now, stroking himself inside his shorts and eyeing the possibilities he wanted to start playing into, filled with greedy lusts and something that screamed for indulgence, for surrender. He wanted to get his, wanted to satisfy his cravings and every vulgar impulse waiting inside of him, and he didn't care what he had to do to get it.

Little glances over her shoulder peeking at the action filled Videl with excitement. Roshi was watching her, and the motion in his shots and each rippling impact through the fabric making obvious that he was masturbating to the sight of this all. Videl felt frustrated and overjoyed, brimming with a filthy lust for more of this. His gaze made her feel special, made her feel beautiful and desired in ways that didn't make a lot of sense to her, but she welcomed it anyway. It was a wild rush of excitement and emotion, pleasures that came on strong and left her no time to think about what she was doing, just craving more of it.

Roshi drew slowly closer, biding his time, carefully approaching with an almost predatory glee, a need and a hunger that carried him on as he drew nearer, full of desire, full of lust, wanting to seize control and take what he wanted by force. Videl knew where this was going, every peek over her shoulder showing him coming nearer and nearer to her, drawing in with something to prove and a wicked indulgence, a greed that had him making clear his intentions and his every vulgar want. There wasn't any subtlety to what he wanted, a steady march into want, into hunger. He was going to take his, and he wouldn't be shy about getting it. it was the kind of man who Videl wasn't supposed to want.

When finally he was upon her, Roshi pressed the bulge o his cock against her ass through his pants, laying in firm and reminding her of what he was here for, a firm press and reminder of everything he wanted from her, an imposing threat that set aflame Videl with the shaky, nervous swell of heat and lust that came across her. She felt frustrated and nervous, fraying under the weirdness of this strong presence upon her, his cock feeling threatening and powerful as he said lowly, "Want to feel more?" as he leaned in, as he imposed himself upon her with something wicked, threatening.

Videl shook under the frustration. "I do," she confessed, twisting about in frustration, in a steady throb toward panic and heat that came on strong and left her feeling the intense temptation awaiting her. There was far more pressure and confusion going on here than Videl felt ready for.

"Tell me," he said hoarsely. She could feel him stroking his cock inside his shorts, his hips forward, the flush pressure against her ass forming a frustrating and overbearing presence upon her. It rubbed and shifted about, pressing in tight against her, leaving Videl to struggle and ache under the temptation and the panic of feeling herself wanting this all so badly. She didn't know how to contain these feelings at all, but they came on strong and with a marked lack of anything resembling sense.

The intense and vulgar lusts that took firm hold of Videl proved intoxicating. She needed more of it, and the increasingly uncertain swells of drunk pleasure and heavy, heady need all hit her just right, filled her with needs and thrills she had to seek more of, knowing only that she wanted that more than anything else. He was insistent, ready, his firmly applied pressure against her ass leaving her trembling in greed and surrender. She needed this, and her lust for Roshi's cock proved more than she could contend with.

"Ever since that day on your beach, I've craved your cock," she confessed. "I've wanted it so badly that I can't stop thinking about it. Your dick changed my life, and it made me feel better than I ever have before. I've been hooked ever since, and all I want to do is go back to feeing your huge cock inside of me. I can't resist it. It's everything I need, and I won't lie to myself. I want to be your slut again. I want to be filled with fat old man cock and made into a young, pretty trophy bitch for you." Her ass rubbed against his cock as she spoke, urgent and greedy, wanting to push forward and claim everything she lusted for.

Roshi's free hand reached up front, groping Videl through her top. "I don't want to blow my load into my shorts. That would make a mess." He spoke low. Certain. She knew what he meant completely, and he expected her to give up to him everything he asked. he knew she would, though; she'd already been hooked, and now he was just coming in to collect.

The squirming, shivering rush of desire and intoxicating heat that grabbed hold of Videl with no intention of letting go was all she needed. No restraint, no control. Videl had a hunger that needed to eb sated, an itch to scratch, and that was all more than enough for her to take hold of her desires by force. "Say the word, and I'll make sure your shorts stay clean," she whined, biting her li pas she pressed back against him. His strokes picked up their greedy pace, and Videl's head swam with foggy rushes of greed and lust that all demanded so much from her. She wasn't in control of herself. Not like he needed to be, but within that sweet, sinful surrender acme the pleasures she waned most, twisting cravings and desires shuddering through her with firm conviction and desire.

Roshi kept up his groping and his fondling, savouring the moment and biding his time before he took what he wanted, careful to tease her and entice her with a steady rise of pleasure coming on firm, confident, driven by a strength and a lust like nothing else. She needed to lean into this, needed to accept the pleasure and the hunger of embracing her every craving, desires and needs that she wanted to embrace and surrender to, nothing mattering more now to her than this moment of singular and intense pleasure.

When it felt so drawn out that she never thought anything but this slow groping would come, Roshi whispered, "On your knees," into her ear, and she dropped to the floor in a flash. He used his hand to pull his hefty, throbbing cock out of his pants and shove it forward, Videl's mouth obediently open to allow him to shove all the way down. He pushed into her throat, a wild rush of pleasure and commotion catching Roshi excitedly, making him groan and ache as he shoved his way down, filling her throat, stuffing it with cock and making his impression on her something that would last. She wanted it, and the pleasure came on hard as he imposed his desire upon her. There wasn't any time to hold back, and her needy shove forward was powerful, reckless, driven by wild needs and hungers she felt she couldn't possibly resist.

She started to suck on his cock not expecting him to already be cumming. She should have given the words he said, but as she felt the hot gush of thick, rich spunk flush down her gullet, all Videl could think of was how much she loved it, and she decided to keep going, sucking him down deeper through his messy eruption down her throat, determined to keep this going and to prove what she could do. Every motion of her head back and forth was an obedient push into more, deepening the lusts and her wild desires as she showed off just how much she craved his cock. Back and forth she heaved, bobbling along without care or control, focused only on getting what she wanted from him now. She was obedient, determined, happily slobbering on his dick and showing off her love of it.

"You should have given me a call. I love to give ice girls like you extra training sessions." His hands grabbed the sides of her head, digging into her hair and pulling her down onto his cock harder. If she was so insistent on sucking his dick some more, then he was going to eagerly and shamelessly facefuck her for her trouble. Wild motions back and forth kept Videl gagging on his cock as he flaunted his dominance, his power, the wild control and heat that formed the very core of what he was capable of. Every thrust pushed Videl harder, showed off more and more of the ferocious need and greed that he was capable of when he got going. Roshi was determined, careless, and his every sloppy thrust imposed a deeper mess of control upon her.

Jamming a hand down her tight shorts, Videl didn't waste another second in getting to work at loving herself and loving this pleasure. She had to give in to it, her need to embrace the moment and succumb to her appetites doing to her things she was almost a little embarrassed by. Every instinct and inclination inside of Videl was to lose control giving up to this lust, to sate her hungers through complete surrender and desperation. Obedience coursed through her veins as she tended to the cock and accepted what she needed, what it deserved. Roshi's cock was tremendous and ready, pushing on to prove something wicked and powerful filling her with all of the dizzy cravings that Videl had left behind.

Back and forth her head rocked. Motions of pure surrender and deference showed how ready she was to submit to him again, to eb sued by Roshi and his cock once more, slobbering and slurping loudly on him, shameless and hungry, driven to simply give in. There wasn't any need to do much else, as the growing desires hit like fire, bringing something unrelenting and shameless, something that could be savoured and indulged in harder by the second.

"Ho ho, you've missed this." He made sure to ram deeper down her throat, pushing her harder, imposing his wicked pleasures and the desperate reaches of lust that he knew with absolute certainty he could take from her. There was no time for Videl to resist or deny now all these fiery rushes of delight; everything was reckless, intense, and demanded all of her focus, all of her energy. The intensity and the hunger of these demands made for something truly unrestrained, wild rushes of pleasure and satisfaction she wished she had the time and focus to pull back from, but she was fighting a losing battle here.

Videl had drool running down her chin and a look of hazy cock-addled adoration in her eyes. Of course Videl missed this. She was helpless, rocking back and forth driven surrender, giving herself fully to the pleasures of the moment, to chaotic and wild sensations unlike anything she had ever felt before, and all she wanted was to let it take her by storm. Jamming fingers into her needy twat and accepting the wild facefucking, she did her best to convey without words or motions that she was very much in love with his cock and had missed it tons, throwing herself into the deep end here and abandoning any sense of restraint or control. She needed to show off the truth and the lusts behind her need, behind the moment as it ripped her apart with delirium and delight. Every motion of her head back and forth rocked with something to prove, a show of desire getting stronger and more accepting of these notions, of what was asked of her.

"I'm going to have to fuck you more often. It's been so long since If fucked a ripe, pretty young thing that I forgot how addicted they get to me." He was in control with such firm and wild confidence that even his words weren't already the absolute truth, Videl would have believed them. She was so hopelessly, sloppily devoted to his cock, filled with need and lust for the joy of him dominating her like this, making her crave what his ever word promised and made clear to her, and she wasn't able to deny it. She needed this, and he was right; she was addicted to his cock. Thoroughly, hopelessly addicted. And she loved it.

Every wild motion, every slobber and slurp of his cock, was another show of Videl's careless adoration for his dick, accepting with shameless glee the pleasure and the surrender she needed to let out so strongly. Everything she did was forward, fervid, driven by a perfect mess of need and lust that all came on with fiery indulgence, conviction firm and frantic. She belonged here, and Videl knew it with every motion of her head, knew it with each jam push of fingers her sloppy, wet hole.

Another load down her throat felt like everything Videl deserved, let him paint the lining of her throat a sticky white as before he pulled back. She gasped for air amid sloppy messes of pre-cum and saliva drooling out of her mouth, dizzy breaths that had her burning with joy, feeling alive and excited. Ready for more. "Don't leave me waiting."

Roshi's smile widened. "Do you think you'll be able to keep quiet enough for nobody to hear?"

"Then cover my mouth with your hand. I don't care, I just want your cock. Even here. Fuck, I'd let you take me in my bed while Gohan slept beside me. I can't lie anymore. I need your cock!" She let out the kind of wild and senseless gasp that definitely said she wasn't able to keep quiet, but it didn't matter; Roshi heard her clearly, and moved to swiftly get her into position for his indulgence, lifting her up and shoving her against the wall, her shorts and underwear coming down as her hand pulled out of her pussy, but rather than going away, spread her lips wide, let her needy juices drip from her hole. "This belongs to you," she pleaded.

Burning bright and greedy, Roshi pushed up against her body, pinning it down against the wall and getting immediately to work at using Videl thoroughly. His wicked interests were clear, focused, and he wanted only to take charge now, to sate his unrelenting thirst for her body. "I won't tell your husband that his wife's my slut now," Roshi bragged, carelessly shoving forward and stuffing into her hole with one firm thrust. His hand was, as suggested, right down across her mouth immediately, keeping her there and in place while he began to use her. Feverish thrusts back and forth showed off the truth behind his intentions, and there was absolutely no way for anything sensible or sane to follow this. Ravenous pleasures and greedy heat imposed a strange and wicked lesson upon Videl, one she was quickly coming to learn was all she really knew or needed.

All this time, Videl had been using her fingers to try and keep up with the fantasies burning through her head. She wanted it all so badly, and knew only the dizzy, fuck-drunk joy of seizing what she wanted inside her mind. Now she didn't have to settle for the memory of his cock, the real thing filling her up and putting her hands to shame, reminding her why this cock had left her so drunk and devoted in the first place. Her legs kicked up into the air and wrapped around his waist, wanting to pull him in tighter against her body as all her greed came fully into focus. She tried to speak into the hand, giving up completely to the jo and the smouldering hungers she wanted to, a wild mess of indulgence and lust that she felt herself completely incapable of resisting.

Roshi knew that Videl was in deep, that she was his, and his every thrust was determined to see that surrender through, to keep her submissive and helpless under his touch. "It's Gohan's loss right now. He gets to show off to everyone while I go balls deep in his beautiful wife. Forget all those boys, they don't want to spar with you, but you're having more fun getting fucked by me, aren't you?" He was careless, frantic, getting what he wanted out of this moment and out of putting Videl to work, her head spinning under this dizzy mess of pleasure, unable to resist the creeping reality of just how god this all felt. Every moan she let out as a strong show of just how sorely she needed more, how much she loved getting fucked, and she was utterly, hopelessly enamored by the joys she gave in to.

There wasn't anything sensible about this steady plunge down, but that was wat made it feel so god, what pulled Videl to give in like she did. She felt ready here, engaged and lit up with a pleasure and a joy like nothing else. She wished she had the restraint and care to control herself on this steady plunge down, but every push further let like she was out of control, unrelenting and desperate. Her hips bucked forward to meet Roshi's every thrust, giving to him whatever he wanted, a surrender and a submission stronger by the second, and he in turn kept her giving up more and more, losing herself to this pleasure as every dizzy inclination inside of her begged to be let out. Videl felt unstoppable, careless, filled with pleasures and desires she didn't feel anywhere else.

"I love it when a dirty old pervert owns my pussy," Videl whined, head rolling back as she drunkenly heaved against him, craving the pleasure and the satisfaction with just the sloppiest cravings, needs that felt irresponsibly over the line, overbearing, pulling her deep into commotion and surrender, a high panic that she'd be caught, but also a lack of care for the consequences of it as her ankles locked behind Roshi's back and she kept shoving herself clumsily onto his cock, caring only about surrendering to her most base desires and what they meant for her.

Roshi still had it, and he took out his eager celebration on Videl's twat, fucking her into a blind, senseless rush of submission powerful enough for her to lose all sense of her surroundings, to give in to the pleasure and own up to the wild thrill of getting absolutely ruined. She wanted more, and the needy thrills and throbs that demined the world of her continued to wear down Videl, continued to ruin her by pushing her deeper into this haze, a rush of messy pleasures with him in control, knowing what she needed. Knowing what was best for her.

The meaty cock filling and ruining her like it did provided Videl a completely wild and messy rush of pleasures too decadent and senseless for her to know how to handle them. She could only give in, and with a needy shudder, happily surrendered, crashing into depraved thrills and glee, a fuck-addled, cock-drunk rush of pure satisfaction to guide her down. She fell deep, hard, giving in without any idea of how to control herself, wanting to scream, but containing her need like a good girl, holding back from letting anyone hear her unraveling and the joy she felt in giving in like she did, a sloppy, slutty mess happy to give herself up completely. Pure, searing satisfaction brought on such a ravenous mess of unfocused pleasure and glee, things that Videl didn't know how to contain.

"IS your pussy all that belongs to me?" Roshi asked, his hands reaching further around, smacking and groping her perky, toned backside, making clear what he wanted as the trembling waves of need quivered through Videl, certainty and desire bringing about a focused and certain sense of what she really needed. The confidence he exuded was powerful and enthralling, as destructive and dangerous as could be, and Videl knew she wanted more.

"No, there's something else," Videl whined, biting her trembling lip. "Do you want to know what it is?" She tried to be flirtatious, tired to be sultry. But instead she got thrown by the sudden twist and turnaround of Roshi grabbing her and picking her up, folding her in half for a sudden and expected full nelson anal pounding. She heaved in surprise, not ready for the panic and heat that took her so wickedly, body trembling but a devoted sense of need ready to follow through with all of this, as insane and wild as it was.

As Roshi's meaty prick stuffed itself up her tight ass, Videl struggled to contain her moans, feeling the senseless thrill of getting taken and used that just did not leave her a second to think straight. A lack of clarity and control showed off the impressive degree to which she was utterly helpless now. Her body was under his control, and he took great advantage of that to lay waste to her, her trembling and her need getting the better of her. "We're not very well hidden, you know. Just one room over, there's people. And if they heard you getting fucked like a needy slut, they'd know something was up."

"I don't care," passed her lips. A shaky confession and concession that it felt insane to say aloud, but she couldn't deny it. The delirious, throbbing mess that she was being turned into by Roshi's cock gave her such a vindicating mess of pleasure and excitement, the sensations pounding on into her without any restraint or control. She found herself craving more of this lust, losing all sense to the thrill of getting taken. To be used like this was everything, and Videl didn't want it to stop.

"Why not?" The smugness in his voice was maddening.

"Because I'm your pretty, young whore," she confessed, a trembling, whining wreck whose gaping pussy leaked cum all over herself while her cock-stuffed ass struggled with the treatment that ensued. She was utterly hopeless now, lost to a pleasure and a lust like nothing else, and she was glad she couldn't resist this, glad she wasn't strong enough to spare herself the depths of this downward spiral. Videl loved these pleasures so much more for being a reckless, filthy whore beholden to them and unable to contain herself, wanting more of it as each step down she felt less and less able to focus, giving up to the bliss and accepting it as all she had inside herself .There was too much pleasure here for her own good, and Roshi was drawing out all the most reckless and vulgar of her inclinations, filling her with cock, with pleasure, with decadent greed.

Having Videl craving his cock made Roshi feel like the young stud he was in his golden day, clearly not yet out of said golden days at all given her desire for him. She was helpless and lost to the thrill of getting fucked by his cock, and he was happy to keep the pressure high, to wear her down wit everything he had going for him. She was right where he wanted her to be, and the pleasure could not have been better than this, a hopeful throb of desire and lust he kept up, throwing everything he had at her and ensuring that Videl wasn't going anywhere, that she would remain utterly his, unable to control herself or deny the pleasures that she was owed.

Wilder, greedier motions kept everything moving harder, Videl hanging in throbbing, heaving delight as she took all this pleasure, focus spilling away more and more by the second under the relief and the joy of getting used like this. Getting fucked dizzy and senseless. She wanted more of it, craving these satisfactions as she leaned into the pleasure and embraced the idea of letting absolutely everything go. Videl was helpless here. Hopeless. Stuffed full of dick and getting used to an extent so wild and so merciless that she didn't have a hope of containing it all, which gave her the distinct and senseless rush of satisfaction that she knew would be her everything. She wanted al of it, and had no idea why she could have ever wanted anything else. Back and forth she heaved, a trembling wreck giving up to these desires in their purest form, the hot and senseless rushes of pleasure providing her with everything she craved and then some.

The pleasure was ecstatic, and as Videl came, she was hit by so much crushing, senseless pleasure that she couldn't possibly contain it all. Her next orgasm was a vocal, unravelling mess of pleasure and surrender, and she wished she could hold back the sloppy, needy screams, but she let them out, trembling in worry and panic as she realized she had let loose too much noise. She shook, whining and shifting against this all, wondering what to do as Roshi slammed her down onto his cock and answered her panic with nothing short of a big, messy anal creampie. He held her down and filled her, made sure that Videl got exactly what she deserved.

But the sound of footsteps and a murmured, "What was that?" made sure there would be no afterglow.

"Run off," Roshi said. "Take your clothes. I'll say the Nosie was me, and we can continue this later." He pushed his shorts up again and gave Videl a pat on the ass. With a panicked nod, the clumsy fighter grabbed her shorts and panties off the floor and rushed of in a hurry, getting away before they could be discovered and compromised. Roshi then acted casually, standing there like nothing at all was weird or wrong.

Bulma walked into the room. "Was there a noise just now?'

"Yeah, that was me," Roshi said, a big grin on his face. "Figured I'd get loud, and that you'd come around. You looked bored over there talking to Tien, I thought you might want to relive some better old times."

Bulma bit her lip. "Mm, I thought we were doing that tonight. But sure, I don't mind a quickie ow." Bulma let her shorts hits the floor as she climbed up onto Roshi, the old man slipping his cock back out of his shorts again, trading off one fling for another. While making young ladies gush and scream his name reminded him he still had it, it was during times like these when he could trade off one girl swiftly and seamlessly for another without them even noticing that he felt most like he hadn't lost a step.