(M/F) An international heroine giving her personal hero a going away present and getting a surprise gift of her own

The title card says: 'Bulletman' (former hero, super speed, skill of launching projectiles with his thumbs) and 'Justits Vippe' (guest heroine from the League of Northern European Crimefighters, no superpower, trained fighting skills and use of high tech laser/plasma weapon invented by her uncle)

The first thing you see in the video is a dejected looking man sitting on his bed in a League dormitory room... clearly a hero, though not one you've ever seen deployed. He has gold colored boots and a brass metallic chestplate over his muscular chest, as well as a bandolier of ammunition crossed over his waist. He pulls off a rounded, conical copper helmet and lays it on the bed next to him, revealing his gleaming bald dome. He isn't especially buff but he has the typical strong jawline and flinty eyes of a hero.

The bell for his room tinkles and he hops to his feet. "Oh jeez... I thought they'd at least give me a few hours to get cleared out first..." he grumbles. But as he opens the door he looks relieved and pleased by what's there.

It isn't hard to see why. The girl who strolls inside is absolutely gorgeous, with a face and figure that would put most supermodels to shame. In fact, her figure and hairstyle are quite similar to your own, when you were still in costume as "Nightingale": a neat neck-length haircut, bright red in her case, along with a red domino mask behind which her blue eyes twinkle. She has an even softer and more girlish face than you.

But most people, especially most guys, would have a hard time looking at anything above the neck. She's in a shiny, skin-tight sleeveless leotard that hugs her perfect curves. There is a white cross on the otherwise all-red garment, which draws particular attention to a particularly large rack, the two firm mountains softly bouncing with each sensual step she takes. The horizontal band of the white cross goes over those head-turning tits, and the shiny material of her outfit draws particular attention to the nipples poking through it. Likewise, the vertical band of the cross draws attention to such an obvious case of camel toe that anyone who can avoid looking at it must have a will of steel. She has a belt around her slender midriff with various gadgets, and a pair of thigh-high boots that show off her no-less impressive derriere to anyone looking behind her.

"Bulletman!" the gorgeous girl says in a peppy voice. She has some kind of odd accent. It comes out sounding more like 'boolitmann'. "There you are! I have been waiting in the training area for almost an hour! Hvad er problemet? What happened to your daily training regimen?"

"Oh, h-hi there Vippe." the chrome-domed hero says. "I... well, I'm not really worrying about training right now, you could say..." he shifts his gaze from her awkwardly.

"Ha, oh ja," the sultry heroine responds. "You've proved yourself enough that you deserve a little relaxation, I think. That octopus robot yesterday... I thought I was going to be crushed, or dragged off to Gud knows where! My laser whip," she pats an electronic hilt on her hip, "has a weakness against things that can 'grab', after all... And then you came and..." she mimes finger guns, "Bang, bang! Pzzzt! Destroyed in moments, and all the evil soldiers laid out just as easily! You dashed off to take those bastards into custody so fast, I didn't even have time to thank you!"

"Oh, that." Bulletman sighs wistfully. "Happy to help, Vippe. It was nothing."

"Oh, you're too modest! Ah, I am sorry if I've interrupted you when you were busy," the buxom red dyejob's cheeks flush red as she puts a hand to her mouth. "But I am just about to have to return to my home country. One of the older heroes there has just retired, and now Copenhagen is almost undefended. Quiet for now, ja, but that won't last. It's quite an honor to be asked to be the city's foremost protector at such a young age... I'm so glad I got to come to this wonderful League and learn from the best, like you."

"Ah. Mustering out, huh? Guess that makes two of us." Bulletman chuckles, running a hand over his head.

Vippe looks confused and tilts her head. "Hmm? What? Surely you don't mean you're departing from Acropolis City already? Oh, is there another undefended city in need?"

"No..." Bulletman says, shaking his head. "I'm hanging up my helmet for good."

The foreign superheroine looks shocked. "Hwhat?!" she pouts and puts her hands on her shapely hips. "Just because I was complimenting you on a job well done doesn't mean you should rest on your laurels! There must be still plenty of evil to stop here in Acropolis!"

"Yeah, but not for me." the man says with a sigh. "I shouldn't be spreading this around but... oh, the hell with it. Some congresswoman on a committee asked me to step down and the Big 7 didn't even bother to push back. Apparently a superhero that can fling bullets around is a 'image issue' all of a sudden. Gun violence or whatever. Doesn't matter that I can do it without a damn gun." he buries his face in his hands and groans. "And after I was always so careful never to seriously injure anybody, even the bad guys, for all those years..."

Vippe looks shocked and dismayed. "Augh! Stupid politicians! Just as bad as in my country..."

"Yeah, and honestly," Bulletman rolls his eyes, "I think it's not just an 'image problem' in politics, either. A few weeks ago I got a 'friendly meeting' from the marketing department, telling me that my merchandise was selling like crap and there were no requests for appearances coming in. I think I know what that's about. I don't have a, y'know, 'Mr. Universe' build like some of these guys and when's the last time anybody wanted to see a bald creeper like me on anything?" he pats his head for emphasis. "Maybe I can find a place as a special bank guard or something somewhere..."

"That is not true at all, Bulletman!" Vippe says. She purses her ruby red lips a moment and then smirks. "I... I hope you will not think this rude, but at least one of your posters was sold to me... and it has..." she blushes fiercely and averts her eyes, rubbing her supply thighs together, "...kept me warm when I was feeling lonely in my quarters at night."

That makes the guy's eyes pop open. "I... uh... damn, I don't know what to say. That eases the sting a little, alright, coming from the hottest heroine I've seen in all my 6 years in the League..." he chokes a little. "Ah - heheh, sorry if that was out of line, I didn't mean to..."

"Oh, I think you did." Vippe giggles seductively. "I... oh I shouldn't but..." she puts her hands on her cheeks and rubs her luscious, inviting thighs together. "Since this stupid League isn't going to give such a great hero the recognition he's due... maybe I could... help you end your career on a high note?" she sensuously traces a hand down her abdomen and then, quite provocatively, tugs aside the bottom of her leotard to give him an even clearer view of what that tight outfit had been teasing.

Bulletman's jaw drops open. Vippe sways her hips in a sultry way as she goes over to him, licking her lips. "If you're going to have to take off your outfit for good, it would be nice to have a helping hand getting it off, ja? I only have half an hour before I must leave for my flight home but... I think you can work fast, Mister super speed." she giggles again.

The hero just stands there in stunned shock as Vippe pulls off his chestplate and tosses it aside before starting to peel off his white bodysuit. Soon his lean, athletic body is stripped bare.

"Ooooh. I thought you didn't need to carry a gun." she says in a teasing voice as her hand traces down his stomach to grasp the hard length of meat standing to attention. "But what is this? Perhaps I should check if it's loaded."

He's speechless as the stunningly gorgeous young heroine goes down on her knees and starts squeezing his erect penis between her sizable breasts, pulling back and forth. He groans at the touch of her soft bosoms enfolding his sensitive 'gun'. Still squeezing it between her tits with both hands, Vippe bends her head down to lick teasingly at the tip.

"Oh damn... this is... I gotta be dreaming..." Bulletman says as the heroine bending down in front of him takes his cock past her ruby red lips. She releases him from the tit job and wraps her hands around his waist, giving his butt a teasing pinch as she starts taking the shaft deeper and deeper. Soon it is hitting the back of her throat and making her gag, but she only pauses for a breath before continuing.

Alas, Vippe gags again. "Ah..." she keeps jerking his cock, now with rings of red lip gloss smeared over the shaft, in her red-gloved hand as she leans back a little. "This isn't as easy as they make it look in the adult movies... I never was very good at it. Skidt ... there is something else we can do, ja?" she giggles as she stands up and wraps her arms around Bulletman's shoulders.

The hero's stunned inaction finally wears off and he wraps his arms eagerly around the sultry heroine. His hands greedily run all over her back and thighs as he kisses her repeatedly on the mouth, giving her shapely apple of an ass a two-handed squeeze before maneuvering her over towards the bed. She turns around, letting his cock ride up between her ass cheeks and pressing her back against him. He runs his hands up her slender waist and grasps those amazing tits, giving them a firm squeeze. He keeps his grip on one of those heavenly globes while sliding his other hand down to play between her legs, exploring her hot pussy with two fingers.

"Ah... yes... a little higher... rub me right there..." Vippe moans, resting her head on his shoulder as he leaves hickeys on her pale neck. Bulletman continues groping, kissing and fingering the Scandinavian beauty for a good ten minutes before the two collapse down onto the bed. "Should I... help you get your costume off...?" Bulletman asks as he pulls his mouth away from her cheek.

"Mmmm... I don't want us to get interrupted... don't worry, it's made of strong fabric, it won't tear." Vippe rests her head on the pillow and spreads her legs wide, beckoning him closer with her finger. Her other hand is busy flicking herself, sliding up and down the length of her shaved slit. The glistening wetness collecting on her gloved fingers makes it clear she's quite ready indeed.

That's all the encouragement Bulletman needs. He grabs her hips with both hands. Sure to his name, his aim is excellent, and he pushes the straining head of his cock past Vippe's slick feminine petals on the first thrust. The heroine gasps and moans, wrapping her arms around his shoulders to urge him on as he slides into her completely. The two lovebirds kiss passionately again as he begins thrusting his lengthy cock deep in her velvety depths, building up the tempo.

"Auhhh! Unnhhh! Yas, yas, yas...!" Amusingly, the girl's accent shows through even when she's crying out and moaning inarticulately in response to getting her brains fucked out. Her lover pulls her back and forth with his firm grip on her waist, making her breasts jiggle back and forth hypnotically with each thrust. She grips his wrists with her own hands and wraps her legs around his waist. "I am... ahhhh... so glad I came to this country... so good... is driving me crazy, AHHHHH!" It's possible she really is that sensitive, but with all the exaggerated faces and moans she is making, it seems like Vippe is playing things up to a degree that would make a porn-star blush. Bulletman doesn't seem to mind in the slightest, though few men would complain about having a large-breasted nordic supermodel's tight cunt squeezing their cock.

Soon the male hero pulls back, his cock gleaming with her wetness and his breath already ragged. Vippe gets up to her knees and embraces him again, squeezing her bosoms against his chest as she presses her lips against his. When she pulls away a little he kisses her even more deeply, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Taking the initiative, the heroine brushes some of her dyed red hair out of her eyes. "Oh... I didn't even take my mask of... should I...?"

"No way, the mask makes it better!" The guy says, flashing a toothy grin as if he can hardly believe this is happening. "This is always been a fantasy of mine! I thought everybody got laid all the time in the League, but..." He swallows.

"Oh, those shallow, conceited girls!" Vippe clucks her tongue with humor gleaming in her blue eyes. "They do not know what they are missing. I will have to come visit sometime and make up for lost time, ja? Ah ha hah... Lay down there, I want to taste myself on you."

Bulletman complies, and gasps in delight as Vippe sits her gorgeous, perfectly round ass down right in his face. He wastes little time before burying his tongue in her quivering womanhood. For her part, she squeezes his thighs and bends down to take his cock into her mouth again, slurping noisily.

The enthusiastic 69 goes on for a good long time before Vippe's ass cheeks tense up in the bald man's hands. She gives a muffled moan and pulls her lips off his cock, sitting up straight and grinding her crotch down against his mouth as she cums noisily.

When she moves forward a little, Bulletman sucks air past his teeth and starts stroking his rock-hard erection. "Baby, why'd you stop? I was almost there..." he says, his voice cracking with overpowering need.

Vippe's response is to playfully slap his hand away from his spit-slicked rod. "Ah, so sorry, I am being selfish. Since it will be a long time before we can visit again, I want to cool down for a minute, and then I want you to fuck me again."

She turns around, still straddling him, and begins hot-dogging his erect cock in her ass-crack. "Ah, I am tempt to let you try and hit an even tighter target, Bulletman. But I haven't gotten myself, ah, ready for this... I'll save it for the next time I come to visit." Vippe says, fluttering her pretty blue eyes at him over her shoulder as she raises her hips up, tugs the crotch of her leotard back aside, and feeds his hard cock into her smooth pussy.

On account of his bald pate, the camera clearly shows the lucky former hero's whole head flushing beet red, his eyes bugging out as he grips Vippe's waist while staring at her pale, shapely ass bobbing up and down on his cock. When she sinks so deep onto him that the folds of her smooth labia vanish from sight completely against his nuts, he visibly grits his teeth. "Oh fuck, I can't stand it! Vippe, your pussy feels so good...!" he gasps.

As she's moaning and sensually swiveling her hips from side to side to best feel every motion of his cock inside her, Bulletman gives Vippe a double handed spank on her ass and squeezes with his palms. "AHH!" She yelps sharply, and pauses her motions, blowing air through her lips. "Det er for svært!!" she says, though the giggle she follows it with shows she isn't intending to be too harsh.

The guy's response is to use his grip on her butt to push her forward. The crimson-haired girl yelps in surprise again as she awkwardly topples forward, face-planting in a pillow, as it seems she's inflamed the man's lust too much for him to be gentlemanly anymore. "Careful, careful! Oh, you want to do it from behind? Okay, is good..." she coos, balancing herself on her hands and knees as he struggles to a kneeling position behind her, never once letting his cock completely slip out of her tight snatch.

Bulletman starts thrusting against her from behind, filling the room with the sound of sweaty skin slapping against skin, while Vippe lets out little feminine gasps and cries each time his cock slides home. Leaning forward, the lucky hero slides his hands up over her tummy to get a hold of those enormous tits, feeling them sway and bounce even more enticingly than when she's walking around, pinching her nipples between his fingers. The camera them focuses on Bulletman's muscular buttocks as he thrusts away mercilessly at his paramour.

Considering the fact that, if he's to be believed, he's had to endure six years in the League watching some of the most beautiful women in the world strut their stuff in outfits just as skimpy as Vippe's in front of him every day without ever getting to act on his urges, it's impressive Bulletman has lasted a good 15 minutes already. Many guys wouldn't be able to restrain themselves nearly so long going balls deep in a 23-year-old nordic beauty, particularly while getting to squeeze those honeydew melons she was smuggling under her skintight costume... and that goes double if the masked sexpot in question was enthusiastically throwing her hips back as he fucked her from behind.

Bulletman gurgles desperately as if he's dying and going to heaven, his eyes rolling back in his head. Sensing he's getting close, Vippe ceases her seductive moans and raises her voice: "Kom ikke inde i mig! Jeg er ikke på prævention!" She yelps again as she feels his sack gently bouncing against her clit. "Ah, how do I say... don't, ah..." it seems that with the distraction of getting close to cumming again before she could even clear her head from the haze of the first time when he was licking her, the heroine's language skills are suffering.

To look at the man behind her, it's questionable if he can even hear what she's saying, let alone understand. He bares his teeth and a shudder runs through his hips as he lets himself go. "I love you, I love you," he groans incoherently as he bends down to press his chest against her back, keeping himself deep inside her as he spurts god-knows-how-many-weeks of pent up semen inside the gorgeous heroine who flattered her way into his bed.

Realizing it's too late, Vippe doesn't struggle and just stays there bent over underneath him. The room grows silent except for both lovers panting heavily. Bulletman leans down and rubs his cheek against hers. "Give me a kiss..."

"I really need to... I need to get up and..." Vippe says in a small voice, but soon caves and twists her head to the side to kiss him again. After a minute of that, though, she rolls over to her side and wriggles out of his grip, letting Bulletman's deflating cock slip out of her. A sticky white blob can be seen oozing its way out of her cuntlips before she tugs her bottoms back into place. "Ack! Rodet..." she mutters as she feels the squishy sensation of her messy pussy while getting to her feet.

Bulletman slowly comes out of his own orgasmic reverie and looks up at her. "Uhhh...? Nothing's wrong, is it baby? That was so good, I thought I was in heaven, it was just..." he's grinning stupidly.

Vippe forces a polite smile, her eyemask only partially hiding her expression of concern. "Ja min kære... but... I thought you would..." she trails off, then a beep comes on her communicator. A female voice comes across with a strong valley-girl accent: "HEYY! VIPPY! We're waiting for you on the flight deck! C'mon already, you're gonna make the rest of us late for that conference thingy on cybernetics and stuff!"

"Ah!" From the look on her face, the red-haired heroine looks like she's relieved to be saved an awkward conversation as she puts the comm on mute. "I took too long, I have to go running now. We will talk soon, we will not?"

"Um, well there's an identity-protecting relocation process that takes a few months but as soon as I can..." Bulletman starts to say, but Vippe's gorgeous ass is already wiggling its way out the door. He looks mildly confused for a moment, then smiles beatifically as he reclines naked on the pillow, luxuriating in the afterglow and sparing little focus thinking about the thick wad of cum he'd left deep inside of his unexpected consolation prize for his politically-motivated cancellation.

Just then, the door slides open again. "Oh, did you miss your flight and have time for round two?" he says with a grin, rolling over with his erect cock in his hands.

There is a young woman standing in the door, but it's a shorter, stockier young woman with short brown hair, wearing a much less revealing bodysuit... a bodysuit that shifts color to bright canary yellow as she puts her hand over her eyes.

"ACK!!!" Mood Ring says. "Bulletman!!! Jesus Christ!"

"Wha?! Mood Ring? I'm not, I didn't-" he sputters.

"I don't know what you've heard about how the Big Seven hands out favors..." Mood Ring stammers. "Listen, I don't blame you for not being up to date about my personal life and not hearing that I came out last year, but even if I DID still date guys, this would NOT be a good strategy!"

After the next cut, to three months later, Vippe is sitting with her legs crossed nervously in some kind of fancy superhero headquarters you've never seen before, drumming her fingers and waiting for the League HQ to pick up. She seems to have put on a little weight around her midsection in the intervening time.

Eventually, a female technician answers and comes on screen: "League of Propriety! Sorry for the delay, that bastard AI 'Master CPU' is attacking our systems again, I had to re-route this transmission three times before I could get through... what's the emergency?"

"Ah... yes..." Vippe says unsteadily. "There's a little bit of problem... I have put in ten requests for contact information of a former hero who departed 13 weeks ago. Something we... erm... worked together on. And there have been developments, and I need to talk to him to decide what to do about it..."

"That'll be a problem. There are some major threats to Acropolis City and the whole eastern seaboard rearing their heads now. Collatrix and the rest of our administrative department is swamped dealing with all the paperwork for the new heroes and teams we're having to commission. A wave of heroes went on leave this year at the worst possible time and now there's a scramble of prospective supers trying to get themselves a slot in the League before the competition gets even fiercer from late 2019 onwards due to the aftermath of the Millennium Challenge..."

Vippe doesn't look like much of that is registering with her. "Forget paperwork! My goodness! It's just simple contact information! I need a, a phone number, or electronic mail address, this is all!"

"There's procedure to go through..." the League technician starts to explain.

"Forget procedure! Do you think I am some supervillain or something?!" For the first time since the video began, Vippe shows signs of anger. "I am the official Guardian Protector of Copenhagen, Justits Vippe!"

"...tits?" The League technician struggles to suppress a giggle as she stares - come to think of it, Vippe's already sizable breasts look like they've gone up a cup size to a solid 'F', straining against the surface of her tight leotard. "Uh, I mean... Of course, Guardian Protector, we'll help out as well as we can, but Maiden America is really paranoid about former heroes getting targeted. If this is someone who was living at the HQ going through the secret identity relocation process, the information will have already been deleted onsite, it's in a different agency's hands now."

"Well, you have to do something! I must speak to Bulletman!" Vippe says, looking like she's almost at the point of tears.

"Okay, stand by, stand by..." the tech says. "Alright, I'm showing that I have an entire B-rank team of four, the 'Elemental Witch Force', ready to deploy. I can send them right away without needing to kick it up the chain. They're really young and inexperienced, but their power rankings are all way above Bulletman's."

"Wait, no-!" Vippe starts to protest, but the technician keeps talking over her:

"...and you can fill them in on what the emergency is when they arrive. Off the record they can be a little bratty, so don't be afraid to be firm with-."

"No, is not that kind of emergency, please-" Vippe shouts, but the transmission suddenly cuts out, replaced momentarily by the logo of a pixelated laughing face, before going blank.

The word that Justits Vippe shouts at the top of her lungs isn't familiar to an English speaker, but given the context you can guess it's some pretty strong language.

The next cut is to another four months later. The title card lists the location as Gary Indiana, if the bleak skyline in the background wasn't enough to guess. A man in a pizza delivery uniform with 'Under 5 minutes or it's free!' emblazoned on the back pulls off his cap to reveal his gleaming chrome dome... clearly Bulletman from earlier in the video, out of costume this time. He's going through a pile of mail in a small apartment. "Fucking hell... Bill, bill, bill... Eh?" he picks up one letter, which has a lipstick smudge on it. "The hell is this? Hand-written address? Who sends handwritten letters any more? Ah, it's probably just more spam printed to look like handwritten."

He makes to toss it, then glances at it again. "'B-man'...?" he raises an eyebrow, then sneers... but his sneer turns into a grin. "Ahh! Ah ha! So that cheeky little bitch Miss Appalling managed to track me down after all. I've been out of Acropolis for almost a year and she still wants a rematch? As if a kid like her would even have to spend long in the clink for a few little bank robberies, between the bleeding heart judges and cardboard prison security in that place... She must be having more trouble than I thought getting any serious heroes to pay attention to her if she has to go after a washed up guy like me."

Despite his contemptuous words, (the hero formerly known as) Bulletman's eyes are clearly twinkling with excitement and he's struggling to suppress a grin. "Let me guess, she's kidnapped my mom, or my aunt, or something..." he pauses before tearing the letter open. "...or, maybe she put a vial of nerve gas or something in here if she really does want revenge more than clout..." he looks nervous for a moment.

"Ah, fuck it. If that's the case, it beats the life I'm living now." he snorts before tearing the letter open. A note, a plane ticket and a photo falls out, landing face down. He reads the note first: "'Dear Bulletman... I'm very sorry, I should have brought protection, or at least made sure I remembered how tell you in English. The League was terribly slow helping me find you, and I didn't want to take a drastic decision that you might be morally opposed to without asking you first. Here is an airline ticket paid in advance, please come to my country so we can discuss in person. Please do not assume too much because it is a one-way ticket, it is not to pressure you, I will pay for a return ticket too if you need one, I just didn't want the taxpayers money to go to waste in case it is not needed since I used an official expense account."

He raises his eyebrow, then looks at the photograph. His eyes bug out and he almost leaps backwards, doing a double take, then a triple take. The (former) Bulletman stands in mute shock for a moment, then puts a finger under his chin.... and then hastily digs out his cell phone and dials a number in superhuman speed.

"Yeah, boss? This is Greg. ...Hm? Oh, no, as a matter of fact I CAN'T work tomorrow on my day off," he says in a casual tone, "I was actually just calling to tell you that I'm quitting your shitty job, effective immediately. Sorry, sorry - that didn't come out quite right, I spoke too hastily. What I meant to say is, would you kindly shove your undignified, underpaid delivery gig all the way up your ass, you fat, greasy pigfucker?"

Angry, distorted words start coming from the cell phone's speaker before he hangs up. He whistles cheerfully as he packs a bag of clothes. On his way down the hall, he raps loudly on a door on the way out. "Hey, Mrs. Kotter? Just wanted to let you know that I'm moving out, effective immediately! And also that I'd like to formally rescind my apologies for whatever I said about your mangy god damn chihuahua! You can keep the security deposit, you old hag!"

A muffled, distorted voice shouts from behind the door incomprehensibly. "Yeah, that sounds fine," Bulletman says cheerfully. "Go ahead and call the police. Make sure you tell them that I invited you to suck my balls while you're at it. Bye now!"

He takes off in a flash, dashing down the stairs at superhuman speed and knocking a couple of teenage boys sprawling in the process. Although he took the letter and plane ticket, in his haste he forgot the photo, which the camera pans to to focus on: It's a picture of Vippe, smiling awkwardly. She's still wearing her costume, but it's now quite stretched around a firm, spherical bulge jutting out from her midsection. The material of her leotard is so thin it's quite visible that her formerly innie belly button has popped into an outie, and one of her hands is resting atop her huge stomach.