(M/F) Fairburne part 4: Negotiating about "protection".

"You really are unbelievable." the superheroine says, though she doesn't move away from the hand digging around in her underwear. "To think that I would... really... Ngh, stop that, you're distracting me." she shakes her head and her breath quickens. "Just touching it is one thing but... you seriously think I'm going to let you... inside of me?"

While one hand strokes the hood where he's searching for her pleasure button the cop's other hand is sliding a couple of fingers in and out of her. "Oh goddamn that smells good..." Detective Murphy growls lustily. "Sorry, Miss 'Teen Turbine'. I'm gonna have to insist. You need to do what I ask, remember? And besides, I've been making you feel better than you've been doing for me." It is clear to see the telltale flush of arousal in her cheeks. In a low voice the young superheroine mutters to herself. "Stupid Thunderbird talking about her weird fantasies... Making me think about such fucked up things..." she says cryptically. "And then she goes and leads Rox into this kind of trouble... This is all her fault."

Fairburne's face is still blushing bright red as she pulls away from his hands and turns back around. The young woman squeezes her eyes shut, then looks down. "Fine. I really didn't want to go back to sucking your smelly dick anyway. However..."

Barely noticeable when looking at her normally, she has a very small pouch held on to her left thigh with a strap. She unbuckles the strap and opens the pouch, probably the same place she'd been keeping that hacking device. "Damn it..." she mutters to herself. "...I can't believe that I was too embarrassed to refuse when they were doing that giveaway during my first week in the League... and I can't believe I'm actually glad now they did something so condescending..." She clears her throat and makes an effort to stare her tormentor in the eye. "Listen, asshole: you can make whatever threats you want, but I'm not letting you come anywhere near me until you put THIS on." She holds out a familiar-looking foil wrapper with two fingers.

"What?" Detective Murphy looks disappointed as he strokes his manhood. "A rubber? Aw, isn't this supposed to be, heheh, a special occasion? Let me start without it and put it on partway through, at least."

"Are you fucking joking?" the sexy young superheroine puts her fist in his face again, making him flinch. "If I could think of a better option I wouldn't let you touch me with a 10 foot pole, never mind your... personal pole..." she blushes and trails off, looking down at his hard shaft. "You and your little gremlin of a boss deserve a beating WAY more than half of the villains I've left in traction." She tosses the condom wrapper onto his lap and cracks her knuckles meaningfully. "Put the damn condom on or I'm going to 'Plan B', and I don't mean the kind that you buy from the pharmacy. Yuck!" she sticks her tongue out at the thought conjured up by her clever word-play.

Grinning and clearly taking cruel pleasure in this feisty girl's discomfort, Dan reaches forward and gives her hips a squeeze with his hands. Perhaps his initial refusal was just a ploy to brush past her last-minute resistance and get her to commit herself. "Well, I suppose a good member of the department should always be a gentleman towards young ladies. How about we compromise and you put it on for me? You won't really be touching my dick, you've got gloves on, right? Oh, and speaking of which... any chance you can take your top off so I can enjoy those gorgeous tits of yours without that spandex getting in the way?"

"Hell no." Fairburne sniffs as she gets down on her knees, her breasts pushing up against the detective's thighs as she gets closer to his dick. In spite of her well-justified abrasiveness she is starting to stare at it more intently. Even if she hadn't received oral sex a few minutes ago the smell of another person's arousal does funny things to the mind of superheroines with their permanently over-charged libidos. She tears the condom wrapper open forcefully and grabs his straining shaft with one hand. "I can't zip this leotard back up without assistance, and I know you'd think it was just hilarious to make me do the walk of shame out of here with my outfit hanging open. I'm going to..." she gulps again and puts a hand over her crotch, "...let you fuck me, and you're still pushing for more? You're horrible. You just wait until the rest of the Turbines and I climb to A-rank, you're going to regret this."

The older man groans with pent-up lust as her fingers unroll the lubricated rubber sheath down his slick, veiny shaft. "You've got a lot to learn about men, sweet cheeks. I'm about to get the fuck the single sexiest novice superheroine in the whole city. Dr. Demise herself could show up on my doorstep tonight, with a ray gun, saying I've interfered with her plans, and I wouldn't come close to regretting it." In spite of herself, Fairburne can't help but do the natural thing and gives his cock a couple of pumps with her gloved hand, briefly fascinated by how it throbs in her touch. She moves calmly, but the quiver of her lower lip reveals how nervous she really is. After putting it all the way on, Fairburne hops up onto the desk and spreads her legs. She starts rubbing her middle finger vigorously over her green bikini, muffled sweet murmurs coming out as she exhales.

"Decide you want it after all, huh? Can't wait for my big cock?" The mustachioed cop says as he shuffles over to her, pants trailing around his legs and rubbing his latex-sheathed cock on her thigh.

"God, no!" Fairburne spits at him irately. "I just want to get as relaxed as I can so it's a little more comfortable. For both of us." She turns her head to the side and closes her eyes. "Just... stop talking for a minute and let me try and pretend I'm about to get screwed by someone more attractive. That is to say, anyone."

Pulling her green bottoms aside to reveal the smooth pussy underneath, and seeing Fairburne's lower lips excited to a bright pink color, Dan groans deeply as he feeds his cock into the young superheroine a few inches at a time. Her stunning, statuesque body gently rocks back and forth on the desk as he slowly slides in and out of her. "Holy... fucking... unnnghhh. Oh that's so tight." He groans in pleasure and Fairburne sighs in annoyance, turning her head to the side and letting her lower legs dangle down the side.

"Not a virgin, huh?" he asks unctuously. "Not surprised, as sexy as you look, Fairburne. Do you have a boyfriend now?" She's breathing faster and softly pushes his face further away from hers. "None of your business, asshole."

Dan grunts as he goes deeper in her, making her gasp. "Ahh, well that's fine, I'm glad you've been broken in. I might feel guilty if I took a superheroine's cherry." he says with a teasing irony in his voice. "You aren't participating much, but I'll see if I can put in the work for both of us..."

As Dan picks up the pace and begins thrusting faster, it soon becomes clear that he's not able to get all the way inside of her... not because her pussy can't accommodate his (admittedly considerable) endowment, but because her legs aren't spread quite wide enough. "Wider, wider!" he pushes on her silky thighs. A moment later she complies and spread-eagles herself further, lifting her heels up. But then, his hips start running into her heels, so he can push himself deep in her but not thrust very much. He pulls out, slapping his rubber covered manhood on her thigh. "Damn, damn... that pussy is like heaven, but this isn't working, especially with this rubber bullshit getting in the way. Why don't you move with me when I'm trying to fuck you? That's what the girl is supposed to do."

Fairburne puts her fingers back in her snatch, doing her best to stimulate herself, if only to prevent friction and discomfort. "Uuughhh... use your brain, would you? My superpower is strength and durability, not goddamn telepathy! I can't tell how you want me to move unless you say it. I'm trying to go limp so you can pleasure yourself with my body, but that isn't how muscles work, I can't just relax everywhere at once. Even laying here at all is taking all the willpower I have. You have no idea how tired of this I am already. I'll give you ten more minutes, then I'm getting out of here. I have other things to do tonight."

Detective Murphy pulls some of the buttons on his dress shirt open and slumps back into his chair. "Alright then... well, I told the chief I was paying you for a lap dance, so let's try that. You can do the work instead."

"...fine." Fairburne says, clenching her jaw, keeping her finger working away between her legs as she gets to her feet and straddles the chair, feeling her pale, sexy thighs against his hairy, flabby ones, and looking down to try and aim the straining cock jutting up from his lap at her entrance.