Karla Needs A Little Dirty Talk

For a minute, a full sixty seconds that seemed to stretch on forever, Karla rubbed her pussy in silence. Sue Storm was on all fours on the bed, her costume invisible, that pink slit and well-toned ass on display. Although Karla couldn't see it, she could imagine the heat on Sue's face, the embarrassment...and, as her eyes fixed on that little pink slit, at the glimmer of wetness, maybe the excitement, too.

"Dirty girl," Karla whispered. For a moment, she wished her legs weren't broken. Or that the power-dampener wasn't locked around her ankle. She could have grabbed Sue Storm, hauled that ass towards her, torn off that costume and...

"What did you say?" Sue said and twisted her head around.

Now it was Karla's turn to feel the heat rise to her cheeks. She had spoken aloud without thought. Unlike her. Yet that gave her an idea.

"I need...a little something more," Karla admitted. "Normally, I like to...well, I like to talk while doing it. The brain is the largest erogenous zone and all that. I need to engage my imagination. Will that upset you?"

A pause. A long consideration.

"I guess not," Sue said, and turned her head away. Karla's heart leaped. This was it. This was her chance.

"Look at that wet slit," Karla said, her voice pitched low and sultry. The fingers of her right hand found her clit and began to rub. Her left hand found her breast, teased the nipple. The villain's hazel eyes focused on the pussy in front of her. "Just the kind of pussy I'd like to lick. Except I wouldn't just lick it. I would make love to it with my tongue. Explore every fold, inside and out. Trace that slick internal anatomy, gather the juices on my tongue. Wrap my lips over my teeth and tug at those labia. So tight, so hot, so wet and ready to be loved . . ."

The broken-legged blonde could feel her juices start to flow. More than that, she could see Sue's pussy getting wetter. The villain's heart pounded in her chest. The influence she'd had on Sue Storm was telling in the heroine's responses, but could she bring her further just with words alone?

"No idea how many times I wanted to lick that pussy. Not like that limp-dicked husband of yours. No, I'd take my time. Push my tongue in deep and curl it up until I find your g-spot. Listen to you start to moan, breathe in the scent of you. Grab that perfect ass with both hands and squeeze. Want to feel those thighs tremble against my cheeks, those juices drip down my chin . . ."

She could hear Sue's breathing now, see those thighs tremble a bit more.

"Tell me you want it," Karla said, louder now, voice more forceful. Her fingers rubbed fiercely at her clit, nipples hard and stiff. "Tell me you want me to eat you out. That you want me to do all those nasty things to you. That you have the same fantasies, the same needs and desires. I want to hear you say it, Susan!"

The name sent a shock up the heroine's spine. She turned her head again and saw Karla there, face flustered, eyes locked on hers, and for perhaps the first time it really struck Sue that Karla hadn't just been using her as masturbation fodder—she had been masturbating to Sue herself.

"I...I know I shouldn't have done it," Karla said, her voice hollow. The words tumbled out of her mouth in a rush, and it wasn't all an act. "Psychiatrists aren't supposed to fall for their patients. Sure, you were beautiful, heroic, amazingly intelligent, but I wasn't...I wasn't supposed to..."

Karla shuddered as she plunged three fingers into her sopping slit. With an ache of her broken bones, she levered her hips up.

"Can you see how wet I am for you? How much I need you? What you've done to me with your sexy body and your caring and...and..."

The villain's lip quivered. She knew what she had to say. Even so, the words came hard.

"I wasn't supposed to fall in love with you. Do you know how that feels, to want someone you can never have? To feel the need so desperately, and be powerless to do anything about it? Do you even feel the least bit responsible for going around and being so perfect that I can't...I can't even..."

Karla's voice broke into an unfeigned sob. She had hit some deeper vein of emotion, far beneath the jaded surface of the villain who was Moonstone. Some real feeling she had felt growing but suppressed, ignored, but now it had come out, and now the words had been said and her chest felt like an open wound. Sue Storm couldn't reciprocate. She was married, she was a hero, she was.

"Yes," Sue Storm said. Her voice low and soft. She stood up on the bed, and Karla watched in amazement as the Invisible Woman reached down and lowered her invisible pants, the buttocks and dripping pussy no more visible yet somehow more present now that they were no longer confined. "I understand. I'll take responsibility. I'll...I'll let you eat my pussy. If it will help."

They shifted position. Karla slid onto her back. Sue dropped into a squat over the face of the woman with two broken legs, supported by an invisible frame as she gently lowered herself toward the face of the woman who had sweet-talked and guilt-tripped her way into Sue's pants. As the hot wet pussy juices dripped on her face, Karla realized this was it. Her Olympics. She had to earn a gold medal in pussy licking, or die trying.