Latex Mask

The Fantastic Four did not normally use masks. There had been that brief period when Ben had used a helmet, after Wolverine had slashed his face so horribly, but for the most part there was no need to pretend they had secret identities. They had always been open about who they were.

The dark blue latex half-mask settled over Sue's eyes, nose and cheeks, and completely covered her hair, so that her head took on a smooth, almost bullet-shaped appearance. Looking in the mirror, she was surprised how much it transformed the profile of her face. She looked more serious, more dangerous.

More sexy?

"Darling," she asked Reed. "What do you think?"

The rest of Sue's costume was more unstable molecule latex. Form fitting gloves and boots that rose above the knee and elbow, a blue thong so tight that Sue could feel the cool air on her bare ass cheeks. The reinforced top had a 4-shaped keyhole for her cleavage.

Reed Richard's hand stretched out from across the room to cup her ass. In the mirror, she could see his eyes had that strange light in them. He was practically drooling.

"The doctor recommended it," Sue admitted as she adjusted her breasts. She wasn't going to pop out, even during the most strenuous athletics, thanks to subtle applications of spirit gum, but it looked like she might.

"I think you look...spankable," he said, and his hand pulled away, just for a moment, to return with a hard smack that left a red print on her pale cheek. Sue leaped in shock, spun...and then saw the stiff tent in her husband's pants.

"Oh...wow," she said. "Is that all for me?"

"You'd better take care of it," Reed said, as he sat on the bed. "I can't have such a distraction if we get called out for an emergency."

Sue's nose twitched, but she smiled. She dropped to her knees and crawled toward him.

"You're right," she purred. "I'll have to take responsibility, she said as she pulled his pants down. The swollen schlong popped out, and Sue ran her tongue on the sensitive underside, her lipstick leaving blue marks on Mister Fantastic's Mr. Fantastic. She took her time, enjoying the feel of the warm skin on her lips, the salty tang of his sweat on her tongue, until she came to the head.

His hands closed on her half-mask as she rolled her lips over her teeth to engulf his head. The mask didn't move as she bobbed slightly up and down, using her hand to stroke his cock as she sucked and slurped on his head. For a few minutes, there was nothing but the moment with the two of them, and Sue took her time to stretch out experience, her own pussy wet and needy from excitement as Reed moaned and began to whisper soft obscenities. All the things he wanted to do to her. Strange endearments.

Once, Sue Storm had been "Darling," "Love," and "Beloved." Now those terms were intermingled with "fucking whore," "cocksucking cunt," "cumbucket," and "my little latex slut."

Yet the way he said it showed more love, more desire, more raw emotion than she heard from him in years.

When he grunted and erupted at last the bitter cream hit the top of her mouth and Sue had to resist the urge to gag, to bite, only sucked harder as she stroked his shaft faster, to squeeze out every drop. She pulled her mouth off the blue-stained prick with a wet kiss—and before she could even swallow, he dragged her up into his arms and thrust his tongue into her sperm-filled mouth, in a display of passion so intense that it took Sue aback.

The mask was definitely staying.