Slutty Supergirl

Then, slowly, her hands dropped to her sides… and her fingers gently brushed the hem of her skirt, beginning to lift it—

The pizza guy blinked. Once. Twice.

Her gaze never wavered.

And in that moment—he wasn’t thinking about pizza, or work, or anything else.

Just her.

Just Supergirl.

Her fingers froze on the hem of her skirt, just as it began to reveal the barest hint of her smooth, porcelain hips. She lifted it higher. Higher, higher, higher. The pizza guy’s breath hitched as her pussy came into view—completely bare, glistening faintly in the dim light of the backroom.

She hadn’t worn anything underneath.

His jaw dropped. He tried to say something—anything—but the words caught in his throat. His pants suddenly felt way too tight, and his cock, already stirring, began to swell at an alarming rate. Supergirl tilted her head, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

“Look at that,” Kara teased. “Looks like someone likes what they see~♡!" She giggled, a light, melodic sound that only made his arousal spike further. Her fingers toyed with the hem of her skirt, letting it fall back into place for a moment before lifting it again, teasingly slow. “Do you want a closer look?”

Her pussy. Bare and shaved, it was the perfect slit.

He swallowed hard, his face flushing. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Supergirl stepped closer, her boots clicking softly against the floor, and stopped just inches away from him. Her hand reached out, her fingers brushing against the front of his pants. He gulped, his cock throbbing painfully against the fabric.

“Let’s get you out of these,” Supergirl murmured, low and sultry. Her fingers worked quickly, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands sliding his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion.

And then, it was his turn to hear her gasp.

“Oh my God,” Supergirl breathed, her eyes wide with shock and admiration. She…she was still smiling. Like she expected this.

Like…she had seen his cock before.

‘Right, X-ray vision.’

Her hands instinctively reached out, but she hesitated, as if she wasn’t sure she was allowed to touch. Her gaze traveled up and down the length of his cock, taking in every inch of it—twelve inches of thick, pulsing perfection. It was a monster, throbbing with need, the tip already glistening with precum.

“This is… unreal,” Supergirl whispered excitedly. She looked up at him, her blue eyes filled with a mix of lust and wonder. “This is the biggest cock I have ever seen.”

Her fingers finally closed around him and he groaned. His head fell back as she began to stroke him slowly, her grip firm but gentle. She kissed the tip of his cock, and then, without warning, her lips wrapped around the tip of his cock.

He nearly came then and there.

Supergirl was incredible and a suction like no other. It felt like she had been preparing for this but that was impossible, right? This…

“Ngh!”

This was talent o-or another superpower of hers. Dick sucking could be a superpower given X-ray vision and Frost Breath was.

Supergirl’s was the warmest mouth he had ever experienced. Her focus was purely on sucking and not using her tongue. It was these subtle these that differed her from, say, Kara. Supergirl took him deeper, inch by inch. Her hands worked in tandem with her mouth, stroking the base of his shaft as she sucked him off with a skill that was almost otherworldly. Her majestic blue eyes never left his, and the intensity of her gaze made it impossible for him to look away.

She was Supergirl, and she was his.

Her mouth moved faster now, never going balls deep. Her lips slid up and down his length with a rhythm that was almost hypnotic. Her hand cupped his balls, gently massaging them as she sucked him deeper, her throat opening to take him in.

He was close—so close—and she knew it. She pulled back slightly, her tongue flicking against the tip of his cock, and then she took him all the way down again, her nose pressing against his pelvis.

That was all it took.

The pizza guy came with a groan, his hips bucking as he emptied himself into her mouth. Supergirl didn’t pull away, didn’t even flinch. Instead, she swallowed every drop, her lips still wrapped around him, her tongue teasing the sensitive underside of his cock as he shuddered with pleasure.

“H-hah…haah…”

It all happened so fast. How long did he even last? Two minutes? Maybe three? Supergirl made it all feel like a blur.

When the Kryptonian finally pulled back, her lips were slick with his cum, and she looked up at him with a smirk. “You taste amazing,” she purred, licking her lips. “Humans are really special~”

He was still catching his breath when she stood up, her hands sliding up his chest. “Now,” she said, a hand sliding up and down his chest. Teasing him and subtly dominating him. “I want you on the couch.”

He didn’t argue.

She led him over to the faded couch, pushing him down onto it with surprising strength. She straddled him, her skirt riding up enough to reveal her bare pussy again. She reached down, her fingers wrapping around his cock, which was already hard again, and positioned him at her entrance.

Supergirl paused, her eyes locking with his. “Are you ready?” she asked, soft but laced with anticipation.

He nodded, his hands gripping her hips as she lowered herself onto him, taking him inch by inch. She sucked in air through her teeth, her head falling back as she felt him stretch her, fill her completely.

“F-fuck…! Y-you’re so warm and tight…!”

“H-heh…!” She put on that classic Supergirl smile. Eyes blazing and confidence radiating. It made him want to do better. “I-I’m glad.”

Wow.

She took him down deeper. More and more—and unlike the ladies before him—she didn’t whine or complain or stop it. She took his cock down in record time.

Skirt still on, cock fully inside, she gazed down at him. She breathed with some struggle and a smile.

She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, her hands resting on his chest for balance. Her eyes never left his, and the intensity of her gaze was almost too much to bear.

She was Supergirl, and she was fucking him.

And he never wanted it to end.

Supergirl’s movements slowed to a halt, her hips still flush against his. She tightened up. Oh, she was about to climax. The pizza guy suddenly felt proud. He didn’t even thrust yet and yet she was edging toward a climax. Super bit her lower lip, a sly smile spreading across her face as she leaned back, her hands gripping the edge of the couch behind her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, her breasts straining against the tight fabric of her costume. Her blue eyes locked onto his and she whispered, “Your turn to do the work. I know you can do it~”

Oh. Ohhh.

Supergirl was telling him to fuck her brains out.

He blinked, momentarily stunned by the command. But the look in her eyes—that look—sparked something primal in him. He gripped her hips tighter, his fingers digging into the softness of her thighs and THRUST upward, driving himself deeper into her.

“Oh—!”

Supergirl’s head fell back, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she felt him take control. Her hands tightened on the couch, her nails digging into the fabric as she braced herself. Again,a again, again!

“Oh! Nggh~! Oh my—! Oh god! Oh Rao—!”

But unlike the other girls, she wouldn’t break so easily. Her eyes fluttered open, locking onto his again, and the intensity of her gaze was almost overwhelming. She wasn’t just watching him. She was devouring him with her eyes, every motion, every thrust, every breath.

He fucked her harder, his movements growing more urgent, more ****. ‘Come on, come on, come on…!’

Satisfy her. Fuck her. Go as deep as possible!

Supergirl bit her bottom lip. He didn’t realize it—but she was breaking. Supergirl arched her back, her pussy tightening around him as she felt the first waves of pleasure cresting within her.

“W-wait!” she gasped. There it was! He went faster! He made sure he wouldn’t let go! Supergirl gasped over and over again. “W-wait—!”

Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!

Her eyes rolled back. She couldn’t stop it. Even Supergirl against this cock couldn’t stop it—

“I’m cumming! CUMMING~! HNGGGH~!”

Yes, yes, yes! Fuck her harder!

“I LOVE IT~!”

Her body shuddered, her thighs clamping around his hips as she came, her cries echoing through the small room. Her hands shot out, grabbing his forearms as she rode out the waves of her orgasm, her grip almost painfully tight. But he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop. He kept thrusting, driving her higher, pushing her closer to the edge again.

Supergirl’s eyes were wide, her lips parted as she gasped for air. She looked down at him, eyes rolling back until she gained the will again. “Y-y-you really are—nggh!” She cupped her mouth. Another orgasm. “M-make me cum ag—” Her voice cracked. “A-agaiiin~♡!"

He smiled and obliged, his hands moving under her skirt and grabbing her booty. Huh. Was it just him or was her ass…familiar? No, not familiar, it was almost identical to Kara.

Her pussy tightened and those thoughts ceased.

“M-make me cum,” Supergirl repeated, her smile almost panicked. “Come on!”

He lifted her by the bootycheeks, making sure to get a nice grip, then slammed her back down onto him. She cried out. Orgams after orgasm followed. “Y-y-y-you’re really something! Mmmpph~!” Her hands flew to her mouth, muffling her screams as she came, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

But still, he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. Her body was too perfect, too responsive. Every thrust sent her spiraling again, her moans growing louder, more ****. She was grinding against him now, her hips moving in sync with his, her body demanding more, more.

She was Supergirl. She wouldn’t lose.

But.

She was.

“Rao,” Supergirl breathed, her voice barely audible over him clapping her cheeks. “You’re… you’re going to make me… HNGGGH~! CUMMING~~♡!"

Her body convulsed again, her back arching as she came. Her hands gripped his shoulders because this man—

“Y-you won’t stoppp~!”

The dick wouldn’t stop fucking her alien pussy. Human cock was just too good. Too addicting. Saliva started to slip from her lips and she quickly wiped it off.

“I-I’m Supergirl, I’m Supergirl, I can’t—”

Oh, but she did. Oh, but he did. He fucked her brains out.

She was trembling, then moaned and gasped. Her entire body shook more and more as she came again and again.

He could feel himself getting closer, the pressure building in his balls with every thrust. But he didn’t want it to end. Not yet. He wanted to feel her, to know her, and to rearrange her pussy. Call it pride. Call it the male ego. He wanted to leave Supergirl with something that she would never forget.

Supergirl’s eyes locked onto his again, and she smiled, a wicked, knowing smile. “Don’t stooop~! Don’t you dare stop~!”

And he didn’t. He fucked her harder, faster. But fuuuck! She was tight! Way too tight! The pizza guy…

He just couldn’t hold back. He tried to, he did, but…

“S-Supergirl…! I-I can’t…!”

“Do it inside! I-I’m more than happy for you to cum inside! You're the only man who can!"

A Kryptonian. The strongest species on Earth. An alien that knew no equal. He got to cum inside her. Grabbing her booty cheeks, he buried himself deep inside her, his balls shuddering as he spilled himself into her, his entire being consumed by the sheer intensity of it.

He closed his eyes. His world went white. God, what a tight, hot pussy she had…

He wanted to cum inside her forever. Alas, all good things had to come to an end.

Supergirl’s hands moved to his face, her fingers tracing the contours of his jaw as she leaned down, her lips brushing against his. “You've been amazing so far,” she whispered, her voice low and husky. "But I hope humanity can show me just a bit more."

"I'll, uh, do my best."

"Heh~! Good."

They made out. They kissed.

Supergirl was a great kisser, partially because her lips were so soft. Never using tongue, only focused on the lips. It was delightful.

And…familiar.

But he couldn’t raise a question. Not when she looked at him like that, her eyes filled with something he couldn’t quite name. Something that made him feel like he was the only person in the world. He thrust into her again, his movements slower, more deliberate this time. Her breath hitched, her body tightening around him as she felt him moving inside her.

She was smiling, her eyes never leaving his. “You’re still hard, aren’t you?” she whispered. “Trust me, your boss isn’t nearby. So…” She sounded almost pathetic when she said, “Make me cum again.”

And he did. Again. And again. And again.