Sue Storm Wants To Be An Ethical Lesbian Slut

The Invisible Woman did think of it. With Dr. Stone's calf pinning her face in place, only a thin piece of plastic between her lips and that hot pussy, Sue desperately wanted to taste it. To give in. Yet she had spent too many years as a heroine. Even though her morality and ethics had been bent and warped by her sessions with the psychiatrist, she was too much of a good person to deliberately imperil her lovers by threatening to carry disease from one to the other.

Of course, that did leave her with other options.

The beautiful blonde psychiatrist's eyes went wide as she felt a tongue of invisible **** materialize inside her pussy, on the other side of the diaphragm. Even as Sue Storm sucked her clit through the thin sheet of plastic, the villain felt that hard, invisible tongue twirl around her vaginal canal. It was like nothing she had ever experienced. The invisible **** construct was neither hot nor cold, hard nor soft. It didn't pinch or bite. Yet it was irresistible, pushing and stretching the vaginal muscles, exploring the slick, hot tunnel, as if Sue sought the correct spot.

When the invisible tongue hit her G-spot, Moonstone yelped. The buzzing implants in her head flashed briefly, overloaded with a neural activity they were never designed for. The alien moonstone attached directly to Karla Sofen's nervous system suddenly vibrated at a frequency that amplified and multiplied the instantaneous climax and briefly overloaded her brain.

The leg fell away from Sue's head. Dr. Stone lay limp in the chair, legs askew, her lewd cunny on display. Eyes rolled up in her head, an idiot smile on her face.

Sue carefully peeled away the diaphragm and placed it in the waste receptacle by Dr. Stone's desk. The Invisible Woman felt eerily clear-headed, and as she composed herself and prepared to leave, Dr. Stone shook her head and tried to focus her thoughts.

"That...was..." Karla began.

"Fun," Sue said, with a cheerful grin. "Really, I have to thank you, doctor. You're right. If I'm going to be a lesbian slut, I'm going to be an ethical one. I'm going to use protection to make sure I don't endanger my partners. And with a little creativity and my powers, I don't think much will really be lost. Maybe, someday, I'll do as you say—find the right woman, marry her. But right now I'm still married to Reed. And I—I have to think about what to do about my husband. And about Nairobi. I'll see you next week."

"Applesauce," Karla said, and then frowned, wondering where that had come from. Her head pounded. The implants felt like two lead weights in her skull, a constant pressure that made it difficult to concentrate. She barely acknowledged as Sue Storm left...and she had no idea what Sue Storm was about to do next.