One Slut's perspective

Diana Prince held the young woman's head before her, and lead the girl gently away from her breast. The blond woman's mouth unlatched from Diana's large nipples, leaving no more than a thin trail of spittle to keep the two women connected. Though, considering what she has done so far, it hardly bothered Diana. She had spent the last hour and a half allowing any female in the room open access to her ample chest. And seeing how it is nearly every normal female's fantasy to suckle on the breasts of Wonderslut, it is no surprise that literally everyone took the opportunity without a second thought.

No matter, she would have to simply make a note to wash the mixed amount of saliva and DNA, the girls, have left on her breasts. And after this long day, a nice shower is more than mandatory. In fact, showering, in general, should be a compulsory thing for all league members. Or for everyone, no less! If she, somehow, had the ability to change the world in away. She would make constant showers a thing all must do. With her heightened sense of smell, people don't realize how badly they actually reek.

Speaking of reek, Diana thought that she really should get moving. Being in this one room for more than an hour, the Hall of Justice has begun to smell of lust-filled heat. Especially considering what everyone has spent the last hour doing.

Noticing that everyone seemed to be complete, each female in the room had the chance to suckle upon her bosom. Diana rose off the table to her feet, she shifted her ass uncomfortably. Honestly, she forgot that she traded her swimsuit bottom with a random girl's straight-up panties. It was a bit unusual for her, yes, and very revealing. While her original bottom was extraordinarily tight and displayed all over her toned thighs and legs, perhaps even some of her underbutt. It was still able to cover her backside.

Considering what she has on now. The beige pantie was pitifully small and not designed for a fully developed woman with a curvy arse. The fabric that is supposed to keep the privates covered, quite literally sunk between her butt cheeks, making the staps on the backside entirely unnoticeable. And the front didn't do much to cover her labia, with only half of her hidden area actually remaining hidden.

Diana frowned, in the heat of the moment she genuinely believed it was a good idea to give away supplement that girl's pantie sniffing fetish. Technically, Diana's usual bottom attire isn't really considered to be her panties, but the fact that she doesn't wear anything beneath it could have one argue that they are the same thing.

Looking over at Nichole, Diana couldn't help but be both pleased and weirded out by the girl.

Pleased in the fact that the teen seems to be genuinely enjoying herself. And it's a good feeling knowing that her actions actively helped another person reach bliss.

But on the opposing side.

Nichole seemed to be quite normal at first; in fact, Diana could remember finding a liking to the teen. As she wasn't consistently using her phone to take pictures of Diana's every step, and a lot of these people, don't realize they have their flash on.

But it's as if the girl who has initially been relatively regular, is now a perverted beast that gets off to sniffing and tasting the scent of other women's crotches. If anyone else did such a thing, there'd be no doubt that they would have to be escorted off the ship. Actually, Diana was moments away from stepping in herself. But of course, Nichole is allowed to bask in her horny crotch sniffing ways, seeing that it's normal for her. Though, even as Diana was offering her nipples to the female guests to suck on. She couldn't help but wonder why did Nichole just now decide to act such a way.

Its as if a switch has been flipped.

Oh, no matter.

There's no time to ponder on the normal things of life, especially since there's more than an hour's worth of time that needs to be made up.

But before continuing the tour, Diana must confront Nichole and ask for her bottom back. Because the pantie that she has on won't due, and if the tourists go back to taking pictures... Oh, the thought of how quickly those pictures of her fully revealed ass would spread across the internet.

It made the goddess shudder.

"Excuse me.. Wonderslut?"

Before Diana could make it near Nichole, a light hand tapped her shoulder. Pausing in her step and looking down, Diana noticed a shy teen was lightly tapping her arm. She smiled, "That is what they call me. Is there something I can do for you?"

"I was wondering... If I could suck on your tits?"

Diana didn't sigh, even though she wanted too. She spent more than an hour allowing all women to latch their lips upon her nipples. Which is more than enough time, in her eyes. And even though Diana has every right to refuse someone access to her body, it is hers, after all, she is physically unable to. Luckily most don't know this about her. But if any female requesting slurping on her breasts, she must always respond with open arms. It is just the normal thing for her to do. Diana tries to keep that fact a secret, and she had done well up to this point. Hopefully, these girls will believe it is a one-time thing and not ask again.

If it were to become public, perhaps even her enemies would **** such knowledge... Regardless of who it is, or what she is doing; if a female asks to suck, Diana can only say yes.

"Of course you can." Diana kept her smile and returned to sit atop the table.

The girl was petite in stature, and in the means of time, Diana chose to lift the teen upwards onto the table to speed the process up. Clutching the girl's head, Diana brought the petite girl's lips towards her ample chest. And the girl dutifully latched her lips onto Diana's large tanned nipples.

As the girl slurped and sucked like a baby starved for milk. Diana held the girl in a soft motherly embrace, even as she thought of how she would get out of this situation.

Apparently, everyone in here is lusting after her chest...

They could continue to request her to open up her breast sucking banquet, and obviously, she can't reject them. Theoretically, she could end up being stuck in a forever continuing loop. Where she can never say no, and they can forever ask. The only end in sight would be when they all eventually pass out as Diana could easily outstand anyone in this room. Luckily for her, she is able to withstand so much **** in one specific area. Any other woman would have their nipples be sore by now. But not Wonderslut!

Regardless.

She can't do this for so long...

Perhaps...

After this girl has finished, Diana could quickly re-equip her chest plate, and that might give off the impression that she's finished here. With hindsight, she should have put her top back on beforehand; it wasn't as much of a concern to her before since she was more pressed to cover her bottom half from prying eyes than she is with her chest. Maybe because she has been allowing everyone to grasp her breasts, she isn't prioritizing covering her pare of gems as much.

Either way, after this girl is done, she won't let another teen ask her the dreaded question. If she isn't careful, another line of horny girls might pile up!

"Wonderslut? I was wondering if I could suck your tits when you're done with her." A dark-skinned teen came up to Diana while mentioning the girl she was nursing.

Diana closed her eyes, took a deep breath. Which caused her large rack to press more into the petite girl's mouth.

"Sure you can." Diana smiled.

"Your mind says no, but your body says yes!"

I gave Raven a moment to breathe air that wasn't contained between the ass cheeks of one orange alien. Mostly so I could hear her reply clearly, as messing with this humdrum goth is especially titillating.

"My body says no, you're the only one saying yes here." With the purple shine in her hair disheveled and her gray-skinned face stained with cum and alien booty. The only semblance of her regular self would be this natural uninterested, and entirely dull persona. Which is something I could easily change too; if I had my other earring, that is.

Ha!

Gotta love how I consider them to be mine when in reality I literally stole both and justly have no rightful ownership to either of them.

"Alright well back in you go," I sighed, and with a twitch of my crotch, I pushed the goth chick's face back between Starfire's ass cheeks.

There was no struggling, moaning, or gagging on Raven's part, she simply accepted her situation like the good sexy slut she is.

Glancing up, I had to ask. "How does this feel Starfire?" The alien had also come to terms with her predicament and stood firm as I ramed her teammate's face against her backside.

"Ver- Very strange I must say..." Starfire responded between my thrusts.

But somethings missing...

Ah! I know!

Starfire reacted quickly.

"Eeeek!" She yelped after I grabbed a handful of her flowing red hair end yanked her back against Raven's face. "Coul- Could you perha- haaaps be a bit more gentle?"

"Calm down," I pulled on her hair again, "You've gone through worse. And I'm not stopping yet."

Yes, that's nice... Huge Hector agrees, since my throbbing member resting rather lustfully against Raven's toned body.

I pulled Starfire's hair back with one hand and **** Raven's head forward with my other. Reaching a pleasing rhythm and enjoying the audible slapping sounds of a face colliding with an ass.

Raven stayed silent throughout, whether she truly was receiving nothing out of this, arousing... And honestly degrading situation. Or if she just adamantly refused to give me the satisfaction of a lustful peep out of her. Is beyond me.

But I don't fucking care.

Even though, after thinking about it, I would love to hear what a moan from this gothic chick would sound like. Would she actually break character and speak like a cute horny teen getting ramed for the first time?

I mean, I'm not gonna let her silence ruin my time here...

But... Shit, I could try to get a sound out of her.

The original plan was to bust a quick nut with these girls and rattle on back to my sister... But I have both Starfire and Raven right where I want them! And if I'm going to get blown up here anyway, wouldn't it make sense for me to use the time that I have?

Even if I get to Nichole, what am I gonna do? This normality earring won't protect me from a chain reaction of explosives; that's for sure. Stealing an escape pod would probably be effortless, I guess. But I don't even know the first place to go looking for one of those!

Hmmm

One look down at my throbbing member as it rested against the black spandex of Raven's top, and I knew what I must do.

Or what Huge Hector wanted me to do.

I'm gonna make this gray-skinned bitch fucking squeal. And I don't care how many positions I'm going to have to do to get it done.

Giving the freckle stained teened a lingering smile before she returned to her friends, Diana breathed a sigh of much-needed relief. Thirty minutes, thirty more minutes she spent breastfeeding any young woman that had the guts to ask. Now, out of all people on planet Earth, Diana hopes that she would be one of the leading advocates and friends to all women. She hopes to be that of a role model for girls young and old to look up to and strive to become better people.

But with all that being said.

At this moment, she would want nothing more than to tell these girls to keep their freaking mouths shut so she can do her job and continue the tour!

But...

Alas, her incoming future doesn't seem to be much different than the previous two hours.

They keep coming... Girl after girl, like an endless gauntlet, all of them lusting to latch onto her breasts. And Diana can't blame them, it's normal nature for them to want to nurse upon her heavenly package. But at a certain point, they need to just take a break and STOP!

If not for Diana's sake, for their own!

Breathing in a deep intake of air, Diana prepared her nerves to continue the neverending hell she has been succumbed to enduring. She turned to face the next person in line with her trademarked Wonder Slut smile and her fist against hips pose. Yes, if she weren't topless and basically bottomless, this would be just like a regular meetup with her loyal fans.

If her fans weren't breast-obsessed fanatical girls with a tit fetish that involves her explicitly and literally only her.

But no...

The line was empty.

"By Athena's blade..." Muttered the Queen of the Amazons.

With the speed that would impress even Barry Allen, Diana turned her back to the group of women and required her breastplate. She had to adjust her chest into position, gripping the top-hem of her breastplate, she bounced her bosom up and down, jiggling the mass in place until her chest settled in its usual position.

Yes.

Now all she must get is her bottom piece from the young woman with a pantie sniffing fetish, and she would be back in her presentable attire. Then the tour can continue as it was originally intended!

That is if that's even a possible outcome at this point.

While the girls were still recovering, Diana bent her knees, intending to fly over towards Nichole. That's when she felt a light tug on her arm. And as she turned her head and spotted a cute Indian girl with a familiar question written on her face.

"Wonder Slut?"

The great Diana of Themyscira flinched as she knew full well what was about to happen...

"Yes?" She replied, ever so defeatedly.

"I just wanted to know if-"

*Flash*

"Wonder Slut!"

The Flash appeared two feet away from Diana in a blink of the eye. Half of the room's occupants flinched jumped or had a near heart attack at the sudden read blur that appeared in their midst.

Diana, for her part, took an instinctive defensive stance before her mind could consciously decipher what even happened. But after a second of eyeing the Barry, her face sank into one of comforting familiarity.

"Flash!" She stepped towards him and impressed the red-dressed speedster in a tight embrace. "You have returned! It is great to see you!"

"Ohhh! Yesss" The Barry croaked, feeling sudden pops and hoping whatever bones broke wasn't vital. Even the soft feeling of Diana's pillow-like chest pressing against his wasn't enough to justify the pain. "My power... Is speed... Not... Super strength..." He gasped.

Diana gasped with him as her eyes shot open upon realizing how much **** she was exerting in her hug.

"Oh my, I apologize!" She letgo, and Barry promptly staggered back as his lungs refilled with oxygen. "I missed both you and Superman." Furrow her brow, she looked around, "Is he here, as well?"

Barry held up his finger, signaling Diana to hold on for a few seconds as he regained his composure. After coughing twice, he gulped and responded.

"Yeah, I have no idea where he is. And about that... There have been some problems and..."

"Yes, tell me about it. I've been having... Issues, myself..." Diana crossed her arms below her chest and cocked her hip. "You decided to return at the perfect time." She lowered her voice and stepped towards Barry as she said that last part.

"What?" Barry blinked, and then took a second to give Diana and the room he was in a once over. "Wait... Wait, what did just I stumble into?"

Diana rose up into the air.

"Please, everyone! Feel free to greet the Flash, and ask him all the questions you have. But keep in mind that we will be moving on very soon. There is much to catch up on."

Barry raised his hand. "Hey, I didn't agree to this!"

'Thank you!' She mouthed to the speedster as she floated back through the air.

Turning her attention to Nichole, she finally had the opportunity to get away from that breast sucking cycle and take back her borrowed article of clothing from one sniff loving blonde.