The supervillainess Bella Donna lets the so-called superhero fuck her and trusts him to pull out (M/F)

Andrew the janitor surely didn't really expect his 'Ajax the Great' superhero identity to ever gain any traction in the League of Propriety, considering his unimpressive appearance and ability. Although he still doesn't seem likely to engage in any exciting property-damage-laden battles or get any fawning media interviews, he doesn't look too displeased about having skipped right over all of that and ended up right at the scenario that so many new male superheroes secretly or not-so-secretly fantasize about: have a sexy young villainess kneeling down in front of him gagging on his cock in the hopes of securing a reprieve from justice. He starts gripping the top of her head and moving her back and forth. Bella Donna seems like she has taken on a bit more than she can handle, as she's soon sputtering and coughing. A string of drool leads from her lips to the head of Andrew's cock as she pulls back to catch her breath. "Ah... well, I guess that's the end of it, then." she begins softly jerking his spit-slicked cock in her hand. "Unless you changed your mind, baby..."

"Whahh... What if you're just pretending to do this and you're gonna... stab me with a syringe or something as soon as my guard is down... or start screaming and try and get me in trouble with the real heroes?" he catches himself and gulps. "B-by which I mean the non-costumed security of course! That's what we call our staff and emergency services, 'the real heroes'..."

"Mmmm," Bella keeps her hand on his cock as she gets back to her feet, balancing on one of her sexy black thigh-high stiletto boots and popping her other leg up behind her. "If I was plannin' on that why would I be saying you can do anything you want with me right now, instead of after I'm out of here? And does it look like I got anywhere to hide a weapon? Here, come on and frisk me. Can't hurt to be safe." She takes his hands and begins guiding them up and down her toned, healthy figure. His palms slide lasciviously over her smooth brown skin, tracing over her stomach and sliding up under her bikini top to grope her tits.

"Ohhh yeah, baby. All natural. I only believe in givin' surgical enhancements to other people. I'm pretty perfect already, don'tcha think?" she says with a wink. Andrew's hands caress her thighs and dig down into the cuffs of her high boots. She starts responding to each of his caresses with soft, womanly moans, contrasting with the harsh tone she'd had for the Weather Watch earlier.

He stands there looming over her, mouth hanging partly open. "Ah, still don't believe me?" she asks, sounding said and pouting cutely. "Well, you been watchin' me right, mistah 'Ajax'? I haven't been doing anything for myself." she grasps one of his hands in hers and steps backwards, hopping up onto the polished table and resting her perky brown bottom on it. "Ah! That's a little cold, but I'm sure it'll warm up in a minute." she giggles... and then spreads her thighs wide. She hikes up her feet and rests them on the table, bending her knees so as to give Andrew the best possible view of the black pleather thong digging into her crotch. "You can check there for any evil gadgets, too. And you'll feel that there ain't no lie about how horny I am right now."

'Ajax' bends forward over her and slides two of his fingers down the front of her thong. Bella Donna begins moaning softly as he explores her sex with two fingers, then three, slowly working them inside her and wiggling back and forth. He seems to have at least a basic idea of what to do, because soon he's bringing his thumb in as well, wiggling it against the top of her labia while curling his fingers inside her.

"Ahhhh! Oooooh, that's good!" she gasps sweetly. "Can't you feel how wet my pussy is for you?" she begins squeezing one of her breasts with her hand, pinching her nipple between two fingers. Soon she decies to just push the whole thing up a bit, sliding her bikini top up and out of the way to expose the round, bouncy mounds and deep brown nipples underneath. "All you have to do is say yes~" she says in a flirtatious sing-song tone. "I gotta warn you though, after this pussy you won't ever be satisfied with anybody else. It'll feel so good you're gon' be horny for me every time you wake up in the morning. Maybe... if you're really good... we can meet back up in between my master plans..." she purses her lips at him.

"Oh hell... I don't know if it's pheromones or whatever, but nobody could resist this." the older guy says with strain in his voice. "I want you, Bella Donna." he stands up straight and edges close to her, letting his girthy, erect cock rub against her inner thigh. He rests his hands on her knees as he savors the moment.

Looking as sensual as she can manage, Bella is resting one of her fingers next to her lips, and uses her own fingers to stroke herself a few times before pulling her thong to the side to give him access. "You got a, uh, rain covering for your legendary spear, there, Mr. Ajax? Um, you know, a rubber?" Now that it is clear things are going beyond the point of no return, her confident villainess facade is cracking a little once again, and her breathing is getting shallow as the reality of the situation sinks in.

Gritting his teeth, Ajax looks over his shoulder. "Oh shit, shit... No, I don't have any pockets in this thing and I never would've thought I had a chance with a girl as sexy and brilliant as you, Bella. I know there's a machines in all the bathrooms and boxes in the commissary, but I'm not allowed to let you out of my sight and if I go looking for one now..."

"Yeah." the alluring young evil genius says to herself, continuing to flick her fingers over her clit. "Well... how's your pull-out game?" she asks, smiling nervously. "Feels better that way anyhow, right?"

Looking like he's just been awarded the key to the city, Andrew can't stop his mouth from splitting into a dopey grin. "A-absolutely! I've got really good control."

"Good," Bella says, her breathing quickening even further. "'Cuz we don't want any suspicious evidence, you know? So make sure you let me swallow every drop you've got saved up."

That is clearly the last straw for the disguised janitor's willpower. He lines his cock up with Bella Donna's clean-shaven mocha cunt-lips and edges his straining glans inside her. Bella lolls her head to the side, squishing one of her afro-puffs flat and moaning as he slips more and more of his throbbing erection into her. Even with how wet and ready she's gotten, he has to go slow at first. Soon her pussy is being stretched around the base of his fat cock and his pubic hair is tickling her clit. He backs out and begins to slowly pump himself in and out of her.

"Unnhhhh! Unnnhhhhh!! Oh yes, oh yes! It's filling me up!" she squeals. "God damn, it's so hard, so hot...!" She clamps a hand over her own mouth as she lets out a ringing squeal as he goes all the way into her again. The next thrust is faster, and she's squeezing him so tightly that it produces a lewd squeak of escaping air. He takes his hands off her knees. There is a sharp contrast of color as his pale hands enfold the dark brown tits bouncing back and forth each time he bucks into her.

Looking down at her svelte body rocking back and forth with each thrust of his sizeable cock, the very lucky costume-player gives in to his urge to be even closer to her, and leans down to push his body against hers, bringing his face in close. His slightly pudgy stomach is squishing down on top of her firm, slender midriff, but Bella Donna doesn't look as if she minds too much as she stares deeply into his lusty eyes. The man cranes his neck down and begins passionately kissing her on the lips. Soon the room is filled both with the slapping of his hips against her inner thighs, and the slurping sounds as she explores his mouth with her tongue.

Bella pushes Andrew/back a little bit, letting his cock flop out, still straining and soaked with her juices. "You're a real perverted asshole, huh?" she says in a playful, mildly sarcastic tone. "Taking advantage of a poor girl like this. What would that stuck up bitch Maiden America think, huh? But I guess you don't care about that." she winks and rubs one of her legs against his side. "Are you getting close, or can you keep going?"

"I can definitely keep going! In fact, I insist." he says, stroking her silky smooth thighs and rubbing the head of his cock over her crotch.

"Yeah, I want more of that thick white cock, too." Bella says seductively. She backs up further onto the table and lays flat, then hikes her hips up into the air. She is laying there with her shoulders and back on the table, and her hips elevated. "I want you to make me cum. Don't even think about cumming before I do, you dirty hero. Get on up here so you can fuck me harder."

He doesn't need much encouragement, and gets up in a kneeling position on the table. The sexy young black girl gasps in delight as she feels his hands grip her firm, nicely rounded ass cheeks and heft her up to the right height, taking most of her weight into his grip and leaving her boot heels dangling a few inches off the tabletop. "OHH YES!" she cries out as he buries his cock insider her again in one swift stroke.

Andrew is fucking Bella Donna harder and deeper than before now. She's nice and relaxed and seems to be fitting his cock perfectly. "God damn...! Your hot chocolate pussy is gripping me so tight! This is the best pussy in the world, even Maiden America wouldn't compare!"

In between shuddering moans, Bella laughs pleasantly. "Ya damn right she wouldn't!" she says in a proud voice, sliding her own hands down to lightly grip his wrists as he pounds her relentlessly. Oh, ohhhh! It's so good, baby, your dick is so good, I'm almost there, don't stop!"

"Unnnhgh... I can't last much longer. You're squeezing me too tight, Bella...!" Andrew says in a **** groan, his face getting red.

The wickedly seductive scientist hikes her legs up higher. Every time he bucks forward now, his balls are slapping against her exposed anus, which she doesn't seem to mind at all. "Keep going, keep going, I'm so close!"

"Tell me..." Ajax grunts through gritted teeth. "Tell me you want me cum!"

A belly-deep groan of pleasure bubbles up from Bella's throat and her legs quiver. "Ahhhhhuuhhhhhh!" she is either doing an extraordinary job of faking or just came all over him. "Yeah! I want it, I want to taste that cum, give it to me!"

Andrew/Ajax thrusts himself balls deep inside her, every inch of his shaft stretching the younger woman out. A long, deep groan of satisfaction escapes his lips as his sack tightens and flexes against her. Gently, bends down and lays Bella's lovely little ass back on the table before he backs out of her, little splotches of white goo clinging to the edge of his glans and around his urethra.

For a long minute both partners lay there panting and covered in sweat, Bella still softly massaging her breasts and Andrew resting his hands on her stomach.

"Shit... you asshole..." Bella Donna breathes softly, rolling her eyes. "What happened to pulling out?" she deepens her voice in a mocking imitation of Andrew's: "'I have really good control', huh? Pfft." She softly runs her fingers over her well-fucked cunt. "I guess a 'long-serving'" she makes air quotes for emphasis, "...hero like you is a little behind the times, huh? Lemme catch you up. 'Pull-out game' doesn't mean 'blow your nut as deep in the girl as you possibly can'." she puts a hand on his forehead and pushes him away, hopping up to her feet.

"Um... sorry. You just felt too good around my cock, I couldn't help myself." the disguised janitor says sheepishly, looking down at her pussy. A tiny bit of pearly white starts beading up around her nether lips before she pulls her thong back into place and then yanks her top back down.

Bella Donna sighs again, but a smile returns to her lips. "Yeah, I should have known I'd be too much for a dork like you. If you hadn't made me cum first, I'd be whooping your ass right now, super-powers or no superpowers." she says playfully. "Oh well. I'll trade having to sweat my way through peeing on a stick in a few weeks for worrying whether my 20 years is gonna be with or without parole."

"20 years?" Andrew asks, boggled as he awkwardly tugs his tights back on. "What DID you do, anyway? And what do you mean, peeing on a-" suddenly a light of recognition goes on and his eyes bulge out in worry. "Oh. Oh, shit."

"Yeah, 'oh shit'." Bella Donna snorts derisively. "I see you didn't get invited onto the League for your incredible intellect, huh? Well, what'chu waiting for? Get me out of here." she sniffs and blushes a little. "This room smells like fucking, so unless you want to sit around til' somebody comes around and try to explain it..."

Andrew pauses for a long second. "Oh, Thunderbird..." he says quietly under his breath, then sighs and shrugs. "Well, a deal's a deal, and I guess it's the least I can do after, um, letting myself go inside of you like that." he grabs hold of her handcuffs and leads her towards the door. "Straight down to the garage and then I'll pretend like I'm staggering around in a daze. Just... um... Bella? Promise me you won't, like, kill anybody out there, okay...?"

The scantily-clad young villainess giggles, adjusting her thong so as to minimize the amount of leakage. "Yeah, of course, of course. I promise~" she says in a sweet voice again... and then, as he starts leading her out, she lowers her voice to a whisper behind his back: "...just like you 'promised' me."