Sue Storm Finishes Masturbating

Realization crystallized in the Invisible Woman's mind as her fingers dug into her wet snatch. Her hips heaved as she raised her legs up, to rest her ankles on the edge of the desk, and her body sank low in the chair. The blue eyes never left the screen as her right hand rubbed at her clit. With a flicker of thought, an invisible rod parted her labia.

Dr. Stone was Moonstone. Moonstone was Dr. Stone.

The strange compulsion worked its way through Sue Storm's brain, down her arm to where her fingers were a ragged blur on her clit. Now she had a name to go with the image. A surety that changed the suggestion in her brain to new and stranger channels. Fantasy, perhaps, or obsession.

Why the deception? Sue wasn't sure. Probably it was some scheme. Perhaps she was laying low. If that was the case...

Sue Storm imagined what Dr. Stone would do if confronted with the knowledge. The blonde heroine imagined spreading her legs just like this and rubbing herself as the prim and proper psychiatrist slowly stripped for her. That taut and toned body would gyrate as Sue drank in the sight of those magnificent mammaries on display.

A silly sexual fantasy, but the Invisible Woman's already slightly unhinged mind followed the path as she felt the sexual heat inside her body grow and grow. Dr. Stone was a good psychiatrist, after all. Hadn't she helped Sue deal with her stress. The blue eyes fixed on the image of those exposed tits from Nick Fury's spank bank. She wanted to see them in the flesh. Needed it.

Perhaps they could come to an arrangement—Sue Storm could keep her secret. Continue her treatment. All she needed was to establish the new boundaries of their relationship.

For a moment, Sue imagined the frowning, topless doctor on her knees, that golden head bowed as those soft lips opened to kiss her cunny—

Just a fantasy. Nothing that Sue Storm would ever do in real life.

Yet her back arched and she had to stifle a scream as something hot spurted from her spasming cunt, to splash the screen. Clear rivulets of Sue's squirt dripped down over the digital face of Moonstone.

With nut, came clarity. Sue Storm thought furiously as she cleaned up from her little adventure. Certainty burned inside of her. It was exciting—thrilling—to know Dr. Stone's secret. At the same time, she couldn't ignore the danger that came when dealing with a villain. No, Sue Storm knew she had to handle Moonstone very carefully. It wouldn't do to go into her next appointment half-cocked.

Sue began by downloading Moonstone's file from the S.H.I.E.L.D. database. There would be lists of known associates, links to open case files, warrants. On top of that, Sue had Dr. Stone's name, her professional address. That must mean she had a cover identity, a civilian apartment. The Invisible Woman would do her research before she attempted to...come to an understanding with "Dr. Stone."

**** was an ugly word, and Sue Storm wouldn't admit that was her goal yet. It was just a fantasy. A dark, wonderful fantasy that made her pussy wet as, night after night, she rubbed herself while she stared at Moonstone's photos.