Sue Waits To Masturbate Until She Gets Home

Sue Storm knew there was something wrong before she left the building. It was Karla's tits. The Invisible Woman couldn't get them out of her mind. With every step, her pussy burned. Every stray thought brought the image of those full, luscious breasts to mind, and Sue felt her face flush, heat building in her body.

It was worse because Sue knew that somehow Karla had done this to her. That she was being manipulated. Yet as her nipples went hard and the impact of her heels against the pavement sent a jolt up her legs and to her sopping cunt, she cursed under her breath. Because Sue couldn't control it. Couldn't fight the desire. Oh, she wouldn't succumb to that desire, not out here. But the need, the pussy-squelching, horny-brain need, that she couldn't fight, couldn't cleanse from her thoughts.

A perfect storm of rage and lust. Sue's hands balled into fists as she strode. Even dull New Yorkers, normally lost in their own lives, looked up and moved out of the way. An invisible envelope surrounded her, easing her path straight home.

Yet by the time she stepped into the Baxter Building, her panties were absolutely soaked. She was panting, shaking uncontrollably. The elevator opened on Ben Grimm arm-wrestling with some kind of mechanical arm that Valeria was piloting, on the kitchen table.

"Hey, Suzie–" he began, but she just held up a hand and marched straight into her bedroom, slamming the door and locking it behind her.

"Is mommy mad?" Valeria asked.

"I think she just needed the toilet," Ben Grimm said. "I remember once, she got this chili dog and–"

The table shattered, ending the anecdote. And Ben Grimm and Valeria Richards had more important things to worry about than what Susan Storm was doing in her private, soundproofed bedroom.