What's next?

Sue couldn’t stop thinking about that forbidden night in the sex club with Macon and Malachi. In one fell swoop, she had ticked off several items on her sinful bucket list of perversion – she had worn her favorite latex catsuit, been manacled to a bed, been fucked up the ass for the first time by a man she’d just met, and had her first experience of ****. All of this had happened in front of a howling audience of like-minded perverts, and recorded for posterity.

Some small part of her hoped this would be enough to satisfy her dark, carnal cravings, but after a few days of replaying the memories of that night, the gnawing hunger within her grew again, and she knew she needed more. She needed to take more steps on the glorious road of perversion and depravity, but what should she indulge in next?

All the dark desires and fantasies she'd been barely conscious of were now amplified and boiling to the surface of her mind, thanks to the unknown effects of the Wizard's experimental beam. The inhibitions that had held her back before now crumbled, falling away like poisoned leaves. There were so many other experiences waiting for her to explore - and so many willing partners. She knew she needed to find them, and after a few nights, she knew the time had come.

Sue dressed in her favorite skintight latex catsuit and matching corset, pulled on her thigh-high latex boots and opera gloves, then walked sensually towards the floor length mirror which formed one wall of the marital bedroom. She admired her reflection for several moments, loving how the latex stretched over her curves and clung to her magnificent body in all the right places.

The image of the Invisible Woman, the proud, noble heroine, the loving wife of Reed Richards, was gone forever. Replacing it was the image of a sexually-awakened, insatiable woman. She traced the outline of her nipples through the material of the catsuit, already hard and straining against the latex. She knew that as soon as she touched herself, she would be wet, dripping with anticipation for what she was about to do.

Sue pulled back her hair, then slid on a black latex cowl which clung to her head but had holes for her eyes and lower face. Now her look was complete. She was a walking fetish wet-dream, a goddess of vice.

Sue sashayed out of the suite, down the hallway and out of the Baxter Building, into the deliciously dark night. She yearned to feel the filthy, grimy streets beneath her boots. She wanted to feel alive, to indulge in every dark, sinful craving that she had so long restrained.

She had had her first taste of bondage, adultery, anal sex, exhibitionism and **** use. How to follow that?

One thought struck her - so far, she had only had one cock that didn't belong to her loving husband. That would have to change! And although Malachi's had been a pretty big cock, and felt amazing shoved up her ass, she wanted bigger.

In fact, she wanted to test her limits to the full. She wanted to know if her untrained throat, pussy and asshole could cope with the biggest cocks she could find.

She wanted to be fucked by several men, all at once. She wanted her tight holes filled with black meat and feel multiple dicks explode inside her.

She wanted to show the world how debauched she had become, to be a beacon for sexual exploration.

Sue took a deep breath, steadied her heartbeat, then strode purposefully toward midtown Manhattan. She was on a mission. She could feel the eyes of men undressing her with every step she took. She could see their dirty minds imagining her as a fuck toy, a vehicle for their pleasure.

Several blocks away from Times Square, she saw them. A group of seven black men, laughing and joking, leering at her.

Each one was over six feet tall, and packed solid with muscle. Sue licked her lips and looked at each one, her lustful gaze making them pause in their conversation.

"What's up, sweet thing?" one of them asked. Sue walked over, stood before them, a small, private smile on her lips.

"I’m not sweet, I’m nasty," she purred. The smile died on his face, replaced by a look of shock, and desire. "You wanna play?"

"Shit, baby," he gasped. He looked back at his friends, who were already starting to crowd closer around her, gawking at her in her tight latex catsuit. "You want to play with all of us, baby?"

Sue nodded, feeling the thrill rising inside her as the group of men cheered. She could feel their desire and lust growing, filling the air with a raw, powerful energy.

She reached for the first man, and unbuckled his belt. "I want this," she growled. "I want your fucking cock in my mouth. I want you to make me **** on it. I want to feel the weight of it on my tongue, and the taste of sticky pre-cum on my lips."

Sue's voice was low, almost a whisper. The group of seven men had never met a woman like this before - confidence, experience, and an insatiable hunger for sexual pleasure.

The man before her growled in response, his cock springing free, long, thick, and already pulsing with a need to be touched. Sue appraised it with a smile. It was already about 10 inches long, and not even fully erect yet.

Sue wrapped her fingers around the shaft, feeling the heat of his arousal, drawing a bead of pre-cum to the tip. She slowly dropped to her knees in front of him, and looked up at him. "This will be my first black cock ," she purred. "Please, daddy, make it a good one."

The man groaned as she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. Sue closed her eyes, savoring the taste of his dark flesh, feeling the heat of it on her tongue, the weight of the shaft against her lips. She slowly began to slide her mouth down his shaft, massaging the underside with her tongue, feeling him swell and twitch in her mouth, filling her with a sense of dark satisfaction.

She heard one of the other men gasp, and opened her eyes to see that he had already exposed himself, his own length already fully erect and throbbing with hunger. Sue winked at him, and then closed her eyes again, focusing her attention back on the first man invading her mouth.

Her lips stretched wide to accommodate him, and as she continued to slide down on his length, she felt her throat tighten, her breath hitch in her chest.

Sue slid her mouth further down, gagging slightly from the size of his cock, her eyes tearing, but she refused to stop, spurred on by the encouraging noises from the men behind her. She was determined to blow this cock like a porn-star, and show these men that she could handle whatever they had to offer.

She felt her mouth fill with his pre-cum, the taste salty and intoxicating on her tongue, and she swallowed, feeling his cock jerk in her mouth. Sue started to slide her mouth back up, twirling her tongue around the head of his cock, making him groan. She looked up at him and saw a look of pure lust in his eyes, his hips thrusting forward gently as if he wanted to fuck her face harder.

"Take it all, baby," he groaned, placing his palm on top of her latex-clad head, thrusting forward to bury his cock deeper in her mouth. She could feel several more thick inches slide down her throat, struggling to breathe, her eyes watering and her nose stinging as she fought the urge to gag.

The man's cock was huge and she was inexperienced with such size, but that only fueled her desire for debauchery. She wanted to push herself to the limit, to be used as a sexual object.

She slid her mouth back up and then plunged it back down, her lips and throat trying to adjust to the thickness of his shaft, and was pleased to feel yet more inches cramming down her throat.

She lifted her latex-clad hands and beckoned to the rest of the men.