Domina Susan Storm and her little Fuckslave Dean

Motionless I stood there while I felt my cock grow to full size under her hands. With deft movements Susan made me rock hard and her fingers of the other hand closed my mouth.

"Yes Dean! That's how I like your horny cock!" she said softly in my ear while her husband stood barely 5 meters away from us talking about something. What was I going to do? If I made one wrong sound Mr. Fantastic would surely notice what was going on? Then he would surely put one and one together. He would easily attribute his wife's unnatural behavior to my abilities and then he would put me in a hole! Then he would lock the hole and throw the hole itself into another dimension! Forever!!!

Panic spread through me as I thought of the sheer endless possibilities, he had to punish me. But then why was I so helpless?

"Tell him you will go!" I heard her voice softly and yet there was a power in it that exceeded mine a thousandfold. It was almost a little frightening.

"Mr. Fantastic... I... think I have to go now!" I stammered unsteadily and I felt her tongue on my neck. A cold shiver ran down my spine as Reed Richards, the smartest man in the world, turned and smiled at me.

"Of course, you do! You know how the elevator works, don't you?"

I just nodded and then retreated toward the elevator platform. How could he be so stupid? Hadn't he noticed nothing? He was such a genius, wasn't he? These thoughts flashed through my mind as I felt an enormous pressure on my shoulders. For a split second I was able to resist this **** before I was pushed to my knees. Then I felt a hand on my chin and how this hand raised my head and I could see directly into Susan's face. Not much more than her face was visible either. But this was not the woman who had just smiled so gently with her family.

"And now you are mine!" she said calmly and gently and yet her voice sounded commanding, dominant and above all full of eroticism. Exactly this eroticism, which had never seized me with any other woman but her. I stared helplessly into her face as the pressure eased. The face became invisible again as the elevator stopped in the living area and I felt something wrap around my neck. When I tried to feel what it was, it almost felt like a collar with a leash on it. But there was nothing to, see? Had she created a **** field?

"Arghhh!" I groaned as I felt the pull of the "leash" and stumbled in the direction a door was pulling me.

But to my astonishment it was not a bedroom but.... Something similar to a kitchen. At least that's what I thought, because at least I recognized things like a sink and a shelf. But the rest of the appliances were completely unfamiliar to me.

"Strip!" is what I heard Susan's stern voice say. It was just the one word but there was a dominance in her that made me shudder. Still, I hesitated to comply with her request but looked around uncertainly. What if someone came in? The thing? Or her brother? But before I could really figure out all these horror scenarios, she brutally pulled on the leash that made me stumble to the ground.

"You strip right now or I'll rip your clothes off and throw you out! Let's see how far you get naked! GET THOSE THINGS OFF!" she thundered at me and fearfully I began to undress. I just threw the clothes on the table until I finally stood in the kitchen completely naked and at least held my hands in front of my best piece. But then I felt a hand stroking the back of my hand, gently and tenderly, before the same hand gave me a slap. In shock, I pulled my hand away and then my hair was grabbed. Susan pulled back firmly on my hair and then licked across my neck.

"Good boy!"

Then she slowly became visible in front of me. And what I saw almost made me lose my senses. From the head down she became visible. Her blonde shoulder-length hair was combed back with a lot of lotion, which gave her a stern expression. In addition, she wore a pretty strong makeup. Her eyes were the epitome of tuxedo eyes. Her lips as red as blood. Plus, those crystal blue eyes that could drive a man crazy. When slowly her shoulders became visible, I could see that something blue was visible. Probably her FF4 uniform. But something seemed wrong. It looked shiny like it was made of plastic or something. As more and more of it became visible my jaw dropped and my blood literally rushed to my cock.

Susan Storm's body was encased in a skin-tight, shiny latex bodysuit. Long sleeves that shone in the light of the kitchen. Her tits were immaculately displayed. Actually, she was naked and yet clothed. The latex was so tight, so wrinkle-free on her skin as if it was painted on. Her tits looked indescribably hot, especially because the logo of FF4 was worked directly as a boob-window into the outfit and I thus had a tantalizing view of her large breasts. In direct comparison, they were probably smaller than Emma's, but that didn't make it any less hot. Slowly, more became visible. However, the suit did not end as usual in a long-legged full-suit, but was just a hot swimsuit-like thing. A little lower then started 2 high latex boots that ended in high heels. My cock immediately got hard at the sight and I couldn't help but stare at this hot woman in front of me.

"Do you like what you see, little one! And don't even think about using your mutant powers." She smiled and then placed a foot on one of the stools slightly beside her. With that, her legs were wide open, revealing to me a good view of her pussy hidden behind the shimmering latex. "Now be a good boy and jerk off! If I like what I see I'll let you lick my pussy too! Come on! We both know you want me. YOU always wanted to fuck your heroine mh? Mhmm yeah. My pussy is already wet at the thought of your beautiful, thick, hard cock that obeys his mistress so well! GO! BEGIN!" she hissed, running both hands over her face. "I want to see your fuck juice on my boots!"

I responded as if on autopilot, as if invisible strings were controlling me like a puppet. I almost got down on my knees in front of her and stared at the blue patent boots in front of me. As I had been instructed, I began to jerk my cock with my right hand and felt her stroking through my hair.

"You're doing a very good job of that, Dean! You're a good boy! Keep it up and I'll reward you!" she breathed, pulling hard on my hair. "But if you disappoint me, I will have to punish you! So... will you be my good little fuck ****?"

"Yes!" just moaned I, looking up to her high to look into her face. As I did so, I jerked my cock faster and faster, drowning in the feeling of this erotic situation. But as soon as I looked up, she pushed me back with her boot so that I fell on my back and lay on the kitchen floor.

"Who gave you permission to look at me?" she hissed angrily and dropped down on top of me. Her hot pussy enclosed my cock as she impaled herself with gusto. This came as such a surprise that I cried out in surprise. But that did not bother her in the least. She rode me like a fury and as hard as I tried, I could not move. My arms and legs were pressed to the ground by her **** fields and she reared up wide. I may not have been able to move but the sight of her horny tits in the shimmering blue latex, bobbing with each thrust, made me furious. Apparently, it was the same for her because she completely lost control. The muscles in her pussy began to literally squeeze my cock. The feeling, the heat and the greedy thrusting led to the fact that I came much faster than I wanted. And my horny dominatrix let herself splash with pleasure moaning. While me cum filled her pussy she rolled her eyes in orgasmic pleasure and her hot tongue licked over her fingers. Her expression slowly cleared as she calmed down and with circular motions sucked my cock dry to the last drop.

"That wasn't sooooo bad for a start!" she laughed, amused, and stood up. "Come with me!" she said and with a loud audible click she headed towards the bedroom. "Then you get to really fuck your mistress!"

Of course, I followed her and as soon as we arrived in the bedroom, she flung me into the bed and again her powers tied me to it. Arms and legs were tied wide apart and she knelt beside me and ran her index finger over my boner.

"Now you're mine!"

Hours later I came to and was lying in the basement of the Baxter Building in a corner. Fully clothed and looking at the clock I saw that it had been almost 7 hours since I had entered the building. I still remembered everything. Heavens, Susan Storm was a depraved bitch. She had blown my cock several times just so she could fuck me again. Even before potency **** she had not stopped and while I had recovered from an orgasm, she had been amused giggling while injecting a syringe into my arm. Immediately I got hot and my cock literally exploded. From then on everything was like a rush for me.... How she knelt on all fours on the marriage bed while my cock stretched her anus and she screamed with lust. Completely befuddled by the sex ****, I didn't care about anything. If Reed Richards would surprise us, he should at least be what his wife was for a horny dominatrix and how much fun she had with my cock ...

But even the potency **** was not enough to measure me with her unquenched and completely neglected lust. Mercilessly she rode me again and again until my senses faded and I had woken up here.