Paste and Honey Issue 8: The Heroine Hole

“Come one, come all, step inside the Heroine Hole. The HOTTEST gentleman's club, this side of Shadow City,” barked a loud short fat , yet oddly muscular in the arms, little man in funny ringmaster tophat. He stood outside, checking Ids and trying to get passersby to come inside. “Whatever heroine who's “hole” you want to see, we got inside,” he added.

Commissioner O'Neil, commisioner of Shadow City's police department, walked up to the man, and nodded, under large glasses and a brimmed hat. The man gave him a knowing wink, and opened the velvet rope for him to enter.

O'Neil, the short pudgy fat elderly cop was sweating, both from fear and **** excitement. He walked past the bartender, whose name he couldn't quite remember, Lawrence or something. He noted the hulking mass of bouncer standing at the bar, with a whiskey in his hand. He didn't like that muscular man, with a clear toupee. That man always glared at O'Neil. He moved right to the main stage, where he found his seat, or more like the “ringmaster” had prepared it. The fat cop looked up to see a topless, gyrating blue-skinned woman, with red hair and yellow eyes. “Mystique”, as she was called was on stage. Not one of O'Neil's favorites, but a nice tight little body on her. He looked over to the smaller stages and saw the short haired sprite of a woman the “Wasp”, who recognized him and gave him a wink and blew him a kiss.

“She's coming on next your honor,” the “ringmaster” set a beer down. “You didn't miss her.”

“Wonderful,” O'Neil smiled, waiting patiently.

The man on the microphone spoke up. “Give it up for Mystique, the mysterious everyone,” there was moderate applause. “She'll be going to the side stage, and as you all know, private dances run from 30 credits to 100 depending on the heroine.”

“And now, for the moment you've all been waiting for,” the MC's voice picked up and slowed down. The song “Kick-Start My Heart”, by some Earth band came on, and the crowd began to cheer loudly. “YOUR FAVORITE AND MINE.....” A silhouette appeared behind the stage of a very busty woman, and then the girl came out fast. “MS. MARVEL! The blonde BOMBSHELL with the BOOBS!”

WHOOOOOOOO....cat calls raised and people stood up, many people went to the stage to get money ready as the blonde bombshell rocked to the stage, her hair flinging, as she twirled one booted leg around the golden pole and flung herself around it. She waved her ass, and dollars flew to the stage.

O'Neil just laughed, as he watched the young men and aliens lose it while Ms. Marvel pranced on stage. He reached in to see he had his money ready. She was the most gorgeous woman in the Shadow City Empire to the commissioner. He was here weekly now, against all better judgment. A married man, with kids, and a politician in the Shadow City Empire to boot, should not be in this illegal establishment. In fact, it was his doing that kept the police far from this block, on this planet.

O'Neil watched as Ms. Marvel twirled her whole fit body around that pole, legs in the air, as she clicked her knee high-black boots to cheers. She landed with a thud, crawled to a young man, and grabbed twenty credits with her mouth. She then turned her ass to the man, and shoved it in his face. She wore the “Warbird” costume tonight, complete with red sash, O'Neil noted, which was sexy as all hell, but he preferred the red and blue bikini costume. With the black mask on her eyes, she looked quite like Carol Danvers, or maybe it was her ample bosom and body.

The dancing continued, but people began to get antsy. At one point, the large breasted girl stopped. She shouted. “WHAT'S WRONG BOYS! YOU WANT TO SEE THE JEWELS OF THE KREE!” The crowd shouted “YEEEEAAAH!” The place shook. “ALRIGHT,” Ms. Marvel, whipped her top down, exposing those amazingly huge, perfect tits. Somehow, they were hard as a rock, but not fake, and O'Neil of all people knew this. Money rained down.

His cock was hard now, harder somehow than it had been on the way here. He watched as she danced, and pushed those tits in guys faces. It made him jealous, but he knew the deal. He waited, and waited. Finally, her set ended. She picked up her money seductively as always, letting men put it in her costume even. She then exited the stage, no side stage for THE Ms. Marvel. Of course, it wasn't really Carol Danvers, but O'Neil didn't care, he thought she was far hotter.

As she left and waved, he got nervous. Had she seen him? He was worried. The young skinny, small titted green skinned “Gamora” was next. She didn't get the same interest as Ms. Marvel. He was sweating now, rubbing his brow. O'Neil, a high profile politician was out in the open far too long.

“BABY!” A accented drawl spoke from his side. He turned and saw Ms. Marvel coming from the left side of the stage, out the “staff” door. His heart beat fast, as she smiled to him and took to a run towards him. He stood up, and the girl closed in and in her heels towered over him, still she jumped up feet from him, and he caught her midair, using his back foot to stop from falling over. Thirty five years on the ****, and for a short portly man, he still had some strength, he thought. The beauties red lips crushed his, and he tasted her candy flavored red lipstick. Their tongues began to dance.

“Luck old fuck,” a young pink skinned alien man stated with his friends, slamming the table.

The girl turned to the table of men. “This is my man, BOYS,” she stressed the word. She got down, and grabbed his hands. “Come on, lets get somewhere private.” She all but led him towards the private areas. She stopped when the MC announced the next heroine.

“NOW AN UP AND COMER HERE!” A raucous similar to the one Ms. Marvel created began to brew. “PRIM AND PROPER WIFE NO MORE....MS. SUSAN STORM-RICHARDS!” Cheers rose, and Ms. Marvel hrrumpfffed as she pulled O'Neil to the back.

“What do they see in that flat chested boney bitch anyways,” the girl muttered.

“She's got nothing on you hon,” O'Neil felt like a million bucks as all the young men saw Ms. Marvel TAKE HIM to the private dance rooms. “Dance” rooms was a loose word, as O'Neil walked past a curtained area to see through the cracks momentarily, as the Wasp, fully nude was fucking a fat pig like man on a couch. She was really giving it to him. Next to them, in another room, “Mystique” was doing her thing, on her knees sucking a blue-skinned Kree man's cock.

“Here we are,” Ms. Marvel opened the most private of rooms, and pulled O'Neil in, closing the door behind them. “OH MY GOD,” she sighed, grabbing a smoke from the table, and snorting a line of shiny purple substance. “I've waited all night for you babe!” She licked her lips. “Did you bring the Tyannan condoms?” She flipped off her mask, and set it down, exposing her gorgeous face. She looked oddly familiar, but not so much like Carol Danvers. He still couldn't put his finger on it.

O'Neil, fumbled in his pants, he pulled money out first and put it on the table. There was over 500 credits. Next, he pulled out the very large packet that contained the condom. “I don't like these things.”

“First of all, we have to be safe,” Ms. Marvel grabbed the money. “Babe, you know your money is no good here.” She sat on the couch and patted the seat next to her. O'Neil sat down, and Ms. Marvel began to unzip his fly, and then unbutton his shirt. “How was your week?” She asked. The commissioner went over boring politician stuff. “We're still good on the planetoid thingy.” She said, “No one will be out there checking that old rock, right,” she reached in and grabbed the erect cock in the cop's pants.

“I took it off the grid hon,” he smiled at his corrupt work. “No one has any idea its even there.” His heart raced as he watched the blonde haired bombshell bent down and came less than an inch from his cock. She licked the tip, as it came out its uncircumcised sheath. “Oh gods,” he moaned, as he felt her warm lips run over his cock tip, engulfing his small pecker. She got down on the furry red rugged ground, on her boot covered knees. She looked up at him and licked his shaft. “And the customs agents in sector 4? They won't be a problem for my friends?”

“No,” the commissioner noted. “I got good men out there. They will let your ship through.” He had asked what her “friends” do, and she said they were “treasure” hunters with a laugh. Her right hand held up his erect cock. She began to suck it intensely, giving him the most stimulating blowjob of his life, as usual.

She stopped after a minute. She looked up with a serious glint in her eyes. “And your wife?” She spoke sternly. “Does she know about me?”

“Welllll,” O'Neil chuffed, sweat rolling down his head, his face red from stimulation and lies. “About that.”

The girl stood up, hands on her hips. She then raised her hands in the air. “REALLY! STILL!” She turned away and shook her head, bending down to snort more substance. “We've been fucking for weeks. You SAID I'm your GIRLFRIEND! YOUR WORDS!” She pointed to her back. “Unzip me babe,” she asked. He did as told, and her costume fell to the floor, he grunted with wonder seeing her bare ass. “You said your were getting a DIVORCE!” She bent down again, and he saw that amazing pussy of hers from behind, glistening in the dim light. It caused him to stroke his cock instinctively. She stood up and handed him the condom, which he began fumbling with as he sat down. “WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ME AWAY FROM THIS SHITHOLE!” She pleaded. She stood right between his legs as he fumbled to get the large green bulbous condom on his cock. It was an odd feeling, these Tyannan condoms, but they gave him girth and size. Despite her insisting he was “fine”, she always asked to have him wear one.

She pointed to the door, and he just stared at her bare tits as they moved, and that shaved cunt, so lovely. “Do you see the way that bouncer Petrov or whatever looks at me.” She put her hand over her chest. “DO YOU?” He nodded, and she straddled him, her knees on the sides of the purple couch outside his legs. One hand went to the side of his head, the other gripped his cock as she lowered herself onto his now bulbous pole. “He looks at your girlfriend like a piece of meat.” She berated him as his tip disappeared into her folds.

Even with the condom, his cock felt every bit of her pussy. She wasn't tight, but what did he care. This was the most ravishing woman in the Zone, and she was his. What did this fat old cop do to deserve such wonders, he thought.

“I think he's going to like, grab me in an alley or something,” she said bouncing down onto his dick. “And who is he fooling with that rug?” She laughed a little hard. “Oooohhh baby, you feel good tonight,” she said, and grabbed her boobs. Her pussy sank down onto his cock, bottoming out, “what did you take.”

“Kestor fly,” he smiled and buried his face in her tits. She thwapped them back and forth as she kissed and licked.

“That stuff's a myth baby,” she began to ride her lover more aggressive now, the sounds of her pussy's wetness as it sopped and sucked his cock echoed in the room. “But you do feel good....mmmmm.....oh baby...OH BABY!” She pulled his face to her chest. “OH BABY! I'M THERE! CUM WITH ME!” She begged.

O'Neil didn't need the invitation, and the weird cock began to shimmer adding to both their sensations. He gripped her tight toned buttocks and pulled her down. The condom shook and vibrated as O'Neil came hard. “NNNGNGGGGGHHH!” He grunted, his heart racing, and sweat pouring. If his heart gave out here, he'd be happy.

“OH BABY,” She held his face to her breasts. “You make me cum so good.” Her movements began to slow, until she was done. She then pulled off his cock and stood up. She crossed her arms. “BUT IT IS TIME TO TELL YOUR FUCKING WIFE YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!” She went back to the table to take more purple spice.

“I will,” he began quickly pulling up his pants. “I have to go. I'm sorry hon.” He had to leave. Had to board a ship home, a hyper ship, so he wouldn't be late tonight once again. His wife would kill him. Shadow City politics would destroy him if they knew he came here and did this.

She slapped her ass. “DO YOU WANT TO FUCK THIS ASS?” O'Neil nodded at her words. He wanted nothing more. “THAN TELL YOUR WIFE!” It was something she promised once the wife was gone.

She waved him off. “Go go leave me on this backwoods fucking planet AGAIN!” She was sighing as he was running out saying he'd take her to the “Falls of Gurad” next week. It was the same as always, and she just sighed and sat down, snorting more spice.

Ms. Marvel, picked up her clothes. It was always the same. She was sure he was lying still. The girl undid her boots, and walked barefoot to the backroom. She got out of her costume, and slipped into short denim shorts, that showed off the bottoms of her ass. She then slipped on a tight white tank top that barely covered her tits. No bra, and if it got cold, well, there would be a FREE show. Wasp and She-Hulk asked if she was “sure” she didn't want a ride. Ms. Marvel waived them off, she'd take a speeder taxi home. She put on cowboy boots and a large cowboy hat, just like Carol would, she told herself.

Luckily, tonight, she slipped out the back. If she went out front, the men would lose it. Her shift was done, and she wanted a relaxing night. She checked her smart-com, to see what Taxi could get her. “Thirty minutes,” she muttered. “I might as well fucking walk.” It wasn't the best neighborhood but she'd manage.

She felt odd, as if someone was following her. She picked up her pace, moving through a few people and trying to get to more lit areas. She now felt a large hulking mass, in the dark was behind her. She knew it, so she began almost running. She took a turn, to try and shake him, but to her horror, it was an alley. “FUCK!”

“Hello, Ms. Marvel.” The large bouncer from “Heroine Hole” appeared blocking her exit as she turned.

“YOU!” She stared stone faced at him. Showing little fear. “You're following me now?” She covered her chest, feeling his eyes on her breasts. “My boyfriend is a cop you know!”

The large muscular man, in a white top and jeans, with his own cowboy boots moved towards her. “That guy is a punk. He doesn't have what it takes to satisfy a little tramp like you!” He grabbed his massive bulge, which made Ms. Marvel's eyes go wide. She tried to push past, but he forcibly shoved her against the wall. She shouted for help, or tried, but he put his hand on her mouth. He was strong. She looked to see no one came down the alley, but people did walk right by. Fuckers, she thought.

With his other hand he reached down, and unzipped his pants. A huge veiny cock came out. “GET ON YOUR KNEES BITCH!” He pushed down on her head and she began to sink to her knees, but just then, her hair moved to the side, over her face.

“Shit,” she muttered.

The bouncer ripped the wig off her head exposing her real hair, pink in color, and shaved on the left side. It was up in a bun. “That make you look dumb dollface!”

The girl rolled her eyes, and moved her head to the large cock. “Look whose talking Petrusky,” she huffed. “That looks like a dead rat.” She pointed to his head, and then took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

“Oh come on Susie-Q!” He laughed, adjusting his rug. “I kind of like it.” He grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock into her throat, causing her to gag and beat his legs lightly. “Now suck it RICHARDS!”

Load slurping and sucking filled the alley as Susan was literally face fucked. “RICHARDS” was Trapster's new way of taunting Susan, by stressing her last name. Her married name.

“If ol' Reed could see you know, fucking low-life villains, and corrupt cops for information.” He slowed his pace, enjoying her mouth over his cock. She was taking it like a champ, as always. “Does your boyfriend pack a hog like me?” He laughed.

Sue's mouth came free of Trapster's cock with a “pop”. She stood up and leered at him, arms crossed over her chest. “At LEAST he calls me his GIRLFRIEND!” She searched his eyes, and he just smiled. Was she really mad about that? It was almost how she used to chide Reed when he didn't pay her attention. What would Reed think, a prostitute for a wife, stripping, and running scams. A villain in all senses. Heroine Hole was a front. An easier way for the Gideon Trust to run their mining operation and fund guerrilla forces to seed tension in the Shadow City Empire. The commissioner falling for Sue was icing on the cake. They ran gun running ops, a permanent mining colony on an outer world, **** peddling, you name it. As well as being a real strip joint, with less than reputable clientele, and less then reputable girls dancing. The Nega-bolts had been here months. She-Hullk was Volcana. Carolyn Trainer was the Wasp. What's funny, is that Sue wasn't allowed to be the Invisible Woman, the manager thought she was too busty, and curvy, not boney and skinny enough. Sue took on Ms. Marvel, as well as a few others. It made her laugh, but when Yelena Belova joined the Heroine Hole and became the Invisible Woman it made her a little mad.

Trapster was the bouncer, while Leapfrog was the door man, and Zeitgeist ran the bar. Even Vazquez, now known as “Firearms” took up the mantle of some heroines. She often was Rogue, as X-Men and Avengers were the most requested.

“Did that fat worm fuck you?” Trapster asked.

Sue laughed. “What does it matter to you?” She turned from him

Trapster got behind her in the alley, several inches taller still. Sue was still small in stature without heels, and fit, but small framed. Though she had bombs. One of his hands cupped a breast, while the other snaked down her navel and dipped down into her jean shorts. “Uhhhh,” It happened so fast, Sue felt his fingers enter her still wet pussy. Her eyes closed, and her hands went up to his head, she threw off his rug and rubbed his bald head. Petrusky was using two fingers to manipulate her G-spot, which he had long ago found and claimed.

“This pussy is mine. That's why!” He used his body to push her to a brick-like wall, then he ripped at her jeans, exposing her bare ass-cheeks. She squirmed back and forth to allow him to pull them down. Trapster used a finger to push into her sopping pussy from behind. “Doesn't seem like he satisfied you much!”

His cock already out, he pulled it up, and slid it easily into her wet cunt. “Unnnnnnhhhh,” she moaned loudly, feeling several inches enter with ease, her pussy gripping his meat. One thrust and he was past where the cop had gone. Trapster wasn't done, and he surprised Susan when he pulled out, making her whimper softly. He bent down and scooped her at her knees. “What the fuck,” Sue shouted feeling the air rush past her as she was literally lifted in the air, his strong arms making her feel so small in that instant. He still wasn't finished and managed to pull her knees to his broad chest, her legs flailing in the air, boots and all. She put up a small fight, unsure of what was happening, as his hands hooked her arms with her legs. He clasped his fingers around the back of her head. She was literally bent in two in mid air, it was rather painful. “What the fuck Peter?” She struggled, but couldn't move, he had her secure. Her eyes looked down at his massive pole, which he was moving up and down her glistening slit.

“MY PUSSY!” He whispered loudly, and his cock entered her in this odd manner. “DON'T EVER FORGET THAT!” He began slamming his hips up, pushing half his cock into her, unable to get it all the way in this manner.

Even if he couldn't get the full ten inches in, his thick cock, in this manner, her body literally bent up at his mercy drove her wild. “WHAT THE FUCK!” She squealed into the night, not caring who heard. “OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD!” She kept saying with each thrust up into her. She began cumming violently on his dick, spasming in his intense hold, but unable to move much, as more hammering drove her to the height of passion. “Alllalllallaaaaalll,” her words made no sense and her eyes rolled and her tongue came out as she came again and again, literally drenching his cock, until her juices splattered on the ground. She had never been fucked like this. Had anyone?

She was literally being used like a fucktoy, as if some living masturbation tool. But his thickness, his pace, and the strange pain mixed to make it unbearably enjoyable. On more slam up, and she felt his cum flood her cunt as his cock pulsed. He pulled out of her. She was breathing heavy, still stuck in the pretzel hold. She watched as his cum dribbled out and onto the hard ground.

He finally set her down. And she was weak in the knees. Her head spun with dizziness. She shook it. “What the fuck was that?”

Peter Petrusky laughed. “Full Nelson Fuck baby!”

She needed his support as she was still dizzy. She leaned on him, as he helped her pull up her shorts, cum still bubbling from her womanhood. She held his arm and followed him ready to do whatever this villain wanted.

“Does that loser fuck you like that?” He chortled, pulling out a cigar which Sue lit.

Sue shook her head. “No baby, no way....no one can.”

The pair got some drinks in the seedy bar across the casino where they lived. Sue got pretty drunk, and high, as usual. The two lovers made it up to there penthouse suite. The girls wanted to party, but Sue was tired, from a day of work, and from just getting the life literally fucked out of her. It was going to be a quite night. She got into some sexy little white panties, keeping her top on, and pulled on long white socks, with green stripes at the top where they came over her knees.

Trapster was drinking a beer, sitting on the couch, watching the news of the rebels on Klendathu. Rebels they supported with non-lethal weapons (at Sue's insistence). Sue wanted an easy night, and she planned on spending it sucking Trapster off on the couch.

He just smoked his cigar, and drank Bourbon, as Sue sucked his cock playfully for an hour. Occasionally, he'd rub her ass, and dip a finger into her cunt to make her cum. A quite night.

It was odd to Sue, to have such quite nights. It made her think again about the word “Boyfriend”. Sure, she was married, but it was clear she was dating the Trapster. Well, maybe not dating. They rarely dated. She then thought about how they owned two homes together. The villa near the distortion area to “detox” before returning to Earth, and now this loft. They even owned two speeder cars and ship. Sue had meant for this to be quick fun, but that was the thing, it had become so much fun. She never realized how much fun a satisfying sex life could be, or how much fun being a well...villain could be. How long could this last. It had already been over a year and a half. At least for Sue and Peter. On Earth, less than six months had past.

After Reed had sent her to “handle” the Trapster on Earth, she naturally ended up fucking him. Why wouldn't she. At that point he was her “ex”. It's kind of what you do when the “ex” is in town. That's how she saw it. But when Reed, Johnny, and Ben had gone off to explore a new galaxy, Reed had told her to take a few weeks off. She “needed” it he said. Johnny is dating Crystal again, so she took Sue's place. It allowed her to return to the Nega-bolts, to the Zone, to Petrusky. For all intents and purposes, the current incarnation of the Fantastic Four would be gone for a month. If Sue wanted, she could spend a LIFETIME in the Zone. Did she want that? Aging was clearly different here. In fact, Sue felt younger, and the Gideon Trust doctors said she seemed five years younger. She looked five years younger.

She always said she'd “leave in a few days”, but then days like today happen, and that fuck Trapster gave her. A fuck for the ages. She thought about how savage, brutal and unforgiving it was. How she couldn't do much but GET FUCKED, and as she did she found herself fingering her pussy on the couch as she moaned on Peter's cock. She began to suck it down, truly deepthroating him. Playful went to a full on sucking blowjob.

“Now we're talking,” Pete groaned, putting his hand on her head, but allowing her to bob up and down. He loved her Bjs, and tried to concentrate on baseball to last. They got Earth channels with a special device from the Gideon Trust. She was sucking him harder now, a “slapping” noise reverberated in the large room.

He began to grunt, and Sue felt hot thick semen hit her throat and she sucked it down, every drop. “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned slurping his cum down into her stomach, “mmmmmmm,” it was all should could say, or wanted to...”mmmmmmmmmmm”.

She then picked her head up and grabbed his beer to wash her mouth out. She got under her arm, which he wrapped around her. Sue picked up the remote, her head on his shoulder. She flipped through Earth channels. A reported spoke of another robbery by some woman who could “shatter the earth”.

Sue turned down the volume. Her head came up. “Get your coat, and some clothes. We're going back to Earth for a night.”

One night later....

Sue took a deep breath as she approached the high-priced restaurant with her “date”. This would technically be their “first” date. Sue had kind of tricked Peter into doing this. She practically insisted, and promised something later.

Sue dressed in a tight black dress, which cut a deep “V” down her front, exposing her wonderful cleavage, and stopped just above the lines of her black thong. The slits on the sides of her leg, went up to expose her long legs clad in black stockings. You could almost see the top of the hose if she moved right. She had on three inch black heels open in the back with one strap around her heel.

They had returned to Earth on an “official mission”, but Sue wanted to slip in a “date”, saying Trapster owed her a real, live, Earth date. So they took the fantasticar to Minneapolis Minnesota. She had to adjust settings so alarms wouldn't go off. Peter Petrusky, the Trapster was not considered an “enemy” by Reed's AI now, rather “Sue Richards boyfriend and lover” a joke Sue would erase in time. It made him shake his head, and Sue laughed.

He had on a nice button up purple shirt, a yellow tie, and black slacks. Sue was shocked at how handsome she found him when she first saw him. Her pussy slightly quivered in the way it did when she was young and on a date with Reed anticipating getting laid. She even noticed his erection and commented about how sometimes its the “anticipation” that makes dating fun.

She still was adamant about a date. So she brought him far from the watchful eyes of celebrity seekers in New York. If she took him out in Manhattan the paparazzi would expose it all, or some fan of Sue's with a phone. It was tough being the most famous and exposed team on the planet. It was part of the problem of not having secret identities, of which Sue now had at least one. But, she didn't want to go out as Honeypot. She wanted to go out as Susan Storm. She covered her tattoos, and colored her hair blonde. She even took out all the piercings. Well, except one “down there”. No one would recognize her in Minnesota. Hopefully.

When they arrived, the hostess gave Sue a glance, but still seated them at the nicest steakhouse in Minneapolis. Trapster ordered whiskey, and Sue ordered wine. They dined as a real normal couple. Even if a few people came up and stated how much she looked like the Invisible Woman. One woman wanted and autograph. When Sue insisted it wasn't “her”, she showed the woman her the shaved side of her head. A quick glance of her clothes and the hair,, and the woman commented “Sue is classier than you, ya know.” This made Sue laugh, and she just said “ok” sarcastically. The elderly fat woman truly believed it wasn't her. It couldn't be, dressed like that. Not one person took a picture.

Sue insisted Trapster act proper, and she stopped him from lighting a cigar. She made him use proper utensils for soup, salad and entree. No 'chuggin' his drink. He listened, and they drank and dined. It was truly relaxing and quite nice. In fact, Sue found herself immensely attracted to Peter Petrusky as they discussed “old” work, how they were “sworn enemies” and how they “hated” each other. They whispered so no one could hear. They made it seem more like “business” rivals. It made her laugh.

The two were actually conversing, and Sue listened intently, as Petey talked about chemistry and chemicals. She had no idea how brilliant he actually was. It only made her more attracted to this man, and she crossed her legs as her pussy was now dripping in her seat.

She softly said to him eventually, that she had never known, but thinking back, she probably would have blew him the first time they fought. It made the fat old lady look over and wince. Sue waved her away. She was getting tipsy off of the wine. It was Earth wine, and she hadn't had it in months.

Sue was so happy with the relaxing night, and Trapster actually dressing up and treating her with some respect. “I'll make a “man” of you yet”, she joked. She cut her chicken, and watched him fork his steak instead of knifing it. “See how being glamorous and classy can be nice sometimes.” She patted her lips with her napkin and told him she needed to go to the “little ladies room”.

Sue walked though the patrons eating, taking in the eyes of the men on her body. She turned back to see Trapster getting high-fives from some guy who flung his thumb in Sue's direction. She did look rather ravishing she thought, entering the bathroom.

After using the bathroom, she went to the mirror to adjust her make-up. The door to the bathroom swung open. Peter entered with a smile, looking over her body. “What are you doing get out of here!” She shooed him away. “You'll get us kicked out.”

“So what,” Trapster said, undoing his tie, and the top button of his shirt. “I don't buy this high society bullshit one bit RICHARDS!” He taunted her, and came up behind her, he grabbed her boobs provacatively. She elbowed him.

“Cut it out!” She insisted he leave.

Peter Petrusky again took control and bent her over the side of the sink, “This ain't you Susie-Q”, he said lifting up the side of her dress, exposing the stocking tops. “All this uppity shit, and nice clothes and fine dining.”

“It can be sometimes, I like nice,” Sue tried to fight back with her words, but she felt his strong fingers slip up her thigh and into her engorged and slick folds, pushing on the bud inside her pussy.

“Yeah, why no panties?” He whispered in her ear, “And why so wet?”

“I'm excited,” she stammered. “We ARE on a date? I'm PROBABLY getting laid,” she chuckled.

“No,” Trapster moved her against the corner, and she had to brace one heel on the small trash bin. “That's not what I mean,” He moved her dress to the side, her ass exposed to the cool bathroom air. “You don't like this high-life,” he spanked her ass.

“I do....” she said her face going red from the spank, which sent sparks to her pussy.

“Nope,” Petrusky taunted her moving closed behind her, and began unzipping his pants. “We're not like those people out there, like that lady.” He pulled his cock out. “We're low-life scum, the dregs, we love fucking, fighting, stealing and fucking some more.”

“Well,” she blushed. “Those things are fun but......uhhhh,” she looked back to see Trapster was pushing his tip into her exposed pussy, again entering with such ease do to her moist snatch. She should stop him, push him back, maybe wallop him with her powers. But she didn't. She just gripped the sink.

“Tell me RICHARDS!” He taunted, grabbing her hips with one hand, and using the other to guide his cock past her warm walls. “You ever fuck the Namor fish guy!”

Sue shot up, so his tip was only thing left inside her. “NO I NEVER.....Uhhhhnnnnn!” Her words were cut short as was her breath when he pushed forward with his fuckstick.

“That's because you aren't into that kind of guy. You aren't into Kings, Emperors, Dooms, Black Panthers, or the like are you!”

“Nooooohhhhhhh,” Sue moaned out loud the **** of his last thrust causing her to move and the trash bin her left foot was resting on scraped the floor.

Trapster slammed his cock hard up into Sue's pussy filling her completely her ass rippled as he pushed with such ****. The thrust caused her right hand to go up to the mirror and the other to the wall her nails racking both surfaces. “Because you're into low-life fucking loser thugs like me,” he clenched his teeth and slid his cock out, and slammed forward into her engorged pussy walls once again. Her pussy began to pulse on his cock, and her eyes rolled. It was a slow powerful fuck, unlike the multitude of times they fucked. “Isn't that right RICHARS!” He asked again.

“No....no....” she pleaded in response.

“I SAID....” the villain began hard pumps of his cock into her cunt, faster and faster now, “ISN'T THAT.....” her ass was rippling towards her body and then back towards her legs with each hard jackhammer.....”RIGHT RICHARDS!” He pi stoned her now with his pole.

“OH GOD YESSSSSS!” Sue shouted at the top of her lungs as an orgasm exploded rippling through her body just as her ass was moving. Her pussy quivered and pulsed on his pistoning cock.

He gripped her blonde hair in his hand pulling her head back. “You just LOVE my low-life cock fucking you don't you RICHARDS!” The thwapping of their genitals was loud now and echoed in the large bathroom.

Sue began to hump her ass back into him, trying to take all his cock, forgetting where they were and any semblance of decency. “YESS! YESS I LOVE YOUR LOW-LIFE COCK!” Her ass giggled and moved like waves in the ocean. “FUCK MEEEEEE!” She was whimpering her shouts now like a pornstar as she continued to cum all over his cock, coating his shaft.

“You love to get THUG FUCKED don't you RICHARDS!” He teased not stopping his ****, her boobs were whacking back and forth now under her dress with each thrust.

Every time she thought he couldn't surprise her, this man did. She was non-stop cumming now, and couldn't stop if she wanted to. “OH GOD YES! THUG FUCK ME!” She didn't even know what that meant. “THUG FUCK YOUR SLUT! I LOVE IT!” The sound of her ass hitting his groin coupled with their sloshing genitals was overpowering any other noise.

Trapster then said something even more unexpected. “What if I cum inside you RICHARDS!” He slowed his pace. “Cum real deep in that womb.” Her own matching thrust slowed, confused by his words. “Send you home all knocked up.”

Sue's eyes shot open and her head went up at his last statement, she was still cumming hard all over his cock as it sawed in and out. Her mouth hung open in an orgasmic and shocked “O”

He began pounding harder once again. Not stopping his train of thought. “What would ol' egghead Reed think then.” The ass to groin sounds picked up once more. “Stomach filled with a bastard Petrusky!” He pulled her hair, and her neck went back with her head. His free hands went to her neck, and he slightly choked her. He was close to her ear now. “I'm gonna do it RICHARDS! I'm GONNA KNOCK YOU UP WITH A THUG'S BASTARD KID!”

The ****, the cock in her were too much. The words were so strange so dangerous, and she dared not think if her meant it. Her mind was warped in sexual bliss, forgetting she was on the pill. It couldn’t even happen, but he was pushing it into her mind not.

“ARE YOU READY RICHARDS!” He continued his taunts hammering her pussy once again, now in this position, deep inside her.

It was so naughty, so wrong. But Sue couldn't stop a another powerful orgasm. “OH GOD YESSSS!” She shouted out even somehow louder now. Somewhere inside her, she let her powers turn on. Her skin disappeared, and they both looked down to see his cock buried in her, pressing on her womb. She felt him tense, the cock pulse deep inside her, they watched as his semen flooded her womb, filled her love tunnel, and began to trickle out her pussy and down his cock. On instinct she reached down to grab his hops and pull him in to empty his seed up inside her.

She sat there, filled with his cock, looking at it swim in her womb. Never had she done this, and it looked so amazing. Fear took over, and her powers turned off. She pulled off his cock, literally pushed up against the wall.

“Hey,” he shouted with anger. “I ain't done yet.” Still hard, impossibly hard and erect, he shoved his dripping cock up her ass with as thrust.

“FUUUUCK!” Sue felt the intrusion immediately. His big dick far up her shithole. He began pumping hard again. Sue's face winced in pain, though she'd taken his cock up there before. This was so quick, so unexpected. Her body just went limp allowing him to fuck her ass.

“Would a good high-society girl allow this?” He teased pushing his cock in and out at the same speed, her ass again waving in a rippling manner. “A beloved heroine!”

Sue was still coming down from her orgasms, still in coital bliss. “Noooo....” she breathlessly stated.

“Then what are you?” He asked.

Sue began to push her ass onto his cock, allowing it to intrude all the way up. She began slow thrusts back. “Just your thug whore.” She bit her lip, and shame filled her as she came again, as if her words sent her there. “Do you want to see?” She asked then, softly. She didn't even wait for the answer and her skin fell away, allowing them to see his cock deep in her ass.

“FANTASTIC!” He chortled at his pun. He pulled her ass to him, and they watched as he filled her ass with cum. They could still see the cum in her womb swimming around. Now both orifices were truly filled. Trapster pulled out with a loud “pop” and cum began to pour out all holes.

Sue was still bracing the wall. Trapster pulled back and spanked her ass. “We should come to Earth and use those powers more often. Sue finally caught herself, and with a red face, silently adjusted her dress. How had he said those things? Did he mean it? How had she said those things? Did she mean any of it?

Pulling her out of her daze, Trapster stood, dripping cock, with all kinds of different things bubbling all over it. ”Now clean me!” He waited, and she just looked with shock to his cock, to his eyes, back to his cock. He clicked his fingers. “Lets go you THUG WHORE!”

It was as if those words were triggers. Without protest, Sue did something she never thought she would. She sank to her knees and put his cock in her mouth. After being in her pussy, and then her ass. She dared not think of what was on it, and tasted a metallic, almost spicy, but not unpleasant taste. She licked and lapped, and even took his balls into her mouth, sucking in cum, shit, and whatever else was on his dick. She didn't even hesitate when his cock began to twitch and get harder. A cleaning turned into a full on blowjob, and she began sucking his cock aggressively, until she felt the first spurt in her throat. She used her powers again, and he watched this time, as she couldn't see, while his cum traveled down her throat and into her stomach. He filled it, and then her throat, and then she choked and he came in her face, and on her hair, and then her tits.

As if one last surprise, this time to Trapster, she went invisible, except for his cum, sowing that her lower half, stomach, ass and womb, were filled.

“FANTASTIC!” She said finally coming into view. She made sure he was clean and wouldn't get hard.

Just then the elderly woman walked into the bathroom, Sue on her knees the deflating cock in her mouth.

“Well I NEVER!” The women said, “SUCH LOW CLASS!” She picked up her nose.

Sue gave her the finger covered in cum. “Thug bitches represent!” Sue smiled licking the cum from her lips and cheek. The woman ran out.

Trapster laughed, and adjusted his pants. He winked at Sue and left her on the floor. Sue stood up and looked in the mirror. She was covered in cum, but didn't care, she scooped it up, and ate it, apparently she'd digested enough to make room. It made her laugh.

Peter Petrusky walked to the bar and ordered a whiskey. He lit a cigar. The manager came out and told him to put it out. Peter just laughed and watched baseball, giving the bartender a wink.

From behind the manager, the blonde in the black dress came up, smoking a cigarette, which she blew in his face. “Beat it loser!” The guy stormed off threatening to call the cops. Sue reached over the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey. She chugged it in front of a stunned bartender. “What? I'm a THUG!” She winked to Trapster.

Sirens wailed.

“This place is lame.” Sue rolled her eyes. “Let's go to a bar where they don't judge you for fucking in the bathroom and smoking.” She grabbed Trapster and arm and arm they walked towards the door. Sue stopped at the woman's table. She reached down, ripped her dress so it showed off her stockings, then grabbed the woman's wine and drank it. “THUG BITCH FOR LIFE!” She flipped the flabbergasted woman the bird and walked out with her thug lover.