Suck, fondle, and try to think of a plan [MM/F sex]

You start wondering if maybe you should have kept it cleaner than this. The proudest heroines, the ones who middle class families actually wanted their 2.5 kids to look up to, would seldom engage in the inevitably dishonest (or hedonistic) practice of using sex appeal as a weapon directly.

And yet, here you were - your first fight on your first night, and you had only 'won' by going well beyond teasing into crass, outright flirtation. These two punks have every reason to think that you're theirs for the taking. Grabby hands are roaming all over you. But now, an unexpected threat means that you can't just brush them off and go on about your patrol. They think you are just that wet and willing... and, well, it's halfway true.

"It's this damn costume..." you mutter subsonically to yourself as you lean over and unzipp the fly of the skinny young man reclining next to you... then pull down his boxers and unleash his dark, towering pole. It's long, and veiny, and so hard it looks like it's still straining even after being freed from his shorts.

"They make me wear a costume like this, and everyone who sees me thinks I'm just some floozy who gets by through posing and flaunting myself." you continue, silently. "And then, because I know that's how they see me, I start acting like a slut, just because it's expected. And now some evil bitch is going all sociopathic and using it all against me."

Lucas, oblivious to your musings, has taken over the exploration of your panty-line, and takes it a step further than his friend had, roughly shoving his fingers past your thong and running them right along the edges of your cunt.

You need time to think of a plan. And that meant... going a little bit further. You take Kevin's shaft in your hands and give it a few sharp slaps against your cheek before running your lips over the head. "Don't make too much out of this. Just a little favor to ensure, ah, good feelings." you say, your green eyes flashing up at him. You inhale a deep breath of the musky smell of his crotch as you run your tongue up the sensitive shaft.

"Oh. Awwwwwww. Ohh fu- I can't believe this is happening for real," he says with a dizzy chuckle as his eyes rolled back. One of his hands idly grips your hair just a little too tight as you start bobbing your head up and down, feeling the hot, throbbing length of his manhood push past your lips again and again and tickle the back of your throat. A loud sucking and slurping noise fills your ears as you energetically devour his cock.

There's a slight squeak and creak from one of the other couches, and you see a dent develop in it. It looks like the hiding villainess is satisfied to sit and watch, for the moment. Sure enough, you can distantly hear the sounds of the two cautious coppers moving through the room, confiscating weapons and cuffing the less lucky thugs' hands behind their backs. You have to keep this up at least until you knew those two were out of here, or got some backup.

Like many prospective heroes, one of your favorite parts to practice was always the witty repartee, to taunt villains and criminals and throw them off their balance. Well, you are distracting these two plenty, as Lucas smugly chuckles and digs three fingers into your smooth twat, starting to slide them in and out of you with a soft schlicking noise. You want to make some snarky comment about their lack of technique and obliviousness to the danger lurking in the room with them, but seven inches of hard black meat are a hell of a tongue depressor. You can't make any more sound around the shaft filling your mouth than a mumble. Well... actually, if you could really concentrate on your powers, you might be able to, but those busy fingers were making that impossible! The feel and taste are pretty distracting, too... you hate to admit, but it's really making you wet, and since these guys can't keep their hands off you, your arousal is becoming more and more obvious.

Muscle-bound Lucas moves you effortlessly off his lap and stood up, admiring the view of your wild red hair bouncing up and down as you slurped on his friend's cock. Though you can't see him clearly, you hear belt buckles and a zipper being undone. The evidence of Lucas's new intentions are not limited to the audible, either - a split second later, you feel an even thicker throbbing member rubbing along your inner thigh. If you're going to do anything to try and incapacitate the invisible bitch before getting a lot more intimate with these guys than you intended, now is the time, because Lucas has clearly shown what he wants. He's already starting to pull your grey bikini bottom aside....