Suitor For Sue Part 4

Part 4: A better date on her anniversary...

That night Susan Storm-Richards hummed as she put on make-up in the large mirror of the suite bathroom. She was getting ready for the date. Her lips puckered as she finished the dark red lipstick. It WA time to put on the deep dark eye-liner. She wanted to look good. Her hair was straightened and down to just above her shoulders. The look of glamor and sexiness all at once.

Reed Richards dipped his head in, looking at his computer. “I'm sorry again Susan, but it looks like Hank needs....”

Susan waved him off. “It's fine Reed. I'll keep myself busy.”

The leader of the Fantastic Four walked back in the living room. There were roses on the table. He wondered who they were from.

“Those are from your newest bestie the Stark male Reed.” Sue walked out adjusting her hoop earrings.

He nodded. “Lovely,” he looked at his computer. “You have no idea how advanced his technology is Susan!” He was looking over the potential reverse engineering applications of the tech. “I'm happy he decided to share everything.” He picked up the card, and then put it down. Not reading the note.

The comment made Sue giggle. “Trust me,” She laughed. “He's very happy to share with you, Reed Richards.”

Reed left her alone in the suite hotel room, not even looking at her. Sue walked over and grabbed the card. It read “I'm taking you to the local chapter of the Bar With No Name, wear something appropriate.” It was signed Overkill, which was Taserface's chosen name.

By “appropriate” the malicious older alien villain had sent her boxes with the roses. Clothes he picked out. Sue sighed walking into the bedroom. Could she do this? Was it still her duty? Or was it her own desire that moved her to the large bed. She opened the first box on the bed. It was a pair of red see-through panties and a bra.

The Invisible Woman dropped her towel, letting her ample breasts come free in the cold hotel air. She went to the mirror and pulled the red lace bra over her boobs. The wire bra made her boobs appear even larger and heavier, and they were already quite large. Her nipples, hard and erect, and perfectly shaped were clear as day in the sheer material. It gave her a jolt of sexual energy.

Next it was the red panties, and she pulled them up her legs, until she had them around her waist. Her shaven pussy, at least the top half of her blonde 'landing strip' leading to her womanly slit was visible. “This is insane,” thought the normally reserved Susan Storm. She kept looking at the bra and panties in the mirror. Taking a deep breath, she kept getting ready.

The next box on the bed was her top. It was really just a bag. The only thing inside was a tank top, a yellow tank top. Sue pulled it over her head, and while it covered her nipples, it left little to the imagination. The red straps of her bra were clear as day, as well as the top of the bra. Her dark nipples could be seen if you looked REAL hard, and she was sure men would. Her pussy tingled as she looked at the top in the mirror. Almost like a teenager, Sue thought laughing.

There was a bag with sheer yellow pantyhose, that came up to her thighs. She rolled them on, and wiggled her toes. Odd color, but sexy.

The final box, which was really another bag, held the most revealing piece. It was a leather skirt. It made Susan nervous to even look at, the thing looked so small. She picked it up, and then stepped her way into it. There was no zipper, and it was hard to get around her muscular ass. But she managed to jump up and down, and use her powers to flatten her ass, until the waistband was around her waist. Then she let her ass go, and it almost formed to the leather. It was tight and just below her ass cheeks.

Two more gifts (or boxes so to speak) would end this interesting outfit. They were in the living room under the table. She walked out the bedroom and into the living space. It was hard to move in the skirt, but she figured it out. Sue made her way to the fridge and poured a full glass of Arthrosian Vodka. She sipped it as she walked over and sat on the couch. She pulled her new shoes out of the box under the coffee table. They as well came with the roses.

Looking at the shoes, she again questioned herself. Was it the “duty” that she was bound to, or herself now that eagerly waited to see what they'd look like. She'd never worn anything quite like them.

The giddy girl slipped on the red six inch platform high heels. They had red leather straps that ran along the top of her foot and the heels zipped up to her ankles in the back. The bottom had about an inch of platform. All together it made Susan about half a foot taller.

She reached for the final box, and opened it. Inside was a red spiked red colored choker, and two red arm bands with red spikes. She attached the choker to her neck and pulled on the arm bands around her wrist.

As she stood up and walked over to the mirror she couldn't believe how she looked. The tight skirt, tight tank top, the platform heels, and the dark eye-liner all made her look like...a...seductress of some sort. Not a whore per se. But maybe she was telling herself that. She didn't look like herself. The word MOLL came to mind. Not a villainess, but one's beau.

“I look like a villain's main squeeze,” she laughed. And she realized she kind of was now.

She walked back and forth, trying to get used to the heels. There was an excitement that filled her form. The garb she wore, and where she was going, the No Name Bar, a den of scum, scoundrels and villainy, with locations throughout the galaxy, on Earth, and in the Zone. She had been there as a heroine, as a SHIELD operative looking for Intel. Never as a patron.

“I'll fit right in,” she laughed, sipping her drink. She knew she looked like a sex-pot, and that males of any species were going to want to fuck her. Men she should NOT be consorting with. And that only added to her nervous and excited energy.

She kept checking her make-up, and pacing and drinking. An internal struggle, and inner monologue continued. Now her mind tried to calm her nervousness. Sue walked to the mirror. You don't have to worry, Susan told herself, you're getting laid tonight. A moment of realization came to her. “I'm getting LAID tonight” Sue laughed out loud. She had never had that guarantee with a date with Reed. But she had no doubt this would end with sex. That thought calmed her now. No need to think “will we have sex” or “won't we have sex”. They were GOING to have sex.

With a spring in her step now, she grabbed her small yellow purse that matched the outfit and slung it over her shoulder.

Down int the lobby Gudrun, the fat Asgardian was getting some snacks at the store. A lot of snacks. She looked up to Susan Storm, and her mouth went open in a gasp at what the heroine wore. She looked...looked...trashy. Susan kept checking her intergalactic cell, which would beep constantly. The now very tall blonde walked back and forth. Her outfit caught the attention of every male in the lobby. Gudrun watched and chewed on chocolate.

Just then, the large blue ghoulish alien man Gudrun had seen Susan with appeared and put his arm around the woman's waist. Where was Reed Richards, thought the Asgardian woman. She was so dumbfounded she stood directly in the couples path as they approached.

Susan stopped because the short fat Asgardian woman she'd seen all week was blocking their exit. “Can I help you ma'am,” she asked sort of politely but also slightly annoyed this woman was in their way, and around them once again. “Is everything alright?”

The pudgy brown haired woman stepped aside. “I'm sorry.”

The human female and alien male walked past the fat woman, arm around each others waist. Gudrun was shocked to see they were almost the same height, with the blonde in those....trashy heels.

Susan walked with Taserface...ahem...Overkill, she had to get it right. They made there way to the front, and the valet pulled around a speeder. Overkill wore his yellow armor. But it was now formed to his body, almost like a suit. He had on red spiked shoulder pads, and red spiked arm bands just like her own, but metal. Looking in the mirror of a car, she could see how well they matched then. Red and Yellow.

The valet brought out a red speeder bike, and Overkill jumped on. Sue plopped behind him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. They flew off in an instant, and Sue felt the wind whip around her. It was exhilarating.

When they got to the bar, Sue was nervous, and hung on Overkill's strong arm. He seemed confident, so she fed off of his confidence. He was also aroused, and Sue sensed it grow. The villainous alien knocked on the door, and said “**** To X-A-F-G”. The door swung open, and Sue looked around to see a bar of gambling, smoking, and loud music. Heads turned to leer at Susan, in her revealing outfit, but she knew they would. It gave her a dark thrill to be here, displayed in this way.

A large being with red and yellow armor with silver on the sides came over. Sue hid behind Overkill. She knew this villain. It was RipJak, the so-called Interplanetary serial killer. She knew of him, had fought a group of villains he was a part of. She was afraid she'd be recognized.

“Who is this lovely specimen,” RipJak bowed at the site of Sue, holding his hand out. Sue responded, and the large villain kissed her hand.

Sue was about to say her name, but Overkill stopped her. “This is ThrillKill. She's with me.”

The serial killer nodded and bowed. “I'm quite jealous Overkill.” He then brought them to a round table, where they all sat. But not soon enough after starting to feel comfort, when Brahl, Interface, and Eightyfive appeared. Susan went red. Clung to Overkill. She knew them. Fought them with the Guardians 3000. They were the male members of the ****, sworn enemies of the Guardians of the Galaxy 3000, and the Galactic Guardians.

Brahl stared at Susan and there was a silence. It lasted a moment, and Sue was ready to fight or turn invisible. But he looked to Overkill. “You bedded Susan Storm...a man of your word,” he laughed. And they all laughed. Sue was confused.

Eightyfive bowed and held out a hand. “We have awaited you at this table for some time Susan.”

The group of villains ordered ales, and a mixed drink for Susan. She was shocked as she fought these men with the Guardians 3000. But here they seemed to accept her. They began to regale her with stories about the Guardians and jobs they did.

Overkill muttered, “It is that Hollywood that I hate,” referring to Simon Williams...(well an older version in the future).

Susan finally chimed in. “That dude...” She looked around. “Is the WORST!” The entire table laughed. She regaled them now with tales of him hitting on her, and the others, Martinex, Vance and Charlie 27. She laughed. “Charlie was an idiot.”

Susan then got very drunk. Soon she was explaining the ****'s issues. She laid napkins out on the table. “If you wanna hit the Arthrosian Armory”, she pointed to a napkin representing the bug military outpost. “Come from the back,” she showed them why they'd failed in their mission to steal weapons. How easy it would be to attack at the less fortified southern flank. “Distract in the North,” she told them. They hung on her words. “Hit from the south with a strike team.”

“And will you be joining us on this job Susan,” Brahl looked her over suspiciously.

Sue looked to Overkill. He waited for her response. She looked back at the dark villain Brahl. “Get me on the strike team. With Overkill and I'm in. I can lead the South attack. I know the outpost.”

“Welcome to the **** Invisible Woman.” Interface held up a shot glass.

She corrected him. “ThrillKill!” She had to admit, it was a cool name.

As the night dragged on, Susan got drunk, and hung on Overkill's arms. She sipped drink after drink, meeting villains, and mercenaries and gangsters from all planets and races. She wasn't even hiding who she was. There was a code of honor. ThrillKill's identity would not be revealed.

The blonde beauty found herself, arms around Overkill's neck, smiling widely. “Babe,” she slurred, “I just joined a villain team.” His hands were on her ass. She sensed his intense arousal. “Fuck, I love that...THRILLKILL! It's sooo cool.” Overkill was going to get her her own Stark armor, and she was immensely excited.

“Is there anything else you wish to cross off your bucket list.” He leered into her blue human eyes.

Sue laughed, smiling at her alien lover. “We can go back to your hotel room and cross some shit off.”

He picked his head up, still locked on her gaze. “Is this your duty?”

The woman shook her blonde head, “Nah...I just want you to fuck me.”

Back at the hotel, Reed Richards was working with a hologram of Hank Pym in his Tesseract lab, which was portable. It could go in any closet and open up to a huge space in its own temporal portal. He was checking his math.

Hank asked about Susan. “You sure she's ok with us working Reed?”

Reed shrugged, “She seems to be quite happy lately. I think she's finding ways to relax and fill her time.”

Hank, ever the chauvinist himself remarked. “Yeah, she just needs to loosen up sometimes.”

Down below them, one floor down, she was being loosened up.....

“OH GOD BABY YOUR COCK IS SOOO DEEP!” Sue Storm-Richards squealed like a pornstar, as thirteen inches of fat alien cock sliced into her tight human gash. She was nude except for the arm bands, the choker and the yellow stockings and red heels. She was cumming again and again, lying on her back as her alien lover filled her most prized hole. Her body bucked off the bed with each deep thrust. She felt his balls then slap at her ass, as he shoved his entire length in her.

Overkill had his hands gripped the sheets as he sliced his purple dick into the human heroine below him. He felt a slight pain from her tightness. Yesterday he got half his cock in her, and early he'd managed a third. Tonight the villain was bottoming out, sending a full 16 inches into her cosmically imbued love tunnel. Any other girl might have died, but Sue's body was ready and accommodating. Each thrust caused her stomach to bugle up.

He was close, and she could sense it, still feeling his arousal and stimulation mixed with her own. But she wasn't letting him pull out now. When she sensed he was ready, she gripped his waist with her yellow stocking covered legs, locking him in, which made her stomach push up where his cock was.

“SUSAN” He muttered in fear, but his cock burst inside her.

She held his ghoulish face which she now found handsome. “You need this Overkill. Your cock needs this. I know. I need this.” She pulled him even closer with her legs locked them around one another, squeezing him to her body, and then she kissed him passionately. Her pussy began to convulse, as an orgasm rippled through her for the fourth time in minutes. Her toes curling in the yellow pantyhose.

Taserface couldn't stay kissing her. He flung his head up and looked at the wall. “BY THE GODS OF STARK!” He growled. His cock erupted deep inside the human heroine, flooding her with potent blue alien seed. Sperm that was virile and strong, searching for an egg. Sue pulled his head down, and the two inter-species lovers kissed as alien seed flowed in human vagina. Blue cum leaked from her cunt, around his cock and onto the bed. In porn, Overkill had just 'CREAMPIE'd the young human woman.

It was such a powerful orgasm for each lover, that it hurt when Overkill pulled from her cunt now dripping with blue jizz. With his hard cock still between them, Overkill laid upon Susan. The two kissed for hours, until they fell asleep with Sue resting on his right shoulder.

Throughout the night, Susan awoke, checking the floor above them with her invisible powers. She made a hole, and could see Reed still working in the Tesseract lab. He never stopped, she laughed.

Sue woke with a start, and red eyes, and hurting head, feeling Taserface's need in the early morning light. She checked on Reed quickly, and then looked down. That strange blue and purple three mushroomed cock was standing at attention. She could feel the pain it was causing her lover.

Her white hand reached down and gripped the purple meat. She pumped it softly, feeling his stimulation. The being awoke with groggy eyes, blinking to focus upon his new mate. The beauty was stroking his dick, and he grunted at her effort. “What a way to awaken.”

Susan's eyes were dark red. “It hurts,” she pleaded with sorrow. “I can feel it,” she stroked faster and harder, and she shook her head, “is this how men wake each day.”

“Only with one as beautiful as you Susan Richards,” he smiled rather evilly.

Sue laughed, and scooted down the bed, until the cock was in her face. She rubbed the tassel like protrusions around the mushroom heads, stacked one on the next. “I don't know how to do this well,” she looked up with red eyes, “but I must try,” she told him. She hadn't given too many blowjobs. Her experience wasn't there. But she pushed her mouth over his cock, and sank it down. Only two inches were in before she coughed. The taste was rather sweet, and she tried once more to suck another inch down. She used her powers to roll his balls, and her hands to jerk his shaft. She could feel his enjoyment, but sensed pain from her teeth. So she stopped. “I'm sorry.”

Taserface shrugged. “You will learn my pet.”

Sue rolled off the bed, and moved quickly to the bathroom. She recovered lotion. “I;be seen something in movies...adult movies....I've watched some.” She admitted with a slight embarrassment. Her hand grabbed the lotion from the hotel, and she walked back to the room, and squirted lotion between her cleavage. Sue rubbed her large mounds together, spreading the lotion in the small crack between her large tits. He ogled her nipples now, hard and erect. “Do you like my breasts?” She asked walking over slowly. “I'm told men like my breasts.” She smiled at him. Her hands grabbed her nipples and pulled, and she moaned. Then, she pulled each breast apart and brought them close to his cock. “You can fuck them....I've seen it on the internet.” She pushed his dick between her tits, and the wrapped them around when she felt his cock hit the middle of her chest. With her powers, she pushed her breasts around his dick, and then gripped the base with her hand. With her left hand she rubbed his big purple nuts.

Taserface was feeling the warm wonderful breasts move up and down on his cock. She was literally fucking his dick with her tits now. Her hands felt wonderful as well, but it is when she sank her mouth of his cock tips, that he truly felt magnificent. Then he felt tendrils of invisible rope wrap around his dick and slide back and forth. She was attempting to stimulate every bit of his cock, and when she accomplished this feet, he came in her mouth hard.

Sue began to swallow as best she could, the sweet essence of her lover. But soon, it became too much, but she remained with the cock in her mouth. Cum began to pour down from her mouth and onto her tits. Soon she coughed, and blue cum dribbled from her nose like snot. She pulled off to breath and cum cascaded from her nose, the top of her mouth, and her chin. Still, she sensed he enjoyed that immensely. She was pleased. He was pleased.

Later that day....

Gudrun and Volstagg walked along the bridge connection the deep chasm that was known as Ootah's Grand Canyon. They reached the other side. There was a gift shop and a bar. Gudrun had to use the ladies room. She walked towards the back, and the bathroom door swung open. In a tight white top, and black short shorts, and wedge high heels, Sue Storm walked out with that blue alien holding her waist. They were giggling and smiling. In Sue's hand was one of those umbrella bags with thick blue goop in it. Sue put the bag in the garbage and then stopped. Once more the portly Asgardian was in the way. Sue could see the woman’s look of utter horror, but she just sighed. “Oh...mind you own fucking business already,” she grabbed Overkill and walked by.

A day later....

Reed Richards held Overkill's helmet. “I've made some modifications that will help you breath in any space or environment.”

The villain thanked Reed. “I appreciate all you have done.” He turned to Susan, who stood behind Reed, as her husband began looking at read-outs. “And how your wife kept me company.”

Sue shot him a sarcastic smile. “It was my duty after all.” She grabbed the helmet.

Reed stood back looking at his computer.

Sue walked up and was about to put the helmet on the villain, but she glanced back. Reed, in his own world, wasn't paying attention. So Susan turned back and leaned up to kiss Overkill deeply for a brief moment, her foot coming back to the point her sandal fell. Overkill's arm wrapped around Susan.

The only person who saw this was a fat Asgardian who was walking to the pool. “Well, I never,” the older lady shook her head.

“I think you should stand back Susan,” Reed looked at his calculations. “With the new afterburners I installed,” he went on and turned away.

Behind him, Sue was in the embrace of Overkill, “Of course Reed,” she smiled, giving the purple alien one last peck. She put on his helmet. And then she stepped back with her husband. They waved as the villain shot off in his Iron-Man tech armor. Sue actually felt somewhat sad.

The husband and wife walked back to their suite. Reed shocked her with. “What do you want to do tonight? I'm pretty free now.”

This made his wife laugh, and step into the room, and then she slipped the dress straps off her back and let it fall. Her white panties were all that remained as she sauntered to the bed. “Lucky you.” She sat, and crossed her toned, and tanned legs, her tits looking lovely with their own dark tan. Reed made his way to her, and she reached up and undid his pants. His seven inch cock, came flopping out. Sue got beneath it and took it into her mouth.

Reed felt a new sensation when she used her tongue, and avoided teeth. She sucked him down hard, causing his dick to harden in her mouth. “Oh my Susan, you are wonderful at that.”

The girl giggled with the cock in her mouth. She pulled off, and pushed her husband down, then, she crawled on all fours, pulling her panties down as she did. Reed's pants still on, but his hard cock pointing up. “Do you want me to stretch it?” He asked.

Sue smiled and nodded. She watched it grow three inches, and fatter. That would be perfect, she thought, and straddled her husband. Her hand reached down and gripped his dick, and her pussy eased down onto the cock. Sue was surprised when it slipped in with a new ease. “More Reed....thicker....longer.” She taunted. Her husband did as told. “Mmmm....what wonderful powers you have.” She began to hump down on his cock hard and fast, her pussy slapping against his legs as she bottomed out.

Reed was ecstatic and shocked his wife could take so much. His hands went up and cupped her breasts, and Sue's hands came to rest above his own as she rode his cock. “Susan...I'm going to....”

“Cum with me my love,” Sue goaded as she rode herself to orgasm on his dick. Her pussy splashing all over his thick stretched cock. Her walls sucking on his member. She felt him ejaculate, and he moaned. His cum filled her. Thick cosmically imbued cum now swam in her tunnel. But the white human cum was met with virile blue alien cum. An unseen battle occurred then. Alien vs. Human, and it raged outside Susan Storm's womb. The alien cum had already taken the womb, and now Reed's cum began to fight its way inside.

“I love you Reed Richard.” Sue looked down at him and kissed her husband.

He smiled. “I love you Susan.”