Take a shower

Feeling really icky from the long time away from home, Kara decided that she needed to take a shower. Stripping off her leotard, she allowed herself to stretch before heading into the bathroom. Preparing her bath towel and robe for later, she gets into the shower to start rinsing herself off. Obviously, it was nice and hot, making it much easier for her to get herself to relax from the shenanigans of recent events, cooling down from all the stress in the world. She felt every shred of dirty wash away from her body, soaping herself well and rinsing it all off, all the while humming a little tune to herself. For a long while there, she did not think of a thing. Not about where she was over the past two weeks, and not about the strange noise she heard when she went to that warehouse. For a long while, she was on her own and a master of her own fate. As she stepped out of the shower, she looked at the mirror above her sink, admiring her freshly cleaned body.

"Damn, I look good." She chortled to herself.

As if by instinct, she cupped her hands over her huge tits, her most effective of weapons against men. Weighing and kneading them out, she wondered if they had grown a little bigger, making a face when she thought that she might have gained some weight. For a Kryptonian, she had very human concerns. That train of thought did not last long as her palms brushed over her nipples, sending a shot of sensation up her body, causing her to huff sharply. It was an odd sensitive sensation, one that she had not felt like she had felt so strongly before. Her hands moved again, rounding her perfectly round mounds and teasing a squeeze of her erecting tips. She lets out a delighted squeal and a giggle, unable to stop playing with herself. Her fingers eventually slide down to her exposed snatch, stroking it up and down sensually. Her breaths were becoming bated, her hips rolling into her hands, a raunchy smile forming on her licking lips. She found herself doing something she has not done in a long time.

"Holy hell, I'm fucking hot!" She breathed deeply, plopping herself down onto her toilet seat, "Why the fuck am I so horny?"

She was in no mood to question while she was rapidly rubbing one out in the privacy of her own bathroom. Her mind took her places, some more obscene than the fantasies she usually had. She imagined herself strapped to a cross that spread her legs wide in the middle of a stadium, completely surrounded by unknown, faceless men. All of them were stroking their hard, strong dicks while looking at her naked, **** form. She imagined one of them stepping up to her, poking the head of his member against her pussy lips before plunging straight in, simulating this by inserting her index and middle finger between her folds.

"Mmmm, yeah! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She puffed in ecstasy, moving her fingers in tandem with her fantasy cock inside her, "Power Girl's cunny is hungry for your cum!"

Her fantasy cock fucked her harder, slamming itself into her with speed. Kara's eyes had rolled back and her back was arcing, fingers sliding uncontrollably inside her and over her enflamed clit. Just as she flew over the edge, her body gyrated and she imagined the long, warm strings of sperm being spewed deep into her depths, shooting shot after shot of pleasure up her spine.

"Oh yes! Yes! Cum in me! Yeah!" She moaned audibly, eyes shutting to visualize herself there in her raunchy day dream, "Cream it all in my pussy! Yes! Next cock! More!"

She imagined as the next man stepped up and stuck his meat into her sperm leaking hole. The process of her debasement into a cum receptacle happened again and again. Each time she came, so too did her imaginary men, and she kept going until she was a heaving, twitching mess of the floor, her hands drenched in her juices. At the end of her final throes, the gyrations stopped and she laid useless where she was, licking her lips and rolling her hips in her slow, steady wind down. After a few minutes of her recovering, she struggled to get back up to lean against the wall, looking at the mirror once more. Unlike her freshly showered self about an hour earlier, she was once again a sweaty, slimy heap of flushed up woman. She chuckled to herself. She really went overboard with it this time, unsure as to why she suddenly felt so incredibly horny so easily, and of all things to fantasize, it was about the really hardcore stuff. Sighing to herself in satisfaction, she went back into the shower to freshen up once more, much happier than she was before she came home.