"Date, date…"
It was up to him to pick Karen Starr up. He had her address and half of his job consisted of driving. It was no biggie driving.
But going on a date? He bought the best cologne he could find at a nearby shop and a fresh new suit. A certain Selina Kyle aided him throughout too.
Heat simmered in his veins as he pulled his car—a serviceable but decidedly dingy sedan—to a stop in front of Karen Starr's high-rise. Before he could even kill the engine, the passenger door swung open.
"H-huh?"
"Hello~!"
Wow, she was fast. She slid in, the interior of the car instantly filling with the scent of expensive perfume. The dome light illuminated her, and his brain short-circuited.
Her dress was a weapon. A deep, blood-red silk with a plunging V-neckline that started between her collarbones and dove deep, deep down, held together by nothing more than a single, delicate knot. The dress stretched taut over the impossible swell of her breasts, two perfect, heavy orbs that threatened to spill free with every breath. She wasn't wearing a bra. He could see the distinct, tempting outline of her areolas, the pronounced points of her nipples creating two delicious peaks in the slick material. The dress hugged her waist before flaring slightly over her hips, and the slit up one thigh promised a glimpse of heaven with every shift of her long legs.
Then of course there was her face. Was make-up necessary? Karen decided so. Her lashes were longer and her lips were a flushing shade of red. She puckered them upon feeling his gaze and the pizza guy had to snap right up to her eyes.
"H-hi. Hi Karen," he greeted with a forced smile. "You, uh…you look nice."
Just nice was an understatement. The blonde giggled and her boobs jiggled with it.
"You clean up nice too," Karen said, smiling. She leaned over the center console, her magnificent chest squishing against his arm. Her fingers, cool and smooth, traced a path up his chest, over his freshly ironed shirt. Her smirk was knowing. "A little nervous?"
"A little," he admitted, swallowing thickly. His throat was dry.
"Don't be." Her gaze dropped meaningfully to his lap for a split second. "I have a feeling you're more than equipped to handle a fancy party." She gave his chest a final pat and settled back into her seat. "Now, drive. We're going to be late."
Right.
Wow, okay. He was really going on a date with this woman. With this big-titty, blue-eyed blonde with boobs bigger than his perverted mind could have ever wished.
'What is my life?'
That was the question, wasn't it? The ride was a blur of her quiet humming and the thunderous pulse in his ears. He didn't know what to say.
"S-so…"
"Mhm?" Karen snapped over to him, smiling proudly. "What is it?"
"J-just, uh…how is…your job?"
"I run a company, actually. I'm from Metropolis," Karen explained. "Starrware Industries, ever heard of it?"
"Um…no. Sorry."
"Aw, don't be!" Again, boobs jiggled as she crossed her arms under her bust. "These days, we're an outsourced company for programming. Some of the best programmers in the east coast work for us. Very much not a Wayne or Luthor type company. It's, ah, how do you say it? Lowkey?"
He nodded along. "Ohh, that's cool."
"But back in its heyday, we devised something called the Drexler Chamber. A nanotech chamber using nanotechnology to conduct complex tasks in a controlled environment. The Luthors and the Waynes and those big wiz companies loved it, but I'm no idiot. Rather than sell the patent for a one-time deal worth millions, I've been handing out licences and selling the technology itself for nearly billions now."
Thank god he had to stop at a red light, because what!? Billions!? The pizza guy nearly pressed on the brake too hard. "W-w-what…!?"
"I'm not all just big tits, you know." She winked. "We make huge amounts of money from the Drexler Chamber and now make a steady income with programming. I opened up Starrware Inc, a software company, to further facilitate that growth. Oh, and so of recently, Starr Foundation. It's why I'm here, actually. For charity, and god knows Gotham needs that."
Wow…suddenly, he was looking at her with a whole new light. Karen could sense it and smiled proudly. She was proud of what she did and enjoyed the beaming attention she received from it.
Really, all he could think was, 'What a woman.' In every facet, Karen Starr excelled. It was different from, say, Kara, who was a nerdy girl and Supergirl. Karen was like the complete picture perfect mature woman. Kara was the dreamy youngster. If that made any sense.
He pulled up to the valet line at the Cresthill Gallery, but Karen placed a hand on his arm.
"No, no, darling. We're not valeting this," Karen said, wrinkling her perfect nose. "Park it over there. We'll walk."
"Walk? It's… it's Gotham, Karen. At night."
"So? I'm from Metropolis. We're tough. Besides," Karen added, her eyes gleaming in the dashboard light, "I like a man who isn't afraid of a little nighttime stroll with me."
Was she gaslighting him? Tempting him? Both? Yes, probably. But how could a man refuse when she said it so confidently?
He found a spot a few blocks away. As he got out, the apprehension returned. The shadows between the grand buildings seemed deeper here, hungry. He opened the door for Karen. She practically floated from the car. Truly, although there were great beauties in Gotham City, the busty blonde seemed different. The grimy city backdrop simply didn't fit her.
"Come on!" Karen chirped, grabbing his hand. Boobs pressed his arm. He had to look away. "I want to show you off."
They began to walk. He was tense, his eyes darting into every alley, every dark doorway. Karen just held his hand, swinging their joined arms happily, her hips swaying in a rhythm that made the silk of her dress shush softly with each step. The dress clung to her ass.
"Relax," Karen murmured, squeezing his hand. "Nothing's going to happen."
As if to test her, they passed a narrow alley. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hunched figure, a glint of steel. His blood ran cold.
"Uh—"
Szzz!
The figure in the alley let out a yelp. Their pants, belt and all, suddenly fell down around their ankles. They scrambled, tripping over the denim, before stumbling away into the darkness.
The pizza guy blinked. "Did… did you see that?"
"See what?" Karen asked, her voice innocent as she kept walking, humming a little tune. "Just a drunk, probably. Now, stop worrying and look at me. Do you like the dress?"
He was too confused to do anything but obey. His eyes dropped to the deep valley of her cleavage, to the way the red silk strained over each full, heavy breast. "Y-yeah…I, um, I love it."
"That's what I like to hear," she said, a secret smile playing on her lips. He failed to notice the tiny aura of red in her eye. The lingering effect of a Kryptonian's heat vision.
They arrived at the gallery's entrance. It was a fortress of modern glass and polished stone, light and music spilling out onto the street. A line of limousines disgorged men in tuxedos and women in gowns that probably cost more than his car. He suddenly felt intensely out of place.
Karen didn't hesitate. She strode forward, pulling him along, her chin held high. A severe-looking bouncer in a suit stood at the door, a clipboard in hand.
"Name?" the bouncer intoned, not even looking up.
"Karen Starr. And my date."
The bouncer's head snapped up. His severe expression melted into one of obsequious warmth. "Ms. Starr! Of course, please, come right in! No ticket necessary for you!"
He stepped aside with a sweeping bow. Karen gave the pizza guy's arm a triumphant squeeze and led him through the towering doors.
The inside was a sensory overload. Far, far different from his nighttime visit. The main gallery was a vast, soaring space with vaulted ceilings. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, sparkling light over everything. The walls were a stark white, serving as a backdrop for enormous, abstract paintings and sleek sculptures on pedestals. There was no silence this time around, only the murmur of conversation, clinking glasses, and the soft strains of a string quartet.
'W-wow…no wonder Selina was so annoying. Stealing when it's like this is…'
"It's something, isn't it?" Karen said, leaning close so he could hear her over the crowd. Her breath tickled his ear. Her boobs were swallowing his arm. "All these stuffy assholes, pretending to care about art while they're really just sizing each other up." She nodded towards a group of elderly men. "See that one? He's checking out that young socialite's ass. And her? She's calculating the carat weight of his wife's necklace."
He followed her gaze, taking in the crowd. It was a sea of black ties, glittering jewels, and designer gowns. Waiters in crisp uniforms wove through the throng with trays of champagne and delicate canapés.
"O-oh…"
"None of them are like Wayne or Luthor, buuuut they're plenty rich," Karen said. "Oh, and not quite like me either."
Right. Here he was, with the most stunning, richest woman in the room. Her hand was still in his.
"So," Karen said, turning to face him fully, boobs leaving his arm. The movement made her breasts jiggle enticingly beneath the red silk. His mouth went dry. "What do you think? See anything you like?"
His eyes were locked on the deep V of her neckline, on the smooth, creamy skin of her cleavage. He could see the faint shadow where the curve of each breast met. "Um…"
Her smile was slow, wicked. "Good answer." She plucked two glasses of champagne from a passing tray and handed him one. "Let's mingle. I want to see if any of these old goats recognize what's on my arm tonight." She took a sip, her bright blue eyes scanning the room over the rim of her glass.
The pizza guy was a pizza guy. He vaguely recalled how to hold a champagne glass and just followed her lead.
The gallery was a cavern of sound and light. The pizza guy stuck to Karen like glue as she navigated the crowd with the effortless grace of a shark. He caught snippets of conversations about mergers, yachts, and obscure artists he'd never heard of.
"Karen, darling! You look divine." A silver-haired man in an impeccably cut tuxedo intercepted them, his eyes sliding over her dress with a hunger he didn't bother to hide. "And who is this?"
"This," Karen said, her voice a purr of ownership, "is my date. He's an art lover."
"Charmed," the silverfox said, not looking charmed at all. "And what do you do exactly?"
"I, um…"
"He handles transactions for a multi-million dollar company on a daily basis," Karen answered for him. "But work, really? That's what you want to talk about?"
A glance at her boobs, a smirk, and the silver-haired man nodded. "Haha, of course not, Karen~!" He launched into a monologue about the liquidity of modern art investments.
Karen casually leaned over to the pizza guy and whispered, "Have you noticed? His cock has been throbbing since I came here? Three inches of old dick~"
"W-w-what?"
"Kidding~!"
She returned to standing straight, smiling as if she hadn't said something perverted. Meanwhile, the silver-haired man kept talking and talking. The pizza guy couldn't make sense of it.
"—to lose what makes our homes complete. That is what makes our donations so valuable. Don't you agree, Karen?" The silver gentleman flashed her a smile.
Karen just smiled and nudged her date. "Ooh, definitely. Don't you, my love?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah, for sure. It's…a kind of dichotomy. Wealth for us, wealth for them."
He must have said the right thing because the silver-haired man beamed at him, visibly brightening. "Correct, young man! I see Karen chose wisely."
'What are we talking about again?'
"Still underestimating me?" Karen asked, raising a brow.
"Oh no, my dear, only wondering if your date overestimated himself. Hoho…!"
Soon, some others arrived. With their presence, Karen nodded and subtly excused herself and her date away. "We're going for drinks," and the excuse was accepted, although disappointing. The men only came for Karen. To glance at her while this stupid old man talked.
"Multi-million dollar company…?" the pizza guy repeated in a murmur. "Um, sorry, but the pizza place isn't worth that much…"
Karen blinked and giggled. "Sorry, sorry, I'll be more accurate next time."
Strangely, he found himself chuckling too. He had to stop, alas, when another one of Karen's associates wanted to speak to her.
"Karen! My beauty!"
Cue the awkward denial of a hug. Karen preferred to lock arms with the rando pizza guy than hug a rich man. He received dirty looks for it.
"Nice to meet you," Karen replied, smoothly transitioning the hug into a handshake. "You're…Howard Rubens. Wayne security officer, if I recall?"
"Assistant-head," Howard corrected. He seemed proud and sneered at the pizza guy. "And this is…?"
"Ah, more champagne." Karen replaced his and her own glass. She was tending to the pizza guy like…like an employee or something. "My date. We thought it'd be great to unwind."
She said that yet Howard was glaring daggers. The pizza guy could only awkwardly smile.
'Are all the men going to hate me…?'
Seems so because that wasn't the end of it. He received dirty look after dirty look, jealousy after jealousy, glare after glare. After the sixth such encounter, the champagne and the press of bodies began to take their toll. The pizza guy leaned in, his lips brushing her ear. "I, uh… I need to use the restroom."
Karen turned, her blue eyes sparkling. "Of course. Don't get lost." She gave his hand a final squeeze before releasing it, her fingertips trailing over his palm in a way that made his stomach flip. "Hurry back. I'll be right here."
He saw his chance. A rotund man in a too-tight suit was already zeroing in on her, a greasy smile plastered on his face. "Ms. Starr! A word about the Kandinsky?"
Karen shot the pizza guy a look that was equal parts amusement and 'save me,' but she nodded, turning to engage the man.
He slipped through the crowd, the noise fading as he found a hallway marked 'Restrooms' and 'Staff Only.' He pushed through the door to the men's room. It was empty, modern, and quiet. The stark white tiles echoed with the sound of his own breathing.
'Nobody's here. Good.'
He moved past the urinals to the single window near the ceiling. It was small, but unlocked. He wrestled it open, the cool night air rushing in.
A shadow detached itself from the darkness outside.
"Took you long enough, darling."
Selina Kyle flowed through the window like liquid shadow, landing in a silent crouch on the tile floor. She straightened up, and the breath left his lungs in a soft whoosh.
Her outfit was… a masterpiece of criminal seduction. A floor-length gown of shimmering emerald green, slit to the hip on one side, revealing a leg encased in sheer black stocking. The bodice was a work of art—structured black leather that cupped her breasts, pushing them up and together into a breathtaking, creamy shelf of cleavage. The leather gave way to a mesh panel that showed a teasing strip of her toned stomach before meeting a high-waisted, skin-tight black skirt. Her hair was up in an intricate, high-puff afro style that accentuated the sharp lines of her cheekbones and the sly curve of her smile.
Selina looked expensive, dangerous, and so fucking hot it hurt.
"Like what you see?" Selina asked, doing a slow turn. The green fabric swirled around her legs. "Looks our plan worked."
The guest list was very exclusive. And Selina preferred entering without being seen.
"You… you look…" he stammered.
"Fuckable? I know." She sauntered up to him, the scent of her—dark, spicy, feline—filling the small space. She placed a hand on his chest. "Our deal is over, by the way."
"What?"
"The deal. Me, you, the keys, the entry. Consider it done." Selina leaned in, her painted lips a hair's breadth from his. "I'm here to do what I do best. Steal, flirt, and…" she let her gaze wander down his body, "...maybe find some other form of entertainment. I'll be staying the night. Plenty of rich, lonely men with vaults to show a girl like me."
"Uhh..."
She edged close. Her hand wound up on his crotch, drawing large circles around his ballsack. She knew where it was, how it was shaped. Everything. Her nails were sharp and teasing. She knew how to use them. She knew how to get him hard and throbbing and needy...
She had the pizza guy looking down at his own crotch. She had him looking back up, meeting her gaze. She had him seeing her making a small little gasp.
"Just kidding!"
She had him wrapped around her finger.
"I'll be back at your place after I fetch what I want! That's all!"
Selina winked and pecked him on the cheek, a quick, dazzling flash of green eyes and white teeth. Then she turned, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm, and pushed out of the bathroom door, leaving it swinging gently behind her.
He stood there for a full ten seconds, the image of her in that dress burned onto his retinas. Especially that heart-shaped ass. Fuck. He had to get back to Karen.
He splashed water on his face, straightened his shirt, and stepped back into the hallway.
And walked straight into a wall of soft, fragrant warmth.
"Oof!"
He stumbled back. Karen stood there, a knowing, dangerous smile playing on her lips. Her arms were crossed under her chest, making her breasts swell impossibly against the red silk. "There you are. I was starting to think you fell in."
Oh fuck. Did she see Selina walk out? Oh fuck…!
"S-sorry," he mumbled.
"Who was that woman?" Karen asked. She nodded towards the hallway Selina had disappeared down. "The one in the green dress who just came out of the same bathroom you're in?"
His brain scrambled for a lie. It found nothing. The honesty tumbled out. "She's… a thief."
Her brows furrowed. "...thief?"
"L-last night, umn, I was sent here to give pizza."
"Here? For who?"
"A, um, security guard. And I, uh, I stopped her. But I had to take her back since, well, I didn't want to get implicated for breaking and entering. We talked and she needed to get in here tonight. That was… that was the deal."
Karen's expression didn't change. She just hummed. "A thief? In that dress? She has excellent taste." She took a step closer, forcing him back until his shoulders touched the cool wall. "And how, exactly, did you stop her?"
"I…" The heat of her body, the intensity of her gaze, the memory of Selina's confession in the pizza shop back room—it all collided in his head. "I fucked her," he blurted out.
Karen's perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched. A slow, delighted smile spread across her face. It was the smile of a predator who had just found exactly what it was looking for. "Oh."
That single syllable held a universe of meaning. Approval. Interest.
"You fucked her," Karen repeated, as if tasting the words. Her blue eyes darkened. "And now she's here to steal from these stuffy, self-important pricks." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Frankly, I don't mind. I hate this lot. But I am very, very interested in the how."
He swallowed, his throat clicking. "The… how?"
"How you stopped her." Another step. Now her body was almost flush against his. He could feel the heat radiating from her, smell her perfume mixed with something else, something primal. Her gaze dropped to his lips, then traveled slowly, deliberately, down his chest, his stomach, to settle on the growing bulge in his pants. "You have a gift, it seems. For… pacification."
Her hand came up, not to touch him, but to her own dress. Her fingers found the delicate knot holding the deep V of her neckline together. With a single, sharp tug, the silk fell open.
His vision blurred.
Her breasts were full, heavy, impossibly round, with large, dusky pink areolas and nipples that were already hard, pebbled points. They hung with a perfect, natural weight, swaying slightly with her breathing.
"Look at them." Karen cupped her own breasts, lifting them slightly, her thumbs brushing over her nipples. "You like?"
He could only stare, his mouth dry, his cock throbbing painfully against the zipper of his pants.
"I want you to do the same things to me," Karen said in a low, commanding purr. "Every single thing you did to her. I want you to put your big, hard hands all over my fucking tits. I want you to suck my nipples until I scream. I want you to bend me over the nearest priceless sculpture and fuck me so hard I forget my own name." She leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. Her breath was hot. "I want you to ruin me with that cock, the way you ruined her. And I want you to start right now."
They stood between the bathroom and the hallway. They stood between heaven and hell. Karen didn't wait for him to choose, she chose heaven.
Her mouth crashed into his, swallowing his gasp. tongue pushed past his lips, hot and demanding, tasting of champagne. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him, stumbling, as she walked them backward. They tumbled inside the bathroom. Bumping into the sink and deeper, deeper, until they were inside a stall.
Click!
The lock snapped into place.
Karen broke the kiss, her chest heaving, those magnificent breasts quivering with each breath. "Mmm, I can already see that you're hard…!"
She grinded against his bulging crotch. He groaned. "F-fuck, Karen…!"
Here in a bathroom stall, groaning while having a woman in a sexy red dress rub against him. It was heaven. Truly.
She stopped grinding and her hands ripped at his belt buckle. "You fucked her," she hissed, her breath hot against his neck. "Now you're going to fuck me. And you're going to do it better."
The belt came loose. The button of his trousers popped. The zipper snarled down. She shoved his pants and boxers down in one frantic motion, and his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach with a wet, heavy thwack.
Karen froze.
Her eyes went wide, her lips parting in a soundless 'O'. All her bravado, all her dominant swagger, evaporated in an instant, replaced by awe, hunger, and surprise. She stared.
"Fucking hell…!"
It was enormous. Thick, veined, and jutting up from his crotch, it looked like it belonged on a statue of a god, not a pizza delivery guy. It was easily the biggest thing she had ever seen. Her own hands, which she'd thought were rather large, looked small in comparison. A drop of precum beaded at the swollen, purplish tip and dripped down the shaft with a slow, obscene plop.
She looked from his cock to his face. "That… that is what you put inside her?"
He could only nod.
A slow, wicked smile spread across her face. "Good."
Blinking, surprised, she then smirked and grabbed the hem of her red silk dress and hauled it up to her waist. She wore nothing underneath. No panties. No barriers. Just smooth, pale skin, the gentle curve of her stomach, and the neatly trimmed cunt at the apex of her thighs. Her pussy glistened in the harsh fluorescent light, already wet and open for him.
"See what you do?" Karen panted, spreading her legs wider. "I'm soaked. I've been thinking about this cock. God, those other men, their cocks are sooo tiny~!"
'She…sounds like she's whining,' was his instinctive thought before his cock roared when she grabbed him.
She stepped into him, pressing her bare stomach against his rigid length. She adjusted her grip around his shaft. They didn't even meet. This was simply her stomach and his raging cock. It was hot. She stared down at his cock, he stared at her tits.
"Mmmm~!"
A soft, desperate moan escaped her lips as she guided him to her entrance.
"Do it," Karen commanded, her voice shaking. "Fuck me. Stretch me out. Ruin me."
He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. He nudged the broad head against her slick folds. She was so wet, so ready, but so tight. He pushed.
Squeelch~!
The head popped past her outer lips, and Karen threw her head back, a sharp cry tearing from her throat. "FUCK!"
He pushed another inch and another. The resistance was immense, her inner walls clamping around him in a hot, velvet vise. He soon gave what was effectively an average cock yet there was still more.
She wasn't as tight as Kara or some of the other women he had been with. But still, damn tight!
"More!" Karen begged, her nails biting into his shoulders. "Give me all of it! Fucking give it to me!"
"Y-yes…!" He drove forward, burying himself to the hilt in one long stroke. They were face to face, so he saw the transformation. He saw her lips tremble, her eyes widen, and the loud girlish moan that left her. He saw her lips turn up and down, struggling.
He saw Karen change because of his cock. Her entire erotically-built body bowed, she stumbled, back slamming into the stall door. Gripping her hips, cock still inside, the pizza guy practically walked her there. Her back arched off the door. "OH MY R—
He had to cup her mouth to stop her from calling for god. He was buried inside her, his pelvis grinding against her clit. Karen Starr was full. Stretched to an impossible degree. He could feel every ridge, every pulse of her inner muscles as they convulsed around his invading girth.
Karen…
Karen stared. Karen huffed. Karen grabbed his head, gasping, and bucked her hips. "Ngghghhhh~!!"
This wasn't her first time. Far from it. Yet it felt like it. She felt amateurish in her grip.
He didn't move. His eyes flicked between her eyes and her tits. He was hypnotized by everything she was.
"MOVE!" she shrieked, her composure utterly shattered. "Fucking move, you bastard! FUCK ME!"
He was listening. He couldn't. On his own, simply gazing at her magnificent tits, he pulled back, the drag exquisite and tight, until just the tip remained, then slammed back home.
Karen tried to scream but nothing came out. All she knew was that she was cumming. Cumming hard. Cumming fast. Because this bastard…
"Unh, unh, unh—!"
This wasn't her creation. This wasn't because he was listening to her. He was fucking her of his own volition. His eyes travelled from her tits up to her eyes. He smiled. He grinned.
"F-fuck, fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck—!"
Karen's chants matched his thrusts. He fucked her against the toilet stall, each thrust jolting her body, making her huge tits bounce and sway wildly. The slap of skin on skin, the wet squelsh of her dripping pussy taking his massive cock, the ragged huuh… huuh… of their breaths—it filled the bathroom stall.
"Yes! YES!" Karen chanted, her head lolling. "Just like that! Fuck! Your cock is… oh god, it's too much!"
He fucked and fucked and fucked. Heaven was all that mattered. Pleasure was all he sought. While never stopping he thrusts, he buried his face in the heavenly valley of her cleavage. He rubbed his face in. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, biting down gently on the hard peak.
Karen yelped, her hands flying to his hair, gripping it tight. "Suck them! Suck my fucking tits! I'm gonna cum!"
He fucked her harder, faster. The stall walls rattled with each impact. His balls tightened. He fucked with a rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack. Karen's cries became incoherent, a stream of filth and praise.
"Don't stop! Don't you fucking stop! I'm—I'm—OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!"
Her inner walls clamped down on him. Her pussy flooded, her cream coating his cock, making the slide even messier, even louder. She trembled violently, her legs shaking, held up only by his grip and the wall at her back.
He didn't stop. He couldn't. Buried in her tits, he just kept fucking. He pistoned into her, his own climax a freight train roaring down the tracks.
Karen's legs might have been trembling but she too couldn't collapse. Not yet. Not yet…!
"Again!" Karen grinned, her eyes rolling back. "Make me cum again! Please!"
He finally looked up between her tits. He saw her expression and angled his hips on instinct, driving up into a spot that made her shriek. This pizza bastard was a god in bed. It didn't make sense to her. How was it possible that every move, every thrust, was perfect!?
"W-w-were you born with this!? Oh fuck, oh fuuuck—! You're making me cum again, cum again, cum AGAAAAIIIN~!"
Her…oh god, just how many orgasms was it at this point? This orgasm hit her almost immediately, a weaker but no less intense wave that had her pussy gurgling around him as he stretched her wide.
'Oh fuuuck, this is too good! Way too good!' Her thoughts were a shattered mess. 'J-just what is this cock! What is this fucking monster! It's splitting me in half! I can't—I can't think—'
"I'm gonna cum!"
His announcement made her remember to not lose ground. To not be overwhelmed. To remember that she was a big-titty alien blonde that could shatter his spine and that he was…
"Inside!" Karen begged. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles, pulling him deeper. "Flood me! Fill my fucking pussy! I want to feel it!"
…that he was a god of sex.
The pizza guy slammed home and erupted inside Powergirl. Suddenly, millions of Powergirl fans and rich acquaintances of Karen Starr felt their dicks twitch in envy.
Rope after thick, hot rope of cum fired deep into her womb, painting her insides white. He pulsed and throbbed inside her, each jet making her twitch and whimper as her overstimulated pussy was filled to overflowing. It was too much. It leaked out around the base of his still-hard cock, a warm, sticky trickle down her inner thighs.
Drip! Drip!
He stayed there, buried to the hilt, his forehead pressed against the cool tile beside her head, his body shuddering with the aftershocks. Karen was a boneless, trembling mess against him, her chest heaving, her breasts slick with sweat where he'd nuzzled them.
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out.
Schllllrk!
A rush of their combined fluids followed, dripping onto the tile floor with a soft pat-pat-pat.
They stood there, panting, foreheads now touching. Their breath mingled, hot and ragged. Karen's eyes were glazed, her makeup smudged, her lips kiss-swollen. She looked utterly, completely fucked.
A dazed smile touched her lips. Karen leaned in and kissed him, a soft, tender press of lips that was a shocking contrast to the animalistic frenzy of moments before.
"You, haah, really are something~!"
It wasn't over. Not by a longshot. Face to face, her smirk said everything.
Her breath came in hot, ragged pants against his neck. The scent of sex, sweat, and her expensive perfume was thick in the cramped stall. Karen's blue eyes, glazed and satisfied just seconds before, now sharpened with a new, hungry focus. She licked her lips, tasting the salt of his skin.
"My turn~!"
The thud echoed. He barely processed that she'd spun him around. Her hands were firm on his hips. She was shockingly strong. Impossibly strong.
"Hands on the wall," Karen ordered, giving his ass a sharp slap that made him jump. Smack!
He obeyed, bracing his palms against the stall door. Her hands slid up the backs of his thighs.
"You have a fantastic ass~!" She grabbed his cock and pointed it down. Then her mouth was on him, her tongue lapping up the mess of cum and her own slick that dripped from his cock and balls. Slurp! Schlick! Lewd, wet cleaning that made his knees buckle.
"K-Karen…!"
"Mmm." She cleaned him with a thorough, obscene diligence, her tongue swirling around his shaft, licking his balls, until he was spewing pre-cum again, throbbing and aching. It looked like she was milking his cock as he jerked it off. "Mmm, good. Seems plenty hard."
She stood up, her boobs pressing against his back. Her huge, soft tits were heaven. Her hands slid around his waist, her fingers finding his cock. She stroked him slowly, her grip tight.
"You filled my pussy so good," she murmured into his ear. "Now I want to feel you in my ass."
He gasped. "W-what?"
"You heard me." Her hand stroked his cock from base to tip, making him gasp. "Heh, don't think I can take it? I can. I want that monster in my tight little ass. You're going to stretch me there, too. You're going to make me scream."
She didn't wait for permission. He felt her hand slide between his cheeks. A cool, wet finger pressed against his hole. "K-Karen," he stammered out.
"Relax," she cooed, her other hand stroking his length. "Just relax and let me in."
She pushed and the tip of her finger breached him, and he let out a choked groan. It was an intense, unfamiliar fullness. She worked it in slowly, squelching…!
"So tight," she moaned, as if she were the one being penetrated. She added a second finger, scissoring him open, and his cock roared. Pre-cum was falling madly. "Look at you throbbing! I bet you want to fuck me now, right?"
He did. Badly. She withdrew her fingers, leaving him empty and clenching. He heard her turn over and climb.
He turned.
Karen Starr was there, on all fours atop the covered toilet. Waiting, smirking, her short blonde hair framing her beautiful smirk and blue eyes. Her fat ass was gorgeous as it curved into her waist. Her pussy glistened as it dripped with his cum.
Only one hole was left. Only one hole was left to be creampied.
"Not going to run on me, are you~?"
No. No, he wasn't. His cock roared. Her blue eyes brightened. Both of them understood that this was a match made in heaven.
A busty blonde bimbo with a fat ass and a greedy libido.
A hung stud with huge balls and a never-ending, apprehensive lust.
"That's what I like to see~!"
She was right about him. The pizza guy had balls. They swayed as he guided himself over. The monstrous head of his cock pressing against a different, tighter ring of muscle. She didn't hesitate. She used her own strength and impaled herself on him in one smooth, controlled motion.
SSSSKKKRRRT—POP!
This was Powergirl's asshole. This was a hole no man had ever used.
"Oh fuuuuuuck—!"
Until tonight.
The impossibly tight hole clamped down on the first few inches of his cock and threatened to snap it in half. She shuddered violently against him. For a moment, the pizza guy swore he saw the back of the toilet crack.
But there was more cock. Way more cock.
"Holy shit… holy shit it's so big…" she chanted, her voice a broken sob. She began to move, rocking back onto him with small, desperate bucks of her hips. Each tiny movement was a wet, filthy struggle. "It's in… it's all the way in my ass… oh my god…"
She took a deep, shuddering breath. Then she took control.
Her hands tightened on the toilet and then she slammed back. Every single inch was consumed. She gasped, she whimpered, and then she grinned. She started to move, pulling almost all the way out until just the tip remained, then slamming back down with a force that rattled the stall.
SLAM! SCHLOP!
"UNNH! YES!" she grunted, her voice guttural. "YES, YES, YESSSSHHH~!!"
SLAM! SCHLORP!
Her boobs swung. Her ass cheeks slammed against his thighs with each downward thrust, a steady clap-clap-clap of flesh on flesh. The wet, messy sounds of her ass taking him filled the air.
Karen was rising. "Fuck my ass! Fuck it hard! Ruin my ass like you ruined my pussy!" Karen was fucking. She was taking every inch of dick and tightening the fuck up. She wanted and she got it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Cummming!" Her eyes rolled back and her voice dialled down. "Oh fuuuck~! Cummmiiiiing…!"
She gasped and webs of saliva connected her lovely lips. Her short hair became a mess as she kept slamming and slamming. He braced himself, his own moans lost in the symphony of her pleasure. He fell over and nothing changed. Karen could hold up his weight like it was nothing. His hands snaked over and groped her tits. He grabbed them, squeezing the full mounds, pinching her nipples between his fingers.
"YES!" she shrieked, her pace faltering for a second as pleasure arced through her. "Play with my tits! Squeeze them! Oh god, I'm gonna cum!"
Her inner walls, deep in her ass, seemed to ripple and clench around him. She let out a sharp, shattered cry as her orgasm hit. Gush! Her body convulsed, her ass milking his monster cock in rapid pulses. So many fucking inches, so much that her asshole tingle, to the point that she could feel it in her cunt. His horsedick was godly, yet from his perspective, her ass and tits were godly. It was a match made in heaven.
"K-Karen…! Y-you're amazing!"
Because even as he was ontop of her, she did everything. She slammed down on him.
"Haaahh! Me!? You're amazing! I'm fucking adddiiiicted to your dick! Oh godddsss!!"
She just didn't stop. Her juices from her empty pussy were dripping down her thighs, mixing with the sweat on his.
"Again!" she demanded. "Make me cum again! Don't you fucking stop!"
Except he wasn't doing a damn thing, she was. But he tried. He fucked back into her, meeting her thrust for thrust.
BAM! Squelch! BAM! Glrk!
This was Powergirl. This was the woman men had been jacking off to online. This was Karen Starr. This was the businesswoman that batted her eyelashes and got whatever she wanted.
"I'M A WHORE FOR THIS DIIIIICK~!""
Yes, she was a whore. She was Powergirl the superhero, Karen Starr the businesswoman, and a whore addicted to some lovely pizza guy's cock. The only thought running through her mind was, 'I wanna CUM again—!'
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Wanna cum, wanna cum, wanna cum—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Wannacumwannacumwannacum—!
Slam, slam, slam! She just loved it. Her pussy loved swallowing this wrist-girthy monster dick. Ah, sorry, not monster, human. This was human dick. Smiling feverishly, drooling like a common dog, she came, a shorter, sharper climax that had her clenching around him like a fist. Spurt-squirt-gush from her pussy, splattering against his leg.
"Your cock…! Your fucking perfect coooock…!" Karen babbled and released the handles of the toilet and just slammed herself against the wall. Their rutting turned animalistic. She was slamming herself onto him now, using him, chasing her pleasure with a single-minded intensity that was terrifying and magnificent. Her cheeks were flat against the wall.
She looked ruined. She looked pathetic. She looked worse than a whore.
She was simply addicted. Tapping into her basest instincts and just slamming back. Her fat ass was doing ALL the work.
'W-w-what an ass…!'
It wasn't only her tits, which he was still groping, but her ass too. Making waves like a tsunami—and how fitting that it was compared to a natural disaster. This fuck seemed exactly like that. The pizza guy had never felt so dominated before. This woman, this powerful beautiful bimbo blonde, she was simply dominating.
"Y-you greedy young man! Mmmpphh! You still haven't let go of my tits!"
She grinned, quite proud of what he was doing. He was groping, just groping, never pinching or teasing. Just loving her breasts for what they were as she fucked herself on his bitch breaker of a cock.
Another orgasm ripped through her, then another. Each one made her scream, made her pussy sputter and drip, made her ass clutch him tighter.
He could feel his own climax coiling, a tight, hot spring in his nutsack. "Karen… I'm close…"
"Inside!" she shrieked, her body slamming down onto him one final, desperate time. "Cum in my ass! Fill my fucking ass!"
The command broke him. With a roar he didn't recognize as his own, ropes of cum filled her up. Spurt, spurt, spurt! It was a deep, internal flood. Indeed, if Powergirl's ass cheeks were a tsunami, this was a flooding. He pulsed into her, jet after hot jet firing deep into her bowels, a creampie so profound it left him seeing stars. Karen's scream was muffled against the wall as she came again, her sixteenth or seventeenth—both had lost count—her asshole seizing around him in delightful spasms.
They collapsed forward together on the toilet, a sweaty, trembling, utterly spent heap of limbs. He was still buried inside her, he was still holding her breasts. The pizza guy wasn't going to let go anytime soon. Both of them panting, gasping for air. The smell of sex and musk was overwhelming.
The sound of his softening cock leaving her well-used ass was a long, wet schllllllrp, followed by a trickle of their mixed fluids onto the toilet set.
She craned her head around, her eyes hazy with bliss. She didn't say a word. Karen just grabbed his face and pulled him into a deep, sloppy, desperate kiss. Their tongues tangled, tasting each other, tasting salt and sex and sheer exhaustion. It was messy, uncoordinated, and fucking perfect.
All the while he groped those tits. Never letting go.
A match made in a toilet stall, yet a match made in heaven.