| Copyright 1999, 2006 by Rod Harden All rights reserved | ||
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I was trying to finish my travel voucher when the phone rang yet again. Annoyed, I snatched up the receiver. "Daily Globe. Ken Clark speaking."
"Ken! Thank god, you're in. I'm in trouble. Contact Superguy. I'm at the Meyer Warehouse out on … Oh!" Click. Shit! It was Doris, of course. The great Doris Dane, star reporter, was in trouble. How many freakin' times was that already this month? She was really starting to get on my nerves. Well, this time she'd just have to wait. I needed to get my voucher done right away or Accounting would have a freakin' fit. But then again, I figured I could speed it up at least a little. I took a quick peek around to see if anyone was watching, then shifted into superspeed mode. To anyone looking my way, I would have appeared as a blur of motion, but from my perspective, I was still moving normally while everything else looked like slo-mo. I had to wait a few times for the ink in my pen to catch up with me, but I finished the voucher in no time flat. I shifted back to normal speed, dropped the voucher off at Accounting, and ducked into a storage room for a quick change of clothes. Then I was on my way. I knew the Meyer Warehouse was in the main warehouse district, so I flew off in that general direction. I was just past Green and 43rd when I pulled up short. A couple of really fine looking babes down there looked way out of place. I scanned the street and noticed a car out of gas. This was clearly a job for Superguy. Swooping down in front of them, I donned my supersmug supersmile. "You ladies look a little lost." "Oh, Superguy!" they both shouted at the same time. I just love the way the babes say that when I swoop down. I quickly gave them the once over. The brunette was wearing a navy skirt and white blouse while the redhead wore a dark tan business suit. My x-ray scan found some very interesting items from Victoria's Secret underneath, too. They both had nice full figures, although the brunette had had some help from Mr. Silicone. "Can I give you two a lift to a gas station?" Like I really had to ask. They practically threw themselves at me. I took one in each arm and pulled them close. They draped their arms around my neck. I reached down, lifted both skirts as discreetly as I could, and snuck my hands between those two pairs of yummy thighs. They squealed a bit and gave me a surprised look. Like I'm gonna have two babes in my arms and not cop a feel, right? "It's all right ladies," I said as casually as possible. "I'm a superhero. I know what I'm doing." They relaxed with that assurance. It doesn't usually take much. Then I took off. "So, do you ladies have names?" "I'm Sheila and that's Shirley," said the brunette. Cute. Sheila and Shirley, the out-of-gas girls. Somehow, I had a hard time finding a gas station nearby, so we had to fly around for quite a while. With the extra time, I managed to work my fingers under their panties. You can bet they were both more than a little slicked up by then. "Superguy, is that really necessary?" gasped Sheila. "Just a little extra in-flight service, ma'am." "Oh, okay. Ooh!" I kept up the finger motion the whole time, throwing in some superspeed action, until we eventually came to a gas station. I set them down and extricated my hands from their pussies. The girls were both deeply flushed, disheveled, and panting like dogs. Just the way I like 'em. "Th … thank you, Superguy," they managed to say in unison. "Not a problem, ladies. Here's a couple of cards for my friend, Ken Clark. If you ever need me again, just give him a call. He knows how to reach me." They both obliged me with their numbers as well, which I quickly committed to supermemory. Chalk up another couple of babes-in-waiting for Superguy. Then I flew off, retrieved their car, and brought it to the station so they could fill 'er up and be on their way. I was halfway back to the office before I remembered about rescuing Doris. Talk about supermemory. I double-timed it back to the warehouse district and found the Meyer Warehouse right where I thought it was. It appeared to be deserted. Well, except for Doris, who I could see in one of the back rooms. I zipped around and burst through a wall of the room. She loves it when I burst through walls like that. The absence of bad guys anywhere around was a good clue that this was another one of her little set-ups for me. It bugs the hell out of me when she pulls my freakin' chain like that, but I'm a real sucker for it, too. That day was no different. I had to hand it to her. This time she'd trussed herself up pretty damn good. She was seated in a chair in the middle of the room wearing this particular red dress that's a real favorite of mine. Her legs were bound with rope at the ankles and above the knees. I had to stop there for a moment. Whew! Those long legs of hers really get to me and somehow, the ropes just magnify the effect. Faster Than a Speeding Bullet, Copyright 1999, 2006 by rodharden@yahoo.com
I quickly scoped out the rest of her predicament. She'd gagged herself with her nylons. They were balled up and stuffed in her mouth, which was covered with duct tape. That was gonna hurt coming off, for sure. She'd used handcuffs to secure her wrists behind her, like she usually does, but this time, she'd wrapped a long leather strap around her waist to secure herself to the chair. With the buckle in front, she couldn't get to it once her hands were cuffed. She really wasn't going anywhere once those cuffs clicked shut. It was a good thing I remembered her when I did. As it was, she looked pretty pissed.
I smiled at her. "Hey, Babe."
But she just shook her head angrily and made those cute little noises through her gagged mouth. Well, they sounded cute to me at least. I knew I didn't want to hear what she had to say, but I couldn't put it off forever, either. I ripped the tape off in one quick jerk and she spat out the nylons.
"You idiot!" she shouted. "How fucking long does it take to get to the goddam warehouse district?"
Yeah, she was pissed all right, but I really like the way her green eyes seem to bug out of her head when she's mad. Shit! She was really turning me on.
"Shut up, Doris," I said. "You oughta be glad I save your ass as much as I do. And whatever happened to that 'trouble' you said you were in?" As if I didn't know.
She softened her attitude then. "Fuck me now, Superguy." I knew she wanted it. The old supernose can detect an aroused babe a mile away.
"You're not telling me what to do, are you Doris?"
"No. I'm begging you. Please, Superguy. I need your supercock inside me." Then the little fox gave me The Look. "And I know you want it, too," she added.
She sure had that right. In fact, if I didn't let supercock have some action soon, I was gonna ruin another freakin' pair of tights. I used my superheat vision to cut through the ropes on her legs. Then, using superspeed mode, I was out of my uniform before she could even think of spreading those luscious legs for me.
I made quick work of her panties and snapped the leather strap in half. I picked her up and flew into the air a few feet. Hovering on my back, I slowly set her down onto supercock. Jeez, she was so juiced, she practically swallowed me up whole. I held her knees in my hands so she could get some leverage and she started riding me. She was like a freakin' wild woman, bucking and writhing, screaming and shouting. "Fuck me! Supercock! Superfucker!"
I let her have her fun for a few minutes. Then I gradually righted myself while she wrapped her legs around me. Holding her by the waist, I used my superstrength to pump her whole body up and down on supercock.
The whole time I was also guiding us gradually through the air to the side of the room. When her back pressed against the wall, she closed her eyes and whispered, "Do me superspeed, Superguy."
"You're sure your ready for it?"
"Yes. Do it."
The first time we tried superspeed fucking, I thought she was gonna die for sure. She literally fainted, but she's a pretty tough babe. She said it felt as if the intensity of a whole series of orgasms were focused into a mere instant of time, like a magnifying glass focusing the sun's heat. She soon became almost addicted to the sensation and wanted a few seconds of superspeed fucking all the time.
Anyway, with Doris pressed against the wall in mid air, I let 'er rip. After entering superspeed mode, Doris seemed to freeze, at least in terms of motion. Her pussy was as hot as ever, I can assure you. I have to admit, though, I actually prefer fucking at regular speed. To me, a superspeed fuck almost feels like I'm doing it with a doll or something, but a superhero's job is hard sometimes. No pun intended.
From my perspective, I spent several long minutes pumping Doris's seemingly lifeless body. I also gave her a few light taps on the ass as well as nibbled on her nipples right through her dress and bra. To her, everything would seem to happen at once. Finally, I stroked her clit while I shot my load of supercum.
When I shifted back to normal speed, it was just in time to hear the unearthly gasps and screams of Doris's superorgasm. I lowered her to the floor where she collapsed in a heap. I noticed her hands were still cuffed, so I broke the cuffs off. She'd be more comfortable that way.
"Do you need a lift somewhere, Doris?"
She just stared at me through glassy, unseeing eyes.
"Okay then. I'll see you later. And, uh, could you keep the emergencies to a minimum for a while? There are other people who need my help, you know."
This time, she managed a slight nod of the head to let me know she'd heard me.
I slipped into the old uniform again and took off. I figured I'd better check up on Sheila and Shirley. Doris would be okay. She's a tough babe, if a little quirky. Maybe someday, she'd go on a regular date or something. But probably not.
I sighed. A superhero's job is never done. Now buy the book: The Very Sexy Adventures of Superguy! | ||
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