CHAPTER = 45
VICKI VALE PART THREE.
Superman just arrived from Themyscira visiting his pregnant wife. He love playing with her stomach more like his unborn child. He could see Vicki vale is getting ready for her date with a loser.
"hai, are you getting ready for the date with the loser" Superman text her mobile.
"yes," She replied. He don't like his bitch go on date with the guy or anyone.
"I want you to do something for me," he texted, Superman could clearly see Vicki vale using his Super sight, she is typing the mobile.
"Anything," she assured him.
"I want you to wear the plug today, like a good whore" he typed, referring to the butt plug he'd took for her from fortress. It took several minutes for her to reply.
"Can't. Have a date tonight, I told you," she said, she know she is having a weird relationship with the reporter.
"What does that have to do with it slut?" he questioned. This time it took nearly 10 minutes for her answer.
"All day, master?" she asked.
"Yes, slut all day" he answered.
"Can't I take it out before my date?" she requested.
"No," he said.
"Please," she appealed.
"I'm not going to tell you again, slut." he returned.
"OK, Master" she relented. After a trip to the bathroom, he scooped up his cell phone and texted Vicki vale, wondering how her dinner was progressing, and if she'd followed his instructions.
"Is it in?" he asked, he about see her using his supersight but decided against it and he thought what the fun in that.
"Yes," she replied, several minutes later.
"Show me," he demanded.
"On a date," she returned.
"Go to the bathroom. Take a picture," he ordered. At the restaurant, Vicki vale dropped the phone into her clutch. She tried to pretend everything was normal, even managing to take a few more bites of her spinach ravioli as her date chattered away. She couldn't focus on the reporter's words, as her mind fixated on Superman. Her red hair, swept up on top of her head, exposed her neck, and every slight breeze made her shiver, thinking of Superman's lips on one of her most sensitive spots.
Somehow, she lasted more than five minutes before excusing herself. She could feel her excitement growing as she crossed the expansive room, forcing herself to walk slowly. Her dress, matching her eyes, which tonight were not covered by the rectangular, black framed glasses she often wore – clung snugly to her body. The shimmering material fell to the middle of her thighs, and left little to the imagination.
Part of her couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. She felt naked, as if everyone in the restaurant knew what she was about to do. Her heart beat faster, and her skin flushed. Surprisingly, there was no line outside the Ladies room. Opening the door, she entered, passed through the lounge area – barely noticing the two women examining themselves in the mirror – and proceeded to the last before the lock snapped home, she had her dress bunched up around her waist.
Retrieving her phone with shaking hands, she nearly dropped it into the toilet. She took a second to calm herself. With her right hand, she reached back and pulled aside the thin strip of her thong. This made the lace front rub against her pussy, and she became aware of how wet she was.
"Oh, God," she moaned, then cringed, hoping no one heard.
Awkwardly, she maneuvered the phone, trying to find a good angle. She attempted three shots before abandoning hope.
"This would be so much easier if I could use the mirror," she whispered, to the walls surrounding her. An idea struck her. Lifting her right leg, she rested her foot on the toilet seat. Crouching slightly, she spread her ass with her left hand, and slipped the phone between her legs. The first try came out blurry. The second was more acceptable, clearly showing the ruby crystal head of the butt plug neatly tucked between her cheeks. Without straightening her clothes, she sent the photograph to Clark kent. Her foot still on the toilet, Vicki vale leaned back, letting her back rest against the tiled wall. She switched her phone to her left hand, and the fingers of her right drifted down her body. Finding the material of her panties, she impatiently tugged it out of the way. Her body shivered as she parted her slick lips, and she aimed the phone in order to take another picture just as it vibrated. She snapped the picture before checking the message.
"Good girl," it said. Before she could reply, another message arrived.
"More."
She smiled, and sent the second picture.
"Looks like someone is excited," he texted back within a minute.
"So wet," she typed, one-handed.
"Still in the restroom?"
"Yes."
"Touching?"
"Sort of."
"What does that mean?" he asked.
"I am master," she said.
"Good girl," he repeated. Rub it hard and fast. Her left leg began shaking and she shifted her right foot from the toilet seat to the floor for more support. Only a minute later, she felt the familiar tingle in her belly. She was close, she wanted to – needed to – cum. Knowing it would please him, she sent another text, asking permission.
"May I cum master?" she asked.
"Not yet slut," man of steel said. Caught off guard by his refusal, she appealed.
"Please! I need to." she pleaded.
"Come to the hotel." he said.
"I can't. I'm on a date," she reminded him.
"And yet you're in a bathroom stall, jerking off while thinking about me," he sent she could object, her phone buzzed again.
"Tell him you're not feeling well. Come to the hotel, and I'll make you cum again and again like a good slut." he fingers hadn't stopped moving, and his words sent her over the edge. She bit her bottom lip – struggling to remain silent – as the orgasm she craved exploded through her. Her body trembled, and her legs threatened to collapse under her. Despite her best efforts, she began gasping for breath. She brought her right hand to her mouth, trying to muffle the sound. Smelling herself on her fingers, she stuck out her tongue and tasted her juices.
"Mmmm," she ran through her body and she considered making herself cum again. An instant later, Vicki vale realized what she had to do. She tried to control her breathing as she unspooled a handful of toilet paper, and wiped away the wetness between her legs. After flushing, she straightened her clothes; twisting her panties back into place, and arranging her dress.
Running her hands over the front, she smoothed the fabric, then exited the stall. Walking to the sinks, she began washing her hands. She heard another flush. In the mirror, she watched the door open two stalls down from where she'd been. A woman – Vicki vale estimated her to be about 10 years older – made her way to the wide vanity. Their eyes met in the mirror. Something in the woman's expression caught Vicki vale's attention.
Their glances lingered and the woman winked at Vicki vale as a knowing smile crept across her lips. Vicki vale felt as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Despite being a performer, and could rarely be accused of being shy, she blushed.
"Oh, it's OK, Honey," the woman said, quietly, as Vicki vale's cheeks turned crimson. "Everyone needs to get off sometime."
As the woman washed her hands, Vicki vale tried to form some kind of response, but could manage nothing more than a bashful grin. With one more wink, the woman left her to her business. Alone now, Vicki vale let out a laugh. Her mind quickly returned to the electricity running through her body. Before leaving the restroom, Vicki vale sent one more text.
"I'll be there." she replied through message, 45 minutes later, Superman hotel room opened the door and she smiled up at him. her eyes sparkled even more than usual.
"Come in, slut," Superman said. As she passed, he released the door, letting it swing closed. He asked for her coat, and hung it in the closet. Turning back to her, he took a moment to appreciate her dress. The erect nipples of her perfect big breasts strained against the thin fabric, as if beckoning him.
Superman pushed her back to the wall and kissed her mouth, hard. Their tongues met and he pressed his body to hers. Each wrapped their arms around the other, holding tightly. They remained there for more than a minute.
"wow you look beautiful slut" he said, when their lips parted.
"How did you know?" she asked, smiling.
"What?" he returned.
"Uh, well, after I sent you that picture, I had to get off," she admitted.
"I told you not to," he admonished.
"I know," she murmured. "But, I couldn't help it."
"Naughty whore," he said.
She nodded several times. "You came without my permission,"
Her eyes lowered to the floor as she anticipated, almost desired, the punishment he was sure to deliver.
"Yes," she took a step back.
"I'm sorry," she whimpered. He remained silent for a few seconds, looking at her.
"Look at me, Vicki vale," he ordered. "I want you to go take a shower."
She opened her mouth, but he cut off her objection.
"I didn't tell you to speak," he said, loudly. "Shower while I decide what to do with you."
The hint of a grin creased her lips as she turned to walk toward the bedroom. Vicki vale entered the sitting room in to the hotel, white terry cloth robes. A single lamp bathed the room in dim light.
"All clean," she sang out. "Have you decided what..."
She stopped talking and stood still. Another woman sat in a chair near the stood beside her. The stranger appeared to be about the same age as Vicki vale, and was obviously of; her skin a beautiful. Long blonde hair hung down past her shoulders. Even from across the room, Vicki vale admired her gorgeous eyes and the bright red lips stretched around the black plastic ball gag in her mouth.
"Come here," Superman said.
"Who...," Vicki vale began, as she moved closer, she could see the woman wearing the hotel uniform.
"This is my wife Dinah," Superman said. "I've invited her to join us."
hint of jealous pass through Vicki vale, Dinah lance's hands were behind her back. She wore a crisp, white, button up, heavy-weight cotton blouse; a black knee-length skirt; black stockings, and strappy, black patent leather heels, which seemed somewhat out of place with the rest of her fairly conservative uniform, Vicki vale estimated them to be at least five inches high, the redhead reporter wonder why his wife is wearing a slutty room servant dress.
"Take off the robe," Superman said, quietly. Vicki vale grabbed the collar, holding it closed. She looked at Dinah lance and shook her head.
"Don't make me tell you again," Superman growled. Her eyes shot to his. She hesitated for a few moments, then opened the robe. Letting it slip from her shoulders, it crumpled noiselessly to the floor. Two pair of eyes examined her naked body, lingering on the green ink tattooed into the skin over her pubic bone.
"Get up, Dinah," Superman ordered. "Stand in front of the window."
she dare not to disobey her husband, He reached out to help her out of the chair. Vicki vale could see silver handcuffs binding Dinah lance's wrists. Smoothly, despite the heels and cuffs, she glided to where he wanted her.
"Undress my wife slut," he said vale, Vicki vale remained motionless for a moment, looking at him. He nodded at her, and she moved toward the woman. In the heels, Dinah lance stood there in her bare feet.
"Start with her skirt," Superman said, turning the chair toward them and sitting down. Unsure, Vicki vale extended her shaking hands, undid the button, then pulled the zipper downward. Dinah lance wiggled her ass as Vicki vale tugged the fabric. It slid down Dinah lance's legs, and rested around her ankles. She wore no panties, and Vicki vale tried to avert her gaze; instead focusing on the skyline beyond Central Park. The light in the room silhouetted their bodies in the window, and though the suite was located on the top floor, anyone who'd been looking could have seen the two women.
"Now the shirt," Superman directed. Vicki vale stepped to her right, as if to move in front of Dinah lance.
"No," Superman insisted. "Reach around from the back."
Her hands proceeded around Dinah lance's body, her palms brushing the bra-less woman's firm C-cup breasts. Dinah lance exhaled – a long, even breath which flowed through the openings in the gag, fogging the window. Vicki vale felt Dinah lance's hard nipples rubbing against the inside of her wrists as she manipulated the buttons of the blouse.
"Pull it to her wrists," Superman said, when she finished. Taking hold, she dragged the starched fabric downward until it reached the handcuffs.
"Push her against the glass," Superman directed. Vicki vale complied, placing a hand in the middle of her back. Dinah lance did not resist, and cried out as her hot skin contacted the cold glass. Her body shivered under Vicki vale's hand, Vicki vale clearly felt weird touching other woman but Dinah love the feeling.
"Oh, God," Vicki vale sighed.
Dinah lance looked back at Vicki vale, and the latter felt a wave of excitement wash over her. Keeping her there for almost a minute, Vicki vale felt goose bumps rise on Dinah lance's flesh. The tingle between her legs grew. She turned her head to look at Superman. Taking a moment to ensure she could keep her voice calm, she opened her mouth.
"Bring her here," he said, before she spoke. Vicki vale released Dinah lance and the two spun to face him. Dinah lance stepped closer and bent at the waist. Superman pulled her down, across his lap, her ass facing Vicki vale.
"Stand in front of us, Vicki vale," Superman commanded.
She did as ordered.
"Spank my wife," Superman said. After hesitating for a moment, she gave Dinah a light slap on her left cheek.
"slut," Superman said, loudly. She struck again.
"Was that hard enough?" Superman asked Dinah lance. Dinah lance shook her head and mumbled something unintelligible around the gag.
"Hit her, Vicki," Superman growled. Vicki vale's hand came down on the flesh, faster and harder this time. The sound of the smack echoed around the room. Dinah lance yelped and her body jumped on Superman's lap.
"I think she liked that," Superman said, observing the horrified look on Vicki vale's face. "Give her more."
She shook her head.
"Hit her harder," Superman insisted. Vicki vale did so, and Dinah lance's body reacted once more. A moan escaped the gagged woman's throat.
"Keep going," Superman said.
Delivering another blow, she looked at Superman. He glanced down at Dinah lance's ass. It was already turning red.
"Now, rub her pussy," he said.
"What?" Vicki vale exclaimed, she really didn't want to touch another woman.
"You heard me," he said. Vicki vale looked at Dinah lance. The bound woman nodded.
"Pleth," she mumbled.
"Touch her," he said. Again, Vicki vale hesitated. Superman reached out to her.
"Give me your hand," he said. She placed her right hand in his, and he guided it downward. Vicki vale's fingertips traced over the small of Dinah lance's back, feeling the warmth of her skin as
Superman conducted them toward the cleft of Dinah lance's ass.
"Fuuuck," the redhead reporter groaned as her fingers slid over Dinah lance's asshole and found her engorged lips.
Dinah lance, though muffled by the gag, returned the sentiment. Superman felt Dinah lance quiver as Vicki vale touched her. Not touching Dinah lance himself, he controlled Vicki vale's movements, making her gently brush against her master wife's pussy.
"Is she wet?" he asked.
"Yessss," Vicki vale purred.
"Put a finger inside," he felt her do so.
"She's so hot," Vicki vale volunteered.
"Do you want to put another one in her?" he asked.
"May I?" she said, answering his question with one of her own. He nodded. Vicki vale added a second finger. Gently, she began sliding the two digits in and out of Dinah lance. Superman listened as the breathing of both women increased. Over his knees, Dinah lance tried to rock back onto Vicki vale's fingers. Superman gave Vicki vale the "come here" sign. She leaned toward him and he grabbed her neck with his right hand. Pulling her closer, he pressed his mouth against hers. They kissed as Dinah lance writhed between them, and Superman slipped his left hand into his wife's. As her pleasure peaked, she squeezed, and he briefly thought her fingers might permanently damage his.
"I think your wife is going to cum," Vicki vale whispered when she broke their kiss.
Superman was sure of it. As Dinah's body trembled, and she moaned around the gag.
"Faster," Superman demanded, releasing Vicki vale's neck. Vicki vale increased the speed and force of her thrusts, and Dinah lance's body began to convulse on Superman's lap. A groan escaped his throat as her orgasm made her side rub against the head of his erect cock through his sweatpants. The fingers of his right hand twisted into Dinah lance's hair and he pulled roughly. She let out a loud grunt as her head bent back.
"Oh, my God," Vicki vale cried out. "She's cumming."
"Don't stop," Superman said.
"Her pussy is crushing my fingers," she told him.
"Keep going," he ordered. Vicki vale complied, struggling to continue moving her fingers as Dinah lance's ecstasy went on and on, lasting several minutes.
"Taste her," Superman vale looked at him quizzically for a moment, then removed her fingers from Dinah lance's cunt, and brought them to her mouth. Slowly, her tongue pushed out between her lips and she licked at Dinah lance's leaned back in the chair as he watched her.
"Is it good?" he asked.
"Mmmm, hmmm," Vicki vale murmured.
"Wanna taste?" she asked, holding out her hand to him.
There wasn't much he wanted more, but he refused.
"We should move to the bedroom," he said. Superman turned to look at Dinah lance. She nodded her agreement as he unsnapped the ball gag.
"I don't think I can stand up yet," Dinah lance said, her breathing still ragged. He smiled at her and patted her ass gently.
"We'll help you," Superman said. Carefully, he easily lifted Dinah lance until she stood upright. She wobbled slightly, but Superman steadied her. After ensuring Dinah lance could walk, Superman led the two women toward the bedroom. As he entered, Superman stripped off his shirt, and tossed it toward a chair. After removing his pants and boxer-briefs, he conducted the women to the side of the bed. Leaning close, he whispered in Vicki vale's ear, then sat down and looked up at her.
"I don't...," she began.
"It was not a request, Vicki vale," he said, gruffly. Hesitantly, Vicki vale turned toward Dinah lance. She raised her right hand and brought it down swiftly, striking the taller due to the heels she still wore woman's left nipple. Dinah lance cried out, and retreated a step.
"Dinah," Superman barked, as he wrapped his right hand around his erect thirteen inch cock. "Don't move."
For a moment, she stared at his, a defiant look on her face, but then nodded.
"Again, Vicki vale," he said. Vicki vale struck, and Dinah lance moaned, but did not withdraw. Her head fell back and her mouth opened as Vicki vale hit her once watched as he stroked him slowly.
"Now, pinch her nipple with one hand, and put the other between her legs," Superman ordered. Dinah lance's legs nearly buckled as Vicki vale touched her.
"Faster, rub my wife faster" Superman said.
"Pleeease," Dinah lance sighed, as Vicki vale rubbed her. Vicki vale released Dinah lance's breast and wrapped her arm around Dinah lance's shoulders, holding her tightly. Dinah lance's breathing became erratic and her body convulsed as Vicki vale's fingers continued pleasuring her. Though she fought to remain standing, Dinah lance's orgasm struck with little warning to the others, and her knees gave out. Superman reached out quickly and helped Vicki vale guide Dinah lance to the floor.
"Don't stop, Vicki vale," Superman said. She didn't cease her efforts, extending Dinah lance's orgasmic bliss by manipulating her slick clit. The sound of the blonde crime fighter's delight filled the room. Vicki vale smiled at Superman as Dinah lance's body shook against hers.
"Are you OK?" Vicki vale asked Dinah lance.
"Came...so...hard," Dinah lance whimpered, barely loud enough to hear.
"I know," Vicki vale laughed. "I was there."
"You made it happen," Dinah said, lifting her face to Vicki vale's. The women kissed as Superman rose from the bed. He picked up his pants and retrieved the keys to the handcuffs. After once more helping Dinah lance stand, he lifted the shirt bunched around her wrists. Working his way through the tangle of fabric, Superman freed her from bondage. She let the shirt fall to the floor, and rubbed her wrists as Superman returned to the bed, sitting propped up against the headboard.
"Come here, Vicki," he said.
She crawled on the bed, advancing toward him slowly.
"No," he said, putting up a hand to stop her. "Stand up."
Vicki vale complied, awkwardly getting to her feet on the mattress. Superman's finger curled, beckoning her to approach him. As she stepped closer, he pointed at his chin. Her head tilted, as if she were confused, then she smiled as his desire became clear in her brain. Maneuvering close to the headboard, her knees bent slightly allowing her cunt to press against his mouth.
"Ohhhh," she groaned, as Superman's tongue touched her clit. As he licked her, his hands found her ankles, then drifted upward, along her calves; over her knees; caressing her thighs, until he cupped her ass. Vicki vale placed her hands, fingers splayed wide, on the wall in front of her.
She felt the bed rock gently and turned her head. Dinah lance crawled on the bed and positioned herself behind them. Superman spread her cheeks, and before she could say anything, Dinah lance's tongue swirled around the plug in her asshole.
"Fuuuuuck," she cried out, rising onto her tiptoes and clawing at the wallpaper.
Dinah grabbed Vicki vale's hips, holding the redhead reporter in place, as tongues probed her from both the front and back. Unable to escape the carnal assault, she leaned forward, resting her forehead against the wall, her eyes screwed shut, and moaned loudly. Tremors ran through Vicki vale's body, and as they continued their efforts, Superman and Dinah lance's mission imperceptibly changed from trapping Vicki vale to supporting her lest her legs buckle as they pleasured her.
"Don't stop," Vicki vale rasped.
Neither harbored any intentions of doing so. Instead, they intensified their individual attacks on her nether regions, combining to drive her inexorably toward the temporary oblivion of orgasm. It took only another minute for her to go over the edge.
Vicki vale managed a brief oral warning of her impending climax, then collapsed, falling into Superman's lap. Dinah lance retreated a few inches to avoid being hurt, but put up her hands to brace Vicki vale. Superman, however, wrapped his arms around Vicki vale's shoulders, preventing her from flopping backwards. Her body convulsed against his as he held her tightly.
Superman kissed her neck as she gasped for breath, and dragged her nails across his skin. Somehow, she managed to whisper his name as Dinah lance slid up behind, and kissed her right her gaze, Dinah lance winked at Superman. He smiled at her, then kissed Vicki vale deeply.
"Did you like that? did you like my husband doing it" Dinah lance asked, leaning close to Vicki vale's ear, Vicki really don't know what to say, she don't know if she loves the feeling of husband and wife fucking her. Breaking the kiss, Vicki vale nodded.
"Couldn't you tell? i know you have fucked him more " she asked in return, looking back, Dinah could sense the hint of jealous in her voice.
"Has anyone ever told you that you have a very pretty asshole, Vicki vale?" the blonde crime fighter asked, smiling,. Vicki vale giggled, shaking her head as she blushed.
"You do," Dinah lance assured her.
"I told you," Superman chimed in. Vicki vale spun to face him.
"Shush, you," she hissed. He delivered a sharp slap to her left butt cheek, and she yelped.
"Giving orders now?" he asked, sternly.
"No," she said, quietly. "I'm sorry."
He stared into her eyes for a moment.
"On your knees, slut," he said, finally to Vicki vale. As she wiggled her way down his body, he spread his legs, and she knelt in front of him. Staring down at his thirteen inch hard cock, she licked her lips.
"May I have it?" she asked, seductively. "Please master."
"Suck my cock," he her right hand around his shaft, Vicki vale stroked him as she lowered her face into his lap, Dinah watched the woman taking his husbands.
"Keep that ass up in the air," Superman demanded. Vicki vale glanced up and gave him a wink. He smiled, then lifted his eyes to survey Dinah lance's body.
"What do you think Dinah lance should do?" he asked Vicki vale, as she again moved her mouth toward his cock.
She stopped and looked back at Dinah lance.
"I...I don't know," she answered, quietly.
"Well, since she thinks your asshole is so pretty, she should have some more of it," Superman said. "Wouldn't you agree?"
"Uh..." Vicki vale began.
"Would you like that, slut?" he asked to Vicki vale.
"Yes master," she said, facing him again.
"Then tell my wife what you want," he said.
"I can't," she said, shaking her head.
"Tell her," he ordered. Vicki vale turned back to Dinah lance.
"Lick me," she said, meekly.
"fucking beg to my wife, slut," Superman thundered.
"please eat my ass, Dinah lance," Vicki vale yelled out.
"Good girl," he said. Dinah lance put her hands on Vicki vale's hips. As her face neared Vicki vale's flesh, Superman grabbed Vicki vale's red hair and directed her head downward. She moaned as Dinah lance's mouth once more rolled around the rim of the butt plug, then proceeded down to her pussy.
Bliss clouded her mind quickly, and Vicki vale fought to collect her thoughts, before closing her lips around the head of Superman's cock. He swallowed hard and tried to control himself. With all that had happened this evening, he was already close. Vicki vale could tell. Her right hand moved to his scrotum and she gently squeezed his big balls, pulling them downward, as she took him deeper.
"Fuck; that's it," Superman groaned, his hips involuntarily lifting off the bed. Vicki vale put her hands on his stomach, pushing him down. She shook her head back and forth several times while holding him in her mouth. His breathing increased quickly. Letting his hand slip from her hair, he clawed at the skin of her shoulder. Dinah lance lifted her head and looked at him.
She smiled as she pushed two fingers into Vicki vale's pussy.
"Faster and harder," he told Dinah lance. Whether Vicki vale thought his order was meant for her, or decided on her own that it was a good idea, she increased the force of her suction as her lips rapidly traveled up and down his shaft; determined to draw the cum out of him, and pleasing him with her skill.
Dinah lance pressed her thumb against the plug in Vicki vale's ass, rubbing it in a circular motion several times, making it shift inside the latter's rectum. Vicki vale mumbled something around Superman's cock, then let the head of his cock slide into the back of her throat. His legs quivered as she held him there, and he could feel the familiar ache growing in his balls.
"wow," he sighed. "I'm gonna cum."
"Mmmm, hmmm," she acknowledged, without pulling back, The vibrations rumbled through him, pushing him beyond endurance. His hands drifted to the back of Vicki vale's head, and then raked at her hair as they fell to the top of the bed.
"I'm cumming," he hissed, Dinah could sense her husband cumming.
"Give it to her, love bath her with you cum," Dinah lance cried out, and used her free hand to slap Vicki vale's ass hard. Vicki vale's body jumped and she moaned as she fought to avoid biting Clark kent. Her hands clutched at his hips, trying to hold on; forcing herself to keep him deep in her throat. He repeated his warning, louder this time, as his hips began to buck.
"Yes, get every drop from my husband, vicki," Dinah lance urged. Superman's fingers tore at the sheet and he grunted loudly as he fired his cum into Vicki vale's belly. Before he'd finished, Dinah lance's fingers brought on another orgasm for Vicki vale. Her body shook atop his and she collapsed forward against him, his cock still dribbling cum slipped from her mouth. Dinah lance adjusted to her new position, continuing to work Vicki vale's pussy and ass, and extending her ecstasy for several more moments.
Carefully, Dinah lance lay down beside them. She kissed Vicki vale's shoulder, and let her tongue trail over the sweaty skin. Vicki vale's body stiffened as Dinah lance manipulated her fingers once more.
"Oh, Dina..." Vicki vale tried to form words, but they disappeared in a gasp. She tried to squirm away, but her movements only increased the pleasure coursing through her.
"Pleeeeease," she sighed, as her eyes rose to Superman's.
"I want you to cum again," Dinah lance whispered.
"I agree," Superman said, smiling as he wrapped his strong arms around Vicki vale's shoulders. He held her tightly as Dinah lance tortured her. Her body had not yet fully recovered from the last orgasm, and the next was already approaching.
"Fuuuck," her voice shook, "I hate you both."
Superman and Dinah lance did not relent. Vicki vale tried to push herself away from Superman, but his power proved too much for her, and the delightful madness Dinah lance's fingers were inciting in her sapped any strength she might have had. A minute later, Vicki vale came again, violently convulsing between their bodies.
"You two are not nice," Vicki vale said, fighting for the air to form each word.
"Awww," Dinah lance teased, her bottom lip poking out in a mock pout. "Poor you."
Vicki vale put her head on Superman's chest as she regained strength. Dinah lance spooned behind her, gently running her fingers through Vicki vale's red hair. As her breathing slowed and heart rate returned to normal, Vicki vale let her hands explore Superman's form, lingering on his inner thighs, scrotum, and mighty shaft is hard again and clearly throbbing. It didn't take long for him to get hard again, the redhead reporter wonder what kind of man can't stay soft.
"Well, somebody woke up again and so soon," she purred.
"Are you looking to cum again, you greedy girl?" he asked.
"You husband and wife created this monster," Vicki vale retorted. She smiled, then clumsily climbed atop him. Rotating her body, she ended up straddling him, her back against his chest. His stiffening penis brushed her wet lips.
"I want it, master," she said Superman didn't answer with words. He forced his right hand between his stomach and her ass, grabbed his shaft. As he held himself, Vicki vale lowered herself deliberately, and the tip of his cock slipped inside her.
"Yesssss," she hissed feeling his big cock penetrated her. As Vicki vale's pussy steadily enveloped his length, he let out a long, low groan. Turning her head, she looked back at him over her right shoulder.
"You like that, master?" she asked. He could only nod. She opened her mouth to say something else, but he put his right hand in the middle of her back and pushed her. She gasped as his cock retreated from her wetness. Dinah lance rolled aside, letting Vicki vale drop to the bed on her hands and knees. Moving quickly, Superman knelt behind her. Placing his left hand on the small of her back, he guided himself back into her with his right.
His hands slid to her hips, and he thrust deep inside her. She cried out and tried to fall forward, but he held her firmly. Dinah lance smiled at Superman as she scuttled around to lie in front of Vicki vale. She spread her legs wide, grabbed a handful of Vicki vale's hair, and pulled her to her sex. Vicki vale didn't resist, and Dinah lance's eyes rolled back as Vicki vale's tongue touched her pussy lips.
"That's it, baby," she sighed. "Lick it."
Superman watched his wife as Vicki vale ate her. A light sheen of sweat covered her beautiful skin, and she rubbed her beautiful big breasts, then pinched her 's mouth fell open as he watched a look of pleasure and pain pass over her face.
Vicki vale placed her hands on Dinah lance's inner thighs, and squeezed the supple flesh. Dinah lance's right hand drifted down her body. She slid the first two fingers between her legs, spreading her slick lips, and began rocking her hips back and forth, attempting to ride Vicki vale's face. Both women moaned, though Vicki vale's was muffled by Dinah lance's pussy.
His eyes still on Dinah lance, Superman gently nudged his right thumb against the head of the butt plug inside Vicki vale, pushing it slightly deeper. Vicki vale sighed and he could tell she was already close to her next orgasm. Dinah lance's head fell back and her body trembled. She mumbled something unintelligible,and Superman was sure she wouldn't last much longer either.
He increased the speed and force of his efforts, shoving himself into Vicki vale. For a few moments, he dropped his gaze, and watched her ass bounce each time his hips met her cheeks. Vicki vale nudged two fingers into Dinah lance's pussy. The action pushed Dinah lance over the edge. She came, crying out as her body arched into the air, and she nearly slid off the bed though Superman wasn't sure if, in her present state of oblivion, she was aware of that danger.
"I need to cum, master," Vicki vale pleaded, looking back at him over her shoulder, Dinah could see the woman's begging to her husband. "May I?"
He smiled as he stared into redhead reporter eyes. Superman could feel the tremors running through her body, she buckled beneath him, and knew she could hold out much longer. With his right hand, he slapped her ass cheek, but didn't answer.
"Pleeeease," she begged wanting to him. Ending her torture, he granted permission.
"Cum for me, slut," he commanded. No sooner had the words left his mouth, when she slammed herself backward, grinding her ass against him as she convulsed. Her cunt contracted; gripping his thirteen inch steel cock tightly, though he continued forcing himself into her. Still in the dying throes of her own orgasm, Dinah lance struggled to turn her body and hold Vicki vale. They kissed and breathed in each other's breath as Vicki vale came. Superman worked his length in and out of Vicki vale for another minute, then pushed her over, grabbed her hips, and flipped her onto her back.
Crawling up between Vicki vale's legs, he slid himself into her once more. Her heels dug into the cheeks of Superman's ass as he sank into her. Vicki vale gasped loudly. Dinah lance put her hands on the sides of Vicki vale's face and kissed her hard. Their tongues danced around as Superman wanted nothing more than to join the kiss, but lowered his head and took Vicki vale's right nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking it with his tongue. Vicki vale writhed as her body raced toward yet another orgasm. Slipping his arms under her, Superman embraced Vicki vale, and their bodies moved in unison.
"Cum in me, master, please," Vicki vale howled, turning her face from Dinah lance's. He was too close to object to her demanding tone. Superman rammed himself into Vicki vale again as her pussy once more constricted around him. Their bodies tensed momentarily, then convulsed violently as they came together. Superman groaned as he fired stream after stream of cum deep inside Vicki vale.
"wow, this is so fucking hot," Dinah lance sighed as her bedmates strained against each other. Superman smile at her.
"You're gonna kill me one these days by just fucking me," Dinah said Superman sighed, more than a minute later. He smiled and started to kiss Vicki vale's neck, the redhead moanamed feeling the blue eyes reporters hot mouth on her sensitive spots.
"But, what a way to go," Vicki vale whispered as his lips nuzzled her skin.
"Are you two trying to make me sick?" Dinah lance teased, then stuck out her tongue.
All three laughed, before Dinah lance leaned in to kiss Vicki vale's shoulder. Her lips slowly moved along Vicki vale's collarbone; her tongue trailing over the skin as she proceeded to Vicki vale's the two women kissed, Superman groaned and rolled off Vicki vale, collapsing on her right side.
"wow that was intense," Vicki vale giggled.
"i am sure fucking my husband is really intense," Dinah retorted. Vicki vale turned and let her chin rest on his chest. Her eyes locked on his face. Dinah lance shifted her body to once more spoon with Vicki vale. Nearly 10 minutes passed as they lay quietly.
Dinah lance gave Superman a quick peck on the lips, then turned and kissed Vicki vale deeply, forcing her tongue into Vicki vale's mouth. Suddenly the door opened Vicki vale covered her nude body with bedsheet, he could see a beautiful tall woman wearing a glass, Vicki vale could see the most beautiful woman she ever saw.
"who is she?" Vicki vale asked to Superman. The woman kissed Superman.
"she is pretty," The woman said to Superman, "oh, i forgot to introduce you my name is Diana prince, i am Clark's first wife,"
"what?, she turned to Clark and asked, "how many wives do you have,"
"seven" Diana said.
"fuck you Clark, i am leaving," Vicki stand up, single wife she felt fucking weird, but suddenly she felt really angry fucked a man who has seven wives, before she could stand she was bondage in yellow rope, she couldn't speak.
"Don't worry Kal, i will personally train her as a good slut," Diana said.
"i know you will my love," he said to the amazon princess, the kissed and fucked, Vicki vale helplessly watched Superman fuck his two wives mercilessly they moanamed like a common whore, she wonder what kind of mess she got into, but she night tell her pussy clearly dripping with desire.
A/N = Hai guys reviews are welcome.