This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
My name is Jessica Steele. I'm a superheroine, going by the name of Super Gal.
My customary outfit is a gold spandex leotard and red high heeled boots. Superheroines derive their power from their sexiness. I am incredibly sexy. Tall, blonde, built like a brick house but slender in the waist, with long legs, I am the epitome of sexiness.
I used to be only a small-time superheroine. Having come to the peak of my powers, I decided to make a career move. I applied to become a full-time superheroine in this here new city, the city of Sunnyvale.
Today, mayor Laura Lesley has invited me for a meet-up to discuss my credentials.
I enter the Sunnyvale municipal building dressed in my superheroine outfit. Everyone there stops and stares. Self-consciously I walk passed the doorman, the receptionist, cross the lobby feeling all those eyes on my bumper tits, my thick, juicy ass. I do love to be ogled like that...
I am flushing a bit when I enter the elevator and push the button for the top floor. The secretary waves me through, giving me a fat wink as I pass. I walk into the mayor's office and stand before her desk. She looks up from her laptop over steel-rimmed glasses. She whistles when she sees me.
"Hello, Super Gal, don't you look hot today!"
I wish she wouldn't say stuff like that, it... it makes me blush.
She checks her watch. "I've got five minutes. I wonder what I should do with you in that time...."
What does she mean? I am Super Gal! She is embarrassing me!
Casually she takes of her glasses and puts them on the desk. Shakes back her auburn hair. She stands up and slowly removes her blazer. Her short black skirt reveals her shapely legs and ass. Inside her white blouse her large breasts jiggle profusely when she walks up to me from behind the desk. She stops to look me all over from head to toes!
Next thing I know she's passing behind me and before I can say anything gives me a resounding smack on my fat, delicious ass!
A burning sensation spreads through the thick flesh. My cheeks flush. Caught by surprise like this, I don't know what to say.
"You like that, hot stuff?"
Don't call me that, I am Super Gal!
However, despite myself, I almost imperceptibly nod.
"Good girl," she murmurs. "Tell you what... here's another one!"
She smacks my other asscheek, the sensitive flesh shuddering under her hand.
I bite my lip involuntarily, the blood rushing into my face.
"You can't...." I start.
She presses her body close, her tits pushing up against mine.
"I can do what I want, Super Gal. I run this town."
She keeps circling me, like a... cougar circling its prey.
She lays her hand on my ass, and before I know what's happening, takes hold of my leotard and pulls it up, roughly, wedging the fabric tightly between my shaking asscheeks.
I cannot control my composure. Against my will I begin to blush violently.
She maintains her hold on my leotard, giving short little pulls all the while.
Every time she does that, the fabric rubs over my pussy, digging into it.
She brings her mouth up to my ear and whispers: "Does that make you feel good, sweety?"
My voice sticks in my throat when I start to protest.
She starts to caress my asscheeks, sometimes slapping them lightly.
"I love how they shake when I hit them like that, honey. You sure have the most spankable ass in town!"
Her words make me blush so bad my cheeks burn!
"I think..." she says in a drawling voice, "I'm (slap!)... going (slap!)... to (slap!)... make (slap!)... you (slap!)... cum!"
My asscheeks quiver and quake under the continuous barrage, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I start to feel woozy...
