*Author's note: I unfortunately neither have the time nor the motivation to finish River City Superheroine the way I envisioned. These Story Scraps are roughly edited and in approximate order, but some notes and out-of-sequence scenes are left in.*
Oliver was working late, again. It sucked working for the Three Kings, but he needed the money. And it wasn't all bad; his dick throbbed a bit thinking back to his encounter with the super. Everyone could see she had a sexy body, but who knew she was such a slut? It felt like she needed his cock in her mouth, and she drank all his cum too!
Thinking of that wonderful blowjob, he was sure it was the best he'd ever had, maybe the best he ever would have. Fuck, I'll need to go home and jerk off again, he thought. Sure he could go to the Scarlet Lounge and pay a stripper to bang him, but nothing really compared anymore. He checked his phone. It had been three weeks since he gave the super his number, yet still no messages. He sighed. Of course not. Why would a superhero text him for a hookup? It just sounds ridiculous. His cock was really stiff now. Fuck, he might have to jerk off here before he went home.
He looked around. The warehouse was empty; everyone else had gone home already. He pulled out his dick and started stroking. He thought about the super's big tits, how turned on she got from sucking his cock, and especially how she let him fuck her face. He -
"Ahem," a voice said behind him.
Oliver's blood ran cold. He was fired for sure. He turned his head and saw a gorgeous woman wearing a skintight bodysuit, her cleavage straining against her lowered zipper, and a smirk wearing red lipstick. An ornate mask covered her upper face.
"M-Masquerade?" Oliver asked in disbelief. "What are you...? Take what you want, I promise I won't say anything!" The thief had been causing problems for months for the Three Kings, and rumor was she was just as likely to send you to the hospital as she was to end up on her knees. Oliver thought it best to play it safe.
Masquerade sauntered up to him, her chest bouncing with every step. "Is that so? Anything I want?" She stood right in front of him now.
He gulped and nodded, trying not to stare at her boobs threatening to burst from her bodysuit. He went to put his deflating erection away.
"Not so fast," she said. "I want your cock." Masquerade reached out, batted his hands away, and started stroking his shaft back to life.
Unlike with the super, Oliver had the foresight not to question his good fortune this time, but he couldn't hide the bewildered look on his face.
"You said I could have anything I want." Masquerade answered his unasked question and got on her knees.
Oliver's eyes widened. Turns out there was truth to the rumor after all. Masquerade's soft lips wrapped around his cock head, and Oliver started seeing stars. He could do nothing but moan as the thief's warm mouth made love to his cock. She swallowed his shaft and licked his head with every bob, and Oliver couldn't hold on. After not longer, his whole body stiffened and his cock erupted without warning.
Unperturbed by the first few spurts that landed on her face, Masquerade stroked him and sucked eagerly on his tip until Oliver was dry. Oliver, overwhelmed by pleasure, sat down on a nearby box.
Masquerade smiled as she licked the cum off her face. "So, who did you like better?"
Oliver, still panting from exhaustion, couldn't gather his thoughts. "What?"
"Me or the super, who gives the better blowjob?"
He could only open and close his mouth, speechless. What could he say? He promised the super he wouldn't tell anyone about the blowjob.
"Can't say, huh?" Masquerade walked over to Oliver and straddled him. "I'll give you something she didn't."
"What do you m-" Oliver was interrupted by Masquerade kissing him, but that might not be the right word. It was like she was dominating his mouth with her tongue. After a few minutes of passionate tongue wrestling, Oliver felt his cock stiffen again, and Masquerade felt it too. She got up and unzipped her body suit, giving him a view of her beautiful bronze body and her big breasts. Oliver saw her nipples were hard already. Masquerade straddled him again, this time sliding his cock into her warm, wet pussy.
"Oh, fuck," Oliver muttered. He could feel she was wet already, and she was so tight.
"Oh, yeah! Your thick cock feels even bigger inside me," Masquerade moaned. She started thrusting her hips, and Oliver almost came. Her big globes jiggled right in his face. He reached out and squeezed them. Masquerade moaned.
