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2 - Nova
I felt like I was living in dream. As I walked the street I couldn't stop smiling. Not only was my body practically glowing with pleasure from being thoroughly and brutally hammered by big fat super goddess cock, but my career was on the rise as well. In an uncertain world of new and amazing experiences I felt charmed and chosen. Everything seemed to be going my way.
My name is Veronica Martinez. I'm nobody special. A sexy half Latina blonde in a world of magic, monsters and super beings. I'm a reporter, journalist, and entertainer but if there is one thing that defined me more than any other it would have to be, her.
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It had been several weeks since I met the superheroine Typhoon. She saved my life, took me into her big strong arms, and proceeded to fuck the living shit out of me as an encore. The things that goddess did to me with her huge black cock were beyond obscene. She used and abused me and I worshiped her for it. She utterly ruined me and I loved every second.
As I tried to resume my life in the aftermath of being fucked stupid by my gorgeous savior, I felt sure what we had shared had been a one time thing. I'd never been with a superhero before, so I wasn't sure what rules there were to follow. It wasn't long before I got a second lesson in the way things were going to be.
I woke the next night with a strong hand at the back of my neck, my covers torn away and the heat of a wet mouth on my shoulder. She didn't even speak as she slid her massive dick between my cheeks and tore her way right through my little cotton panties, impaling my asshole on the length of her goddess shaft. All I could do was grab hold of the covers in my fists and grit my teeth as she used me, throwing her full length into my opening over and over as she grunted and groaned her pleasure. When at last she finished with me, I felt my gaping asshole drooling as her dick slid out from inside me. A kiss on my ear and soft words spoken followed by a gust of wind as she left me behind to return to purpose.
"I must go." She purred. "I will return."
It was an hour or so before I could even stand. I felt utterly destroyed, and I was grinning from ear to ear as I reached back to slide my fingers through the juices she had left inside me, bringing them to my lips to slake my thirst on her gooey treasures. You may expect I felt slighted, being used as I was. On the contrary. Bliss is the only word I can use to describe every moment I shared with her, even as fleeting as it was.
Two days later I was curled up on my couch watching the evening news. For once I was being interviewed myself. Someone had seen me rescued by Typhoon on the first day we met and singled me out to ask me about my experience. Obviously I made something up. Being raped by a sugar-cocked titan would have been a more delicious story, and the truth. The public didn't need to know all that.
As I watched the television and rolled my eyes at my choice of attire and that aweful turquoise necklace I had worn, soft and incredibly powerful hands found my shoulders from behind. I hadn't heard the latch on my balcony doors, nor felt the gentle breeze of the night as she entered. I turned to her with a smile, opening my mouth as she slid her cock between my lips. This time she wasn't as rushed with me. I must have sucked her for an hour before she finally brought me to my bed and punished my pussy and ass well into the night.
She came for me again and again, covering my hot mouth with her own and defiling my body in new and wonderful ways each time. It was so random and surreal what we shared, but I wanted every moment of it. I knew I would never deny her, not that she would have cared. She fucking owned me now.
When I dropped a taped interview on my managers desk one morning he was beside himself with shock. It was only audio of course, since I had recorded it in the aftermath of my most recent violation, naked and curled up in her powerful arms as she soothed my body. I tried to be as professional as I could despite my gaping holes and slippery cum-slathered skin.
In the interview I told what I could of Typhoon's tale. She'd come to our world along with many others like herself through a kind of rift between realities. There had been some massive battle of heros and villains where she was from, and a clash of good verses evil had fractured the walls between our worlds. In the aftermath she had chosen to stay behind in our world rather than return to her own. The evil that had come through with her required a hero to keep it in check. She would likely never see her world again, but had given herself to ours in an ultimate sacrifice. If I hadn't already been enamoured with her, that fact would have broken me. For a solid five hours after i turned the recorded off I worshiped at her thick ebony shaft with my mouth and ass. She deserved nothing less.
As I said, my career began to sky rocket after the tape was made known. I went from street reporter specializing in puff pieces to world class investigative journalist reading my headlines from behind a desk alongside a silver haired icon of the daily news. Jeff is great by the way, a real sweetheart, even if he does spend a lot of his time checking out my legs. Who can blame him?
People began to see me in the streets and rush me with questions about Typhoon and other heros like her. I was happy to share what I knew, within reason of course. My sex life wasn't on the table, but what I had learned of Typhoon and her world I was happy to share.
One of my favorite pass times is jogging at a beachside park near where I live. It's secluded enough to give me some reprise from my throngs of fans and allow me to keep in shape. Not that wrestling with a black powerhouse that can lift fire engines with her pinky isn't workout enough, but I do like the warmth of the sun on my face and the sound of the ocean as I run.
It had been almost two days since I had last felt the sweetness of my lover throbbing inside me, and so I decided to steal some time for myself. I tied my platinum mane back in a bouncy pony tail and slipped on my faded POWERHOUSE GYM tank top that hung so high on my beautiful tits that the bottoms of my sexy melons peaked. hot pink boy-cut shorts hugged my thick bottom as though I had painted them on, and I wore leg warmers and my favorite bright white cross trainers as I hit the beach for a long run. I like to show skin. I love being watched. As I set out on my journey I had no doubt I would get some looks.
The day was sweltering. It had to be over 90 degrees in the shade but I was loving it. Thanks to my fathers hispanic heritage, I don't sweat so much as glisten. I like the way the heat feels on my body. I don't mind men and women alike watching me either.
I could feel eyes on me as I rounded a rocky cove near my favorite beach. For a moment there was a shadow of something passing between me and the sun overhead. I bit my lip as I imagined her following me. The ocean was calm, but ace reporter that I was I was predicting a sudden typhoon. God! My hot little asshole was already twitching in my shorts.
A wave of heat hit me out of nowhere. There was a blinding light as though I had looked into the sun, and I felt a moment of light headedness overwhelm me as I stopped mid jog to try and right myself. I felt someone standing behind me, but as I turned I felt the world spinning around me. Bright light faded to absolute black as I fell. I never hit the ground.
I woke some time later laying in a bed of white satin surrounded by a sea of pillows. The bed was an antique with gossamer white silk hanging all around me and the scent of jasmine on the air. My shoes were gone, but the rest of my outfit had been left in place, my skin still warm and shimmering from my run. I knew I couldn't have been out for very long.
"Typhoon?" I called out softly as I saw movement from beyond the veil of my bed. A figure was circling me, as if watching me sleep. She was tall, with pretty curves and a sculpted body. I could only see her silhouette at first, but she was strong and the way she carried herself spoke to a woman with incredible power.
As the veil parted and my captur revealed herself she was smiling. It wasn't my Typhoon, but I had no doubt it was one of her kind. Bright, almost glowing green eyes were intoxicating to look upon and her skin was a deep bronze with hair as bright red as fire in the night.
I thought when i first met my beloved Typhoon that her chosen costume was revealing, but my hostess was obscene on a level I had never before encountered. Goddess! Did they all have such massive fucking dicks?
"No. Not her." She spoke, striking a pose in all her near naked glory before me. With hands on her hips, the metallic angel wore a pair of black boots that came to mid thigh, wicked high heels adding several inches to her already towering frame. She wore a criss cross of black material that covered and lifted her massive tits while letting the flesh of them spill free from the top and bottom. She wore nothing on her lower half, her naked dick and colossal cum-filled balls on full display. I couldn't help but stare. My mouth was watering.