Chapter 4 - Sam
"...And that was the scene in downtown ButterWater Bay this evening as the malevolent Dr. Disaster was defeated by the combined power of the super titans Typhoon and Ravage. We owe them both a debt that can never be repaid in my opinion. I know this reporter will sleep safe tonight knowing they are out there watching over us all." I said, turning to the camera and flashing my trademark smile.
"Doesn't it worry you that these... creatures are capable of such incredible destruction on their own?" My co-anchor Jeff spoke from my side, turning with a look of concern on his brow. "That Ravage? So big and violent."
"It doesn't worry me in the least." I said. I still think Jeff is a sweetheart, but he's a typical man. Threatened by a strong women. If he knew how big her beautiful green cock was, he'd likely hide under his table for a week. "You saw yourself how Ravage dove between that blast and a bus full of children. Lets not mistake raw power for danger. She's a true hero, just like Typhoon. Just imagine where we would be without them."
"That's a wrap people." The director called out, bringing our broadcast to a close as we faded to black. Jeff shrugged as he stood and removed his microphone. I didn't have to remove my own. Before I could even reach for it there were tender hands at my collar. I looked up and smiled as I saw a familiar face tending to my needs.
"You don't have to do that, Sammy." I said. She blushed.
Samantha Karlson is my camera girl, assistant, sidekick, and all around girl Friday. She's absolutely adorable, with a short mussed asymmetrical blonde bob-cut, a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her nose, a tight little body, and a perfect little heart shaped booty. If Miley Cyrus were about 20% cuter and had a thicker juicier ass, the two of them could be sisters. I'd keep Sam in my pocket and carry her around with me if I could. At nineteen years old she was just to adorable. I admit it. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her.
"I like doing it." She said, removing my microphone and stepping back. She struck her signature pose for me, hands tucked behind her back, posture perfect as she waited like an anxious puppy for my next command. "You deserve to be treated like a star. You're... You're incredible."
I stood, gathering up my notes and giving her a nod to follow as I led her back to my dressing room. She was smiling so brightly that we could have made our way in the dark, bouncing along at my side with a skip to her step.
I could feel her eyes on my body as I led the way, my ass perfectly framed in a mid-thigh length charcoal skirt, dark stockings, and a cream colored blouse that I always left open to the third button. Professional or not, I love showing off my big titties. Let the men drool and the women balk. I've had super-goddess cum slathered across these massive melons of mine, and they deserve to be shown.
I reached for my dressing room door but her hand was there before I could open it, stepping aside and following me as she regarded me with awe. As I removed my earrings and set them aside I turned to face her, sitting on the edge of my desk and taking her in. Her jeans had those little slash cuts at the knees that were always so trendy, and she wore cute little Chuck Taylor tennis shoes. Her top was a t-shirt with the station logo printed across her perfect little bouncy c-cups and her long neck looked so sexy it took an effort not to go full vampire on her. The hint of her taught little tummy peaked from beneath her shirt and the way the light glinted off her belly button ring made my pussy swell.
"I've told you time and again that you don't have to treat me like I'm some kind of royalty, Sam." I explained to her. "You were right there with me down town. You were in the heat of it right at my side, that camera on your shoulder holding your ground like a fucking boss."
She blushed as I complimented her. I couldn't have imagined her being more endearing as she bit the corner of her lip and averted her eyes, looking down at her tennis shoes as I lavished my praise upon her. Beneath that little top i could see her nipples getting pointy and fat for me. The blush on her cheeks was evident too, and the way she pinched her thighs together told me all I needed to know about the state of that steaming little pussy. She was so fucking hot. How could I have gone so long without devouring that gorgeous little cunt.
"Things are getting crazier out there, Sammy." I said, moving from the desk and stepping past her as I locked my dressing room door. As I turned back to face her I caught her checking me out from behind. My skirt was very form fitting, and my silk blouse hugged my body nicely as well. I grinned as I kicked off my heels and met her in the center of the room, reaching out to take her hand and pull her closer to me. "It's a lot more dangerous than it was a year ago. I know I can always count on you, but I want to look out for you too. If this is to much for..."
"No!" She bust out. "Sorry. No Ma'am. I... I need to be there for you. I mean. It's the job. I..." She stammered, and with every word that came out of her I felt my desire for her growing. As she spoke, I pulled her closer. "It's not to much. I... We... I would never leave your side. It's... It's not to much, Ma'am."
"No?" I asked her. "Not to much?" I pulled her even closer, slipping my hand around her waist and bringing our bodies together. Her nose and mine were just an inch apart as I looked deeply into her eyes. "Sure this isn't... to much?" I asked, no loger talking about the danger we faced together.
"No." She swallowed hard as I guided her hand to my hip. "Not to much. Not at all." She said softly.
I'd guided her hand to touch me, but now that her soft little fingers were in place I could feel her gripping me, squeezing me. The way we were standing allowed my stocking clad thigh to brush against her jeans between her thighs. The heat coming off her little muffin was incredible. FUCK! How could I have ignored her for so long.
The truth is I had known Sam since she was years younger, the daughter of one of the station executives. She had always been adorable, but had only been working for me since she'd turned eighteen. Maybe it was my newfound sexual awakening, having been brutally impaled on so much big beautiful super titan cock. I'd always been a sexual person, but Typhoon and others of her kind had changed me. I was like a predator in search of pleasure. How could I have gone so long with little Sam at my side without stripping her naked and bathing her with my mouth.
I kissed her. Totally unprofessional, I know. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my mouth onto hers and she melted against me as I fed her my tongue and felt her wet little lips encircle it and begin to suck. With my fingers sliding up the back of her neck I teased them through her pretty blonde hair and guided her as I devoured her sweet lips. Sexy as she was, I was certain I wasn't her first kiss; probably not even her first girl. I wondered for moment if I would be the first woman ever to fist fuck her tight little asshole.
Before Typhoon had become my lover and I had discovered a world of no inhibitions, I had been as guarded and careful with my sexuality as anyone else. All that had changed over the last months. I wanted to bring my adorable little Sammy into the fold and show her the pleasures I had discovered.
"I'm gonna fuck you." I purred to her as our kiss broke, reaching down and popping open the button of her jeans. I slid my hand inside them, down across her tight little tummy and over cute little pink cotton panties. She mewled as I cupped her pussy in my palm and nudged her with my nose, bringing her eyes back to mine as I felt her sopping muffin quivering in my hand. "I'm gonna make your little pussy drip baby, I'm gonna take your ass too. Are you ready for that?"
She nodded. I don't think she was capable of speech. She just stared back at me, her body trembling as I handled her. As my fingers molded the cotton over her gooey sex she pressed against me, once more sucking in her lower lip as she settled her heat into my searching fingers.
"I wanna hear you say it." I told her. I kissed her again, licking the innocence from her pretty lips as I teased the fabric of her panties aside and entered her with two fingers, slipping them deep into her well greased little passage. "I'm going to fuck your pussy, ruin it too. Say it."
"You... You're going to ruin my pussy." She spoke, so soft it was barely a whimper. "You're gonna fuck me."
"What else?" I asked, leaving her mouth behind to search out her little ear and give it a playful tug between my teeth. "Tell me what else, you sweet little whore?" I asked. She shook as I spoke to her like that. No one else ever had. She needed to hear it, so I repeated myself. "You're my little play-toy whore, and I wanna hear the words. Tell me Sam. What else?"