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Super Hero Ch. 01

By: BothWorld



It was another Thursday night at Dick's Last Resort. The guys met there after work every Thursday for a drink. They always got a kick from the name as the place was little more than a dive bar with a few coin operated pool tables. It was the very last place on Earth men could light a cigar in public and not get arrested. There was never much of a crowd at Dick's, which was fine. All they were interested in was a few drinks, maybe a game or two, and shooting the shit. 

"I'm thinking about renting out one of my rooms," Gary said. 

"Dude! Are you serious?" Harry said. 

"Yeah, why not? The divorce cleaned me out pretty good. There's a guy at work who rented out one of his rooms and he said it worked out pretty good." 

"So, who you going to rent to?" Ed asked. 

"Whoever has money." 

"Dude, you need to think this out a little. First of all, you don't want to rent to just anybody. There is a lot of riffraff out there. Personally, I think it should be a chick. You don't want some guy moving in," Harry said. 

"Oooh now you're talking," Ed said. "What you need is a hot chick like the one over there by the wall. How would you like waking up to her everyday? Huh?" 

"Sweet!" Harry agreed. "But if you can't get her...then get a stripper. She should definitely be a stripper," Harry chuckled. 

"Ex-stripper," Ed corrected. 

"What?" 

"You want the experience, but not the drama. She should be a young, good looking, ex-stripper," Ed snickered. 

"Gee, thanks guys. That's a big help," Gary said sarcastically. He glanced over at the chick by the wall. "She is nice looking. It should be a chick...I'll give you that." 

"Or maybe a female wrestler," Ed continued. "They wear those costumes, you know? That would be hot." 

"Wrestlers, strippers...you got this all wrong," Harry said seriously. "Strippers are trouble; a wrestler might kick your ass. But let's face it...you want something nice to look at, right?" 

"Yeah, of course." 

"Then what you need is a super hero!" Harry said starting to laugh. He couldn't keep a straight face any longer. The others laughed too. "Check it out," he said pulling out a cigar, "They don't cause trouble, they fix trouble. They only kick your ass when you fuck up." He paused to put some fire to it. "But Ed was right about the costume thing... that's just fucking hot. You need a freaking super hero." 

"Yeah, I'm glad I brought this up. You guys are really good at this," Gary chuckled. "Let me see if I got this right. I need a young, good looking super hero who wears a sexy costume and fixes shit. Oh, and is looking for a room," he laughed. "Yeah, I bet those grow on trees..." 

He took the last sip of his drink, "OK, that's if for me. I got to get out of here. I have an early day tomorrow." 

"Take it easy man," Ed said. 

"Hey, I'll get you one of those secret whistles. You'll get a roommate in no time. All you have to do is blow," Harry laughed holding up his beer. Gary waved them off and headed home.  

Ed and Harry ordered another beer. "You know what we should do?" Harry said. "We should place the ad for him." 

Ed laughed. "Yeah, right!" 

"No really...he'll get a kick out of it," Harry smiled. 





Gary received a very strange phone call a week later. It sounded like a young woman and she was asking about the room. He surmised she was somebody's friend as he had not placed an ad. 

He told her about the room and she said she was interested. She sounded nice enough, so he invited her over to take a look. If things worked out, he wouldn't have to place an ad after all. 

An hour later he received another call. It was another young female. He decided to ask her how she got his number and she said the ad. But he hadn't placed an ad. He asked her what ad and she said the one in the People's Voice. 

Clearly there was an ad with his number. And there was only one way that could happen. It had to be the guys. He made an appointment with her as well and headed to the newspaper stand to get a copy of the People's Voice. 

And there it was: 

Room for rent. Great location, rate negotiable. Youth a plus. Only female super heroes need apply. Costume required. 555-1212. 

Holy shit! He couldn't believe it. They went way too far this time. Well, it was funny. He wished they hadn't put his real number in there. 

Who in their right mind would respond to an ad like that? Oh my god. Were these girls going to show up in super hero costumes? 

What in the world did they think of him...placing an ad like that. He laughed. The whole thing was crazy. 

Then he came to his senses. The guys probably set that up too. Nobody was going to show up. They were just yanking his chain. 

No one was more surprised than him when the first girl actually showed up. No, she was not wearing a costume. Yes, she was young and appeared to be very much into the punk rock scene. She mentioned several of her favorite super heroes, all female, thinking that would improve her chances as she checked out the room. 

He quickly realized she was not a setup. If she was, she was a damn good actress. And funny, very funny although he was sure she was not trying to be. He took her number and said he would give her a call, but there was no way. She was covered in tattoos and had a metal thing going through her nose. 

He called the guys and told them the story. There was nothing but laughs on the other end of the phone. They admitted to placing the ad, but denied sending anybody over. They were stunned someone would actually call on that ad. 

Four hours later the second girl dropped by. And yes, she was wearing a costume! She had all this blonde hair and bright red heart shaped sunglasses. He couldn't believe it. He kept a straight face and invited her in. 

"Wow! I like that costume," he said impressed. 

She pushed her heart shaped sunglasses up, "Thanks!" She threw her cape back and spun around so he could get a good look. 



It started with a bright red cape held together at the neck with a golden "P." Her top was little more than a red leather bustier that held her ample cleavage up and out while tapering her waist down to her hips where she wore the shortest of short pleaded skirts something akin to a cheerleading outfit. The thick belt around her waist had a holster on each side that appeared to contain nightsticks. And to top it all off she wore thigh high red leather boots that laced up the front with four inch stiletto heels.

She had the bluest eyes and long curly blonde hair. And that ass!

"So...are you a super hero?" he asked cautiously. 

"Of course!" she responded holding out her arms indicating her costume. "Isn't it obvious?" she smiled.

He smiled back. "What does the P stand for?" 

She puffed out her chest proudly, "Commandress Penis." 

"Oh man!" he chuckled. That one caught him off guard. But she wasn't laughing. "Yes, of course. Commandress Penis," he said reassuringly. "Tell me Commandress, what exactly do you do? Do you have super powers?" he asked deciding to play along. 

"I thought it was obvious..." she said with a sexy smile, "I command penises." 

Whew! This just got better and better he thought holding back the laughter. He had to admit she was good. And that costume! It took some guts to wear that thing in public. 

"So...what's with the nightsticks?" he asked trying to keep a straight face. 

"Oh these..." she said reaching for the holsters. "These are not nightsticks," she said pulling out two very life-like dildos. 

"Wow!" This chick had balls, he gave her that. 

"These are just some of the tools I use," she said running one across her luscious red lips. 

His eyes were immediately drawn to the perfectly shaped penis. He felt that familiar stiffening in his crotch. "Care to try?" she asked offering the other. 

"Uh...no thanks," he smiled. Suddenly the air was filled with sexual tension. "Would you like to see the room?" he asked changing the subject. 

She could see she had made him uncomfortable. She smiled. Men often had that reaction. She holstered both cocks and pulled her sunglasses back in place, "Absolutely. Lead the way." 

He walked down the hallway to the back bedroom. The sound of her heels hitting the hardwood floor was just behind him. He opened the door and moved to the side. 

The Commandress walked into the room and looked around. She checked out the closet, looked out the window. "Great view," she said. Her smile was alluring. "How much did you say the rent was?" 

"Let's call it a hundred a month," he said testing the water. 

"Mmm...sounds a little stiff," she said peering over her sunglasses at him. "The ad said it was negotiable." He watched as her eyes dropped down to his crotch followed by a wicked little grin. She stepped over to him, eased her hand to his crotch catching him off guard. "Feels like you are a little stiff. It seems my powers are working just fine on you." She ran her tongue along her lips suggestively, "What if I take care of this for you...say once a week? That should be worth a hundred a month...wouldn't you say?" 

He just smiled. 

"Here," she said unzipping his pants. "Let's call this a security deposit...shall we?" She had his cock out with the flip of the wrist. "Mmm... nice," she said pushing her sunglasses up and dropping to her knees. Her pretty blue eyes stared him in the face as she ran her tongue over the tip of his cock.

He muffled a groan. His eyes were locked on hers, her tongue, his cock. It had been a while since he had gotten head. And the way she rolled that tongue was very promising.  

He watched as those pretty red lips consumed the head of his cock and immediately felt her tongue going up his slit. The moan slipped from his mouth before he realized it. 

She pulled back, held his cock between those perfectly polished fingernails. "So do we have a deal?" she smiled. 

He looked down at her pretty blue eyes and luscious red lips. Her ample chest was bulging out of her costume. "Oh yeah...we have a deal." 

She smiled. "You know...most guys like to watch when I do this. I think it's kind of sexy. Should I pull my hair out of the way?" 

"Sure..." he beamed. She must have read his mind. He loved watching his dick get sucked. She was too good to be true. 

She took her hair in one hand, did a little flip and had it in a loose knot to one side giving him a perfect view. 

She ran her red lips up his shaft slowly. It was easy to see that she loved cock. You just can't fake that kind of thing. She pulled away and stared at it affectionately. "You have a really pretty one," she said admiring it. 

She leaned forward and kissed the tip. She felt it jerk between her fingers, which brought a smile to her face. She waited a moment knowing she had his undivided attention. Then she kissed it again causing another jerk. She noticed the little dollop of pre-cum oozing from the tip. "Awe...how cute," she said snaking her tongue to whip it off. 

Everything went into slow motion. Her tongue lapped that pearl of cum and took it back inside her mouth. She tightened her fingers around his shaft, pulled up his length summoning more ooze to appear. She giggled. It was the sexiest giggle he had ever heard. She leaned in and claimed her prize. "You taste good," she said talking to his dick. 

Then as an after thought she looked up at him. "You don't mind if I take my time with this?"

His cock jerked once again. "No, no...please...whatever you want." 

She gave him that wicked little grin of hers, "Good answer." 

Thus began the most incredible blowjob he had ever received. It was like a work of art. Everything about it was perfection. The way she moved, the way she looked, the things she did, all perfect. Not too fast, not too slow. It was abundantly clear that she literally loved cock! She paid homage to it as if worshipping a prize from the heavens. 

He had lost track of time and everything else for that matter. Watching her was the single most erotic thing he had ever witnessed. It was hypnotic to the extreme. 

Having taken him to points heretofore only dreamed of, she pulled away saying, "I love to swallow..." And with that she rolled those luxurious lips down his length one more time. His body started to shake, his knees wobbled, even his vision blurred. He swore he could feel his balls contract, his sperm racing up his shaft as lightening bolts ripped his brain to shreds. 

For several glorious moments the entire world consisted of those lightening bolts completely frying everything he had known and loved, every thought he had ever had, every thought he ever hoped to have as he pumped oceans straight down her throat. So large was that ocean that his balls actually hurt. 

Suddenly he was aware of the energy expended. Surely she had just taken a year off his life, maybe two. The Commandress rose to her feet. "I'll just get my things," she grinned satisfied with his depleted status. 

He watched that sexy ass of hers as it swished out of the room.

To be continued... Thank you for your vote

Super Hero Ch. 02



He walked into the kitchen the next morning to see a beautiful young woman sitting at the table. She had the prettiest blue eyes, lovely blonde hair. She was wearing an oversized satin nightshirt with VS stitched over the pocket. The two little dots poking seductively through the shimmering material were more than enough to send a surge of energy straight to his crotch. 

That surge brought back memories of the day before. He told himself it had been a dream. But now he knew it was real, it had actually happened. 

"Good morning," he said cautiously. Part of him still did not want to believe. 

"Good morning," she said with that cute little grin of hers. "I hope you don't mind..." she said indicating her attire. 

"No, no...perfectly fine," he said quickly. "May I pour you some coffee?" 

"Thanks...but," she smiled looking at her full cup. 

"Oh...right," he said feeling stupid. He sat down across the table from the one person who was single-handedly responsible for stretching the boundaries of his limitless sexual imagination past anything even remotely recognizable. Was she even aware of the incredible talent she possessed? Did she have the slightest clue what men would do to experience what he experienced? 

"Do you work?" she asked innocently bringing his thoughts to a screeching halt. 

"Uh...yeah," he said momentarily blank. He desperately reached for his occupation, the company name, something, anything. "Computers," he finally blurted. "I work with computers." 

"I bet you are really smart," she said. His eyes feasted on those two alluring dots. They called out to him, demanded his attention. 

Then he realized what he was doing. And it was well after she had noticed. "And you? Do you work?" he said trying to recover. 

"Yes...I told you yesterday silly. Don't you remember?" Her tone was honest, sincere. 

"Commandress Penis?" he challenged gently. Surely she didn't expect him to believe that she was a super hero? Did she think she was a super hero? Suddenly he had a sinking feeling in his gut.

"Yes, Commandress Penis," she said letting him dangle on the end of her hook. She held his eyes letting him squirm. "I'm a singing telegram," she giggled finally letting him off. 

"Oh yeah, singing telegram." Of course! Suddenly he felt greatly relieved as everything fell into place. "Sounds like fun." 

"Mmm," she purred, "you have no idea." She gave him that wicked little grin. "The hours are weird, but the tips are good." 

He stole another peek. Yes, he imagined the tips were very good. 

He sat at work staring at his screen. But he couldn't focus on work. What started as a joke by the guys ended up being the surprise jackpot of all time. He had no idea how long it would last or even if she would be there when he got home. He half expected to find his house cleaned out of all his worldly possessions. It didn't matter. That blowjob was well worth it. 

Finally his day was over and he got in the car. Would she be there? Would his stuff be gone? Was there anyway he could talk her into another blowjob? He had no idea what to expect. 

He opened the front door and immediately saw his stuff. That was a relief! He closed the door behind him wondering if she was there. It dawned on him that he didn't know her real name. Feeling foolish, he called out for her, "Commandress!? Is anybody home?" He waited a moment, but there was no response. 

He walked in and threw his keys on the table. He peeked in the kitchen, but it was empty. He walked down the hall to his room, but noticed the door to her room was slightly ajar. He stepped over and called out once again, "Commandress?" But there was no response. 

He peeked through her door and noticed a big brass bed sitting against the wall with a floral bedspread and tons of throw pillows. Yeah, she had definitely moved in. Just as he turned for his room, his brain registered something. He immediately turned back around and stared at her bed. 

Sure enough, there was a set of handcuffs dangling from the brass rail. 

Holy shit! He felt his face flush. His eyes quickly scanned the room for more evidence. He made sure not to touch the door or move it in any way. The rest of the room looked perfectly normal from what he could see. He quickly turned for his room. 

Holy shit, he couldn't believe it. He paced back and forth trying to decide what this meant. Of course his first thought was totally kinky. He tried to think of other, more legitimate reasons why a person would have handcuffs attached to their bed. He couldn't think of a single one. Oh man...this was too much. 

He removed his clothes from work and stepped into the shower. He didn't usually freshen up after work, but then again, he didn't usually have a stone cold fox living in the house. He splashed on some cologne, combed his hair and slipped into a pair of causal pants. 

Normally he would sit around in his underwear, but not tonight. Tonight it was causal pants and a button down shirt. He wondered if he should wear shoes, but decided that would look to formal. Who wore shoes around their own house? 

He headed to the kitchen listening carefully to see if she might have slipped in while he was getting dressed. But it appeared the house was still empty. He grabbed a beer from the fridge, but decided what he really needed was a whiskey. He put the beer back and filled a tumbler with some of his best. 

He walked into the living room and turned on the TV. He made himself comfortable on the couch and waited. He watched one show and then another while polishing off three whiskey's. 

He felt like he was back in high school. Then he started feeling like an idiot. He had to be ten, fifteen years older than her. The only reason she showed any interest at all was to get out of paying rent. 

Yeah rent, once a week. He couldn't keep the smile off his face. Those blowjobs would surely kill him, but what a way to go. 

He heard the key in the front door and looked up to see her walking in. "Hey Commandress!" he said with a gentle wave. 

She looked over and flashed him a bright cheery smile, "Hi!" 

"Busy day?" he said making small talk. 

"Yeah. Two bachelor parties in a row. They can get a little wild." 

"Well come take a load off," he said pointing to the couch. "Can I get you a glass of wine?" 

"Awe, that's nice of you," she smiled taking a seat at the other end of the couch. "What are you having?" she asked glancing at his glass. 

"A little whiskey. Actually its twelve years old and very good," he said with a crooked grin. 

"Great. I'll take three fingers of that, neat." 

Holy shit! She wasn't bashful about her whiskey either. "Sure, no problem," he said getting to his feet. He walked in the kitchen and got another tumbler. He poured her drink and caught his reflection in the microwave door. He ran his hand over a stray hair and headed back to the living room. 

He walked back in and immediately noticed her cute little corset lying next to her on the couch. His eyes went straight to the most magnificent breasts he had ever seen. 

She looked up, caught his eyes. "Oh...you don't mind do you? That thing is so unforgiving," she said giving her breasts a gentle rub. "My poor boobs need a break!" she said flashing that bright smile of hers. 

"No, no...perfectly fine," he said forcing his eyes up to hers. He handed her the drink. "I want you to feel comfortable. After all...this is your home too." 

She flashed him another smile, "That is so sweet of you." She held her glass out, "Toast. Here's to home sweet home," she said bumping her glass against his. Then she took a generous gulp of twelve year old whiskey. And she didn't bat an eyelash. 

He settled in on the couch. He didn't look, but just knowing she was sitting there exposed was driving him crazy. He could feel himself growing hard. Should he make small talk or let her relax? 

"So...bachelor parties. I bet that was a hoot," he said not really looking at her. How could he look at her without looking at her breasts? It was impossible. 

"You bet. The guys had been drinking of course. They were really nice," she said with a straight face. 

It was all he could do not to laugh. He could just imagine what a bunch of drunks would do the second she walked in the door especially in that costume. 

"So...you sang them a telegram?" he asked trying to put it all together. 

"Yeah, but they didn't really care about that," she said reaching into a pocket in her skirt. "They just wanted me to hang out with them." She pulled out a few bills and threw them on the table. "I even had a drink with them. They looked ok," she said pulling out more bills. "I usually do a lot of flirting. Big tips you know, "she giggled. 

There was a pile of money on the table. 

"You don't mind if I take these boots off, do you? My feet are killing me." 

"No...go right ahead." He watched from the corner of his eye as she crossed one leg over the other and untied the lacings. It was almost pornographic the way she loosened the laces. Slowly her thigh was revealed, then her knee, then the rest of her leg right down to her ankle. She eased her foot out letting it fall to the floor. Then she crossed the other leg on top and proceeded to do it all over again. 

"You know I've been known to give a pretty mean foot rub," he smiled. "Would you like one?"

"That is so nice of you to offer. You are so sweet." She flashed him that smile of hers, "You know...that sounds lovely. I think I will take you up on that offer." 

He hopped down on the floor and took her foot in his hands. He would give her the best damn foot massage ever. Then maybe, just maybe, she would be inclined to pay a little "rent." 

He gently kneaded her flesh noticing her bright red toenails, which perfectly matched her long red fingernails. After working her foot for a bit he glanced up to say something, but his eyes went straight to her breasts. He loved the way they sat, hard little nipples on top. He forced his eyes higher, "How's that?" 

She peered down at him; her smile was more of a seductive grin, "very nice." 

He noticed she already drained her glass. A few more of those and she would be swinging from the rafters. "Ready for a refill?" he asked working her insole. He couldn't keep from darting back down to her breasts. 

"Sounds lovely," she said handing him the tumbler. She noticed the bulge in his pants. It was hard to miss. 

He hopped up and headed to the kitchen. He poured another drink thinking how perfect everything was turning out. A little more foot massage, a little more booze...who knows? This was better than any date he had been on. He poured four fingers this time and headed back to the living room. 

"Here you go. Good stuff, huh? Smooth." He crouched back down on the floor and took her other foot in his hand. He started to work his magic along her foot, up her ankle, all the way to her calf. That afforded him the perfect opportunity to sneak a peek under that short little skirt of hers. He could see her matching red panties staring back at him. 

"You are really good at that..." she said in a firm voice. His eyes darted up, saw her staring at him. Had he been caught peeking? "Do you do that often?" she asked taking a nice, long pull off her whiskey. 

He wasn't sure if she meant the foot rub or looking up girl's skirts. In a way it didn't matter. "Every chance I get," he smiled working her foot. 

"Mmm, I bet," she said knowingly. She eased her foot from his hands, "Thank you. That felt really nice." 

He got up and took his seat on the couch. Suddenly he became self conscious about his crotch. His cock was literally throbbing in his underwear. He moved his hand to his lap to hide the bulge. 

They fell into a short silence. She reached over and grabbed her corset. "Well, I'm going to turn in. It's been a long day and I'm tired," she said rising to her feet. 

"Here...let me help you," he said grabbing her boots. He followed her back to her room and put her boots just inside the door. "Well, good night," he said stealing one last glance at those wonderful mounds of flesh. 

"Good night," she said closing the door. 

He walked back to the living room with a smile and a bulge. He couldn't believe his good fortune. 

He called the guys the next day from work. He hadn't talked with them since the Commandress moved in. He couldn't wait to tell them the news. After all, he had them to thank. They made plans to meet at Dick's after work. 

Harry and Ed were on their first beer as he walked in. They immediately noticed a difference in the way he walked, the smile on his face. 

"What's up with you?" Harry asked as Gary slid into the booth. 

"What do you mean?" he asked defensively. 

"Something's up. We've known your stupid ass way too long. What's happening?" Ed quizzed. 

"Well, as a matter of fact, there is a little something. You assholes remember that little stunt with the ad in the paper? Huh? The way you guys set me up?" 

"Yeah...so," Harry said. 

"Well, I rented the room. And it was off that ad," he said with a huge smile. Both Harry and Ed could see how pleased he was. They were intrigued to say the least. 

"Who in the world would answer an ad like that?" Ed asked in disbelief. "You didn't actually let them in your house? Nothing but whack jobs would respond to an ad like that."

"That's what you think! I'll have you know that this beautiful blonde answered that ad, freaking tits out to here, blue eyes. And here's the kicker. She was wearing a freaking super hero costume!" 

"Get the fuck out!" Harry barked. 

"No fucking way," Ed said. 

"Yes, fucking way...and I mean FUCKING way," Gary said pleased as punch. 

"You're fucking her?" Harry asked immediately. 

"No, I'm not fucking her. But she gave me a blowjob that took two years off my life!"

"Bullshit!" Ed said in disbelief. 

But Gary just sat there with a shit eating grin on his face. It was the smug kind of grin a man wears when he doesn't give a fuck who believes him. It was unmistakable. 

Ed leaned in and asked, "You said she was wearing a costume. Was it a super hero costume? What was she dressed as?" 

Gary's smile got even bigger. "You won't believe this, but I don't care. Fuck the both of you." He fumbled with his beer knowing they would give him shit. "She was dressed as Commandress Penis." 

Ed and Harry laughed and laughed. The waitress came by and served another round of beers. 

"OK, we deserved it. You got us back. You had me going there for a second," Harry admitted pulling out a cigar. 

"Yeah, me too. Commandress Penis. That's a good one," Ed chuckled. 

But Gary wasn't laughing. He sat there with that smug little grin. 

After a minute or two the others caught on. He wasn't kidding. Thus began a thousand questions from both wanting to know every little detail. 

"Dude, we have to come by. I gotta see this chick," Harry said taking a puff. 

"No way," Gary said. "Hey she just moved in. I don't want you guys hanging around slobbering all over the place making her feel weird. Let her settle in, get comfortable. Maybe I will invite her up here." 

"Oh yeah, that's a great idea. This is such a date place," Ed laughed. 

"I'm not dating her," Gary quickly corrected. "She is my roommate, my very hot, suck the chrome off a trailer hitch, roommate," he said rolling his eyes. "Yeah, maybe not up here. But I'll figure it out." 

They had another round of beers. The Commandress was the topic the entire evening. Gary told them about the foot massage and everyone agreed that was a great move. Ed kept asking about the costume. Although Gary described it in great detail, he did it again just for Ed. The one thing he didn't mention was the handcuffs. He decided to hold that little tidbit back, save it for another time. 

Gary drove home feeling like the most popular kid in school. As he got closer to the house his thoughts shifted to the Commandress. Would she be there? He felt himself getting hard. He almost felt guilty talking about her all night. 

He walked in the house, but she was not there. Oh well he thought, there was always tomorrow. He walked back to his room and got ready for bed. His poor cock was hard as diamonds. 

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes and grabbed his cock. He let his mind drift as he began to stroke. Of course it went right across the hallway to that brass bed, the one with the handcuffs. He thought about those magnificent breasts subconsciously moving his hand to his nipple. He ran his finger over the tight little nub as he pulled on his throbbing cock. 

His hand became a blur and before he knew it he was pumping a nice, hot load onto his stomach. 

The next morning he went to the kitchen for some breakfast. It was Friday. He loved Friday's. He put the coffee on and heard something. He turned to find her taking a seat at the table. His eyes went straight to those two little dots. Those babies must always be hard he thought. He couldn't remember seeing them any other way. 

"Good morning," he smiled. 

She flashed him a nice smile, "Good morning." 

"Coffee?" 

"Please." 

"Looks like someone had a big night," he said. She just smiled. He could see she didn't want to talk about it. That was fine. He would give her some privacy. "Would you like some eggs? I was just getting ready to make some." 

"Mmm, sounds wonderful." 

He made them breakfast, served her plate and refilled her coffee. He didn't say a word, but it was an easy silence. He noticed when she was through and asked if he could take her plate. "Would you like more coffee?" 

"No, thanks. That hit the spot. You are such a good cook." 

"I do dinner better. That is my specialty," he said starting in on the dishes. 

"Mmm, I'll have to check that out."

"How about tonight?" he blurted out. 

"OK, maybe," she smiled. He got the impression he had put her on the spot and felt like an idiot. "It depends if I get called or not. If I don't, then it's a date." 

He was useless at work. He thought about his impending dinner date. He went over several menus trying to decide which she would like best. He stopped by the grocery store on the way home. 

He walked in the house and she was sitting on the couch. He was surprised and quite happy. "So you are here! Great." She was fully dressed as the Commandress. "I have a great dinner planned. You won't believe my manicotti." 

"Sounds good," she smiled. 

"No calls?" he asked looking over her costume. 

"Not yet anyway," she said putting down the magazine she was looking at. 

"Would you like a drink?" 

"I better not. Maybe later." 

"Ok. I'll just get things started," he said heading back into the kitchen. He spent the next forty minutes preparing the vegetables and salad while letting the manicotti bake in the oven. It was an old recipe and he knew she would love it. 

She stepped into the kitchen with a long face. "I just got called." He was instantly heartbroken. "I was so looking forward to this. You have worked so hard in here." 

"Don't worry," he said trying to recover. "I'll put it in the fridge for another time," he said with a lame smile. 

"I'm so sorry. I hoped this wouldn't happen, but I've got to go. Maybe I'll see you later," she said headed for the front door. He watched her cute little ass sway back and forth listening to those heels click on the hardwood floor. And then she was gone. 

He fixed himself a plate and had dinner with a healthy glass of whiskey. She would have loved it he thought. He put hers in the fridge and watched a little TV. He ended up drifting off to sleep right there on the couch. 

He woke to the strangest sensation. Groggily he opened his eyes and saw a penis rubbing his nipple. She was between his legs. His shirt and pants were open. Gone was the cape and corset. 




Super Hero Ch. 02



She put a finger to her lips signaling him not to say a word. She brought the dildo to her mouth wetting it with her tongue. She moved it to his other nipple sensuously making it stiff. 

She moved the dildo to his straining cock rubbing it around the head. His cock jerked with a life of its own. She teased down his shaft, toyed with his balls before moving it back up. 

The sensations were incredible, but watching added another dimension altogether. For what he saw was another cock...playing with his. It struck a nerve somewhere deep. He could see the joy on her face watching his cock dance and sway in response. 

She moved it back to his nipple. He had never had his nipple teased in such a way. It was kinky, to be sure, but it was also very arousing. He watched that perfectly shaped head circle his hard little nub when he felt her lips descend over the tip of his cock. 

"Aaaah," he moaned. 

She was simply a master. She knew exactly what to do and when to do it. She read him like a book. She released his cock and slowly moved to his balls. He held his breath waiting to feel those lips. She moved her dildo from his nipple down to his cock as she ran her tongue right up his balls. 

"Mmmmmm." 

She tapped her cock against the head of his as she licked his balls. The sensation was incredible. She did it several times and it only got better. He found himself hopelessly in her control. 

She laid her dildo on his chest and moved up between his legs. She positioned his cock between her magnificent breasts. She rubbed her flesh against his cock driving him crazy. 

She brought the dido to her lips, ran her tongue over it once making it wet. She kissed the tip and moved it to his mouth. She raised her eyebrows signaling that he should do it too. He leaned forward and kissed the tip. 

She brought it back to her lips, rubbed them seductively before sucking it inside making his cock dance between her boobs. 

She pulled it out slowly before offering it to him. He just opened his mouth and she pushed it just inside and held it there. She knew his tongue was checking it out. 

He was enflamed. He couldn't keep his tongue away from it. He felt the slit, traced the ridge. She felt his cock dance and jerk between her boobs. He saw that look of satisfaction on her face. 

She eased his cock into her mouth, went right down its length to the base. He wanted to scream. She worked her way up slowly and kissed the tip. 

She gave him that wicked little grin of hers before pushing the dido further into his mouth. She held it deep for only a moment before easing it back out slowly. She held it before his lips, waiting. He gave a slight grin kissing the tip. 

She eased it back in his mouth as she descended his length. He found himself doing everything she did to him, to her dildo. It was easy because she was orchestrating everything perfectly in sync. 

His orgasm came out of nowhere. He clamped his lips tightly around the thick, round shaft between his lips as he erupted in her mouth. Then his body fell limp. 

He woke sometime later finding himself on the couch. His shirt and pants were open; his cock lay against his thigh. There was a fresh glass of whiskey by his hand. 

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Super Hero Ch. 03



The next morning he walked out of his bedroom and noticed her door was still shut. He walked to the kitchen and fixed some coffee. He had a cup hoping she would show up, but she didn't. He went ahead and fixed breakfast. She must be sleeping in he thought. 

He put on his workout clothes and headed for the gym. He put in a good two hours and headed back to the house. Her door was open, but she was gone. She must have gotten a call. He cleaned the house as was his habit on Saturdays. Then he ran his errands, did some grocery shopping and a load of laundry.

He heard a knock at the door late that afternoon. He opened it to find Harry and Ed walking in with a six pack. "He man what's up!" Harry said handing a beer to him and walking right through to the kitchen to putting it in the fridge. 

"How's it going man?" Ed said plopping down on the couch. 

"What are you guys doing?" Gary asked. 

Harry sat on the couch with Ed, "We're just visiting. Keep your panties on." He glanced down the hallway, "Is anyone home?" 

"So that's it. No, she's not here," Gary said. "I told you guys it's too early, you need..."

"Don't even try to run us off. We're not going anywhere until we see her," Harry said taking a sip of his beer. 

"Don't worry man, we'll be cool. You have nothing to worry about," Ed volunteered. 

"Turn on the game. Channel five I think," Harry said propping his feet on the coffee table. 

There was no use Gary thought. He turned on the TV and took a sip of his beer. He prayed they would not fuck it up for him. 

The game was close so they watched it to the very last minute. It had been neck and neck all the way through. There was a minute left and they were setting up for a field goal that would win or lose the game. 

"I got twenty bucks says he misses it," Harry said on the edge of the couch. 

"I'll take that bet," Gary said. 

They were just breaking the huddle when the front door flew open and the Commandress walked in. 

All eyes shifted to the caped blonde wearing those red thigh high boots. 

"Why...hello boys," she said flashing that smile of hers standing there with her hands on her hips. Harry dropped his jaw. Ed's eyes popped out of his head. 

"Oh hi," Gary said. "These are my friends, Harry and Ed." 

She loved the look on their faces. She had seen it before. "Hello Harry, Ed."

"Uh...hi," Harry finally managed. She was everything Gary said and more. "Would you like a beer?" 

She walked right over to the couch and took a seat between Harry and Ed. "Gary knows what I like," she said suggestively. 

Gary headed to the kitchen to fix her drink. He made a mental note to keep two bottles in the house at all times. He returned to find all eyes on her. 

He handed her the drink and they briefly made eye contact. It was the first contact since their little episode on the couch. She gave him a knowing look, "Thank you sweetie." 

Harry and Ed glanced at each other on that one. They watched as she took a nice, long pull from her drink. They nearly fell off the couch. 

She turned to Ed who had yet to say a word, "What's the matter honey? Cat got your tongue?" He was staring at her breasts. She patted him on the thigh and turned back to Harry. 

"Are those cigars?" she asked. He always had a few in his pocket. Harry prepared himself for the speech. Usually when people saw his cigars they launched into some story about their last horrible experience around them. "They look like Cubans..." she smiled. 

Harry was intrigued, "You have a good eye. Cohiba's."

"I like La Gloria Cubana's myself." 

The smile on Harry's face stretched from ear to ear, "May I interest you in one?"

"I thought you would never ask..." Harry watched as she ran the cigar under her nose enjoying the distinct aroma of Cuban tobacco. "Nice." She ran her tongue along the tip gaining the attention of every man in the room. She pushed it past her lips and rolled the shaft gently in a clockwise motion preparing it for fire. There was not a soft dick in the house by the time she asked for a light. 

"You do know your cigars," Harry complimented putting an even fire on it. 

She let out a smooth cloud of smoke, "That's not all I know..." 

Harry crossed his legs trying to hide his erection. 

No one had noticed the game had ended or who won. She was the center of attention since the moment she walked in. It was surreal watching her smoke and drink with the boys. She had them in the palm of her hand. 

After some time she rose to her feet and thanked the boys for a lovely evening. Every eye in the place watched that cute little ass of hers as she headed back to her bedroom. 

Harry and Ed had the good graces to wait until she left the room before they started. 

"Holy shit," Harry whispered with a huge smile. 

"Fucking A," Ed agreed. 

Gary quickly glanced down the hallway making sure her door was shut. He turned back just in time to see Harry putting his hands up to his chest indicating large breasts, "Wow baby!" 

"Did you get a load of that costume?" Ed said amazed. "It was smoking hot!" 

"Alright you guys...keep it down," Gary cautioned. He looked over his shoulder one last time. "I told you. Didn't I tell you?" 

"Yeah...but we didn't believe you. She was everything you said," Harry said amazed. "I can't believe she wears that costume. Singing telegram. Who the fuck would have guessed that one?" 

"That costume is just too fucking much," Ed said. 

"Alright...you guys have had your fun. You saw what you came to see. It's late, time for you to go." 

"Ok sweetie," Harry teased. Ed chuckled. 

He showed the boys out and walked back to his bedroom. And there sitting on his bed, right in the middle of his bed, was one of the Commandress life-like dildos. It stared back at him like some sort of calling card. 

He quickly closed the door behind him before anyone could see, not that anyone was there. In the privacy of his room he picked it up to inspect it. He was immediately impressed that it was about the right size and with how real it felt in his hand. He opened his drawer and hid it inside. 

He got ready for bed and slipped under the sheets. He thought about the handcuffs, the dildos. He had never known a girl like her before. 

He didn't see her again for three days. They kept missing each other. He never really knew her schedule. He was watching TV when she came through the front door. 

"Oh hi," she said cheerfully sitting on the couch. "I haven't seen you since the guys. How have you been?" 

"Good, I've been good," he said casually. "I guess you have been working a lot, huh? By the way, you made a big hit with the guys. Thanks. I hope that wasn't too awkward." 

"No, not at all," she smiled. "I'm used to it." He could see if didn't bother her. 

"Would you like a drink?" 

"Sounds great," she said with a look. He headed for the kitchen wondering what that was about. He fixed a nice strong drink and took it out to her. 

"Look what I have," she said reaching for her purse. "They had tons of these at my last stop." She pulled out a handful of penis straws and put them on the coffee table. She picked up two, one for his glass and the other for hers. "Aren't they cute?" she giggled taking a sip through it. 

He stared at the pink penis with the exaggerated mushroom shaped head sticking out of his glass. "Yeah..." he said with a forced chuckle. He slipped his lips around it and took a strong pull feeling the booze squirt in his mouth through the slit. 

"So tell me, did you get my little present?" 

His ears instantly turned red, "Uh...yeah." 

"Have you been practicing?" she quizzed. 

Practicing? Holy shit! Was that why she left that in his room? "Sure, sure...you bet," he lied. 

"Fun... isn't it?" she grinned. 

"Oh yeah," he smiled digging himself deeper. 

She scooted up next to him on the couch. He wondered if she was getting ready to make an installment on the rent. "Show me," she said reaching for her holster. "I'd really like to see." She held it up to his lips with a seductive grin. 

He saw no way out. He leaned forward and took that cock between his lips. But this time was totally different. He was not drunk this time. Nor was his cock wedged between her beautiful breasts. Nope, this time was all about him sucking cock, something he just told her was fun. 

Under her watchful stare, he descended the shaft taking more and more into his mouth. Even though he was stone cold sober, having a hard penis in his mouth was triggering something. 

Maybe it was the way she was looking at him or maybe there was just something very sexual about feeling a penis between your lips. He wasn't sure what it was. All he knew was that he was growing stiff at an alarming rate. 

She rubbed it across his lips several times, "Let's see a little tongue action." 

He rolled his tongue out and traced around the ridge surprised how stimulating it was. "Mmm...you have been practicing," she grinned approvingly. She slipped it back between his lips, slid it back and forth a few times, "Yes...very hot." 

She held it before his lips, "Kiss, kiss." 

He found himself leaning forward and kissing it right on the tip. She smiled her approval and put it back in her holster. Her hand slipped into his lap, found his cock hard as hell. She gave it a nice squeeze; "See...told you it was fun. Keep practicing..." She rose to her feet and left. 

He was completely dumbfounded. 

He sat there wondering what had just happened. His cock jerked against his too tight underwear. He nudged it a little giving it more room. Sucking that cock made him hard as hell. It had the other night as well, but he assumed it was the booze or the boob job she gave him. He couldn't blame that this time. 

He sat there for an hour hoping she would return. Finally he gave up realizing she was not coming back out. He went to his room and got ready for bed. He wasn't sure why, but he went to his drawer to see if that penis was still there. Of course it was. 

He glanced at the closed door, and then picked it up. Being alone, he allowed himself the luxury of really checking it out. 

He rubbed it across his lips much like she had. His cock grew to full hardness almost instantly. He closed his eyes and focused on what it felt like slipping past his lips. His cock jerked confirming what he already knew. It was hot as hell. 

Soon he was slurping on it with complete abandon. He knew he shouldn't, but it was nasty and kinky...and he was really getting off to it. 

He teased his nipple with it. Over and over he rubbed using just the tip. He couldn't believe how good that felt. All these years...and he had no idea. 

He moved it next to his cock. He held them together and squeezed. Some homoerotic surge went through him. He told himself it was ok, nobody knew what he was doing. 

He clutched his balls tightly causing his erection to stand tall. He tapped it with that life-like cock. More homoerotic surges. Stronger this time. He did it several more times getting higher and higher. 

He slipped it back in his mouth. It was then he noticed the taste. Apparently he leaked a little on it when he held them together. His other hand went to his shaft, started pumping. 

He pumped with great determination as he sucked that cock hard. He was deep into this kinky homoerotic fantasy when his orgasm gripped his body. His cock sent a long rope of cum straight up in the air. He rolled back on his bed with a lazy smile. 

He would be doing that again for sure. 

To be continued... Thanks you for your vote.



Super Hero Ch. 04



He did not see her at breakfast. He went to the office and tried his best to focus on his work. He sat through one meeting after another not hearing a thing. He couldn't get over the fact that he had actually sucked cock. 

He headed home wondering if she would be there. He decided that if she wasn't, he would spend some quality time with her little present. After all, those orgasms were quite provocative. Who didn't enjoy provocative orgasms? 

He walked in the front door and quickly surmised he was alone in the house. He marched right back to his bedroom and opened the drawer. There it was. He immediately slipped it between his lips. Feeling the rigid shaft slide past his lips flooded his brain with all these kinky little sensations that made him harder than ever.

He fumbled desperately with his zipper as he madly slurped away on that hard cock between his lips. Finally he got his dick out and gave it a delicious squeeze. Man that felt so good. He pulled on it hard as he focused his attention on the shaft between his lips. 

He knew he shouldn't have a cock in his mouth, shouldn't be slurping on it the way he was. He certainly shouldn't be enjoying the way he was. But it was so deliciously naughty, so taboo. Barely a minute later he exploded violently sending cum all over the carpet. 

His knees went weak and he fell back against the bed. He just couldn't get over how powerful his orgasms had been. He raised that cock to his lips and kissed it right on the tip. He looked at it with a crooked grin. Who would have ever thought? He hid it back in the drawer and tucked his cock back in his pants. Having two cocks was fun. 

He cleaned up a bit and put on a fresh shirt. He stepped in front of the mirror and ran a comb through his hair. He looked at his reflection with a dark sense of guilt. He stared at his lips. Those lips just sucked cock...again. Subconsciously he was trying to determine if there was any outward indication of that. 

He walked into the kitchen to fix a drink. He noticed she put all the penis straws by the tumblers. That would never do. What if the boys came over? He would never hear the end of it. He pulled out a tumble and filled it halfway with pure whiskey to steady his nerves. He took a pull feeling the burn. That crooked grin returned. He put a penis straw in his glass, took the next pull through that dick. 

He heard the front door open followed by the click clack of four inch stiletto heels. He could feel his crotch getting tight. He took another pull through that dick and refilled his glass. 

She walked into the kitchen and hopped right up on the counter. "Hello," she said cheerfully. He loved that bright smile of hers. Suddenly it disappeared, her face grew serious, "I see you have been sucking cock!" 

His cheeks turned red instantly. Shit!! How did she know? His eyes followed hers to his glass, saw the penis straw. Whew! He allowed himself a smile. "Can I pour you one?" he asked relieved. 

"Mmm...sounds yummy," she purred. He poured another tumbler. He looked at the penis straws. Should he or shouldn't he? He slipped one into her glass and handed it to her. 

"Looks like someone is feeling pretty frisky," she cooed sucking the booze through the exaggerated penis. 

Yes, he had grown completely hard. She had that effect on him. 

"Whatever might you have been thinking about?" she purred. 

He watched her lips go around that straw and suck. He gave her that crooked grin, but said nothing. 

"Won't tell? Hmm," she teased. "I guess Commandress Penis will have to use her wily powers to make you talk." 

He raised his straw to his lips, "I'll never tell..." 

She reached for her holster, pulled out a cock. "We'll see about that," she said leveling those pretty blue eyes at him. She held her cock between them, ran her perfectly polished fingernail along its length making his cock jerk. 

She dipped her cock inside the tumbler coating it with whiskey and moved it to his lips. 

He gave no resistance. He just parted his lips and accepted that round, firm cock inside his mouth. "Mmm," he moaned tasting the whiskey drip on his tongue. 

"There are many ways to enjoy a drink," she grinned moving it sensuously between his lips. "Wouldn't you agree?" 

"Mmm hmm." 

She eased it from his lips, rolled it gently around in the glass coating it generously. "I should make you drink the whole thing this way..." she grinned bringing it back to his lips and sliding it in. She could feel his tongue lapping the whiskey off. "You would like that...wouldn't you?" she cooed sliding it back and forth slowly. 

Their eyes met, both filled with arousal. "Mmm," he moaned. 

"Now...let's see," she purred. "What has you so hot and bothered..." she said staring at his lips stretched around her cock. "Could it be something hard...something round?" she teased. 

"Mmm," he moaned. She smiled ever so slightly and coated her cock with more whiskey. 

She eased it back in his mouth, watched as he welcomed it. "Something naughty?" she teased. 

"Mmm hmm," he moaned falling under her spell. He pulled his hand from the counter and moved it towards his ever throbbing cock for a much needed squeeze. 

"Oh no you don't!" she said freezing the cock between his lips. "Get that hand back up here where I can see it," she said firmly. He moved it back to the counter, but she took it and guided it on her breast. "Now...the other one." He cupped her other breast. She gave him a playful smile, "Now I know where they are..." 

He felt the weight of them against his fingers. His thumbs naturally searched for her nipples. She dunked her cock for more whiskey as he pushed his groin against the counter for a much needed rub. 

"Tilt your head back, naughty boy," she directed. He tilted his head back and she moved the dripping cock just above it. He watched the whiskey sliding down the shaft and opened his mouth just in time to catch it dripping off the perfectly shaped head. 

"Or maybe I should say ... penis boy," she teased. She lowered it just a hair and waited. 

He cringed at the term. Her cock was just above his mouth. He studied its shape, its size. He could see a thin film of whiskey coating it. He stuck his tongue out as far as it would go just touching the tip. 

She watched as he desperately lashed at it with his tongue. She lowered it just a bit so his tongue could make it all the way around the head. But as he ran his tongue along the finely shaped head, it merely slipped away. The more he tried, the more her penis danced around denying his grasp. 

She watched with great satisfaction. He wanted that cock more than anything else in the world. She lowered it the rest of the way watching it disappear into his mouth. "Is that what my Penis Boy wants?" she cooed. 

"Mmmmm," he moaned sucking it hard. "Mmm hmm."

"Suck that cock right..." she teased, "or it might go away." He sucked on it hard pulling it deeper into his mouth. "Yes...I think now I know what you were thinking about...before I came home," she taunted. 

She held it before his lips, "Kiss, kiss." He kissed the tip squeezing her breasts between his fingers. 

"Tongue," she said softly. She watched his tongue caress the head, trace around the ridge. 

"Suck." His mouth opened and sucked the length inside. "That's a good Penis Boy," she said softly feeling him suck hard on the other end. 

"I think it's time you learned why I carry... two cocks" she purred. 

Her words floated to his ears. Moments later they registered, his mind beginning the arduous task of determining their meaning. He applied various combinations until finally the only viable meaning registered, came screaming to the forefront. 

Suddenly he was gripped by the strongest orgasm of his life. His cry was muffled by the cock in his mouth. His body shook and jerked as his cock spewed uncontrolled in his pants. 

"That's a good Penis Boy. Just let it all out..." she purred keeping her cock firmly lodged in his mouth. The term no longer bothered him. She waited for the last tremor to leave his body, his breathing returning normal. 

His cheeks grew red with embarrassment as he felt the wetness soaking through. She finally eased the cock from his lips and returned it to its holster. She held his eyes once again, "I knew I would get the truth out of you." 

She gave him a quick peck on the lips and hopped down from the counter. She grabbed his hand, "Your Commandress knows what you need..." The look on her face was all business. He felt completely out of control...and wanted more. 

She led him down the hallway to her bedroom. 

She marched him into her bedroom and shut the door behind them. His eyes quickly scanned the room, his breathing labored. She stepped over and started unbuttoning his shirt. He began to reciprocate reaching for the golden "P" holding her cape. "Stop that," she firmly. "I'll let you know when I need your help." 

He moved his hands down to his side and kept them there. She removed his shirt and lowered her lips to his nipple. She teased it lightly causing him to squirm. "Sensitive, eh? I like that in a man," she cooed taking another lick. 

She moved her hands to his belt, unbuckled it. She pulled it free of his pants and held it between them. She watched the fear dance in his eyes. "Don't worry...I'm not into that," she purred letting it drop to the floor. 

She reached to undo his pants, but took a moment to appraise the large wet spot that dominated the front. "My, my...you did enjoy that...didn't you?" she teased. She unzipped him, loosened his pants. She took a step back, "Remove those." He pulled his pants down and stepped out of them followed by his soaked underwear. 

She turned to her dresser and opened a drawer. She rummaged around and finally retrieved a pair of pink satin panties. She turned her attention back to him, caressed his taunt nipple with the satin. Once again he squirmed. "Nice...isn't it?" she purred. 

He couldn't keep that grin off his face. 

She lowered the panties to his cock and started mopping up the excess cum. His grin disappeared as the satin teased and excited. She cupped his balls and ran the satin over them thoroughly pretending not to notice his cock growing. But once it achieved a nice thickness, she draped the satin over it and twisted causing him to loose his breath. 

"Penis Boy likes satin," she cooed staring into his eyes. "I'll remember that." His cock jerked in her hand. "So hard... so very hard..." she purred twisting and pulling. That satin teased nerves had didn't know he had. She had him up on his tiptoes in no time. Suddenly she pulled them away. His poor cock danced back and forth from over stimulation bringing a wicked grin to her face. 

"Hop up on my bed...Penis Boy." Her words almost pushed him over the edge. He got on her bed and lay back against the pillows. His cock stood straight up pointing at the ceiling. She feasted on his aroused state. "No, no...down here," she cooed beckoning him with her finger. He moved down to the foot of the bed where she stood. 

Suddenly his eyes focused on the handcuffs dangling from the rail. His cheeks flamed with heat. She opened them up, waited for him to put his wrist inside. His eyes darted between her, the handcuffs. He watched as she closed it around his wrist. She looked him in the eyes, "The best part about handcuffs..." she purred, "whatever happens...not your fault. You just get to enjoy..." That wicked grin of hers returned. And that made him grin. She secured his other wrist, "Now you are all mine...aren't you?" 

She eased off her cape; let it drop to the floor. He watched as her fingers unhooked her corset; let it drop to the floor too. She gave her breasts a gently rub now that they were unbound. 

"You like these...don't you Penis Boy?" she said lowering her breast to his lips. He flicked his tongue over the hard little nub. "Mmm...maybe as much as you like dick," she purred. 

"Mmm," he moaned. 

"I can see it in your eyes," she said pushing her other nipple to his lips. "Once a guy gets a taste for dick...he wants it all the time," she smiled. "Isn't that right...Penis Boy?" Her hand reached underneath her short little skirt. He was too busy licking her nipple to notice. 

"That's why you are going to love me..." she purred straightening up presenting him with her nice, stiff cock. 

He couldn't have been more surprised!

"Kiss, kiss." He put his lips to his first real cock impressed with the warm smooth flesh. 

"Tongue." He traced around the ridge falling in love. 

"Suck." She pushed forward and filled his mouth. 

"Mmmm," he moaned overcome by the sensation. It was warm and soft. It jerked against his tongue. It deposited a nice little dollop on the back of his tongue. He began nursing on its thickness. 

"You are a natural," she purred. "We are going to have so much fun together..." She pulled back just enough for her cock to slip from his lips. "I will teach you to be a master," she smiled. "Lick my balls baby." She held her cock out of the way, felt his tongue take a nice, long swipe up her balls. "Mmm," she moaned, "You really know how to make a girl happy." 

She let him have several long licks before pulling away, "And now..." she grinned, "I'm going to make you happy." 

She hopped on the bed, wiggled her way between his legs. He could feel her cock pushed between them. Then he felt the lube. She reached around and felt his cock. It was so hard. "You are so ready for this..." she smiled. She smeared some lube on her cock and eased it into him. 

"Mmmmm," he moaned surprised how easy it was. 

"Once you get a taste of dick...you'll always want more," she purred. She knew the way to a man's heart was through his ass. Soon he would know it too. He felt her hands grab his hips, the slow gentle push. 

"Mmmm," he moaned closing his eyes. 

He was going to make a nice Penis Boy.

To be continued... Thank you for your vote. 



Super Hero Ch. 05



Chapter 5 "Smitten by her super powers"

He woke in a haze. The first thing he noticed was the glow coming from his bottom. Scenes from the night before filled his head. She made love to him well into the night. He lost count of his orgasms. 

He pulled the covers back and slid out of bed. He was startled by the pink satin panties he was wearing. Then he remembered. He put on his robe and headed for the kitchen. His glowing bottom was never far from his thoughts. Was it always going to feel like that? 

He stepped into the kitchen and he was alone. He put a pot of coffee on and started making breakfast. He gulped down his eggs and toast realizing just how hungry he had been. Having sex all night really burned the calories. He smiled. 

He looked at the time and knew he needed to get ready for work. He tossed around the idea of staying home, calling in sick or well-fucked, but decided against it. He made a little note saying there was fresh coffee in the pot, placed it on the table at her spot and went to his room to get dressed for work. 

He stepped into the bathroom and hung his robe on the hook. He looked down at the satin panties. They did feel good. He recalled how she had teased him with them throughout the night. He pulled them off and stepped into the shower. 

It was strange not having any pubic hair. He hadn't looked like that since he was ten years old. He ran his hand around his cock and balls trying to get used to the feel. He dried off and got dressed. He took his pink panties and stuffed them in a drawer right next to her cock. 

He felt the glow from his bottom all the way to the office. He smiled. No one knew but him. He had surprising energy given the way he spent the evening. 

He sat through a meeting smiling to himself. He wondered what the others would think if they knew he spent the night sucking cock. That's right, sucking cock. Not only that, but being fucked silly too. And all by the hottest little thing you ever did see. 

But that would be his little secret. 

He walked in the front door, but no signs of her. He felt a slight pang of rejection. He walked down the hallway and peered into her room. He glanced at her bed, the scene of the crime and felt his cock jerk. He gave it a good squeeze and walked into his bedroom. 

He splashed on some cologne and checked his hair. Then he made his way to the den where he would wait for whatever might be in store for him. 

He didn't have to wait long. "There's my little Penis Boy," she said waltzing in the front door with a cheerful smile. 

Suddenly his world changed. She was simply gorgeous, radiant. "Hi," he said unable to keep the smile from his face. 

Her eyes went straight to his crotch, noticed the bulge, "So how is my little Penis Boy?" She walked right over to the couch, put her hands on her hips and waited. 

"Great..." he said feeling his heart beat ninety to nothing. She just raised her eyebrows, waiting. 

He pushed her skirt up, pulled her cock from her panties and took it between his lips. He had her hard in no time. He couldn't keep himself for running his lips and tongue all over it. He hadn't realized how much he missed it. 

"From now on," she cooed, "I want to find you in your panties when I come home." She ran her fingers through his hair as he nursed. "Don't forget my balls baby...you know how I like that..." 

Later after she had blown her load into his mouth she eased her cock from his hungry lips. "Kiss, kiss." He kissed her cock and tucked it back into her panties. "Mmm, definitely getting better," she smiled swiping a missed bit of cum from his lips and sucking it off her finger. "I could use a drink after that...couldn't you?"

"Sounds good," he said headed for the kitchen. He poured two drinks, plunked in the penis straws and headed back to the den. He watched as her lips wrapped around that pink penis and sucked. "Panties baby, panties!" she said waving towards his room. 

"Oh yeah...sorry." He went to his room and removed his clothes. He retrieved the satin charms from his drawer and slid them on. He gave his cock a good squeeze and headed back to the den. "Would you like a foot rub?" he smiled. 

"Ohhh...you're so sweet," she smiled. Her eyes went straight to his panties. She could see faint details of his cock pressed against the satin, "Now that's so much better." She looked up, "Yes, a foot rub sounds fabulous." He dropped to the floor and started unlacing her boots. 

"I bet I know what you thought about today," she teased. "You were an absolute animal last night," she said sucking the penis straw. He couldn't keep the smile from his face. "If you play your cards right mister, you might get lucky again tonight."

He pulled her boot off and worked her insole as she unsnapped her corset freeing her breasts. "Whew...that's better," she said with a little rub. He worked the other boot off and worked that foot too. "You are really good at that honey," she grinned. "Tell me baby...what size shoe do you wear?"

He looked up to see her running the cold tumbler across her nipple. "Ten, size ten." 

After a nice long rub he rose exposing his tented panties. They were just tight enough to perfectly outline the head of his cock, "Now see...that's what I like." She ran her hand underneath her skirt, "Now you have gone and made me hard. Come here baby...sit on my lap," she grinned. "But take your panties off first..." 

He grinned as he pulled them off. He turned and eased down on her exposed cock. "Oh... my...god," he moaned surprised by how easy it went in. But he wasn't surprised by how good it felt. 

He placed his hands on her thighs and started to work her cock with his ass. "Mmmm," he moaned pushing down as hard as he could.

"You love that cock so much," she whispered in his ear as he bounced on her cock. "I'm spoiling you," she teased. "You're going to expect me to fuck you every day when you come." 

"Oh god," he moaned at the thought. "Mmm," he purred rocking back and forth. He could feel her hard nipples rubbing across his back. 

"You are going to cum so hard," she whispered. "I want you to swallow...every last drop...you hear me...Penis Boy...you know how I like to watch." 

He reached for his cock, but she stopped him. "No! Let me do it..." She rotated her hips shoving her cock against his prostrate. "Ooooh," he moaned. He noticed pre-cum oozing from his slit. He quickly scooped it up, sucked it between his lips. 

"That's my Penis Boy..."she whispered. 

He started rocking wildly against her hard shaft. "Uoooh... mmmm... oooh.... yeeeaaaah....arrrggghhhh," he cried as his cock released wave after wave of hot, thick cum. 

"Don't let it go to waste!" she screamed. He moved his hand to his cock, scooped it up, brought it to his mouth. 

"Yes...yes, that's it!" she cried exploding in his ass. "That's IT!!!!!"

They sat there joined catching their breath. He felt her starting to wilt and eased up. "I'll start dinner," he said slipping into his panties. 

"Not tonight silly boy," she said spread out on the couch. Her cock lay against her thigh, her nipples hard atop those magnificent breasts. "It's Thursday. It's time to have a drink with the boys," she smiled. "Just give me a minute to freshen up and I'll be ready to go." 

She disappeared down the hall and into her room. He wondered what Harry and Ed would have to say about this. 

He went to his room and cleaned up, more cologne, hair. He slipped into a pair of jeans and went back to the den to wait. 

She emerged from her bedroom wearing the cutest little sweater dress with little ruffles around the bottom. It was very feminine with a daring deep cut back then went almost to her waist. She looked so cute and cuddly.

"Wow...you look amazing!" he said almost not recognizing her. He had never seen her in regular clothes. 

"Why thank you," she said with a blushing grin. She looked at his jeans, "Those will never do. Come; let's find you something appropriate to wear." 

She led him back to his room. "Take those off," she said opening his closet. She thumbed through his clothes. She turned to glance at him and saw the underwear he had on. "Definitely take those off! I have just the thing..." she said and left. 

She returned with a pair of baby blue bikini panties with cute little bows on each hip. She handed them to him and he slipped them on. There was barely enough room for his jewels. She pulled a pair of freshly pressed Dockers from the closet, "These will do nicely." She handed them to him followed by a nice button down shirt. 

He slipped them on worried about the bows on his panties. Would they show through? He was completely aware of the tight silk underneath his pants. She checked him out thoroughly and gave her approval with the slightest of smiles.

"The boys don't know you suck cock...do they?" she asked. 

"Uh...no," he said feeling panic set in. 

"Well they wouldn't mind... if they knew how good you were," she smiled. "I bet that Harry has a big one." She saw the fear in his eyes, "Don't worry...I won't say a thing." 

They strolled into Dick's Last Resort looking like the preppy couple of the year. Harry and Ed were in their usual booth. Harry was smoking a cigar. He saw them headed their way and tapped Ed's leg underneath the table. 

They walked up arm in arm. "Hello boys," she said with that bright smile of hers. 

"Well hey...didn't expect to see you here," Harry said stunned. She was the best looking thing he had ever laid eyes on. He had never seen a dress in Dick's in all the years he had been going. 

Ed couldn't find his voice. He saw what he believed were her nipples barely discernable behind the fuzzy sweater material. 

It was quite obvious to Harry and Ed that their relationship had changed. She was clinging onto his arm with a school girl crush. And those Dockers. Harry knew that was her doing. 

"I hope you don't mind me tagging along," she smiled sliding in next to Harry. "Hi Ed." 

"Hi," Ed managed. With all the dreams he had of her in that costume, he was pretty sure they were now going to be of that dress. 

"No...we're glad you came," Harry said with a big smile. "It gets a little boring with these guys after a while. I bet that doesn't happen tonight," he chuckled. That Gary was one lucky son of a bitch he thought. 

She nestled in close to Gary and slid her arm down into his lap underneath the table. The boys could easily see where it ended up. Ed shifted in his seat. Harry maintained a poker face. "You say the nicest things," she said before turning to Gary, "doesn't he honey?"

Gary gave her quick smile, "Yes...of course...sugar." She took that opportunity to push against his cock with her hand. He assumed it was reward for answering her correctly. "Harry always knows what to say," he smiled. 

"I bet you would like a drink," Harry said signaling the waitress. She walked over to take the order. "What will you have?" Harry asked. 

"Gary knows what I like," she smiled making it clear who was in charge. 

"She would like Crown Royal with a splash of water," he said feeling like the big stud on campus. "Make that two," he added almost forgetting himself. 

"So...how are things going?" Harry asked looking at her. He was particularly impressed with the peach lip gloss she was wearing.

"They just couldn't be better," she gushed flashing a bright cheery smile. "Gary has been so nice to me. He pours me a drink in the evenings when I get home. Sometimes I even get a foot rub," she smiled. "He really knows how to make a girl happy." 

The boys nodded their head in agreement. She had him wrapped around her little finger. But hey, they would switch places with him any day of the week. 

She turned to look into Gary's eyes, "So I do what I can to make him happy too." 

He found himself blushing. Boy, she was really laying it on thick. He could see the boys were jealous as hell. And that felt pretty good. 

Their drinks arrived and she proceeded to flirt with the boys all evening. She mentioned Gary in just about everything she said. 

The one thing the boys noticed was her arm going down to his lap. It hadn't moved since the minute they got there. She had him hard in those tight little panties and kept him that way. He sat there with a shit eating grin the entire night. 

Two hours later she said, "Well...I think its time we went home, don't you honey? These drinks have me all hot and bothered." The boys nearly fell out. 

Gary scooted out of the booth first and stood there waiting for her. His bulge was clearly visible. She waited until they noticed and slid out behind him. She ran her arm through his, "Good night boys." She flashed them that smile one more time and they walked out together. 

As they headed for the door she leaned in to whisper in his ear, "I think that went well, don't you?" He had a smile from ear to ear, "Oh man...that was great!" 

As they approached the car she said, "I'll take those keys mister." He looked at her surprised, but handed them over. She gave him that wicked little grin of hers, "You have work to do." 

They got in the car and she kicked off her heels. She started it up and he bent down to her lap. He edged the hem of her dress back revealing the cute little panties she was wearing. He reached deep between her legs and found her hard. He pulled it free and kissed it twice before running his tongue slowly around the head. 

"That's my Penis Boy," she cooed. She backed up and pulled out of the parking lot. "Feeling your hard cock... all night...thinking about the panties you have on...made me so fucking horny!" she huffed. "I can't wait to get home." He slurped on her cock all the way there. 

She pulled into the driveway and he did his best to stick her cock back into her panties, but it just wouldn't fit. He pulled her dress down, but it tented up obscenely. "You are definitely getting better at that," she smiled taking his hand and leading him into the house. She walked him right back to her bedroom and pushed him back on her bed. 

She reached for his zipper and eased it down, "Tell me...did you think about their cocks?" 

"Hmm?" he grunted playing dumb. He was not very good at it. She grabbed his pants and yanked them off leaving him sprawled out in his panties. 

She stared at the nice big lump straining against the silk. "I said...did you think about their cocks? You wondered what they looked like...didn't you...what they would feel like between your lips." She watched his cock jump and jerk behind the silk. "That's what I thought!" she smiled. He was definitely hooked. "I just know that Harry has a big one." 

She reached up and pulled his panties off. Then she hiked her dress up and pulled him closer to her. "You make such a nice Penis Boy," she said driving her cock into him. 

To be continued...Thank you for your vote. 



Super Hero Ch. 06



He headed to the kitchen the next morning and put on a pot of coffee noticing he slept like a baby. She walked in soon after and he poured her a cup. "You are so good to me," she said cupping his baby blue panties. 

He smiled leering at her see-through nightie. "Would you like some eggs?" 

They sat through breakfast with the charge of sex in the air. It was always like that now. He cleared the dishes and put them in the sink. 

"What are you wearing to the office today?" she asked casually. 

"It's Friday. I usually wear a pair of jeans." 

"That black pair?" 

"Yes." 

"I have just the thing," she said rising to her feet. She came into his room as he was getting ready. She handed him a pair of black silk panties with small little ruffles going across the back. They were cut high in the back, almost like a thong. "Wear these." 

He noticed the ruffles and became worried. He slipped them on. 

"Precious!" she announced. She saw his concern, "What's the matter?" 

"These ruffles," he said. "They might show." 

"Well...put on your jeans and let's see." He stepped into his jeans and buckled them up. "Turn around," she said staring at his ass. "No...it's fine," she said running her hand over his ass. "You need to loosen up baby...have a little fun."

Hmm? Maybe she was right. 

He spent lunch thinking about the boys. They didn't have the slightest idea what was really going on. He doubted he could explain it to them. He wasn't sure he understood himself. He thought of her. She had become his favorite subject. 

He drove home wondering, as he always did these days, what awaited him. He walked through the front door surprised to see her waiting for him. 

"Hi! I'm surprised to see you here," he said making his way through the door. She was in full costume, "Getting ready to go on a call?" 

"Hi baby," she said with that smile of hers. She rose to her feet. "No," she grinned, "you are. But first..." she said pushing him to his knees. 

He reached up and freed her cock. He kissed the tip twice and ran his tongue around the head. "I've been waiting for that... all day," she said closing her eyes letting her head fall back. 

He built her up several times, but did not allow her to climax. He remembered to lick her balls without being told. She was quite pleased with his progress. "You are getting sooo much better..." she purred. "Now baby...open your mouth...hold your tongue out...so I can feed you." 

He sat back on his heels, tilted his head up and opened his mouth wide. She grabbed her throbbing cock, pulled on it hard. "Wait for it..." she said pumping furiously. He watched wide eyed. "Such.. a...good...penis...boooooyyyyyy," she cried as the long thick rope of cum burst out landing on is tongue. She crammed her cock in his mouth, thrust hard against his face emptying her balls, "Fuck yeah!" 

She ran her fingers through his hair trying to catch her breath. "Oh hell yeah," she said quite pleased. She looked down at him, "Lick me clean baby." He ran his tongue all over her shaft and balls. 

She tucked her cock back into her panties and pulled her short little skirt down, "Fix us a drink sweetie." He rose to his feet, ran a finger along his lips and headed for the kitchen. He pulled the tumblers, poured the whiskey. 

She walked up behind him, pushed her crotch against his cute little ass. She reached around and eased her finger inside his mouth, felt him caress it with her tongue. "How was your day baby?" she asked reaching for his crotch with her other hand. He was hard as hell. 

"Mmm," he moaned sucking her finger. She humped his ass playfully, "Did anyone see your ruffles?" 

"Ump mm," he moaned. 

She grabbed two penis straws; put them in their drinks, "Told ya..." She moved to one side letting him turn around. They both took a sip at the same time. 

"I'm taking you out tonight," she announced. 

That piqued his interest. "Oh really?" he said. 

"I've met your friends...I've decided its time for you to meet some of mine," she grinned. She could see his eyebrows wrinkle. She smiled inwardly. That should give him something to think about. "Come...let's get you presentable." 

They walked back to his room, "I bought you the most adorable thong! I can't wait to see it on you. Pull out your tightest jeans...I'll be right back." 

He stripped down to his panties and waited for her to return. "Trying to get my aroused?" she teased giving him a squeeze. She dangled the sheer thong in front of his face, "What do you think about these?" she smiled. 

He noticed they had a big four inch satin bow in the back. "Wow," he smiled. He put them on. You could see every detail of his hairless cock and balls nestled snuggly behind the material. 

"Now that is dynamite," she said checking them out. "Turn around honey." He turned around and wiggled his ass playfully. "Better than I had hoped," she said pushing him against the bed. She pushed her cock against his ass, "Just two humps...I promise," she said thrusting into him, "Ok...maybe three." 

He saw the shirt she had thrown on the bed. "What's this?" Her thrusts slowed to a sensuous grind, "Isn't that hot? I knew you would like the satin." She backed off of him, "If I don't stop right this minute...we'll be late." She leaned in by his ear, "I want to fuck you so bad." He smiled. 

He grabbed the shirt and slipped it over his head. It was so freaking tight he was worried he would rip it pulling it down. His face flushed as the cool satin caressed on his skin. It was a tee shirt cut, but the sleeves were cut very short. And the length was a little short as well. It stopped an inch above his navel. 

"Nice..." she said running her hand over it. "Let's see the pants." He shimmed into his tightest jeans barely able to get them zipped. 

"Perfect," she said thrilled. "Turn for me baby." The light bounced off the shiny shirt and there were probably three or four inches of bare skin between his shirt and jeans. He was glad he went to the gym regularly. 

"How do I look?" he asked. She could see the top of the satin bow peeking out the back. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him she thought. "Simply adorable!" 

He glanced in the mirror. He wasn't so sure. But then again, he thought, when you are out with a woman in a red cape...nobody is looking at you. 

They walked out to the car, "I'm driving." He tossed her the keys and slipped into the passenger seat. She had barely gotten the car started when she felt him pulling her skirt back digging in her panties. "Once you get a taste of dick..." she smiled pulling out of the driveway. 

He ran his tongue over her cock, "Tell me about your friends." But she ignored his request. So he danced and teased, tickled and slurped until she was nearly frantic, "All right, all right!" she relented. "I'll say this...you have a lot in common. They are going to love you. And I'm sure you will love them." Then she pushed his head back down on her cock, "Now...don't talk with your mouth full." 

She drove for a while with him nursing. Occasionally they would pass under a street light that filled the car with light. She could see his bow working its way out of the back of his jeans as he worked her cock. 

The dark, dirt road was just past the city line. If you blinked you would miss it. He rose from her lap to see where they were. "You are becoming a true master honey...really, you are," she said giving him a kiss. She could taste herself on his lips. 

They pulled up to a house that sat off the road. It had a steep roof that came almost to the ground and a big funky wood door. "Wow! Check this place out," he said impressed. 

She grabbed his hand and headed for the door. He saw the sign over it, "Mount Olympus." She swung the door open and the first thing he saw was a beautiful angel standing behind a counter, wings and all. His eyes scanned the place realizing it was more shop than house. He couldn't believe the room. It was filled with exotic looking sex toys intermixed with every type of fetish wear you could imagine. Now he knew where she got her costume. 

"Hello Commandress," she said coming out from behind the counter giving her a warm hug. Her wings were white with black insets attached to a black velvet bustier. She wore the matching garter belt and panties, all black velvet and cute as could be. Her thigh high black velvet boots hung from the straps of her garter belt. She was breathtakingly hot. 

"Hi Angel," Commandress said moving her lips to Angel's. What followed was a slow, wet kiss with plenty of tongue that made his cock throb. "It's good to see you." 

"Who is this delicious looking man?" Angel asked. 

The Commandress beamed with pride, "This is my new Penis Boy." 

Angel stepped over and gave him a hug, "Welcome to Mount Olympus Penis Boy." 

"Is Zeus around?" Commandress asked. 

Angel smiled as her hand drifted down to his ass, "He's in the back honey." She gave it a little squeeze, "Why don't you go on back while I show your friend around?" 

The Commandress smiled, "Thanks...but I think I will take him with me." She grabbed his arm and headed for the back room. 

She led him through the door into the back room. Even though it was large, it felt intimate. There was a work bench against one wall and racks of clothes everywhere. In the center of the room was a large overstuffed couch.  

A large well-muscled man with a beard appeared. He was wearing leather cuffs that laced up each wrist with leather leggings around his ankles. He wore a gold chain around his neck and another around his waist. The one around his waist held a loin cloth made of white spandex. His chest was chiseled steel, his stomach pure washboard. He had to be six five or better.

"Hey Zeus baby!" she said cheerfully throwing herself at him. Zeus wrapped his big, burly arms around her in an affectionate hug completely ignoring Gary. He felt a pang of jealousy. Clearly they were friends, but still. 

"I want you to meet my new Penis Boy," she said pointing to Gary. 

Suddenly Zeus broke into a huge smile, "Well why didn't you say so." He turned to Gary, enveloped his entire body with those huge arms giving him the same warm, gracious hug he had given her. Gary found his face smashed up against the bare chest of a nearly naked man. And if he wasn't mistaken, could feel his manly bulge pushed right against his. Zeus noticed the satin bow peeking out of his jeans and gave Commandress a wink. 

Then he took Gary's chin in his hand and lowered his lips to Gary's. He felt Gary stiffen, but that didn't stop him from pushing his tongue into Gary's mouth. He continued to kiss him until he felt him give in. Once he felt Gary's tongue play with his, kiss him back, he was happy. "Welcome Penis Boy."

Gary gave him a smile not knowing what to say. That kiss threw him completely off balance. He had never kissed a man before. The Commandress slipped her arm through his giving him a reassuring tug. 

They walked over to the couch and sat with Gary in the middle. The Commandress took his hand and pushed it underneath Zeus's loin cloth. His cheeks flushed as his fingers made contact with the biggest cock he had ever touched. His fingers didn't even make it all the way around. 

Zeus put his arm around him, "So you are the new Penis Boy. This calls for spirits!" Zeus looked around, "Where's that kitty?" Then he yelled, "Kitty!" 

Suddenly a smoldering hot brunette appeared from behind a clothes rack. She was wearing a black latex body suit that came right up underneath her breasts and stopped. There was a strap that went between them to a collar that buckled around her neck. Her crotch featured a shiny chrome zipper that went between her legs. Her gloves came right up to her shoulder.  

"You called lover..." she said noticing Gary's hand move around underneath that loin cloth. Her heels must have been five inches tall. 

"What will you have?" Zeus asked him. 

He turned to the Commandress, "She knows what I like."

The Commandress smiled, "Two Crown's, neat." 

Kitty locked her eyes on Gary, ran her tongue along her lips seductively, "I'll be right back..." He couldn't help but watch as she walked away. That suit was like a second skin. 

"Zeus is the one who brought Commandress Penis to life," she said proudly. She was watching that hand too. Gary was becoming quite comfortable fondling Zeus. He couldn't imagine having one so big. 

He turned to Zeus, "I loved it from the first moment I saw it." 

"Some of my best work," Zeus said looking into his eyes. Gary could see the arousal. It was contagious. "Six costumes...identical in every detail." Gary watched him lower his head, knew he was about to be kissed. He squeezed that monster cock as their lips met, pushed his tongue into Zeus's mouth. 

The Commandress eased her hand underneath her skirt and released her throbbing cock. She grabbed his other hand guiding it to her cock. He could feel it throb between his fingers as he kissed the mighty Zeus. 

Kitty came back and served their drinks. Each had a penis straw. She watched them kiss, noticed his hand around the Commandress. 

"Thank you Kitty," Commandress grinned. The Commandress grabbed his drink, waited for them to finish. When they did, she held it to his mouth. He shot her a grin, wrapped his lips around the penis straw and sucked. 

"I saw Batman the other day," Commandress said. Gary continued to fondle both of them. He just loved playing with two cocks. 

"Really? How is he doing?" Zeus asked. Gary moved his hand to the tip of that monster and gave it a gentle twist. He caught her eye and she brought his glass to his lips where he drained it dry. 

"He looked a little down in the dumps," Commandress said setting the glass on the table. 

Kitty was right there with a fresh one. She set it on the table before unzipping Gary's pants. 

"I think he is having issues with Boy Robin," Zeus said. Kitty tugged at Gary's pants leg pulling them right off. Two hands grabbed his shirt. It was Angel. Gary raised his hands so she could pull it off. His hands went right back to those cocks. 

"Awe...that's a shame," Commandress said holding the new glass to his lips. He sat there in his sheer thong with the big satin bow and sucked hard on that penis straw. "They make such a good couple." 

He heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper being opened. It was Kitty. She grabbed his legs, spread them, worked her way between them. She aimed her cock, pushed it inside him. "Meeeeoooooowwwww," she moaned.

"Oh...my...god," he said letting his head fall back. 

He felt two hands on his face, guided his head back just a little further. Angel slipped her cock right between his lips. 

He held on to those two cocks for dear life as the girls had their way with him. His first orgasm was from Kitty fucking him. The second was when Angel blew a load down his throat. 

The girls returned with his costume. One pulled off his soaked thong as the other removed the costume from its hanger. Angel helped him step into the red satin shorts while Kitty was ready with the matching vest. They handed him the cape and he attached it around his neck. Angel held him while Kitty helped him on with the thigh high boots that zipped up the back. The boots felt weird. He looked down to see the knee bulged out. It had some sort of padding sewn in. 

The girls marched him over to a full length mirror where Zeus and the Commandress joined them. Angel handed her the mask and Commandress secured it to his head. It had mesh grills over the eyes and a patch of fine fur starting at the top of his forehead extending back a few inches. 

He stared at himself in the mirror. His shorts were really short and had a zipper much like Kitty's. You could clearly see the outline of his cock in the satin. There was a large "PB" on his vest. His mask concealed his identity completely, something that pleased him very much.  

The girls moved a padded bench before him. He saw Zeus reach between his legs for that big chrome zipper. He pulled it open and bent him over the padded bench. 

Penis Boy watched in the mirror as Zeus pushed that monster into him. The three ladies watched as Zeus took big, powerful thrusts pounding that ass. It was something to see. 

Penis Boy held onto that padded bench as the glow from his ass became more and more pronounced. Then Zeus grabbed his hips, drove his cock in one last time and flooded him with thick, hot cum. 

He zipped Penis Boy back up and slapped him on the back, "Be sure to tell me how that costume works out." 

He was thoroughly exhausted in the car going home. He leaned against the car door as his mind replayed the better parts of the evening. She glanced over at him from time to time. The street lights illuminated the red satin in flashes as the car drove past. "I knew you would like my friends." 

To be continued... Thank you for your vote. 



Super Hero Ch. 07



Chapter 7 "Commandress Penis and her trusty sidekick, Penis Boy

He slept well into the next morning. He slipped into the little black ruffle number he had worn to the office and headed into the kitchen to find a pot of coffee already made. He poured himself a cup and walked into the living room where he found the Commandress. 

"Good morning sleepy head," she smiled. "How is my penis boy this morning?" She was wearing her nightie with matching see-through panties. 

"Fine," he said taking a sip of coffee. "Man, I can't remember the last time I slept this late." 

"All that dick must have really worn you out," she teased. "You made a great impression with my friends." He shot her a smile. 

"I'm going shopping this afternoon. Which do you like best, thongs or panties?" He could feel his cheeks turning red. "Silk or satin? Bows or ruffles?" She noticed his face was completely red now. How cute she thought. "Don't worry baby. I'll get you a little of everything," she smiled thoughtfully.

He threw her a smile. Her cock had grown hard too. 

She saw him notice. "Do you want a little cream with that coffee?" she asked with that wicked little grin of hers. She turned towards him and spread her legs. Her cute little panties were tented obscenely. 

He eased between her legs. He gave her a grin and slowly pulled her panties back watching her cock flop back and hit her stomach before standing straight up. He inched forward and kissed the tip making it dance. He suppressed his grin. He worked his tongue slowly around the ridge just as she liked. 

"What do you think of your costume?" she asked watching his tongue. He lowered his mouth down her shaft. It wasn't so much the costume, per se. The cool satin felt really good against his skin. But why did he have one at all? Costumes were her thing, not his. 

He went down her shaft and eased slowly back up making it glisten. "Well...it's nice and everything." He kissed the tip again. "I was just wondering why I have a costume." He slid back down several inches and worked his tongue over the slit. 

The moan escaped her lips easily. He was already better than the girls she used to date...way back when. That's one of the reasons she switched to boys. 

"Don't tell me you bought that singing telegram bit?" she said watching his head bob up and down. "Oh no sugar...I'm strictly special order." She exhaled loudly, "Damn that's good." 

He eased up to the tip, circled his tongue around the ridge one more time, "Special order?" he asked. He worked his tongue along the side of her shaft headed for her balls. 

"Absolutely. The wild adventures of Commandress Penis and her trusty sidekick, Penis Boy," she smiled. "That's you. Don't you read the erotic comic books? We're famous...and we're expensive." 

Just after lunch she went shopping and he headed to the local adult book store. He found the comics and looked for Commandress Penis. And there it was, bigger than life. The cover showed a busty blonde in the exact same costume she wore. And standing right behind her was Penis Boy, red satin and all. 

He felt his palms get sweaty. He looked around nervously before opening the comic book. He thumbed through page after page. He closed it and stuck it back on the shelf. He looked around once again and left. 

She walked in the door later that afternoon arms filled with boxes and sacks. "Hello baby. You are not going to believe the things I bought for you," she smiled. "Some of them are simply outrageous," she winked. 

She walked back to his room and dumped he boxes on his bed. She rummaged through the sacks apparently looking for something in particular. "Here it is," she said pulling out a flaming red satin thong. It had a little pouch in the front for his balls and a tube looking thing for his cock. And there was a cute little bow centered at the top in the front and another in back. "Put it on baby...let me see!" 

He pulled his black panties off and slid into the red thong. He was trying to stuff his cock into the satin tube, "Tell me, in the comics, does Penis Boys always..." 

"Yes, always," she said with that grin, "you lucky devil." 

By then he had his cock all the way inside the satin tube, "Oh my...I think these are my favorite." She grabbed the satin tube, felt him growing hard. "Don't you just love them?" 

Soon he was sucking her cock again. 

He spent that afternoon learning how to paint her fingernails and toenails. He made dinner and cleaned the dishes. Then he fixed drinks for them to enjoy after dinner in the living room. 

When he brought the drinks out he noticed her sitting on the couch with all his new panties in a pile next to her. 

"Now take those off sugar," she said taking a sip from her drink. He did and she handed him the pair on top. He started to put them on, but she stopped him. "No baby...wrap them around that cute little cock of yours." He grinned wrapping it around his erection.

"Now...jack off. Fast, slow...I don't care. But don't you dare cum!" He grinned again. "And fair warning...you are going to do that with every pair in this pile. So pace yourself." 

He pretty much knew by the end of the weekend that certain things had changed for him...probably forever. 

He didn't realize just how much until a few days later. He came home from work to find her in full costume, "Time to suit up mister. We have our first call together." 

He immediately fell apart. He figured this day would come, but he pushed it from his mind. He no longer had that luxury. He went back to his bedroom and stripped out of his work clothes; including the pink bikini panties she put him in that morning. He walked over to the closet and stared at the red satin costume. Could he do this? 

She came barging into his room, "Hey! Let's get a move on. We have places to go, people to see." She walked over and pulled his costume out, "It's the amazing Penis Boy!" she said proudly looking at it. She walked over to the bed and laid it out. 

She glanced over and noticed his nervousness. First time jitters. His poor cock was shriveled up to nothing. "Hey, hey, hey...snap out of it!" She reached into her pocket and produced a cock ring. "Now listen up," she said slipping it around his cock and balls. "We are super heroes. We own that place from the minute we walk in, got it?" 

She handed him the shorts and he slipped them on. "Now remember...keep a stiff upper lip." But he wasn't listening. "Stiff upper lip...get it?" she giggled. "Penis Boy...stiff upper lip. Ah come on...that's funny." She glanced at his shorts. The cock ring was doing a wonderful job of enhancing his charms. If she didn't miss her guess, he was becoming a little firmer. He just needed to suck a little cock to calm his nerves. Then he would be fine. 

"Here, put this on," she said handing him the vest. "Wait!" she corrected herself. She bent down and licked both nipples. As nervous as he was, he was definitely starting to get horny. It was like a chain reaction. Each lick sent a message directly to his crotch where the cock ring amplified it by a factor of six million. Once his cock started growing, there was no stopping it. 

She helped him on with his boots and zipped them up in the back. Then it was the mask and cape followed by his gloves and he was ready to go. He looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes naturally went to his crotch where his cock was throbbing. That cock ring made him look like Zeus. 

"And now Penis Boy...on to our destiny!" she yelled with her hands on her hips, chest stuck out proudly. She held that pose for a moment, but heard nothing in reply. She waited another moment, but nothing. She turned, found him checking himself out in the mirror. "Hey! Glamour puss," she called out. "This is your part, remember?" 

He looked over at her, saw the pose. Yeah, he remembered. "Destiny is dick...which I like to lick...hooray for dick, dick, dick," he said as if reading the small print of a disclaimer for diarrhea medication.

"You've got to be kidding!" she said deadpanned. 

He looked over at her, "Can't I just say something like 'I want to suck your cock'? That would be sooo much better." 

"Stick with the script baby," she said with that look on her face. "It sold millions of comic books. It's a proven winner. You don't fuck with success." 

"Don't fuck with success..." he mocked. 

She turned serious. "You do want some dick tonight...now don't you?" she asked. 

The fact of the matter was yes, he very much wanted some dick tonight. 

She drove them over to the Clancy. It was a four star hotel in downtown. She pulled right under the porte-cochère of the main entrance where they were met by a swarm of bell boys. They opened the car doors for them and got their first look at their costumes. 

They were pretty good keeping a straight face, but he knew they would be telling jokes about this for months to come. 

"Any luggage ma'am?" 

She shot him that wicked little grin of hers, "I'm packing everything I need sailor." 

They made their way through the lobby causing a stir. The Clancy was a nice hotel. The people in the lobby were nice people. They were not accustomed to seeing erotic super heroes walking through the lobby. It just so happened that one of those nice people was upstairs waiting to have the time of his life. 

She looked at him on the way up to the penthouse in the elevator, "Remember...we own the place." 

"Got it." 

The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened on a mini lobby for the penthouse. They walked over to the front door and knocked. It seemed like hours before the guy opened the door. He was wearing a robe and a stunned look, nothing else. 

"Hello Mike," she said walking right in. Penis Boy was right behind her. "You know who we are...I trust," she said with that wicked grin. The suite was lavish with huge picture windows looking out over the city. "You can see so much from here," she said staring out. She looked over her shoulder at Penis Boy and pointed to Mike's crotch. 

Penis Boy stepped over, dropped to his knees and parted Mike's robe exposing his cock. He leaned forward and kissed it right on the tip. Then he ran his tongue over it slowly. 

"Do you see that Mike?" she asked. "I point to a cock... he sucks. That's what penis boys do." 

"But then you knew that...didn't you Mike? Penis Boy loves cock. He thinks about it all the time. But then...you knew that too." 

Penis Boy had him hard in no time. Sucking cock was definitely his strong suit. Once he had a cock in his mouth, everything changed. He loved the feel of warm flesh against his tongue. 

"You know all about Penis Boy..." she said. "Because you want to be a penis boy too...don't you Mike?"

Mike looked over at her with concern. 

"You think about cock all the time, but you are afraid someone might find out. That's why you sneak into the bathroom with a Commandress Penis comic book, play with your cock while dreaming of being Penis Boy." 

She turned to see the shock on Mike's face. "Your inner self is dying to be bad. I know. I can see it in your eyes." 

"Look at him," she said sharply. His eyes went straight to Penis Boy. He watched as that tongue bathed his cock. "He loves to suck cock." She saw the fire in Mike's eyes, "Almost as much as he loves to be fucked. He is a true penis boy." 

"You want to be penis boy so bad. All you can think about is dick...lots and lots of dick." 

Mike was stunned. She knew it all. 

She reached into her purse. "Go into the bathroom...and put these on for me," she said handing him white satin panties, a matching garter belt and white nylon stockings. "And Mike...I don't want to see any of that nasty hair when you come back." 

He was so nervous. Mike grabbed the lingerie and headed to the bathroom. 

The Commandress looked at Penis Boy, "Bring me a glass of ice. Did you like his cock?" 

"Yes, he has a nice one," Penis Boy smiled. He stepped over to the bar and filled a glass with ice. 

Mike walked back in the room wearing the white satin ensemble. His panties were stretched tight by the thoughts dancing in his head. 

"Someone's been thinking about dick..." Commandress smiled. "Come right over here," she said pointing to Penis Boy. 

Mike dropped to his knees, stared at the large red satin lump. 

"You want that dick so bad..." she teased. "Reach for that zipper." Mike raised his hand to Penis Boy's zipper and eased it down. "That's right...just like that...see how easy it is..."

She leaned in to his ear, "You have been waiting so long for this very moment." She grinned. "What would a good penis boy do Mike? Huh? Right now...what would he do?" 

Mike swallowed hard, "He would reach in that zipper, pull that cock free... and kiss it." 

"Mmm that's right Mike. I knew you would know exactly what a good penis boy would do," she said running her finger along his ear. "Do it."

With trembling fingers, Mike reached inside that zipper feeling his very first dick! He felt his face flush as he wrapped his fingers around it. He was having trouble breathing. He pulled it from the red satin, felt it throb between his fingers. "ohhhh man," he said under his breath. 

He kissed it right on the head. 

"Your first cock," she whispered, "but not your last...is it Mike? Look at it. I want you to remember the first cock you put in your mouth...the first cock you will taste." 

Mike stared at Penis Boy's cock, watched the way in throbbed before him. "You have waited so long for this very moment," she grinned. "Suck that cock penis boy." She pulled out her phone. Mike didn't notice. He was staring at his very first cock. 

He took a deep breath and eased his lips over that warm flesh. It was better than he dreamed. The Commandress caught the glorious moment with the camera in her phone. 

He was going crazy now that he had it between his lips. He was all over that cock. 

"Such a naughty boy," she teased. "You should be thinking about pussy...but you don't...all you think about is dick...lots and lots of dick." 

Mike could no longer think straight. He was beyond horny. He took as much of that cock inside his mouth as he could. 

"Look into his eyes...I want you to look in his eyes as he empties his balls into your hungry mouth...understand penis boy?" 

"Mmm hmm," he moaned bringing his eyes up to Penis Boy. He was sucking a man's cock! He could see the nice, slow grin on Penis Boy's face. Commandress took that picture. 

"Fuck his face Penis Boy," she commanded. "Use his mouth for your pleasure." 

Penis Boy began driving his cock into Mike's mouth, banging his balls against his chin. "That's it...give this penis boy something to remember." 

Mike was whimpering and moaning. Penis Boy could feel it coming. He started driving harder and harder. She took that picture too. 

"Oooooohhhh FUCK!" Penis Boy screamed as he let loose with a huge stream of thick cum. "Fuck...fuck...fuck," he yelled as his cock repeatedly exploded inside Mike's mouth. There was so much it leaked from the corners, but he kept sucking, swallowing. Commandress snapped as many pictures as she could. Finally Penis Boy trembled one last time and was done. 

She reached down and pulled his panties out. "Look how hard you are from sucking cock...drinking cum," she said. "You love that taste...don't you Mike? You can't wait to get more. You are well on your way to being a true penis boy." Then she dumped the entire glass of ice into his panties and closed them. 

"Uuuh...ahhh....geeees," Mike whimpered dancing around. His erection shriveled right up. She reached into her purse and pulled out the device, a clear acrylic tube with a collar attached at the end. She took Mike's shriveled up cock and pushed it into the tube. Then she snapped the collar behind his balls and clicked the tube closed. She threaded a tiny little padlock through there holding it locked together. 

Mike ran his hand over the thing. His balls were free, but his soft dick was totally encapsulated inside that small tube. That padlock sitting on top pretty much said everything. 

"It's not about your dick anymore...now is it penis boy?" she chuckled. "Oh no...it's about everyone else's." She picked up her phone and took a picture. 

Minutes later Mike found himself spread out on the bed. "There's just one more thing...isn't there Mike?" Penis Boy was by his head feeding him cock. She crawled up between his legs. She teased his balls with her erection. "You aren't a real penis boy...until you have been fucked...by a nice hard cock. Isn't that right...Mike?"

"Mmm hmm," he moaned hesitantly. 

"You're going to like being fucked by a girl." And with that she pushed her cock into him causing him to grunt. "How does that cock feel? Is it as good as you dreamed?" she said working it gently. 

"You take it so well. I believe you having been using a vibrator," she said taking nice, full strokes. "A big black vibrator...ten inches long...right Mike?" 

"Mmm," he grunted. How could she know? 

"Fuck my cock," she commanded. 

Mike started wiggling his ass, pushing back on her cock, trying to get as much dick as possible. "Faster, harder..." She snapped another picture with her phone. 

"God I LOVE COCK!" he screamed deliriously. It was so much better than he could have imagined. 

"I know you do...you like nice big cocks," she smiled. "And now Cynthia has a strap on...a nice big one...only big cocks will do...isn't that right...you won't be happy ...unless Cynthia fucks you with a really big cock...isn't that right penis boy?" 

Cream started oozing from the slit at the end of that tube as soon as he heard her name. 

"You're going to be sucking and fucking that big cock of hers...all the time now... penis boy." Another wave of cream oozed out. "Cynthia is your Commandress now...she found all your nasty little books...your toys." 

"Oooh...mmmm," he moaned at the revelation. Commandress was fucking him with full thrusts. "She threw them all away...penis boy." More thrusts. "There is just one toy waiting for you when you go home...and it hangs from your Commandress." 

"Aaaaaah.....ohhhh....mmmm," Mike moaned as more cum flowed from the slit. 

"She asked me to drop by...give you a little training lesson..." she said getting close herself. "Only a true penis boy will do for her..." The Commandress thrust one last time and exploded. It made Penis Boy so excited he blew another load down his throat. 

"Now...now you are a true penis boy," she said proudly pulling her cock free. "And tell me Mike...what do true penis boy's say?" 

Mike swallowed the last little bit of cum, "Destiny is dick...which I like to lick...hooray for dick, dick, dick." 

They left Mike on the bed, depleted and content. 

"What about that thing on his cock?" Penis Boy asked as they walked to the elevator. 

"Cynthia has the key," Commandress smiled. She pulled out her phone and hit the Send button. "And now she has the pictures too." 

The End...Thank you for your vote.