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Ms Justice: Christmas Cuckold

Synne City Super Heroines in Peril Short Story

By JK Waylon

Synne City, December 20th…

Ms Justice flew up to the water tower. Asha stood within the circle of super heroines. The blonde heroine in patriotic red, white, and blue was the last to arrive at the meeting. She moved in to take a spot between Catgirl and Fury, giving both quick hugs.

“Now that we’re all here,” Asha began, turning to look everyone in the eye. “We need to finalize the Christmas schedule. So far, no one has agreed to patrol at any time between December 24th and January 1st.”

Suddenly, all eyes averted away from the City Witch. Ms Justice felt her face heating up. She knew most of the heroines had family they wanted to visit, and most of those families were not in Synne City. Neither she, nor her husband, had any living family. It was just the two of them, and Robert had already made reservations for two weeks in the Bahamas, starting December 23rd.

“No one?” Asha asked, sounding disappointed.

Guilt began to rise within. Ms Justice held her breath, hoping, praying someone would volunteer. She scanned the other masked faces. One and all looked embarrassed, worried. Everyone really wanted to go home for Christmas.

“Um, I don’t have any family,” Ms Justice said, cringing as she spoke. “So I’ll stay and patrol every night.”

“Thank you, Ms Justice,” Asha said. “I was going to go visit my family in Dallas, but since I’m a Hindu, I’ll stay and help you patrol.”

“No,” Catgirl said, squirming. “Fine. I’ll stay and help Ms Justice. You go visit family. I was just going to stay home and chill. So… yeah. It’ll be me and Ms J.” She leaned closer, gave Ms Justice a wink. “And I might catch her under the mistletoe and… Merry Christmas for me.”

Sighs and giggles came from the other heroines. Catgirl just wagged her brows.

“Oh my GOD,” Ms Justice cried, shaking her head. “Does your libido ever take a vacation?”

“No. Why should it?”

“One of these day I will bite you,” Ms Justice said to giggles from very relieved heroines.

She and Catgirl saved everyone else’s Christmas. They would work through the holiday, and then through New Years night. Now, how to tell her husband that all of his plans for a fun and romantic vacation were gone. Destroyed by an act of goodwill.

Damn, he was so looking forward to those two weeks.

They were scheduled to depart early in three days. He had already started packing. So when that meeting broke up, Ms Justice flew straight home. Back out of the city and to her country estate. The house was lit up, bright white Christmas lights outlined the house and roof. All of the firs in front of the house were decorated like Christmas Trees, white lights twinkling in the night.

Landing on the patio off the master bedroom with a clatter of stilettos, she stopped dead in her tracks as Christmas music washed over her. He was in such a good mood, so happy and eager for this tropical vacation. She paused, looked up at the heavens and sighed.

What have I done?

She entered their bedroom through the French doors. Robert came out of his closet with all of his bathing suits. A big smile spread across his face. He tossed everything on the bed to rush up to hug and kiss her.

“You’re home early.”

“Yeah, well, I met with Asha and the other girls,” she said, starting to squirm. She struggled to look at him, at his happy face. The last thing she wanted to do was kill his joy, but… “I’m afraid I can’t go to the Bahamas.” He flinched back, looking shocked. “That doesn’t mean you can go. It’ll just be without me.”

He stared at her with uncomprehending eyes for a long moment.

“What did you do?”

“I, um, volunteered to stay and patrol from Christmas through New Years.”

“Why on earth would you do that? We had plans.”

She cringed back. It was harder than she anticipated. “I’m sorry, but I don’t have any family, and the other girls really wanted to go home to theirs…”

“I’m not family? What the hell am I then?”

That was a gut punch. He had a point.

“No, not like that. I mean like family they need to go visit in other cities. Plus, I didn’t work last Christmas, or this past Thanksgiving, so I kinda sorta volunteered so the others’ plans weren’t ruined.”

“Wow, what a “kinda sorta” wonderful fucking person you are,” he said. “You just ruined our plans. Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

“You can still go and…”

“No.”

She watched him stomp out of the bedroom. Leaving her with his half-full suitcase. Leaving her to stew in her guilt.

I have to find a way to make this up to him.

~*~*~

Christmas Eve, just before sunset…

It was a done deal. Well, there was one person who might not cooperate. Still, she couldn’t imagine he would balk. Men were pretty predictable and easy to manipulate. And she had what it took to get a man’s undivided attention and desire.

Kelly came out of the bedroom in a red, off-the-shoulder, white fur-lined Santa’s Helper costume. The skirt was super short, barely dropping low enough to cover her assets. It was molded to her shapely body like a second skin. Black fishnet stockings, held up by garters, sheathed her legs, with shiny black knee boots adorning her feet. A Santa hat was cocked sassily on her head.

She looked around, listening intently. As expected, her husband was in his office. On the computer. He’d rearranged the furnishings, so that she could no longer see what was on his monitor from the door. He sat there staring, mouth open, so she had a good idea what he was watching.

Me suffering one of my many setbacks.

She paused, eyes closed. Why did he love watching her get fucked so hard and mercilessly? He was always so kind and loving when they made love. Oh, they had a few rough sex sessions, but Robert definitely liked to watch other men, really very bad men, soundly fuck his wife.

Watching her setbacks was probably his way of coping with her destroying all of his plans. She imagined he got a little extra pleasure watching some well hung gangbanger reaming out her ass, or her throat. She closed her eyes and shook her head.

She caught headlights through the window. It was time.

Kelly reached in, took hold of the doorknob and pulled his office door closed. Then she used an app to lock the door. She’d already set it up to deny him access to the app. He was trapped inside until she let him out. So she called him.

“Your office door is locked,” she said. “You can’t leave your office until I allow it.”

“What the fuck, Kel? What’s come over you?”

She grimaced. Robert had been snapping at her ever since she ruined all of his holiday plans. Stole his Christmas Spirit and joy. Time to give him what he loved. Anticipation made her skin tingle, and her pussy throbbed as it got hot and wet.

“You’ll see,” she said, and noticed headlights outside coming toward the front door. “He’s here.”

“Who is here?”

“Get on your computer. Pull up the house’s interior security cameras,” she said. “And watch what I do.”

“What are you going to do?” he said, sounding just a little distracted as keyboard keys clattered. “Hey, why are you dressed like that?”

“You’ll see,” she said. “Watch and enjoy. Merry Christmas, baby. Oh, and don’t forget to hit record.”

Kelly ended the call and turned off her phone. A knock came from the front door a moment later. She rubbed her full red lips together, tugged down on her too short skirt, and headed for the door with a hammering heart. She had no real confidence the young man outside would cooperate.

Opening the door, Kelly smiled big and brightly at the pizza delivery man. He was tall, good looking, height and weight proportional. Not a stud, but he’d do. Besides, a pizza delivery man should appeal to her porn loving husband. They were practically cliché.

The delivery driver’s reaction was perfect. She smiled when his eyes all but bugged out. He looked her over three times, before his gaze locked on her barely covered boobs. Kelly watched him swallow a lump, get flushed, and start to tremble a little.

“Hey, pizza man,” she purred, reaching out to caress his cheek. “Thank you for coming over so fast on this holiday night.” She caught his eyes, bit her lip, and smiled suggestively. “On this night of love and… Giving.”

“Um.”

“You are so sweet,” she purred, pulling him inside and closing the door. “Please, would you be so sweet and put the pizza on the island?”

She back toward the kitchen, pulling him along. He looked to be in a daze. Disbelieving. Not saying no. Not leaving her high and dry. So far so good.

Her eyes darted up to the security camera overlooking the kitchen and island. She picked up a remote and turned on the Christmas music. The first song was “Come All Ye Faithful.”

He placed the pizza on the island as request, and then started to back away. Kelly slipped between him and the island, hands clutching his waist.

“You are like Santa Baby, bringing me all that I desire,” she teased, eyes a-twinkle before he kissed him. Then she moved his hands to her waist, and got him to help lift her up atop the island. Sitting there, face-to-face with him, she smiled sultrily.

“Don’t go before I give you your tip,” she purred. “And it’s a very special Christmas gift.”

“Wh-What? I don’t… Um.”

“You are so cute and adorable, Santa Baby.”

Kelly pulled the Santa hat off, and plopped it on his head as her long, booted legs wrapped around him. She slowly looked down, drawing his gaze downward too. Then she lifted her tight skirt to reveal she was running commando. Her pussy smooth as a baby’s butt. That sucked the air out of his lungs. Her skin tingled again, a hot flush rushing through her. So she licked her right foot up atop his shoulders.

“Are you… Do you really want to?”

“I do,” she purred. “I want you to enjoy me. I want to give my body to you for Christmas.”

“I could get fired,” he stammered. Instead of pulling away, he yanked her dress down to expose her large, firm tits. “Fuck it. This job sucks anyway.”

Kelly giggled and squealed when he buried his face in her cleavage. The pizza man motorboated her, sucked and licked her nipples, and fondled her quite roughly. Then he kissed his way up to her lips and they made out hot and heavy. She spread more than just Christmas cheer when she lifted her other nylon sheathed, booted leg up and threw it over his shoulder.

She leaned back, propped up by her elbows. Her eyes went to the camera, gave her husband a sassy wink, and then looked straight up.

“Lookie there, my little titties are under the mistletoe.”

“Yes they are,” he said, and smothered her boobs with kisses.

Kelly squealed in delight, wiggling beneath him as one hand snaked down to unfasten his jeans. In a flash she had his cock in hand. Stroking it. Getting him so big and hard.

“Oh, Santa Baby,” she purred. “Merry Christmas to me.”

The hot and horny blonde guided the pizza delivery man straight into her pussy. He never hesitated, and thrust into her with a grunt of pleasure. Kelly cried out, eyes rolling up. His cock spread her tight little hole out so wonderfully. Felt amazing. While she was sopping wet and ready, she was still super tight. He needed to loosen her up, so every thrust penetrated just a little bit deeper. Slowly stretching her little love canal. It was so intense. She wiggled and squealed with pleasure, reveling in all the sexy sensations filling her suddenly overheated body.

Ooooo, Merry Christmas to me.

It wasn’t long before he was fully sheathed, and then shortly thereafter the feelings intensified until she had no choice but to buck and clutch at him desperately. Her mind stilled as she basked in the pleasure of sex. The thrill of being fucked. She turned her face, staring up into the camera as the delivery boy pounded into her like it was his last day on earth.

“Oh, Santa Baby,” she sighed. “Fuck me.”

She raked long red nails across his butt cheeks, while his hands mauled her tits and his cock rocked her world. The pizza boy proved his mettle, lasting long enough to push her over the top. She gasped, back bowing, when that rush to climax consumed her mind and body. Kelly’s eyes rolled up when her insides erupted with the merriest Christmas magic ever.

“Aaaaggh,” she cried. “Oh, Santa Baby!”

Kelly’s ultimate pleasure proved too much for the pizza delivery man, he gasped, pulled out, and whacked off all over her lower belly, pussy, and upper thighs. Then he staggered back to lean against the oven. A look of pure bliss on his face.

Giggling merrily, Kelly slipped off the island even as she basked in the afterglow. Feeling very generous, so full of the Christmas Spirit, she knelt before him and started licking and sucking him clean. She did such a good job that his cock rose again. So being a Good Christian Super heroine, Kelly started giving him head.

“Oh my God!” he gasped out. “Best tip ever!”

Kelly giggled. “Just best tip?”

“No, best Christmas ever!”

“Oh, Santa Baby,” she purred, and went down on him hard.

He cried out, eyes huge, as he clutched her head, fingers deep in her silken tresses. He thrust as she bobbed, quickly tapping the back of her throat every time. Kelly gagged and hacked, but she never gave up on him. She sucked cock until he gave her another Christmas present, a load of creamy cum.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, and then licked her lips. “Better than eggnog.”

Standing, she pulled her Santa’s Helper costume back into place, while he pulled his jeans up. Then she ushered him to the door, gave him a lingering good-bye kiss, and sent the pizza delivery man away with a big smile on his face.

Her good deed done, for both that stranger and her cuckold husband, Kelly unlocked the office door and headed for the master suite. She still had to go on patrol, and now needed another shower. Yeah, she was feeling real good, body still tingling with the last vestiges of the afterglow. But just as she entered the bedroom, footsteps raced up behind her.

“Heey!”

“Shut it, you sexy ho ho super ho,” Robert growled in her ear as he forced her up atop the bed. “Now it’s my turn.”

Robert forced Kelly to all fours, before he yanked her dress down to expose her tits again. She gasped and groaned as his hands explored her body, mostly roughly kneading her firm, fat tits. A moment later, she felt his dick sliding up and down her butt crack. Kelly bit her lip, dropped to her elbows, and sighed.

Got him, she thought. Robert is back.

His cock head pressed against her puckered sphincter. Kelly’s eyes widened. No, he wouldn’t go there first thing. He did, pushing just the head inside her.

“Uggggh.”

He yanked her head back and whispered in her ear.

“I knew you’d like that, Kel.”

She cut her eyes up at him.

“Like is not the word I’d use.”

Robert laughed and leaned into it, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. Kelly moaned and groaned, hands clawing at the bedspread.

“That pizza boy was right,” he said. “Best Christmas ever.”

He forced her to feel every long inch of him as he thrust into her. Soon, her insides melted again and a trembling seized her body. The man she loved was using her so hard and roughly. Just sating his lust on her. Kelly didn’t understand why she loved it so much.

“Fuck your naughty girl, Santa Baby.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes. Hurt me. I need to be hurt.”

“I know,” he said, and swatted her right butt cheek.

Thwack!

“Aaiiee!”

“Such a hot, sexy, and very naughty little girl.”

Thwack! Thwack!

Robert open hand spanked Kelly as he pounded into her ass like a wildman. It didn’t take long to push her into another orgasm. And then another. And then…

“Hell yes!” Robert cried, unleashing deep up her butt. Then he pulled out and came two more times on her quivering butt. “Merry Christmas, Kel.”

“Merry Christmas, baby,” she whispered. “Oh, why does Christmas always leave such a mess that I have to clean up?”

Kelly stripped out of her Santa’s helper costume, removed her boots, and removed the garter belt and hose. That’s when she realized the pizza delivery guy left with her Santa’s hat. Oh well, she had many others.

She quickly showered, and then fixed her hair and makeup. That done, she strode sassily past Robert. He was still in bed, on top of the covers, sprawled out naked. She noticed his dick start to rise when she reappeared.

“No,” she said. “I have to go. I’m already late for patrol.”

Using her phone, Kelly opened the secret saferoom. Inside, she opened the hidden closet with her super heroine costume. Starting at the bottom, she pulled on her red patent thigh boots, then put on her blue, star-spangled tanga thong. Next came her red, white, and blue, stars and stripes corset. With that on, she fastened a wide golden belt around her tiny waist. Then she put on the choker, with her enchanted Truth Medallion.

Kelly paused to look herself over in the three-panel mirror. She smiled and winked at herself.

“Look at you, Ms Christmas Spirit.”

She paused. Should I really be cuckolding my husband on this holiest of nights?

While the baby Jesus might not approve, her husband loved it. And she didn’t live with Jesus.

After gluing her mask to her face, she stood tall and declared, “I am Ms Justice.”

A tingle went through her mind and body. Everything about her changed from Kelly Kavanaugh to Ms Justice. Even her attitude changed. A change she always loved.

Ms Justice is the true me.

Pulling on her long, red opera gloves, Ms Justice strode from the saferoom. She found Robert waiting. Naked. Fully erect.

“I can’t,” she said. “That’ll just wreck my hair and face.” Noticing his disappointment. “You can have your way with Ms Justice after I return in the morning.” She kissed him. “Merry Christmas, baby.”

Ms Justice quickly exited out the to the back patio. She took off flying into the night sky, full of regret at disappointing Robert again. But then Catgirl called her.

“Merry Christmas, Kitten.”

“I’m Jewish.”

“What?”

Catgirl laughed. “Gotcha. I’m a recovering Baptist.”

“Recovering from what?”

“The trauma.”

“How is being a Baptist traumatic?”

“Don’t get me started,” she said, and laughed. “And why do people just laugh when someone says they are a recovering Catholic? That’s religious bias!”

“Oh my God, you are too extra for Christmas Night.”

“First off, it is Christmas Eve,” she said. “Secondly, I am not too extra. I’m just right extra.”

Ms Justice got Catgirl’s location and ended the call. A few minutes later they met up over the Tenderloin.

Catgirl crashed into her, wrapping arms and legs around Ms Justice, before kissing her full on the lips.

“Merry Christmas, Ms Justice.”

“Merry Christmas to you, Catgirl. Now let me go.”

“But we could be so good together. Let me show you a little Christmas Magic, baby.”

Ms Justice paused. “Um, I’m already had sex twice, with two different men, in the last hour or so.”

“What? Who? Why? Was it a setback?” she asked. “Is that why you are late?”

The blonde heroine laughed. “Slow down. Not a setback. You know my husband is a cuckold. Well, I made him watch as I made love… Had nasty sex with another man. And then my husband had even nastier sex with me. And, yes, that’s why I am late.”

“Why am I the one with the nympho rep?”

“Well, I try to hide my sexual misdeeds.”

“No, not misdeeds. It’s spreading love and joy to the world,” Catgirl said. “Revel in your sexuality, girl.”

“You’re spreading love and joy to the world? Wow. Okay.”

They giggled.

“Yes. In fact, I think we should find some guy who is doing good on this Christmas Eve, maybe a mall Santa, and have a threesome with him.”

Ms Justice laughed. Catgirl didn’t.

“You’re serious?”

“What? You have something again mall Santas?”

“Wow. Let’s just fly around and look for criminal activity.”

They dropped down to cruise up and down the teeming streets of the Tenderloin. Christmas Eve was big business in the sex trade. All those lonely single men out to find a moment of connection. Ms Justice started to feel sad.

Robert is home all alone, too, she thought. I left him there wanting me.

And then her eyes locked on it. The Hôtel le Coeur. A ten story hooker hotel deep within the Tenderloin. Ms Justice came to a stop, heart racing. Memories of that time she hooked up with Catgirl in the super heroine bolt hole secretly built there.

“Catgirl, do you…” she said, and stopped. Then softer, “Kitten, would you be open to making out while on Facetime with my husband again?”

Catgirl’s masked face brightened. Then she glanced at the Hôtel le Coeur and smiled. She pressed up to Ms Justice, face-to-face, bodies pressed tightly together from boobs to boots. The black latex and leather clad super heroine wiggled against her would-be lover.

“You know I’m always up for sexy time with you. And I kinda like it when men watch.”

“Is that a yes?”

Catgirl claimed her lips in a deep, open-mouth makeout session. Ms Justice lost track of time. There was just something about lipstick kisses, especially with such a passionate lover as Catgirl.

Ms Justice broke free of the other heroine, leading her down to the back alley behind the Hôtel le Coeur. She pulled out her phone, scanning the alley and back of all buildings with line of sight. Then she used another app to unlock the single window into the heroine “love nest.” She let Catgirl slip inside first.

The small room hadn’t changed much. The full-sized bed was still pressed up against the back wall, covered in hot pink sheets now. The only other furniture was a battered straight back chair. No bathroom or doors. There was barely enough space for them to stand side-by-side.

Ms Justice called her husband, using Facetime.

“Hello, Santa Baby,” she purred. Stretching her arm out to bring Catgirl into frame. “Look who I am on patrol with tonight. You remember Catgirl.”

His eyes brightened. Yeah, he’d already figured it out. Or at least had high hopes.

“Oh, yes. Yes. I could hardly forget when you and Catgirl hooked up for me.”

Memories filled her head of those two times when she cuckolded him with Catgirl, and then when the three of them had a hot, passionate ménage à trois. Good times.

Ms Justice turned away from the phone. She kissed Catgirl. Then cutting a mischievous look back at her husband, “Merry Christmas, baby. Don’t forget to hit record.”

Ms Justice propped the phone up on the straight back chair, with a perfect view of the bed. Then she and Catgirl started making out hot and passionately beside the bed. They slowly stripped each other down to just mask and cowl. She removed Catgirl’s black leather cincher first, while her lover unzipped her red, white, and blue corset. Once topless, the two heroines giggled and rubbed their large, naked tits together.

Catgirl dropped to her knees and slowly pulled the other blonde’s blue, star-spangled bikini bottoms down long, red booted legs. After Ms Justice stepped out of them, she pushed her lover back to sit on the bed. Then she slowly unzipped and pulled off her right thigh boot, pausing to kiss and nibble her sex little feet.

“Mmm, oh baby,” Ms Justice purred as she pulled off her opera gloves.

Ms Justice took over, helping her lover back to her stiletto-heeled feet. She unzipped Catgirl’s shiny black latex catsuit, and then lovingly peeled it down and off her amazing body. Kissing her way down from ruby red lips, to high firm tits, to hot wet pussy, Ms Justice stripped her lover down to her black patent thigh boots. Then getting Catgirl seated on the bed, she lovingly removed her thigh boots, kissing and licking delicate feet.

And then they crawled up atop the bed side-by-side, their naked butts towards the camera.

She heard Robert sigh gustily.

Kneeling face-to-face, the two naked super heroines rubbed their tits together as they sucked face. They put on the sexiest show they could for the longest time, before Ms Justice pushed her lover to her back, pushed her legs wide, and went down on her.

“Mmmmm,” they moaned in unison as Ms Justice ate Catgirl’s hot, wet pussy.

Licking, nibbling, and finger fucking, Ms Justice drove her blonde, blue-eyed lover crazy. It didn’t take long at all to push Catgirl over the top.

“Yes!” she screamed. “Aaaaggh! Oh, yes, yes, yes.”

Catgirl surprised her by surging up to her knees. Ms Justice found herself on her back a moment later, as Catgirl kissed, licked, and motorboated her tits. Then the naughty little cat themed heroine kissed, nibbled, and caressed her way down Ms Justice’s body. But instead of eating pussy, she flipped the heroine’s leg straight up and moved in close and personal.

Ms Justice smiled at the camera, loving the look on Robert’s face as Catgirl scissored her. Ground their pussies together so sweetly. A moment later, she realized her husband was stroking his meat. Getting more and more excited. Now it was a race to see if she could come before him.

“Ooooooh,” Catgirl gasped, eyes rolling up as she climaxed.

Ms Justice had to take up the slack, grinding her cunt against Catgirl’s as she felt her own pleasure spike. She pushed Catgirl to her back, taking up as the aggressor to grind and grind, loving how wet and slippery they both had become as she quickly pushed herself to the brink. And then Robert cried out in ultimate pleasure.

Damn, he won the race to climax.

It didn’t really matter. She was right there. The surged consumed her as Ms Justice continued to trib. Continued to grind harder and harder until…

“Aaaggh!” Ms Justice screamed. “Yes. Yes. So good.”

“Thank you, so much, baby,” Robert gushed. “You are the best. This has to be the best Christmas I’ve ever had. All thanks to you.”

She sighed and collapsed atop her heroine lover. Catgirl’s hands began to roam her body, even as she started to suck on an erect and very sensitive nipple. Ms Justice closed her eyes, loving the feel of that hot mouth suckling. Then her baby blues opened, cut to the phone and her husband’s smiling face.

“Merry Cuckold Christmas, you naughty little boy!”

The End