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Purple Avenger: Doppelganger Blues

Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril

Chapter 6

Monday, Grimme City DA office…

Faux Avenger stepped through the door like a queen. She stopped and surveyed the scene. Everyone looked busy, some even frantic. The men all wore suits, but were only in shirt sleeves at the moment. The female prosecutors were dressed in suits as well, but cut for their more pleasing forms and with knee-length or longer skirts.

The busty doppelganger drew their eyes, some doing a double-take. She wore an off-the-shoulder purple top that fit her like a second skin, with a purplish-pink pencil skirt so tight she could barely walk. Purple stiletto-heeled sandals sheathed her delicate feet. A wig of arrow straight black hair fell halfway down her back.

“Heeey, Bill,” she purred, locking eyes with the newest Assistant District Attorney on the team. “Looking amazing.”

She slowly paced behind him, trailing her hand across his shoulders. A tiny smile touched her full, purple lips when his breath caught. Once past him, she turned and leaned over to look him in the eyes. Yeah, he was shaking, and horny as hell.

“Yeah. Yeah,” he stammered. Bill’s eyes dropped to her well-displayed boobs. “You, too, Tanika.”

“You are so sweet,” she whispered, leaned in and kissed his cheek.

Faux Avenger made sure she caught everyone’s eyes, giving them come-hither looks. She winked at a few men and women. And then she headed for District Attorney Jason Hanson’s office. His secretary did a double-take when she walked past. The door was cracked open, so she pushed it aside. The DA looked up with annoyed brown eyes.

Jason Hanson was a fine specimen of humanity, in Faux Avenger’s opinion. His tall, dark, handsome appearance was pretty standard with American politicians and business managers. She did rather like his arrogant demeanor. Like other men in the office, DA Hanson was in shirt sleeves. Long sleeves, to be precise, despite the heat of the day.

Faux Avenger silently closed and locked the door. DA Hanson perked up, but looked more suspicious than excited. Yet, her succubus senses told her he was quite aroused. She noticed his eyes rotated between her chest, lips, and hips. Yeah, he liked that tight skirt.

“You didn’t go to court in that outfit, did you?” he asked.

‘And what if I did?” she asked, giving him a pretty pout. “Do you think anyone would complain? I think I look pretty. Don’t you?”

“Yes, pretty is one word for your look,” he said. Then whispered. “Ball-crushing sexy is more accurate.”

“I heard that,” she purred, and then bit her lip. “You are such a big, powerful man. So viral and masculine.”

His jaw dropped. Faux Avenger caught and held his eyes, showing him fiery passion, and burning desire. He finally stood and stepped out from behind the desk, but that suspicious expression returned.

“I need,” she purred almost too softly to hear.

“Need?”

“Need to breed,” she said, pressing up close and personal. His arms went around her, pulling her in tightly. She tilted her head back to look him in the eyes, exposing her slender neck even as her full, glossy lips parted in invitation. “Alpha males like you make my body ache.”

Hanson couldn’t resist those full lips. He claimed them. They spent the five minutes making out like horny teenagers. She unbuttoned his shirt, and unbuckled his belt, while Hanson managed to get faux Tanika out of her skirt and top.

“Like what you see?” she teased, in nothing but sexy bra, thong, and heels. All purple.

“Very much, but we’re both way overdressed,” he said, grinning. The DA reached around and unsnapped her bra with practiced ease. His breath caught when her bra fell away to reveal high, firm tits. “Wow. They’re…I mean, you’re more beautiful than I imagined.”

DA Hanson buried his face in warm, silky titty flesh. She combed long, delicate fingers through his hair while he kissed and nuzzled every square inch of her boobs. Faux Avenger wiggled and giggled, encouraging him to greater efforts.

“You’re a baaaad, baaaad boy,” she sang as she pushed Hanson’s shirt over his shoulders. Then she dropped to her knees, unfastened his trousers completely, and pulled everything down to his ankles. “Oh my, you’re a big boy. Momma like.”

She wrapped a perfectly manicured hand around his long, thick cock and stroked him to rock hardness in a few seconds. Then locking eyes with the DA, the wickedly sexy doppelganger slowly pushed her face in until she could give his cock a base to tip lick.

Faux Avenger spent the next few minutes driving him crazy by licking and sucking on his large, hairy balls. She licked every square inch of nutsack and shaft, and then did it again. The shapely doppelganger didn’t stop until he pulled her away, panting and looking about to blow.

“Mmmmm, delish,” she purred. Wrapping her full lips around his cock head, Faux Avenger started giving him head as she hummed. “Mmmmmmgh.”

She used her succubus magic to keep him from coming too soon. Instead, it built up until the poor man was beside himself with the need to release. At that time she stood, removed her thong, and sat in his chair. She sat at the very front edge of the chair, before reclining back into it. The doppelganger’s long, shapely legs spread wide, stiletto-heeled feet in the air to either side.

“Eat me,” she purred.

Hanson groaned, but dropped to all fours before her. His hands were all over her butt and thighs in a flash, before he pressed his mouth against her hot, slick pussy. He licked her love juices off, moaning in pleasure the entire time. And then he went after her with gusto.

“Oh baby, this isn’t your first time!” she cried.

He used his lips, tongue, and fingers to work her over like a pro. Hanson proved almost as talented as an incubus. She began to pant, feeling so hot and sexy. Her hips thrust, grinding into his wonderful mouth. And then he found her clit, and attacked it.

“Yes! Oh! Oh!” she cried, eyes huge and back bowing up. A monster climax slammed into her out of the blue. “Aaaaggghh! Do it again, baby.”

“No. My turn,” he growled, surging up over her.

The DA kissed her, and then kissed his way down to her tits again. His hands were all over her, desperate to explore every nook and cranny. Before she understood what he intended, Hanson was laying atop her in the office chair. It felt extremely precarious, yet his cock found her pussy and thrust in.

“Oooooh, yes,” she sighed. “That feels wonderful.”

Hanson became a man possessed. She smiled, knowing she had him all but wrapped around her little finger. His need was great. The man was frantic as he thrust into her hard and fast. She started to use her magic to keep him from coming, but stopped herself.

“Come inside me, baby,” she purred into his ear. “Make me your woman. Take full possession, and I’ll be yours to play with whenever you want.”

“Seriously?”

“Very,” she said.

Faux Avenger started to really, really feel the effects of his efforts. Her previous climax still echoed through her hot, quivering body. The feel of that monster cock sliding in and out, stretching her out so sweetly, began to take its toll. The most incredible sensations vibrated her insides. It got hotter, harder to breathe. The sweat-shiny doppelganger began to squeak in pleasure, her body wiggling, writhing, and bucking. He struggled to hold her down long enough to finish.

And finish he did.

“Ooooh,” he groaned.

She felt hot cum filling her vagina. Then he pulled back, and shot another load across her quivering belly. Grabbing the back of her head, Hanson pulled her out of the chair as he stood. Faux Avenger found herself kneeling before him, and even as her mind wrapped around it, Hanson came a third time in her face.

“Now lick me clean, Tanika.”

“My pleasure,” she purred, and went down on him.

Fake Tanika licked and sucked his cock and balls perfectly clean. Then she cleaned up, before starting to dress. Hanson just pulled on his boxers and sat in his chair to watch her dress, fix her hair and makeup.

“You got cum in my wig,” she said, frowning. “Now I have to go home and change wigs. I can’t go to court like this.”

“You might want to put on something a little more…”

“Conservative?”

“Professional,” he said. “Not that I’m complaining, but I’ve received a few complaints from judges about your fashion choices.”

“Interesting,” she said, but winked at him. “I have to go now. I’ll try to take lunch in my office. If you want a nooner, come on over, but don’t be surprised if I put up a nice little fight. A girl loves to be pursued, and then conquered.”

Faux Avenger kissed him, and strutted out like a queen.