Ms Justice: Hotwife Heroine (Patreon)

Ms Justice: Hotwife Heroine

By JK Waylon

Kelly Kavanaugh strode through the narrow, labyrinth backstage. Stagehands hurried past in the other direction, forcing her to turn her back to the side as they passed by more often than usual. Every single one of them brushed across her large, firm breasts.

Is that the third time that guy has passed by me?

The gorgeous, so wonderfully shapely Conservative Pundit paused to consider if the staff was intentionally taking advantage of her God-given blessings. She vowed if that particular stagehand circled around to “brush a feel” again, she was going to clock him.

It was hard to blame them. Her glam squad did a phenomenal job. And they dressed their celebrated “Barbie Doll” up in the tightest, skimpiest dresses and high heels. But it wasn’t just her. The American Cable News Network had a well-deserved reputation for only hiring the most beautiful, busty on-air talent. Kelly wasn’t sexed up anymore than the other female hosts.

The shapely blonde in the tight, red mini-dress reached a stretch of corridor packed with boxed up gear. She didn’t see anyone coming the other direction, so continued onward, looking for her husband. Robert messaged her to meet him as soon as her show ended. It sounded important.

Kelly made it a third of the way down that crowded stretch when Larry rounded a corner and came towards her. He never hesitated, but he also had his face in his phone. Larry was her newest producer, so she didn’t want to get off on a bad foot. But still. He looked up at the last minute, his face lighting up.

“Hi, Kelly,” Larry said.

“Hey, Larry,” she said, and pressed her back hard against the wall. “Kinda tight quarters here.”

“Oh yeah,” he said, but continued toward her.

Larry turned sideways to push past her. Kelly stared up into his face, watching desire fill his eyes as he stared down into her deep cleavage. She sucked in her belly, to keep contact to a minimal. A tiny moan bubbled up out of her as he slowly brushed past her. Not only was it the hardest, closest rub across her bulging boobs, but Kelly felt his hard bulge slide across her lower belly, from hip to hip. Just missed rubbing across her hot, tingling pussy.

Worse, her breath whooshed out, and Larry noticed. He glanced down into her eyes, and she felt a little sizzle. So embarrassing.

“Excuse me,” Larry said, a little breathless. “That was tighter that I thought.”

“Yeah. It’s okay,” she whispered, and hurried away.

Moments later, Kelly turned a corner and spotted her husband. She was the talent, while he was the business side of the family. Robert stood with three top executives, including the owner of the network, multi-billionaire Pierce Rodgers. The seventy-one year old, silver-haired and bearded billionaire had been trying to get into Kelly’s panties from the day he hired the eighteen year old high school graduate.

“Gentlemen,” she said formally, giving Pierce a nod. Then she kissed Robert, making sure the billionaire saw and understood she was happily married. “Hey, baby. You needed to see me?”

“Yes,” Robert said, wrapping an arm around her tiny waist.

Her husband turned Kelly so that the executives all got perfect views of her amazing body, and large boobs. She smiled and chitchatted with them. No business was spoken. Robert was just putting her on display. He probably thought that showed them just how much they wanted to keep her on the network. All she saw were three middle-aged men on the brink of drooling all over her expensive designer shoes.

“I’d love to stay and mingle some more, but it’s been a long day for me,” Kelly said. “Come, Robert.”

She led her husband away by the hand. They said nothing until she reached her dressing room. Then she slammed the door and locked it.

“Why do you do that? You know how much I despise Pierce Rodgers,” she cried. “That old perv watches me like a hungry hawk. If you weren’t there, his hands would be everywhere.”

Of course, that described a lot of men in her life. But only Johnny Orto was worse about his unrelenting lust to touch and molest her body.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Robert said. “But you know this is a very sexiest business. And we have to throw them a little red meat ever so often.”

Kelly stared at him a moment.

“So, were you just now acting as my husband, manager, agent, or my pimp?”

“Come on, Kelly?”

“Seriously, do you want me to sleep with them?”

Robert hesitated, eyes unfocused. Kelly’s jaw dropped. Was he considering it? Was he fantasizing about watching her in bed with one or more of the executives they dealt with on a daily basis?

“Oh my GAWD!” she cried, rolling her eyes and turning away.

“It’s not what you think.”

I doubt that, she thought.

“I have to go on patrol,” she said, grabbing her purse. “I’ll try to get home long before it’s time for you to leave for work in the morning, but no promises. Just make sure you are back home, packed, and ready to leave for Vegas by noon.”

Kelly sent her glam squad home before the show. She intended on keeping the designer dress and stiletto pumps. Her contract permitted her to do so. Also, with them already gone she could get out of there faster.

“Oh, baby, don’t be like that,” he cried. “I was just trying to help you achieve all your dreams.”

She rolled her eyes. Robert was the mercenary of the couple. He was born and grew up in poverty, so it was always about more and more money. She’d honestly do it for free, because they had enough money to live the rest of their lives in luxury.

“We’ll talk later,” she said. “I’m running late.”

The busty blonde strode with purpose through the wider corridors leading to her private garage at the Synne City AmCable News studio. The white Mercedes Benz sedan gleamed under the overhead lights. Robert’s big Escalade sat next to it. The security man greeted her, and then activated the garage door opener.

The radio clock showed 11:27 PM. Kelly liked to be suited up as Ms Justice by this time every night. She didn’t have anywhere particular to be, but she was leaving on a week’s vacation with Robert tomorrow. She loved Las Vegas.

“Tonight should be fun,” she muttered, turning down a dark road in an economically distressed business district. “All the freaks come out on Friday night.”

That was especially true before a three day national holiday. With Labor Day the last holiday of the summer, she expected a double-dose of crazies and freaks. And then two months later, the ultimate freak show – Halloween.

Speaking of freaks… Robert came to mind. What was his obsession with watching every single one of her setback sex tapes all about? Was he always that pervy? Why would a man enjoy watching his wife getting fucked long and hard by other men? And her setbacks did usually involve multiple men.

Had he truly developed a cuckold fetish? Would willingly giving herself to the network execs get him just as excited? Or did his fetish require she be captured and fucked? Did he need her to be forced to do the nastiest things, with all the worst kinds of men and women?

We’ve both been profoundly changed since our move to Synne City, she thought. What a mistake that was.

Kelly parked on a dark street, no sign of life anywhere. She quickly grabbed the nylon gym bag out of the trunk, and rushed into an even darker alley. The busty blonde stopped halfway down the alley, now confident no one was around to witness her transformation.

She lifted off the ground, flying quickly up onto the roof. Kelly flew around the roof four times to ensure no one was up there. Then she landed next to the HVAC, using the unit’s night shadow to help hide her from prying eyes.

Dropping the gym bag, Kelly quickly stripped. She carefully folded and placed her expensive designer dress in the gym bag, shoes on top. Then she pulled out a pair of bright red patent thigh boots. Boots always went on first out in the field, because the ground was nasty. Then she pulled on blue, star-spangled short-shorts. Robert called them G-strings, but they were actually a tanga thong type garment. The corset went on next, with its blue star-spangled breast cups, vertical red, white, and blue stripes below.

Kelly applied fashion glue to the inside of her blue mask, and pressed it to her face.

“I am Ms Justice!”

Since her Object of Power was her wedding band, she considered her transformation into a heroine happened when the mask went on.

Ms Justice finished her costume with a red satin choker, with her golden Truth Medallion hanging off it, and finally her long red opera gloves. And then she zipped up the gym bag and stuffed it into a hiding spot.

The beautiful super heroine pulled the phone out of its hidden pocket inside her right thigh boot, logged into the secure heroine network, and discovered she was the only super heroine logged in on patrol. Where was everyone? On vacation? Taking the craziest night of the week off?

“I’ve got a few bad boys to check up on,” she said, lifting up in the air as she stuffed the phone back down her boot. “Who knows, maybe I can go home early tonight.”

Her path took her over the city’s largest, most notorious red light district. As a rule, Ms Justice ignored the Tenderloin. Most super heroines went missing while fighting crime in red light districts. Ms Justice considered prostitution a victimless crime, while her alter ego, Kelly Kavanaugh, could be quite vocal in her dislike of it.

Either way, she felt the people in red light districts weren’t hurting anyone but themselves. Now, if she learned of a pimp forcing women to work for him, or who bought women from slavers, she’d be there in a flash. Mostly, though, she tried to ignore the place.

“What’s going on down there?” she muttered, spotting a struggle in a dark alley.

It looked like a man was dragging an unwilling woman down the alley. Could be a pimp about to punish one of his girls. Could be a mugger. Or worse. It didn’t matter that she was probably a hooker. Ms Justice couldn’t allow a man to harm another woman.

The brightly clad heroine dropped down quickly, landing with a clatter of stilettos in front of the man. She chose a spot at the far edge of a pool of light in that dark alley.  He stopped in the middle of the lit area as she struck a classic super heroine stance, wagging her eyes.

The man was tall and broad-shouldered, with long brown hair and a short beard. He looked more like a construction worker than a biker, but she noticed a lot of anger in his eyes.

“Is there a problem here?” she asked nicely.

“Ms Justice! Get the fuck out of my way,” the man snarled. “This has nothing to do with your skanky ass.”

“Wrong answer,” she said, and whipped into a spinning kick to the face.

The man stumbled back, but remained on his feet. She didn’t kick him that hard. It was really more of a warning that she meant business. But he didn’t take it that well.

“You’re pathetic,” he sneered. “My grandmother kicks harder than that.”

“That was a shot across the bow,” she said. “A little something-something to let you know that I am quite serious.”

He pulled a pistol out. As it swung around to threaten her, Ms Justice surged at him. She caught his gun hand, and then broke several of his fingers as she violently twisted the pistol out of his grip. He wailed in surprise and pain, but she didn’t stop her attack. He was big, so still dangerous. The busty blonde spun into a savage kick, driving her sharp stiletto heel into his ribs. Three times. Broke three ribs.

He looked stupefied a moment, then clutching his ribs, gasping for breath, the man stumbled off into the darkness to seek medical help. Ms Justice watched him go, shaking her head and almost feeling sorry for him. Not quite, but almost.

“Thanks, Ms Justice,” the hooker said in a small voice. “He’s my ex-boyfriend, and I think he was going to beat me. Maybe kill me.”

The young brunette was on her knees, looking a little tousled. Her eyes were big and blue, filled with concern. All she wore was a white strapless, midriff corset, candy apple red hot pants, and white stiletto ankle boots.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Shania.”

“Real name.”

The young brunette shrugged, looking embarrassed. “Jenny Potts.”

“Go home, Jenny. As long as you work as a hooker, your ex can find you.”

She nodded, but didn’t look convinced. Instead, desire filled her lovely eyes. Jenny reached out and stroked Ms Justice’s thigh booted leg.

“I love your boots,” she said. Jenny bit her lip, turned shy eyes up at the heroine. “You saved my life. I want to thank you.”

“You just did,” she said. “You’re welcome.”

Jenny smiled, but the desire remained in her eyes, in every movement of her body.

“I have a better way of thanking you,” she whispered, and kissed Ms Justice’s knee. When she looked up again, there was an unmistakable offer in her gaze. An eagerness. “If you’ll let me.”

First of all, that was an incredibly salacious offer. Wrong on so many levels. Yet…

Robert loves watching me with other men and women, Ms Justice thought. And he loves that sex tape I made with Catgirl for him.

“I am a woman. I don’t pay for sex,” she said, thinking a little backhanded insult would cool the hooker’s jets.

Didn’t happen.

“Well, you are the busiest super heroine in the city,” Jenny said, wagging her brows. “You work so hard, so I think I’ll give you a Labor Day special. Free.”

“That is the worst pickup line ever.”

“I know, but…?”

The busty blonde stared at the hopeful hooker a long moment, her mind going through all the things that could go wrong. All the reasons she should NOT accept. Nothing good would come of a tryst with the beautiful brunette. Except…

Ms Justice pulled her phone out. “I’m willing, but only if you allow me to record it on my phone. I promise I won’t post it anywhere.”

“Oh wow,” Jenny said, and a sultry smile spread across her pretty face. “Anything you want, Big Momma.”

Ms Justice activated her phone’s record function, and then propped it up atop a trashcan. Then she stepped over to Jenny, who stood up to hug and kiss for a few moments, while they slowly stripped each other’s tops off.

“You smell wonderful,” Jenny whispered, kissing her way down Ms Justice’s neck.

The hooker spent a long moment kissing and nibbling on the heroine’s large breasts. Then the topless hooker dropped to her knees. Jenny immediately lowered her lips to the pointy toe of the heroine’s shiny thigh boot. The hooker kissed and licked, nuzzled and caressed Ms Justice’s sexily shod foot for a few minutes, before she started working her way upward. The now aroused heroine watched breathlessly as that pretty young thing worked her way closer and closer to the Promised Land.

She glanced at the camera, giving it a wink. Inside, though, she struggled with her salacious behavior. Why was she catering to Robert’s cuckold fantasies? Or, did she want to have sex with Jenny and was using Robert’s fetish as an excuse?

I’m not a lesbian, she thought. Bi-sexual?She shook her head. No, just open-minded after a few girl-on-girl setbacks, I think.

Bad guys loved to capture multiple super heroines, and then force them to put on sex shows. Ms Justice hated how much she enjoyed them. And that tryst with Catgirl had truly rocked her world.

I never slept with anyone but Robert before coming to Synne City. She looked up and around. What is it about this depraved city? I don’t even know how many men, or women, I’ve had sex with since my arrival.

The shapely blonde knew it wasn’t so many she could figure it out in just a few moments, but she really didn’t want to know. Better for such hard facts to remain a mystery.

Jenny reached the top of her boot, extending a hand to grope her sweetly rounded butt. Then the hooker gently raked long red nails across Ms Justice’s exposed flesh, from butt to boot. Ms Justice’s back bowed and she loudly sucked in air through her teeth. Jenny giggled, and started kissing and nibbling the veteran heroine’s upper thigh. She quickly moved around to her more sensitive inner thigh.

Ms Justice spread her feet wider, one hand fondling a naked boob, the other splayed over her now tingling lower belly. The butterflies erupted inside, and she felt her pussy start to leak. Once that started, she got very wet, very fast.

“Oh!” she cried, feeling a sexy jolt course through her when Jenny raked her nails across that little triangle of thin clothe covering her nether region.

The blonde beauty began to pant, feeling so hot and sweaty all of a sudden. Panic spiked, and her baby blues quickly scanned the dark alley. Sex made her vulnerable to attack and capture.

What is wrong with me? she wondered, eyes big and round as Jenny slowly peeled her shorts down. Why do I keep doing shit like this?

The cloth stuck to her hot, wet pussy. Jenny’s eyes lit up seeing that. She slowly, eagerly peeled the shorts down and off Ms Justice’s waxed bare vagina. The heroine held her breath, savoring the erotic feel of that peel. Her pink folds glistened in the dim light.

Jenny licked her lips, and kissed that pussy. Ms Justice combed a red-gloved hand deep into her lover’s long brown hair, even as she started to grind her sex against Jenny’s mouth.

“You’re my first super heroine,” Jenny whispered.

The hooker closed her eyes and started eating her out with relish.

“Awww,” Ms Justice replied, thinking, I wish I could say you are my first hooker.

Ms Justice’s breath caught when Jenny spread open her folds, her talented tongue dipping into the heroine’s wet slit. Her tongue action sent wonderful sensations rippling up into the blonde’s body. Soon, Ms Justice’s insides started to tingle hotter and hotter a she wiggled and squirmed.

“Just like that. Don’t stop,” the heroine whispered, eyes fluttering closed. “Please don’t stop. Just. Like. That.”

Jenny pushed her closer and closer. She felt her insides turn into a fluttering mess, and then the hot tingles flowed down into her legs. Ms Justice’s skin goose-fleshed, eyes popping open as that rush to climax consumed her.

“Aaaaggggh!” she cried, insides erupting in insane pleasure.

The hooker continued to eat her out all the way through her orgasm. She made it amazing, and left the heroine panting and sweaty. A look of sweet bliss spread across Ms Justice’s masked face.

“Whew! Wow,” Ms Justice gasped out. “I needed that after the day I’ve had.”

When Jenny started to stand, Ms Justice placed a hand on top of her head to stop her. She pushed the hooker onto her back, and then slowly pulled her hot pants off.

“Let me take care of you now,” Ms Justice said in a sultry voice.

The heroine lifted one of Jenny’s legs, and then pressed her hot, wet pussy against the hooker’s folds. Ms Justice began to grind against her. Her still quivering pussy throbbed with need. Soon Jenny began moaning and groaning, writhing beneath her. She smiled down at her lover, enjoying the tribbing just as much. And soon she felt her body rising to the occasion again. Was Jenny even close?

“Aaaagghh. Ooooh, baby,” Ms Justice cried.

“Don’t stop!” Jenny cried, face red and panting furiously. “Almost… There.”

“Come for me, baby.”

Ms Justice pressed harder, and then started rubbing her clit across Jenny’s little nub as hard and fast as she could. The heroine felt her body responding too quickly. But then…

“Ooooooooh, yes,” Jenny sighed gustily, her body suddenly trembling like a leaf. “First orgasm all week.”

“Oh my God, you must have sex ten to twenty times a night.”

“I know. Sad, isn’t it? I think I’ve become jaded.”

“Glad I could help,” Ms Justice said, standing up. “I’ve spent too long here, so…”

She ended the show by turning off the phone and stuffing it back into her boot. Then they helped each other dress, before a good-bye kiss. Ms Justice flew up and away before she became tempted again.

“Well, that was wrong,” she said, pulling out her phone to view the start of the video. “But it was kinda fun, in a naughty girl sort of way.”

She paused, and then sent it to Robert.

“Watch that and stew all night, Mister,” she whispered.

Ms Justice flew around for the next four hours, looking for trouble but always arriving a few minutes too late. None of the bail jumpers on the heroine’s list were found. None of her usual suspects appeared that night. She couldn’t find a single informant out and about, including Johnny Orto. And Johnny was always available.

“Is everyone taking an early Labor Day off?”

She decided to head home. Might as well start her holiday weekend a little earlier, too. She made it five blocks, and then spotted them. Gangbangers. Gangstas. Men looking for trouble in all the wrong places.

She quickly identified them as the Devils. Their leader, a thirty-five year old ex-con named Theodore Cambridge, street name Tank, strutted before the other ten. He stood six foot five, but was built like the military vehicle he was named after. He looked formidable, and she knew he’d knocked out four super heroines over the years. The fact he never sought out trouble with the heroine corps saved him from them targeting him.

Ms Justice landed on the sidewalk before them, striking a sassy pose. Hands on her hips, she shook out her long blonde hair and gave them a bemused look. A heroine couldn’t show fear to bad guys, or they would attack. Too arrogant, and they’d attack. So she went with casual bemusement.

“You guys are up late,” she said. “The sun will be rising shortly. I can only imagine you are out looking for trouble.”

“Mask!” someone shouted.

“It’s Ms Justice!”

Tank held up a hand to silence them. The other gangbangers quickly fell silent.

“There will be trouble if you mess with us, Tits for brains,” Tank said, eyes narrowing, hands curling into fists.

“Why do you bad boys always have to obsess on my tits? I have a brain, and a heart,” she said, and then cocked her head. “And a pair of killer red boots.”

“Because we don’t want to rub our face in our stupid boots,” he snapped, looking like he won the argument.

She shook her head. “Tsk tsk. Such a bad attitude. You might want to reconsider, because you might be surprised by what you’d get if you rubbed your face in my boots.” She winked. “I love a man who appreciates fine feminine footwear.”

His jaw dropped. The other gangbangers laughed and pushed each other. They started calling for tank to do it. Grab her by the boots, and rub, rub, rub! For his part, Tank looked unsure about her. Hell, she was unsure about why she said it. It just came out.

It’s because I fucked that hooker, and then sent Robert the video, she thought. I’ve been in a mood ever since. I really need to get home.

“Funny,” Tank finally said, snarling at her. “You just want me to kneel before you. Not going to happen. You might end up on your knees and sucking my dick if you don’t watch out.”

That made her mouth water. The taste of cock filled her senses for a second.

“That’s a possibility, if a bad boy can be a good boy.”

She felt her face heating up. That was clearly a proposition. What was she thinking?

I’m not thinking!she thought. Lordie, I’m about to get myself into trouble.

She started to fly away, but her eyes dropped to his crotch. Holy shit!

The shapely blonde remembered Catgirl commenting on Tank once, a month or so back. She said Tank was hung like a horse. A very, very big horse.

Ms Justice’s pussy started to ache and tingle. Her breath caught. Sweat began to prickle along her spine. She licked her lips, looking all around. She had to get out of there, but…

Tank stepped forward, claiming her full attention. He grabbed his junk. “You want a piece of this, Mask?”

She took a step closer, “You want a piece of me, Gangsta?”

Ms Justice slowly walked around him, making the other gangbangers back away. She looked him up and down, and all around. No denying it. He was one bigass motherfucker. And he looked as violent and dangerous as they came. Yet, he spoke to something primal deep within.

“Tell me the truth, Tank. Do you want to beat me down and fuck me just to hurt me?” she asked. “Or, would you rather we get a motel room, and I give myself to you willingly?”

His breath whooshed out. Tank looked incredulous.

“You… You’d do that?”

She gave him the tiniest of nods.

The heroine took a chance, and lifted slowly up and above Tank. She extended her left foot.

“Grab it. Hang on,” she said. “I’m leaving with or without you. Make your decision.”

Part of her wanted him to reject her, to refuse to take hold of her leg. Another part ached for him to grab hold, because it was going to be a wild ride. But he didn’t move, so she turned away and started to fly.

“Changed my mind,” Tank said, jumping up to grab her left ankle with a vise-like, two-handed hold.

That unexpected weight pulled her back down, but Ms Justice put more oomph into it, and they flew up. She rose above the surrounding rooftops, and turned toward a nearby motel. She’d used the Good-Nite Motel before. More than once. And it was just a few miles away as the crow flies.

“I’m starting to not like your boots,” Tank said, voice strained.

“Why? My boots are beautiful.”

“They are patent leather!” he cried. “Do you know how smooth and slick they are?”

Ms Justice never thought of that, so she dropped lower so Tank wouldn’t fall as far if he lost his grip. It felt good at the moment, though she was pretty sure he was cutting the blood off to her foot.

It didn’t take long to reach the Good-Nite Motel. Tank released about ten feet above the ground, landing effortlessly. She landed next to him.

“Go inside and rent us a room.”

“I don’t have any money,” he said.

She gawked at him a moment, and then rolled her eyes. “So wrong.”

The beautiful heroine pulled a single bill out of a secret pocket in her left thigh boot. She handed it to him.

“That’s a hundred dollars.”

Tank rushed in and rented a room. He returned with the key and a big grin.

“Where’s my change?”

“No change. It cost a hundred dollars.”

She knew that was a lie. Their best room was only eighty dollars for all night. But he took her by the hand and headed toward Room 10.

Oh my God, I’m actually paying for sex. She grinned. He’s cheap.

She found it pretty standard: stained carpet, loud AC in the window, queen bed with dull yellow covers, and a small bathroom. The shower was so small she doubted Tank could fit inside.

“Oh well, I’m just here for the sex,” she said, pulling out her phone. Ms Justice quirked a brow at him. “Do you mind me recording our little tryst? I promise not to post it anywhere.”

Tank shrugged. “I just want to fuck you. I don’t care if anyone watches.”

“Ah, another romantic,” she said, and started the video recording. She paused, and reconsidered. Then Ms Justice opened a video call to Robert. When he answered, “Shhh. Enjoy.”

After propping up the phone, Ms Justice walked over to Tank. He was already naked as the day he was born. He looked her over with hungry, predatory eyes. And then her eyes locked on his junk.

“Holy moly,” she whispered. “Catgirl was right. You are hung like a Clydesdale.”

That was the biggest, thickest cock she’d ever seen. It kind of scared her.

“That’s going to hurt,” she whispered to herself.

The gangsta closed with her, one hand going to fondle a tit, the other squeezed a meaty butt cheek. She rubbed herself against him.

“You aren’t going to get naked?” he asked.

“I thought you’d enjoy undressing me.”

His dick rose a little higher. She giggled, and then wrapped a red-gloved hand around that thick shaft. Tank claimed her lips in a demanding kiss that lasted forever, while she stroked his member. His hands roamed the entire kiss, and unzipped her top. When the kiss finally ended, she stepped back and let it fall to the floor. The gangbanger grabbed her tits with both hands, and motorboated her.

Ms Justice squealed with delight, giggled and wiggled. He had her squirming, gasping, crying out with pleasure. He pulled off her bottoms, and then both gloves. Before she realized what he intended, Tank pulled her arms back and bound her wrists with one of the opera gloves.

“What the hell? I was giv – ”

Tank shut her up with another deep, tongue kiss. He spent a good half hour fondling, kissing, nibbling, and licking ever square inch of exposed skin. He had her huffing and puffing, insides fluttery, and skin tingling. And then he forced the heroine to her knees.

“Eat me.”

With one of his hands palming her head, Ms Justice buried her masked face in his junk. She motorboated his balls, licked his cock, and then went down on him like the boss lady of blowjobs. Ms Justice’s jaws quickly started to ache, forced to keep her mouth so wide. He was almost too big to go down on. He easily filled her mouth completely up, with a lot of cock left.

“Mmmm,” she moaned when hot cum flooded her mouth unexpectedly.

Tank pulled out, but instead of untying her wrists, he sat back on the bed and pulled the shapely blonde across his lap. One hand pressed down on the back of her neck, and the other lifted up.

“You’ve been a very GOOD girl, Ms Justice,” he said.

Thwack!

That spank stung like crazy. Ms Justice gasped, back bowing. Her brain still struggled with what he’d done.

“But now you wanna be a BAD girl.”

Thwack! Thwack!

She started bucking, whipping her head about, and kicking her red-booted feet.

“I’ll be good! I mean, bad,” she cried.

Thwack! Thwack!

“Aaaiee! That hurts!”

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“I’ll be anything you want! Anything!”

Tank pulled her up to straddle his lap. Then he grabbed both butt cheeks, still stinging terribly, and lifted her up. When he dropped her back down, his monster cock penetrated. Ms Justice’s head rolled back, eyes wide, and she sighed gustily.

That long, thick cock stretched her little hole out. Hurt so much. She felt panic well up, sure he was going to rip her open. He proved so big, only a few inches managed to get inside her. But Tank was not a quitter. He lifted her a little, and dropped her back down his cock.

“Oh, God. Oh. My. God,” she gasped out as he continued to lift and drop her on that mega cock. His effort pushed him deeper and deeper.

“Did I forget to warn you?” Tank said. “I’m going to thoroughly trash your pussy.”

“Trash it. Fuck it,” she gasped. “Oh yes. Don’t stop.”

It felt like a lifetime, but Tank finally completely sheathed inside her. Ms Justice just stared up into his smug face. So awesome. So painful.

“Does it hurt?”

“Very much.”

“Do you like it?”

“Very much.”

Tank laughed, and got her bouncing up and down his massiveness. Soon she took over, and bounced faster and faster, feeling her core quiver and quake, while her pussy sang. Ms Justice struggled with the satin bindings, feeling them slipping. She so wanted her arms free, but Tank made it so hard to think, much less concentrate on the task at hand.

Ms Justice bounced faster, and then squeezes her vagina tighter.

Tank grunted. He kissed her lips, cheeks, necks, and shoulders. His hands roughly fondled her jostling tits. The heroine gazed lovingly at the gangbanger, eyes half-glazed over. Little happened in her head, other than a need to bounce faster, bounce more, more, more.

She felt it rising within. That rise to climax gave her something else to concentrate on. Her orgasm. Another climax. She wanted another. She needed another climax.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted.

The busty beauty felt hot cum flood her womb. He filled her up again. She could still taste his seed, and now she got a second load.

Ms Justice felt so wonderful, so successful. She made him come twice! And that proved too much.

“Aaaagggh!” she cried, insides exploding with divine bliss. Wave upon wave flowed through her overheated body. She bucked and bounced, whipping her head back and forth. “Oh GAWD yes.”

Her bindings came loose. She wrapped her arms around Tank, and kissed him over and over.

“Thank you. Thank you so much,” she gasped out. “You don’t know how much I needed that. So wonderful.”

He fell back onto the bed and she lay atop him as they basked in the afterglow. The big gangbanger remained fully sheathed inside the happy heroine. She felt him slowly deflate, and tiny sounds of distress bubbled out of her.

“Do it again,” she whispered. “Please do me again.”

“I’m done,” Tank said. “I have to be somewhere in about two hours, too. Maybe we can do this again tomorrow night?”

Ms Justice didn’t say anything. Instead, she collected her phone, just ending the Facetime call to Robert with a word. Then she went into the bathroom to clean up a little, before dressing. Tank was ready to leave long before she was, but he waited.

She rubbed her lips together, considering everything.

“Not tomorrow,” she said.

“When?”

Ms Justice smiled. “Thanksgiving.”

“Why so long?”

She laughed. “I can only handle that much cock once or twice a year! I’ll call you. Thanksgiving.”

“It’s a date,” he said, and kissed her.

She watched him leave. Ms Justice needed to gather herself a little more before heading home. Robert had to work that morning, which gave her time for a few hours sleep. They had a private jet booked for one that afternoon.

Her phone rang. It was Robert, asking for a video call. She accepted.

“Hey, baby,” she purred. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Holy shit, Kel… Ms Justice,” he said. “What the hell? I thought you said the Catgirl video was the last, but I get two tonight.”

She grinned, and then sighed wearily. “Well, that’s what happens when you are married to a hotwife heroine.”

The End