by Kaylee Kane
“So what are you doing here?” He asked in a soft, calm voice.
“Hello, Trixter.” I caught a curl of my hair around my finger and tugged it. My panties were already so wet from just looking at his handsome face.
It really didn’t help that my sex life had been so dry and I already masturbated to him twice before tonight. Now having him just right in front of me made my pussy ache with desire, begging to be used by this young dick.
“I heard about the nuclear party that your boss is organizing. Mind if I join?”
Trixter sniggered. “Well, Miss Kitty. If you walk out right now, we can pretend this never happens.”
I gave him a sideways smile and leaped to my feet, blocking him in his track when he attempted to make for the door. “Why the hurry, Trixter?”
He stepped back, fear flashed in his eyes, then he cleared his throat and fixed the collar of his shirt.
A gasp escaped from his chest when I reached forward and grabbed him on his shoulders. His muscles tensed beneath my touch.
Our eyes interlocked, unmoving as I slowly slid his blazer off his broad shoulders. My fingers pressed against his sharp shoulder blades, feeling the broadness of his strong shoulders I craved for him to envelope me with.
His breath became deeper and I smelt vodka and cigarette smoke in his breath. How could someone so young yet successful and attractive join the dark side? If only he wasn’t a supervillain assistant...but that didn’t mean we could have a little naughty fun sometimes.
Removing the blazer, I threw it on the carpet. My hands traced the hard contours of his muscular body, feeling the familiar warmth of his body emanating on my palms.
My mouth suddenly turned so dry, craving for this yummy body I yearned to call mine.
Trixter squirmed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his desire. My glance traveled down to his crotch and saw his package already expanded and poking the front of his pants.
Oh, the size of it, leaving so much to the imagination and my mind already went wild with the mental pictures of his girth and size and having his erect hard dick up my itching pussy.
“Kitty, please don’t,” he mouthed.
I smiled to myself. Silly boy. No one could resist the charm of Mysterious Kitty, not especially young, hormone-raging boy like Trixter himself.
“What about you tell me the whereabouts of Xavior and I will spare your life?”
His dreamy eyes glazed over as my hands traveled further down south, rubbing circles on his six packs. His body squirmed. Trixter was completely under my spell.
“Xavior has a lair in the Manic Mansions, near the city hall, few blocks from here,” mouthed Trixter, his muscles tensed as my fingers dug into the waistband of his pants.
A smirk quirked my lips. “That was easier than I thought. Being naughty, aren’t you, Trixter?”
He was gasping heavily when I peeled myself from his body and turned around to sashay towards the balcony. I still couldn’t believe Trixter spilled everything out without even a fight.
It didn’t really matter now that I got what I wanted to catch the big fish. I had to leave immediately. Another glance at Trixter, I would just…
“You’re leaving? Just like that?” Trixter squeezed the bridge of his nose, looking slightly disappointed.
That was the undoing of me. I smiled sheepishly to myself, listening to my own mental devil with the fork poking at me, “What’s wrong with some fun?”
Heck, it was wrong at so many levels. I was supposed to turn him in too, but I just let him go. Now I was turning back at him, allowing my own lust to take control of my body.
“Maybe I will hang around for a bit then.” I had to admit, this was the best part of my job. No other jobs in the world could promise this level of work-play balance and adventures.
A dark smile peeked from the corner of his mouth as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. How could this chap be so irresistible charming at such fledgling age?
“Do you want a bite?” His face clearly looked more relaxed and more himself now, smooth and calm. From under the kitchen counter, Trixter retrieved a bowl of crackers and poured two glasses of red for the two of us.
“That depends on what you can offer.” I clinked the glass with Trixter when he gave me mine.
“How much can you take, Miss Kitty?” He flashed the signature mischievous grin I missed so much.
My eyes couldn’t stay on his face when his hand moved slowly to undo the buttons of his immaculate white shirt, one at a time. His eyes were attached to mine, unmoving.
The longer I looked at him, the more I thought he was no ordinary twenty-something. He was more mature than that. An old soul trapped in a young body, much like myself. That explained the rapport.
“Miss Kitty, if only you know, you are my long-time idol, even before I joined Xavior. I actually thought of becoming a superhero like yourself. But greed got the better of me.”
I had to admit I was barely listening to him as my mind was focused on him stripping himself. My mouth and throat were already dry as the desert and I gulped and licked my lips when he peeled off his shirt.
The hard tensed muscles of his six packs protruded on his abdomen. Large throbbing veins ran across the girth of his thick strong arms.
“Fancy what you’re seeing, Miss Kitty?” Trixter winked at me. Tossing his shirt on the floor, he flexed his muscles, making the contours on his washboard abs pop and look more compact and firm.
The muscles of his arms were evident enough to show he never skipped a day at the gym, or that he had a really busy supervillain life.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I went closer and smothered my hands all over his chest, feeling the firmness of his chiseled man boobs. His lustful eyes followed my hands and fell on my face, a suggestive look in his eyes.
“Your turn, Miss Kitty. Show us what you’ve got.”
My heart was pounding hard in my chest. Was I doing the right thing? Trixter was on my to-do list today, but it didn’t really mean I had to do him, did it? My breath was getting heavier and excitement already stirred in my core. My panties couldn’t get any wetter.
I had no idea how my hand just voluntarily crept up my chest and pulled the front zipper of my catsuit that stretched down to my navel.
Sweat glued the leather to my skin and I peeled it slowly, revealing my pale shoulders, my shoulder blades, and my perky breasts sprang out as though they couldn’t wait to be unleashed from the hot pocket.
A relieved sigh escaped from my chest as my skin was finally able to breathe. Jeez. Being a vigilante wasn’t easy.
Trixter was heavy breathing when his eyes fell on my lady lumps. He swallowed the lump in his throat. His tongue lapped out of his dry mouth like a lizard and licked his lips. Then, his eyes met mine.
I cupped my hands under my breasts to push them up and make my already massive lady lumps look even fuller. My nipples stood erect in attention knowing Trixter was ogling at them.
Trixter lurched forward, his lewd hands aiming for them. I caught him by the neck and held him back. “So impatient, boy. Show me your best assets first.”
His frustrated look melted into a smile. “Of course, Miss Kitty.”
Reaching down for his crotch, he undid his belt and unzipped his fly. When his pants were on the floor, his package bulged in front of his crotch, poking through his underwear.
It looked massive, leaving so much to the imagination. My pulse raced in my veins, my heart beating in exhilaration of what was hidden in there, waiting for me to use.
“You want this?” Trixter grabbed his crotch and rubbed in slow, burning circles.
“Yes,” I mouthed, my eyes fixed on his hand, wishing it was mine.
“It’s all yours, Miss Kitty.” Trixter slipped his finger through the elastic band of his underwear and ripped it off. His hand slid up and down his erect dick.
I gawked and Trixter winked at me when he caught m
e with my mouth open at his massive junk.
He was easily monster size. Larger than any men I had slept with. Another point for me to be jealous of. How could someone like Trixter have all the perfect traits?
A large throbbing green vein traveled across the thick fat shaft from his body to the bulbous large head glistening with his pre-cum. I gulped in anticipation. My pussy was aching, screaming to be drilled by its girth.
“Come on, Kitty. It’s all ready for you,” said Trixter, his hand rubbing up and down his shaft with greater urgency.
I barely breathed when excitement shot through my spine down to my crotch, making my pussy wetter and wetter. The heat growing in my leather catsuit was getting too unbearable, screaming for me to rip it off.
“Work comes first,” I said cryptically with a smirk.
Trixter frowned. “What?”
In a swift movement, I raised my fist and punched him right in the face. Spinning around, I roundhouse kicked him in the chest, sending him few feet back tumbling on the kitchen floor.
I marched into the kitchen after him. When he turned around and scrambled to get up, blood was trickling down his nose.
Grabbing him by the shoulders, I tossed him onto the chair at the dining table. Whipping out a pair of handcuffs, I jumped to sit on his lap, pinning him down with my own weight and shackled him to the railing of the chair.
“Mysterious Kitty, ever so impressive. Can I suck your titties now?” Trixter said, half-laughing.
If he hadn’t reminded me, I wouldn’t have realized I was still topless with my bubble tits hung heavy in my chest.
I smiled. “Yes, you may now.” In fact, I couldn’t wait any longer.
Grasping onto his head, I shoved him in my chest, burying his face between my breasts. His mouth found my nipple and sucked me hard. His skillful tongue teased my pink erect tit, making it all wet and hard. Waves of electric shock sizzled down my crotch.
I moaned and tugged his hair, ruffling it. It didn’t help I was sitting on his erect dick, grazing against my clit. I rocked my body back and forth, grinding my soaked crotch against his member.
Trixter sucked even harder, his mouth turning into a vacuum. The thought that this supervillain sucking my tits was enough to drive me to the edge. That was the undoing of the Mysterious Kitty.
I arched my ass up and undid my zipper at the crotch, unleashing the pocket of hot dampness. I spread open my thighs, showing Trixter my pussy already glistening in my own juice, demanding to be fucked.
“Beautiful, Miss Kitty,” gasped Trixter, his breath raspy.
I couldn’t wait anymore when I reached down to grab his erect dick and adjusted myself above him. I pressed the tip of his erect dick against my wet clit and drew circles.
Grabbing onto his broad shoulder with my free hand, I grunted in pleasure as he angled himself to impale me with his dick. His penis slid deliciously through the tight opening of my pussy, stretching me wide.
Electric shocks of excitement exploded in my head, spinning out of control, driving me insane. My body squirmed, demanding for more as Trixter groaned and threw his head back to drink in the pleasure.
I lowered myself on him, directing his member with my hand into my pussy. His large head stretched my pussy lips even more. His girth pushed and stretched the walls of my cunt.
My body vibrated as every inch of Trixter penetrated into me until I thought he filled me up completely. When I looked down, he was only halfway through. He was massive and thick, I felt like a fucking virgin being impaled by that monster.
I continued to lift my hips, letting his dick slip off me as my cunt tried to suction him in. Then, I lowered my hips, let gravity impale me on his shaft.
“Oh good, this is so good. Miss Kitty, you’re so tight, like a fucking virgin.” The boy’s chest expanded and collapsed in harmony with mine.
Sweat dotted his broad, tanned chest, the sight alone made me crave for more. I was getting greedy with this young, handsome supervillain. My conscience was pricking me, but this greedy got the better of me.
I wanted his gigantic penis to penetrate me again and again. My body gyrated against him. Soon, I was bouncing on him up and down. Every time his dick exited me, it went with a vulgar wet plop that made me want more and more.
“Let me help you.” Trixter grabbed me by the waist with his free hand and took the wheel. His body rocked against mine, his penis thrusting my pussy at full force.
His scrunched face had turned red.
My pussy was beyond drenched. Our sticky juices mixed together and dribbled all over the insides of my thighs. Thinking how a superheroine and a supervillain’s juices mix together made me feel so naughty and like a dirty slut, ricocheting me to the edge.
My breasts bounced with vigor. I threw my head back and soaked in the growing pleasure from the heated friction.
Trixter tried to catch my tits with his tongue.
The legs of the chair squeaked against the tiled floor. I wondered how long more it could hold our weights and the motion. For sure, it could longer than me.
The pleasure burst into ecstasy. Pleasure exploded in my core. I screamed as my cum burst through the tight slit between his penis and my pussy walls, oozing out all over my thighs.
Trixter grunted. I peeled from his lap. His erect monster dick sprang out and burst. His cum shot everywhere on the floor.
He dropped slumped in the chair, totally worn out. He was gasping for air. His dreamy eyes were glazed when he looked at me.
I had already zipped up my catsuit. Whipping out my name card, with my account number on the back, I dropped it on the kitchen counter. So that when the police arrived, they would know who to pay.
“Hey, you’re not gonna leave me here like this, are you?” muttered Trixter, heaving breathing.
I picked up Trixter’s phone and dialed the local constabulary. Then, I turned around and smiled at the young supervillain.
“That was really a fun ride, kiddo. Have a nice evening,” I said.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Xavior is not an ordinary human. You are going to regret messing with him. You are not his match.”
“Thanks for your concerns.”
The police sirens were already wailing and the blue and red lights flashed on the windows, a cue for me to leave the party. I waved Trixter goodbye and jumped out of the balcony into the night.
3
“Thanks a bunch! Come again next time!” I closed the door to my apartment after waving the cleaners goodbye.
Turning around to the long-missed sight of my clean apartment, I sucked in a deep breath and felt like I moved into a new house. The whole unit smelled of lavender-scented sanitizer.
Plopping onto my sofa, Pussy came meowing at me.
“Hey, Pussy, haven’t seen you for a year!” Honestly, I didn’t remember I had a cat. Picking up the cat and petting him on my lap, I made a mental note to buy cat foods when grocery shopping this weekend.
Trixter wasn’t worth that much. But it was a naughty night and my pussy still got wet thinking about how sinfully delicious the taste of his girth up in my cunt. It just happened last night but felt like it’d been a while.
The reward from his capture paid off my defaulted bills and got my apartment cleaned. It still wasn’t half great as the unlimited lifetime supply of smoky hot chicken tenders.
Time to become a responsible adult and researcher mentor. Turning on my laptop, I reached for the T.V. remote control and turned it on.
I was sipping my cup of hot coffee when the news headline almost made me choke.
The Pandemonia Pandemonium: Lux Condo Terror Attack.
The grainy footage of the burning building and injured millionaire civilians screaming for help was replaced by the reporter.
“After the local constabulary captured Trixter, Xavior’s alleged associate, from his luxurious penthouse, the Pandemonia has been bombed. Total of five hundred casualties was
reported and the number is expected to rise. Authorities believe it was Xavior’s plan to destroy the evidence to his nuclear syndicates.”
Anger surged in my blood. I clenched my fists tightly as I felt like crap after what I did last night. I thought it was just for pure fun but five hundred people died just because I decided to put Trixter behind bars for crimes he’d committed.
I had no idea who this Xavior was, but I swore to put him in his rightful place.
I pulled my own hair as guilt gnawed my heart. “Oh dear, how could I have done it?”