Ms Patriot: Finding Her Bliss (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril) (Grimme City Super Heroines in Peril Series)

by Don Ship

  The sexy super heroine hurried over and climbed into the lap of the first frat boy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started tongue kissing him as the SUV pulled away and headed for their frat house.

  “What’s your name?” one of them asked.

  “I’m Ms…,” she said, and paused. A wicked smile spread across her face. “I am Lady Layla! And I like to get laid a lotta. Hahahaha!”

  Chapter 4

  “My life sucks,” Jennifer groaned, holding her head as she sat up.

  She woke up sprawled atop a pool table, feet hanging off. Jennifer looked at her bare feet, wondering what happened to her boots. No one had ever taken her boots before. So odd. She looked around for her costume, and realized she didn’t know where she was.

  Then she remembered the frat party. Frat orgy? Really, more of a frat gangbang. Hours and hours of nonstop sex with one pimply-face frat boy after another, and a few sorority girls. The light in the windows said it was full day outside, and the clock on the wall said it was five after one. And all around her were passed out frat boys and a few girls. Everyone was naked.

  “Oh Goddess! Club Depraved!” she said, reaching up to find her mask gone. The guard, Stan, took it. But he didn’t recognize her. “Thank the Goddess.”

  But it was bad. Real bad. First, she failed to get the blackmail material. Layla still owned her. On top of that, she lost her power belt. She had extra of the rest of her costume, but she’d had a recent run of bad luck. Of her five power belts, one was chopped into pieces the last time The Kidd got the drop on her, another was lost five months back when she caught two muggers, and a third snuck up behind her and ripped it off her body. They ran away with the belt. She lost two to white slavers, who captured her and sold the belts even before selling her. She escaped, but was minus those two power belts. And now Stan the guard took her last one.

  It’ll be another two months before the next power belt is finished, she thought miserably.

  “I got to get out of here,” she said, and slipped off the pool table.

  “Hey, Layla. Great party, heh?” a chubby frat boy said, walking in eating a sub. “You were great.”

  “Did I make love to you?”

  “Three times,” he said. “But I never got the BJ you promised.” He cupped his crotch. “But I’m ready now, if you want to.”

  Jennifer’s body turned all squishy inside, as butterflies exploded and liquidy heat filled her from the pussy out. She felt a tremor deep inside, and her knees grew weak and unsteady. She so wanted to suck his dick. That knowledge sickened and humiliated her, but she couldn’t deny how much she needed to have sex.

  “Goddess, they are messing with my mind,” she muttered. “All this sex is turning me into a sex-starved cougar or something.” She looked at the chubby frat boy in disgust, feeling her face starting to heat up due to her humiliating weakness. “I’m in a hurry, boy, so try to come fast, okay?”

  Jennifer knelt before him, took his semi-flaccid cock in hand and started stroking it. He quickly hardened, and she started licking from head to base, and back up. By the time Jennifer returned to his dick head, he was rock hard. So she opened wide and swallowed him.

  “Hhmmmmmm,” she groaned, loving it. Slurp. As she gave intense head, she continued to stroke his shaft with her left hand and play with her own tits with her right. The frat boy lasted all of three minutes before erupting across her tongue. Sssslurp! Gulp. Slurp. Jennifer milked him dry, then stood up and struck a sassy pose. “I need something to wear, boy.”

  He handed her a white, long-sleeved shirt. There were no other clothes to be seen. Jennifer sighed wearily, put on the shirt and strode out of the frat house. Outside, she shaded her abused eyes from the intense midday sun, and looked around to get her bearings. The university was just a few blocks from downtown. She could see Jade Towers from there, and her penthouse was atop it and behind her office. It took up one half of the top floor.

  Jennifer was forced to walk across the middle of campus, and into downtown. It seemed everyone stopped to gawk at her. Of course too many of them recognized her. Her “walk of shame” was truly humiliating. It got worse. Upon reaching Jade Towers, she realized she didn’t have the access card needed to use her private elevator straight up to her penthouse. So she had to go in the front door, through the crowded lobby and up the elevator.

  “Ms Jade, we were worried…oh my,” Cindy said as she walked across the outer office, toward her office door.

  “Can it, Cindy,” Jennifer growled. “What time is my next meeting?”

  “Twenty minutes, Ms Jade, but…,” Cindy said, staring at Jennifer’s bouncing tits as she continued to walk.

  “But what?”

  “It’s a board meeting,” she said. “Won’t you need time to prepare?”

  “No,” Jennifer said. “I was prepared for it last week.”

  Jennifer stomped through her office, and into her penthouse. She took a very quick shower, made up her face, and put on black hose, lacy garter belt and matching thongs. Then she put on a pair of strappy black patent Mary Jane pumps, with five and a half inch stilettos. Very thin, sexy stilettos. Shoes Jennifer normally only wore for sex when her body couldn’t take the self-denial any longer. By that time, she found herself squirming. The thongs were putting pressure on her cunt, and it was driving her wild with achy need. So she discarded the thong panties, and decided to go commando. It wasn’t uncommon after getting thoroughly banged. Finally, she wiggled into the thinnest, tightest mini-skirt she owned. It was startling pink, and she paired it with a snug white top with a plunging neckline that showed way too much cleavage. Finally, she put on a hot pink suit jacket.

  Part of her knew her outfit was inappropriate for office wear, but the bliss still in her system overrode that thought. She put on some pink lip gloss and large silver hoop earrings, and headed for the board meeting.

  Everyone stopped and stared as Jennifer sashayed into the board room. She took her seat and leveled cool eyes on the lot of them. “Shall we get down to business?”

  The next hour went as normal. The men got over the fact their very beautiful boss was suddenly all sexed up. She was still the same hard, demanding Jennifer Jade.

  “If there’s nothing else…,” Jennifer said, starting to rise.

  The door slammed open and Lady Layla and Domina Dorothea entered. Both were dressed in full dominatrix, shiny black latex for Layla and black and purple leather for Dorothea. The two dominatrixes strutted into the room, splitting to walk down each side of the long board table. As they approached Jennifer, each held out an aerosol can and sprayed the assembled board members.

  “What are you doing here?” Jennifer said, baby blues wide in horror. “What are you spraying them with?”

  “Bliss,” Layla said, stopped before Jennifer and scowled at her. “Bitch, you sent Ms Patriot to steal all of our blackmail material on you.”

  “What? No,” Jennifer said, looking back and forth between Layla and Dorothea, one on each side of her. Fear consumed her. What would they do to her now? How would she be punished? “Please, I’ve been out of town. I was in France!”

  “I don’t believe you,” Dorothea sneered.

  “Me either,” Layla said, and sprayed Jennifer. “Have fun with your board of directors, Ms Bitchy Jade.”

  Hit full in the face with Bliss, Jennifer's body exploded with ultimate pleasure. Her mind instantly turned to much, as did her throbbing insides.

  “Aaaaaaaaggggggggggghhhhhh! Oh, Goddess! Aaaaaggghhh!” Jennifer cried as she bent over double, hands clutching her twat as she enjoyed a powerful climax. “Ooooooooooh.”

  Dorothea pulled off Jennifer’s jacket, then she and Layla pulled her tight mini-skirt down her legs. Finally, they removed her top and left her in nothing but garter belt, hose and heels. Layla then grabbed Jennifer’s hair, and half-dragged, half-guided her atop the long board room table.

  “Look boys, Jennifer 'Fuck Meat' Jade is eager to meet your acquaintance,” La
yla said. “Who wants to fuck the sexy boss?”

  Jennifer was on all fours in the middle of the board room table. Her powerful, sharp mind was utter mush as her spectacular body quaked and trembled with the aftershocks of that last climax. She was panting, horny and eager to please. The board members all looked at her with hungry, lusty eyes, all of their sexiest fantasies concerning the boss lady coming to their forethoughts.

  “Me?” the oldest looking man said. He was a tall, lanky man, with little hair and lots of liver spots. The oldster dropped his pants and crawled up behind Jennifer. He motorboated her sweet round ass a moment, then mounted her doggie-style.

  “Oh yes! Oh yes!” Jennifer cried, starting to buck and grind her butt into him. “Faster, baby, faster!” Another man crawled up before her, cock out and erect. She smacked her lips as her long, delicate fingers wrapped around his long, thick black shaft and started stroking. “Kiss me, Lester.” He did, eagerly. “MMmmmmmmm.”

  “See you at Club Depraved at six sharp tonight, Jennifer,” Lady Layla sneered.

  Two more board members crawled up on the table, each claiming a huge, dangling tit to suck and fondle. A fifth board member climbed atop Jennifer’s back and started whacking off as he pretended to be riding her like a cowboy.

  “Make it tomorrow,” Dorothea said, she grinned as she looked around at all the horny old men. “They’ll be fucking her until dawn tomorrow.”

  They watched as Jennifer finally broke the deep tongue kiss with Lester, and wrapped her full, glossy lips around his thick cock. As she hungrily gobbled him down, her hands began fondling his big hairy balls.

  “So true,” Layla said, and laughed. “I’ll call you, Jennifer.”

  “Hmmm,” Jennifer said, eyes closed as she eagerly sucked cock. Slurp. Gulp. “Hgh. Ngh. Ummmmmmmm.”

  And they left. Before leaving, though, they walked through the entire floor and sprayed everyone. Then Dorothea yelled, “Orgy in the board room!”

  They watched the mad, horny rush into the board of directors room, and left.

  Back inside the board room…

  “Mmm,” Jennifer groaned as Lester flooded her slurping mouth with hot, creamy cum. She swallowed as much as she could, as fast as she could, but he had so much it oozed down his shaft and all over his very hairy balls. “Mmm, hhmmmm, let me clean that up for you, lover boy.”

  The super sexy billionaire businesswoman and Grimme City’s most vocal pillar of feminine virtue licked his long, thick black cock like a popsicle. Moaning and groaning wantonly she licked that cock perfectly clean, and then started on his cum-slathered nuts. By the time she finished, Jennifer heard lots of feminine grunts and moans to her left. It was her secretary, Cindy, naked save for a pair of hoop earrings and black patent pumps, sitting on Abner’s lap and bouncing up and down. She had her back to him, her perky tits bouncing, hands in her soft brown hair, and his shaft up her poop chute.

  “Pretty,” Jennifer said, smiling serenely. Lester was pulled back, and another board member took his place. Mason Montgomery was a fifty-five year old real estate tycoon, and one of Jennifer’s newest board members. He started slapping her face with his hard cock, before she finally grabbed it and wrapped her lips around the head. They locked lusty eyes, and she started sucking with enthusiasm. “Mmmmmm.”

  The first man finally came inside her pussy, and was pulled away to be replaced by two more. They lifted up her right leg, leaving her left knee on the table. With the right leg pointed at the ceiling, her pussy and ass were both available for exploitation. And exploit them they did.

  “Huuugghh,” Jennifer grunted as two cocks plunged into her down there. The cock in her twat went in with well-lubed ease, and felt divine. The dick up the ass, not so smoothly. No one had loosened her sphincter up, so he really had to force his way inside. The penetration was painful, but her body quickly adapted. It was good at that. And before too long she was enjoyed the experience of getting double-penetrated, while sucking cock and having her tits sucked and fondled. “This is the best fuck job ever.”

  “Shut up and suck,” Montgomery growled lustfully, forcing her back onto his cock.

  Five minutes later and all three men came at the same time. Of course, Jennifer’s gloriously blissed out body allowed her to experience no less than twelve orgasms during that long five minutes.

  “I want to titty fuck her,” Ned O’Donnell cried. The forty-nine year old board member forced Jennifer onto her back. Her head hung over the edge, and she was about to demand he scoot down so she could get some head support, when Omar del la Cruz stepped up and thrust his cock in her face. So Jennifer opened wide, and he entered. As Omar thrust deeply into Jennifer’s hot, wet mouth, Ned slapped his cock down into her deep cleavage, and squashed her boobs together, smothering the cock. “I’ve dreamed of doing this every time I saw you and these magnificent tits, Jennifer. Dreams do come true!”

  “Hhggh. Mmgggh. Mmmmm,” Jennifer said, mouth full of very thick cock. Then some woman she couldn’t see, crawled up between her satiny thighs, and started eating her out. She knew what to do, and pushed the sexy raven-maned beauty over the top in record time. “Uuggggggggggggghhh! Mmmmmmmmggggggh.”

  Chapter 5

  Ms Patriot fidgeted, feeling half naked and frustrated. She wore her legendary costume: golden tiara, red mask, patriotically themed bustier and short-shorts outfit, red opera gloves, red stiletto thigh boots, and blue choker. Everything but her lost power belt.

  “If nothing else, I have to get that power belt back from Layla,” she muttered, baby blues alternating between worry and anger.

  It had only been four hours since she escaped the board room orgy. Really, everyone but her fell asleep from exhaustion. Being a super heroine, she had much more endurance and could fuck much longer. Fortunately for her, her senses returned shortly thereafter, but not before she found two security guards on patrol in the hallway and gave them both intense blow jobs. But she was all sticky with cum, so took a shower and the cold water restored her senses.

  One benefit of being blissed out, without sex her sexual frustrations built up extremely quickly. Even though she’d been royally fucked ten times over, and completely sated just a few hours back, the bliss still in her system made her super horny and needy, which quickly built up her pent up sexual frustrations, so her body was capable of super power if she got her power belt back.

  Club Depraved closed just an hour before. Ms Patriot waited for the clean-up crew and “performers” to leave. Dorothea left just before closing, with a set of redheaded twins on leashes. Since Ms Patriot could only see the one door, she wasn’t sure if everyone was gone, but suspected they were. Except for Lady Layla LaBeauf.

  “Time to get my power belt back from Layla, and then extract my pound of flesh from her sexy dominatrix butt,” Ms Patriot snarled, baby blues narrowing.

  The shapely super heroine rushed up to the front door and entered. Inside the main room, she spotted the black office door wide open and Layla at her desk, typing on the computer. To the vivacious vigilante’s surprise, there were six staffers in the club laughing and joking at a table. Three men and three women.

  “Ms Patriot!” one cried, and she saw Layla look up at her with shock.

  “Halt in the name of justice!” Ms Patriot cried.

  “Get her!” one of the big, muscle-bound bouncers growled. “We’ll tie her up and fuck her until her head pops.”

  After a dozen hours in an orgy, and no power belt, Ms Patriot felt unusually weak and vulnerable, especially confronting three massively built bouncers. Even the three sexy, curvy BDSM whores worried her. Her fear angered her, though, galvanizing her determination to retrieve the power belt. With her power belt she was more than a match for all of them at once.

  “Know Ms Patriot’s wrath, miscreants!” she cried as she charged them.

  The bouncers all crouched in fighting stances as she ran towards them. But at the last instant, she cut left and raced to the office door. It was enough. T
he bouncers pursued, but she had too much of a head start. Ms Patriot slammed the door in their faces, and locked it.

  “It’s just me and you, Layla,” Ms Patriot grinned maliciously as the men outside the door started rattling the knob and pounding on the door. “We both know that door is reinforced, so if they break through, it will take them a while. Now, where is my power belt?”

  “Power belt?” Layla said, still gawking. Then she looked confused after looking at Ms Patriot’s naked waist. “You’re not wearing it. Why do you think I have it?”

  “Can the innocent act, lady,” Ms Patriot said. She leaned over Layla’s desk, red-gloved hands propping her up. Layla’s eyes locked on her dangling tits. “You know I had a minor setback last night in here, when I underestimated that old, fat security guard. Won’t happen again, I assure you. But he took my entire costume, including the power belt. I want it back. Now.”

  “Stan, you bastard!” Layla cried, eyes flashing. “He admitted to stripping, unmasking, and fucking you, but said you escaped. I assumed you took your costume, belt, and mask. He never let on he still had them, and I gave him a fucking bonus, too.”

  Ms Patriot just gawked at Layla. She knew Layla well enough to know she wasn’t lying. Stan kept it all for himself. The sexy super heroine felt like such a fool for not considering that. Of course some old reprobate would want to keep a souvenir from his greatest victory.

  “Oh,” Ms Patriot said, glancing back at the door as she heard wood crack. It wouldn’t be much longer before they smashed through. Her entire plan pivoted upon her recovering her power belt. Without it, she was no match for the angry men outside that door. When she looked back at Layla, the wicked dominatrix club-owner was grinning at her with malicious glee. “All right, Lady Layla. I believe you. Let’s work out a deal, shall we?”

  “Okay, I think we can work something out,” she said, her grin becoming truly evil. “You first.”

  Ms Patriot didn’t like the way Layla was looking at her. It didn’t bode well for her plans. “If you surrender peacefully, and confess your crimes against Jennifer Jade to the police, I’ll use my considerable influence with the court to get you a light sentence.”