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Supergirl (II) arrived at Superbabes about 5 minutes before she had to start her shift. She checked her watch, and got out of the driver's seat of her car, before realizing she forgot her purse, and promptly stuck her upper body back into the car, reaching over to the passenger's seat to grab it and- "WHOA!"
She jumped banging her head on the roof as 'something' poked between her ass cheeks, she was wearing pants sure but it was unmistakable. "Hey! Who has the BALLS, and is lookin to lose them!?-" she began, yanking herself out of the car to the sound of-
"Woof!" she blinked around, then down at the adorable snow white dog with shocking blue eyes and a collar of Japanese bells around his neck. She blinked at him, her Texas tirade of tempestuous temper, forgotten as he wiggled his cute little tail, his tongue lolling out of his mouth… like so many men in the restaurant at the sight of the Superbabes…
"…Well howdy there you little furball!" she said, disarmed by cuteness as she bent over, her big double-D's swaying tantalizingly like ripe melons as she rubbed his head. "Where did you come from?"
"That's a good question." Cheetah, who had recently arrived herself glared at the dog. "Akita, how did you get out of the apartment?"
"WOOF!" the dog replied happily, immediately trotting towards Cheetah and rubbing against her fuzzy legs.
"You know that dog?" Supergirl asked curiously.
"Yeah… he's sort of mine." Cheetah replied shyly… it was almost as if the fact that a cat lady owning a dog sounded absurd.
"What do you mean sort of yours? YOU got a dog?!" Supergirl had a collection of questions but the important ones were already asked.
"It's more like he won't leave me alone." She mumbled, watching as the Akita Inu (now apparently just called Akita') wagged his tail happily at Cheetah who just sighed at the adorable sight. Supergirl stroked his soft snowy-white back. "He's made himself at home in my apartment, so I guess I own a dog now."
"…Okay." Supergirl replied hesitantly. "Well you keep his nose out of me and we'll be just fine." she said smiling as Cheetah shook her head.
"Tell me about it, he's a little pervert. When I first met him, he kept sticking his face into Brielle's cleavage."
"Well to be fair, who could resist that?" replied Supergirl teasingly with her texas drawl as they both entered Superbabes together… with Akita following behind them happily.
"…Do you know there's a dog following you?" Declared Big Barda concernedly as Cheetah nodded.
"Yeah… he's mine, I guess. It's a long story."
"Oh bonjour my little friend!" Brielle, coming out of the locker room dressed in normal clothes and ready to head home immediately spotted little Akita and skidded quickly onto her knees and began smushing his doggy face as his tail wagged happily behind him upon recognizing his French savior. "Oh, you are just the cutest! The cutest little puppy!" she cooed as Supergirl and Cheetah both walked into the locker rooms. Brielle was about to head home and Supergirl would be filling in for the 'busty blonde' portion of this superbabe shift.
"She'll explain." Cheetah clarified quickly.
"Quoi?" Brielle squeaked curiously, glancing around as Akita licked her face in greeting. "Oh! Oh non!" she laughed as he kept licking, "OH you messy boy!"
"Soooo… what's with the dog following our Cheetah around?" Big Barda laughed curiously, approaching Akita and ruffling his head, before kneeling on one leg to rub her hands through his soft fur eagerly petting him. "Who's a good boy?" she whispered fondly as Brielle wiped her doggy-tongued face with a Superbabes napkin.
"Well, I found him around Christmas time." Brielle clarified, "And he spent a warm evening with me and Katie." She said curiously, "But then I took him to an animal shelter in the morning because I can't have pets in my apartment, and Katie is…"
"A cat?" Big Barda supplied obviously, still stroking Akita.
"Oui." Brielle replied adorably, with a pretty blonde girl smile. But then it fell slightly as she looked at the happy, blue eyes, snowy-furred dog wearing bells. "What is he doing here? Did he run away again?" Cheetah, who had quick-changed in the locker room came back out with Supergirl close behind as Akita barked happily at her reappearance. "What is he doing here?" she asked Cheetah directly, filled with obvious curiosity.
"No idea. But I guess he's my dog now."
"You adopted him?" Briella asked happily, "why didn't you tell me?"
"I didn't adopt him he just showed up at my apartment and now he won't leave." Cheetah replied as Supergirl chuckled, joining Brielle on the floor to pet Akita who was reveling in sexy, big tit blonde attentions.
"I had a creepy uncle like that once." Supergirl noted as Big Barda laughed.
"Seriously?"
"No." Supergirl replied with a playful smile. "But you know in Texas we have ways of dealing with Squatters, I can get you my revolver if you like-I was kidding!" she declared quickly at the furious POUT Brielle shot her, raising her hands defensively as if Brielle could actually throw the daggers she was glaring at her.
"That was NOT funny!" she declared, hugging Akita who groaned happily in her big fake titty embrace.
"You're right it's not funny." Supergirl admitted. "He's a cute little guy." She added.
"Well, Brielle if you're heading home for the day can you drop him off at my place? I don't know how he got here." Cheetah declared, "We can add escape artist to his list of tricks."
"Why are you all just standing around?" the girls in costume shot to attention as Orders entered, she glanced around at them before turning her attention to Akita. She scowled intensely, more so than usual. "That is not Hector." She declared sounding more disappointed that it wasn't Hector than the fact that there was yet another pet in her restaurant.
"No. He's not." Big Barda agreed, smiling disarmingly while pointing to the counter. "I'm going over there now, you girls have fun." She noted as Cheetah cleared her kitty throat, to declare ownership.
"He's mine. I asked Brielle to take him home for me as he followed me here." Orders stared at the dog who happily stared back as Brielle hugged him. Akita giving Orders the big, shocking blue, puppy dog eyes treatment. Orders cringed slightly.
"…Hmph." She grunted, before moving past all of them and heading to her counter.
"Just a 'hmph?' no snarky comments?" Cheetah asked curiously as Orders seemed far less interested than usual.
"I've seen stranger things than a cat woman owning a dog." Orders replied plainly,
"…Like what?" Asked Big Barda legitimately curious but Orders politely ignored her and continued.
"If you're going to take him home, then do it." she replied, getting comfortable then turning her attention to the computer and turning on deliveries. "Otherwise let's get to work ladies." She clapped her hands lightly and gestured to the doorway that lead to the floor. "Brielle take the dog home…"
Brielle stood up, but Orders's eyes flickered and she rubbed her head, clenching her teeth in pain. "STOOP." She growled, "Don't… get comfy you're not going anywhere for a bit…"
"Quoi?" Brielle asked, only to be answered with the faint sound of 'BOOM' echoing from somewhere in Gotham. "Oh!" she gasped surprised as the rest of the girls briefly hesitated, most of them turning to Orders who was already sending off a group message to the rest of the girls in her emergency group chats… 'You'll be fine' basically.
"Everyone get comfy it's going to be one of THOSE nights… Batman has it covered." She added putting her phone down before gazing wistfully at Brielle. "Have a seat Mademoiselle you're not going anywhere with banks getting blown into." She sighed, "That whole district is getting locked down." She said as the Gotham police sirens began singing to her accuracy.
"Oh… well…" Brielle reached into her backpack. "Good thing I brought a book." She declared, heading to the couch and followed by Akita, she sat down on it as he immediately lept up beside her, resting his head on her lap as she cooed, stroking his head and reading her most recently acquired Romance Novel: Ageless Love… a tale about an older man and a younger woman stranded on an island together.
It was rated four out of five burning passions.
An hour or two went by, followed by many more sirens and only two more explosions. Orders however glared at Akita, sitting on her couch… wagging his tail happily as he rested his head in Brielle's lap. Her attention solely focused on her cheesy romance novel, but she still managed to rub Akita's head reflexively as she read…
"Geez Orders I thought you liked dogs." Supergirl declared, neatly stacking her tips on the counter as she came in from the floor. Just finishing up a table she was about to hit the couch herself for a quick break until she caught Orders' stern glare. "You're looking at that dog like you're trying to figure out the best way to take him to a farm upstate." She joked as Orders scoffed.
"…I do like dogs… but that one makes my brain itch. It's a weird dog." Supergirl stared at her, a clear look of WTF on her face as Orders scowled at her, then shrugged. "You wouldn't get it… the only thing you're getting to get right now is the Delivery."
"What?" Supergirl blinked as Orders reached for the phone.
Time: 9:34 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Superbabes, we Deliver."
"Supergirl Meal. 3 orders please."
"3 clubs sandwiches anything else?"
"Delivered by Supergirl. The shapely one."
"Very well, we expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery, name and address please."
Meanwhile
"And here I thought I'd get a break." Supergirl sighed as Orders ripped off the receipt, handing it to her. Supergirl took it and eyed the address for a moment. "Oh Hey! I remember these pervs, a bunch of retirees in that old folk's community… didn't I dance for them once? " she smiled knowingly, "Maybe I will get a break-"
"Don't count on it." Orders kiboshed that idea. "Dancing's not on their minds this time." Orders declared as Supergirl rolled her pretty blue eyes, the food sliding across the counter in a Vixen-branded Superbabes bag.
"It's almost 10 o'clock aren't they all in bed by now?" joked Supergirl.
"They will be." Orders added, "You'll just be joining them. I blame their new nurse." She added cryptically as Supergirl walked out the back door to the company car. Sliding right into the driver's seat and driving off into Gotham traffic just as a collection of Ambulances went the other way…
…Believe it or not, there are some that actually live long enough to retire in Gotham. Others actually retire TO Gotham. Why?... who could say. But the 'Cloudy Skies' retirement community does exist and it's mostly peaceful. It used to be called 'Sunny Skies'… but this is Gotham. Still, it was a gated community with some private homes for those still capable of caring for themselves and a big main building/ apartment complex for assisted living with nurses, security staff, and orderlies.
The last time she was here she had a private party with some of the older gentlemen at the main building. A private party room where she danced for and with them… in costume at first and then in her underwear, it was all very tasteful… this time, however, as she checked the receipt, she realized she'd be going to one of the private homes. She drove up to the front gate, a bored security guard half-asleep in his cozy booth as she leaned out the window… making sure her TITS were in full view at least as she knocked on his window. Getting his attention.
He jumped, yawned, and blinked at her pretty face… and naturally, his eyes bulged wide awake as he then got a view of her chest. "Heeey." She purred with a big smile. "Some boys in there ordered some food? I'm here to deliver." She added as he stared at her.
"Uh…" he scratched his bulging belly, then checked a clipboard. "…It's almost 10 should they be asleep?"
She shrugged, "Don't know what you tell you." She said, "I'm just doing my job you know." she added with a big smile on her red lips. "Just let me in okay? My boss will REALLY lay into me if I don't." The guard checked the clipboard again nervously, but he sighed.
"…Where you going?"
Supergirl slipped into the car, and checked the receipt again, before answering. "Bungalow 5."
"Ah. Diego." He grumbled, "…Alright. Watch yourself he can be handsy." The gate opened and she drove right in.
"I'll beeet." She mumbled playfully to herself. Driving through the roads to the private homes. There wasn't a lot of them: 10 small little one-story townhouses… no stairs to fall down. She found #5 right next to #6 and slipped out of the car after she parked it on the curb. She check herself in the rearview mirror, smiled, then got out of the car. Gotham's nightly chill brushed against her thick legs and up her red skirt as her boots carried her quickly to the front door of #5.
She stepped on the welcome mat, adjusted her suit, then raised a hand to knock loudly on the front door. "Superbabes!"
Time: 9:55 PM. Place: Cloudy Skies (Bungalow #5.)
"Special Delivery Service!" she finished, she waited half a minute before the door opened. She recognized him, as one of the men she danced for but only vaguely. There were a dozen of them before, but she tried anyway. "…Derrick." She pointed at him smiling as the man grinned back.
"That's right beautiful I'm glad you remember me." He replied, a fully grey head of hair and a wrinkled face, he had a hint of a new English accent as he stepped aside and let her in, before shiftily glancing outside and shutting the door. Locking it behind her.
There were two other men in the living room, one was completely bald with the exception of a well-groomed grey beard and in a wheelchair, and the other was significantly swarthier with some black in his gray main. "Hola Senorita." Declared obviously Diego, he grinned lecherously at her as he leaned back on his couch. But he looked to already be itching to get his hands on her softer bits. Derrick was thinner, his body clearly showing his age, and Diego was probably younger and fitter… the final man, the one in the wheelchair looked to be the oldest and clearly the most beaten by years.
Literally. He was missing half his right pinky finger and two toes on his right foot. His nose had been broken at least once and poorly set over the years, and a chunk of his left calf was missing, showing a significant portion of the long healed muscle, and his left ear had been mangled by something, the lobe was missing and an upper chunk of it had been cut away making it look pointed like an elf… For the first time in her professional career as a sexy lady, she looked at that old man and decided that he NEEDED to get laid.
"Hello fellas." She smiled, the cosey home was cramped, and while there was football on TV all eyes were on her as she walked to the tiny kitchen and deposited the bag of food onto the table big enough to fit two people at least. "Isn't it past your bedtime? Oh!" she squeaked loudly as for the second time tonight somebody stuck his face into her ass. "Geez. The guard warned me you were handsy." She mumbled as Diego knelt behind her, burying his face into her skirt and inhaling deeply as he squeezed her ass.
"SNIIIIF! Ahhh…" he sighed into her cheeks as she leaned on the table, pushing her ass back as the dirty old man molested her… she was a pro. He won't be the first, nor the last.
"Always knew you were a freak Diego." Declared a new voice, the man in the chair, watching Supergirl with interest as the old Spaniard (yes, she could tell he was a Spaniard) buried his face into her ass.
"You have not LIVED Fredrick until you buried your face into a meaty Senorita." Diego replied charmingly, pulling his face from her ass cheeks and swatting them over her skirt. "MMn!"
"Helps that she looks like the new Head Nurse." Derrick declared, "And all the curves that come with her." he fidgeted slightly, watching as Diego climbed her body and squeezed her big tits from behind, pulling her gently from the table and giving the other boys a show. Sinking his groping hands into her heavy breasts as she gasped erotically. "Who's first?... we only got an hour with her that gives us 20 minutes each."
"Ha-ha! Derrick my good man." Diego pulled his hands away, "You and Fred can go first… then I'll take the other 58 minutes."
"If I brought my walking stick Diego I'd smack you with it." replied Fredrick grumpily as Supergirl smiled, turned Diego around, and gently pushed him towards the bedroom.
"I think lady's choice is important in this situation boys." She then walked over to Derrick, guiding him to sit on the couch. "You Mr. Hands can wait in the bedroom." She declared, pushing down her skirt as she strutted away from Derrick and toward Fredrick. "And you…" she stood before him as he gazed up at her, slowly stripping out of her blue unitard and exposing her big heavy breasts. "You look like you need some personal assistance."
Fredrick silently watched her strip. The blue unitard slid down her sensuous body until it hit the floor leaving her in her red boots as her hands slid up her toned stomach to her big breasts, squeezing and lifting them before him as he leaned back comfortably in his wheelchair, and put the lock on the wheels.
All of the men were wearing shorts, probably some sort of community brand, but it was going to make all of this easy. She knelt down before his wheelchair, feeling his 8 toes briefly against her legs as she grabbed at his shorts and tugged them down slowly, he shifted on his chair. He could move more ably than he looked. She smiled prettily up at him and kept doing so until she freed his erection… which might have been more impressive a few years ago, but even in a frost of white the mighty oak stood strong.
Her pretty smile opened wide, "Ahhh…" sticking out her tongue to drool on his quivering tip before she slowly moved her head onto it. "Mmm. Mmmn…" she hummed loudly as Fredrick hissed through his teeth, resting his four-and-a-half-fingered hand on her blonde-haired head as her hands slid up his old legs to his chest, even through his plain white T-shirt she could feel MORE scars on his body… so she sucked him harder. "Mmn! MMng! MMng!" her head bobbed wildly on that old dick like her life depended on it…
Though it was really more of a professional pride.
"Oh Shit…" growled Fredrick eagerly, going limp in his wheelchair, yet somehow still tensed up as her head moved faster and faster on his girth. "Nnm… girl could suck a golfball through a garden hose."
"Aah…" she sighed, sliding off his length as she swirled her tongue around his length. "I'd be willing to try." She purred as his cock wiggled approvingly in response, "Mmn…" then right back between her warm lips he went. "Mmn. Mmn. Mmmn…" his hands clawed at her head, twisting slightly in her blonde locks as she squirmed on her knees. Her pretty blue eyes gazed up at him as he pulled her to the base of his cock, her nose ruffling through his white hairs before she slid back up. "Mmmn…mwah." She popped off his tip, lightly licking away at it before she kissed it. "Mwah, feeling it tremble on her lips. "…Want me to finish you off? Or ride you over the line?" She continued to lick his girth as she rubbed her big tits on his legs.
"Get on it." he growled impatiently as she moved. She slid her breasts up onto his lap, before climbing the rest of the way and pushing them into his face. Her legs pressed against the inside of the wheelchair. It creaked under her light movements, the brake holding it in place as she guided his erection against her warm slit. His hands clawed at her soft ass cheeks as she wiggled slowly, side to side, his tip spreading her lower lips until she fully engulfed him, dropping onto his lap.
She grabbed the handles on the back of the wheelchair, pulling her body forward into his bearded face as she rose slowly up and down. "Haa. Aah… you're so big…" she encouraged properly, her lower body dancing up and down on his lap, rolling her hips like she was riding a bronco and not an old man in a wheelchair. She bit her bottom lip as she sucked in air through her teeth, hissing softly as she moaned loudly. "Oooh I love riding the big broncos." She purred, leaning on Fredrick as her ass elaborately bounced on his lap. "Haa-haa…" gasping softly as Derrick and Diego eagerly watched the show.
"Mmph! URGH!!" Fredrick's hands sunk into her ass cheeks and yanked her down hard onto his lap. "UGH!" he groaned into her cleavage as she gasped dramatically, throwing her head back as his thick load rushed up into her pussy. She wiggled her hips on his lap, feeling his cock trembling inside her as it spurted out a heavy wad.
"Haah-aaah…" she moaned, feeling his hands claw on her ass cheeks, holding her on his lap as he growled in her cleavage. "Ah… dirty old man." She teased, pushing her heavy breasts around his face with her upper arms. "I'm young enough to be your granddaughter." She purred, "Ah!" he smacked her ass with his mangled hand.
"Then maybe I should spank you for being a dirty little slut."
"Gonna have to do that another time." She teased, sliding off his chair as she let him slip out… Leaning over she kissed his forehead. "I got other dicks to suck." She stood up straight and rubbed as her crotch, pulling Fredrick's thick dripping seed from her pussy and licking it off her fingers. "Who's next?" she purred cheerfully, running her tongue between her fingers. "I still want to suck some old dicks. Like drinking fine wine." She added with a laugh as Diego's hands grabbed at her ass cheeks. "I thought I told you to wait in the bedroom." She smiled playfully, before turning to face him and letting him bury his swarthy face between her breasts. "Ha-ha-ha!"
She arched backward slightly, head swinging behind her as he rigorously motorboated her. She pushed her tits together as he pried his face from her cleavage to suck on one nipple, then the other, tugging hard at them with his mouth on suction alone before they snapped back into position. She felt his cock rub against her wet pussy as his hand pulled away from her right ass cheek to clap hard against it. he pulled away from her, standing proudly before her with a rigid hard-on as she dropped to her knees before him. "Mmmgn…" rubbing his thighs as took him into her mouth. "Mmn. Mmngh…"
He hissed happily through clenched teeth, shaking as she slid her lips up and down his length, "Ooooh. Dios Mio… Look me in the eyes senorita you're doing good work." He praised, brushing her blonde hair out of her face as she gazed up at him. "Ahh… drives me crazy these blonde chicas! Oooh!"
"Mmn-hmmn!" she chuckled, humming up and down his girth as she giggled. His hands went from his waist to her head, moving her steadily along his length, before hastily removing her with a wet pop. "Haah!" Head hanging back on her neck, mouth open with her tongue out, he spat into her mouth as she swallowed his spit, swirling her tongue around her lips. "MMn. Yummy…"
His cock throbbed rigidly before her as he grinned down, his pre-cum leaking. "Come on Senorita show me the good stuff." He praised her as she turned on her knees, before dropping on all fours, shaking her ass in full view. "Ay, going to be murder on my knees." He groaned as Derrick tossed him a couch pillow, putting it between her legs as he knelt behind her. "YES." He growled, pushing his tip against her wet pussy.
"Ah… AH. AH." She grunted as Diego's hands clung to her body, "AH-AH-AH! FUCK! ME." She moaned whorishly for him as his somewhat bony hips slammed against her ass, "AH-AH…"
"You're so tight chica. Oooh!" he pulled her back roughly against his thrusts, her head swinging back as she gazed ahead. Her breasts swung freely beneath her between her arms. "You must like it!"
"Oh yes ride me harder!" she moaned, "Oh! OOoh!" her body rolling back against him, slamming her ass on his body as she arched her back. "Mmgh! Mgh! Aaaah!" moaning, then crying out in erotic glee as his hands slid up her waist, grabbing tightly to her.
"I'm cumming chica!"
"Ah-aAH-aah! Yes!" she gasped, "Cum in me! Give me that old man cum I want it! AAAH! I love dirty old men! OOooh!"
"And I love slutty chicas." She clenched her teeth as he pressed his hips to her ass, filling her insides with a thick load. "Oooh." She wiggled her hips, draining his load as she rubbed her thick cheeks against his waist. "Slutty blonde chicas with hourglass bodies and big fucking tits!" he praised as Supergirl fell forward off his cock, ass raised in the air and swaying it side to side playfully.
"I'm glad I meet ALL the criteria." She purred seductively. "Derrick… want to ride me too?"
Derrick, naked from the waist down stroked himself slowly as he stood up. He looked thinner without clothes, almost unhealthily so, but he seemed well enough. "I want to watch you dance again."
"Dance?" she chuckled slowly pushing herself off the floor and getting to her feet. "Seems like a poor time for line dancing." She purred while standing before him with her feet planted shoulder-length apart. "…You just want to watch my girls, jump." She said, making her chest bounce by thrusting her lower body and pushing her chest out. She planted her feet, the only parts of her body not moving as she gyrated her hips, pushed out her chest, sliding her arms all over her body as her knees bent up and down… it wasn't so much dancing as exotic flailing.
She tossed her head, throwing her shoulder-length blond hair about as she gazed at Derrick with lustful bedroom eyes, licking her lips as she wormed her body lower, and lower to the floor, then shooting right back up again to writhe and gyrate. Before finally moving her feet… she danced slowly towards the bedroom, encouraging him to follow her with inviting hand gestures, pulling him towards her as she got off the couch and she walked backward into the room.
She turned, feeling his gaze on her ass as she jiggled towards the double-bed, sitting on the end of it and spreading her legs invitingly. "You wanted to do this when you first saw me didn't you?" she rubbed herself, leaning back and moaning. "Oooh… fuck my tight warm pussy with your old dick?" his cock throbbing up and down in agreement. "Come here I'll take care of your needs…" she declared confidently. "Fuck me. Use me…" she encouraged, squeezing her breasts. "I saw the way you looked at me… you want it so MUCH…"
Derrick loomed over her, his cock inches from her lips as she squeezed her tits together and leaned forward, kissing the tip. "Mmn…" and falling back onto the bed, legs spread and up in the air. "You want to ride a young mare HARD…" she declared as he grabbed her waist and lifted her slightly off the bed, her legs swinging down to rest on the floor and push her hips up.
"I do." He groaned lustfully. "I'm a dirty old MAN!" he thrust balls deep into her body as she cried out.
"Oooh! I'm such a dirty slut!" she declared as he throbbed eagerly inside her, slamming her harder and harder with his bony hips. Grunting eagerly as her breasts bounced on her chest. "Ugh! UGH! More! Aaah!" she clawed at the bed, letting her tits swing free as Derrick continued his wild thrusts into her wet warmth.
"Hah-ah-hah-haah!" he panted, reaching up to grab her big tits for purchase as she clenched her teeth, feeling his cock trembling inside her as he continued his relentless assault. "I'm a dirty old man!"
"You nasty old fucker!" she laughed, "Ha-aah!! AH! Fuck me! Fuck me!" she rubbed herself, shaking closer and closer to climax. "Fucking sluts young enough to be your granddaughter?! Fuck me right! Do it! Put your old jizz in me slutty hole!"
"Haah! Aah! AAAH!" he fell onto her, thrusting as deep as he could, pushing her further onto the bed and burying his face into her big heavy tits. "UUGH!!"
"YESYESYESSSS!" she hissed, climaxing as he pumped her full of his load. "OOoooh!" clawing at his wrinkled body as she twitched beneath him. "MMN-HMMN… HAH!"
Derrick quickly pulled out of her body, grabbing her leg and pulling her over the edge of the bed onto the floor as she knelt before him, instinctively sensing his finale as she cupped her big tits in her hands, lifting them up and pushing them together as she opened her mouth, closing her eyes and moaning a soft. "Dirty old dick…" before a thick rope sprayed onto her face. "Haah…" splattering her tongue, nose, and right eye.
"Such a fun senorita." She heard, seconds before another load roped across her chest. "Oooh!" sighed Diego, joining the bukkake as he coated her face and tits again.
"Haaah…" she gasped, opening one eye and immediately noticing Fredrick stroking himself. She let go of her breasts, reaching for his cock and furiously stroking him as she licked her cum covered lips. "Shoot that dirty old man jizz all over me." She growled seductively. "Cum on the nasty blonde slut, I want it. YEAH!" she snarled opening her mouth, "Aaah!" As Fredrick tossed his load on her, "Haah…" he groaned in contentment as he finished and she sat on her knees, between them, rubbing the cum into her skin with her hands before lifting them to her sticky face and licking them. "Mmn-aah…" pooling more and more of their cum into her mouth with her fingers until she was mostly clean.
She opened her mouth, letting them view the pool of cum forming before she sealed her lips, smiled, then stood up. Before moving on, heading to the bathroom to clean up. She stepped into the tub shower, turning on the water and opened her mouth before rinsing out the foul fluid before they noticed. It wasn't rancid or anything but she didn't feel like having any more cum tonight. "Blegh." She mumbled, rinsing her mouth again.
She washed, lathered, and scrubbed… finally drying off and getting out of the tub. She dried off and walked out of the bathroom to find Diego lounging on his bed naked, and apparently ready for more but she winked at him and walked away without a word.
"Thank you for your time." Derrick declared upon seeing her fresh and clean. Fredrick once again in the corner, still in his wheelchair and watching her naked body approach him. She smiled at him, then began redressing in front of them. Derrick, now back in pants, approached her. Handing her a fresh stack of bills as she quietly took them and lightly patted his cheek as he smiled.
"Bye, you dirty old man." She teased with a wink… just as someone knocked.
"Boooooys!" crooned a rather breathy, sultry voice from outside.
…Was that the sounds of a saxophone permeating the air? Or was Supergirl imagining that?"
"Oh SHIT." Hissed Fredrick, sitting up straighter in his wheelchair as Derrick quickly pushed Supergirl into the closet, just barely shutting the door on her.
"HEY." She mumbled indignantly but sighed… feeling very silly as Derrick approached the front door and opened it.
"Hellooooo Nurse." He declared nervously.
…That was DEFINITELY saxophones. Where was it coming from?
A tall, leggy, voluptuously curvy blonde woman with an impossible hourglass figure strutted into the house in high-heels, showing off those black stocking legs in a hospital uniform that was definitely not standard. Her wavey blonde hair swished as she turned to face Derrick, speaking to him kindly, but sternly.
"Derrick. Why aren't you in bed?" she said as he mumbled.
"I was just having a bit of fun Nurse." He said apologetically.
"And Freddy." She crooned, her voice a soothing combination of a lounge singer, seductress, and caregiver. "Why aren't you in your room!? We talked about this."
"…We wanted to play some cards Nurse." He said sounding legitimately sorry that he disappointed her.
"I'm taking you back to your room right now young man." She declared rather airily, "You need your rest, your family's visiting tomorrow. With every step she took it was like somebody was playing the drums. Boom-ticka-boom-ticka-boom. "You can play cards next time." She said, pushing Fredrick out the door, her impossible hourglass body bouncing and strutting as she stared Derrick down, but in a stern way.
"I want you to go right home Mister. I'll see you in the morning."
"…Yes ma'am." He said as she smiled prettily at him, pinching his cheek, and walked out with Fredrick. "Phew… okay all clear." He said as Supergirl pushed out of the closet.
"Seriously?" she laughed, heading to the door herself as he checked the window, making sure the head Nurse was well and truly gone.
"What?" he mumbled sheepishly, "We're already on thin Ice trying to see her changing…" he added under his breath. "She catches you here we'll lose our dessert privileges for a month."
"Superbabes has a dessert menu." She suggested as he blinked.
"…Yeah but we can't buy that every day." He smiled at her as she strutted to the car. "Bad for the tickers in more ways than one…See you around." He added reluctantly watching her go as she waved goodbye over her shoulder. Getting in the car, and out of Cloudy Skies.
Time: 10:47 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
"Can I go home now?" Brielle asked curiously as she finished her book, Akita was lying on his back, his head still on Brielle's lap and his paws in the air as his tongue lolled from his muzzle and he gazed up between her big fake tits.
Orders checked her watch, "…Give it another 5 minutes. Traffic is murder." Brielle absently scratched Akira's belly as he kicked the couch's arm with a raised leg. Orders grimaced. "…Weird dog." She grumbled as Supergirl returned.
"Ooooh…" she stretched and walked right in, stopped, and glanced around behind her before sighing. "I think I need saxophones." Orders stared at her. "Yeah I don't know where it came from either, but there was this nurse…" she said.
"I get it Tina." Orders finished for her, sorting her money. "We don't have the budget." She added as Tina scoffed.
"Bull, you could definitely afford a sax player." Tina smiled playfully as Orders sighed.
"And yet I don't want to." she checked her watch, "You can go, Brielle, have a safe drive."
"Oui Orders." She shouldered her backpack, "Come my little friend I'll take you home!" she said cheerily to Akita, strutting to the door as Akita woofed softly and rolled over, leaping off the couch to follow her and her naturally sexy walk. His bell collar… oddly tinkling in a familiar. Tink-Tinka-Tink-Tinka-Tink. Matching Brielle's steps exactly as he trotted after her.
Orders and Tina stared after the two… the boss frowned as Tina asked hesitantly. "…You heard that too, right?"
"…My brain itches." Growled Orders irately, not confirming Tina's question, as she began rubbing her forehead and grabbed a pain pill, popping it quickly into her mouth as Tina raised her hands defeatedly and adjourned to the now empty couch, shaking her head and putting it off to exhaustion and finally taking her break.
End
Now who is next on my list of girls to do?... Catwoman II? MMmn... I did her five chapters ago let's save her and move down... Red Lantern?... Is it far enough away from her 2 for 1 with Livewire?... Maybe? One more time let's see. Livewire... Damn it. Okay... the ones after that aren't so bad but literally, the next 5 girls are booty-focused. So you know what? Miss Martian. We're doing Miss Martian next.
Also, the Head Nurse as far as I'm concerned is Hello Nurse... she had to go somewhere after The WB declared her to sexy for the Reboot.