The Perverter: Targets 7 & 8 The Got Gals By DeannaTroi This is a work of fiction and contains adult material of a sexual nature which should not be read by anyone under the age of 18. All characters depicted in sexual situations are 18 or older. Ms. Americana (Brenda Wade), Flag Girl (Lydia Willis), Night Raven (Lydia Borden), Green Spectre (Axanna Morgan), Spectre Girl (Summer Morgan), Lady Midnight (Angela Greer), Jungle Babe (Dana McQueen), Got Gal (Tonya O'Donnell), Got Chic (Anita Jackson), Champion Girl (Candice Graham), Amazing Babe (Jessica Lockheart), Azure Angel (Yumi Wong), Shield (Carla Rogers), Wolf Woman (Louisa Torrez), Hexanna, Power Lass (Karen Clark), Texas Star, Lady Sara Kraft, Professor Werder, Bat Broad, Liberty Babe, Chet Cheston, Elsa, Commissioner Borden, The Trapster, the Bilbo brothers, The Geek, The Aberration, Dragon Queen and the mutoids are the creation and property of Mr. X and used with his permission. The concept of Sanctuary was created by Silkcords and modified by me with his permission. All other characters in this story are my own creation and may be used freely in your own stories, but please try and keep their characters in line with what is depicted in my stories. You can send all feedback to: troi@hotmail.com * * * Got Chic hung naked from the chains, a light coating of sweat making her chocolate brown skin glisten, as she renewed her attempts to free herself. She heard a sound from the other side of the door to the room and redoubled her efforts. Straining, the young sidekick closed her fingers around the bobby pin she had hidden in her hair and with trembling fingers tried to insert it into the lock on the shackles confining her left wrist. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if they still actually made bobby pins. How much of a grandma market was left for the things? Surely the captured superheroine market couldn't support their manufacture by itself. Got Chic was still working on the lock when the room door opened and her captor walked in, naked except for the "kiss the cook" apron. "Still haven't got free yet eh?" asked Got Gal, her voice slightly muffled by the warm chocolate chip cookie she was eating. "Sorry to leave you hanging like that, but I had to run when I heard the oven timer go off." "Mmmmmmmhhhhh," was all Got Chic could manage. "Oops, sorry I will get that ball gag out so you can talk," said the blonde as she walked towards her suspended sidekick, her large round breasts bouncing up and down on her chest. Those soft, white globes pressed into Got Chic's only slightly smaller brown ones as she reached behind Got Chic's head to undo the strap that held the ball gag in place. "I still can't get the hang of picking locks with this thing," complained Got Chic as she spat out the gag. "Are you sure it is even possible?" "Yes, it just takes a little patience and practice," replied Got Gal. "That's why we have these little training sessions." "I'm not sure I need to be naked for them though," pointed out Got Chic. "It makes them ore realistic," replied Got Gal, "and besides I like looking at you naked." As she spoke, the blonde lightly ran her hands over her sidekick's body, ending up with one hand cupping each of Got Chic's large breasts and playing with them. "This might be considered sexual harassment," said Got Chic trying to keep from moaning with pleasure. "Yes, it would be if we both didn't love it," agreed Got Gal, tweaking a hard black nipple with each hand. "Mmm, that feels good," admitted Got Chic, "but don't I get a cookie?" "Well, I should make you wait until you pick the lock and get yourself free, but that seems like torture," replied Got Gal, fishing another warm cookie out of the pocket of her apron. "Tell, you what, I will share it with you." The blonde heroine put one end of the cookie in her mouth and offered the other end to Got Chic's mouth. Without using their hands, the two heroines ate their way through the cookie towards each other's lips until they met and then they kissed as they swallowed the last of the snack. Got Gal shoved her tongue into Got Chic's mouth vacuuming out the last crumbs before Got Chic's tongue returned the favour. "I guess you can let me down now," suggested Got Chic after several minutes of lip lock. "Not yet," panted Got Gal. "You can work on your lock picking while I try and distract you. It will be good real world practice." "Just how do you plan to distract me?" asked Got Chic. "Like this," replied Got Gal as she lowered herself until her face was level with her sidekick's pussy and her tongue flicked out to run over the glistening pussy lips. "Oh fuck, that is torture," moaned Got Chic as she started to work on the lock again with the bobby pin, but not too hard. If she timed it right, her mentor's talented tongue would make her cum about the same time she got the lock open. She felt Got Gals tongue probe into her pussy, searching out her g spot and wasn't sure she could make it. The punishment for not making it would be the strap-on and Got Chic wondered if she should deliberately fail again. * * * "What's in it for me?" asked the Geek. "Perhaps the ability to go on living," suggested Bob. "Oh, I am shaking in my boots," snickered the Geek as a dozen or so of his robots came to life and pointed weapons at the dark haired man who had sought him out in his lair. Bob was confident he could kill the little snot, but he wasn't as sure he could do so before the robots at least seriously inconvenienced him and he needed the Geek for his computer expertise which was something, despite all his power that he lacked. "What would you like?" he asked in a more diplomatic tone of voice. The Geek shrugged. "My lawyer got me out of that damn MaxHold prison and either the latest charges are going to get quashed or I will buy my way out of them. I could always use some pussy though. If I find you what you want, you deliver my choice of the super sluts to me." "We can both live with that," replied Bob glancing at the robots. "Any preference?" "I want Flag Twat," replied the Geek. "I already took her cherry, but she has one sweet cunt and I want to fuck it again." "Done," agreed Bob. The Geek turned his back on the imp and sat down at his computer. "This shouldn't take long assuming there is anything about it on the Internet. I've heard rumours about this Sanctuary place, but it didn't seem worth pursuing. If it exists, it is probably pretty well protected and there isn't any profit in going after it. I mean there might be some prime pussy, but there are a lot easier ways to get it in Delta City. Hell, you just rob a bank or even steal a purse and you are almost certain to get at least one super slut charging to the rescue and ready to be captured, stripped and fucked." "I have my reasons for wanting to find it," said Bob simply. The Geek shrugged. "Fine, keep your secrets, I don't much care. Hmmm, this might give you the lead you want," said the villain and he moved aside so Bob could read the screen. "Yes, that looks promising. Print it out for me." The Geek's eyes almost bugged out at the thought of someone actually wanting hard copy printed on real paper, but he just shrugged and sent the information to his printer. * * * "This is really fascinating," said Dr. Werder looking up from his computer monitor at Ms. Americana and Green Spectre. The two heroines peered over his shoulder, which incidentally gave him a very good look down their tops, at the figures and symbols on the screen. "Pretend we don't understand geek Professor and tell us what is so fascinating," said Ms. Americana. "The level of pheromones for both Flag Girl and Spectre Girl are about five times their normal, which as you know is already significantly higher than for non Aphrodite women," said the professor speaking directly into Ms. Americana's boobs. "My eyes are up here professor," said an annoyed Ms. Americana. "Is this dangerous?" "Oh, not at all," said Werder managing to pry his gaze from the darkhaired heroine's titanic tits to look into her baby blue eyes. "It does, however, certainly explain some of the things you have recounted and my own personal reaction the moment they came into my lab." "Meaning you got a huge boner almost instantly," snickered Green Spectre. "Which still hasn't gone down yet I notice," commented Ms. Americana dryly. "Er, well with the levels of pheromones they are giving off, it would be extremely unlikely that anyone could resist having er sexual relations with them, especially in a closed room where the concentration can build up," said Werder. "You mean like in the examining room where we left them with your nurse Jackie?" asked Green Spectre, suddenly looking thoughtful. A light bulb seemed to go on over Professor Werder's head like in the cartoons. "Um, we had better check in on them. You both had wanted the actual physical examination done by one of my nurses but …," and his eyes went back to the numbers on his computer screen. The three of them dashed out of the office and down the hall to the examining room, though the good professor was moving a bit awkwardly due to the erection that just didn't want to go down and was in fact getting rather painful. When Ms. Americana opened the examining room door, she saw Jackie, a large breasted African-American woman with very dark skin lying on her back on the examining table. She was naked as were both Flag Girl and Spectre Girl. At the moment, Flag Girl was sitting on Jackie's face, grinding her pussy into the nurse's mouth while Spectre Girl was licking happily at the woman's dripping pussy. "Oh hi Ms. A," said Flag Girl upon seeing her mentor. "Jackie said this was the best way to examine my pussy and make sure everything was ok." "Then why is Spectre Girl eating out the nurse?" asked Ms. Americana. Flag Girl just shrugged. "It seemed like a good idea at the time and Jackie didn't mind. Isn't that right Jackie?" "Fine by me," came a muffled voice from under Flag Girl's pussy. As the two senior heroines stood there, too shocked to decide what to do and trying to fight their own desires, they saw Professor Werder had dropped his pants and cock in hand was moving up behind Spectre Girl. "Hey, you can't just fuck my daughter, cried Green Spectre, breaking out of her trance. "I can't help myself," moaned Werder. "I need some relief or I am going to burst." Green Spectre looked down at his throbbing cock and took pity on him. After all, he wasn't a bad size for a scrawny old geezer and it was a mother's duty to protect her daughter, she thought with rather fuzzy logic. With just a small whimper, Green Spectre fell to her knees and rammed her mouth down on Werder's hard cock. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, that feels so good," moaned the professor as he began to buck his hips and fuck the kneeling blonde's face. "You go mom!" cried Spectre Girl, pausing in her pussy licking long enough to shout encouragement and then buried her face once again between Nurse Jackie's dark thighs. That left just Ms. Americana standing there watching the unfolding orgy. "Oh damn, here we go again," she said as she untied her bikini top and let it fall to the floor. Then she tugged down her bottoms and crossed over to Flag Girl and captured her sidekick's lips in a kiss while grinding her breasts into those of the pig tailed blonde. * * * When Tonya and Anita got to the station, one of the interns came running into her office a few minutes later to tell Tonya that the station manager wanted to see her in his office ASAP. Since it never did to keep your boss waiting long, Tonya hurried to Nate Craddock's office where he was waiting for her along with a dark haired man she didn't know. "Tonya, this is Charlie Snow from the network," said Craddock. "He wants to talk to you about a job opportunity." Tonya felt her heart rate pick up at those words. She knew herself to be ambitious and had dreams of moving from Delta City to a national stage. The thought of being a reporter on a show like 60 Minutes made her as wet as thinking about hot sex. When she focussed on Snow, however, the blonde felt the Got gem she always wore under her civilian clothes react by sending a tingle through her entire body. What in the name of the goddess was that all about? She wanted to examine the possible meaning further, but Snow had started to speak. "Ms. O'Donnell," Snow paused, "may I call you Tonya?" When Tonya nodded her head, he went on. "Tonya, the network is in a state of renewal. A number of our older, seasoned reporters have either retired or been forced to quit due to regrettable lapses in judgement on their part." Well that was one way to describe being caught with underage hookers, thought Tonya, but kept those thoughts to herself. The man seemed to be treating her with considerable respect and so far hadn't even looked at her chest. That kind of treatment was something she had longed for and rarely received and Tonya found it slightly intoxicating. "We have seen your work at the network and we are impressed," went on Snow. "Unfortunately, from your point of view, you are not the only outstanding candidate we have our eyes on across the country. That means I can't just offer you the position, but I can give you an opportunity to earn it." "I don't understand," replied Tonya. "How do I earn this position?" Since this was Delta City, she half expected the response to be something along the lines of "on your knees", but that wasn't what Snow had in mind. "I was thinking of a test of your reporting skill and ingenuity," said Snow. "Do you know about the new rap star called Vanilla Oreo?" "Only that he's on the top of the charts, is the hottest new act going and my camerawoman Anita has him on all the time which is a bit surprising since he is white," replied Tonya trying to figure out what this all had to do with her job future. "There are two important facts about him that are relevant to you," said Snow as if reading her mind. "First, he has never given a media interview and second, he is currently staying at the Ritz Hotel here in Delta City as he is shooting a music video here next week. If you can get an exclusive interview with him, the network job is yours." * * * Tonya was walking back to her office when an arm grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around. "It isn't fair," yelled Megan Fitzpatrick with her very angry face only inches from Tonya's. "I'm just as good a reporter as you are!" "What the hell are you talking about Megan?" asked Tonya giving the brown haired woman a slight shove to get some separation between them. "I heard all about the network job you were offered," cried Megan. "I have to wonder who you slept with to get it." "Oh get your mind out of the gutter," snapped Tonya. "This is the 21st century and there is no more casting couch. I haven't been offered any job yet. I need to get an interview with Vanilla Oreo first. As for you being as good a reporter as me, my reply is only in your dreams." With that, an angry Tonya O'Donnell stomped away from her angry rival, her mind once more focussed on how she could secure the interview she so desperately wanted. In her office, the KISS principle proved to be inapplicable in this situation. The Ritz Hotel wouldn't even admit that Vanilla Oreo was staying there, let alone put her through to his room or even take a message. From previous experience, Tonya knew the express elevator to the penthouse suite would be guarded by security that no one without an assault rifle was going to get past. Well, there were ways around that, she thought with a smile. * * * Got Gal and Got Chic touched down lightly on the roof of the Ritz Hotel. Each of the heroines was carrying a small backpack and undercover of a couple of the large AC units, they changed into their civilian clothes that had been stored in the backpacks and in Anita's case, she retrieved her video camera. Thank the goddess for modern technology which gave you a video camera you could hold in the palm of your hand now that was better than those old monsters that camera operators used to have to lug around. The reporter and her loyal assistant stashed their backpacks for later retrieval with their costumes and pried open the door that would take them down one flight of steps to the penthouse level. "Does my hair look ok?" Tonya asked Anita and when the girl gave her a thumbs up, the blonde knocked on the suite door while Anita started to record. There was no response for almost a minute and then the door was flung open by a young white man with blonde hair who looked barely 18, dressed in jeans and a Los Angeles Lakers jersey. "Damn it, I told the manager I didn't want to be disturbed while I was playing Fortnight." He paused in mid tirade to take in Tonya and Anita standing there just behind the reporter with her camera. "Who the fuck are you?" "Hello Mr. Oreo," said Tonya with her best smile. "My name is Tonya O'Donnell and I'm from the local television station WXYZ and I was hoping you could spare the time for a brief interview. Our audience would really like the opportunity to get to know you better." "I don't do interviews," snapped Vanilla Oreo. "I only speak through my music and I really don't give a fuck what my fans want. They just have to buy the music and tickets to my shows." The angry singer was about to slam the door shut in Tonya's face when his eyes caught up with his temper and he paused to run his gaze over the body of the MILF reporter, lingering for some time on those large breasts that no clothing could fully disguise. "Tell you what," he said with a grin, "I will give you that interview if you show me your tits and blow me." Tonya heard a gasp from Anita and felt herself get a little light headed as her mind raced. It was a disgusting, demeaning offer and she should turn on her righteous heel and walk away from this entitled jerk, but that would also be turning her back on her chance for a network job which was something she had always dreamed of. "Well, do we have a deal?" asked Vanilla Oreo. Tonya glanced nervously at Anita and also felt another flare of power from her Got Jewel that she wore as a pendant around her neck when in civilian clothes. The Goddess of Got was a fertility goddess and not for the first time, Tonya wished she knew more about the goddess who was the source of her power. There were times she felt, more than any of the other Delta City heroines, that the jewel made her more susceptible to sexual manipulation. Her brain could objectively classify many of the things that had happened to her as Got Gal and many of the things that had performed them on her as truly disgusting. Her body, on the other hand, didn't seem to mind in the least and right now it was her body who was telling her to take this deal, have a good time and go for the job she wanted. "Deal," she said simply and heard Anita gasp again. Vanilla Oreo smirked and swung the door open wide. "Come on in then and tell me what your name was again slut." Anita stood there paralyzed, unsure what to do or say, but the singer waved her into the suite too. "We need the camera if there is going to be an interview," he said, "and I want you to record her sucking me off for my later viewing pleasure." "I didn't agree to that!" gasped Tonya. "It's part of the deal now," replied Vanilla Oreo. "Don't get your soaked panties in a knot, I'm the only one who will ever see it. You have my word on that." "Fine, whatever," growled Tonya as the suite door closed behind them. "Show and blow first," said Vanilla Oreo looking pointedly at Tonya's chest. "I am not taking any chances on you getting your interview and then stiffing me or maybe more accurately unstiffing me." Tonya glanced down at his groin when he said this and saw the erection already forming in his jeans. Well, it's not like it's the first cock I have sucked, she thought, but her recent words to Megan about there being no more casting couches seemed to ring rather hollow at the moment. Blowing out a sigh as the singer looked at her expectantly, Tonya undid the buttons on her blouse and shrugged it off. Her large breasts heaved in her skimpy bra and Vanilla leered at them, drool forming at the corners of his mouth as she reached behind her back to unhook the bra. It fell to the rug and her boobs tumbled into view. "Sweet," commented Vanila Oreo as he reached out to grasp and squeeze one tit in each hand. "Hey, I never agreed to touching," objected Tonya, but she felt her traitor nipples harden at his touch. "That's like giving a kid an ice cream cone and then not letting him eat it," replied Vanilla Oreo with a grin as he continued to grope and squeeze her boobs. "Besides, I think you like it." "Not at all," Tonya lied and took a step back out of his grasp before sinking to her knees in front of him. "I will do what I agreed to and that's it for the interview." Trying not to look too eager, the blonde reporter reached out and undid the singer's belt and opened up his pants. When she tugged them down, his cock fairly exploded out, fully erect and wobbling back and forth inches from her face as it dribbled a drop of precum over the head and making it glisten. "Make sure you get a good close-up of my cock going into her mouth," Vanilla ordered Anita who had yet to say a word and who just hoped no one would notice the growing wet spot on her jeans. After all, she was another devotee of the Goddess of Got and subject to the same temptations as her mentor. Out of long habit to make sure her camera operator was ready, Tonya glanced at Anita and then slowly opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of the singer's cock. It throbbed and dribbled more precum as it slid further into her mouth and she brought her tongue into play. The blonde kept on going, taking the cock in deeper and deeper until she felt it slip into her throat. A little while later, Tonya felt the man's balls bang into her chin and she looked up into his eyes as he grinned down at her. "Do you know why I call myself Vanilla Oreo?" he asked. Unable to speak, the reporter just shook her head. "It's because I'm white, but I still have lots of creamy white goodness inside. Now start moving your mouth on my cock and you will soon learn just how tasty it is." * * * Megan Fitzpatrick was pissed. She was certain she was just as good a reporter as Tonya O'Donnell, so why hadn't she been offered a chance at the network job? She grimaced and looked down at her nice, but modest C cups and thought she saw the two reasons. Well, she wasn't going to give up, no way in hell. Maybe if she got that interview with Vanilla Oreo instead of Tonya' they would consider her for the job. Stepping inside the lobby of the Ritz, Megan looked over at the express elevator that took guests to that exclusive penthouse, she saw two security guards. They looked about the size of professional football defensive tackles which was probably about what they were. She had run into their type before and knew there was no way to sweet talk or bluff her way past them. In their steroid addled minds, they knew only one thing and that no one, not even god herself, was to get past them without explicit permission from the penthouse guest. Megan wandered to the back of the hotel with an idea of what she wanted to find. Once past the polished wood and marble of the lobby, she found the areas where guests didn't go. These were storage rooms, kitchens, laundry rooms and so forth. She wasn't supposed to be back here, but if you walked like you belonged then no one tended to question your right to be there. She eventually found what she wanted, a member of the housekeeping staff stocking up her cart with no one else around. The woman looked to be Filipino thought Megan. "Excuse me, do you speak English?" she asked. "No, I don't," replied the woman in perfect English with no trace of an accent. "I can only repeat random lines from American television shows to confuse stupid white people. Shazbat. To go boldly where no one has gone before. Everyone knows your name. How am I doing? Are you confused yet?" "Ok, sorry, I guess I deserved that," replied Megan with a rueful grin. "If I can start over, I am wondering if I can rent your uniform and cart for an hour for a hundred bucks." "You want me to risk my job for a measly hundred bucks?" asked the woman. "Even if I was that stupid and could be bought so cheap, how do I know you aren't someone dangerous like a terrorist with evil intentions?" "I'm a reporter," replied Megan pulling out her press ID. "I am just after a story and not out to cause problems." "A reporter," muttered the woman, "that's a step below a terrorist in my opinion. Ten to one though you want to interview that asshole in the penthouse suite. Normally, I would turn you into Security for trying to bribe me, but that moron kept fondling my ass when I was cleaning his suite. A real pig in more ways than one. Make it two hundred and you have a deal." A few minutes later, Megan got off the service elevator on the top floor pushing the cleaning cart and dressed in the woman's uniform. As she approached the suite door, a questing hand discovered an access card key in the woman's pocket. She had planned to just knock on the door and then try and talk her way inside and into an interview, but this would be so much better. Probably the proper protocol was to knock on the door and announce herself as being from housekeeping, but Megan decided to just go for it. She slipped the card into the slot beside the door and it swung open like some magical door responding to "open sesame". Megan quickly pushed the cart inside and closed the door quietly. Turning around she found herself in a narrow hall with closet and bathroom doors leading off it. Ahead of her in what was probably the sitting room, she could hear muffled voices though they sounded more like moans. Megan crept to where she could see into the room and had to stifle a gasp at what she saw. A topless Tonya O'Donnell was kneeling on the floor sucking on the hard cock of the famous singer while Anita Jackson recorded the whole disgusting thing. It was a reflex thing for Megan who whipped out her phone and began to quietly take pictures. The other three people were far too intent on what they were doing to notice her and Megan got the fabled "money shot" as Vanilla Oreo began to blast a load of his spunk into Tonya's mouth and because he was that kind of person, made sure to pull out and splatter cum over her face as well. "Now I get that interview you promised me," said Tonya after swallowing several times to clear her throat of cum while using some disposable wipes to clean her face. "You were a good little cocksucker, so I'll keep my end of the bargain," agreed Vanilla Oreo as he held out his hand to Anita to collect the SD card that had been used to record the blowjob. Megan cursed under her breath. It looked like the bitch was going to get the interview and the network job. If she stormed in there, it would probably queer the interview, but was unlikely to get her one. Well, she had some interesting pictures of Ms. Tonya O'Donnell and maybe they might provide some useful leverage in the future. Quietly, Megan slipped out of the suite and returned the cart and uniform to its rightful owner then went back to the station to await Tonya's return. ** * This time with Anita in tow, Tonya met with Charlie Snow in the conference room at the station, the three of them sitting around the large, polished oak table. There was a large flat screen television on one wall and Anita slipped the SD card from her video camera into a slot on it and together they watched Tonya's interview with Vanilla Oreo. "Very impressive," said Snow. "How did you convince Mr. Oreo to give you an interview when he has refused all requests in the past?" "Um, I would prefer to keep that a trade secret," replied Tonya, doing her best not to blush. "Ah, in other words you gave him a blowjob," said Snow with a broad smile. Tonya didn't say anything, but her deepening blush confirmed the guess. "Well, now that we have established how far you will go to get an exclusive interview, we need to examine how far you are willing to go to get a job at the network." Tonya glanced over at Anita and then back to Snow. "Are you suggesting that in order to get the job, I need to have sex with you?" "Yes," replied Prax simply. He then switched his gaze to Anita. "While we have many camera operators and technicians at the network, we have room for one more, especially one with your large assets," and he stared pointedly at the girl's breasts for several seconds. "Accordingly, I am extending the network opportunity to you with the same price. I will be perfectly up front and blunt about this, if you want the network job then you are going to have to fuck me, right here and right now."" He ran a hand over the smooth surface of the table. "This looks perfect for the job don't you think? Why don't we start things off by you two getting naked and making out with each other to get me warmed up?" Tonya looked over at Anita who shrugged. "Well boss, if you pardon the pun, he has us bang to rights about how we got that interview and it isn't like you and I haven't got it on before. Hell, I am still fucking horny from watching you suck down that cock, so as a price to pay for a network job, it doesn't sound half bad." Tonya nodded. Anita's logic sounded good to her. She could feel the Got jewel pulsating with warmth against her skin and her lust rising in time with it. Seize the day and go for it was what her mind and body told her, so she stood up and crossed over to where Anita had risen to meet her and they wrapped their arms around each other and kissed. The kiss deepened as lips parted and tongues danced obscene dances with each other. When the two women finally broke their kiss, they were barely aware of Snow as they almost ripped their clothes off and climbed onto the conference table with Anita on top. They resumed their kiss, now with their naked bodies grinding into each other. Anita's large brown boobs mashed against Tonya's massive melons while their shaved pussies rubbed together in increasing wetness and pleasure. They continued to make love until with Tonya's hands locked onto Anita's full ass cheeks, they both came to shuddering orgasms. It was only when they came down from that high and finally Anita rolled off Tonya to lie beside her on the table that they saw Snow had stripped off his clothes and joined them on the table. He was kneeling just above their heads stroking his cock and at almost the same time they realized this, he aime and began to shower them with a rain of cum. It went on for some time, drenching hair, faces, boobs and pretty much all of the bodies of the two women. "Well, that was good for a warm up," commented Prax as he smiled down at them with his large cock still very hard. "Now which of you wants to get fucked first?" "Me!" cried Tonya and Anita in unison. "Hmm, this is rather like the dilemma of a Christmas turkey dinner," observed Prax. "Light meat or dark meat?" "Dark meat is tenderer and tastier," said Anita as she reached down and parted her pussy lips with her fingers in invitation. "But white meat is a classic," countered Tonya as she imitated Anita's obscene invitation. "And they are both pink and juicy on the inside," said Prax as he shifted position on the table. "I will just have to sample both as equally as I can. I suppose I will have to start with Tonya since she is the job applicant though." With that, Prax quickly moved between Tonya's spread legs and slammed his cock home into her pussy balls deep in one hard thrust. Tonya gave a loud moan of pleasure as she was penetrated and a slightly disappointed Anita contented herself with the consolation prize of licking the delicious cum from her mentor's large breasts. Her disappointment didn't last long, however, as after a dozen or so strokes in Tonya, Prax pulled out and slammed his cock home into her needy cunt. Now it was Tonya's turn to slurp at Anita's breasts and lick the cum from them wile her sidekick's body and the entire conference table trembled under the impact of Prax's thrusts. True to his word of giving them equal attention with his cock, Prax switched targets every dozen strokes or so. When he finally felt himself ready to cum for the second time, he once more took the democratic option of pulling out and bestowing a shower of warm cum on both of their naked bodies until they had a new layer of glazing. The two women should have been amazed at the amount of cum and the fact he was still hard, but they were too far gone in their lusty desires to think about such trivialities at this point. Instead, they jostled each other in their attempt to wrap their mouths around his cock first. "Don't worry or fight ladies, there is still lots of cum in my balls for both of you." The two women didn't respond as their mouths were too full. Tonya's greater experience had got her the prize of Prax's cock which she was attempting to swallow down to its roots, while Anita contented herself by crouching lower and taking the man's large balls int her mouth where she lovingly rolled her tongue over them. * * * It was late evening by the time Megan got back to the station. She had wasted the entire day on a wild goose chase about an UFO sighting. It had turned out to be only another top secret government project that had screwed up. Some idiots in Washington had been persuaded to back a hare brained project that used large high flying planes to try and vacuum greenhouse gases from the upper atmosphere. From what Megan could tell, it had only cost about two billion which was chump change when it came to government waste and the story would probably be buried and used as a human interest filler at the end of the news if she was lucky. At this time of night, the station was deserted except maybe for a tech or two in the control room. Megan planned to do a quick edit on her story and upload it to the server then head home, but as she passed the closed doors of the conference room, she heard a soft moan. Out of curiosity, which is a reporter's best friend, Megan pushed open the door and stood there gaping at the sight. There were two bodies lying on the conference table covered in what looked like gallons of white goo. Megan knew from the smell what it had to be, but she had never seen so much of the stuff covering a human body except maybe for that time when Azure Angel had been trapped in the sewers for three days and fucked by the mutoids all that time before escaping. Megan had been on scene to cover the cause of the traffic jam that had turned out to be the Asian heroine staggering down the main street of Delta City naked after escaping. Moving closer to the table, Megan still wasn't sure who was under the layers of spunk, but when she caught sight of a bit of blonde hair on one and chocolate brown skin on the other, she had a pretty good idea. The fact that the pair had tits the size of basketballs pretty much clinched the identification. "Ohhhhh, where the hell am I and why are my eyes stuck shut?" asked the figure with the blonde hair in what was clearly Tonya O'Donnell's voice. Megan was sorely tempted to take a few pictures and then steal away to let the pair fend for themselves, but felt a stab of shame at that thought. She remembered the trauma her own sister had gone through and how it had felt that one time when she had been menaced by the Aberration and just couldn't do it. "If that's you under there Tonya," she said as kindly as she could manage, "you are in the conference room and well you are pretty much covered in cum which is why your eyes are stuck shut." "Oh fuck," moaned Tonya. "Is that you Megan? Is Anita here?" "I think this is me," moaned Anita trying to sit up as her movement created a lewd unsticking sound. Megan looked around the room and hurried over to the little sink in the corner and wet down two wads of paper towels and brought them back to the two women where she began to try and wipe the worst of the cum from their eyes without getting any of the gunk on herself. The latter proved pretty much impossible and her hands were soon quite sticky with half dried semen before the two women were able to get their eyes open and look around blearily. "I'm starting to think that guy wasn't from the network," said Tonya miserably. "You think?" replied Anita. "I think it is that Prax guy Hexanna and the others warned us about." "Who's Prax?" demanded the reporter instinct in Megan. "Um, just the latest villain to hit Delta City," said Tonya. "Apparently he has a thing for women with big tits." "Well I guess you qualify, but I would think he would be more interested in the heroines," said Megan thoughtfully. "Maybe we were just easier pickings," said Tonya hurriedly trying to allay any suspicions that Megan might be forming as she began to look around for her clothes and found them on the floor, with only a few splatters of cum on them. "Goddess, we can't go out in public looking like this." "There is a shower in the station manager's suite," said Megan, "and he will be long gone this time of night." Doing her best not to get any more cum on her than she could help, Megan helped the two women off the table and down the corridor to the station manager's office. It had a pin pad for security, but everyone in the station knew the code which were the last four digits of his phone number. All the reporters took advantage of this if they were working late and needed a little snack to keep them going, Craddock always had a well stocked mini bar and fridge in his office. Megan got the pair into the shower, but was starting to feel rather light headed and woozy from the smell. In fact, she found herself getting hornier and hornier despite how gross and disgusting the pair looked. In fact, she was pretty sure they would need some help cleaning up in their current state, so it seemed totally logical to her when she took her own clothes off and got in the shower with them. "You are a good friend Megan," said Tonya some time later as the hot water sluiced off the cum and her face and body emerged from under the thick chalky coating of cum. "Yeah, the best," agreed Anita. "Why don't you let us show exactly how grateful we are." Before Megan could blink, the brown skinned girl was on her knees and had her face buried between Megan's legs with her tongue lapping at her pussy. The brown haired reporter thought briefly about pushing the girl away, but what she was doing felt too good and the truth be told, her juices had been running long before the girl started to lick her. Megan looked up from the kneeling Anita into Tonya's face and found it moving towards her. Their lips met and the two kissed. Megan had never kissed another woman before and she wasn't certain why she was doing it now, but really didn't much care. Tonya's lips were soft and tasted marvelous. Megan could feel the blonde's large breasts pressing warmly against her bare skin and it sent a thrill of naughty pleasure through her entire body. She opened her mouth and Tonya took the invitation to send her tongue inside exploring. The three women only stopped their make out session when the hot water ran out, then the adjourned to Tonya's apartment where they resumed their love making in Tonya's large bed. * * * Vanilla Oreo was smirking as he streamed Halo over Twitch to his adoring and stupid fans. He knew they all dreamed of being him and having his good looks, talent and money. "Hey everyone," he said into his Discord audio channel, "I'm in Delta City to shoot a music video and this place is the absolute pits except for some of the good looking sluts. Here is a little video of what one of their reporters was willing to do to get an interview with yours truly. I think you guys are going to love it. I know she certainly did." With a laugh, he began to play the video of Tonya taking off her top and getting on her knees to suck his cock. * * * Guardian heard the reboot cube give a little beep of distress and the glowing ball of light moved quickly across the room to try and determine the cause. It reached out it's mind to the device and if it had a mouth, it would almost certainly have said "oh my" and then blushed. As it was, it turned a light pink. The event was one involving a heroine in their civilian identities, but the device had still flagged it as troublesome and Guardian wholeheartedly agree. Guardian increased its connection to the device and while it still lacked a mouth, it held its breath and made a slight adjustment to the world. ** * Megan woke up in the morning to find the naked bodies of Tonya and Anita on either side of her. Memories flooded back in of the things they had done and looking around the room, she spotted the strap-on dildos they had made very good use of. What the hell had she been thinking? On the other hand, all those memories were quite pleasant. Careful not to disturb her sleeping lovers, Megan managed to snag her cell phone. She found the pictures she had taken of Tonya with Vanilla Oreo and deleted them before lying back down and cozying up to Tonya, letting her fingers cup those huge soft breasts as she drifted back to sleep. * * * Later that day after Megan had gone home, Tonya turned on the television and saw Chet Cheston's smarmy face. She went to turn it off, but paused when she heard the mention of Vanilla Oreo's name and her heart began to race. "After showing his fans, many of them underage, a video of him having sex with an inflatable sex toy over social media, singer Vanilla Oreo has had his promising singing career come to a screeching halt. Witnesses said the sex doll was made to look like either Margret Thatcher, Nancy Regan or possibly Mother Theresa. His Twitch and other social media accounts have all been suspended while his record label has released him. In addition, all of his sponsors have cut ties with the singer. In a terse statement to the media, Vanilla Oreo claimed he has been the victim of a conspiracy led by the Clintons, Bill Gates and other unnamed persons." Tonya smiled and turned off the television. The End •