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Category: Erotica/Erotic Fantasy/Fantasy
Description: A superhero's sex life isn't all it's cracked up to be! Not by a long shot. Actually, it's WAY better. It is, at least, if you happen to be a superhero named Superguy. In this first person account, the Guy of Iron puts his super powers to better use than merely battling evil and saving the world. Superguy uses them to get babes, of course! Follow along as he sheds his disguise as mild mannered reporter, Ken Clark, and conquers babe after babe, all the while keeping the world safe from the most dangerous evildoers ever known, including Dr. Nefarious, Mr. Nice Guy, and the always-scheming Woman-Thing.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler Editions,
eBookwise Release Date: December 2006

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [248 KB]
Words: 53308
Reading time: 152-213 min.

It was Monday morning and I'd been at a conference in DC the previous week. I was trying to finish my travel voucher when the phone rang yet again. Annoyed, I snatched up the receiver. "Daily Globe. Ken Clark speaking."

"Ken! Thank god, you're in. I'm in trouble. Contact Superguy. I'm at the Meyer Warehouse out on ... Oh!" Click.

Shit! It was Doris, of course. The great Doris Dane, star reporter, was in trouble. How many freakin' times was that already this month? She was really starting to get on my nerves. Well, this time she'd just have to wait. I needed to get my voucher done right away or Accounting would have a freakin' fit.

But then again, it wouldn't hurt if I speed it up at least a little. I took a quick peek around to see if anyone was watching, then shifted into superspeed mode. To anyone looking my way, I would have appeared as a blur of motion, but from my perspective, I was still moving normally while everything else looked like slo-mo. I had to wait a few times for the ink in my pen to catch up with me, but I finished the voucher in no time flat. I shifted back to normal speed, dropped the voucher off at Accounting, and ducked into a storage room for a quick change of clothes. Then I was on my way.

I knew the Meyer Warehouse was in the main warehouse district, so I flew off in that general direction. I was just past Green and 43rd when I pulled up short. A couple of really fine looking babes down there looked way out of place. I scanned the street and noticed a car out of gas. This was clearly a job for Superguy.

Swooping down in front of them, I donned my supersmug supersmile. "You ladies look a little lost."

"Oh, Superguy!" they both shouted at the same time. I just love the way the babes say that when I swoop down.

I quickly gave them the once over. The brunette was wearing a navy skirt and white blouse while the redhead wore a dark tan business suit. My X-ray scan found some very interesting items from Victoria's Secret underneath, too. They both had nice full figures, although the brunette had had some help from Mr. Implant.

"Can I give you two a lift to a gas station?" Like I really had to ask. They practically threw themselves at me. I took one in each arm and pulled them close. They draped their arms around my neck. I reached down, lifted both skirts as discreetly as I could, and snuck my hands between those two pairs of yummy thighs.

They squealed a bit and gave me a surprised look. Like I'm gonna have two babes in my arms and not cop a feel, right? "It's all right ladies," I said as casually as possible. "I'm a superhero. I know what I'm doing." They relaxed with that assurance. It doesn't usually take much. Then I took off.

"So, do you ladies have names?"

"I'm Sheila and that's Shirley," said the brunette.

Cute. Sheila and Shirley, the out-of-gas girls. Somehow, I had a hard time finding a gas station nearby, so we had to fly around for quite a while. With the extra time, I managed to work my fingers under their panties. You can bet they were both more than a little slicked up by then.

"Superguy, is that really necessary?" gasped Sheila.

"Just a little extra in-flight service, ma'am."

"Oh, okay. Ooh!"

I kept up the finger motion the whole time, throwing in some superspeed action, which I've been assured by numerous babes feels even better than a vibrator. Eventually, though, we came to a gas station. I set them down and extricated my hands from their pussies. The girls were both deeply flushed, disheveled, and panting like dogs. Just the way I like 'em.

"Th ... thank you, Superguy," they managed to say in unison.

"Not a problem, ladies. Here's a couple of cards for my friend, Ken Clark. If you ever need me again, just give him a call. He knows how to reach me." They both obliged me with their numbers as well, which I quickly committed to supermemory. Chalk up another couple of babes-in-waiting for Superguy. Then I flew off, retrieved their car, and brought it to the station so they could fill 'er up and be on their way.

I was halfway back to the office before I remembered about rescuing Doris. Talk about supermemory. I double-timed it back to the warehouse district and found the Meyer Warehouse right where I thought it was. It appeared to be deserted. Well, except for Doris, who I could see in one of the back rooms. I zipped around and burst through a wall of the room. She loves it when I burst through walls like that.

The absence of bad guys anywhere around was a good clue that this was another one of her little set-ups for me. It bugs the hell out of me when she pulls my freakin' chain like that. But I'm a real sucker for it, too. That day was no different.

I had to hand it to her. This time she'd trussed herself up pretty damn good. She was seated in a chair in the middle of the room wearing this particular red dress that's a real favorite of mine. Her legs were bound with rope at the ankles and above the knees. I had to stop there for a moment. Whew! Those long legs of hers really get to me and somehow, the ropes just magnify the effect.

I quickly scoped out the rest of her predicament. She'd gagged herself with her nylons. They were balled up and stuffed in her mouth, which was covered with duct tape. That was gonna hurt coming off, for sure. She'd used handcuffs to secure her wrists behind her, like she usually does, but this time, she'd wrapped a long leather strap around her waist to secure herself to the chair. With the buckle in front, she couldn't get to it once her hands were cuffed. She really wasn't going anywhere once those cuffs clicked shut. It was a good thing I remembered her when I did. As it was, she looked pretty pissed.

I smiled at her. "Hey, Babe."

But she just shook her head angrily and made those cute little noises through her gagged mouth. Well, they sounded cute to me at least. I knew I didn't want to hear what she had to say, but I couldn't put it off forever, either. I ripped the tape off in one quick jerk and she spat out the nylons.

"You idiot!" she shouted. "How fucking long does it take to get to the goddamn warehouse district?"

Yeah, she was pissed all right, but I really like the way her green eyes seem to bug out of her head when she's mad. Shit! She was really turning me on.

"Shut up, Doris," I said. "You oughtta be glad I save your ass as much as I do. And whatever happened to that 'trouble' you said you were in?" As if I didn't know.

She softened her attitude then. "Fuck me now, Superguy." That's right. I knew all along she wanted it. The old supernose can detect an aroused babe a mile away.

"You're not telling me what to do, are you Doris?"

"No. I'm begging you. Please, Superguy. I need your Supercock inside me." Then the little fox gave me The Look. "And I know you want it, too," she added.