He smiled up at her, and then the phone rang. The red one. Getting up, she ran to the kitchen and answered, then ran back into the bedroom and hit the tiny button under her desk, revealing the closet she kept her costume in, “What now?” Jake asked.
“Some nutjob with his dick out is terrorizing the strip joint downtown… Apparently he’s causing some sort of panic by claiming he’ll titfuck the world or something. Later!” She kissed him and got dressed, jumping out the window and running towards downtown.
Just another day?
Not in this city.
Book 2
She ran, her breasts humming in the direction of the stripclub on 22nd and Vine, though residual hums could be felt pointing her towards lesser crimes. Her run startled a few hobo’s and prostitutes, also causing 2 pregnancies, preventing a rape (Turning it into a consensual tryst), and accidentally starting an incestuous three-way.
Tittyhawk arrives at the stripclub, “What’s the problem officers?” She has arrived at the Oral Suite, a well known, high class stripclubThe male cops all tent in their uniforms as she asks, all blushing and stuttering, the female officers clenching their thighs together and suppressing groans. She ignores them and walks into the club, a large group of women fucking the patrons in a corner, each girl with large amounts of cum on their chests. A man wearing a business suit and with his dick out was titty fucking a stripper on stage, his prick at least 12 inches and thick, red glowing veins pulsing as he humped between the strippers massive tits. Her eyes were glazed, much like the other strippers. Then Tittyhawk felt it; he also had an aura of sexuality, though hers kept his from working on her.
As she watched, the man started coming, thick ropes of it landing all over the dancers tits, chest and face, her mouth working overtime to try and swallow it all, even though it was like trying to catch all the water from a garden hose full blast. It glowed red as it hit, then slowly faded. As he got off her, she stood and spoke, robot like, “What do you want me to do, master?”
He cackled, then saw Tittyhawk, his prick staying hard and even twitching a bit as he gazed at her breasts, her symbol glowing blue as her powers fought his. “Grab her and bring her here!” All the strippers turned and began advancing, the man’s eyes turning glazed; apparently her aura was working on him, despite his not working on her.
She was startled as hands grabbed her from all over, lifting her up and bringing her to the man. Attempting to fight them off was no use, as they all exhibited great strength. As she got within reach, he grabbed her tits and sucked her netherlips into his mouth as they lowered her hips to his face, her labia juicing up at his ministrations, a moan escaping her lips as fingers probed her asshole. She looked up, and saw the patrons fucking the strippers as they in turn rubbed her all over, her body quaking with sexual energy. The man with the horse cock began moving up her body, the dancers in his spell moving her down and getting her ready to get tit fucked. As his monster cock wedged itself firmly in her cleavage, she let out a moan, his dick hot and sticky.
He began pumping in and out, his dick hitting Tittyhawk’s chin with each in thrust. Her tits were like velvet, his cock engorging even more as she began taking the tip into her mouth, her tongue working into his piss slit as she did so, his groans reaching rather loud heights.
The wall of dancers all writhed around them, their cries of lust exciting the two super powered lovers even more. Each patron fucked a tight and oh-so-willing hole, moans and groans forming all around them, the cops sirens and bullhorns drowned out. Women were sucking, nibbling, and tonguing Tittyhawk’s entire body, as well as the man titty fucking her.
Tittyhawk’s tits began to glow, as commander Titjob’s cock began pulsing. As he thrust faster and faster, Tittyhawk felt a dick enter her pussy, one of the patrons getting under her and starting to fuck, her groans getting sharper as an orgasm began to build. Wrenching her hands free, she grabbed her tits and squeezed them together, latching her mouth to the man’s dick head and sucking for all she was worth, the massive load shooting down her throat as he came, his groans turning into grunts and then pants as she kept sucking, his cock getting larger, her stomach becoming slightly bulged as the cum filled her up, her own orgasm sending shock waves through her whole body.
Commander Titjob groaned, “Get off… Get her off of me!”
She giggled with the dick in her mouth, then rammed it deep down her throat, her breasts squishing his balls and forcing his dick to wilt, all the dancers coming to their senses and screaming, patrons busting out of their sexual revery to get dressed and run out, embarrassment and shame intruding into their lust filled senses. Tittyhawk kept sucking Commander Titjob’s dick until all the cum was out of him, her powers keeping his hypnotic powers in check.
When the police pulled her off of him, she smiled and walked away, “He’ll be popular in prison…”, her ass sashaying left and right as she walked.
The cops laughed, then cuffed him. Another job well done for… Tittyhawk.
Or is it?
Book 3
Jane Weathers, A.K.A. Tittyhawk was dreaming.
She was back in the strip club, this time riding Commander Titjob’s massive cock, her pussy clenching furiously around it’s pulsing length. She began shuttering to a climax, her tits pulsing with light, her hands clenching against his shirt as she rode him in reverse cowgirl. She was coming hard, her face a distorted mask of pleasure and pain, her tits lifting her off of her lover, his hands gripping her hips and pushing her down hard on his cock as she got near the tip…
“Jane…”
“Jane!” her fiance Jake is shaking her awake, the red phone ringing in the background.
She sat bolt upright, shaking the sleep from her shoulders and standing up. Answering the phone, Jane acknowledged the speaker. Putting on her costume, she ran out the window after kissing Jack, his boner having to wait until she got back from duty.
As she ran out the window, jumping to street level, Tittyhawk pondered the recurring dream she had been having ever since taking Commander Titjob down. Normally, she wasn’t into having her pussy or, for that matter, her asshole stretched that far. However, she kept having these recurring fantasies… she shelved the thoughts for later, zeroing in on her latest suspect.
A man with a mysterious bulge on his back had robbed a local bank. Police suspected the man of having some sort of explosive device or worse, a chemical agent on his person. With her persuasive powers of sexuality, Tittyhawk was the only woman for the job.
She closed in on his address, a facial ID scan identifying the man as Thomas Kinkade, a normal 26 year old computer tech. No priors, though he had recently been fired from his job for taking an entire month off for sick leave. Tittyhawk jumped to the roof oh his apartment complex,, ripping the stair door off it’s hinges as she ran down them, her tits bouncing as she jumped down each step.
Once she got to the second floor, she entered the hallway and searched for apartment 204. Inside the building, men began fucking wives, dogs fucked anything they could, and boys and girls eagerly masturbated, an activity that they would have been doing anyway.
She found 204, and kicked in the door, finding the robber, Thomas Kinkade, naked from the waist down, his back bulging outward and his hand furiously masturbating his thick, 7 inch dick. She was startled, but quickly recovered.
“Stop! In the name of the HAWK!” Tittyhawk ran to him as he turned, his cock throbbing in his fist. As she grabbed for him, he grabbed her, slamming Jane though the table in his kitchenette. As she lay on the ground groaning, he removed his shirt, revealing a massive dick on his back, right in the center between his shoulder blades, erect and oozing precum.
Her mouth began to salivate, as her pussy began to moisten up, her new found lust for giant cocks overcoming her senses. She leapt, slamming the man to the wall, his back-cock piercing it and knocking out a man fucking his wife in the ass, her grunt of approval as his dick popped out of her evident.
She grabbed his hair, and threw him on his hands and knees, straddling him as if he was a horse and she planned on mounting him. The dick head pushed at her aching pussy lips, the cum dripping out of her hole and lubricating his cock, the head pushing her lips around it’s massive girth, her body shaking from the contact, sending her into a massive orgasm.
It was at least 2 ½ inches thick in diameter, her pussy eagerly, but slowly taking it in until the head popped around her lips, a moan of approval followed by a small whimper as he arched his back, forcing it in another two inches. She groaned as she started falling down it’s length, easily a foot long, orgasming, her pussy letting loose a torrent of juice down his back-cock, her legs weak and wobbly.
He groaned, evidently feeling it as well, her pussy glove tight and pulsing, trying to milk his back-cock for all she was worth. She kept sliding down the shaft, finally halting when her ass hit his back, all 12” in her pussy vibrating with each breath Thomas took. He was grunting and groaning, his hands giving way and his hips up in the air, her body falling on top of him, though her tits kept her weight from his head. She continued riding him, her control returned and her lust for his cock only greater. Impaling herself on his massive extra fuckstick, he began to thrust with his hips, her hands reaching under him and beginning to jack him off, his regular cock throbbing in need.
Tittyhawk came again, her tits beginning to glow and her pussy clenching tighter around his cock as she started furiously jacking the suspect off, his back-cock burying itself into her over and over. She stopped jacking him off, her hands gripping his shoulders and riding him hard, grinding her whole length on his massive back dick, her body moving like a belly dancer, her breasts swaying enticingly, glowing with nipples erect.
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