The Chastest Superheroine

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"Get those crates onto the truck. This warehouse isn't secure and we don't want the cops showing up. Or worse," the grizzled man growled at the men carrying wooden boxes from one truck to another.

"You promised us this would only take an hour," a man said, standing next to two armed guards.

"And it will. We still got time," he replied.

Just half an hour ago, two trucks pulled into this seemingly empty warehouse near the port. The men who exited the trucks were tense with each other, but after successfully exchanging money, they got to work moving the illicit goods. "And what exactly do you plan on doing with all these weapons?" The impatient man asked, having grown bored waiting for his truck to get fully unloaded.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Was part of our deal that I have to answer all of your questions?" The other man replied sarcastically. His men, who were busy unloading the truck, laughed out loud at their boss's comment.

Annoyed but keeping his temper in check, the man who'd sold the weapons looked back at the four men he had brought for protection. Gary, Rob, Other Gary and... "Where the hell did Lang run off to? If I find out he sneaked off to take a leak in the middle of a deal, I'll..."

"What? He was just here like three seconds ago," one of the men said in a bit of a panic.

"Is there a problem?" The other boss said, noticing some ruckus on their end.

"Don't worry about it!"

But the boss wasn't convinced. "Ted, take a break and go see what the hell their problem is," he said, motioning to the man behind him. But there was no one there. "What the fuck?" He said, having sworn his man was just back there. "If I find out you fuckers did something to my..." The boss said, turning back to the man who he had bought these weapons from. But they didn't respond. They couldn't, as all four of them were now on the ground, unconscious.

He pulled out his gun and motioned to his men to do the same. Although now there were only three of them left. Him and one of his goons slowly approached the pile of men lying on the floor, their fingers on the trigger, ready to fire at anything. They walked at a snail's pace, and when they got within a foot of one of the men, a thud coming from behind them made them turn around. His other two men were now lying on the floor themselves. The boss could have sworn he saw something swoosh nearby, but when he turned his head, nothing was there.

"Shoot at anything that moves. I don't care if you accidentally kill one of our guys. Understood?" He said to his remaining man. "Understood?" He said louder, annoyed that he didn't answer. But there was no one there. It was just him. And whoever or whatever else was out there.

He quickly moved away from any and all cover, making sure he was in the wide open space of the warehouse. His movements were quick and erratic, trying to keep anyone from getting the drop on him. He had to be safe here. "Come on out. You may have got lucky and taken out my men when they weren't aware, but you won't get me," he shouted.

When no one answered, he started randomly firing shots into the darkness. The instant he fired his sixth and last shot in the clip, a sheet of plywood covering a hole in the pavement next to him went flying upwards, nearly knocking into his face. Before he could regain his balance, a figure popped out of the hole and smashed his stomach in with a rapid punch, quickly followed by a blow to the back of his neck. The man slumped to the floor, looking up at his attacker as he began to lose consciousness. It was a woman in a dark purple and tightly fitting leather suit with a matching mask. "Pure Maiden... you bitch..." he said before his eyes shut.

Pure Maiden looked on with disdain as the last of the criminal scum passed out. She finally allowed herself to relax after being on high alert for the past hour as she stalked and eventually took out these armed thugs. Working the streets earlier tonight, she had learned about this arms deal that would have put a lot of dangerous weapons on the streets of her city. But thanks to her efforts, that wouldn't happen.

She has been doing this for nearly five years now. Her real name was Marina Jackson, 32 years old, a local newscaster on Channel Five. But that was only her day job. On nights like tonight, she stalks the streets to reduce the crime she reported on every evening at six. She based her heroine persona around the idea of purity. She couldn't allow herself to ever become corrupted by greed, hatred, and most of all lust. As a heroine, she knew how many looked at her as a sex symbol. An idea she rejected completely. She did everything she could to keep her appearance and actions from giving anyone the impression she did this for anything other than justice.

She got to work securing the gang members in preparation for calling in a tip to the police and letting them process everything. Just as she tied up the last one, she noticed something down at her chest. The top of her suit had ripped slightly. Worse, it was ripped so much that a bit of her areola on her right breast was exposed. Quickly, she adjusted herself and applied some clips she had in her belt to the costume, fixing the issue.

This could have been real bad had anyone been around to see her in such a state. She is a heroine of purity and the idea of exposing herself, accidental or not, went against everything she stood for. People tended to sexualize heroines and become nothing but sex objects in the eyes of the public. Marina wasn't going to let that happen to her.

"Wow, you really showed those guys. Nice job Pure Maiden!" A male voice from behind her stated. Maiden quickly turned around and took up an aggressive pose, ready to strike. The man quickly backed away. "Whoa! Sorry to sneak up on you. I'm not part of any of these groups. I just happen to live in this warehouse," he explained.

Despite him obviously not being a threat, Maiden continued to keep her fist raised. "You live here?" She asked skeptically.

"Yeah, five years ago I used to work here, but then the company that operated it shut down and I was out of a job. I couldn't make rent and having nowhere else to go, I came back here and just stayed. Before these guys started doing deals here, no one ever came around."

Marina looked him over. Given the state of his clothes and his overall look, it seemed likely he was homeless, like he said. "What did you see?" She asked cautiously.

"Two trucks pulled in, the men started talking, then they moved the boxes from that truck to the other. That is, until you showed up," he said, not sure why she was asking this.

"That's not what I meant and you know it," Maiden replied. The heroine knew this man had seen her in her disheveled state and had seen parts of her body that no man was ever supposed to see.

However, he continued to play ignorant. "I'm not sure I follow. Was there another crime taking place that I didn't see?"

"Yes, the crime of a perverted voyeur sneaking a peek at an innocent, young heroine who was only trying to stop some bad people from inflicting further violence on her city!" Maiden said, getting more aggressive.

"But I didn't see you do anything except beat those men up! I swear!" The homeless man said, his fear growing. But she knew this was all an act. Approaching the man menacingly, she knew what she had to do. If this man went out and told people what he saw, it would ruin her crime fighting career. Every criminal and bystander would hope to catch a glimpse of her in a compromised state, and worse, have cameras ready with the expectation of seeing the intimate area surrounding her nipple. Her reputation would degrade into that of an exhibitionist, who was only out here doing what she did for the viewing pleasure of those horny leeches.

No, that would never come to pass, because Marina would do whatever it took to keep her purity in check, no matter what the cost. The homeless man fell down as Maiden stood over him with a look that terrified his soul. The heroine was about to cross a line she hoped she never had to, but knew she must.

"I'll blow you if you agree to keep what you saw today to yourself, deal?" She said, getting on her knees and leaning over the man's crotch.

"No! Please don't... wait, what?"

Marina rolled her eyes. "I said I'll make you cum with my mouth if you forget what you saw earlier," she explained again.

"I still don't know what you thought I saw, but I'll never say no to a dick sucking from any woman, especially one with an ass like yours!" The homeless man declared, with the situation going in a very different direction than he feared. Maiden was annoyed that the man was still playing dumb, even after she laid all her cards on the table, but that didn't matter. What did matter was that she needed to get this shameful act over.

Marina tried to keep an expression of determination and confidence as she reached for the man's pants. This was another time she was thankful for her mask, as it helped hide what she was really feeling, which was embarrassment and nervousness. True to her heroine name, she had never given a blow job in her life, or any sexual job. She had never seen a penis in person, let alone touch one in any way. But now, in a dirty warehouse with a homeless man she had just met, she was going to learn what they felt and tasted like.

With shaky hands, she pulled down his pants, revealing his already erect cock. The sight of it gave Marina pause. Were they really all this big? How did some women manage to fit such a monster inside their... womanhoods? "Sorry that my dick is so small. But that can't be too surprising, can it? After all, if I had a massive penis I would just take up male prostitution and wouldn't be homeless, would I?" This is considered a small dick? Marina was thankful she had taken a vow of chastity when she became a superhero.

She took hold of the shaft of the dick with one hand and was a bit mesmerized by the feeling of it. She was familiar with the term hard cock, but that wasn't exactly an accurate description. It was firm, but satisfyingly... fleshy. Without even realizing it, her hand started sliding up and down the man's appendage. It slid easily due to the liquid that was leaking out of the head of his dick, which Maiden suddenly realized was pre-cum, thus making this her first interaction with a man's sperm. Her first, but given what she was about to do, not her last nor most significant.

"Your hand feels amazing. It's so soft. You're amazing..." The man moaned out. Marina was a bit shocked to hear this. She had barely started doing anything and already the man was experiencing pleasure. She hadn't even used her mouth yet. Was she a natural at sexually pleasing men? Was this her true gift and her real calling would be to give out hundreds of hand jobs and blow jobs to men on the street whenever she was asked?

She shook her head and came back to reality. Where the heck did she ever come up with such a lewd and prosperous fantasy? This would be the one and only time she would ever do such a shameful act. And as fascinating as it was sitting there stroking his dick, that wouldn't get the job done. With no point in delaying further, the young and inexperienced woman leaned over and opened her mouth, inviting the man's fleshy rod to enjoy the feeling of her lips.

"Oh shit, your mouth is heaven! Thank you so much for doing this, Maiden," the man yelled out as his cock became moist with the saliva of Marina. She was annoyed by that statement, as she wasn't doing this as a favor to the man, but as an absolute necessity for her superhero career. However, that annoyance quickly passed as her senses were overwhelmed with that of the dick in her mouth. Its taste was not what she had expected, instead, it was salty and oddly satisfying. The feeling of his flesh pressed up against her lips as she ran her mouth up and down his shaft. Her nose was filled with a musky and earthy scent that in other circumstances she might find unappealing, but in the situation she was in now, it was a bit intoxicating.

The firmness of his penis she felt while stroking him with his hand was even more noticeable, as was the heat he was giving off. As she continued to explore this new experience, the homeless man gently took hold of her head with his hands. Marina was not one who liked being touched by others, but in this case the feeling of his hands was fulfilling and in some ways she wished she could be touched much more and in different areas. The pace at which she was massaging his cock with her lips quickened without her even realizing she had done so. She became enthralled with observing how he reacted to her focusing on different areas of his dick, how his breathing changed when she tightened her lips at various times, and as she got a bit more bold, how much he seemed to enjoy when her tongue got involved.

However, the pure woman soon remembered herself again and knew this wasn't an experience she was supposed to be enjoying. She was a role model for young women all over the city, showing them how they could be strong without having to compromise who they were while maintaining a pure lifestyle not corrupted by the over-sexualized thoughts of men. Yes, truly she was a heroine for the...

However, that inspirational thought was interrupted by the sudden flowing of hot semen into her mouth. In five impressively large squirts, her mouth was near overflowing with the seed of the man she had just spent the past five minutes pleasuring. After finally giving all he had to give, Marina slowly withdrew his dick from her mouth and swallowed the substance she never thought she would deal with. Her mouth still radiated the heat of his cum and the taste lingered, but what she was really left with was a sense of disappointment. Like she somehow wanted more or was left unfulfilled. She didn't understand this feeling and tried to get it out of her mind.

"That was the best blowjob I've ever gotten, and believe me, I've gotten a lot. There's this chick who lives in an alley off of 4th Street that will suck you off for a pack of cigs. She must blow like 20 guys a day and she couldn't hold a candle to what you just did," her 'lover' said as he laid on the floor, his deflating dick still fully exposed. Marina didn't need to hear how her dick sucking skills compared to that of a seasoned homeless woman, although a small part of her took a bit of pride in what he had told her.

The now slightly less inexperienced superheroine realized she was standing there staring at his cock and should exit the area before anyone else showed up. "Remember our deal. Don't make me come back here," she said to him.

"I'm still clueless as to what you want of me, but sure. I won't tell anyone anything that I saw. Now as for you visiting me again, you are welcome to anytime," she said with a smile.

"That's not what I..." she protested before deciding arguing would serve no purpose. She slipped into the darkness, confident she had taken care of business.

Some time later, with the taste of dick still lingering in her mouth, Pure Maiden made it back to her base, hidden in the city, where she found her sidekick in training, Ann Glendale, but known to the world as Chaste Lily, waiting for her. "Marina! I just got done with my training for the day," she said, as was evident by the sweat beading up on her forehead.

"Good. And your studies?" The superhero asked.

"Also done!"

Marina had been training her 18-year-old sidekick in the ways of fighting crime. She had progressed well and Maiden had even taken her out on some missions. One day, while she was out on patrol, Ann approached her and begged her to take her on as a sidekick. She explained how her message of purity had resonated with her and she wanted to reflect the same ideals.

She has a boyfriend but has vowed to never have sex with him or do anything sexual as long as she is acting as a superhero. A promise she has kept to this day, while her boyfriend, at the same time, hasn't questioned it. It brought great joy to Maiden that there were at least some young women out there who valued their virginity like her.

"How did your mission go? The news was talking about it just a few minutes ago," Ann added.

Pure Maiden's eyes lit up in fear. "Show me," she said, her determination taking Ann by surprise. She found the report online on her phone and played it before Marina aggressively snatched it from her hand.

A female reporter by the name of Kristen Sawyer was on-site in the warehouse reporting. "Pure Maiden, the city's premier female superhero, broke up what police are calling a huge arms sale between dangerous gangs. Talking with an eyewitness, Maiden was able to take down all 14 men in a matter of minutes with little danger being presented to the heroine. City officials are once again singing her praises. I'll have a more detailed report airing for the 6 AM news tomorrow morning. This has been Kristen Sawyer with Channel 17 News."

"Wow. Fourteen men in a few minutes? I do have a ways to go in my training till I can keep up with you," Ann said with a chuckle. Maiden gave a small grunt back, having barely listened to what her sidekick had said. Instead, she was hyper focused on something far more important. This reporter had talked to an eyewitness, which had to be the homeless man. Maiden was familiar with this reporter, Kristen Sawyer. She was from a rival station and many people liked to call her a younger, better looking version of Marina. Marina herself tried not to let such comments get to her, but deep down she was threatened by her.

Kristen had a reputation for getting the truth out of the people she interviewed. Just last month she had gotten an owner of an AC & Heating repair company to admit to overcharging people for repairs during a heated interview. If she had questioned the homeless man, she certainly got him to reveal what he had seen. Her torn costume and most alarmingly, her partially exposed areola. While her report didn't mention that at all, she did say she would have a more detailed report in the morning. And everyone knows the 6 AM news is when reporters save their biggest stories for. No, she most certainly was going to tell the world in just a few hours that the great Pure Maiden had exposed herself like a common stripper. This would not do.

"I need to go back out," Maiden declared to her sidekick.

"Can I come? Like I said before, I got all my training and schoolwork done," Ann said proudly.

The last thing Maiden needed was her coming along, asking questions, and finding out just how shameful her mentor had been by letting herself get exposed previously. "No! You should... go practice not kissing your boyfriend," Maiden ordered.

"I mean... can't I do that while going with you on the mission?" She asked. But Maiden was out the door, off to take care of this critical loose end.

Rushing through the rooftops of the city, Marina made it to the Channel 17 studio, where she expertly sneaked in unseen. After searching around and avoiding the few people still in the building, she was lucky to find the reporter, Kirsten Sawyer, still in the studio. She was holed up alone in the editing room, likely perfecting her story for tomorrow morning. A story Maiden needed to ensure never saw the light of day. The question was how to convince this young reporter to abandon work that would surely advance her career.

Thinking it through, Marina remembered that Kristen was a recent college grad, which told her exactly what she should do. Slipping into the editing room, the heroine made her presence known to the reporter. "Ms. Sawyer, I have a proposal for you," she said, startling Kristen, who hadn't heard her come in.

"Pure Maiden! Oh my gosh, it's really you. I'm a huge fan. I was just finishing up a story about you. If you don't mind, could I get some comments from you to add to it?" Marina couldn't believe the audacity of this woman. Did she really expect her to speak about her areola being exposed? Or did she expect her to lie and say it didn't happen, only for her to provide testimony from that homeless man that it did, making her a floozy and a liar?

"You can't air that story. In fact, you need to destroy the tapes and your notes on it," Maiden said firmly. As always, Marina disguised her voice, and with her mask, no one would recognize her true identity, even a rival reporter.

Kristen's face quickly changed from excitement to disappointment and confusion. "Why on earth would I do that? This is a good story that I worked hard on. Actually, a better question is why would you want me to? People love hearing stories like this," she tried to explain.

Marina grew angry at the comment. She was a superheroine, not some failed actress who is trying to get her career going by leaking a sex tape. Pure Maiden wasn't just a name, it also reflected her beliefs. Marina wanted to show people everywhere that a woman could be strong and admired without using her body in shameful ways at the same time. She was purity personified and she would do anything to stay that way. Including this. "If you do what I ask, I'll have sex with you here and now."

Kristen's eyes blew up in disbelief at the offer she had just been given. And by Pure Maiden of all people. Marina knew this was too tempting a proposal for Kristen to pass by. With her being freshly out of college, she had just spent the past four years of her life constantly engaged in lesbian sex with other women in college, as all college girls do. Marina, having not gone to college herself, didn't learn this until she started watching romantic drama shows. Her sidekick Ann had told her about shows like One Tree Hill, Gossip Girl, and The Summer I Turned Pretty that she had been watching, which intrigued Marina. While she might not engage in romance herself, that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy shows about it.

What had surprised her was how much sex these girls had with each other in them. Marina had chosen to find different romantic drama shows than the ones Ann had recommended. In the shows she found, women would talk for a minute or two before getting naked and have rather intimate sex with each other. Then in the next scene, a different group of girls would do the same. Until finally, all of the girls featured in the episode would have sex together in a climactic final scene. Every episode of the shows she watched was like this, leading her to the revelation that college girls really liked having sex with their female friends.

After telling Ann about these shows, she expressed concern that Marina, instead of finding a romantic drama show, had accidentally started watching lesbian porn. Marina dismissed this idea as ridiculous, as she didn't watch porn. What did matter for the purposes of this mission was that these shows had taught her how much college girls liked having other women go down on them while their roommates masturbated off to the side before joining in on the vagina licking activities. Marina didn't have any other women here, but hopefully her offer would be enough to tempt this woman.

"I... I've never been with another woman," Kristen said in a stammer. Liar, Marina thought to herself. She's probably still got the taste of her college best friend's pussy in her mouth, along with half the cheerleading squad. "But I can't deny my chance to get with the great Pure Maiden. I'm in," she added before lifting her shirt over her head and diving into Marina's lips. The superheroine was, of course, prepared for this when she suggested lesbian sex in exchange for her silence, but her enthusiasm towards this was rather surprising. Doubly so considering how many people thought Kristen was a hotter version of Marina, yet here she was lusting after her heroine persona.

The reporter's lips wrapped themselves around hers and it didn't take long for her tongue to push into Marina's. Her shock wore off, and Marina slowly started to kiss back. Her partner's lips were soft and pleasant tasting. She could start to understand why people might like this. It was that thought that made her realize this was her first kiss. Having focused her life on fighting crime and upholding the virtue of virginity, she never sought out physical interactions like kissing. Now here she was, kissing a female reporter in exchange for not reporting out on her accidental exposure. This night wasn't her best effort at leading a pure life. Also, was it weird that she had a guy cum in her mouth before she ever kissed anyone?

As she pondered that thought, Kristen pulled away briefly and addressed the focus on her lust. "When I said I was your biggest fan earlier, I meant that in a sexual way. I don't get your whole purity thing. But what I do get is how damn hot you look in that uniform. Your tits look so perky in it. I'm not into women in the slightest, but damn, you make me wet every time I write about you. My last boyfriend broke up with me after catching me masturbating to pictures of you. Well, after catching me for the 8th time that month. Is it weird for me to tell you that? I think it's weird. Also, can I touch your boobs? I'm gonna touch your boobs."

As Kristen helped herself to two handfuls of Marina's D cups, the heroine responded, rather awkwardly, with, "Oh, thanks. I think." Maiden had suspected there were people who would find her sexually attractive, no matter what she wore. Her costume was tight fitting for the purpose of not getting in her way while in combat, which did tend to highlight her large chest area. But it was weird hearing someone actually confess to lusting after her breasts. Although now that she thinks about it, this wasn't the first time. Several policemen have complimented her chest. As have numerous victims she saved. Also, random men and women she passes on the street while in costume often remind her she has a pronounced chest. Now that she thought about it, has she ever had an interaction with someone while she wore her costume where they didn't comment on her tits?

"God, I want to drench your nipples in my saliva. Can you get naked now?" Kristen asked, pulling her out of her thoughts.

"What? Oh, yeah. Let me unzip myself," she said, reaching behind her back. The second she got her zipper down, Kristen helped herself to pulling down her top, revealing the heroine's naked breasts for the first time ever. Proving she wasn't fibbing earlier, she immediately helped herself to taking Marina's left nipple fully into her mouth, licking and sucking it to her heart's desire. And apparently her heart had a very strong desire.

Marina was completely unfamiliar with the feeling of someone stimulating her breast like this and a shot of foreign pleasure rang out throughout her body. For a woman who claimed to have never been with another woman, Kristen seemed very knowledgeable about how to stimulate a tit.

Marina was surprised at how responsive her body was to this. Normally when she touched her own breasts, she felt nothing. Except maybe just a bit of shame. Now every lick from Kristen made her feel a sharp, almost electric feeling that she found herself wanting more of. What was most odd was how having her boobs played with like this was making her womanhood feel stimulated as well. The result was her pussy was becoming quite wet. Luckily, Kristen didn't seem inclined to remove her costume fully and thus she was able to hide her excitement. "I've got to see that pussy," the young reporter then said, getting on her knees and pulling down Maiden's costume fully.

"Nice thong!" She said, commenting on Maiden's choice in underwear while not being shy about feeling up her very exposed ass.

"I'm just wearing it so I don't get pronounced panty lines through my costume, that's all!" Marina said defensively while wishing her new friend would return to stimulating her nipples.

"You don't need to feel bad wearing something sexy. If I had an ass like yours, I'd wear thongs all day, every day. Now, let's get that thong off so I can get to work tasting that sweet pussy for the next two to three hours," she said, reaching for the underwear in question.

Marina grabbed onto the side of her underwear, shocked at what she had just heard. Kristen wanted to taste her? For how long? That would surely make her... peak... at least several times. Just the idea of someone, woman or not, having their face buried between her legs was beyond what she could handle. "I said I would have sex with you, not you have sex with me," the superheroine reminded Kristen.

"Sex usually involves both parties getting a turn," Kristen said, looking up at Marina's masked face but, more accurately, her erect nipples. "Also, why did you say you were having sex with me again? You could probably have any woman in the city, so why pick me?"

"I didn't pick you! It's not like that! I told you, I'm doing this so you won't report your story on me tomorrow," Marina whined.

"Last week I gave a report about you beating up those drug dealers on Fifth Street. You didn't have any issue with that story. What's so different about this one?" Kristen said before proceeding to lick up and down Marina's inner thighs.

"Oh fuck, that feels good... I mean! Errr, what I meant to say was, you know why this story is different and I won't degrade myself by saying it out loud. Now take off your pants and lie down so I can insert my tongue into your pussy," the heroine said, growing frustrated.

Kristen for a moment was about to argue back, but then decided that one shouldn't look a hot, pussy-licking-willing superheroine in the mouth. A mouth that would soon be tasting every square millimeter of her drenched pussy. She shrugged, then took off her pants and panties, along with her bra for good measure. She then sat on and leaned back in the office chair she had just been editing footage in. Footage containing stock photos of Pure Maiden that the reporter had several times in the past masturbated to, but thanks to her good luck, wouldn't need to tonight. Although in the end she would anyway.

The sight of a fully naked woman, lying back spread-eagled and waiting for a tongue lashing, gave Marina pause. It wasn't that Kristen looked unappealing in this state, it was just that she began to doubt that a superheroine who preached virginity and purity should be going down on a woman they had just met. Or any woman, really. Even if they had made her feel heavenly just a minute ago and smelled really nice and looked like it would be fun to make her squirm with her tongue and maybe suggest later they... no! Enough of those thoughts.

"You promise to not air that story tomorrow morning or ever, right?" Maiden said with a shaky voice.

"Baby, if you do this, I'll do whatever you want me to. And that includes butt stuff," Kristen said, shaking with anticipation. What did she mean by... No. Stay focused. Marina got on her knees and found her face inches away from the wide open pussy of the young reporter. It sparkled with moisture and almost seemed to call out for her tongue. Taking one look back up at Kristen, who was playing with her own nipples now, Marina leaned in and started her first and likely only adventure into lesbian sex.

Upon her tongue contacting Kristen's vagina, the first thing that hit Marina was its taste. A salty, yet sweet taste flooded her taste buds. The second thing that hit her was Kristen's thrilled exclamations. "Holy hell, that's what I've been wanting all these years. God your tongue is amazing. I never want this to end. Get that tongue in deep and don't stop, even if I pass out from pleasure overload, you hot ass heroine!"

Marina had never been spoken to like this before, either as her superhero persona or otherwise. Then again, she had never licked a pussy before either. Still, it was good that Kristen was enjoying this, because it would ensure she kept her side of the arrangement up. It was also good because seeing her ass spasm uncontrollably from the pleasure she was giving her was delightfully erotic... objectively. Not that Marina cared. She was just here to do the job and get out. A job that was totally wasn't making her thong soaking with her own juices, that's for sure.

Taking her instructions to heart, Pure Maiden wiggled her tongue deeper into the pussy of the woman she was doing an apparently awesome job pleasing. Soon, Kristen no longer had the ability to vocalize her approval and instead just made a series of moans and grunts as Marina increased the pace her tongue was working the intimate orifice. While staying focused on her task, Marina found herself enthralled by Kristen's facial expressions. If she didn't know any better, she would swear by her face that Kristen was in pain, given her torturous look. But the look in her eyes showed something else. Like a longing being fulfilled. A dream she had long had that she had accepted would never come true had suddenly become a reality. Like she was part of a miracle that would change her life forever. And apparently that miracle involved a nearly naked superheroine slamming her clam with her tongue.

Without warning, Kristen's eyes opened wide and she ceased making all sounds, including breathing. All the muscles in her face became strained. Marina tried to lift her head, worried something had gone wrong, but Kristen's hands held it in place. Finally, after what felt like a full minute, her lover took in a deep breath and fell back into her chair, fully relaxed. "I... I... I don't know what to say. Thanks? I guess?" Kristen said while slowly running her fingers along her body.

Pure Maiden's mind raced with thoughts about how intense the feelings Kristen had just experienced must have been to elicit such a dramatic response. Curiosity, enthrallment, and longing drove her to want to experience the same for herself. Almost as if she sensed this, Kristen smiled at her lover. "Care for a turn?" She said while licking her lips.

"I... should go," the superheroine said with almost no conviction.

"Must you? I know you enjoyed me playing with your nipples. If you were to let me play with something else, I'm sure you wouldn't regret it." It took all of Marina's willpower to put her costume back on.

"You'll keep your word, right?"

Kristen rolled her eyes. "Yes. I'll tell my boss that we can't run the story. And if you must go, just close the door behind you. I don't need the night janitor walking in on me. Actually... leave it open." She said. Marina didn't understand what she meant, but quickly left, confident that this accidental exposure issue was fully solved and wouldn't come back at all. Kristen meanwhile started brainstorming new stories she could devise about Pure Maiden, hoping the heroine would come back in the future to prevent their publication in a similarly lustful manner.

That next morning, just as Kristen had promised, her news story about Maiden didn't air. While it wasn't her proudest, and certainly not her purest moment, she had successfully avoided a much larger scandal. Heading into her base of operations, she found her sidekick waiting again. "How did your mission go last night? I didn't hear anything about it on any of the news channels," Ann questioned.

"Nothing for you to worry about. Did you complete your training exercises yet?" Marina asked.

"Yes, ma'am," she replied, a bit deflated that her mentor wouldn't divulge any details about what exciting thing she had done last night.

"And you are staying pure with your boyfriend, right?"

"Yes, ma'am. We still haven't even kissed. We argued about it last night, but I told him what you tell me. That a superheroine must remain pure above all else," she said.

"Good. Even holding hands too long should be avoided. We mustn't degrade ourselves with sexual acts," Marina explained, not fully appreciating the irony of lecturing her sidekick on this topic considering what her evening activities had consisted of.

Changing into her civilian gear, Marina headed to her civilian job as a news reporter for Channel Five. After spending the day preparing, it was time for her to join her co-anchor and report on the evening news. Marina and her co-anchor, John, took turns informing viewers about various crimes, activities, and other stories from around the city. As usual, the secret superheroine made notes on crimes she would have to follow up on, hoping to catch those responsible. Just after reporting a story about an upcoming annual kitten parade, John began reading an account that sent a cold chill through Marina's body.

"Early this morning, Kristen Sawyer, a reporter for Channel 17 news, reported that she had come home to find her apartment had been broken into with a variety of her personal belongings stolen. Police at this time have no suspects and are asking the community for any information they may have on the subject," John said, reading from the prompter. "You know, Marina, I've always thought of Kristen as a younger, more attractive and sexually open version of you," John said, adding in a bit of improv to the end of his story.

"Yes John. You tell me that every day," Marina said. With that, their evening broadcast ended and the cameras went off air.

"Speaking of being sexually open, Marina. I just got my hot tub fixed if you wanted to come over and try it out. If you must, you can wear a bikini, but just be aware I like to soak naked," John said to his co-anchor.

"I think your wife might have some objections," Marina replied, trying to get her notes together so she could leave.

"Oh, not at all. She's been bugging me to invite you over," he added. She once again declined before rushing off. She had something far more important to take care of than being a third in John's weird marriage.

As Marina rushed to put her superheroine costume and mask on, which was always a struggle considering how tight it was on her, she assessed the situation. Kristen was robbed last night, the very night she was in possession of a story that Marina assumed would have revealed to the world that her areola had been slightly and briefly exposed. That was no coincidence. Obviously, somebody who wants to ruin Maiden's reputation broke into her place and stole her story. Marina had to get that story back before it got revealed to the public.

For hours she worked the streets, trying to get information. Threatening lowlife scum and searching criminals she knocked out. Finally, she got a break. A young man illegally selling cigarettes in an alley revealed that he had heard a rumor that it was the mob that had broken into Kristen's apartment. And not just any mob, but the Riggs family. The most dangerous organized crime group in the city, led by Aaron Riggs. It made perfect sense that they would want information to take down Pure Maiden, given how many of their thugs she had put away.

However, she couldn't just barge into their headquarters and start fighting them. There were too many of them. This called for a different approach. That evening, they were hosting one of their wild parties, which would have the whole organization attending. These parties were known for having entertainers who would ensure everybody in attendance enjoyed themselves. Or more accurately, strippers and whores. Fortuitously, Marina had found out that the strippers they had ordered were requested with a certain theme in mind. That theme being superheroines. Girls would be dressed as all the famous heroines operating in the city, including Midnight Siren, Velvet Sextress, Lustra the Lust-filled, Scarlet the Bimbo Queen, and many more.

"You're going to strip for criminals?" Her sidekick asked again in disbelief at her mentor's plan.

"No, I'm not going to strip for anyone! How dare you even ask that. I'm infiltrating this party disguised as a stripper who is dressed up like me," Marina explained. She was putting on extra makeup and styling her hair to make sure she got into this event.

"But why?"

"To, ummm... stop crime and stuff. Whatever, okay? Just trust me. I'll be back in a few hours and I'll tell you about all the bad stuff I stopped."

"Can I come? I want to stop crime too. I'm sure they hired a Chaste Lily stripper too!" Ann whined.

Marina couldn't help but let out a snort. "A Chaste Lily stripper? As if. People only hire strippers dressed as superheroines they actually find attractive," Marina said judgementally, looking at Ann's C-cup bust, which paled to her own DD-cups.

"You could have just said no," Ann said, slouching over sadly.

Marina arrived at the party and found a group of superheroine dressed strippers that she followed in. A couple of bouncers were checking the strippers in until they got to Marina herself. "Pure Maiden? Did we order a stripper dressed like Pure Maiden?" One of the bouncers said, confused.

"I don't think so. The boss only wanted strippers dressed up like the attractive heroines. This must be a mistake," his buddy said.

"I am... I mean, Pure Maiden is a very good looking hero! Just because she doesn't show off her bare cleavage like that Midnight Siren slut, doesn't mean men don't find her good looking!" Marina said defensively.

"At least your costume is way sluttier than the real Pure Maiden. I really like how tight your suit is and leaves so little to the imagination," the first bouncer said, walking around Marina.

"My costume is not sluttier than Pure Maiden's, I can promise you that!"

"Still, I don't think a lot of the guests would dig seeing a superheroine who bases her whole persona on not wanting to have sex strip for them," he added.

"Yeah, I heard she's real popular with closeted lesbians though," the guy added.

"That's right! Remember that reporter chick we robbed last night for the boss? She had all those pictures of Pure Maiden lying around. They were all so wet though..."

"I'm... I mean, Maiden isn't just popular among closeted lesbians! I heard Pure Maiden blew a homeless guy and he was really into it! I'm sure some of your guest would love to see her tits jiggling in front of their face." The guys still looked doubtful, but another group of superheroine dressed strippers walked up, including two dressed as... "Chaste Lily? Why would anyone want to see her skinny sidekick ass naked before a hottie like Pure Maiden?"

One of the strippers gave her a judgmental look before saying, "Are you kidding me? Chaste Lily is like the most requested heroine our club gets. The only people wanting a Pure Maiden stripper are women who still haven't gotten over their college lesbian phase."

After 10 minutes of arguing with the bouncers that someone in the party will want to see her strip, they finally relented and let her in. The whole episode was shameful, having to imply that she was willing to do something so degrading, but in the end it paid off and she had successfully infiltrated the party. She could now focus on finding and destroying the evidence this mob boss had regarding her accidental exposure in the warehouse. All she had to do was stay focused on her objective and she could be in and out without any more embarrassment.

"It's now time for the hottest superheroine in the city to take the stage. In fact, we have two of them for you! Enjoy a pair of Chaste Lilys stripping for your delight!" An announcer yelled out. The crowd erupted in roars as the two Chaste Lily themed strippers from earlier trotted out onto the center stage in the middle of the hall. A hundred guys crowded around the stage, eager to get as close a view as possible. Marina stood there, amazed at just how popular her sidekick was. Well, at least how popular the stripper versions of her were. The entrance of these two girls drew everyone's undivided attention in the large room, and it was the perfect opportunity for her to slip away into the back rooms.

Except... there had to be something else going on, right? Like, her sidekick is at best cute, but nothing compared to her, Pure Maiden. Marina walked up to a couple of guys practically drooling over the two girls on stage, swaying their hips back and forth for the men. "They're pretty, but can you imagine the reaction if I, dressed as Pure Maiden, were up there now?" She said with a sexy smile.

"If the room was filled with closeted lesbians, maybe. But, no offense, you picked the most boring, least sexy heroine you could have possibly dressed as. And yes, I'm including Granny Justice in that evaluation," one of the men said dismissively, barely even looking at Pure Maiden.

"Why does everyone think I'm only attractive to closeted lesbians? Does a lesbian, as soon as she comes out, lose all attraction to me? And men totally find me attractive! I just don't have half my ass hanging out," Marina said in defense of herself.

The men weren't even paying attention to her. One of the Chaste Lilys had just removed the top of the other and was licking her nipples extensively. "Holy Jesus, that's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I don't even know why she still even sidekicks with that loser Pure Maiden. She probably makes Lily read bible versions and wear 4 layers of underwear."

Another guy laughed hearing that and then added, "Totally! That chick couldn't get laid if she paid a guy to fuck her. I've heard she actually has a flat chest and ass, and all that we see is actually padding."

Marina's face was bright red. Where did all these damn rumors come from? When did people start to like her sidekick more than her? She could totally have sex with anyone she wanted. No, this wouldn't do. "You fuckers think I'm that unattractive? You think Chaste Lily is that much better and hotter than me? Tell me how you feel after you see what I can do on that stage!"

The furious superheroine pushed through the crowd of men towards the stage where one Chaste Lily was now pulling down the panties of another Chaste Lily. Marina wasn't sure what the hell she was doing. Why did she feel the need to prove anything to these men? She was here on a mission and climbing up on a stage with two half-naked strippers dressed like her sidekick was not likely to help her complete it. Yet, one pulsing thought kept her going. On what planet would anyone think her tiny-tittie sidekick Lily was even in contention to be more attractive than her? No, she had to fix this.

Once on stage, the hundred plus men looked at her with confusion, as did the two strippers. The bottomless Chaste Lily looked around the hall before saying, "Why are you dressed as Pure Maiden? Did you think there would be a bunch of sexually confused women here or something?" Hearing again how she was only desirable to a small portion of the population made Marina grunt in anger, but seeing a hundred men staring at her, on top of a stripper stage even, had made her stop in her tracks. Her reasons for climbing up here now seemed ill-advised, especially considering this was supposed to be an undercover mission. Somehow, she seemed to have deviated from that plan. With her just standing there doing nothing, people grew restless and started commenting to each other.

"Why did they hire a slutty version of Pure Maiden as a stripper? They should have just hired a third Chaste Lily."

"The stripper barely even looks like Pure Maiden. Her ass is way bigger than the real hero. Also, this chick has plump DSLs. You can tell she sucks a lot of cock. She did nail the real Pure Maiden's thick thighs though."

"My homeless cousin got his dick sucked by Pure Maiden in a warehouse. Said it was among the top five blow jobs he had ever gotten from a superheroine."

The topless Chaste Lily stripper made an attempt to break the awkward silence and suggested a reasonable course of action. "Did you want to join us in having lesbian sex with each other while several hundred men watch us?"

Marina turned to the stripper in disbelief. "What?"

The bottomless Lily then endorsed this idea. "Yeah, we should totally do that. It will be like sidekick and mentor enjoying some time together after a tough mission. Everyone assumes female heroines are slamming each other's clams all the time anyway. Might as well let these boys see it in action, right?"

"I can assure you that I... or rather, Pure Maiden and her sidekick do not engage in 'clam slamming' nor any seafood innuendos for lesbian interactions. And I won't do anything to give that impression to these gentlemen," Marina objected.

"We can't just stand here. If these men wanted to just watch women standing around talking to each other, they would have just stayed home and actually attended their court ordered marriage counseling. If we don't do something, the mob boss that hired us will start thinking up crazy ideas like we are actual superheroines here on a covert operation." Both half-naked strippers laughed at this prosperous idea, but Marina didn't.

"So if I engage in lady Tetris with the two of you, no one will think I'm the real Pure Maiden and I'll be free to do whatever sneaking around I want later without increasing suspicion?"

The two strippers looked at each other, confused, before the one with her tits out responded, "Yeah, I'm pretty sure if you have lesbian sex with us in front of all these men, no one will actually think you are the superheroine who is famous for being a total prude." Perfect, Marina thought to herself. She had thought that climbing up on this stage had been a huge miscalculation on her part, but now it seemed it was just her instincts kicking in, giving her the opportunity to further cement her undercover persona as a slutty stripper. It's weird that her instincts seemed to constantly be pushing her into lesbian sex, though.

Her two companions took this as an endorsement of their idea and quickly descended onto Marina. They pressed their exposed tits and pussy into her body while their hands explored every curve Marina had to offer. The superheroine wasn't ready to be so thoroughly and extensively touched and let out a yelp from the rush of feelings she got. "Oh, Pure Maiden, that was a tough mission. We should do something to wind down, and I have just the idea," one of the strippers said as she ran her hand along Marina's inner thigh.

"You mean like push-ups and a tall glass of ice-free water?" Marina asked, before the stripper's hands moved to her more intimate area between her legs, and then Marina knew exactly what she meant.

"Let's get this uncomfortable costume off you. You'll feel MUCH better once those tits are free," the other stripper said from behind her. She unzipped the back of Marina's costume and started pulling it down over her shoulders. Despite clearly being told numerous times what they would be engaging in, it was just now that Marina came to appreciate what they would actually be doing. In just a few short seconds, a stripper dressed as her sidekick would expose her naked tits to a crowd of hundreds of men, greatly increasing the number of people who had ever seen them from just that one reporter chick.

But then she remembered why she was doing this. She had to keep the name of Pure Maiden wholesome. If word got out about that slight aerola slip earlier, she would be seen as no better than those other superheroine skanks that showed off their bodies. Except wasn't she about to do that herself? And isn't showing off her tits to hide an areola exposure nonsensical?

Right when she was having a revelation she should have had several hours ago, the stripper finally got her costume slipped down over her ample breasts and the crowd erupted in roars. Marina couldn't help but smile a bit at their reaction, and smiled even more when one of the Chaste Lilys started sucking on her nipple, sending a shiver of pleasure throughout her body.

As the other stripper pulled off her costume completely, exposing her thong clad ass to the men, Marina reminded herself that they thought she was a stripper and not the real superheroine. This was doubly confirmed by comments from the audience about how her nipples were way too perky to be those of Pure Maiden's, whatever that meant. "Oh mentor, I had forgotten how delicious your nipples were. Maybe you would like to taste mine?" The bottomless Chaste Lily said, before removing her top and becoming the fully naked Chaste Lily. However, considering the other Lily removed her pants at the same time made this new name unhelpful.

Knowing she had to play along to avoid questions, Marina leaned in and partook in sucking on the woman's tits. "Oh fuck, that's good. Fuck you know how to stimulate a tit," the stripper moaned out. Marina didn't know if this was acting or real, but she felt just a bit proud of herself nonetheless. "Let's see if your mouth is as good as pleasuring other areas, Pure Maiden," she said before laying on the ground and pulling Marina in as she did so.

Marina was confused by this. Why was she lying down now? Was she that tired from stripping? She seemed to be in good shape, as was evident by her toned body. And what did she mean by other areas? It was only when the stripper pushed Marina's head down to her crotch and she was inches away from her pussy that the undercover superheroine figured it out. The thong clad superheroine looked around the room. She had done this once before as part of her last mission, but that was in private. Still, she had come this far. Might as well see it through. Taking a deep breath, she stuck her tongue into the second pussy of her life. Surely even the purest of women have tasted at least two vaginas in their life, right?

Immediately the stripper grabbed onto Marina's head and cried out, "Oh dear God, that's intense! Shit, you've done this with a lot of strippers, haven't you?" The superheroine wanted to protest that characterization of her past experiences, but her current partner's firm hands kept her from speaking. So instead she just focused on licking every part of her womanhood she could reach until this stripper would inevitably cum on her tongue. She could then sneak away without any additional shame being brought on her.

"I'll just slip these off," a voice from behind Marina said. As she felt her thong slipping off of her ass, she remembered the other stripper. Marina had figured she would simply sit there and watch or maybe applaud as this lesbian act occurred, not get involved. Even worse, she was exposing her womanhood to all of these people. Not even Kristen had seen her in a nude state! But what could she do without breaking character? Surely any half-respectable stripper wouldn't object to getting her thong stripped off while in the process of slobbering all over the vagina of another stripper. No, she had no choice but to let this happen.

"Nice pussy! I can see why you became a stripper," the woman said as she pulled the thong off. Marina wasn't aware a woman's potential to be a stripper could be judged by their genitals.

"This thick piece of ass is absolutely rocking my world. Make sure you put your full effort into it to return the favor," the stripper whose vaginal flavor was flooding Marina's taste buds said to the other stripper.

"Oh, don't you worry. If I'm good at anything, it's making a girl cum while 300 guys watch," she said. The real Pure Maiden was just putting together what these two were referring to when she felt a warm, wet tongue slither deep into her now exposed pussy. She yelled muffled cries of pleasure into the vagina she was pleasuring, which seemed to only further the ecstasy that said vagina was feeling.

Marina didn't know such pleasure was possible. It was like all those weird and unexplained feelings she got watching those romantic drama shows featuring obscene amounts of lesbian sex, but two thousand times as intense. She could barely focus on continuing to go down on the coin slot her face was buried in, but she somehow managed to. Every muscle in her body tensed and relaxed uncontrollably. This hot bitch was scratching an itch that Marina has had for a long time but didn't realize it till now. Her mind flooded with crude images of her exposing her areola on purpose to random homeless men. Her and her rival reporter Kristen doing a story together on the joys of vagina licking. Hiring a half dozen strippers dressed as Chaste Lily for her next birthday.

The tongue wiggling inside her was electrifying, sending jolts of sexual joy all over her body. Each pulse was stronger and longer lasting than the last. Marina didn't know how big they would grow. The thought of the pleasure becoming overwhelming both terrified and excited her and she stuck her naked ass out as far as she could to encourage this Chaste Lily erotic cosplayer to get in deeper.

Finally, a tidal wave of feelings hit her and for that moment, Marina completely lost herself. Everything was bliss and she never wanted this moment to stop. Purity be damned, she was all about public lesbian tongue fucking now. But the feelings and lustful thoughts faded. When she came to, she found her nose was resting inside a stripper's vagina while the stripper behind her was massaging her ass while giving it the occasional healthy smack.

It was a beautiful moment for Marina, as she and these two women had shared an intimate act together and learned a lot about themselves and each other. Marina watched the chest of the stripper she had just pleasured rise and fall as she caught her breath. She never felt more connected with anyone before, and was so glad she got to share this experience, just the three of them.

"Did you guys see how much that Pure Maiden whore squirted? And man, she made that other Chaste Lily pass out from cumming! She's got to be the most talented and pussy hungry stripper I've ever seen. And I've seen tons!" A man yelled out next to the stage. Oh right, Marina remembered. All those men were watching her fuck and be fucked by these strippers.

The stripper who had been pleasuring her crawled over and gave Marina's face a lick. "Someone enjoyed themselves. How about you return the favor and use that talented tongue on me? I haven't felt a wet appendage inside my ass in weeks."

"Your... ass? You want me to..." Marina asked before her eyes lit up in disbelief at what she was being asked to do.

Just then, a large man in a suit pushed through the crowd and addressed Marina. "Mr. Riggs was impressed with your performance. He would like you to join him in his office. You can leave your costume here. You won't need it," he said to her.

Oh thank god, Marina thought, having an excuse to avoid learning what another woman's orifice tasted like. Even better was that somehow all this stripping and lesbian sex had given her a way into the back area of the club where she would find the materials they stole from the reporter's place. Materials that, if released, would prove disastrous to Pure Maiden's reputation. But what on earth could this mob boss want her to do after watching her have a lesbian threesome? Whatever it was, it would also require her to continue to be naked. Odd, she thought, unable to come up with any ideas about what he wanted to do with her.

Wearing only her mask now, Marina followed the man through the crowd. This made her hyper aware of the completely exposed state of her body as she brushed up against strange men whose eyes were locked on parts of her body that she had intended never to be seen by anyone. Free of the confines of her costume, her curvy tits and plump butt bounced considerably, to the visual delight of everyone. Finally, though, they reached the door to the back rooms and she was free of the eyes of hundreds of men. Only to be led into a room filled with a dozen dangerous looking men, hungrily looking at her body.

"There she is! The star of my party! I hired almost two dozen strippers, yet you are the only one anyone is talking about. And for it to be a woman dressed up as Pure Maiden, of all superheroines. You really showed us that she can be sexy to people other than women who won't admit they love pussy. What's your name, honey?" The man behind an expensive looking desk said.

This had to be the boss, Aaron Riggs. "Pure Maiden," she replied.

"No, not who you are dressed as, but your real name," he said as the guys around her laughed. Right, she wasn't actually here as the real Pure Maiden, but as a stripper dressed as her. Man this was confusing.

Wait, he wants to know her name? She hadn't even thought about that as part of her cover. Crap, what should she say? "Marina," Marina said, before instantly realizing that was the dumbest response she could have given.

"Pretty name," Aaron responded. Marina told herself this was fine. She was just a stripper. No one would ever think that Pure Maiden, the purest of all superheroes, would debase herself by stripping for all these men. All she had to do was keep up this act and she would get through this.

But getting through this wasn't enough. She had come here to steal back the notes they had stolen from the reporter. She had seen a room that looked like a storage room on the way here. She just needed to find a way to get in unseen. "So, Marina. Do you only like pleasuring pussies, or do you suck dick too?" Aaron asked.

Marina had been so focused on coming up with a plan to get into that storage room that she didn't hear what he asked. Finally noticing he was waiting for her to respond, she panicked and said, "What? Oh. Yeah, totally. I do it all the time." She figured he was asking about fishing or some other topic guys always talk about.

"Really? You must be really good at it. How about you give me a demonstration," he said, standing up from his chair.

"Right here and now? I'll need a rod," she said, confused.

"Oh, I got a rod for you to use, right here," Aaron said, walking up to her and undoing his pants. Why the heck would he keep a fishing rod in his pants? Wouldn't that be... oh shit, he's talking about his penis. He wants a blow job.

Right as she realized this, Aaron got out the largest penis Marina had ever seen. Although that wasn't saying much given the homeless guy was the only other dick she had ever come across. Vaginas she's seen hundreds, if not thousands of. The mob boss looked impatient as he expected this stripper to immediately get on her knees and wet his dick with her mouth. But she wasn't. "Why are you hesitating? You're a professional stripper. You should have done this many times in the past already, including with criminal lowlife like me. You should be undergoing no internal conflict about doing such a sexual and degrading act with a man whom a pure and wholesome woman would never dream of pleasuring in any such way. That is, unless you aren't a stripper and are here for very different reasons that, if I were to find out, would spell great trouble for you. Is that why you are hesitating, Marina? Because you aren't a stripper who is willing to rock my world with that pretty mouth of yours?"

The totally nude Pure Maiden looked around the room at the dozen men who looked ready to attack if she didn't answer this correctly. "No...?" She said with a shaky voice.

The anger instantly melted off Aaron's face. "Oh good. Cause I really want to get a blow job from you." Not wanting to push her luck any more and also figuring that having blown two guys still makes her a pretty pure woman, Marina got on her knees and with shaky but oddly eager hands, took hold of the massive flesh rod that Aaron had presented to her.

As she stroked it, memories of the sensations she had from pleasuring the homeless before came flooding back. The satisfying feeling of rubbing the hard shaft with her hands. The intoxicating smell of pre-cum as she brought her face closer to his tip. The odd proud feeling she had knowing that this man had gotten erect from thinking about her. But then she remembered that this was all for the mission and that she didn't enjoy jerking off a cock no matter how fucking awesome it was.

Almost by instinct, she opened her mouth and invited Aaron's impressive member to learn what the inside of her mouth felt like. Her lips wrapped around his mighty girth and she got to work giving this man exactly what he had asked for. "Sweet Carolina tea, she is a professional. God damn, is she good at this. Excuse me. Good is an insult to what she is making me feel right now. Marina is the best mouth whore I have ever had the privilege of being pleasured by," Aaron said as his legs nearly gave out from the intense pleasure he was receiving.

"And that's saying something. The boss has been blown by every stripper, whore, and desperate female high school principal in the region," one of the other men standing by and watching their boss get a BJ said.

Marina had heard similar praises from that homeless man as well. Why did she have such a natural ability to suck cock? It almost felt like her being a purity based superheroine was a waste of this gift. Maybe she could take on a different hero persona that revolved around her dick sucking talent. Wait, what the fuck was she thinking? Sucking dick makes her have the craziest thoughts. Generally, around her sucking a lot more dick.

But soon even those thoughts left Marina as she became intoxicated by the feeling and taste of a large penis throbbing in her mouth. She savored every inch, her tongue dancing around every sweaty inch of his cock, drawing out a low moan from deep within him. Pleasure surged through her as her pussy pulsed with a desire that Marina wasn't sure what it meant. With her mouth bobbing up and down his full length, Marina's hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as she moved with a rhythm that was all her own. Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation of him, the taste, the sounds Aaron made as she pleasured him. She could feel his tension building, his body tensing, and it only spurred her on, wanting to take him to the edge and beyond.

"Okay, we got to stop there," Aaron said, taking a step back and pulling his dick out of her mouth. Marina lunged forward, desperate to keep going, but stopped by him. She had been so longing to finish him off and have him spray his potent cum down her throat. Not that she wanted to experience a man cumming inside her again, of course. She just didn't want to leave the job unfinished, Marina told herself in a blatant lie.

Did Aaron not realize that a blow job is supposed to end with him cumming? No, that couldn't be it, as his underling indicated he had received tons of blow jobs from other ladies with inferior skills to hers. Wait, was a BJ supposed to end with him cumming in her mouth, or did the homeless man she blew misinform her? Damn, why couldn't all those romantic drama shows she watched have ever had a single instance of man-on-woman sex instead of an obscene amount of lesbian sex?

"Let's get to the real fun. Lay on the edge of the desk, I'll take you there," Aaron said.

"You'll take me where?" Marina asked, confused.

"The desk," Aaron said, repeating himself.

He took her hand and led her to the desk. "It's a nice desk and all, but I could see it just fine from over there. Why did you need to bring me to it?"

"Just lie down off the edge of it," he said, getting annoyed.

Marina did as he asked but began to wonder if Aaron was maybe an idiot. "It's not really that comfortable. It's not the worst thing to lie on, but I don't think the top of the desk was designed with comfort in mind."

"Don't worry. I'll bring you all the comfort you want." Aaron spread her legs apart and directed the tip of his cock towards Marina's...

"Whoa! Okay, I think we had a bit of miscommunication here," the masked woman said, quickly putting her hand out to stop the rapidly advancing penis towards her virgin womanhood.

"Your naked body is lying on my desk. I have my dick out, which is wet from your mouth slobbering all over it for the past five minutes. What did you think I was doing? Showing off how comfortable my desk was for a naked woman to lie on while I had my dick out for no reason?" Aaron said sarcastically.

"What? No. I would have to be a total idiot to think that. No, I totally knew you had me lie here so you could stick your massive dick in me, as I've done with lots of guys before because, as we established earlier, I'm a total slut of a stripper that does this kind of thing all the time. Yep. As I'm looking at your dick, I can totally picture that fitting inside me and not making me pass out the instant you squeeze it in. Boy, that's not going to happen," the naked superheroine said with a convincing tone.

"Good. Let's get started then," Aaron said. Slowly, Marina moved her hand away and reopened her legs. This left nothing stopping this criminal's dick from becoming the first man to ever penetrate her. Two days ago, Marina prided herself on being so pure, she had never even used a public restroom or worn shorts in public. Now she was about to engage in raw sex with a guy she just met while a dozen men watched on. Still, she steeled herself. Being a superheroine who championed purity required sacrifices. Sometimes those sacrifices meant getting plowed on a desk so she could keep word about a slight wardrobe malfunction from getting out.

Aaron took hold of her hips and pressed the tip of his cock into her labia. Marina took a deep breath as she lived out the last second of her life as a virgin. This was immediately followed by her first second of life as a non-virgin and she yelled out in a combination of pain and pleasure as well. The dick didn't stay motionless inside her, of course, and Aaron started humping her with the vigor of a man fucking a sexually experienced stripper.

Needless to say, the feeling of being stretched out along with the sensation of a flesh rod rubbing along her more intimate of areas was a new experience for the recently devirginized Marina. The pain she initially felt was quickly fading, with a new feeling of pleasure building up rapidly. Aaron continued to hold on to her hips for leverage with one hand while the other one took her left tit into his hands, enjoying the feeling of it. It wasn't until later that Marina appreciated that this was the first time in her life that a man ever touched her boobs, however, in the moment, she was more focused on another first she was experiencing.

Every thrust of his dick deeper into her brought a new jolt of sexual pleasure that Marina hadn't thought was even possible. All thoughts of her mission and why she was having bareback sex with this man she just met were completely forgotten as she focused her attention on chasing these glorious feelings. Her heart was racing as each move of his dick sent waves of exciting, sexually charged shocks through her body. Her face contorted continuously as she moaned out with each new exhilaration. The intensity ramped up and consumed her every being in the moment. Her senses reeled from the onslaught of pleasure. She was building up to something amazing and was desperate to experience its sweet release.

Her core began to tighten, her muscles twitched erratically, and her skin almost felt on fire. Her body's reactions to what this man was doing to her were entirely foreign and almost frightening, yet she was comforted by the pure ecstasy she was being ravaged by. The waves of feelings grew exponentially. She grabbed onto the desk, unable to do anything else. Her ability to move, breathe, see, or even think left her. All that was left was a landslide of pure pleasure that buried her. She was totally lost in her climax.

The feeling of hot liquid pumping onto her tits finally brought her back and she was met with the sight of Aaron's sweaty, throbbing cock spraying his seed all over her chest. She gasped at the sight as she remembered herself and all that she stood for. She valued purity and absence above all else, yet she had just came on this cock of a criminal whose cum now absolutely covered her chest. She then appreciated just how dumb she had been and how lucky she had just gotten. Not lucky in the sense that she 'got lucky.' But in the sense that Aaron had prompted to cum outside of her. "You... came on my chest." She said.

"My wife told me if I impregnated one more stripper, she was going to leave me. Marriage is all about compromise, right, boys?" He said, looking around at his men. Marina had almost let a guy, a criminal even, cum inside her and risk a pregnancy. It would be rather hard to claim to be a woman of sexual purity if she was running around fighting crime while pregnant with a stranger's baby.

"Thanks for the fuck. She's all yours guys," Aaron said, walking away.

Hearing that, Marina forgot all about her near pregnancy. "All yours? Am I going to fuck all these guys?" She asked Aaron, hoping she greatly misunderstood what he meant.

"Of course. And don't worry. These guys' wives don't care if they impregnate strippers," the mob boss said before leaving the room. Over a dozen men were quickly descending on her and Marina knew she needed to act fast.

"Can I go use the bathroom first? I have to take a massive poop. Like, the kind of crap that destroys a toilet and sends everyone in the neighboring stalls running due to the awful smell," the masked heroine said desperately.

All the guys instantly backed up in disgust. Except for one guy in the corner who was nodding and smiling. "Jesus, lady. Down the hall and to the left," a grossed out guy said, pointing.

Not caring how bouncy her tits and ass were, Marina rushed out of the room, relieved to be away from the dozen dicks, anxious to fill her with her seed. Once alone in the hall, she ducked into the room she had figured to be a storage room. Her intuition had proved right, as inside she found a treasure trove of stolen goods ranging from jewelry, car parts, sports memorabilia, and all sorts of illicit goods. They must be storing them here temporarily till the heat dies down and they can sell them, which meant this must be where the goods they stole from the reporter were.

Searching around, she found a manifest that listed everything in the room in detail and where it came from. The items stolen from Kristen included photoshopped images of Pure Maiden, Pure Maiden themed sex toys, nude blow up dolls of Pure Maiden, and receipts from hookers she paid to dress up as Pure Maiden. But finally, Marina found what was relevant to her. They had stolen a laptop from her as well. That must be where her notes about her accidental exposure were stored. Except, according to the records, they had given it away a few hours ago. To a company called Stellar Ventures.

This was the worst news she could have come across. Stellar Ventures has had a grudge against Pure Maiden for years, ever since she completely trashed their CEO's prized one-of-a-kind vintage sports car in a fight with a purse snatcher. She always knew one day they would try to get back at her and it seems she had found out just how. By acquiring this reporter's stolen laptop, they obtained damning, scandalous information on her that could ruin her reputation.

"We searched both bathrooms and found no strippers, pooping or otherwise," a voice said from outside the door in the hallway.

"Start searching other rooms then. Either she is snooping around where she shouldn't be or we're going to have to replace the carpeting," another male voice said. Crap, Marina thought to herself. If they caught her in here, there was no way she could talk her way out of it. She wasn't inclined to fight her way out either, given she was totally naked. Looking around the room, she saw a vent that she thought she could just barely fit into. In order to ensure she could slide through it, she grabbed a 5-gallon bucket of lube that they had also apparently stolen from Kristen's place, and dumped it all over her body. Tearing the cover plate off, she managed to squeeze through and started working her way towards the outside.

"Face it, we're losers who will never see a naked woman in person for our whole lives," an 18-year-old teen bemoaned to his equally nerdy social outcast 18-year-old friends as they hung out in an alley next to a popular club that they were unable to get into.

"My mom was going to go to prom with me, but then she backed out after my bully Greg asked her to be his fourth to the dance," another of the guys said solemnly.

"I really wish the girls at school would stop vandalizing our lockers with to-scale pictures depicting how tiny they think our dicks are. It wouldn't be so upsetting if they weren't nailing the size exactly," yet another unattractive and undesirable barely legal teen boy said out loud.

"Maybe we should just all give up on ever seeing a naked woman or even talking with a girl without getting spit on, and focus our lives on charity, helping people less fortunate than us, and making the world a better place. We could make a real difference in people's lives simply by forgoing ever getting with a girl.

Just as the other guys started to nod in agreement, a vent to the building they were standing next to shot out and a curvy, completely oiled up, and totally naked masked woman came shooting out. She landed on top of one of the young men and ended up with her ass landing on his face.

"Mother fucker, that hurt!" She said, rubbing her back. Looking around, she came to appreciate that she was now naked in an alley with a group of teen guys.

After a minute of awkward silence, with no one sure what to say or do, one of the boys finally asked, "Are... are you Pure Maiden?"

"What? No! Of course not! She's a heroine of great renown who would never be dumb enough to get herself in this situation. No, I'm just a stripper dressed like her. Well, I guess the only thing I'm wearing of hers is my mask, but still."

"You have great looking boobs," one of the guys said. Marina considered that she should probably cover herself, but given she just told them she was a stripper, that might be out of character.

"And your vagina is divine," another added.

"You guys should see her ass," a muffled voice from underneath Marina said. Finally realizing she had been sitting on the face of a guy, she finally got up. That explains why she started feeling so good sitting there, she realized.

"So... can any of you guys give a totally unremarkable and un-noteworthy stripper a ride and maybe some clothes?" Marina asked with a strained smile. The group of guys stared at her silently with blank looks on their faces, like they were still waiting for her to finish speaking. Marina let out an annoyed sigh before adding, "... in exchange for sex?"

"I got a box of tiny condoms at my place!" One of the guys proclaimed. Within minutes, they brought a car around for her to enter. No clothes yet, of course.

Over the next four hours, Marina allowed herself to be taken any and every which way these boys liked. A pile of filled condoms stacked up next to the still masked superheroine who learned she could cum even from barely legal teen guys with very sub-average dick lengths. Four hours turned into six after the parents of the teen whose house they were using came home and agreed to not call the police in exchange for a foursome with him, his wife, and their neighbor that they owed several thousand dollars to. Finally, sporting a sweaty body, sore crotch, and exhausted jaw from eating out a housewife for forty minutes straight, Marina was given some clothes and a ride.

Marina burst through the door into her superheroine headquarters, where her sidekick Chaste Lily was waiting. "Where have you been? You said that mission would only take you an hour and you've been gone for 12. Why are you wearing a T-shirt that says 'Big Dick Energy?' Did you encounter any challenges going undercover as a stripper in a sexually charged environment with likely hundreds of horny men? My boyfriend wanted me to ask you again if I could finally have permission to hold hands with him? Why do you smell like ammonia and why is that smell giving me funny feelings?" Ann asked in quick succession.

"Ann, I'm really not in the mood for twenty questions. Especially twenty questions regarding what I did at the strip club for 12 hours. Not that anything weird or regretful happened! The mission was a complete success and I executed it flawlessly, except I found out what I was looking for wasn't there. I need to go on one more mission, and I think for once I'm going to need your help. Also, of course you can't hold hands with your boyfriend. If word got out about that, it would ruin our reputations."

Marina took a long needed shower and ate something for the first time in hours that didn't come from a dick being sprayed into her mouth. She suited up in one of her backup costumes, as did a very eager and excited Ann. "I can't believe you are taking me out on a real mission that doesn't just involve us lecturing people on the street about the virtues of being sex-less! You've had me training non-stop for years and all that work is finally going to pay off tonight! We'll be making the city safer, all the while showing off how women can be strong without the need to show off their bodies and pleasure guys. People will also finally come to appreciate my superheroine persona, Chaste Lily!" She said excitedly, practically jumping up and down as they headed towards their destination.

"Trust me, a lot of people appreciate you too much as it it," Marina said, thinking back to the events of the strip club.

"Where are we going anyway?" Ann asked.

"We're heading towards Stellar Ventures corporate headquarters. They have acquired dangerous... information that, if they released it, would cause great harm to society. We have to stop them at any cost."

"Wow. That sounds like some dangerous info," Ann remarked.

"Indeed it is." This, of course, was a bit misleading, she knew, but she couldn't just come out and tell her 18-year-old sidekick that they were retrieving information that a reporter got from a homeless man who may have seen her have a slight slip of her areola. "The company is having a party followed by a press conference. We have to assume they'll reveal the information then. So we have to retrieve it before."

She knew bringing Chaste was a risk, but given the trouble she encountered at the strip club, having another body may help avoid having to repeat some of the shameful acts she had to do to get through that mission. Finally, they arrived at the party, which was well attended and guarded heavily. "There's a side door to this building, if I remember right. That's probably the only way we'll get in," Marina said, surveying the situation from a distance.

She led them along a wall next to the property that let them sneak past several groups of people before they both climbed up and over the wall, putting them right in front of the door that Marina remembered being there that they would use to get in and achieve this critical objective. And indeed, the door in question was there... along with three security guards. "Holy crap, it's Chaste Lily!" One of them exclaimed enthusiastically.

"And her mentor, Pure Maiden. Obviously you chose to yell out her name because you didn't see me. Otherwise, if you had, you would have yelled out my name, albeit with twice the enthusiasm," Marina said.

"No, I saw you there, I just..." The guard started to say before Marina interrupted his unimportant comment.

"We need to get into this door. It's critical for the safety of everyone here."

"Oh crap. Is there a bomb or villain inside? I'll call it in," the guard said, reaching for his communicator.

However Marina grabbed his hand before he could turn it on. "No, it's nothing like that. I can't explain what, but you just need to trust me that it's critical you let us in," she explained again.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, I can't do that. We three were given strict orders to not let anyone in. Maybe you can go to the front and talk to my boss," he said.

"Maybe that's a good idea. If we explain to the head of security our concerns, I'm sure they'll listen," Ann said to her mentor. Marina knew this would be impossible. If word got out to the executives in Stellar Ventures that Pure Maiden was asking to enter the club, they would immediately release the damning information they had on her. No, she needed to get through this door and now.

"I have a better idea. How about you let us in, and Chaste Lily here will flash you her tits," she suggested.

Instantly, that seemed to make all three security men much more accepting. "What???" Ann yelled out in disbelief. "Maiden! How could you suggest such a thing!"

"I told you, Chaste, if we don't get inside, untold damage will be released upon this city. Are you really willing to let that happen just so you don't have to spend a few seconds showing some hard working men a small part of your body?"

"But no one has ever seen my bare chest before! If my boyfriend finds out, he will break up with me for sure!"

"If your boyfriend is going to freak out every time you have to expose yourself for your job, then he isn't a good boyfriend," Marina commented.

"We are supposed to be the champions of purity! Me showing off my boobs is the exact opposite of that. You once told me that the only person I should ever show my body off to is my husband, but only after 12 years of marriage, and even then it should be in a very dark room. Now I'm supposed to show off my tits to three guys, one of whom, by the smell of him, is an avid user of pot?"

"Yes, that's what I just said. Now pull down your costume and show them the goods so we can get on with this mission," Marina said, annoyed.

"Oh god, I knew I should have joined up with Naughty Nymph. At least she would have let me touch my boyfriend," Ann bemoaned. With squeaks of embarrassment and her face turning redder than most would think was humanly possible, she slowly pulled down the top of her costume off of her shoulders and before taking a deep breath and shaking her head, down beneath her breasts. All three men stared in amazement, becoming the first people to ever feast their eyes on the 18-year-old's bare chest.

"Can... can we lick her nipples?" One of the guys asked.

"No!" Ann yelled out.

"Can you provide us with access cards for inside?" Marina asked them. With a disappointed expression, the security guards admitted they could not. "Then we are done here," Marina said, grabbing Ann by the arm and going through the door.

"Wait! Let me put my tits away first. And were you really going to let them lick me if they gave you an access card?" She said, as her tits jiggled as she was pulled.

"We need to find the media room, which will probably be upstairs. Damn, the stairs need a keycard," Marina said while trying to open the stairway door.

"Maybe we can find a computer console we can hack into to grant us access. Or we use our superior gymnastic skills to find a way to climb up. We could even search for chemicals and create an improvised acid to melt through the ceiling," Ann said, thinking up ideas.

"You there. Do you have an access card for these stairs?" Marina yelled out to a guy walking down the hall.

"Holy crap, it's Chaste Lily and some other superheroine! Yeah, I do, actually." He responded.

"If you give it to us, Chaste Lily here will suck your cock," she replied, pulling a shocked looking Ann in close.

"Nice! Give me just a few moments to walk to you and we can start the blow job!" The man said, starting to walk towards them.

"Are you kidding me? I cannot give that guy, or any guy, a blow job! My boyfriend specifically asked me not to go around putting strange men's penises in my mouth as part of a superheroine mission. He was weirdly specific about it," Ann whispered harshly to Marina as the potential recipient of her first ever dick sucking walked towards her.

"We talked about this, Ann. Being a superheroine requires sacrifices. Remember when I made that hair appointment last month but then that bank robbery happened, and I had to reschedule it?"

"Are... are you comparing me blowing a stranger to having to delay getting your hair done by a day?"

"I'm saying you are being a whiny sidekick who is making a big deal about one little blow job. Some women actually like giving them out, you know."

Before Ann could further protest, the man finally reached them. "Hey! So I just wanted to confirm that in exchange for Chaste Lily giving me head, I'll give you my access card. Is that right?" He said, looking directly at Ann.

Marina took a step back and also looked at the young superheroine anxiously. "I... but... couldn't we... damn it. Can we at least do this somewhere else besides the hallway?" Ann said, seemingly agreeing to let this random guy fill her mouth with his cum.

"Yeah, there's an empty conference room right over here. It's where I take interns to blow me when I'm bored. But don't worry, most of them aren't as hot as you, Chaste," he said, leading them to the room.

"I wasn't worried about that..." Ann muttered.

Once inside, he then started to get his pants off. "You should go ahead and pull your tits out. It isn't a proper throat thriller unless I can see her tits jiggling as she bobs her head back and forth on my slightly above average dick."

Ann started to protest, but Marina chimed in. "He's got a point there. Besides, you already showed them to those three guys outside."

"Fine! But you don't need to go keep everyone up to date on how many guys have seen my boobs!" With a frustrated grunt, she pulled down her costume once again, filling this man eyes with the sight of her 18-year-old titties.

"Thanks for the view! Now to return the favor," the man said as his pants and boxers hit the floor, revealing his erect penis to the inexperienced superheroine.

"Oh wow. That's... a penis. Do I just..." She said, slowly approaching it.

Marina, getting impatient, chimed in again. "Get on your knees and use your lips to massage his shaft while teasing his tip with your tongue."

"How do you know so much about giving a guy head?" Ann questioned her mentor as she got on her knees in front of the man.

"Oh... lucky guess?" Her mentor replied, looking away nervously. Ann looked at her for a moment before directing her attention to the fleshy rod being presented to her.

After staring at it for a bit, she finally took it into her mouth, letting out a small, satisfying sound that she regretted making. "Oh, this is a dream come true, Chaste Lily. I've imagined this moment so many times and it's better than I could have ever dreamed," he said as he felt her tongue swirl around his tip.

Ann was taken aback to hear a guy she'd never met talk about picturing her doing such an act so many times, but then she focused on the task at hand. "We don't have all day for you to sit there treating his dong like a fine wine to be slowly enjoyed, Chaste. Stop pussy footing around and get that dick deep in your mouth. Stick out your chest so he can see it better. And why are your hands just resting off to the side? Start cupping those balls!" Marina ordered, eager to get this blow job over.

Ann grunted in annoyance, but then did everything that her mentor told her to do. Soon she was working that dick with remarkable vigor, sending the man whose name she didn't even know into a roller coaster of sexual delight.

Ann kept it going, but having never done this before, she didn't know if she was doing it right or how close this guy was getting to finishing. Marina kept shouting advice at her, but Ann figured she wasn't any more adept at blowing a guy than she was. This could go on for a while longer as far as she knew. True, it was kind of exciting and the taste of this guy's penis wasn't the worst. Still, she was a superheroine of purity and wanted this act to be done as soon as... Holy shit he's cumming.

Indeed, with a satisfying moan, the guy unleashed all he had into the mouth of the young woman, which she was barely able to contain. He removed his dick from her mouth, pulled his pants up, flipped his access card to Pure Maiden, then left the room, not saying anything else. After swallowing his cum, Ann almost called out, asking for feedback on her performance, before remembering herself and how that wouldn't be a good idea.

She stood up, slipping her costume back over her chest, putting her tits away yet again. "Can I even call myself a champion of purity anymore? I just let that guy use my mouth as his own personal sex toy. Even worse, I kind of liked it. What's wrong with me?"

"Eh, get over it. The guy didn't seem like he enjoyed it that much anyway. Now if you are done whining about a little cum in your stomach, let's go find this media room," Marina said, leading her out back into the hallway.

The access card worked, something Marina realized she probably should have checked before offering her sidekick's virgin mouth. Regardless, they were in and headed up the stairs. Sneaking around the top floor, they eventually found the room they were looking for and slipped inside before any roaming security could find them. "We did it, Maiden! I was so worried we would run into more guys that you would make me pleasure, but we didn't! Surely my boyfriend won't be upset over a single blow job, right?"

"Who are you two? What are you doing in here? I'm going to call security," a guy in the room said, which the two heroines hadn't noticed till then.

"Wait!" Marina yelled as the man reached for the nearby telephone. Ann sighed as she knew this certainly meant that she would soon be adding another man whose cum she knew the taste of. "If you let me use your computer without question, you can fuck the second hottest girl in the room." Marina pleaded.

The man pulled his hand away from the phone. "Let me fuck her instead and you got a deal," he said, pointing to Ann.

"That's what I said... whatever," Marina said, frustrated.

"Fuck him? Now we're letting random guys fuck me for our mission? Why not beat him up, or at least try offering him something else besides my virginity!"

"Hey mister, would you rather let me use the computer in exchange for a compliment and a high five instead of some tight 18-year-old poon?" Marina asked him mockingly.

"Nah. I think I'll stick with having sex with a superheroine," he replied while removing his shirt.

"Well, I tried. Now get naked," she said, looking back at her sidekick.

"But my boyfriend! He's going to be miffed about the flashing and penis sucking, but he'll forgive me for that. I'm not so sure about letting a random guy take my virginity. That might really disappoint him," she said as she watched the man take off his pants.

"Dear lord Chaste. Just have sex with him a little bit. I just need enough time to search the computer. It shouldn't take more than a minute."

"What does a little sex even mean? Am I losing a quarter of my virginity?" Her mentor gave her a pissed off look. "Fine! You know what, fine! I'm your sidekick, and apparently that means I'm your free-use pussy to toss around!" Ann said angrily while pulling off her costume.

Ann's thong hit the floor, revealing her pussy to a guy for the first time in her life. The man had her lie right on the floor of the room and climbed on top of her. He began passionately kissing and licking her nipples, making Ann gasp loudly. She could feel his bare erect dick slide along her inner thighs as he did so. A dick that she knew would soon be penetrating her. Ann was surprised by how responsive her body was to his touch. The feeling of his hands exploring every inch of her body sent pleasurable chills throughout her and was making her noticeably wet. She had always thought only a man she had been dating for years and loved with all her heart could ever garner such a reaction from her. But now it seems maybe any decent looking guy could.

"Are... are you just watching me get my tits ravaged by this guy, Maiden? Go get the information off the damn computer!" Ann yelled after noticing her mentor just standing there staring.

"Oh, right. Sorry!" Marina said before dashing over to the computer. It was an interesting sight, seeing her barely legal teen sidekick lying naked on the floor with a man. Not that she was turned on by this sight, but it wasn't the worst thing to watch either, she thought, taking another look back at the scene.

Marina got to work on the computer, but was immediately confused. "Are you using MS-DOS on this computer?"

The man looked up as he was getting ready to direct his cock into the now soaked pussy of Ann. "Yeah, I refuse to be a sheep and use one of those modern operating systems with their lame visual representations of a directory."

"Is that going to be a problem, Maiden? It will still only take a minute, right?"

The system was saying something about a CD, but she didn't see a CD-Rom drive anywhere on the computer. "Yep, should be just a minute," she said back to her soon to be ex-virgin sidekick.

"Holy fucking vagina balls, that's a penis in me. That's a huge penis in me," Ann yelled out as her lover penetrated her.

"Stop embarrassing yourself, Chaste, it's not that big of a dick," Marina said, looking back at her.

"Stop watching my live sex show and get the damn files, Maiden! And how would you know it's not a big dick?" Marina turned her attention back to the computer. What the hell was the difference between the Dir and Tree commands?

As annoyed as Ann was with her mentor, she was quickly distracted by the rush of new sensations she was experiencing. The initial pain she felt from losing her virginity softened and was replaced by a warm, tingling sensation that she felt deep inside her. The tingling grew into a pulsing pleasure that made her begin to writhe under this nameless man. The feeling of his bare dick inside her ignited new and exciting feelings of thrill and all sensations of discomfort were lost and forgotten. Her body felt like it was glowing with unfamiliar electric energy. Sexual energy the likes she had only experienced once in her life when she let her detachable shower head linger in certain areas for longer than she should have. The 18-year-old was entering a world of ecstasy that made it difficult to remember herself and why she was doing this at all.

"How's it going over there, Maiden? I'm... fuck... kind of getting some weird feelings over here. Maybe... Jesus, I'm wet... hurry it up?" Ann said in a desperate voice.

"Surely if I accidentally tell it to delete something, it will ask me if I'm sure before it does it, right? What did you say? Oh, yeah. I'm soooo close. Just a bit longer," Marina replied before slamming her fist into the keyboard and yelling out several insults to the computer referencing its metaphorical dick size.

After having been staring at her bouncing tits for the past several minutes, Ann's lover finally looked her in the eyes through her mask. "I just wanted to say I'm a huge fan of yours, Chaste Lily. I'm actually president of your fifth-largest online fan club, with about twenty-five thousand members. We specialize in guys who are obsessed with your tits. We don't have nearly as many members as your top club has, which of course is focused on your pussy and how much camel toe your costume shows. But I'm hoping once word gets out that I got to take your virginity that will increase our numbers some."

Ann stared back at him, feeling a bit overwhelmed and not sure how to respond. Between learning that there were multiple fan clubs of her online focusing on different parts of her body, that her costume had been giving her camel toe all this time, and that her first ever sexual partner planned on bragging to the internet about banging her for the purpose of getting more men to join a club focused on her tits, the recently de-virginized superheroine struggled to respond.

"Thanks?" She finally said, as this seemed to encourage the man to hump her even harder.

"Ummm, Maiden. I'm just now appreciating that this guy isn't wearing a condom and I'm not on birth control, as you always said only big titty skank hoes needed to be on any. So... maybe finish up before I get knocked up?" The now red-faced and sweaty teen said to her mentor.

The Loadfix command ought to help, Marina thought to herself as she typed in the prompt. After all, it's got fix in the name. "What? Well, the important thing is you learned an important lesson. Now shut up, I'm concentrating here."

"Damn it, Marina! I mean, Maiden. You aren't listening to me!" She yelled out between her increasingly frequent moans.

However, again her frustration was forgotten after the man plunged his dick even deeper into her, stimulating areas that Ann didn't even know existed inside her. Her breathing was increasingly hitched as each thrust contributed to a growing pressure building inside her. A feeling that became exhilarating to her as she didn't know where it was taking her. Waves of pleasure coursed through her body, pushing her further along this unknown but delightful path. Her muscles tensed, anticipating an overwhelming release. Her toes tingled, her legs spasmed, her thighs yearned, and her tits burned. Her mind raced as she could barely keep up with her body's responses as her pleasure reached unbelievable intensity.

"I've used the subst command like nine times in a row and I'm beginning to wonder if it doesn't do what I think it does. But maybe I'll try five more times to make sure. Also, did you say something about getting pregnant, Ann, I mean Chaste? Please don't do that," Marina said.

"I'm cumming! Oh my god I'm cumming! It's so fucking intense!" Ann yelled out as her body convulsed in pleasure. She grabbed the face of the man who had led her to this heaven and stuck her tongue in his mouth, making this her first ever kiss. When her boyfriend learned about her having her first kiss with a stranger, he would likely be mad, but given some other first she had just experienced, it might be moot. "Did you say something? I'm sorry I couldn't hear you I was too busy cumming on your dick," Ann asked the man after her orgasm finally faded.

"I said me too. Thanks!"

"Me too? Oh god damn it," Ann said, realizing her lover had unloaded his cum in her while she was cumming herself.

"Chaste... Ann... Lily... Ann... whatever. Take care of those men too. I need more time," Marina said as she tested to see if the CTR monitor also functioned as a touch screen.

"What men... oh," Ann asked, confused, before noticing two guys had walked in on her getting creampied by her first ever lover.

A minute later, after figuring out INTERSVR & INTERLNK commands were not helping her search for a file, Marina turned around to check on her sidekick, only to see her getting railed from behind while sucking the dick of the 2nd guy. The two heroines made eye contact and Maiden gave her a thumbs up while Ann replied with a frustrated groan before her ass convulsed as a second orgasm hit her. Just as Ann was finished with both these guys, another two guys walked in, who Ann quickly began having sex with as well.

However, just as both men were balls-deep in her and really getting into a rhythm, a security guard walked in and demanded to know what was going on. Ann couldn't keep up with the number of men entering the room and she worried he would call for backup and ruin this whole operation. However, just then a fully nude Pure Maiden came up from behind Ann and approached the guard. "How about you take a break and, unlike these boys, fuck a real woman like me?"

"What are you doing? You're supposed to be finding the files on the computer!"

"Don't worry. I accidentally formatted the hard drives. It will take a few minutes for that to finish up. While we wait for that, I figure I'd help out."

"But your virginity! You're the heroine of purity!"

"I'll take a shower later today, it'll be fine," Marina said as she pulled down the pants of a confused, but very happy security guard.

Shortly after, Marina was riding this man's cock, moaning in delight while her sidekick watched, confused that her supposedly virgin mentor was so willing and eager to engage in sex, while at the same time she felt yet another guy cum inside her pussy. Over 14 men happened to come into that room, which Marina and Ann were compelled to sexually please in order to buy the time they needed to get this critical information that Ann still was in the dark about what exactly it was. "Maiden, I don't know how many more dicks I can take. There's so much cum inside me," Ann said as she panted.

Marina and her were on their hands and knees next to each other as they both got fucked from behind. "Just a little while longer. I'm really close... to getting the files, I mean." Marina moaned out.

Just then, the guy fucking Marina came inside her, yelling out, "Get pregnant, you hot superheroine chick! Oh god, I've wanted to do that my whole life."

"Wait, I know that voice. Henry! What the fuck!" Ann yelled out after looking behind Marina to see who had just creampied her. It was her boyfriend.

"Hi honey! I was delivering food here and got lost. What are the chances, right?" He said with a friendly tone while deeply massaging Marina's ass cheeks.

"You just cheated on me, you bastard!" Ann yelled as her tits swayed back and forth from the guy humping her. Ann looked back at the man currently inside her and then back at her boyfriend, who was continuing to grope Marina's ass. "Okay, so maybe I don't have much of a leg to stand on, but this was for a critical mission! You just walked in on this and decided to join in. And why did you have sex with Maiden and not me, your actual girlfriend! And what was all that you said about getting her pregnant and how you've wanted to do that your whole life!"

"Your hands feel amazing, Henry. Also, I should tell you that Ann kissed a guy earlier while she creampied her," Marina said.

"You kissed a guy! What the hell, Ann!" Henry said in disgust while sticking his once again hard cock into the willing vagina of Marina.

"No! You don't get to be mad at me! I... I... I'm cumming again!" Ann yelled out as her senses became overwhelmed with sexual glee.

Finally, the flood of men entering the room stopped. "Maiden, I think the computer is ready. Maiden! Marina! Stop fucking my boyfriend for the 4th time and go check on the god damn computer!" Ann yelled out angrily as the guy she was giving a tit job to came on her chest.

"Okay, fine! He just came in me again anyway. Geez, no wonder you cheated on her, Henry. What a bossy bitch," Marina said, climbing off of Henry and heading towards the computer. Ann was about to argue back, but her mouth suddenly became full of cock.

"Oh, that computer isn't used to store data. It just runs the automated window shades in the lobby," the man the two superheroines originally walked in on said.

Ann pulled the cock out of her mouth and yelled, "Why didn't you tell us that before you jerk!" The cock she was sucking on then came all over her mask.

"Because I was worried you would stop having sex with me," he said.

"He brings up a good point," Marina said.

Just then, they heard voices in the hallway. "We got word that those superheroine whores are somewhere on this floor. Find them!"

Ann peeked out the door before closing it. "There's like two dozen cops out there. We have to get out of here."

Marina looked at a nearby clock. "The press conference is ten minutes from now. It's probably too late to intercept the information now. We have to stop that conference!"

Thinking back to her escape from the strip club, Marina climbed into a heating vent without bothering to get dressed, claiming there wasn't time. Ann said there totally was time, but reluctantly followed her mentor naked after she screamed at her to stop being such a brat. "I'm sure we can follow this vent to where they are holding the press conference," Marina said as she crawled on her hands and knees.

Ann, however, had other things on her mind. "This is so fucked up. I'm following my bare assed mentor who is leaking cum out of her pussy. I'm probably pregnant with some random guy's child while you probably got knocked up by my actual boyfriend who I haven't even kissed!"

"These things happen when you're a superheroine," Marina replied as she took a vent to her left.

"Do they? Do they really? Also, when you were on the computer and I was getting double teamed by those two old men, they were talking about how they went to a strip club last night, the same one you were going to for your mission. They claimed they saw a stripper dressed as Pure Maiden get totally naked and have sex with another stripper dressed as me, Chast Lily. Is... that true, Marina?"

"Absolutely not," Marina replied.

"Oh thank god. You having lesbian sex, in front of hundreds of men even, with a woman dressed like me would be crazy. Like, does that mean you want to have sex with the real me? When we shower after working out, are you looking at my pussy? Are you getting sexual enjoyment out of all those full body massages you give me? But luckily, I'm not asking myself those questions because that guy was lying," Ann said with great relief.

"Yeah, like I said, he was totally lying. There were two, not one, strippers dressed like you that I was having sex with in front of several hundred men. Now be quiet, I think we are over the press conference now."

Stunned at what her mentor had just revealed, Ann didn't notice that Marina had stopped crawling and ran her face into her backside, getting some of the cum that had been leaking out of her womb, and likely from her boyfriend, onto her face. Marina peeked through a vent, and indeed she could see a large gathering of the press and Stellar Ventures employees. "Great, you found the press conference, but what the fuck are we going to do about it? With the exception of our masks, we are both totally naked with a healthy amount of cum spread across us. If you had just listened to me and taken the extra three seconds to get dressed, we could actually do something. But no, you said we didn't have time and I had to spend the last 10 minutes watching your perverted fat ass wiggle in front of me," Ann complained.

"Excuse me? Would you rather we get caught by the police? If it weren't for my quick thinking, we would be naked and handcuffed, being paraded in front of the press. But you would have liked that, wouldn't you? Miss hottest superheroine in the city."

"It's not my fault that guys like me, while closeted middle-aged lesbians are the only ones lusting after you. Also, if you don't think I'm so hot, why were you playing hide the clit with your tongue with that stripper dressed like me?"

"Damn it, Ann, will you fucking listen to me? There were two strippers dressed like you that I had sex with! Not one!"

Just then, the sound of straining metal put both naked heroines on alert and suddenly the vent they were in gave way and sent both women crashing down onto the stage the press conference was being held at. Marina got to her feet, but her head was still spinning. Slowly she realized she was standing in front of a large crowd of the press, with countless cameras pointed at her totally naked body that still shone with cum.

"I... I know you might be a bit shocked to see me and my less attractive sidekick standing before you fully naked, with questionable white liquids leaking out of our... orifices. But that isn't the real story, trust me. What is, is that Stellar Ventures..." the superheroine started to say.

"Marina our..." Ann said, but Marina ignored her sidekick.

"Stellar Ventures has been working to embarrass hard working superheroines like myself by acquiring compromising information about me!"

"Marina! Listen, our..." Ann tried to speak again, but her mentor still ignored her.

"Yes, the information they got may be true, but it's still shameful they felt the need to acquire it. And so, rather than have them ultimately release it, I'll tell you what happened myself and own it, like the strong female hero I am! Several nights ago, while breaking up a weapons deal, I almost suffered a slip of an areola which may have been witnessed from a distance by a homeless man. There I said it. And yes, that was very brave of me to say and I do deserve your praises."

"God damn it, you lesbian whore of a heroine! Listen to me! Our mask fell off! Everyone can see who we are! Sorry, Mom and Dad!" Ann said angrily and still very naked. Marina felt her face, confirming her mask was indeed gone. There was still a fair amount of cum, though.

"It's Marina Jackson, the reporter from Channel Five news. She's Pure Maiden!" Someone from the crowd exclaimed.

"Excuse me! Kristen Sawyer, Channel 17 news. When you were going down on me as Pure Maiden in my apartment, how many fingers were you using cause I haven't cum like that since college. Maybe you could show me again tonight?"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Ann said. "I lost my virginity, probably got impregnated, watched you get impregnated by my boyfriend, and now my cum stained pussy is all over the news because you were worried this company might tell people that a homeless man said he almost saw your nipple?"

Marina turned to her sidekick. "Yes?"

"Just so you know, we were actually going to announce a new line of superheroine support equipment at this press conference. We don't know anything about this homeless man you speak of," a man on the stage said.

Ann stood silent, looking like she might fight Marina right then and there. But instead, she turned to two men standing on the stage. "I need a couple of hard, fat dicks in me right now. You two, follow me," she said, grabbing them and heading off stage.

Marina stood there as hundreds of cameras continued to film her and her body. "What are you going to do now, Marina?" A reporter shouted over the sounds of the cameras.

"Well... I've tried this virgin purity thing for the past 12 years. Now that I've given that up, I think it's time to make up for lost time."