The Erotic Avengers

Chapter One

The Best End Nuru Parlour, Midland City, 2:12 PM

The massage parlor sat right on the edge of the seedy red light end of town. A nice, well architectured but otherwise bland single storey exterior with a simple sign above the door reading "Best End Massage" gave no real indication of the sizzling interior. This was no ordinary rubdown studio; it was an orgasmic oasis of slip-sliding sensuality. Dim pink lighting glowed from uplighters in the corners, steam curled from discreet vents, and the walls were padded in plush white vinyl that could be wiped clean with a single swipe. A faint scent of cherry, cinnamon, and male and female cum hung in the air.

At the center of it all sat a plush custom Nuru bed with soft inflatable covering, glistening under the low light like an altar oiled up for sexual sacrifice. And on top of it, stretched out like a gleaming sex god carved from bronze and basted in oil, lay the latest client. He was tanned all over and big everywhere. From the thick tree-trunk thighs to the chiseled abs to the veiny, heavy cock twitching between his legs resting in his big shaved heavy balls, already half hard and girthy and leaking. His skin was golden, his muscles tense with anticipation, and his knuckles were white, already gripping the sides of the mattress like he knew he was about to get absolutely annihilated in the best fucking way.

And atop him, sliding over his slick muscled body like a living dream, was Susannah Silk. Completely, gloriously nude.

Her face was a wet dream, her asian beauty present in her pouty lush lips, her delicate nose and the deep dark pools of her big eyes. Her creamy half-Korean skin glistened with a wet sheen of lubricant, which seemed to secrete from every pore like her body was sweating sex. Her big, natural tits wobbled as she moved, high and glossy and perfect, nipples hard and dewy. Her long black hair hung in a damp, slick waterfall down her back, clinging in clumps to her shoulders. Her waist was tight, stomach flat, and her pussy, a smooth, plump, pouting slit already drooling clear syrup, kissed his oiled chest with every slow, teasing grind.

She moved like melted caramel on hot skin, hips swaying with hypnotic rhythm, her lube slickening the contact to pure frictionless bliss. She coiled over him, twisted, let her big glistening tits drag down his stomach and thighs, sliding wetly over his throbbing cock, making it pulse.

"You're already so tense," she purred, breath warm against his neck as she slithered up his torso, her tits grazing his nipples, her pussy leaving snail-trails across his abs. "Let me help you with that, baby."

He groaned, one hand twitching toward her hip before sliding right off; of course he couldn't grip her. Nobody could. She was too slick, too supple. His cock, thick and hot and leaking precum, twitched against her inner thigh as she ground her pussy lips just above it, painting it with the glaze of her anticipation.

"Oh, baby," she whispered, her voice wet velvet, "you're getting close, huh?"

Her nipples dripped onto his chest in steady, glistening droplets, each drop laced with sweet-slick aphrodisiac. Her pussy lips left glimmering streaks up and down his cock as she moved, never quite letting him in, but close enough for his tip to kiss her entrance every time she passed.

His eyes were wide. Dazed. Feral.

Sue reached down between them, her lube-slicked fingers stroking the thick length of his shaft, pumping it with one hand while grinding her glossy cunt up and down his pelvic bone, her body never breaking rhythm. The squish of her wetness against his cock was a loud, obscene, erotic symphony.

"You want inside me, don't you?" she murmured, lips brushing his ear. "Want to feel how deep you can slide in, see if you can stay in when I'm this slick? Wanna smash my womb right in with that huuuuge cock?""

He whimpered. She smiled.

"Good," she said, positioning herself. "Because I'm so fucking ready to be filled."

She lifted her hips; her perfect, glistening, dripping pussy hovering just above the head of his throbbing cock. Her body hovered for a moment, a goddess sculpted from satin and slick, every inch of her glistening with the kind of unnatural, erotic sheen that made even angels drool. The head of his cock pressed against her slippery folds, already soaked and eager, nudging at her swollen cunt like a battering ram.

And then she slid down.

Her pussy opened for him like a wet, greedy mouth, the lube coating his shaft and her insides so thoroughly that he sank in to the hilt in one long, unbroken glide as her cunt swallowed him whole with a juicy, obscene squelch.

"Fuuuck," he groaned, every muscle in his body seizing as she seated herself fully, ass planted on his lap, his cock pulsing deep inside her. "You're like... oh god, you're like a fucking Slip-N-Slide for my dick..."

She giggled a soft, breathy, sex-drenched giggle before she started to move.

Up. Down. Swirl. Grind. She didn't bounce. She flowed over him, her body a river of liquid motion, her slick thighs spreading as she rotated her hips, twisting and milking his fucking enormous rock hard cock from every angle like she'd been built to fuck exactly this way. Her tits jiggled and shimmered with every movement, fat, firm glossy orbs slapping softly against her chest and leaving wet prints across his pecs. Her ass clapped in slow, syrupy slaps as she rode him with total control.

"Oh yeah," she purred, licking her lips as she circled her hips and felt his cock press against her slick inner walls just right. "You feel that? That's the Best End Experience, baby..."

He tried to respond, but all he could manage was a strangled grunt and another twitch of his hips. She clenched her cunt, the walls contracting around his shaft just a bit, and his eyes rolled back. She sped up. Faster. Harder. Wavy, liquid rhythm turning into a slick crescendo of wet, lewd thrusts as she fucked him utterly senseless. Her body sang, dripping, squelching, and his cock was drowning in her tight, warm, endlessly lubricated cunt. Sue reached down, rubbing her clit in rapid wet circles as her client's thick cock punched into her sweet spot.

Her back arched as she came, feeling like a drawn bowstring, eyes slamming shut as her orgasm ripped through her with wet, explosive force. Her pussy clamped and squirted, spraying slick sweet smelling cum all across his cock, balls and thighs with trembling spasms. But that wasn't all; her body went into full blown slick orgasmic overdrive.

Her nipples fired streams of thick, glossy lube jetting straight onto his chest and neck like twin erotic fountains. Her pussy gushed, a high-pressure squirt that splashed down their thighs and soaked the mattress. Her tight sensitive asshole trembled and convulsed, spraying another hot squirt of clear, slippery fluid across her client and the mattress as her whole body turned into a gloriously overloaded hose of sensual release.

The guy was moaning, writhing, cock twitching dangerously, utterly soaked in her, the sweet pheromone scent of her release spurring him in as he fucking jackhammered into her harder and harder. Sue pushed against him, taking control of the pace, and slid up slowly, her cunt dragging against his shaft with squelching, clinging slickness until only the head of his cock remained inside her. She leaned forward, her huge, shining tits hanging just above his mouth like ripe fruit. He shoved his face between them, licking and sucking.

"Not so fast. Ready to finish, baby?" she purred. "I'll fuck the rest out of you with my tits..." She pressed them together, already descending, ready to tit fuck him to orgasm... but it was too late. With a helpless grunt between her tits and a full-body shudder, he grabbed her hips, hands slipping off her perfect skin, and came in her. His cock jerked violently and sprayed deep inside her, ropes of hot cum erupting into her slippery, soaking cunt, filling her up before she could pull off.

Her eyes widened. Her jaw dropped.

"Oh shit," she gasped, hips still rolling out the last few aftershocks of her orgasm, lube still dripping from every orifice. "...Not again."

Her slick walls clamped around him, involuntarily holding tight as his cock pulsed and unloaded, pumping thick, hot spurts of cum deep into her still-twitching pussy. He groaned, head thrown back, completely spent, while beneath them, the massage table creaked in protest beneath the wild tide of fluid, the rivers of ultra slick wetness from her release soaking the inflatable mattress to a slip'n'slide of sex. Too much. Way too much.

SLIP--CRASH--THWUMP.

They slid right the fuck off the table.

The moment his last spurt hit her cervix, the combined flood of her own lube and his creamy donation turned the vinyl-slick bed into a launchpad. Their slicked-up bodies whooshed off the edge, tangled in each other's limbs, and crashed down onto the padded floor with a wet, obscene slosh like someone dropped a fresh-baked lasagna into a kiddie pool full of lube.

"Hah!" Sue laughed, sprawled on her back, legs akimbo, tits glistening, anus and pussy still visibly squirting clear sweet release all over the floor. "Every fucking time..."

The guy groaned, face shiny with tit sweat and hair full of lube, and rolled onto all fours.

"Jesus fuck. I feel like I just nutted into Niagara falls."

"Too wet for you, babe?" she teased, biting her lip as she watched him stagger to his feet, smooth, heavy cock dangling and dripping onto the floor and her body, still wet and twitching.

He laughed, swiping his shirt off the back of a nearby chair.

"Next time I'll bring a snorkel, gorgeous. You gonna be okay down there?"

Sue propped herself up on one elbow, her dark, wet hair sticking to her shoulders like seaweed on a mermaid. She raised one leg casually back onto the massage table, pussy still stretched and full of his load, lips puffed and glistening.

"I'm great, baby."

Then she exhaled. Her inner muscles contracted, and with a practiced little flex, SSHHHHHHHRRRRT. A pressurized jet of cum-lube sprayed straight from her pussy, blasting his cum back out in a clear-white splatter that hit the tile with a cartoonish SPLAT. She sighed as the rest dribbled out behind it, a second, smaller stream gliding down her taint and pooling beneath her ass. She reached down with two fingers and scooped some up, wiping it on her tongue with a satisfied slurp.

"Fourth one today," she mused, watching the splooge puddle on the floor with a thoughtful tilt of her head. "Maybe I oughta start using condoms for this shit..."

The hunk dried off his thighs with a towel and pulled on his pants, adjusting his big dick down one pant leg, shoes in one hand, smiling like a man who'd just fucked a goddess.

"Same time next week, stud?" she asked with a wink. He grinned, already backing toward the exit.

"You kidding? You got any free appointments for tomorrow?"

Sue chuckled.

"Check with Bev on the way out, baby."

The door clicked shut behind him.Sue sighed, laying back into the puddle, tits rising with every slow, slippery breath. Her moment of calm was interrupted by the sound of 'WAP' by Megan Thee Stallion, bass heavy and vulgar, coming from somewhere in the room. Her ringtone.

Sue blinked up from the floor, still glistening from head to toe in lube and post-fuck glow, legs spread, tits smashed together, a small waterfall of cum trickling from her puffy pink cunt onto the tile below.

"Where the fuck did I leave my phone," she muttered, rolling over onto her hands and knees, every inch of her absurdly sexy, impossibly slick creamy half Korean skin catching the low studio light like a polished statue of Venus carved by a perverted sculptor. She saw her phone vibrating and blaring under the table she'd fallen off of moments earlier. 'Get a bucket and a mop for this wet ass pussy...' Sue rolled her eyes. "Fine, Megan, you don't need to fucking rub it in..."

Her ass was up now; big, round, and shining, the kind of ass that should come with a waiting list and a warning label. Twin glossy globes, each perfectly symmetrical and beaded with streaks of lube and glistening cream, wobbled with every slippery shift of her hips. Her thighs, pale, creamy and slender, were splayed wide, trembling from the aftershock of orgasm. Her tight little asshole, flushed pink and wet, winked slightly as she tensed to reach for the vibrating phone.

"Hold still, you little bastard..."

She reached out, but her hand slipped off the tiled floor with a squelch, sending her elbow down hard and her tits smacking wetly against the tile, spraying lube around her like a dropped honey bottle. The phone danced away from her like a freshly-caught fish on the deck of a boat, bumping against the base of a towel steamer and spinning toward the corner. Sue lunged and her tits flopped into the side of the Nuru table with a wet slap, her fingers skidded past the phone, and she belly-slid like a naked curling stone straight into the base of the wet bar. "Shit!"

The phone, in the chaos, pinged upward. A perfect arc. A ballerina leap. Twisting in the air as if taunting her. She launched herself backward to catch it. Too late. It bounced and slid back under the table. 'Macaroni in the pot, that's some wet ass pussy...', the phone now vibrated and blurbled in a puddle of mingled lube and cum.

Sue rolled onto her hands and knees again, her nude, slick body shining. Her back arched, thighs parted, and her ass up, two glossy, wobbling globes of half-Korean perfection glistening with lube. She made another heroic dive for the phone and her hand slipped instantly, sending her face-first into the lube-coated floor with a SMACK, her tits flattening beneath her like heavy, wet pillows. Behind her, her legs kicked reflexively, and one foot knocked the phone up into the air. It flipped once. Twice. And then landed dead center between her spread ass cheeks, the rear facing camera perfectly angled as it faced her rear. FaceTime answered automatically, giving the caller a perfect crystal clear closeup view of her puckered, pink, shining anus.

Her executive assistant Malcolm's voice crackled through with horror.

"Miss Silk?! Are you... Oh sweet baby Jesus, is that your butthole!?"

Sue froze in place, still on all fours, ass in the air, as Malcolm's stunned gasp rang through the room. The phone's camera was now fully zoomed on her twitching, glistening, post-orgasmic asshole, the puckered little ring still sticky, shining, flexing as a slow, lazy dribble of cum and lube oozed down her taint.

"Oops," Sue muttered, glancing back between her thighs. "Sorry, Malcolm. Yes. That's my butthole."

"Why am I talking to your butthole!?!"

She grinned.

"I'm still recovering from my last massage session," she said casually. "Four different fucking guys nutted in me this morning, and as if that wasn't crazy enough this one girl tribbed me so hard she squirted up into my pussy. That was so hot that I squirted back into her pussy, then she squirted back up into my cunt again, and it all kinda mixed. I'm talking like a bartender at a cocktail lounge, but with pussy juice. How fucking hot is that?"

"This is all very... uh... detailed, miss Silk, but do you think you could, I dunno, move the phone while we talk, maybe to your face?"

"Oh right, sorry Malcolm. I forget sometimes you're gay. Hey, are you a top or a bottom?"

She reached back, gripped the phone, and tried to flip it around, but her fingers were too slick. It squirted from her grasp, bounced off her thigh, and splashed into the puddle of cream below her, face up. "Oops, sorry again. That's a... wow, that's a lot of cum."

Sue sat up, one leg still spread over the bench, and reached down again, this time grabbing the phone between her dripping thighs, the screen smearing with fresh lube and cum as her pussy squished down onto it. Malcolm's POV was a close up of her pussy, wet lips tight around the phone, the tops of her tits visible and her face, slick and sweaty and apologetic looking down at him.

"Sorry about the mess," she said as a fat glob of post-creampie slick slid from her cunt and splattered wetly onto the screen, blurring Malcolm's expression, but not his POV.

"I'm... uh, I'm a switch but, you're, you know what, never mind, Miss Silk, not that I have anything against your pussy but we have bigger fish to fuck. You're supposed to be at Loveslick HQ like an hour ago! The Vibro Suit product launch is in thirty minutes! The press is in the atrium, and the board members are circling like sharks!"

Sue tilted the phone, trying to see through the cum smear.

"Oh fuck, that's today?" she groaned, still seated spread-legged, dripping down her ass and calves.

"Yes! You have to get over here! You know the board has been angling to get rid of you. If this launch doesn't go exactly to plan they'll have all the ammunition they need!"

Sue rolled her eyes.

"Fuuuuck. They're gonna eat my ass for breakfast." She spread her glossy, glistening cheeks wide with both hands, pulling apart her cum-slicked crack and giving Malcolm a full, twitching view of her asshole, still flushed and shiny, a tiny drop of lube hanging from the edge like dew on a flower.

"See? Breakfast."

Malcolm cleared his throat.

"Not bad but, look. Just. Get. Here."

Sue chuckled.

"Hold down the fort, Malcolm. I'll be there in twenty."

Then she lowered the phone, dragged it deliberately across her pussy lips, pressing it right to her still-leaking entrance like a vibrator, and splooged a little more onto the "call end" button. Sue grunted as she scrambled upright, bare feet sliding comically on the floor as her body gleamed, tits still swaying, thighs dripping, her glistening pussy sloshing softly with every step as more leftover cum and lube leaked freely down her legs.

"God, I'm a fucking walking slip hazard," she muttered, swiping her hand over her inner thigh, and succeeding only in redistributing the fluids. She stumbled to the door, slapped the handle, and pulled it open.

The waiting room beyond was small, softly lit, and impossibly awkward. Three men and two women sat in a row of armless, vinyl chairs, each of them staring at Sue as she sloshed on in, naked and dripping. They were all dressed in extremely skimpy robes or small fluffy towels not designed for body coverage, with flushed cheeks and several visible hard-on's.

At the front desk sat Sue's 'other' assistant, Beverly, every inch the t-girl wet dream; her huge bleach-blonde bimbo hair in a messy ponytail, bubblegum pink lipstick smeared across a pouty smile, huge fake tits like beach balls straining against a microscopic turquoise bikini top, and denim booty shorts so tight they might as well have been body paint and so short as to practically qualify as a thong, the outline of her thick smooth cock clearly visible through the nanometer thin denim. Her long slender tan legs were crossed high, heels kicking lazily, as she flipped through an issue of New Scientist.

Sue gave a wave of greeting, still gloriously naked, her skin glistening, her pussy visibly leaking, her nipples hard and dripping lube with every breath. As she waved, a spray of gloop flew from her hand across the room and splashed into the A1 framed black and white photograph on the far wall of a nude oiled woman with her legs spread wide, hitting her right in the bullseye.

"Hey, everyone," she said brightly, giving a sloppy squish of a step forward, leaving a shimmering trail of slippery goo in her wake. "Sorry to do this, but I've got somewhere I absolutely gotta be. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to close early."

The group sighed, moaned or drooled. One guy visibly gulped. Another blinked rapidly at her pussy, as a slow dribble oozed from her lips and trailed down her inner thigh.