PART 9
Soon she was gazing longingly at the nude, soft, succulent slit, the pussy-lips obviously engorged with lust.
'Now…' she said breathlessly, 'you'd better apply some oil to soften up the skin. I want you to massage it in gently…all over my pussy…and my clit…rub lots all over my clit'.
As the doctor went for the oil, Glamour Girl, on the verge of orgasm, noted how nervously she moved—she was as turned on as the superheroine. Soon she was sliding her oily hands all over the slippery, juicy slit, and rubbing her fingers over the enlarged clitoris. Glamour Girl writhed and moaned some more, her pussy molten with sheer desire as her expert fingers pleasured her.
'Quickly, there's a vibrator in that drawer…push it inside me…now!'.
Hardly able to look away, Kunliquer fetched the vibrator hurriedly and switched it on to a low setting. the room was filled with the low hum of the dildo, as Glamour Girl watched her intently, dying to feel it against her.
'Rub it against my clit first. Ohhhhh….yes….now, put it inside me, harder'.
Thedoctor gazed, mesmerised, as the long, thick, pink vibrator parted the pussy lips, and slipped into the hot, pink hole. Glamour Girl cried out as she felt it press against the walls of her pussy.
'Oooooh yesss!….Harder…Yessss! Now touch yourself while you lick my clit', she ordered, panting.
It was at that moment that the Bionic Bimbo decided to set-off the fire alarm.
'DAMN!', yelled Glamour Girl in sheer frustration. 'Quickly - cover me up'.
Kunliquer quickly closed her lab coat, and threw a blanket over the still highly-aroused Glamour Girl just as a group of her employees burst in to take her to safety.
There was no fire, of course, except for the furnace that was still raging between Glamour Girls' legs, especially as the vibrator was still throbbing gently inside her. She lay on the trolley outside the building, dying to get back inside and let Dr. Kunliquer finish what she had started. After all her humiliations, it would do her considerable ego no harm at all to have her pussy licked by such a beauty. Even saying the phrase 'pussy licked' to herself sent shudders of lust through her body.
Paula came over.
'They've nearly finished checking the building, so it shouldn't be long'.
'Just get a move on, will you, you incompetent buffoon'.
Paula was used to such rebukes and ignored it.
'Do you hear a humming noise?'.
'No', said Glamour Girl defensively, almost fainting with desire at the throbbing of the vibrator between her widely parted legs. 'Certainly not. Now tell these idiots to get a move on, or I'll catch a cold'.
Paula walked off suspiciously, noting also that Dr. Kunliquer was sheepishly looking off in the distance, unsuccessfully attempting to act nonchalant.
The Bionic Bimbo now saw her chance. The trolley was sitting at the top of the steep drive-way that led to Glamour Girl HQ. With an evil laugh to herself, she released the brake on the trolley, and gave it a little push. Glamour Girl was so taken up with the continued, tantalising throbbing in her sopping wet pussy that it took her a moment or two to notice that she was in motion.
'Help…quickly…stop this trolley', she yelled.
Paula darted round and made a dive for the runaway trolley, but could not get a proper hold of it. All she succeeded in doing was inadvertently pulling off the blanket that was covering poor Glamour Girl.
'NOOOO!!!!', she shrieked, as the trolley picked-up speed. She was helpless to do anything about it, her legs secured high in the air by the clamps at the side.
The press conference at the bottom of the drive was nearing it's end. as the astonished assembly looked round to see what the commotion was. If they could not believe their eyes, neither could the TV audience having their pictures relayed by the video cameraman.
Here, hurtling towards them was the beautiful, snooty crime-fighter and super-model, flat on her back, stark naked, breasts wobbling like jelly, her legs up in the air, fully splayed out giving a very graphic view of her bald-as-a-billiard-ball pussy, glistening and slippery, with a huge, pink, throbbing vibrator stuffed inside it.
'Help! Help!', screamed the red-faced beauty, as the trolley sped towards them. Power Princess could not believe her eyes or her luck.
'Dirty little b*tch!', she thought.
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