Sue x John O'Brien

"Hi. I'm sorry, but I'm not taking any meetings today. If you want, you can talk with my secretary just outside and arrange an appointment later, but for now, I'll have to ask you to lea-"

In an instant, the woman's words were cut as if she had never even begun uttering them at all; In less than a second, her attire changed from toe to head. Now shoed with black pumps with unreasonably high heels, a navy blue ensemble of a vest and conservatively long skirt to the point that the edge of it reached the midway of her tibia, a black blouse underneath and, to complete the secretarian set, a pair of glasses that only swelled her bureaucratic beauty. Her long blond mane arranged in a neat ponytail that flew stylishly with her every step, the woman's cautious but courteous smile had turned into a sexy beam as she unconsciously flaunted how white and straight her teeth were.

"Mister O'Brien, welcome back! Shall I make some coffee, sir?" the newly obliging woman offered, her tender voice fawning John's ear.

For a woman of her looks, the life of a secretary was much more fitting than the position of boss. That may have been a sexist thought on his part, but he was rather certain that most men, at least, would agree with his opinion upon seeing the well-sized, bouncing ass pop up and down as she walked to the coffee-maker after he had agreed to her offer via a quick nod.

"I received a call from the marketing department, sir, they were asking whether or not it was alright to serve refreshments for the press during the conference this aftern-"

"Miss Richards, I do believe you're purposely ignoring a great fault of your own, here." He replied, ignoring her words about trivialities.

"W-What might that be, sir?" she asked, turning her head towards him, though leaving her body facing the short table.

Unable to resist the allure of her administrative splendor, combined with the gall of pretending she ignored a fact he had inserted into this reality, John gripped the young woman's yellow ponytail and dragged her around, forcing her to bend over onto the desk she once owned. Surprised and whining, the Invisible Woman offered no resistance against the roughness of the act, even when her employer pushed her down against the surface of the counter.

"For the sake of everyone that works here, I believe it's high time for you to start wearing clothes more fitting of a born whore like you. He said, his free hand unable to keep itself from caressing her rear like a difficultly obtained prize.

"A-AaaAAaaahhh… S-Sir, please, you're hurting m-me…" she squealed, though even her pleading voice bore an innate sexiness.

Ignoring, though difficultly, her sensual plea, John grabbed a pair long scissors that happened to be resting inside a minimalist pencil case right in front of him and viciously dug their metal jaws into Sue's skirt, already cutting a good slice off.

"My secretary should have a skirt that allows all eyes to see her fine legs… as such, from now on, you can only wear skirts of 8 inches. Let's fix this one right now."

In a few quick snips, 80% of her skirt was gone, leaving her with little more than a miniskirt. Ripping away the excess of cloth that hung around her legs, John smacked her juicy ass hard, forcing the sweetest little yelp out of her lips, though she ultimately tried to defend herself nonetheless.

"Stop… I-I'm married!" she screamed, oddly never using her ability to create force fields to push her rapist away.

Ah yes, he had heard about that from some interviews and general hearsay concerning that particular super hero team: She and the leader of their team, Reed Richards, also known as Mr. Fantastic, had been married for a long time. Not that he actually cared about that…

"It's okay, you can stay married, but a good secretary always needs to make sure her boss is satisfied, and that means you'll be my little at-work slut for the rest of your life. Second dress code: When we're alone in the office, you have to let those fat tits loose!"

With a dexterity uncanny for his average build and brawn, John made quick work of the blond bimbo and flipped her body from stomach to back, her legs now dangling off the edge of the desk. Though her primly combed hair was now a bit messy and her sexy glasses a bit offset by the ruckus her body had been put through, the spouse maintained a wonderful loveliness that only served to prompt the owner of Fantastic Enterprises to grab the black blouse under her vest and, once again displaying the kind of strength few mortal men could possess, opened up her chemise as he imposed himself on her, his eyes contemplating the black lace lingerie brassiere the married woman wore. With her breathing cycle counterbalanced because of the rough treatment she had received to end up this way, her already enormous bosoms rose and lowered obscenely as she panted, making for an image John couldn't overlook: He had to rip off that brassiere. Sliding his fingers against the warm flesh hidden in between her spousal udders, he pulled off the brassiere in one quick rip, leaving her chest completely exposed. Before she could protest in a manner that would no doubt give tribute to the stereotypes one would expect of rape victim, John attacked her nipples, pinching them fiercely until she screamed just the way he liked.

"S-StoooAAaawwWWppphhh!!... AaaAAhhii!!" the bitched secretary moaned, her tongue stuck out and her eyes squinted into simple slits as her hot breath reached his neck, encouraging him to double the vigor of his movements.

"Oh my, your nipples are your weak point, aren't they? Answer!" John asked, amused by the married woman's already defeated expression.

"YEEeeeeEESSSHH, THEY aAAaAAARREEE!! P-PLEEEAAAASJJJJEEE…!" she screeched, her gargantuan flesh mounds cruelly massaged into an amalgam of shame and limitless pleasure.

"Probably because you're a mother of two… I'll stop teasing if you do as I say. Got it?" he offered, though still testing every inch of her tits' mushy texture.

"Y-Yessshh!! ANYTHHING HOU WHAAaaAANNTT!!"

He could only barely comprehend the words encrypted in her loud fracas, but the gist of it was just what he wished to hear. Letting go of the woman's sensible breasts, for now, he admired the sweat-covered super-heroine for all her worth before carrying on with his orders.

"Good. Pull down you're your panties, spread your legs and beg me to fuck you."

Though she was biting her lower lip in a clear attempt at both resisting his will and keeping her pants from leaving her mouth, the forcefully aroused woman gathered all her strength to raise her spine slightly for the sole purpose of removing her last remaining undergarment, black lace panties garnished with flower patterns, as she had been told and opening up her legs to offer the best possible view of her goods.

"Haa… P-Please… fuck me… AAaahii… M-Mister O'Brien…" the manhandled mother moaned without meaning a single one of her words.

"Tch… You call that begging? Start over, bimbo bitch!"

To entice better results out of her, John slipped his fingers in between her vaginal lips and grabbed her clitoris, fiercely pulling and twisting it, obtaining the reaction he had expected.

"NGGHHYAAAaAAA!! NNMMAAAHH!! I-I imploooOOoore you, I b-beg of you!! Pllllleeeeeaaaase fuck this h-horny mom hard!!" she screamed, her eyes lost in lust and confusion.

Satisfied with her pleading, John zipped out his recently used cock, taking a second to let Sue admire the span that would ravage her pussy, and proceeded to slowly inch every single bit of his cock into her so she could fully appreciate the new dick that owned her. Her back arched because of the sudden penetration, Sue couldn't hold her screams back, even if it was likely the employees just outside the office could hear. Although he had less than zero complaints against her twat's quality, surprisingly tight for a more of two and glistening in gushing juices that allowed him to slip in and out of her maidenhood unopposed, his hands began tormenting her fat, motherly tits again, much to her distress.

"W-WAAAaaAAAIITHHH!! I d-d-dIIIiddd what you OoorRRRdddeeeRRedh!!!" she screeched as her body was set ablaze again.

"Oh, be serious, now. You're moaning way too loud for you not to be enjoying it. If you admit to be loving it, I'll let your tits alone for a few minutes." He promised, though without really intending to stay true to his words.

Though her hips had begun shaking on their own, a primal, uncontrollable reaction, Sue still remained silent upon the order, save for her many guttural screams and whimpers. Upsetting. As a punishment for her refusal to obey, the new CEO wasted no time and twisted her nipples as much as his own articulation allowed, twisting half of her breasts themselves and making Sue's resistance fold like a cheap suit.

"HIIIIIINNYYAAAAAAHH!! I'M SHORRY I'M SHORRY!! I-I d-dooOOooo l-looOOve iht!! AAHIIINNN!! P-PleeEEaaaJJJee FHORGHIIIIVE MEEEE!!"

Forgiven, he thought. Heck, with a body like that and an obedience to match, he'd forgive her anything.

Few day later 

"Thank you, sir! B-By the way… is my wife with you? I know she takes her work seriously, but we were supposed to have lunch and I just couldn't get a hold of her…" Reed whined, though an understandable whine.

The swishes and rustles under his desk reacted to that one line with a panicky swirl, though managed to ultimately remain silent.

"Ah, I'm sorry, that's my fault: Business of the utmost importance kept your wife here. Sue performed a task vital to the company, though, so you can be sure she did not miss your date in vain." John assured, randomly choosing to donate 15 dollars to Kitty's feed so she'd stuff the biggest possible dildo up her vagina.

"Oh, good to hear, I was afraid something happened to her. Well then, we'll await your visit. Could you remind Sue to go pick up Valeria's birthday cake on her way home, tonight? Thank you."

Only seconds after Reed had hung up, John similarly shutting the phone off, the latter peeked under his desk.

"Your husband was worried, Sue! You could've given him a call, you know."

Kneeled under the desk and covered in darkness, the Invisible Woman, now as nude as a newborn except for her obligatory glasses, diligently swallowed the cock that had made her a new woman just a second ago, hands grabbing the base and her eyes darkened by a shade of humiliation and defeat. With cum drippiong from her loosened vagina and her hands at the base of his mighty dong, Sue Storm's cheeks were covered in tears, though she simply couldn't keep herself from sucking the delicious organ.

"OmmnNphuu… Mn!!" Sue suckered silently, unable to utter a single actual word with that massive cock in her mouth.

"Right. Oh, Richards also said to go pick up your daughter's birthday cake. That's so cute! You can offer to pay the baker in sex, if you want." He giggled, forcing his cock further down her throat.

"MnNNGhhPPhh!!" Sue coughed, slightly choking on the hot piece of solid meat.