mindbrokensluts: Super girl soared about the city gracefully, keen eyes scouting for any sign of tro
mindbrokensluts: Super girl soared about the city gracefully, keen eyes scouting for any sign of trouble as she surveyed the area from the air. There! Her eyes fixed upon a scene unfolding below her. Two men, one with a gun threatening the other. Textbook mugging. Some opportunist small time thief looking for quick cash. She could handle this in no time. Swooping down she landed between the victim and the mugger with a stern look on her face. “Stop what you are down and drop the weapon!” She commanded confidently. The startled man fired several shots but it was futile, the bullets simply bounced directly off her impenetrable skin. The desperate thief began to run but supergirl effortlessly caught up and took him down in one swift motion. She held tied him up for the police and was about to fly away when the man who she just saved approached her. “Amazing! You saved my life! I don’t know how to show my appreciation. I just opened up a gym in the area, I could offer you unlimited free use of our facilities. Here’s my card.” He offered her a small business card advertising his gym. Supergirl snorted out a laugh before she could stop herself. “I’m supergirl! Why would I need to go to a gym?” Of course the man wasn’t phased. “Well you aren’t the only one with superpowers in this city are you? You still need to keep in shape. Just try it. It’s the least I can do to thank you.” He offered her the card again and she accepted, promising to think about it before she took off once again to fight crime. Go to a gym? He was right though. She wasn’t the only one with powers. What if superman went rogue again? What if…she didn’t want to think too hard about things that could go wrong, but yes she could take up this man’s offer. In fact it would be rude to ignore it. So the next day she turned up at the gym, in costume which garnered a few stares from other at the gym. Of course it wouldn’t work to turn up as her alter ego and ask for a free work out. Still she felt a bit weird. The man seemed very pleased to see her, welcoming her in with a friendly smile and showing her to the equipment. Looking around she was surprised to see entirely women at this gym. Young, attractive women in fact. It was quite noticeable actually, most gyms she had seen on TV had at least one obsessed bodybuilder or pervy guy who just wanted to stare at women as they worked out or something. Then again this was real life so she tried to put it out of her mind. Of course young women were the kind of people most likely to use a gym, it was obvious. Starting with a treadmill she decided to work out her legs. She went through the settings and turned everything to max. Hopefully this would be some kind of workout, after all she did have super powers so no normal machine would be able to tire her. As she ran, she felt a cool gush of air from a small vent nearby. It was refreshing and she inhaled deeply, noting a faint scent in the air. Something sweet…hmm…what could it be? Sugar? Bubblegum? Fruit? Cola? She couldn’t tell but it was nice to just keep breathing it in. Running along at a constant pace, one foot then the other. Repetitive plodding of her feet combining with the other sounds of rowing machines and weights clinking and everything blurring into a mind numbing sound that drowned out her thoughts. She barely noticed when hours passed. She had been running for ages just breathing in the lovely scent and staring ahead blankly. It was so easy to slip into a trance in this place. She decided that was enough for today and thanked the kind owner, assuring him she would come back soon. The next day she did exactly that. It had just been so good to destress and take a break from hero work and the tedious work of hiding her real identity the rest of the time. She just needed a break. Needed to come here and get on the treadmill and just let her mind turn off for a little while. Yes just stop thinking and relax. She was already running again. Her mind was already slipping into the pleasant hazy trance she experienced yesterday. She inhaled deeply again, taking in the fresh air that was blowing into her face. The sweet smell was there again…or was it a different one? She still couldn’t quite figure out what it was but it didn’t matter. She let her thoughts drift away and just ran. Faintly she heard the owner of the gym whispering into her ear. ‘It’s so hard being a superhero’. ‘Thinking is stressful’. 'You would rather be sexy’. 'You want to make men horny’. 'Your mind is getting weaker’. 'You should be wet and ready to fuck’. She wasn’t sure if he was really there next to her or not. Her head was too numb and she couldn’t stop staring blankly ahead as she continued to run in a total trance without stopping. She kept coming back to the gym. It was so hard being a superhero and this was such a nice way to relax. She didn’t have to think. It wasn’t long before she started getting distracted when she was keeping the city safe. She would rather be at the gym. Of course she didn’t mind when she got to save a cute guy and he would stare at her. It never occurred to her before how much guys actually stared at her. She was a world famous superhero who just saved their life but they still only saw her for her great physique and bouncy tits. It was insulting but at the same time she secretly enjoyed it. She loved when they stared at her tits. Loved that look of lust in their eyes. She was a strong independent woman but they didn’t care. They wanted to grab her and fuck her right there in the dark alley where she just saved them. Just thinking about it made her bite her lip and squeeze her thighs together nervously. Damn, she shouldn’t be out fighting crime like this. She felt herself start to drip through the pants of her suit. It would be embarrassing if a wet spot showed up as she was fighting crime. The criminals would immediately know what she was thinking about. They would know she was horny and needy and ready to be stuffed. They would look down on her! She would be the dumb slut who couldn’t control her horny hole. It would be humiliating and pathetic…and so hot. Ugh! She really needed to get these thoughts out of her head before she ended up doing something crazy. Her days quickly blurred into a mix of gym and distraction. She was barely doing any hero work now, most of her time out saving people was spent rubbing herself through her suit imagining how her last act of heroism could have turned out. Wondering if anyone had noticed how hot and desperate she was. It was getting hard not to just grab a guy and fuck him. She had super powers after all, but no. She would rather he fucked her. How could she make it clear that she was weak and men could just ram their cocks in her when she was known for having incredible superpowers? It’s frustrated her, until one day at the gym the ideas popped into her head. She should modify her costume. It was silly that so much of her body was covered up. Since she spent so much time at the gym in her costume now it should be more like what the other girls at the gym wore. She should be more like the other girls at the gym. They all looked similar. Not many clothes, showing lots of skin, thick lips, blonde hair, big tits, blank, dumb, ditzy, horny…in her distraction she had already cut of most of her suit. Trying it on now the fabric barely covered her breasts and ass. She looked like a slutty, cheap version of herself. Something whores would dress up in when they role played as supergirl. That gave her an idea! That night she tried something a little different. Instead of the usual trip out to fight crime (and masturbate as she had been doing recently), she dyed her hair a more bimboish shade, put on plenty of makeup and topped her new look of with some high heels to perfect that slutty look. It was kind of a strange thing to do, before it would have seemed completely unthinkable to her but tonight she was just so excited about it and couldn’t resist. This idea she had made her pussy leak like never before and she tried not to drip through her panties as she walked to the street corner where she would act out the depraved new idea. With her new look people wouldn’t recognise her as supergirl. They would see the slutty outfit and think she was a dumb hooker trying to look like supergirl and then guys would stare at her even more and maybe even ask her for sex. She didn’t plan to actually be a prostitute of course. It sounded incredibly hot and sexy and just the idea was making her shiver and want to slip her fingers into her greedy cunt and cum right there in the street corner but she couldn’t. It was so wrong. No matter what she felt, how wet and needy she couldn’t do that. Wouldn’t. She kept telling herself. She kept telling herself that, right until she was stepping into the guys car. She recognised him and giggled in joy. The man from the gym! She was super excited to see him. He was super cute and she really wanted him to fuck her tight holes and fill her with cum. “How much for a blowjob, slut?” He asked, confidently. At first she was confused. Didn’t he recognise her? She was in the gym every day, surely he knew she wasn’t actually a hooker! This was just a bit of fun. She giggled and smiled but he didn’t seem to be joking. So she figured she would respond and see if he was serious. “Oh um…ten dollars I guess!” She giggled. That was, like totally cheap. Only a cheap hooker would sell her body for that price. He must recognise her. Instead of laughing he simply pulled out ten dollars from his wallet and gave it to her, then unzipped his pants expectantly. Supergirl was still giggling nervously. This wasn’t a joke. Did he really not recognise her? Did he think she was really a cheap hooker? That’s so…that’s so…so hot! She wanted to say offensive or wrong or horrible but the only word that came into her head was hot. He saw her every day, she saved him once. He knew her as a powerful superhero but now he wanted her to suck his cock for ten dollars? She should beat him up for that but it just made her so fucking horny! It was so naughty pretending to be a hooker. Pretending to be no more than a dumb over sexualised facsimile of the superhero she once was. She looked so dumb and slutty that people would genuinely think she was just some cheap hooker, never thinking she was in fact supergirl. She bobbed her head up and down his hard cock, lips wrapped tightly around the shaft, sucking and slurping eagerly. Fingers buried in her hot, wet cunt as she worked her little whore mouth along his throbbing cock like a worthless fucktoy. She came around her fingers and squealed around his cock in joy. The idea to dresss up as supergirl was totally working. It would definitely bring in more clients. It was so fucking hot being a hooker. She couldn’t imagine having any other job. As the man’s cum spurted down the back of her throat, coating it in sticky semen the memory of being supergirl faded from her mind entirely and she began her new life as a cheap street whore. Here is the supergirl story that anon was looking for. -- source link