SuperVautica

Lori was a bank manager in Dallas, Texas. Twenty nine years old and married, she was naturally blonde and highly attractive.

Although well known by her peers as a far right Republican, Lori secretly wore skirts with no underwear to work. The reason for this was not sexual, but instead it enhanced her work skills. Interacting with people without panties under her skirt was a psychological 'trick' she used to stay super focused on being stern and being able to make tough decisions. It also motivated her to keep the 'true self' of her insecure personality well hidden.

Below is an artistic depiction of the fictional character "Lori."

While Lori was physically highly attractive, she also had a superiority complex, but constantly denied it. She saw herself as 'above' others. At work, she had crafted for herself an image of being the cruel, untouchable boss who didn't respond well to criticism.

Lori was in fact a narcissist. Although she made a strong effort to present herself as flawless and confident, she was secretly insecure about gossip in the workplace. She was also very, very gerophobic, constantly using hand sanitizer and refusing to shake hands with people.

Needless to say, Lori's co workers regarded her as a narcissistic far right witch.

But, even a cold narcissist still has sexual desires. After work at home with her tall, muscular husband, Lori demanded to be 'power fucked.' She rode him in a non personal reverse cowgirl position.

Lori moaned loudly, as if purposely trying to wake up - or arouse - the neighbors.

"Fuck me faster!"

They continued to fuck for about a half an hour.

Lori faked an orgasm, but was extremely turned on by her husband's manly reaction.

Her mouth was wide open, accidentally spitting while shouting and repeating, "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" Her husband, who was using a condom, ejaculated while holding on to her breasts. Then, they deep kissed.

After sex, Lori walked to the kitchen to make a low calorie salad. Her husband, on the other hand, simply fell asleep in bed, exhausted from the intense power fuck.

A day later the central air conditioning had stopped working. It was the middle of a hot Texas summer. Lori and her husband were sweating like crazy.

Bruce and Chuck were the central air workers sent over to her house to fix the problem. Bruce was tall, about the same size as Lori's husband, but much more bulky. Chuck, on the other hand, was fairly small for a man - shorter than Lori, who was 5'6".

Lori was unapologetically rude to them.

"Take off your shoes, both of you, and you both stink, don't you ever shower!"

"I think we have a problem," said Bruce.

"What!" snapped Lori.

"We forgot to bring the parts for replacement."

Lori threw her hands up into the air, "Are you idiots mentally challenged or something?"

Chuck quietly thought to himself, "Bitch I'd like to slap you across the head!" Of course, he didn't do it and wouldn't say it out loud.

At the bank, one of Lori's female employees walked into her office and placed a dirty plastic box onto her desk.

Lori looked at her as if she had a turd on her head.

"What is that?"

"There was a derilect man sleeping on the chairs in the waiting area."

"And that interests me... how??"

"He left that behind when security escorted him out."

Lori looked at the box, which had unidentifiable stains on it, and then looked at her employee.

"Remove it, you imbecile."

After it was removed, Lori put on a pair of rubber gloves and wiped off her desk with a cleaning chemical. She threw the gloves in a garbage can and used hand sanitizer, even though it wasn't necessary.

Just minutes later, a derilect man knocked on the door of Lori's office. He was presumably the owner of the plastic box which had been disposed of.

"Excuse me ma'am, have you seen my box? It has my food and medication in it."

Angry and frustrated, Lori yelled, "Security!"

The two security guards quickly arrived to her office.

She smiled sarcastically, "How are you guys? You can start looking for a new job. Get out of here!"

This time the police removed the derilect man from the bank, but not before he spoke his mind.

"Your shit stinks too, you know, stuck up..."

"Blah blah blah. Your precious box is out in the trash. Maybe if you're lucky you'll find a half eaten fish sandwich. Get out of here already!"

"BITCH!"

She used her hand, opening it to signal her words, "Blah blah blah!"

Unexpectedly, Lori felt dizzy. She walked to the washroom, closed the door, and splashed water on her face.

"Come on, snap out of it."

She looked in the mirror and didn't like what she saw. Her face appeared distorted. It was only an optional illusion but very frightening.

Lori's reflection slowly morphed into the abstract face of another woman. The woman's face was impossible to describe. Time seemed to 'stretch' out to a point where Lori could no longer tell how fast or slowly time was moving. The woman's hands reached out of the mirror and touched Lori on the cheeks, examining her face, and penetrating deep into her brain.

Lori was terrified.

"Who? Who are you??"

The woman, clearly from another world, spoke to her in a mysterious language. Although there was no way to exactly translate her words into any human language, what she spoke to Lori is roughly the equivalent of:

"My name is SuperVautica. I am of a realm that your tiny, one dimensional mind is incapable of comprehending."

Lori stood still, not daring to move, as SuperVautica completely engulfed her physically, psychologically, neurologically, and sexually.

Suddenly, Lori's heart started pounding, and she could feel every beat like a drum. She felt a wave of mixed emotions as if her feelings had malfunctioned and blended together. Fear, anger, sadness, and happiness all rolled into one, but eventually levelled out into a moment of emotional nothingness.

Lori gasped for a very long, very deep breath of air, sexually possessed by SuperVautica.

In a trance, and with her eyes rolling back, Lori had an extremely intense orgasm, as if her climax "switch" had been turned up to the maximum.

Afterwards, she was able to compose her self to a state of normality presentable to her employees. Lori rubbed cold water onto her face, "Come on, come on, snap out of it!"

After work, Lori saw the derilect man outside the bank. She walked to him, stopped, and gave him a one hundred dollar bill.

"Here's a hundred bucks. Buy some food, or some crack. I don't care which."

He gratefully responded, "Thank you."

At home, late in the afternoon, Lori was watching the central air workers Bruce and Chuck. They were finishing the work on the air conditioning of her home.

Lori's husband was not home at the time.

Bruce and Chuck, trying to focus on the air conditioning, were gradually noticing something off about Lori.

"Chuck, you look thirsty, how about you go to the kitchen and have a glass of water," said Lori.

"Bruce, would you come with me, please," she said. Lori took him to her bedroom. He was thinking, "What the fuck, but okay, I will."

She closed the door but not all the way. They were still barely visible from outside the room.

Lori licked Bruce's face and fondled his crotch. He thought to himself, "No fucking way, I must be dreaming."

"Lay down on my bed." As you might imagine, he had no intention of refusing.

She dropped her one piece summer dress, wearing absolutely nothing underneath!

Lori unzipped his pants and pulled them down. She pulled down his underwear and he was as stiff as steel.

She climbed onto him and used her hand to guide him into her wet, married pussy. No condom. No contraceptives. He moaned and had to control himself not to prematurely ejaculate.

"Oh. Oh fuck yeah."

They fucked. Lori demanded a hard fuck and he fucked her hard while slapping her ass frequently.

Chuck, having heard them, peeked into the bedroom and saw them fucking, "MOTHERFUCKER! lucky fucking bastard, how the fuck??"

She yelled wickedly, and noticed Chuck watching them, "Oh yeah!, OH YEAH! FUCK YEAH!"

While holding onto her ass cheeks he came inside of her, "Ohhhhhhhhh... Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Immediately afterwards, Lori put her dress back on, with nothing underneath. Bruce, in a post orgasmic state of shock, was still laying on her bed.

She stepped out of her bedroom and approached Chuck, seeming to torment him, "Oh, no, is somebody jealous?"

Lori took Chuck's hand and took him to the living room, "Sit down!"

She walked around him in circles, over and over, laughing hysterically, "SuperVautica has a need."

Still sitting, Chuck responded, "Super what? Has a need for what??"

Chuck thought to himself, "This bitch is fucking crazy."

Laughing and possessed, Lori continued to walk in circles around Chuck, "SuperVautica has a need. SuperVautica has a need for seed. SuperVautica has a need for seed, a need for seed, a need for seed!"

Lori pulled down Chuck's pants and underwear!

His immediate reaction was a mix of shock and excitement.

She stroked him and went to her knees with her head between his legs.

His voice was an irregular tone, "Ohhhhhhhhhhh."

Lori looked right up into his eyes, and began to suck!

He didn't know if he should be terrified or grateful, but soon he was well on his way to cumming, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, yeaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"Mmmmmmmmm," moaned Lori, as she sucked. This wasn't just Chuck's pleasure. It was Lori's pleasure!

Chuck ejaculated into her mouth, "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Lori swallowed every drop of his DNA.

Thankfully, Lori's husband never found out about her slutty affair.

Late that night, Lori and her husband made love. After, laying beside each other naked, Lori looked up at the glass ceiling. She saw the image of SuperVautica, reached her hand towards the silhouette image, which was smiling at her.

Lori whispered, "SuperVautica."

Her husband, confused, asked, "Super what??"