Hero at Night, Slut all the Time

What I did know was I was exhausted. The hero had changed all aspects of my life. What else could she could even do? I laid down and closed my eyes.

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Slut 4 Justice arose and thought, for the first time, how jealous she was of the day Jennifer just had. It was filled with fucking and exposing her body. And at the end of it all, she never even thanked the hero. Unfortunately for the hero, the night she had planned wasn't going to match the orgy of a day that Jennifer had just had. But there would be some fun.

Heading out into the city, she climbed up a luxury apartment complex to a place belonging to Tony Fields, the man she had determined to be the head of the crime organization in this city. She found her way into a window and slipped into the apartment. As soon as she was inside, the lights turned on, and a man was holding a gun pointed toward her. The hero raised her hands and stayed still. "Tony Fields, I assume," she asked.

The man looked to be in his fifties. "Yes, and I know who you are Slut 4 Justice or whatever ridiculous name you have. Are you here to kill me," he asked.

"Have you heard from the news report or any of your men about me killing anyone? In fact, you've probably been hearing about me doing something very different with your men."

"So why are you here."

Slowly dropping her hands, the hero pulled down her thong bottoms and exposed her pussy to the crime boss. "To give you the son you've always wanted. I'm here to get impregnated by you," she informed him.

The older man put his gun aside and started approaching the young woman. "In exchange, you will tell your men to stop perpetuating violent acts on the citizens of this town. You can keep up your smuggling and other money-making acts, but not at the expense of people's safeties," she said, pulling her top off.

"How do I know you'll get pregnant tonight," the boss asked.

"You won't. I'll be coming by every night to get inseminated by you until I'm knocked up. And probably for a while after that, as I want to maintain a good relationship with the father of my child. Now, no more words. Only fucking. Get your dick out and sit on the couch," she instructed him.

He didn't question a superhero breaking into his home to get impregnated by him anymore and sat on the couch fully naked as instructed. She straddled his lap and directed his cock into her pussy. A cock she knew she would become very familiar with for probably the rest of her life. The bare cock rubbed all of the right places inside her, and the first thrust sent a pleasurable shiver up her spine. "Shit, you're going to make me cum so fucking fast," the hero complained. The crime boss started pinching her nipples which sent electricity into her body from her tits. The bastard knew how to tease a woman.

She got to work pumping the cock with her pussy. This was so fucking crazy. It was like she had a loaded shotgun in her pussy that was going to go off at some point. But rather than bullets, it was filled with sperm. When this guy cums it will forever change her and Jennifer's life. And that made the sex that much hotter. The texture of a bare cock was so much better than a condom. She could feel the head of his cock pumping inside her. The flood of pleasure built up inside her, and the cock kept threatening to release it.

She thought about his sperm being released into her unprotected pussy and finding her eggs. She would be with child soon, all due to this night. That thought broke the floodgates, and she underwent a wet orgasm, made even messier by the large amount of cum the mob boss poured into her womb. She kept pumping him until she was sure every drop of cum was in her. She had done it. She had gotten creampied and probably impregnated.

Or at least if not tonight, then soon. The hero stood up and watched the sight of her cream-filled pussy. "I'll see you tomorrow night. Make sure you save all your cum for me." She threw her clothes on and left the building. She headed back to the apartment. The night was young, but she knew she needed to give control back to Jennifer. She would need this time more than her. She lay on the bed, closed her eyes, and gave control back.

I popped up and examined my pussy. It was still leaking the cum of that crime boss that Slut 4 Justice freely let be deposited into our pussy. I was going to get pregnant. Pregnant with a stranger's baby. Even if I went out and found some emergency contraception, she would just do the same thing the next day. Eventually, she would win out. I was going to have a crime boss's child. My life was now entirely in the control of this second soul in my body.

"You still haven't realized the truth," the voice of the spirit said, appearing to me again.

"What truth? That you put the soul of a cum hungry slut into me," I said harshly back.

"There is no second soul. I have no power to do that. You and the hero soul are one and the same. Look at what you are wearing," she said.

I looked down at myself and was wearing the tiny costume that Slut 4 Justice wore. "What does this mean," I asked, confused.

"I came to you because you were a soul in crisis. You kept holding back the person you really are so you could live this repressed life of boredom. It was tearing your soul apart. I helped by giving your soul this second personality so that it could live out its true self and do everything you truly wanted to do."

The spirit continued to explain. "Think about the hero's actions. Are they upsetting to you, or are you jealous? The sexual acts you did today. Was this the worst or best day of your life? You and the hero don't need to be separate. You can have it all. You can be a convenience store manager who fucks her employees daily. You can be a stripper with a boyfriend who enjoys the fact that you blow dozens of men at work. You can be a hero that improves people's lives with her vagina. You can be the baby mama of a crime lord. You can be all of that and a single person. You just need to accept it."

I thought about everything I had done. Both as Jennifer and the hero. All of the sexual acts and people I have exposed myself to. My pussy was drenched thinking about it, and I knew she was right.