Sue Storm's glistening ruby red lips curled in a pleased smile at the choices before her. They all suddenly seemed appealing to the cheating slut to varying degrees, and she rubbed her horny pussy underneath her now brief mini skirt. Unlike the times prior to this when Sue had tried to ignore the online questionnaire, she was now an active participant in the computerized quiz, and with it, her own corruption. Still, she wasn't sure which option appealed to her the most exactly. She hovered the mouse over the three options, and yet again, to her surprise, the questionnaire made the choice for her.
It was choice B - taking drugs.
'Why the fuck not? A sexy fuckslut like me deserves a hit of blow from time to time,' Sue thought to herself, as hot, steamy memories flooded her mind. She smiled a wicked grin. The wholesome, paragon of virtue that Sue portrayed to the public was nothing more than a cheating, drug-addicted whore behind the scenes. She loved it!
It wouldn't do to keep a stash of drugs in the Baxter Building, Sue had realized after she had almost been caught smoking weed one night, she recalled. Luckily for her, the floozy that Johnny had brought home that night had been a bit of a hippie hottie and Reed had blamed the aroma wafting through the Fantastic Four home on her. For Sue, though, weed was just something she smoked when she got stressed and nothing more.
Her drug of choice was cocaine.
More and more memories flooded her horny mind, and most had to do with her snorting the white powder. She had learned early on fucking as many lowlife criminal scum as she did, that drugs were always easy to come by and her lovers made sure to spoil her rotten with powder.
Suddenly, Sue inhaled sharply as she recalled herself lewdly bent over a table at a drug dealer's crib. It was at an after-party, and she was dressed to the whorish nines. She could picture herself like it was yesterday. A muscular black stud was running his strong hands all over her sexy body, playing with her tits, squeezing and fondling her nipples through the spandex material of her skintight dress. Sue had moaned out in approval, before she returned to the four lines of coke that had been cut especially for her.
She had a one hundred dollar bill rolled up in her hand. She took it, lowered herself even more and snorted the first line into her nose. The drug hit her instantly, and in her daze, she simply allowed her miniskirt to be hiked up over her round ass and her perfect legs be spread wide apart. Sue had been vaguely aware of what was about to occur behind her, but in the meantime, she only had eyes for the coke in front of her. She bent down and inhaled the third and forth line like a seasoned pro. She gazed forward and caught her glassy, bleary-eyed reflection in a mirror. Her blonde hair was big, her makeup was thick and slutty and she wore a skintight spandex mini dress. She looked like a whore. She felt like a whore. She was a cheating, drug-addicted whore and she fucking loved it!
Her train of thought was punctuated when she felt the stud behind her ram his rock hard cock into her pussy. She screamed out in blissful pleasure, arching her back to thrust out her tits. Soon, she was panting and moaning out like a bitch in heat, as she was fucked by some adonis she had just met earlier that evening. Still, she wasn't complete. She was missing something. Sue glanced down and saw the last line of cocaine she had yet to inhale. She looked up and sneered spitefully at her reflection. What a stupid, drug-addled bitch she had been! Here this stud had gone to the trouble of cutting out the four lines of the finest cocaine, and she hadn't taken them all. She humped back at his hard cock, an active participant in the stud using her like the whore she was, and through it all, she lowered her head once more and brought the C-note to her nose. She inhaled sharply, and that, along with his immense shaft, was too much for the slutty Invisible Woman.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train, and she wailed out in high-pitched wanton screams as the mixture of the drugs and the fucking ravaged her normally keen mind.
That hadn't been the first night that she had been fucked on drugs, and it wouldn't be the last.
Sue's drug of choice may have been cocaine, but she certainly never limited herself to just that. She also favored the hottest party drugs. Usually, Sue took those when she went dancing in the hottest clubs in South Beach, Rio, Ibiza, Berlin or Amsterdam. She made sure she always wore some kind of disguise to not be recognized. Usually it was a neon-colored shoulder-length wig with a thick shelf of bangs and sunglasses. Sue also wore the briefest of latex. She smiled to herself, at her reason for this. In no way would anyone connect the hot, drugged out slut at the club with the pure and saintly Invisible Woman.
Sue had always planned it so well, too. She would seek out conferences, charitable events or speaking engagements in areas close to these cities that contained some of her favorite clubs, and by day she would be the normal, boring Susan Storm-Richards. The night, though, belonged to Slutty Susie, always with her lowlife lovers in toe, as well as any hot, sexy party sluts they could find and fuck.
Susie felt more and more of her juices coating her hand as she continued to masturbate her pussy, and she would have continued her wonderful trip down memory lane, when she heard another prompt from the computer. Susie stopped rubbing her pussy, taking time to read what her beloved online questionnaire had asked, and brought her wet, sticky digits up to her mouth and started to lick her fingers clean.