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The Rise and Fall of the Queen of Hearts

Copyright© 2013 by Stormbringer

Chapter 10: The Queen Goes Home

Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 10: The Queen Goes Home - The world's greatest superheroine finally gives in to the evil Baron Samedi.

Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Reluctant   Hypnosis   Shemale   Superhero   Cheating   Interracial   Black Male   White Female   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Double Penetration   Size   Big Breasts  

A mile away and hidden half by a cloud, the Queen of Hearts would appear as just a speck to the construction workers. However, her eyes could zoom in on them as if she were ten feet away. She'd come to watch Joe for awhile now. She'd found out where he was working from his parents. He had a construction job and was currently on the roof of their current project, hammering away at the shingles. He looked good. Very fit, not much different at 23 then he had at 18 when they were together.

She'd followed him for awhile now like an unseen spy satellite in the sky. She followed him home, a nice condo, good for a bachelor. There was no sign of any woman's things in his apartment, he never called anyone or got calls from anyone other then a work mate and his parents. He mostly just sat in his chair, watched TV or played video games. He had a golden retriever to keep him company. Socializing was a few beers with the work crew during happy hour every Friday.

Today was the day she made contact. Olivia flew over to a building near the work site and slowly lowered herself down to an alley. She opened her travel bag and got changed.


"Holy shit! I'm in love," said a construction worker, holding his hand over his heart and beating it.

"Dayumn! I got dis," said the crew's boss, a handsome black man that fancied himself a ladies man.

"Come on Joe, check this chick out. She looks like a fucking porn star."

Joe Hart hammered a nail into the shingle and looked up. His eyes going wide. The woman marching up to the site did indeed look like a porn star. She had on a tight white blouse, stretched out by her large bosom and showing impressive cleavage. She had on a short black skirt that showed off legs accentuated by high heels. Her blonde hair was tied back on her head and she wore dark rimmed glasses over her face. She was the secretary or business executive that would walk into the room and at her bosses insistence, let her hair down, take her glasses off and start undoing her blouse while the male porn star pulled his cock out. "Jesus," muttered Joe.

"Told ya. I never seen a finer looking piece of ass."

"That's my ex-girlfriend," said Joe still staring.

"That is your ex! Now I see why you never got over her. You didn't tell me she was into porn."

"She's not," said Joe. "She's just well developed."

"I don't think she looks like a porn star, she looks like the Queen of Hearts to me," said another crewman.

"All those meteor freaks look like porn stars."

Joe glanced at his colleagues wryly. He turned back and watched his black boss chatting up his ex-girlfriend. His boss looked up at him and then at the blonde and then back up at the roof. Joe stood up. "Hey Hart," yelled the boss. "Someone to see ya."

Joe's heart was beating fast as he climbed down the ladder. Technically he hadn't seen Olivia since she dumped him. He had driven by her parents house dozens of times on major holidays and caught the occasional glimpse of her visiting and of course he kept up on her exploits. He came around the side of the house and approached her. Her lips curled up, the grin spreading across her beautiful face until she was smiling broadly at him. She seemed very pleased to see him. "Hello Joe," she said.

"Olive," he nodded. "Good to see you."

"You too." She opened her arms to give him a hug. He held his arms out, then they fell. Both took a step towards each other then backed off in awkwardness. "You look good."

"So do you," replied Joe. "The same as you did in high school. Well not everything." It was hard meeting the gaze of a buxom woman like Olivia Queen. Every instinct in his brain was trying to pull his eyes down to stare at her cleavage instead. That's where all his coworkers eyes were. Olivia had virtually stopped all work on the house. He'd loved her firm average breasts in high school, but he had to admit the swollen globes of her new breasts were magnificent. He regretted that he hadn't gotten to see them before she dumped him. "What are you doing here?" he asked, both curious and suspicious.

"I've been thinking a lot about you lately," she said after taking a deep breath. "I've missed you a lot since we broke up."

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