Disclaimer: I make no money from this. Must be 18 years old to read. I do not own or have anything to do with Arrow,or Supergirl, nor its characters especially Oliver Queen and Kara Danvers.
Summary: Oliver has business in National City, home of Supergirl. With Felicity still recuperating from her last ordeal, Oliver is offered Kara Danvers, a.k.a. Supergirl, as his assistant while being interviewed for Catco.
Pairings: Kara Danvers (Supergirl)/Oliver Queen
Codes: MF, Oral
Arrow: Alternative Timeline Part 10 - Arrow Vs. Supergirl
by The Chemist
"All packed sweetie," Helena Bertinelli asked her fiance.
"That's the last of it," Oliver Queen answered, zipping up his last bag.
"I'm sorry I can't come with you," the striking dark-haired woman said.
"I understand love. Your father needs you here for the family business," the heir to the Queen fortune replied, wrapping his fiance in a hug.
"Ready to go Oli...ohhh," Felicity started as she came into his bedroom.
With the bedroom door open, the personal assistant had just walked right in, not thinking that Oliver could be having company. Looking up, she saw her boss and his woman embracing in a passionate kiss with their arms wrapped around one another. Part of Felicity felt regret and longing, wishing it could be her that he was able to show public affection for, but it wasn't in the cards.
"Yes. Tell the Diggles to start the car and I'll be down in a moment," Oliver answered, smiling at her awkwardness.
"Hello Felicity," Helena greeted, her tone warm though still portrayed that she didn't fully trust the assistant around her man, and rightfully so.
"Hi Helena," Felicity smiled as meekly as possible. "Okay I'll go relay the message."
Felicity turned on her heels and sashayed herself out of the room, her high heels making her juicy legs look even better with her short-cut dress. Both Oliver and Helena stared at her fantastically large yet toned ass as it swayed side to side until she turned the corner and vanished from sight.
"I'm surprised Felicity isn't going with you," the dark-haired woman spoke. "I thought she was your shadow."
"Normally she is but our last business trip to Russia didn't sit well with her and she needs some personal time," Oliver said.
Felicity had been the prize of a poker game and shared between 4 horny men who used her body relentlessly until they were done with her. The highlight was the big booty girl taking two cocks simultaneously in her asshole, which felt okay at the time but had greatly inconvenienced her since. Even after a week she was still struggling to sit comfortably so a plane ride to National City was not a good idea for her.
"No me or Felicity, how on Earth will you survive," Helena mock-pouted.
"You forget that National City has their very own superhero," the man replied. "If I'm not safe in the presence of Supergirl then where can I truly be protected. Anyway, I have to run babe. I'll call you when I land."
* * *
The ride to the airport had been uneventful, as had the flight to National City, which was best known as being the home of Supergirl. Due to his good looks, poise in front of the camera and that fact that he was the future CEO of Queen Consolidated, he was the company's public face so when it came time to announce a massive merger, he was called in to perform his duties.
"Good evening Mr. Queen. I'll be your driver for the evening," a large, wiry man greeted him as he excited the company's private jet.
"Excellent," he replied while shaking hands. "Are we going straight to the hotel?"
"Actually, Ms. Grant was hoping to meet you at Catco Worldwide Media," the driver replied as he held the door open for his boss.
Oliver got in the vehicle and seconds later they were pulling away from the airport and heading to the headquarters of the media giant. The fact that Cat Grant changed the meeting place last minute like this told him there must be an issue at the company for her to be required or unwilling to leave, even as the hour was getting late.
Much like Queen Consolidated, Catco's main office was the tallest building dotting the city's skyline. The two companies shared a lot in common, both starting with one person and blossoming into the juggernauts in their respective fields that they were today. Taking Cat's own private elevator, the billionaire rode to the top floor and found that half the staff was still in the office.
"Something major indeed must be happening," Oliver said as he drew looks.
Cat's office was easy enough to find, after all it was taking up a quarter of the floor plan and it's glass walls showed a massive desk and several huge TV screens behind it. He looked over the staff and instantly recognized the strapping figure of James Olsen, former photographer for the Daily Planet who was headhunted by Grant earlier this year.
As he approached Cat he walked by two small desk flanking the entrance to her office. To his right was occupied by a young, dark-haired man who made him think of Felicity in terms of them being nerdy and good with a computer. But it was the girl on the other side that caught his eye. She had an adorable face, though her fashion sense was rather tame, dressed in a less-than-elegant dress with a purple cardigan sweater overtop.
"You can go on in Mr. Queen," the girl spoke.
"Thank you," Oliver replied as he pushed open the double wide door.
"Oliver Queen in the flesh and blood," Cat Grant commented as she walked around her desk to greet him.
"Cat Grant, looking as beautiful as ever," the businessman replied, not lying in the slightest.
"Well you've been a busy boy, now haven't you Oliver," Cat said with a smile to her guest.
The reason for his visit to Catco was for his exclusive sit-down interview with Cat specifically, taking place tomorrow afternoon. While Felicity was in the gangbang she'd never forget, Oliver had wined and dined Isabel Rochev, CEO of Stellmoor Industries and gotten her to agree to a multi-billion dollar merger that would take Queen Consolidated past Palmer Tech as the largest technology company in the Western Hemisphere.
"You know what they say, idle hands are the devil's playground," he mused. "Now I have to ask, why do you have half your people working on this late on a Thursday night?"
"News never stops," she replied, avoiding the question.
"Cat...I'm giving you the biggest news story in the business sector for this quarter. I think you can tell me the truth," Oliver bantered.
"Okay...my emails have been the victim of a hacker. I have my team working around the clock to discover what they know, who did it and what they will release next," Cat replied, leveling with him.
"Well I'm sorry to hear that," Oliver genuinely, having been on the end of his own scandals in the past.
"Enough of my problems though. We will do the interview at your hotel tomorrow at noon regardless of these other issues. I sent your publicist a list of questions and talking points so it should go well, especially with that face of yours on camera," Cat said. "So head back and get a good night's sleep...or go enjoy National City, whichever."
"By the way, my personal assistant was unable to come with me so I was hoping..." Oliver started before he stopped as Cat spoke.
"And I was so hoping to meet the young woman. I've heard amazing things about her," the CEO commented.
"Which is why I left her behind. Couldn't have you poaching our top talent," the good looking younger man lied.
"I knew you were a smart man," she grinned. "Well I have pressing issues to attend to but I could spare my own assistant. Kara! Come in here please."
Oliver looked over his shoulder and saw the mousy, innocent girl at the desk nearest Cat's office jump to her feet. She instantly reminded him of Felicity, his own dorky yet adorable assistant who he effortlessly turned into a complete and hopeless slut. Kara stood a little taller than her and was less curvy, but had legs that went forever, a tight ass, perky tits and a gorgeous face even if it was wrapped in horrible fashion sense.
"Yes Ms. Grant," she said as she entered the room.
"Kara, this is Oliver Queen. He has graciously agreed to give us an exclusive interview about his merger with Stellmoor Industries. I want you to act as his personal assistant during his stay in National City. If he says jump, you start jumping. Short of murder, you will do exactly as he asks. Understood?"
"Yes Ms. Grant," she replied after gulping down her anxiety.
"Don't worry Kara, I draw the line at assault and maiming," Oliver joked, drawing a loud laugh from the younger girl.
"Oh good, you snorted," Cat rolled her eyes. "Anyway Oliver, I have some business to attend to for the rest of the day but we'll have our sit-down interview tomorrow morning. Kara, a word before you leave."
Oliver nodded his head towards Kara before giving his final greeting to Cat as he exited the glass office. The leggy assistant would do just fine filling in for Felicity and even now his thoughts were swirling about how to get the dorky girl into bed.
"You understand I need you to make him very happy, right," Cat asked her assistant. "He may have given us this exclusive but his newspaper of choice has always been those hacks at the Planet. I refuse to lose him to that overhyped bimbo over there. So treat him like your job depends on it...because it does."
"Yes Ms. Grant. But what about the email hack," Kara replied. "I thought you needed all hands on deck?"
"No offence Kara but I'm not sure how my smart but limited assistant can help. I have James as a mole, Winn on tech and Lucy prepping the rest of the legal team. I have everything covered," Cat answered.
Kara told Cat she wouldn't let her down before marching out of the office and back to her desk. She made a few last arrangements and shuttled the few remaining items on her daily log to tomorrow or off to another of Cat's minions. Done with Catco for the day, she grabbed her purse and met Oliver Queen, her boss for the day, over by the elevators.
"So that did you want to do today Mr. Queen," she asked the billionaire.
Oliver knew it was corny but he had the distinct notion that the dorky girl would love it. Looking over both his shoulders, his contorted his face into a questioning look. "Is my father here?"
Kara was caught off-guard by his question before seeing his chiseled manly face adopt a large smile with his perfect white teeth showing. Kara knew now it was only a joke and she erupted into another series of dorky chuckles that was her tell to her friends when she was digging a guy. Winn sadly had heard that laugh far too often when in the presence of Kara and their good looking friend James Olsen.
"Just call me Oliver...or Oli works too," he added.
"Okay...Oliver," she replied with emphasis. "What would you like to do?"
"I can think of a few ideas," he thought before answering. "Know any quiet places to grab a drink?"
* * *
"This place is great," Oliver commented.
The bar was low key, playing a nice blend of modern jazz that was upbeat but still focused on the music. It was only half-full and there was no media or paparazzi so Oliver actually felt relaxed and able to be himself. Kara hadn't turned out to be as stiff as he feared, showing off her emotional side that wasn't so work-oriented.
"So what's it like having Cat as your boss," he asked her.
"Honestly? It's pretty amazing," she answered, seeing the look of shock on his face. "Don't get me wrong, she's tough but she's a strong female, amazing at her job and able to juggle so much. Cat really is an inspiration."
Before Oliver could reply to her strong statement, he saw someone he was hoping not to run into while in National City. Maxwell Lord, one of the men who absolutely sexually destroyed his Felicity caught sight of him and started walking his way. Out of the corner of his eye, Oliver could see Kara tense as well in his presence, making him curious what issue this mild-mannered girl had with the tech giant.
"Oliver Queen...in my city," Maxwell greeted. "Surprised you had the balls to come here after you went behind my back to get to Isabel."
"I made her the best offer, not my fault she rather deal with a company like Queen. She could probably smell your two-faced tactics a mile away," Oliver spat back.
"Oh and is this your latest fluzzy," Maxwell asked, pointing his chin at Cara before addressing her. "Careful babe, he'll probably auction you off to a sex ring if you aren't careful."
"I'm Cat Grant's personal assistant. You've met me a dozen times," Kara replied, getting flush in the face. "You're dating my sister."
"If you say so," he brushed her off. "Speaking of which, I really should go fuck your sister right now. Maybe put it in her ass, she always screams when I do that. "Oh and Oliver, tell Felicity I say hello," Maxwell grinned.
"Go to hell," the much bigger man shot back as he watched Lord Technology's CEO strut away.
"So I see he gets under your collar as well," Kara commented as she took a strong pull of her drink.
"That guy goes beyond being your typical asshole," Oliver fumed before taking a breath to relax and focusing back on the beautiful girl he was with. "What did he do to you? Story time."
As Kara launched into a tirade about the horrible person Maxwell Lord, Oliver agreed with her but couldn't help but feel she wasn't being 100% truthful. He knew she was holding back bigger truths about him, not what exactly. However, the fact that her step-sister was his fuck-buddy despite knowing how oily the businessman was seemed bad.
"Bartender, another round plus something harder," Oliver called.
"Oh I'm not sure..."
"Kara, if there is anything I've learned in juggling the brutal world of business and my own sanity, it's that you need a release valve. I'm not talking about drinking either, I mean keeping good company," Oliver explained. "I also use mixed martial arts, weight training and parkour as well."
That was not the first time she's heard that speech. Kara wore many hats, which included finding her feet as the public figure of Supergirl, being Cat Grant's closest employee and a rookie member of the secret government agency the D.E.O. With all that pressure, both Cat and James Olsen impressed upon her that she needs to blow off steam.
"What the hell...make them doubles," Kara exclaimed, causing Oliver to smile broadly.
The pair tossed back their shots of the amber-colored fluid before ordering another round. Both Kara and Oliver found themselves extremely loosened up and forgetting all about their unfortunate run-in with Maxwell Lord. However, before they knew it the bartender was coming by and telling them it was last call, right as they were having a great time.
"Um...did you wanna come back to my place for more drinks," Kara asked, longing flashing in her eyes as uncertainty of how to properly seduce a man was draped over her expressive face.
* * *
45 minutes later
The apartment door crashed open with neither Kara or Oliver caring about it. All they could be bothered with was their make out session, which had been uninterrupted since leaving the car, riding the elevator and now roughly pushing open the door. They were so wrapped up with each other that they didn't even notice they weren't alone.
With it being a quiet night on the alien front, Director Henshaw gave his second in command the night off. Hearing the door swing open loudly, Alex Danvers' training kicked in and she ducked down on the side of the sofa, out of eyesight. After being stunned to see her adopted Kryptonian sister in the doorway making out with a complete stranger, she stayed out of sight until the couple stumbled their way into her room and slammed the door shut behind her.
"Was that Oliver Queen," Alex asked herself. "Damn! Good for you Kara."
On the other side of the door, the pair who had only known one another for less than 12 hours smacked their lips together and wrestled with the other's tongue. The alcohol had loosened up the National City girl, not to mention so too did Oliver's practiced flirting. Releasing that sex could be just as important a release as beating up old cars, Kara dove into his embrace and brought him back home.
"Are you sure...mhmmm...this isn't unprofessional," Kara asked between kisses.
Goosebumps were popping all over her arms, not to mention her pussy getting so wet it made her panties feel 4 times as heavy. She was going to hope that Oliver could look past any awkwardness of him technically being her boss so that they could use each other for some relief, but if he needed to have boundaries then she'd respect that too.
"Absolutely not," he rushed in reply.
To stop her from thinking, Oliver leaned down and kissed her neck, sending a plethora of shivers down her back. His hands hands slid up from the small of her back to her shoulders where he dragged the cardigan sweater down her arms until it fell to the floor.
His hands slid back around her until reaching the neckline of her dress. He searched for her zipper to her dress and once found her resumed kissing her lips as he tugged the metallic link downwards. Stepping back so his chiseled chest wasn't pressed against her any longer, Oliver pushed the dress down her body and finally over her hips, it joining the sweater on the ground.
"God, you're gorgeous," he complimented before going back in for another kiss.
"What...me...no...um," Kara started stammering in her adorable way until Oliver interrupted her with another passionate kiss.
"Turn around," Oliver told her.
When the sexy woman hesitated the attractive man clutched her arms and gently spun her around so that her back was against his sturdy chest. Now behind the leggy undercover hero, Oliver bent forward just enough so that he could lightly kiss the side of Kara's neck while he slipped his hand inside her panties before he dipped a finger into her drenched twat.
"Mmmm," Kara moaned, feeling like she could have cum right then and there.
Though her back against him present a challenge, Oliver was skilled enough to unhook the clasp of her bra with his one free hand. Feeling the strain release, Kara shrugged the garment from her chest, throwing it aside, leaving her topless inside her bedroom.
Wanting to thoroughly inspect them, Oliver pulled his hand from her panties so he could capture both her tits in his hands. They were bigger by Felicity's but not by a whole lot, but they fit Kara's body perfectly, her perky twins were a handful with her pokey nipples pressing into his palms.
"You have great boobs," he told the younger woman. His fingertips danced lightly across her nipples.
"Mmmm," Kara moaned again as he graze over one of her sensitive nipples. "Thank you."
He wished he could have stayed fondling her perky chest for longer but he had much more in store for the hard-bodied Catco employee. Still leaving one hand to grope her breasts, the older man spun her back around so he could see her tits end on. She pulled his head down to kiss him once again, but he had other plans. Instead he dipped his head even more so he could take a nipple into his mouth.
"Yes," the naked girl moaned.
The bearded man was now in firm control of their one night stand, something that the nerdy girl from Catco had never participated in. Seizing control, Kara was led backwards from the doorway until they were standing in front of her perfectly made bed. When Oliver took another step and felt the bed hit the back of her juicy legs, he wrapped an arm around her hourglass form and eased her down onto her back..
"Lean back baby," he instructed.
Lowering herself back slowly, Kara stopped when she felt the comfortable mattress against her naked skin. He didn't have to tell her or give her any clues as to what he wanted her to do, instead the blonde automatically lifted her hips as she felt Oliver tug on her panties before instinctively spreading her legs and accepted his face to take up the gap.
Supergirl could feel his methodical tongue trace a line down from beneath her navel to both sides of the thin track of hair she had right above her pussy. Oliver was in no rush and was content to tease his date, as he continued to work his skilled mouth downward with his wet tip brushing the hypersensitive area right beside her slit.
Once Oliver reached her puffy mound and traced its length, he moved his point and middle finger to rest against her dripping entrance. Knowing she was already sufficiently wet, he pushed against her hole until her twat gladly accepted the digits as they disappeared inside her up to his big knuckles.
"Oh my God," she screamed in delight as he began working his digit in and out of her tiny opening.
Oliver kept fingering the wailing blonde for another few minutes and wasn't the least bit surprised to find she kept gushing more and more of her juices onto his fingers. She was responding to everything he did to her lithe body, especially when he multitasked and used his mouth to apply suction over the tip of her pussy before assaulting her clit with his tongue.
Kara's face contorted into a hint of disappointment when she felt the stranger's fingers leave the snug confines of her pussy. However, she was back to her expression of ecstasy when the Kryptonian felt his tongue press against her opening then slip inside. Oli started swirling along the younger woman's inner walls, while he used his fingers to tweak on her sensitive nipples.
"That feels...so good," Supergirl confessed as her large eyes rolled into the back of her head.
Her body began to tremble from the pending orgasm that she knew would be coming in short order. Kara was far from sexually experienced, especially compared to Oliver, but she knew enough to know this feeling. Knowing she was getting really close, Oliver removed one hand from her perky tit and used his left hand to pull apart Kara's pink lips and give him better access to her tasty twat while his right hand went down to his hips and began undoing his belt and pants.
Even from the living room, Alex Danvers could clearly hear the sounds of her adopted sister's panting and the sloppy, squishing sounds that Oliver made while licking her wet pussy. Using his vast knowledge of what moves got the biggest rise out of women on the brink, the Starling City man focused on licking all the spots that were most sensitive. It didn't surprise him then when after brushing her clit with his finger, Supergirl dug her nails into the freshly made sheets and squeezed his stubble-haired face between her milky-white thighs.
"Oohhhh....yesssss....ugghhhhhh," she screamed at the top of her lungs as she had her first intense orgasm in over a year.
Once Oliver had relief from his head feeling like it was in an iron vice, he lapped up every tasty drop of her cum that he could, noting how it tasted different than any other woman he'd been with. Once he was sure that he had every drop he could find, he got back to his feet and looked down on the lying girl. Her youthful tits were still possessing the hardest set of nipples from her first orgasm and her face was the picture of tranquility. He admired her body and face for a moment then stepped out of his pants as it was time to get his dick in her gushing mound.
"Wow, Kryptonians cum hard," Alex thought, now listening right outside the door.
"Feel like going for a ride," Oliver asked as he shed the rest of his clothes.
Kara was going to agree then remembered that she didn't have complete mastery over her alien abilities when under extreme, and foreign, situations. Sex definitely classified as both of those, and considering she nearly made Oli's eyeballs pop out from his head when he was eating her out, she didn't think it was a good idea. Thinking quickly, she blurted out. "Doggy?"
"Sounds perfect," he grinned, stepping out of his pants.
Sitting up, Kara stopped dead and stared at Oliver's ripped body with muscles lined up on top of muscles. Somehow her pussy got even wetter, and that was before her eyes roamed down to his monsterous 9 inch cock he swung, already rock hard. Snapping back into the present, the Kryptonian flipped over onto her stomach then raising up onto her hands and knees.
She felt his hands on her body immediately, rubbing down her sides before leaving one resting on her lower back as his other went to grip his tool. Kara got a shiver as he massaged the head of his bulbous cock through her slick folds until he ultimately lined it up with her hole and pushed forward. Luckily human and Kryptonian physiology were near perfect matches so her pussy relaxed and allowed him entrance.
"Ughhh," Kara gasped as she was instantly filled with cock.
Having eaten her out until her climax, Oliver knew that she'd be relaxed and wet enough for him not to bother with any formalities, he could simply start slamming inside of Kara in one pass. Despite having a body as fit as she did and a face so adorable, Kara felt like a virgin, which wasn't too far from the truth. Only having sex on a dozen of occasions despite being 23 years old, the Kryptonian may as well have been.
Luckily for her, Kara didn't feel pain as her pussy was spread out by his massive penis, which was stroking completely in and out of her. Her inner walls clung to his condom-less member, making Oliver grunt behind her with each thrust. Clutching onto her womanly hips for support, the successful businessman pushed himself back inside the innocent-looking blonde to his hilt repeatedly, his balls slapping against her wet slit with an audible thud loud enough for her sister to hear on the other side of the door.
"Fuck Kara! We're so tight," Oliver groaned as he relentlessly hammered inside her.
Based on her own moans of pleasure, Oliver knew that Supergirl was willing and able when it came to taking a hard plowing, The Queen Consolidated man kept up the brutal pace and continued slamming his entire length into her tightness over and over again.
"Keep going, just like that," Kara found herself saying, using her arms to shove back onto his dick.
Content to do just that, Oliver brought his hips back so he could quickly plow back into her pussy, his ball sack once again crashed against the underside of her slick sex. He seemed to be thrusting deeper than ever before into the blonde's hot pussy to both of their enjoyment. He looked down to watch as his lengthy cock powered inside the sexy woman, with the moment it disappeared fully causing her bubbly ass to ripple in response.
Even in the dim lighting, Oliver could make out the glistening glow of Kara's skin from the light sheen of sweat that made her look even more beautiful. The adorable blonde was more sexy now then ever, still using her arms and strong legs to dig against the soft mattress so that his pelvis could stab into her inviting hole with more force.
"God, you're superhuman," he grunted between thrusts.
Kicking himself for not doing it the entire time, Oliver reached down with both hands and began squeezing and kneading each of Kara's swaying globes. They felt so weighty and perfect in his grasp with her pokey pink nipples rubbing against the center of his palms. He was able to get additional screams from the young personal assistant by gently taking each nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and rolling them around.
"Mmm...yess," she moaned her thanks before adding with a grin. "You have no idea."
There fucking was getting faster and faster with their combined grunts seeming to blend together. Kara was moaning louder at this point though and her cries of pleasure were tipping Oliver off that she was nearing another climax. This was excellent news for him to receive since the intense tryst had left him close to the verge of cumming as well.
Remembering back when he was munching her tasty pussy, the businessman ran his hand down from her jiggling tits, with her nipples being oh so erect, and moved towards her clit. The nub instantly hardened under his touch and he began to furiously rub the little bean. This drew even more screams of delight from the horny Kryptonian and all Oliver had to do now was maintain fucking her hard and deep until she creamed for a second time.
"Gonna cum for me again," Oliver asked the moaning superhero.
"Soon...so soon," she screamed in response.
Oliver kept moving his hips forwards and backwards, watching as his meat pole pierced into Supergirl's twat time after time. The bird's-eye view alone was enough to make any man cum, but Oliver had built up enough of a tolerance to last a little longer than that. Luckily for him, just when his wrist was beginning to ache from the wild rubbing motion to her clit, Kara's voice went a few decibels higher.
"OHHH GOOODD YESSS," Kara screamed as she came all over his dick.
The result of the blonde cumming was that her pussy clamped down tighter than imaginable. Oli was still able to cram inside her, but at a cost; her wet velvety folds making the sensation on his cock growing to awesome heights. As he felt his orgasm approaching the handsome man thought about where he wanted to blow. The image of Kara's adorable face dripping with cum was too vivid in his mind to pass up on the chance.
"Getting close," Oliver announced through gritted teeth. "Where?"
Kara's mind was still a puddle of brains at this point so she had trouble processing the question. She knew that most women didn't like strange men popping in their pussies due to the risk of unplanned pregnancy, which was something she didn't have to worry about. Still, she needed to keep up appearances so ruled it out. Knowing he was waiting on an answer and it had been awhile she blurted out.
"Cum where you want," Kara encouraged as she looked back over her shoulder.
"Gonna cum on you," he told the leggy girl as he pulled out.
With his dick now free of her velvety pussy, Kara quickly flipped over onto her back with the help of Oliver who guided her movement. He quickly climbed on top of the sexy blonde then stroked his member until the first strand of white cum came bursting out. Kara had just enough time to close her eyes and instinctively stuck her tongue out.
Supergirl felt the first few streaks of warm jizz hit her adorable face, plastering the upper part of her forehead before streaking down obliquely across the bridge of her nose, over her right eye and finishing on her cheek. The last of his smaller squirts shot out and landed on her lips, tongue and even managing to get it into her mouth.
"Holy moly...that was so much," Kara commented as Oliver rolled off her and settled on the bed next to her naked form.
"Sorry about cumming on your face, get carried away," he apologized.
"Oh this," she giggled. "Don't worry about it, nothing a tissue and water can't clean up."
"Here's a tissue," he said, offering her the box that was on her nightstand.
Kara flashed him a smile, her face still covered in his cum, before she pulled free a tissue and began to clean herself up. It took several squares but by the end she had cleared her face, and chin of his semen and had gotten to her feet. Stretching, she felt looser and without stress for the first time since donning the S.
"I hate to be clique Kara, but I really should be going back to the hotel," Oliver said, already standing.
"No, I totally understand," Kara said with just a hint of disappointment. "After all, I do know your schedule and Ms. Grant likes starting early."
"But...you could always grab a change of clothes for work tomorrow and come with me," he offered, flashing her a smile.
"Mr. Queen, you are gonna get me in so much trouble," she smiled. "Give me a few minutes and I'll be right with you."