The greatest thing about Cal's power, according to Cal, was being able to edit his own past. Sure, having Power Girl - Power Girl for fuck's sake! - on her knees willing to tit-fuck him was beyond amazing. He'd been careful not to get on any super type's radar so far but the most famous set of tits on the planet begging to get wrapped around his dick was too much to say no to . . . or take better advantage of.
Fuck not messing with the cape crowd - he just had the best idea of his life.
As Karen Star knelt before him, hesitant and disgusted, he took hold of her short hair in one hand and his stiffening cock in the other, and the office around them swirled . . .
Kiki Corker giggled as she slid her fat funbags over her husband's massive dick. She was the luckiest girl in the galaxy! Being transplanted from her sexually debauched alternate reality where it was perfectly okay to run around showing off her massive titties and fuck the bad guys into submission into this craphole universe had sucked . . . until she met Cal! Cal loved and accepted her for exactly who she was - an insatiable bisexual slut who loved showing off her huge hooters to everyone and getting told by a strong man what to do.
"Does Master like zees?" she cooed in the French accent she'd never been able to lose even after all the time she'd spent in the states. "Fucking hees slutty French maid's big whore titties?"
She wasn't a French Maid - just French - but after Cal Corker came along, she rarely wore anything more than a pair of black fishnet stockings, a barely there ruffled skirt and a corset that pushed up but never covered her rack. That was just how her man liked it and she lived to please her man!
Big, smart, strong Cal had helped her to realize that Porn Star Wear (her company that made top of the line fetish wear and lingerie) would merge perfectly with his Broken Dreams Pornography - all while bending her over her desk and fucking her senseless. Letting her hot stud of a husband tell her what to do and run the company made way more sense, given how she'd been too busy as Power Slut (fucking and sucking the entire spandex community into exhaustion for justice) to actually do more than nearly run her company into the ground. Thank God for Cal!
Cal grinned as he slid his cock between the formerly prudish Power Girl's tits and prepared to cum all over her face, grabbing her now much longer blonde hair as he got ready. He wasn't the marrying type but having her as his loving wife/French Maid/fuckslave/premier porn star would make sure none of the capes would dare fuck with him. He thought of EZ Layne and Kiki together, fucking on camera for his pleasure, and that was enough to make him spurt rope after rope of thick jizz all over his wifey's stupid slut face . . . and the former Power Girl just shuddered with an orgasm as she pinched her thick pink nipples, moaning in delight at pleasing her Master.