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🕑 Added 2020-11-23 18:03:08 +0000 UTCLunch time. Three drinks and light conversation had made the four people in Summer Gleeson’s party much more amiable with each other. For Summer, it couldn’t come soon enough. She couldn’t keep her eyes off the daughter of Mayor Hill; she was dying to get her tongue into that tawny body.
Summer was not ashamed of the fact that much of her career, personality, and lifestyle revolved around her enormous sex drive. She had been born horny and now, just entering her thirties, she was at her prime. A redheaded vixen who could fuck and suck anyone under the table. Sex was, if not on her mind twenty-four hours a day, then a steady undercurrent in her every thought process. She lived for the ebb and flow of destiny to bring her to her next good come and whatever that would unlock for her. Sometimes, a nice blowjob got her an exclusive. Other times, burying a story got her a stiff, spurting cock. It was all the same to her. The better her career, the better she lived, and the better she lived, the better the sex.
She’d lost her cherry young—not that young, she hadn’t been abused or coerced or anything, but her junior high years had been marked by a lot of fingering. First at her own hand, so to speak, and then letting others try their hand at it. After her literal freshman fuck, Summer had gone on to fuck half the boys in her high school. Other girls called her a whore or a slut. Summer didn’t care. A lot of those same girls were turned on by it. Sometimes, it felt like the reason Summer had only fucked half the boys of her graduating class was that she was super busy fucking their girlfriends too.
After high school, a recruiter desperate to fuck her had gotten her into a journalism program at Hudson University, where she’d found the work engaging enough. As much as she liked sex, she was worldly enough to know that a prostitute or porn star didn’t have fun at work. Being a reporter paid the bills and brought her close enough to the ranks of the famous and powerful to indulge herself greedily. If that meant getting passed around like a party favor by the idle rich and their trophy wives, she accepted it, at least so long as she enjoyed it.
That was always the kicker. The higher she climbed, the more of a disconnect there was between the people who could advance her career and the people she actually wanted to fuck. God forbid she end up in bed with the Penguin to get a scoop. It was enough to make her wish she had one of those husbands to take care of her needs so all her reporting could be on the level. But who would want the cow when they were getting the milk for free? And it wasn’t in Summer’s constitution to deny anyone her udders, not if they could milk her worth a damn.
Her phone rang before she could think through her problem—or put it off in favor of another night of meaningless sex—any longer. She checked the caller ID. Vicki Vale, an old co-worker. She’d been a good fuck, and damn cute, but usually that wouldn’t be enough for Summer to blow a sure thing. Especially since Vicki might not be making a booty call at all, but asking Summer to give her car a start or something.
But for a while now, Vicki had been spending a lot of time with Bruce Wayne. Palling around with his wives, being in Wayne Manor when doctors paid a house call, even touring wedding venues. It was easy to read between the lines. At some point, in no particular order, Bruce had knocked Vicki up and asked her to marry him. Now she and Harley and Ivy—to say nothing of the steady parade of other women that had been photographed going to and fro from Wayne Manor—were most likely gangbanging Gotham’s most eligible bachelor. And he hadn’t been satisfied in the first place with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Which told Summer—in her professional opinion—that when it came to sex, the man had plenty of ‘symbol’ to back up his reputation as a sex symbol.
So, either personally or professionally, Vicki had a lot to offer at the moment. Even more than this double date/single foursome.
“I’ve got to get this,” Summer said, picking herself up and carrying her phone to a dark corner of the restaurant, where she answered while biting a nail. “Vicki, hi. I was just wondering what you’ve been up to…”
“Oh, just a hobby or two,” Vicki answered dryly. Smugly. Christ, she sounded like she’d gotten the lay of a lifetime that very night, if not within the hour…
“Could this be a hobby we share?”
“It could be,” Vicki taunted all sing-song. “Would you be interested in an exclusive?”
“How ‘exclusive’ are we talking?” Summer retorted.
“Let’s just say you might end up being exclusive to the story, not the other way around.”
Summer raised her eyebrows. “That’s a bold statement, Vale. I look for a lot in an exclusive.”
“This one has a lot, Gleeson.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Almost too much to handle.”
“I hear the story has two sources already. You know, a lot of stories only need one source.”
“Not this one,” Vicki breathed. “It’s too big. I think it’s going to take all the sources we can get.”
“Is that where I come in?” Summer grinned.
“Maybe. To mangle a metaphor, think of this as two papers both getting a big scoop. I’ve got nothing against some healthy competition, but when I’m outnumbered, I’d like someone to have my back.”
“As I recall, you only let me have your back once in college. And then you swore you’d never try magic mushrooms again.”
“Now you’re really getting ahead of yourself. You don’t even have the scoop yet.”
“How hard can it be to get it? Sounds like half the papers in Gotham are running a story on it…”
“It can be hard. Very, very hard. Look, let me put it this way. I’m dying to share what’s going on here and I know you can keep things under your hat…”
“I can keep a lot of things under me, so long as they’re worth straddling.”
“Right now, just focus on this: payback for all the times we’ve been taken hostage, rigged to explode, tied up, gagged…”
“I don’t mind the last two so much…”
“I know you don’t. Come to Wayne Manor. We’ll catch up on old times. And then we’ll see where it leads.”
“You make it sound tempting. But I’m sort of in the middle of something and your big scoop is known for his disappearing act. You know—erratic schedule, working odd hours. I might not even see him.”
“I’m taking you to Never-Neverland and you’re hung up on seeing Peter Pan?”
Summer cupped her hand around the mouthpiece of her phone. “Peter Pan might not be all he’s cracked up to be, but I know you are. So why don’t you say it, Vicki? Just like old times? So I’m sure the trip is worth my while.”
“Jesus,” Vicki breathed. “Summer, it must’ve been ten years…”
“But you still know what I like to hear, don’t you? Don’t you?”
Vicki inhaled deeply. “Play with me, Summer. Come play with me. I’ve been a bad, bad girl and being naughty always makes me wet. I want someone who knows what to do with my dripping wet cunt. I’ll do anything for you if you just treat my hot pussy right. I’m already a dirty bitch—let me be your bitch. I love being your dirty, dirty bitch.”
Summer let out a rattling breath. It felt like a little orgasm just hearing Vicki say the words. She must really want Summer there if she was willing to go back to being a submissive little skank again. Then again, Vicki always was a good friend. If she was on to something nice—something long and hard and big—she’d share it with Summer. Especially if she couldn’t take it all herself.
“I’m on my way now,” Summer said. “Don’t be wearing panties when I get there.”
“Summer, I’m not wearing anything.”
Summer hung up before Vicki could hear how she sucked in an aroused breath. Wayne Manor was starting to sound like her kind of place.
***
“Kara, I think you’re having another one of your episodes. You’re not acting like yourself… this isn’t you!” Dick reasoned desperately.
Kara didn’t look up to acknowledge his statement, concentrating instead on the blue veins running the length of his cock until they darkened into the swollen purple of his cockhead. “You really think I haven’t been wanting your cock all this time? C’mon, Dick, I haven’t been subtle. Only now I have the confidence to know that you wanna let me have it. So let me have it, Dick. I promise I’ll be good to it.”
Licking her lips, she wrapped her hand tightly around the quaking girth of Dick’s erection, squeezing its resilient flesh inside her fingers.
“Fuck, this thing is wonderful, baby. Look how swollen your balls are! I can hardly wait to see how much you come—but I know you’ll make me work for it. It’d take a lot more than a minuteman to satisfy all those wives of yours. I’ll make it easy for you, though. I feel like I’m about to come already!”
“Kara, this isn’t a good idea,” Dick gasped. “I’m not going to leave my wives for you and you don’t want a man you have to share with other women, do you? I bet a girl like you could get any man you wanted, all to yourself…”
“I have you all to myself right now,” Kara pointed out. “And I’m way too horny to care if you’re back with your harem tomorrow. All that matters is that you come buckets with me right now!”
Dick thought to explain he didn’t have a harem, but his thinking was sluggish, detouring around all the excitement of Kara’s squeezing touch on his manhood. He couldn’t bring himself to pull away from the pressure of Kara’s hand or the intensity of her gaze on his throbbing prick. As much as his wives demanded of him, something about Kara’s newness, her combination of sluttiness and virginity, made his body surge to meet the challenge. It was an effort to restrain himself, let alone to dissuade Kara.
Kara felt the furious throbbing of his erection in her hand and the burning precum trickling over her fingers. Giggling, she pushed her hand down his swollen shaft so that his cockhead protruded boldly from the other side of her grip. Then she frantically licked at the burgeoning knob, lapping up the milky precum that was frothing up from his tightening balls.
“Oh God!” Dick groaned. He bit his lip hard and closed his eyes, but the feeling of Kara’s tonguing, divorced from reality, was even more appealing than the sight of her innocent face distended by his cock. “Kara, you’d… unhh… better… better stop… Karaaa…”
“It tastes really good, Dick,” Kara burbled. “I think it tastes as good for me as it feels for you, and there’s so much of this delicious fucking cream. I can’t believe your wives left so much for me! I just want what they didn’t take, Dick. Can’t I have your leftovers? That’s all I want. Just to suck your cock and see what it will give me…”
Kara kept licking up his dripping precum, hot as melting candle wax, but so much more viscous. She wondered if the real thing, the semen he’d spill when he came, would be thicker and more filling. She hoped so. It didn’t seem right that a man’s cream should be just about as substantial as a woman’s. But there was only one way to find out.
She opened her lips wide, taking in his glossy crown, closing her lips on the blue-veined shaft she’d been admiring so much. Her lips sucked inward as she pulled on Dick, working at his cum with the suction of her throat.
Dick let out a haltering gasp at the influx of pleasure, lifting his hips, thrusting his huge erection further into Kara’s mouth. Kara accepted it and hungrily sucked on the added inches. Then she pumped her head back and forth, to work at his cockhead with her lips and tongue.
Her hand squeezed the base of his member and stroked the lowermost portion of his length, where she couldn’t yet reach with her mouth. All her jerking and squeezing got her much more of Dick’s precum, and it seemed hotter than it had before.
“Jesus, Kara,” Dick moaned. “Jesus, Jesus, that’s too good, too much! I’m gonna come! Don’t suck it so hard… God, oh God, you really want my cum!”
Kara moaned an affirmative through his gagging cock, much too busy with sucking Dick off to answer him in any other way. She already loved the taste of his manhood and was growing to like the taste of his precum more and more. Now she needed to feel his hot load in her stomach.
She sucked him harder and harder, until his rock-hard member was throbbing like it was challenging her, trying to throw her off. Daring her to take the intensity of his climax and all the cum in his bloated balls.
“Fuck, Kara, fuck!” Dick’s voice was so strained it could barely be recognized. “I’m about to go off… shit, I can’t hold back… oh hell… mouth’s so fucking good…”
Go ahead and come, Dick, Kara thought, burying his cock deep down her gullet, letting her throat muscles massage it as they strained to hold his girth. You can even come all over me if you wanna, come on every inch of my face. But I want to swallow your cum too, baby. Do you have enough for both? Your cock’s so big and hard—do you have as much cum to give me as you have cock?
Dick stood there, as though entranced by the force of Kara’s desire for him, only partially expressed in her sucking but fully present in her big blue eyes staring up at him. She bobbed her head up and down, fucking her mouth on his swollen shaft, looking up at him eagerly for any sign he was about to give her the cum she so desperately wanted.
“I’m almost there, Kara,” he sighed. “You’re sucking me so good… oh, fuck… feeling it down in my balls… it’s almost… aagh, shit, here it is!”
Dick’s manhood bloated to diamond hardness, stretching Kara’s pursed lips almost to their lips, shaking with the vibrant cum making its way through the shaft. Then his balls clenched, frantically unloading his seed deep into Kara’s clinging throat. The thick white cum burst into Kara’s mouth and down her gullet, a torrent of cum that seemed omnipresent, it gushed out of him so quickly and so much.
Kara pulled herself away from his aching prick, actually scared of it for a moment, and his white-hot cream blasted into her pretty face. Kara was nearly overwhelmed by being doused in his semen, but she was so covered by it that taking any more on her face seemed like a waste. She got his twitching shaft into her mouth again. This time when he spurted, she eagerly swallowed, humming with enjoyment as her throat was coated by his delicious jizz.
“Christ, that was good. That was really good,” Dick sighed when his ejaculation had ebbed to a trickle Kara sucked at only moderately. “You can really give a blowjob, Kara. I don’t think I’ve ever had my cock sucked like that before. Give me a minute to catch my breath, then we can move on. We can think things over on the way there.”
“Oh, no way, lover,” Kara piped up. She kept her hands on his slightly drooping cock, while her eyes looked up at him with zealous expectation. “I fucked my own face pretty good just now, but now it’s your turn to do it.”
Dick chuckled in surprise. “I like your enthusiasm, but it doesn’t work that way. A guy can’t get it up again right after all that.”
“A normal guy, maybe. You’re as good as it gets for a human. Are you telling me with all the running and jumping and fighting you can do, you can still only fuck once?”
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Shendude
I love this, but I think I liked the first half better.
