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🕑 Added 2020-10-17 21:19:24 +0000 UTCSelina felt like she was coming unhinged. She pulled a pillow over her head, trying to drown out the sound she heard filling the hideout.
It was the sound of fucking. And Selina had to admit, she was jealous. She couldn’t stand the fact that a pair of freaks were having better sex than her; better sex than she’d had since Bruce had paid her and Harley and Ivy a visit. From the sounds of it, the best sex there was. She certainly didn’t think their passion could get any louder.
Selina turned onto her belly, wrapping the pillow around both ears. Trying not to hear Harley moaning like a bat out of hell. She hated Ivy. Hated her big breasts and her sinfully red hair. She hated her round ass and long sculpted legs. But most of all she hated the way men looked at Ivy, like Selina didn’t wear skintight leathers, like green skin and wearing nothing but vines somehow made up for the fact that she hated men, which you’d think would be a turn-off, but no. And she hated the way Ivy… was walking past her room?
Selina pushed the pillow away from her head. Yes, that was Ivy, trudging by Selina’s door, which she’d left open in a failed attempt to shame her two companions for all the sexual noise they were making. And yet, Harley was moaning louder than ever. What was this, some intensive masturbation session? That was pretty obnoxious, even for Harley. And why wouldn’t Ivy join in? The two were usually so disgustingly in lust with each other. What was going on?
Selina got up, not bothering to dress beyond the tanktop and panties she had worn to bed, and went to the hallway. She caught side of Ivy dragging herself into the bathroom. A moment later, she heard the shower running. Ivy usually did that after fucking Harley’s brains out, but the clown was still moaning away.
Selina turned the other direction, toward the orgasmic squealing and squeaking bedsprings that marked Harley’s happiness. She wondered if Ivy had sicced some tentacles on Harley. If she had, Selina was going to be pissed. She’d told them, she didn’t want that shit going down while she was living there. It was fine if they wanted to live alone with some grabby vines, but Selina didn’t appreciate having to trust tentacles with the brainpower of a gourd to know she wasn’t interested. At least, not most of the time.
Harley was on the bed. Her nubile little body was almost dressed. She wore red and black stockings patterned after her usual tights. They climbed up almost to the hem of her short little skirt, which was ruffled with lace, bouncing around along with Harley. Her fine ass curved out the back of the leather skirt, challenging Selina to sneak a peek with every pump Harley made up and down.
Above the waist, Harley wore only one of her corsets. It cinched under her breasts, making their small, pert heft seem fuller than they really were over her slender waist. They bounced too, jiggling with the same quivering glee as the rest of Harley. The only other thing she wore was a man’s business tie wrapped around her forehead, draped down her face to add to the two pigtails she wore her dyed hair in.
Bruce Wayne laid on his back, his fly down, his Oxford shirt ripped open, his undershirt soaked with sweat. He held Harley’s little waist in his big hands, controlling her as she bounced up and down on his member. Though she was on top, Bruce was in control. Or at least, Harley was so addicted to the big prick she was pogoing on that she couldn’t control herself, leaving Bruce room to step in and direct the fuck as he wished.
Selina knew instantly what had happened. Harley and Ivy had gone out to hunt down a rich guy for Ivy to lipstick and take advantage of. Bruce must’ve recognized them. In order to deny them a hostage, he’d put himself in their sights and they’d taken the bait, not knowing that Bruce was immune to Ivy’s pheromones. And after giving them retail therapy to their heart’s content, they had taken him back here for playtime.
It all seemed pretty insane to Selina. She suspected most guys would happily pay everything Bruce had, just to be used as their boy toy. She also wondered if Bruce appreciated the once-in-a-lifetime sexual experience he’d lucked into. Probably not. If nothing else, he wouldn’t want to make her jealous. Not that she was jealous. Selina only wanted to show Harley how to really take Bruce’s cock.
After all, it’d been only a few days since Bruce had made her suck him. And she’d gotten off harder on being dominated by him than Harley and Ivy ever could’ve pleased her. It was almost embarrassing—how could she possibly be independent when she loved that goddamn cock so much?
Well, she could at least even the score. Bruce couldn’t reveal himself—not without giving away his big batty secret. As far as Harley and Ivy was concerned, he was their happy little love slave. And she was sure they wouldn’t mind sharing with their friend Catwoman. Which meant Bruce was her happy little love slave.
Selina sat down in an armchair at the foot of the bed. “Hey, Harl. You look like you’ve had just about enough of that cock. How about you come over here and eat this pussy for a while instead?”
“That’s okay, Seliners! Hh! Hh!” Harley had to gasp out her words as she pitched up and down on Bruce’s erection. “I’m—! I’m doing good!”
“C’mon. Wouldn’t it be fun to kneel down and lick my cunt, all while Trust Fund watches? Not able to lift one finger to do anything about it?”
Harley stopped and looked at Bruce. He kept up his happy sex slave act, but his jaw was set rigidly. “Well…” she trilled. “I guess he ain’t going anywhere. Sure, Ms. Kitty. I bet Brucie here will get so worked up watching us do it, he’ll come without even bein’ touched!”
“He’d better not,” Selina said warningly, eying Bruce. “In fact, I think I’ll make it official. Oh, Brucie? Mr. Wayne? As long as you’re under Ivy’s spell, you’re not to come until further notice. In fact, sit on your hands. You can look, but don’t touch.”
It was only Selina’s deep familiarity with Bruce that let her see how begrudgingly he did as he was told. It must’ve been a real effort for him not to simply jump on her, or Harley, or both of them at once. He was only human, after all, and crazy as she was, Harley could really work a guy up.
“You’re in for a real show,” Selina told Bruce conversationally, as if she were speaking to a dog. “Harley is an expert at eating pussy. She’s a natural at it. And she has a long tongue. A woman knows how important that is. Harley, show Brucie that wonderful tongue…”
“Aww, shucks.” Blushing, Harley stuck out her tongue.
“Mmmm.” Selina skirted her panties down her legs, then opened them, showing off the glossy wetness of her pussy. “Come and get it. Let’s see if we can teach the rich boy anything. Now, Bruce, pay close attention…”
Harley slowly moved toward Selina, who looked absolutely delicious with her shaved pussy framed by her toned thighs. Her full breasts were still locked inside her tanktop, but her nipples were hard enough to stand out through the white fabric, drawing Harley’s eye away from her cunt. But not as she got closer. Not when she could smell Selina’s arousal.
Bruce came up to sit on top of the bed, his eyes irresistibly on the two women, strings of clear precum dripping from his fat knob.
Harley knelt down on the carpet between Selina’s spread legs. She leaned forward quickly, too quickly, as Selina caught her head in her hands and only slowly let her press forward… first, having to kiss the insides of Selina’s thighs. The cat burglar released the pressure she was putting on Harley’s head, allowing her to move over the tender flesh of Selina’s thighs to her groin.
Harley’s puckered lips at last made contact with her cunt and Selina murmured her approval. She took her own breasts in her hands, fingers digging through the fabric of her tanktop to massage them.
Harley’s nose was scrunched up against Selina’s clit, while her tongue lapped at the gates of Selina’s womanhood. She licked up Selina’s juices with moans of enjoyment, until Selina’s hands weren’t holding her back, but holding her in place at her cunt.
“That’s it,” Selina cooed. “Oh, you should take lessons from her, Bruce. She knows exactly how to treat my cunt. You seem like the type of guy who goes for a girl’s clit too fast—wants to make her come before she’s even had a chance to enjoy herself. It’s better to wait. Even Harley can wait. She treats herself to a little of my cream first. When her tongue finally goes inside of me, it really feels like I’m being fucked.”
Harley sucked, trembling with pleasure herself as she enjoyed the intoxication of eating out Selina. She loved the smell, the taste, and simply how sopping wet Selina was, with enough wetness for Harley to rub her face in it and smear Selina’s juices all over herself. And then there was more lovely juices for her to slurp into her mouth.
Bruce watched. He tried to look as if he only had an academic interest in the proceedings, yet the way his erection strained and trembled made it almost comical how he pretended to be under Ivy’s spell. Selina looked at him, committing his dour look to memory, before taking pity on him. After all, it wasn’t like she was that big a fan of Harley either.
“Bruce, do me a favor,” she said. “Lift up Harley’s skirt and take a nice, long look at what you find.”
Bruce slid off the bed to crouch behind Harley, who obligingly shifted onto all fours, sticking her ass out for his inspection. Bruce lifted her ruffled skirts up from over her smooth, round buttocks. Of course, she wore no panties. Even Bruce let out a groan as he saw her hairless mons, dripping wet with arousal.
“Is Harley enjoying herself?” Selina teased him, breathily, her voice trembling a little as the pleasure from Harley’s tonguejob mounted. “Has eating me out gotten her nice and wet?”
Bruce could only nod.
“Good. Because you’re going to stick it into her. And if she’s not wet enough to take you, it’s her own damn fault for not appreciating me enough.”
Bruce slid his fingers between Harley’s trim thighs, stroking her hairless lips. She was more than wet. Her juices flowed over the pads of his fingers at the slightest caress. Her buttocks tensed and clenched as he tickled her pussy. Even in the middle of his masquerade, Bruce enjoyed the thought that he wouldn’t hurt Harley. His erection certainly felt stiff enough to do some damage.
“Now put it in,” Selina purred. “Reward Harley for doing such a good job eating this pussy.”
One hand gripping Harley’s skirt like reins on a saddle, Bruce rubbed his glans against Harley’s slick folds, making her coo before he pushed himself inside her. Harley’s eyes crossed as Bruce’s thick manhood filled her passage. Selina had to hold Harley’s head to her groin to keep some of the pleasure going with Harley’s moans shaking her folds, though she certainly enjoyed seeing Bruce bury himself in Harley’s hot cunt.
As he penetrated deep into her, Bruce moved his hands to Harley’s pert little buttocks, clenching them in his big hands, rubbing his callused thumbs between her cheeks. He watched his length come out of Harley’s cunt, dripping with her lust, before he slowly stroked back into her, giving her time to get used to his size. Quinn had been such a tight fit before that he wanted to take his time before really giving it to her, as well as enjoy having her little pink labia suck at his manhood with every pump out of her.
With her pussy filled by Bruce and her mouth filled with Selina, Harley was in heaven. She gluttonously devoured Selina’s juicy cunt, especially enjoying the treat of her clit. She nibbled at it, sucked at it, batted it around with her tongue like the delicacy it was. And every time Harley wrapped her lips around the little button, Selina moaned with appreciation. Bruce thrust into Harley with a slow, easy rhythm, encouraging her to keep up the pleasure Selina was feeling.
“Remember, Brucie, you’re not allowed to come,” Selina trilled, eyes devilish as she looked him over, already seeing the strain his muscular body was under. “This one’s going to last for a long, long time…”
She pulled her knees up to her chest, rolling her groin up away from Harley’s mouth, replacing it with her tightly puckered asshole. Harley didn’t hesitate. Filled with lust from Bruce fucking her, Harley eagerly went to work licking Selina’s anus. Selina quivered and gasped, her pleasure returning, mounting higher than ever with the taboo thrill of Harley lapping at her sphincter.
Though he tried not to let himself show it, Bruce was half-crazed with excitement. Selina had actually gotten to him, interrupting his sex with Harley and putting on a show with herself as the vocal point of his lust.
Now, watching Harley lick her asshole was almost more arousing than being inside the clown. Both at once was enough to make him blow his load, but he clenched his teeth and restrained himself. It would be easier almost not to fuck at all than to go through this without being able to finish, but even Bruce didn’t have enough self-control to abstain from this wildness.
Selina reveled in the debauchery. She loved watching Harley’s long pink tongue lash over the grommet of her asshole, knowing that Bruce was seeing it too, unable to look away but having to restrain himself from coming. It enhanced what was already an incredibly pleasurable caress, to the point that it almost came as a surprise when Selina closed her eyes and focused on the tickling sensation of the tongue itself against her asshole. The only thing that could be better was to enjoy Bruce’s comeuppance herself, to milk his cock with her pussy, knowing he was doing everything in his power to keep from actually coming.
“That’s enough play,” Selina cooed, pushing Harley aside. She got up, stepping over Harley while Bruce took advantage of the distraction to stop pumping into Harley, giving himself some breathing room to regain his equilibrium. He still grinded his jaw, trying to ignore the exquisite tightness of Harley’s thrumming cunt around his still prick—it almost came as a relief when Selina grabbed him by the hair and pulled him away from Harley, coming with her to the bed. “You’re going to fuck me now. Remember, you can’t come, but that’s alright—I’m ready to come enough for both of us.”
Selina stretched out on the bed, her legs open. Bruce was quick to mount her, pulling her to his kneeling body, draping her legs over his shoulder, then hilting himself inside her pussy, still wet from Harley’s tongue. Pumping his hips, he fucked her with all the lust she’d infused him with.
Selina writhed with pleasure while Bruce reamed her out with his fat cock, making the flames in her already overheated pussy burn hotter than ever. No matter how delicious it felt to have Harley tongue her sex, nothing was better than the feeling of Bruce’s prick coupled with the knowledge that she had him under her thumb.
Harley got on the bed with them, leaning over Selina, kissing and sucking her full breasts as Bruce kept thrusting into her dripping womanhood. Selina howled, knowing the wetness she felt on her nipples wasn’t just Harley’s saliva, but the juices from her own cunt. It felt incredible. If she wasn’t careful, she would come for the two of them—lose herself in being fucked by them—and as good as that would feel, Selina kept her sights on the real aphrodisiac. It was so rare to be in control of two people as unpredictable as Bruce and Harley, but by playing them against each other, she’d managed it. She wouldn’t let that go.
“Bruce, get on your back,” Selina told him. “I want to be on top.”
Gritting his teeth until they were on the verge of breaking, Bruce held himself back from thrusting into her again. He pulled out of Selina and flopped down on his back, his cock helplessly towering over his loins. Selina straddled him. Her cunt devoured his prick. Knees digging into his ribs, back rigid, Selina plunged down the length of his girthy cock, pistoning herself from his balls to his cockhead.
“Get your pussy on his face, Harl,” Selina ordered. “No reason we shouldn’t both get some use out of him.”
Besides, she figured, a little distraction might help Bruce with restraining himself. Now that she’d gotten a little cock—or a lotta cock—Selina was feeling merciful.
Harley obediently splayed herself over Bruce’s mouth. She did it in reverse of how she’d usually straddle someone, so that she was facing Selina. She closed her eyes ecstatically as Bruce wound his tongue into her sex. With the way she was seated on his face, her sweet little ass was pressed up to his nose, making it Bruce to reach up to her buttocks and circle her anus with his fingertips as he’d done with Selina. From the coos Harley let out, she didn’t mind being stroked there one bit.
Selina stripped off her tanktop, letting her breasts bounce free as she rode Bruce’s cock. It was long and hard, just right for her to fuck herself on. Selina loved getting off this way, but she needed a strong prick to do it. The most frustrating thing in the world was to be bounding up and down on a cock, climbing towards the peak, and suddenly have it literally slip away.
Harley’s enjoyment was as feverish as Selina’s. Bruce tonguing her pussy felt heavenly. His finger pushing into her asshole was wonderful too. She stared at Selina’s proud breasts, jiggling supplely as she was racked with the same pleasure Harley was feeling. Her mouth watered looking at Selina’s cunt, wrapped almost torturously tight around Bruce’s manhood, and remembered how sumptuous it had tasted.
Selina’s eyes, too, feasted on the sight of Harley’s cunt splayed over Bruce’s face. Harley was undulating back and forth, riding Bruce’s licks, and every time she rocked back, Selina saw her cream glistening on Bruce’s mouth. She didn’t blame him. Harley’s pink slit looked delicious. It was thrilling to watch Bruce mouth it as he gave her his stiff cock to ride on. And from the look in Harley’s eyes, Selina could just tell he was fingering her ass.
It was all so dirty and sordid and illicit, Bruce getting Harley off like he wasn’t even paying attention to how hard Selina was fucking herself on his prick, that the cat burglar couldn’t help but come. She went wild, groping her breasts with both hands and grinding down on Bruce’s manhood. A flood of her cream gushed out of her, washing over Bruce’s loins, but he still refused to come.
Selina trembled in the afterglow, realizing with a growl that she was too sensitive to keep enjoying Bruce’s cum-withholding cock. This taboo sex was too hot for her to take.
Selina pulled Harley off of Bruce’s face. By now, the clown was in wonderland, her eyes crossed, her mouth lolling open, face slack and twitching with her own all-consuming orgasm. And Bruce still hadn’t come.
“Had enough?” Selina asked her.
“Uh-uh,” Harley crooned, but the limpness that’d spread through her body the moment she was out of contact with Bruce’s tongue put the lie to that.
Selina didn’t bother arguing the point. “Let’s go see if Ivy’s ready to play.”
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