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Seduced by the Sirens update
🕑 Added 2018-03-16 04:00:01 +0000 UTCAfter a quick application of Harley’s mallet, the Sirens moved Jack to a bed, where they tied him down. Selina had the perfect punishment in mind: Harley and Ivy would man a video camera and make a sex tape. Jack Potter, hero cop, would suddenly be on camera fucking Catwoman.
She’d wear her mask, of course, hiding that it was her for certain, but still, she couldn’t imagine Commissioner Gordon would be happy about any of his boys in blue even pretending they were getting it on with the feline fatale. Plus, she could send it to Bruce the next time he got pissy. He, at least, was well familiar with what she looked like naked.
“We should get a tape measure,” Harley said, off in her own little world as Selina stripped off all but her cowl. “And mark down just how big he is. People won’t realize how big he is if he just parks inside of Seliners.”
“And why would he just ‘park’ inside of me?” Selina demanded.
“Even a 747 can fit into the Grand Canyon.”
As Selina strongly considered whether her fingernails could remove a face as well as her gloved claws could, Ivy thankfully called Harley off. She was getting the camera ready. “It’s not a bad idea. Knowing how big his cock is at full erection could be important to my research.”
“Sure, just like all those ‘samples’ you took of him were,” Selina retorted. “Fine, I’ll do it. If we do release this tape, there are a few guys I can imagine watching it. I’d like them to know how they ‘measure up.’”
Harley tossed her a ruler. “G’wan then. Let’s see just how long you can make him. I’ll bet I can get him hard-er.”
“Oh, you are so on.”
Ivy pressed record. “We’re rolling. Harl, hold the boom mike. I’m sure the folks at home would love to know what Selina has to say…”
Selina walked slowly up to the bed. He was on his back, eyes closed, the blanket draped discreetly over his lower body. His chest moved slowly with his breath. Selina smiled wickedly. She didn’t know if he’d hate this ‘punishment,’ but she would certainly enjoy it.
Flicking a single fingernail into the blanket like it was a claw, Selina snagged the fabric and pulled it off his lap. His long cock was revealed, limply lying on his thigh. His dark-haired balls lay sleepily between his legs. His thighs were slightly parted.
Selina felt hot excitement course through her, tingling in her hands where she wanted to touch him, her pussy where she wanted to hold him. Nothing got her hotter than prolonged, torturous arousal, and having been denied a good hard fuck, even of her own volition, had left her feeling like she hadn’t been screwed in ages. She eyed Jack’s long, thick member, remembering how huge and hard it had been. Imagining how huge it would be inside her, how hard, how hot. Fuck, she just had to have it…
She pulled on Jack’s feet, drawing him down the bedspread until his legs hung off the foot of the bed. She knelt between them, bending low over his crotch. Her pert nose almost touched his limp maleness. She kissed it softly, like a medieval lady bestowing a favor on a knight, feeling its faint throbbing as if aware on some level that she had plans for it. For a moment, she just let her pink lips rest against its sleepy heat. She wanted to make her move just right.
Selina extended her little pink tongue very slowly and carefully, letting it melt against Jack’s cock. He made no movement or noise, only the throbbing in his flaccid prick increased. Selina teased her slick tongue along that twitch of deep-seated motion, running the flat of her tongue up to Jack’s faintly salt cockhead. She opened her mouth with great care, inches from Jack’s tip, and licked her lips and popped them together in a little flash of lipstick before fitting them around the knob that topped Jack’s staff.
Jack moaned lightly—Selina was expert enough to track his heart beating faster, his breath coming more harshly—but he didn’t stir. It was all just something he was feeling. Selina closed her lips around the fat cockhead, grinding them down on the meat. The tepid moan came again, and Selina was almost offended. How dare he react this way to having his cock, even a little of his cock, in Catwoman’s mouth?
Now anxious to prove herself and to show him up, she sucked his long, thick member into her mouth. She did it very slowly, very gently, not willing to wake him just yet. There was plenty of more fun to be had with Jack and Little Jack before his consciousness would be required.
Jack was feeling it by now, but he didn’t realize what he was feeling. Still asleep, he was only vaguely aware of a very warm, wet, pleasurable sensation seeping into the head of his cock. A smile crept over his sleeping face.
Selina sucked more and more of his long limp cock into her mouth, breathing harder and faster, her saliva pooling under her tongue and seeping out as she pistoned her mouth on Jack’s cockhead. She was getting excited, loving the taste and feel and throb of his cock in her mouth. But she slowed down. She forced herself to be slow and gentle so he wouldn’t wake up.
“Mmmmm,” Jack moaned. Half-asleep, he felt his flaccid meat easing slickly into something wet and hot. Whatever this was, it felt great. He mumbled his pleasure, stirred a little, but was far too comfortable to emerge from his lethargic sleep.
Selina kept up her slow, discreet suckling, getting his whole flaccid cock into her mouth, right down to the wiry hairs of his balls. She paused to catch her breath and realized her saliva was drooling down her chin. Now to get him hard.
“Uhhhnnn,” Jack muttered.
He could feel his cock being sucked, sucked hard and fast. He thought he was dreaming, but it was the kind of dream he couldn’t sleep through. He moaned as pleasure melted through his groin, his cock stiffening as if to offer more of its length to this satisfying suction.
Jack’s manhood slammed into erection into her mouth, its hardness pushing into her throat, and as she held herself down on it, the swelling cockhead seeming to try and force her away from her position on the base of Jack’s shaft, she felt her pussy clench. Clench so powerfully that she squeezed her thighs together, either because she had to or wanted to.
She’d won, she’d beat him—he had a rampant hard-on just from being in her mouth. She kept up her slow, sultry gulping, even as his cock fought to get into her throat. Her mouth was already stuffed almost to bursting with his long, fat prick. Slowly but steadily, she was being forced up his erection, more and more of his growing length leaving her mouth, as if to show just how little of Jack’s full length she could actually suck down.
“Okay, okay, stop right there, hold everything!” Harley cried. She’d been holding the boom mike down low to capture every slurp and suckle Selina made on Jack’s cock, not to mention every cooing little sound of unconscious pleasure Jack responded with, but now she hefted it high like a lance.
“Harley!” Ivy shushed, frantically gesturing, with the camera still in her hands, as Jack tossed his head in response to the new, annoying sound buzzing in his ears.
Her face practically impaled on Jack’s prick, Selina rolled her eyes. So much for this sex tape looking professional.
Bashfully blushing, Harley set the boom pole aside and took out a black ink marker from her costume. “Seliners, hold the ruler up!” she whispered with exaggerated quietness. “It’s time we let people know just how much you suck!”
Annoyed at their interruptions, Selina started to pull herself off Jack’s cock to reply—the other Sirens were far too annoying for her to enjoy it. Or, more precisely, her rage at them was more enjoyable than a half-hard cock. Either way, she was stopped by Ivy’s hand dead-center at the back of her skull, holding her down on Jack’s manhood.
“Hold it right there,” Ivy said. “Harley’s right. We should review.”
She shoved Selina down and the thief gagged as more and more of Jack’s cock was pleasurably forced into her throat, sputtering and drooling as it violated her gullet. Jack stirred, happily snorting through this new pressure on his member, but he didn’t wake. Selina found herself throating Jack, hilting him, as her widely parted lips landed on the curly hairs spread over his groin.
“Now let’s see just how far you’re stretching your abilities…”
Ivy let Selina up a little as Harley held the ruler in front of her face, pressed to the base of Jack’s groin. As Selina forced herself up against Ivy’s heightened strength, three inches of Jack’s cock emerged from her mouth and Ivy stopped her act of mercy to the choking Selina to draw a line on the three-inch mark of the ruler.
“I think that covers both Green Arrow and Green Lantern, right dear?” Ivy asked, tapping Selina’s chin with the butt of the marker. “You’re a little hard to understand when you’ve had a few too many mojitos, but I’m pretty sure you referred to them as the three-inch twins…”
Selina redoubled her efforts against Ivy’s grip, thrusting herself up a good two inches before Ivy solidified her grip and held her down again. “Five inches!” Harley cried happily. “Ain’t that how big Batman is? He must really know how to use his mouth—I mean, despite all th’ evidence…”
“Yeah, let’s be generous and round up from the fraction of an inch that he has beyond four,” Ivy said. “He has saved the city a few times…”
Selina relented in her struggle against Ivy, only for the redhead to haul her up by her cat ears, disheveling her cowl. She could now only partially see out of the eyeholes as Ivy marked four and a half inches of Jack’s cock against the ruler.
“And there’s Ra’s al Ghul,” Ivy chimed. “I know you wanted to get back at the Bat, but was it really worth it?”
“I’ve always wondered why that Talia chick doesn’t just keep it in the family and boff the old man,” Harley said. “She’s already such a daddy’s girl. Hell, maybe she has and just didn’t notice—“
Selina could only stare out with a death glare as Ivy pulled her up another half-inch. “And Red Hood,” Ivy said, “he’s just under five. Guess there’s just something about wearing a big red dome on your head that helps compensate for something.”
“Hey!” Harley cried, and her raised voice made Jack stir in his sleep, kicking out restlessly.
Ivy ignored her. “Six,” she said, massaging Selina’s temples as she slurped her way up Jack’s prick at a speed Ivy was comfortable with. “Now, isn’t that as big as that new Robin? Robbing the cradle, Selina, and just for that. Hope he at least knew how to use it…”
Jack’s eyes flickered open. He looked sleepily down his body to the masked head covering his erection. Coming out of his deep slumber, it took him a moment to remember where he was and understand what was happening. “Wha…?”
Like a girl who’d been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Ivy ripped her hands away from Selina, and Selina wrenched herself off of Jack’s prick. It popped out of her mouth, standing up proud and tall next to Harley’s foot-long ruler, easily overshooting it.
“Wow!” Harley drawled. “Bigger’n Nightwing…”
At last Jack’s head cleared and he realized that Catwoman herself, Selina Kyle, was sucking his cock… and it was every bit as good as you’d think, seeing a beautiful woman like Selina who dressed up in skintight leather.
“Selina!” Jack gasped. “Stop that! You can’t—“
Selina’s answer was to swallow half of his cock deep into her throat. She’d been shamed by Ivy’s nasty little trick just then, but she didn’t intend to be further embarrassed by Jack rejecting her. No man could resist, even as much a man as Jack.
(Though really, she thought he was about on par with Nightwing’s length.)
“Ahhhhhhh!” Jack moaned. He’d never felt anything like this before. Selina’s hot throat closed around the upper half of his manhood, and it squeezed with a slick deliciousness. He moaned and fell back on his pillow, gasping as fierce pleasure rocked his physique. He had to wonder where she’d learned tricks like this. Where did she find the time? Who with? You’d think fighting crime and running from the law would take a lot of scheduling, and everyone knew she didn’t get it on with Batman no matter how hard she tried. And it wasn’t like she needed to, looking the way she did and having the skills she had. Maybe she’d been a prostitute once…
Nah. That just seemed like misogynistic thinking.
“Mmmm,” Selina murmured around Jack’s prick, even enjoying the way her self-impalement slurred her vocals. It was nothing compared to the effect she was having on the handsome guard. Jack lay frozen and gasping as she vigorously assaulted his swollen manhood, his face flushed, his eyes barely able to open against his ecstasy. She was enjoying reducing him to this state so immensely it might as well be sexual, her ass up behind her, hips wagging from side to side like she was doing a little dance over having his cock in her throat.
“S-Selina,” he stammered, “have to… stop…”
She didn’t pay any attention. All her focus was on sucking his long, rigid member. Her concentration was rewarded by the big gobs of precum that began to trickled down her throat with each suck. No man but Batman had ever turned her down, and him only a while, and Jack would be even less of an exception.
“Not right,” Jack panted, vaguely trying to think of why he was, or could ever have, objecting to this feeling. It must’ve been important for him to even think of putting a halt to all this, but what could be more important than how hard she was sucking him? “T-trouble!”
Selina smiled around his cock; she would’ve laughed if it weren’t so deep in her throat. Trouble was exactly what she wanted. Trouble for him, certainly, and if trouble for her came with this delicious fuck, then she’d just call it fun.
Jack’s mind whirled. He did want so desperately to stay in this wonderful moment, to let her do whatever she wanted to him so long as it felt this good. No one was seeing them, no one would know. But she was the Catwoman, a rogue, a supervillain. He would have to live with it every time he put on the uniform, knowing that he had surrendered to her—and, if he saw her, see the smug satisfaction of breaking him in her knowing eyes. He didn’t know if he could handle that any more than he knew if he could resist her.
Selina could tell he was wavering. She doubled her efforts, sucking ravenously on his enormous, straining erection. She couldn’t fail. It wasn’t just her pride involved now, it was need. Her juices were dripping down her thighs, hot and viscous, lubricating her for a fuck that had to happen. She needed it so bad…
“Awww, Christ!” Jack keened. “You have to stop!”
Despite his protests, Selina could tell he was on the edge of coming. In fact, he was pumping his hips helplessly, fucking her silken mouth and strangling throat. Even as he cried out, his voice was hoarse, his face going cross-eyed with his growing passion.
He was right, though. She did have to stop, unless she wanted him to come in her mouth. She did want that, but even more, she wanted his gorgeous prick in her cunt. She wanted him just as aroused as he was right now while he slid inside her.
A strange new urge was building inside of Harley as she held the boom mike, her hands unconsciously stroking up and down the pole that served as a handle. Seeing the cute pink pucker of Selina’s asshole between the twitching cheeks of her obscenely exposed ass reminded her of an impulse that Harley had been getting a lot over the past few weeks. She’d felt it when she played with herself, when she played with Ivy, even when she just looked at Selina’s succulent ass all shrink-wrapped in black leather, right down to the crack.
She wanted to try a finger up her own asshole. Or Jack’s prick, even. It might be dirty. But she wanted it.
Harley wondered if Ivy wanted it too.
Selina let Jack’s huge, and now saliva-soaked, cock drop from her mouth. “Thank God,” Jack sighed. “I’m glad you stopped… I couldn’t have held back much—“
As he spoke, Selina deftly mounted him, positioning her dripping wet cunt over the fat purple knob atop his cock, like it was a drill she’d run a hundred times before. Jack didn’t even have time to try and break free of his bonds as Selina lowered herself to him immediately, wedging the pounding glans of his cockhead into her steamy little cunt with ease.
“Selina, Jesus Christ!” Jack yelped.
He finally reached for her, but even if he were unbound, it was too late. Selina jammed herself down on his thick manhood, fucking herself with all the more ease since his cock was standing straight up from his groin. She ground her hips downward, taking him swiftly into her greedy pussy, almost easier than she’d throated him. Several comments about just how loose, wet, or slutty Selina must’ve been occurred to Ivy, but she couldn’t voice one of them, shocked as she was by the size of Jack’s cock and Selina’s impalement on it and the pleasure a squealing Catwoman so vocally took in it.
Ivy felt Harley eying her insinuatingly, her own lustful stare as heated as the one Pamela was giving the conjoined lovers.
Jack, for his part, felt his achingly swollen manhood fitting snugly into the tightest, sweetest cunt he’d ever entered. Selina had as tight a grip as a teenager. The slickness of her abundant arousal had to be the only thing that let him enter her. And it was a good thing he did, because she was burning up inside, her powerful young cunt sucking him up to what had to be her womb.
Finally Ivy looked away, to Harley, admiring the lusciousness that was hers to taste, and could be anytime she wanted it. Her lips trembled as she imagined them wrapping around the hard nubs of flesh outlined against Harley’s brief clothing.
“Gaaaaaah!” Jack bawled. His words boiled out of him. “Selina, have to stop, can’t help myself!”
He wasn’t lying. He just couldn’t bring himself to protest, to even try to push Selina away. It felt too good, too damned good. He forgot about propriety, ethics, responsibility—he didn’t even think of them, just the molten sheath of Selina’s cunt on his swollen, needful cock.
“It’s alright,” Selina cooed. “No one will know. Stop worrying and just have fun!”
Jack looked dizzily at her. Her caustically stoic face was twisted into an aroused leer, her eyes gleaming with a lustful excitement. He wanted even more. He wanted her eyes rolling back in her head, her mouth dropping open in a scream, her nostrils flaring as she got fucked.
Not that Selina waited for Jack to come to that realization. She worked her slender hips, bouncing up and down on the thick, throbbing intrusion she’d given herself. Her little pink tongue nipped in and out, licking her lips when they weren’t pursing and bunching, forming the shrieks and moans of her pleasure.
“Oh, yeah, that’s good!” she cried. “Come on, Jack, give it to me! Fuck me! Stop getting fucked and fuck meeee!”
Jack gave in. God knew he’d tried to stop this. She’d gone ahead anyway. She was practically raping him. He might as well enjoy it. The consequences would still be there for him to worry about later.
Tensing against the cuffs that held him, he thrust his hips up, pounding his stiff cock into Selina’s slick little box and thoroughly enjoying it. Selina gasped with delight as she rode his bucking thrusts, her full, firm tits bouncing crazily with the motion he imparted and the pleasure he gave her.
“Oh, wow, yes!” she squealed. “That’s it, Jack, hard, fast, fuck me! Oooooo, like that! JUST LIKE THAT!”
Ivy could barely tear her eyes away, but when she did, she saw that Harley had set down the boom pole and stripped off her clothes. She was about to harangue the clown for dereliction of duty, but Harley’s breasts were firmer and more swollen and heaving harder than Ivy had ever seen them. The hardness of her friend’s nipples made her lips tremble for a taste.
Setting the camera down with its lens angled at Selina and Jack’s private party, she went to take Harley’s hand and quietly lead her out of the room. It was time she and Harl had their own fun instead of just watching.
Selina’s cream flooded out of her, almost scalding in its warmth, to drench Jack’s lap. All of Selina’s enticing body but her off-center mask was flushed pink with hot arousal. Her fierce green eyes now fluttered and rolled as if overwhelmed. As more of Selina’s juices left her, she threw her head back, sending the unsecured mask careening off of her. Freed, Selina ran her hands through her short, mussy black hair. Her hips still tirelessly worked above Jack’s crotch, but all she was really doing was riding his wild thrusts with masterful, semi-conscious balance. By rote, Jack responded to each gulp of her cunt around his prick by jamming his arms against the limit of their range, pulling his bonds taut and making the bed’s headboard groan with the force he exerted on it.
“Selina!” Jack gasped. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve fucked in years… so hot… so tight…”
Selina grinned wickedly at him, watching his fingers tense into fists over and over again. She could only imagine how much he’d love to get his hands on her tits as they jiggled right in front of him. “And your cock’s sooooo big… it feels great… great!”
It was true. Jack’s cock dwarfed most of the other marks she could’ve made on that stupid ruler. And as intimidating as it was, his overwhelming thickness felt amazing inside her sex. All Selina had to do was keep her legs open and he stuffed her full, reamed her thoroughly. When she dropped low and he arched his back high, it felt like he was going all the way to her cervix.
“Yeah, yeah, fuck me just like that!” she whined, with a pleading tone in her strained voice that would’ve embarrassed her just a few minutes ago. But it feels so good that she can almost forget how much she needs it. “You’re making me come… oh, yes, it’s so GOOD!”
As she came, Jack felt her tight, tiny pussy gripping him, clutching him, massaging him so fiercely that he almost came. He gasped with delight but managed not to come. He meant to fuck this cockteasing thief until she was bowlegged. Now that he’s given in, he might as well get the most out of it.
Selina was delighted as Jack kept fucking her right through her orgasm, making her come again and again. She’d never met a man who could last so long. He really was the perfect man to have such a big cock, and she was never going to let him go, never allow him to refuse her again.
“YES, FUCK ME!” she screamed, her voice carrying all the way to the other room where Harley and Ivy were almost intrigued enough to abandon each other and go back to see how Selina was doing. But the taste, and the tongue, of one another was just too much for them to tear themselves away from.
“MMMMMMMM, I LOVE YOUR FUCKING PRICK, JACK! I LOVE HAVING IT INSIDE ME! GO DEEPER, FASTER, HARDER! OOOOOOOH! I LOVE BEING FUCKED! I LOVE BEING FUCKED BY YOU! UNNNGHH--YOU’RE BETTER THAN NIGHTWING!”
With a shock, Selina realized that she’d never use words like this before. She’d always been cool and cruel and demeaning. Even sex with Bruce was all soft moans and squeals of delight, with hushed requests like “Love me harder” and “Deeper, deeper!” But the vulgar pleas were firing her excitement. She raved and clawed at Jack’s chest savagely as she had her biggest orgasm yet, locking her hands around his neck and rocking in rhythm with each piercing lunge he took into her cunt.
Christ, why couldn’t all men be like this?
Her hips could no longer keep up with the pace; her spine could no longer support her. She lapsed back, catching herself on outstretched arms, just barely able to hold herself up as Jack thrust into her cunt at an entirely new angle, once, twice, three times, and then she really came, her bliss squirting out of her, a strong spray of her liquid pleasure that arced into the air, hung as mist, came down on Jack’s abs and chest and face.
Even Nightwing hadn’t made her do that.
“Get up!” Jack roared at her, still thrusting upward even as his cock began to slip out of her, as she spooled off the enthusiastic bucking with boneless inertia. “Get back on my cock! Fuck it! Fuck my cock!”
Selina just grinned deviously as she pulled herself off of him, coming to a rest beside his spread-eagled body. She was warmly aglow and more than satisfied. “I think that’s enough for now. After all, I got what I wanted, and the next time I have a little itch to scratch, I don’t want to have to wait for you to get hard again. Now, where’s that cock-ring…”
Then Selina heard wood splintering.
Sitting up frantically, her fatigue fleeing her body, she saw that the stressed headboard had finally broken. Jack slid his cuffs out through the fracture, leaving them dangling uselessly from his wrists. Stupid, fucking Harley and Ivy… where were they, Selina wondered fiercely.
In her sluggish afterglow, it took her all too long to remember that Jack’s legs were still bound, and if she just got out of reach, she could handle him at her leisure. In fact, long before that occurred to her, Jack had grabbed her, thrown her down on the bed, and trapped her underneath his body.
“What was that you said you wanted?” Jack asked her. “For me to fuck you?”
Selina gulped, once. Then opened her mouth to cry out, only for Jack to kiss her passionately.
“Yes, yes, YES!” she heard Harley baying through the wall, and the next thing she knew, Jack was fitting his member to her cunt once more.
This was worse than when Robin had managed to mount her twice.
Comments
Shendude
Seconding! (also nice little meta-bit there)
Great update
