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🕑 Added 2018-04-14 17:03:32 +0000 UTC Helena smiled as she listened to Barbara blab on the phone with her oh-so-loving girlfriend. Dinah’d been a pretty good sport about Barbara suddenly having a cock to contend with, but Helena didn’t think she really appreciated a ten inch dick suddenly being brought to the table. More often than not, Barbara was left with a hard-on that needed tending to. And if Dinah wasn’t going to get the job done, Helena was happy to fill the opening by having her opening filled.“Sure,” Barbara said into her headset, though she was paying more attention to Helena as the Italian woman closed and locked the door behind her. “I’ll get some milk on the way home. Just don’t pour out any cereal—I’m gonna be stuck here pretty late.”
As Dinah’s conversation turned to casual gossip, Barbara watched Helena walking towards her. Helena was wearing tightly cut slacks, tailored to show off the perfection of her lower body—her legs might not have been as long and lean as Dinah’s, but her ass was beyond compare. A thin blouse covered her full breasts, outlining the hard nipples that clearly had no bra between them and Helena’s top.
Barbara pushed her wheelchair back from the desk, glad that Dinah was letting her ‘work late.’ She loved Dinah, and more than appreciated how open Dinah was to her little side effect, but she hated the thought of overburdening Dinah with the ejaculatory treatments her recovery required. So if Helena wanted to be a bit of a slut, as per usual, and take up the slack, then she would give Dinah the night off her ‘nursing duties’ and let Helena play nurse instead. Or should that be play doctor?
Like she was plucking the string of a guitar, Helena caught the hem of her blouse and with just that casual grip, pulled it up off her body and tossed it away, her breasts tumbling out even as it landed in the corner. The sight made Barbara’s cock as stiff as a board, the knob beginning to throb insistently as it pressed against the teeth of her fly.
“Don’t wait up for me,” Barbara told Dinah as she worked her member out of her pants for Helena. “I have to get back to work.”
“I won’t,” Dinah said over the phone, totally unaware that her chief rival for Barbara’s affections was at that moment kneeling down between her lover’s legs. “I probably should’ve assumed that if you weren’t here by now, you were working late, instead of calling you up and bothering you while you’re busy.”
“Don’t think twice about it,” Barbara said, catching her breath as she felt the warmth of Helena’s lips against the proud swell of her engorged cockhead. “Talking to you was a nice little break. But I’m going to get back to it now. I have to go.”
When Helena heard the beep of the phone call disconnecting, she smiled to herself and redoubled her efforts. Barbara was all hers now, and she intended to show the boss lady just what she could do.
“Alright, Ms. Bertinelli,” Barbara began, refining her voice into the low chill she knew Helena craved. As much as she resented them, the woman had a hard-on for authority figures that was even bigger than Barbara’s. Teasing her like this would make Helena desperate to please. “You must have known before you started that you would have to make up for that interruption. I could go home and get a nice cocksucking from Dinah. You’d better do a much more impressive job.”
“I’ve practiced on lots bigger than Dinah’s little goatee,” Helena retorted. “Surely you’ve noticed how huge Grayson is…”
Barbara reached down, closing her hands in Helena’s jet-black hair to hold her steady. She thrust her hips up off the seat of her wheelchair, ramming the thickness of her erection into Helena’s mouth. Helena moaned at the taste of it, the sound seeming to make the cum boil in Barbara’s testes. The feel of Helena’s massive breasts pressed into Barbara’s thighs didn’t hurt either.
“That’s it, Hel,” Barbara cooed, pumping her cockhead to the back of Helena’s throat. “Suck the cum out of my prick. Suck it right out.”
Helena’s jaw soon ached around the assault of Barbara’s member, but she couldn’t have cared less. Getting her reward of Barbara’s cum was more important than anything. It was all she could think about, once more feeling Barbara’s steaming seed coating her throat and dropping down into her quivering belly. She slaved between Barbara’s legs for it.
Ever since Barbara had gotten a prick, Helena had been obsessed with it and the hot cum that came out of it. She felt sometimes like it was some kind of narcotic, and her body needed regular doses of it. It was hard for her to remember a time when she didn’t crave the seed of a climaxing man, but none of them had possessed a more deliciously satisfying load than Barbara Gordon.
Looking at Helena pumping her head eagerly on her member, Barbara considered how Helena’s special hunger was obviously no secret. So how could she be expected not to use it to tease Huntress and drive her wild with desire? It made the blowjob that much more intense, for both of them.
“Slow down,” Barbara ordered, pulling Helena away from her cock by the hair. “You’re too eager, you know that? You should play a little hard to get.”
Helena strained at Barbara’s grip on her hair, trying to get back to the savory taste of her swelling cock. Barbara laughed; she enjoyed watching Helena send her tongue out to try and get to the tip of her cock. Helena’s hot breath felt great against the blunt tip of her prick.
“Goddamnit, Babs, don’t do this to me!” Helena cried, surrendering to the strength of Barbara’s hold and her own mounting desires. Pride could sometimes come secondary to just how hot Barbara made her, and lately, more and more, Barbara had brought her up to a fever pitch. “You know how good it’ll be if you let me work on that big, fat cock. I’ll give your balls a good sucking too. And I’ll even lick your ass,” she promised, trying to sound as sultry as she could while eying Barbara’s member like a dog spying a treat.
“Tell me about it,” Barbara insisted, delighting in pulling Helena back just a little, Huntress almost crying out as Barbara’s cock got that much further away. “Tell me how much you like sucking dick.”
“I’d rather show you!” Helena retorted, lunging forward hard enough that she ripped out of Barbara’s hold on her.
Barbara allowed the Italian a good kiss on her throbbing prick before grabbing Helena’s ebony hair again and pulling her back out of reach, her cock popping out of Helena’s mouth with strands of saliva trying to hold them together, before those broke apart too and left Helena literally drooling. Barbara intended to have a lot of fun with Helena Bertinelli before giving her any of the hot cum she craved.
“I want to hear about it, Bertinelli,” Barbara demanded, pushing Helena away from her. “Get out of those pants and tell me what a whore you are. Right now.”
Helena knew the game that her fearless leader was playing. She hated it as much as she enjoyed it. But there was no way out of doing what Barbara wanted. The boss didn’t love her like she loved Dinah. The leeway Black Canary got wouldn’t come to her; she couldn’t top Barbara no matter how hard she tried. With Barbara in this mood, there was no other way of satisfying her, and how could Helena enjoy a huge load of warm cum if she didn’t satisfy Barbara?
“You always do this to me just when I really need you to come down my throat, don’t you?” Helena asked, pouting as she slowly climbed to her feet. “You can’t just fuck my face. You have to make me beg for it too.”
Helena could see Barbara’s eyes focused on her ripe breasts, perky despite their size and heft. As she stood there, Helena’s hands sought out her own nipples, hardened now by the whetted appetite she’d gotten from Barbara’s dick. She rolled the sensitive mounds between her fingertips, just to let Barbara know she could pleasure herself just fine without her. She wasn’t sure if the redhead believed it anymore than she did.
“Let me tell you something,” Helena went on coyly, her pout becoming a sultry smirk at Barbara’s ease of handling her, her own acquiescence to Barbara’s mastery. “I’m never happier than when that fat cock you have is rammed down my throat. Feeling those balls bouncing off my chin? Feeling you thrum when I tighten my lips on the base of your prick? You know what that does to my pussy, you big-dicked stud?”
“Tell me,” Barbara said, wrapping her hand around the exposed length of maleness poking out from her fly. “I like hearing how much you love my cum.”
Helena bared her teeth in a silent growl. “Take it easy with that fucker of yours,” she said, watching Barbara stroke herself like a dog being teased with a tennis ball that their master just wouldn’t throw. “I’ll kick your ass if you let one of those massive loads of yours go to waste. You’ve got a perfectly good cum dumpster right here. My lips are just waiting to suck the spunk out of you. You know how happy it makes me when you come in my mouth. I fuck myself for hours the moment you’re done using my face as your personal sperm bank.”
“Don’t you worry about that, bitch,” Barbara said, relishing the foul word and the shudder that went through Helena as the Italian admitted inwardly that that was what she was, what Barbara had reduced her to, just with the taste of her delicious jizz.
“Can I trust a cock as hard as yours?” Helena asked, her voice deep and warm. “I would believe anything you say, as long as you’ve got that big dick to use on me.”
Helena’s hands dropped down from her breasts as she arched her back, now thrusting out her cleavage towards Barbara’s admiring eyes. Her hips began to roll slowly, swaying in time to imaginary music. The fingers of her right hand popped open the elastic waistband on her pants and unzipped them.
“I bet you haven’t forgotten how good my asshole felt the last time your cock was inside it,” she told Barbara, putting her back to the redhead as she lowered her slacks down over the swells of her pert ass.
Helena was wearing a pair of sheer black panties, the depth of her asscrack clearly visible through the fabric stretched between the twin protuberances of her buttocks. She turned to the side, letting her pants fall around her ankles. Barbara could see, in profile, the inviting voluptuousness of her ass.
“Have you forgotten how you screamed that I was splitting you in two the last time I put in the tip?” Barbara asked.
“Who said I didn’t like it?” Helena asked, stepping out of her slacks so they were left a soft puddle on the floor, to be kicked aside, leaving nothing detracting from Helena’s naked beauty. “I remember how much you loved my ass every time I sit down. I can’t wait to explain to Dick that the reason he can fit in my asshole now is that you stretched it out for him.”
Barbara grimaced. As much as she hated to be reminded of how intimate Dick and Helena had been, Helena’s wicked words brought a sprig of precum to the tip of her prick.
“I’ll make a deal with you,” Helena said, licking her lips as she eyed the dollop of seed awaiting her. “Let me suck down the first steaming load from your hot cock, and you can have my ass before I ever let Dick near it. What do you say to that?”
“I say convince me to even want my dick in your ass.”
Helena turned back to Barbara, dressed only in sheer pantyhose, high heels, and panties now soaking wet from her aroused cunt. Through the almost transparent groin, Barbara could count each cunt-hair. They were purple—dyed to appease Helena’s ego. She was surprised Helena hadn’t shaven them into an H.
“Let me suck you,” Helena purred. “Let me feel you come in my mouth, hold your balls in my hand as they pump cum down my throat. I want so much of your seed that it runs down my chin and covers my tits. But I promise to lick up every drop. Your cum is just too good to waste.”
Helena walked slowly towards Barbara, rolling her hips with each step. Her breasts bounded, unencumbered by a bra, and Barbara’s eyes followed their every jiggle. Temptation continued to flow from her moistly parted lips.
“Would you like me to suck your balls, Gordon?” she asked. “Or maybe run my tongue up your ass? I’ll do anything to turn you on, stud.” Helena lowered herself back between Barbara’s legs, as if arranging herself for worship of the phallic idol that now loomed over her. “Because it’s only when you’re turned on that I’ll have a big load of cum to gulp down. I want to fill up on that. A nice dessert for after I’m done eating your cock.”
Helena’s fingertips caressed the sensitive skin of Barbara’s inner thighs. She let her bare breasts press against Barbara’s legs as her hands stroked ever closer to Barbara’s churning scrotum. The musk of Barbara’s aroused phallus filled her nostrils.
“I hope I’m not being too selfish?” Helena coyly said. “I know Dinah wants that sweet treat too. I just want her to go second. It’s not like I’m going to swallow it all. Who could? She can have all she wants when it’s dripping off my naked body.”
Helena suddenly swooped down and planted a hot, wet kiss on the glans of Barbara’s prick. Before Barbara could grab hold of her, Helena sat upright, her hands forcing Barbara’s legs apart. She brought her big tits into Barbara’s lap, catching the redhead’s engorged member between them. She wanted to show Babs that she had the best pair around.
“God!” Helena groaned, hands holding her breasts together around Barbara’s prick. “You have the hottest cock I’ve ever felt! Feels like a damn branding iron when you titfuck me! Feels like you’re marking me as your fucking property!”
Helena was rocking her entire body against Barbara’s throbbing length. She curled her body to lick Barbara’s cockhead every time it pushed through her enormous cleavage and up into open air. Except for those occasions, she never stopped talking, never stopped arousing Barbara with the obscene words from her warm, sensual lips.
“Your cock feels so good! Holy shit, I can actually feel this fucking killer of yours getting bigger!” Helena groaned, spitting on Barbara’s shaft, as if trying to claim it for her own in some reciprocal gesture. “This goddamn weapon of a cock must be filling up with boiling cum—must be gallons of it in your balls, gallon! I can feel them… churning out cum for my mouth, my pussy—my face…”
Helena reached below Barbara’s body to grab hold of her scrotum, just as Barbara’s eager hands grabbed her breasts. She took over grinding them into her prick, pushing the throbbing nipples around to her shaft as she fucked away with it as Helena’s ripe cleavage.
Helena’s hands worked Barbara’s balls, knowing it would be too much for Dinah to take. She could play with a cock and a set of balls better than anyone. Not to mention she’d been able to make Babs come like crazy when all she was working with was a tight little pussy.
“All right, you fucking prick, give me that load of yours! Shoot it right into my mouth, you bitch!”
“I’m close, you cum-hungry whore!” Barbara cried, her eyes clamped shut as she thrust her body to Helena’s. “I’m about to be the first person… on fucking Earth… to stop Helena Bertinelli from talking!”
Helena didn’t have to be told how close Barbara was to spurting. She could smell the cum ready to burst out from Barbara’s cockhead. She was squirming into position, holding her mouth open in front of that cum-filled cock, open and hungry.
“That’s it, Babs, that’s right!” Helena screamed, enjoying the first blasts of cum from Barbara’s prick as she fucked it between her sweaty tits.
The next spurts splashed against Helena’s nose before dripping down onto her lips. She was mortally afraid of losing too much of Barbara’s delicious cum. Barbara was still holding her tits around the phallus, keeping Helena’s body just where it was. Huntress had to bend her neck painfully to fit Barbara’s exploding knob into her hungry lips.
Helena’s words were suddenly replaced by wet slurping noises as she savored each drop of Barbara’s ejaculation. She was in ecstasy, sucking away at Barbara’s cockhead like she’d been dying of thirst.
Barbara finally let go of Helena’s breasts. She wanted to shove her cock all the way down Helena’s throat before she was done coming. Nothing felt better than sucking lips at the base of her cock, urging the last drops of her load into a hungry belly..
Helena took every inch of prick that Barbara could give her. She was choking on the thickness of Barbara’s length, but that obviously didn’t matter to her. If she were going to drown in a flood of jism, then there was no way she’d rather go out.
“There you go, Hel!” Barbara hissed. “It’s what you’ve been waiting for! Now take every last drop, slag. Get my whole cock down your throat. If you waste one drop of my semen, I’ll never fuck you again. Suck, you dirty slut! Suck until my prick is empty!”
With that, the full force of Barbara’s ejaculation burst forth from her. After only three intensely voluminous seconds, Helena thought the flood would never end, and for the first time she really thought about how it would feel to drown in cum. She decided it would be worth it. While her right hand kept working Barbara’s emptying balls, her left hand found its way behind Barbara’s ass.
“Harder, you prostitute!” Barbara commanded. “Ram that fucking finger of yours into my ass!”
Helena was more than happy to oblige—do anything that would get her just a little more cum from Barbara’s cock. She rammed a stiff finger inside of Barbara’s anus, pushing it and pumping it and finding an answering surge going through Barbara’s shaft. The spell of hardness forced out the last drops of Barbara’s semen, and they sparkled like diamonds on Helena’s taste buds.
As much as she hated the inevitable, Helena felt the strength of Barbara’s cock quickly ebbing, losing its stiffness from her gullet to her tightly wrapped lips. She knew that Barbara liked to enjoy the afterglow without Helena’s cum-sticky mouth smacking on her limp tool. Exhausted, but with a bellyful of warm cum to satiate her, Helena slumped down onto the ground. She was careful to open her mouth wide enough to let Barbara’s cock plop out from between her lips without being scratched by her teeth, though it nearly dislodged her jaw.
She was also careful not to get any sperm on the thick carpet Barbara was so proud of. She wouldn’t be a very good cum rag if she let any get away, after all.
“That was good,” Barbara finally said, slumping back into her wheelchair. “You’re better on your knees than anyone else, Helena.”
“I bet you say that to all the tramps, whether they spit or swallow,” Helena said, grinning to get across that it was a joke.
But Barbara was a Bat, through and through—Helena had only married into the family. “There’s nothing like your mouth when I’m really wound up,” Barbara persisted humorlessly. “It brings out the best in me.”
“It certainly brings out something,” Helena replied. “But you said the very same thing about my asshole, Ms. Memory. You’ve got a nice little script written to keep us tramps feeling good, don’t you?”
Helena rolled onto her side with her ass pointed at Barbara. She smiled over her shoulder, seeing the intense look on Barbara Gordon’s face as she slowly rolled her panties and stockings over the rounded perfection of her firm ass.
“Don’t you remember telling me that right after you pulled your cock out of what used to be a nice, tight asshole?” Helena reached, reaching back with one hand and opening the gape between the two hills of her buttocks.
“Now that you mention it, Helena, memory loss was one of the side effects of the treatment,” Barbara laughed, reaching out and running a finger along the length of the valley splitting Helena’ ass. “Maybe I forgot that you promised to milk my balls again before I’d fuck you.”
“You definitely forgot just how tight my ass is on your monster cock.” Helena laughed wantonly, feeling the tip of Barbara’s middle finger at the tightened muscle of her anus. It would be a while before Barbara’s cock was back in action, and until then, her body was Barbara’s to do as she liked—and well-earned, as far as Helena was concerned. “Mmmm, Babs. That fingers of yours knows just where to go. You’re making my clit buzz. I’m gonna stain the carpet if you’re not careful.
Helena pushed her ass up into the air so it was easier for Barbara to finger her ass. The carpet was a little rough on her breasts, on the ground like her downturned face, but she liked the feel of that roughness on her hard nipples.
“Let’s get you ready to keep your promise,” Barbara said, a sadistic gleam in her eyes. “I’ll just assume you told me I can fuck your ass, like you don’t love it even more than my cock does.”
“Am I that predictable?” Helena asked.
“Uh-huh. You always come.”
Helena was thrilled when Barbara’s free hand ripped her stockings and panties from her body. What was left of them hung like rags around her ankles. Then Barbara’s finger started playing rough, stretching and twisting the tightness of her anus. She was shocked to look back and see life already returning to Barbara’s exhausted member. And she’d sucked it so hard, too…
Barbara looked up into Barbara’s face. The viciousness she saw there sent a thrill racing through her. It was one thing for sex to get rough, another to talk dirty, but what Barbara absolutely got off on was telling Helena what to do. The more prideful Helena was, the more depraved the command, the more obedient Helena was in obeying it—the bigger Barbara’s erection.
“Speaking of memory,” Barbara said, lifting her embedded finger until Helena was following it by getting to her feet. “Remember how I like you when I’m using your ass?”
“Sure I do,” Helena replied, rolling her ass wantonly as she led the way to Barbara’s desk. “You like your ass high in the air, where it can’t get away from that big dick you’ve got.”
Helena climbed across the polished walnut top of Barbara’s desk, her nipples crushed painfully against the wood. She kept her ass nice and high, wiggling it to draw Barbara’s blazing eyes.
Helena felt Barbara’s finger suddenly leave the tensed passage of her anus. The narrowness there still felt sore from the last time Barbara had sodomized her—with something a lot bigger than a finger—and Helena could only hope she’d be able to take more punishment.
At least it wouldn’t be necessary for her to hide the pain. Barbara might not have been a sadist per se, but she was always gratified to see her girls endeavoring to please her, no matter what the pain or humiliation. She especially loved how agony could twist Helena’s beautiful features—until Helena came back to beg for more.
"Get ready, bitch," Barbara warned. “You’re going to need the wheelchair after I’m done.”
Comments
Shendude
This story continues to be ridiculously hot. I don't know what's hotter, how dominant Babs is, or Helena using that to get what she wants.
