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“Bruce, is this about work,” Dinah asked, looking him over, “or about getting into my fishnets?”
She knew how Bruce dressed down. An undershirt, sweatpants, or the armor of the Batman that he somehow seemed comfortable in. That what he tended to wear on the rare occasions that she caught him in the Watchtower with downtime.
This wasn’t that. His only concession to comfort was not wearing a tie. Otherwise, the gray slacks, suit jacket, and buttondown could not have been more tailored, obsessively detailing the thickened muscle of his body just underneath. It seemed the thickest material on him was the leather of his Oxford shoes.
Bruce chose not to reply in any way that would draw attention to the fact that she herself was wearing the black dress she knew he loved. Her only modesty was in not wearing the fishnet stockings that went with it, ironically enough. Somehow, paradoxically, her bare legs just weren’t as enticing without them.
It made him wonder if she left them on in bed.
“You should know that I of all people would believe in business before pleasure,” Bruce told her, stripping off his jacket. He folded it over his arm. “Shall we?”
She sat down with him on the table set out on the balcony, high enough that the wind whistled past as loud as the music at a club, though thankfully the building sheltered them from feeling it. Bruce’s penthouse offered a spectacular view, but Dinah still found her eye drawn to him as his butler went through the courses of the meal and brought one the first one. She didn’t need to hear one word about it. It was, of course, delicious.
“What are your thoughts on the Young Justice program?” Bruce asked her over dinner.
“The same as yours, I expect. In need of improvement, but overall effective. I think all of the kids are working well together, forming a healthy support system among themselves, and learning skills they wouldn’t on their own.”
“You expect correctly. But how much improvement do you think is required?”
“Interpersonal issues, I would say. We need to settle whether the team is a training program or a branch of the JLA. They’re not good little tin soldiers. They won’t accept that we’ll sit on high and give them one mission and deny them another. If they see a mission they feel strongly enough about, they’ll take it on. Encouraging that or discouraging that are both mixed bags, but we need to choose one or the other and present a united front. I’m not even talking about going on a case by case basis, I mean a pattern of behavior that could prove problematic either way.”
Bruce nodded as he sipped his wine. “I can understand your concerns over portions of the team going rogue. But what risks would you say there are in taking a hardline stance against unauthorized missions?”
“Simply in having a generation of superheroes that’s too dependent on us for guidance and leadership. We need critical thinking just as much as we need soldiers who will follow orders. As dangerous as their independence can be, I worry about their efficiency of action if we’re compromised. How’s the wine?”
“A little weak on its own, but it pairs well with the meal,” Bruce answered her. “I’m sensing some further misgivings about the program, beyond the issue at hand.”
“Simply this: the more responsibilities they take on, the further they go from being a training program and becoming some sort of military branch. To be blunt, I don’t think that’s healthy for teenagers and children. It could get to the point where we order them in action regardless of their mental and physical well-being, just because they’re a team we feel comfortable trusting to achieve an objective.”
“To play devil’s advocate,” Bruce replied, “if we can count on them, shouldn’t we? The day may come—frequently—where we’re forced to rely on them. Shouldn’t we be ready for that? All of us?”
“I think that sacrifices their present well-being for a hypothetical scenario. And the more stress we subject them to, the worst it could be.”
“Well said. How to keep the training wheels on when they want them off…”
“And when we’ve already taken them off at times,” Dinah needled. “Every time we contradict ourselves, we weaken our position.”
“They’re smart. They understand that the circumstances of an emergency can’t slip into day-to-day structure.”
“Some of them, intellectually, yes. But again, we’re dealing with inexperienced, unorthodox personalities here. Not soldiers.”
Seeing they’d both emptied their wineglasses, Bruce poured for both of them once more. “In my opinion, the issue is the black-ops missions. It’s saying to them that they are JLA members, just secret ones, instead of students we’re mentoring.”
“I could see that,” Dinah agreed. “But that’s what makes them their ace up our sleeve.”
“As you said. They’re not an ace up our sleeve, they’re students we’re mentoring. We take the program public—expand it to incorporate more of those who could benefit from membership—and give them a limited discretion as to what missions to take on.”
“How limited?” Dinah asked.
“Best to hammer that out with the rest of the League. But perhaps a territory they could cover, like the League used to do with its continental divisions. Europe, for instance, has little in the way of metacrime, but enough disasters and emergencies to reward attention. It could be enough responsibility for them. Not children, but not full-fledged Leaguers either.”
“And with expanded ranks, they’d have the numbers to counter natural disasters, handle crowd control and evacuation…” Dinah nodded, lips pursed. “That could be very useful. If a crisis situation does develop, the League could take it on directly while Young Justice handles collateral damage… but they’re not going to like it. They’ve been on higher stakes missions.”
“They shouldn’t have been,” Bruce said definitively. “We’ve allowed them to get away with it because those unauthorized missions have gone well, but that’s been luck, nothing more.”
“I think you’re selling them short.”
“Better to underestimate them than to let them get themselves into a situation they can’t handle.”
“I think we’re skirting the real issue here,” Dinah said. “We need a mechanism to let these missions be handled, and a team that respects us enough to stand down if ordered. The new normal can’t be them going behind our backs because they feel we won’t listen to them.”
“Agreed. Several of the team have mentors in the League, even parents. We should use that connection to make it clear their concerns will be listened to, so long as they’re properly passed up the chain.”
“And that we won’t tolerate them going off on their own and doing whatever they like. They have learning permits, not driver’s licenses.”
“Exactly.”
“Exactly,” Dinah mimicked. “You’re agreeable tonight.”
“The wine pairs very well with the meal. We seem to be in accordance then, at least enough to table it until a full vote.”
“Which you expect to go our way,” Dinah said, unsurprised.
“It’s the logical course of action. Your agreement just confirms it.”
“Anyone ever tell you that you have quite the ego?”
“An ego is unjustified. My awareness of my abilities is realistic.”
“Jesus… the only way you come off well is in comparison to Ollie!”
“Is that the only way he suffers in comparison?” Bruce asked, and from just the slide of his eyes over her, Dinah knew that business was done with and pleasure was commencing. “I’m aware that things aren’t well between you two. If you’re looking for a place to stay, I always have a place for you to rest your head.”
“And Bruce Wayne sleeps on the couch?” Dinah asked in turn.
“Three wives,” Bruce said. “You’d be surprised. Though Diana would love to have you as one of the Amazons. All you’d have to do is ask.”
“And to become a full-fledged Amazon, by law, how long would that take?”
“A year or so, I’d imagine. In the meantime, of course, you could stay at Wayne Manor. Diana would love to have you.”
“Is she the only one?”
“You couldn’t have put that dress on tonight not knowing what it flatters. And how little you need flattering.”
Dinah smiled back at him. “More awareness of your abilities?”
“Again—three wives.”
Dinah picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth. “I’ll sleep at Wayne Manor, but just to get out of the Watchtower. It’s getting a little weird, spending the night there. And this is only as one colleague to another.”
“Of course,” Bruce said. “We can be roommates. Like colleagues would be.”
“Don’t push it.”
***
He laid it all out with a certainty that was infuriating. He had a room set out for her, right next to him, joined by a door even. She could lock it from her side, of course. And it made sense—in the unlikely event that there was an attack, which she’d been with the League long enough to know was likely as not, it would be good for the two of them to instantly be able to join forces.
But he was right next door to her. Him and his bed.
Dinah went through the depths of his preparation for her. Everything had been thought of and accounted for, down to a hearty wardrobe all in her size, clothes enough for her to not wear the same outfit for a month. And the bathroom had all her favorite brands of make-up. Even a toothbrush still in its plastic wrap. She puzzled over it for a moment, before realizing it was the head of an electric toothbrush, already plugged in.
That Bruce. He thought of everything.
She wondered if Bruce was good in bed, then scolded herself for even thinking about it. True, she and Ollie hadn't been fucking much the past couple months, and their sex life was in a rut, but that was no excuse for having adulterous thoughts. Or… separated thoughts. That’s what they were now, wasn’t it? Separated.
She wouldn’t do it. Not on the first night. She’d get a good night’s sleep while he stayed up all night, tossing and turning, expecting her to come in at any moment and tend to that big hard-on of his…
It would be big, wouldn’t it? Three wives. Of course it was.
But how big?
Maybe she could see. He was asleep in there, right? She could go in, stealthy as a canary at night, and pull back the sheets and see for herself. Assuming he was asleep.
Dinah took a glass and pressed it to her ear against the wall. She heard nothing. Not even snoring. Maybe he wasn’t even there. Out in that Batmobile, making Gotham safe for decent citizens. In which case, all her hedging and worrying was for nothing.
So even if she didn’t look at his junk, she could at least know whether he was there or not.
Dinah went to the door. She’d locked it, just as a gesture of… something. Then she’d changed into the nightie she wore now, black and scanty, uncomfortably reminiscent of the dress she’d worn, yes, knowing Bruce liked it. Not that she intended to show Bruce her nightie. It was something she’d bought for Ollie, to wear around Ollie. Not that he’d appreciated it.
Dinah had been trying too hard lately not to think about sex at all. She believed in her marriage vows and figured Ollie would be her only lover in her whole life. But their sex life was terrible. It made sense to get her mind on other things, find new outlets for her energy. She’d tried to let that be the League. But the outlet Bruce offered revealed just how much energy she had to burn. She felt insatiable. Too hot to ever work her arousal off with anything other than—
Three wives…
He might not even be in there.
He might be asleep.
He might not even have that big a dick. Dinah snorted a laugh. Diana? Artemis? C’mon. They were dykey as hell, and Dinah could say that because the Birds of Prey had been one big orgy. Maybe he was just a beard. Wouldn’t that be ironic? Batman, Bruce Wayne, the hairy-chested love god, just a smokescreen for Diana and her muff-diving.
God, I’m being a bitch, she thought, shaking her head. Three fucking wives!
She would just peek in and see if he was there. If he weren’t, she would feel ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as she would feel if she kept up this insane back and forth with herself any longer, and over absolutely nothing!
Dinah went to the door and threw the lock and opened it and there was Bruce, standing right there, towering over her with his kimono low and open on his body, revealing so much of his muscles, so much of his scars, so much of his… experience.
“How long have you been standing there?” she asked.
He stepped forward and she walked back. “I heard someone put a glass against my wall. I’m surprised it took you so long.”
“I was just… wondering if you’d gone out.”
“I would have asked you to come along if I had.”
“You—“
“We make a good team, don’t you think?”
“You planned this—“
“You wanted it.”
Dinah thought about it. She looked him over. She wondered if it was true that a man's height indicated the size of his dick. Bruce was over six feet. She felt sudden heat in her pussy. Hell, yes, they could have a terrific time together.
The only question was, could she cheat on her husband?
Not that he hadn’t cheated on her.
Now Bruce had offered her another solution to her dilemma. If her husband wasn't going to make decent love to her any more, that didn't mean she had to go the rest of her life being horny and frustrated.
"What do you think, Dinah?" he asked reasonably. "What would you like to do while you stay here?”
"Well, Bruce, this is so sudden," she said. "I really have to think about it more.”
Easy, she thought. Think. Don't rush into this.
“But I guess we could kiss a little. Just to see what it's like."
He took hold of her. Almost awkwardly, like a couple of teenagers making out for the first time, she slid into his arms and was his. Dinah felt instant excitement. It really was a thrill to kiss somebody besides her husband. Bruce's kissing was different, arousing. As he slid his tongue into her mouth, she clenched hard and helplessly.
Hell, yes, she wanted to have an affair with this man. No question about it. She'd been sexually frustrated for months now, and Bruce had always turned her on. The only worry was Ollie finding out, but she was certain that they could handle that.
Still she didn't rush. She liked playing it coy, letting Bruce court and seduce her. It had been a long time since Ollie had taken the trouble to do that. When he was horny, he just jumped on her and got off as fast as he could. Dinah adored the idea of being seduced.
So she went on playing her coy role. She gasped and exclaimed, "Oh, God, Bruce, I don't know about this! I never cheated on Ollie before!"
"How do you like it?” Bruce asked her.
“God, you’re really insufferable, you know that? Really, really…”
She'd put out just enough bait to get him going again. She hadn't said she'd fuck him, but she'd invited him to try changing her mind. He held her close and shoved his tongue into her mouth again, and she creamed furiously. Her tits swelled, and her stiffening nipples poked against his chest. She was getting insanely horny.
She wasn't wearing anything under her nightie, and when Bruce slipped his hand inside he encountered her naked tits, perfectly round globes of soft hot flesh. He started squeezing them, and Dinah gave a muffled gurgle of arousal.
For one wild moment she wanted to just pull Bruce down on top of her and spread her legs for him. But how would that be different from making love with her husband? No, she wanted a slow, delicious seduction, and she had Bruce all set up to do it.
"Bruce, honey!" she murmured. "I think we're going too far! You're getting me excited!"
Always the gentleman, Bruce let go of her, but his face was red with lust, his eyes glazed. Dinah snuck a quick glance at his fly and saw that it was sharply tented. He swallowed hard, then reached for her again, unable to control himself.
"Just let me look at you," he said hoarsely. "I've been undressing you with my eyes for years. I just have to know."
He slid her nightie down off her shoulders and then whisked the nightie off her, leaving her naked. Dinah gave a little squeal, which she hoped he took for modesty, and fell back on the bed. Bruce devoured her tall curvy body with his lusty eyes. Dinah found it incredibly arousing to be stared at like that.
"You're gorgeous," he breathed, a cool statement of fact.
He stared at her firm ripe tits, then lowered his gaze to her golden pubic hair. She let her thighs fall open just a little, giving him a tantalizing peek at the moist pink flesh of her clit. He was practically humming with inward activity.
“You want to touch me, don’t you?” she breathed, getting off on how he was getting off on her. When was the last time Ollie had really looked at her? “Okay… just a little… don’t go too far…”
Maybe it wasn't nice of her, torturing him like that, but she was loving every second of it. Ollie just didn't give her that kind of attention any more. She was just a hole to stick his cock in, and she resented that. She was starved for a man's hunger.
Bruce reached out and began caressing her all over. She shivered with excitement as he felt out every curve of her soft silky body. She could feel the molten arousal gushing from her starved cunt and soaking her thighs. Her nipples tingled, her tits throbbed.
Then Bruce was pushing her legs open, bending them at the knees. Before she could react, he'd nosed right into her pussy. She felt his hot breath on the sensitive flesh, then the electric contact of his tongue. She gasped with pleasure.
"Oooooooh, honey, ooooh!" she squealed. She hadn't meant to sound that eager, but she just couldn't help it. Bruce was going down on her and doing it expertly. How long had it been since Ollie had given her any head? She couldn't even remember. She creamed heavily and helplessly, all over Bruce's flushed face.
He whisked his big wet tongue up and down her sex, licking up all her hot tangy cream. He didn't miss an inch of her tender pussy. Dinah lay there with her legs wide open, clawing the bed and gurgling with pleasure. She couldn't act coy now. It felt too damned good.
"Mmmmmmm, Bruce, it’s so good!" she gurgled. "I'd never have believed it!"
He briefly raised his head and grinned at her.
"You didn't think the Bat could give good head?" he chuckled.
“I didn’t think any man could!”
“I’m not just any man.”
He wasn't bragging. He coated every inch of her seething slit with his saliva. Then he started going for the most sensitive places. He flicked the stiff tip of his tongue over her clit, making her squeal. He circled the gushing mouth of her cunt, and she writhed with need.
Then she felt his teasing tongue tip rimming the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. Even Ollie had never done that to her. She couldn't believe how exciting it felt. She howled with pleasure as Bruce started sliding his slick hot tongue up her asshole.
"Oooooh, Bruce, God, ooooh!" she babbled. He stuck it all the way into her, then started fucking her with it. Dinah gurgled and babbled, blown away by this kinky love-making. She found that her rectum was just as sensitive and responsive as her cunt. She loved feeling it crammed and reamed.
"Oh, my God, Bruce, I'm going crazy!" she sobbed. "I can't take much more! I have to get off, honey!"
Bruce whipped his tongue out of her ass and jammed his mouth onto her clit. He started sucking her off expertly. Dinah arched her body and shoved her clit hard against his sucking lips, frantic to come. She couldn't ever recall feeling this horny.
"Oooooh, oooooh, suck meeeeeee!" she wailed. Bruce sucked harder and harder on her nearly bursting clit, and a second later she was in orbit. "Ohhhhh, fuck, I'm cominggggg!" the statuesque blonde sobbed.
Bruce sucked her really good, all the way through her long body-wracking climax. Then Dinah lay there gurgling with contentment. There was no question in her mind any more about whether to have an affair with this man. She couldn't get enough of him.
"Bruce, that was great," she soiled. "You give terrific head, all right. Now let me do something nice for you. Why don't you take off your clothes?"
"I was hoping you'd ask," he said.
Dinah couldn't help grinning. He stood up and removed his kimono. She ogled his tall hard-muscled body and seethed with desire for him.
His boxers were obscenely tented, and as he drew them off, his massive boner snapped free, stiff as steel and drooling thick blobs of cream. Dinah drooled, too. It had been a long time since she'd indulged in her favorite indoor sport: cock-sucking.
"Mmmm, come here, Bruce!" she purred.
Bruce stretched out on the bed, and Dinah knelt beside him, grabbing greedily for his stiffly standing prick. It was a beauty, as thick as her wrist and hard as iron. She fisted the base of it, leaned down, and licked up all his salty cream. Then she slid her mouth down around the fat stalk, and Bruce groaned happily.
"Christ, yes, Dinah, suck me off!" he cried. Dinah could get only half his enormous prick into her little mouth. She sucked in her cheeks and started suctioning the hot delicious cream out of his piss hole. Bruce looked like he'd died and gone to heaven. His face was contorted into a horny grimace.
"Shit, yes, suck!" he groaned.
It was the first time Dinah had heard her old friend use a dirty word. Bruce was usually the most cool and level-headed of their group, but now he was going out of his mind with lusty excitement. He writhed, groaned, and fed her a steady supply of tasty hot precum
Dinah couldn't get enough of his cream. She sucked faster and faster, gobbling the stuff as fast as she could get it. Bruce obviously wanted her to go on sucking him all day, but he was on overload, too excited to hold out for long. Soon he spun out of control and started hammering his cock over her slippery tongue.
"Unnnnhhhh, shit, gonna come!" he groaned.
"Mmmmmm, mmmmmmm!" Dinah moaned.
She was letting him know that she wanted a whole mouthful of his spunk, and in about another second he gave it to her. He stiffened for a second, groaned hoarsely, and then began pumping her mouth full of sizzling jism.
"Awwwww, eat it, awwwwwww!" he bawled.
Dinah gulped the delicious seed till she'd drained his cock. He flopped back with a blissful sigh, and she licked her lips to get the last drops of his come. Then she glanced at the bedside clock.
"Mmmmm, look at that, Bruce!" she purred. "We only went for half an hour. We still have all night!”
“Not all night,” Bruce panted. “I have a conference call with Hong Kong in an hour.”
“Is it going to be a long call?” Dinah pouted unhappily. It seemed desperately unfair that she’d admitted her desire for Bruce, claimed the pleasure they shared, only for there to be this one last hurdle blocking her.
“Hours.” He petted her cheek. “I’ve got some ideas how to spend the time. How about you?”
“I have to admit I have,” Dinah giggled.
“Anything like this?” He reached for her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. That certainly seemed like one of her ideas.
As he slid tongue into her moth, Dinah felt her lust coming to a full boil. She’d just gotten off so good with Bruce, but now she was aching to do it again. She obviously wasn’t going to be satisfied with just one orgasm. No wonder, after the frustrating months with Ollie.
“Mmmmm, mmmmm!” she moaned.
She returned Bruce’s hot kiss, sliding her tongue over his. She pressed her naked body hard against him, rubbing her swelling mound against his cock. Bruce snorted with excitement, and in another moment she felt his prick begin to swell.
He wouldn’t be content with just foreplay this time. Dinah knew what she was letting herself in for. Was she really ready to fuck somebody besides her husband? After all, Ollie was the only guy she’d ever gone all the way with. This was a very big step for her.
Bruce worked his big wet tongue in her mouth and ran his hands all over her silky hot body.
Dinah loved it. Ollie just didn’t give her that kind of attention any more. He hardly even gave her a decent fuck, and that was what she missed most of all.
She had to have it. Her decision was sudden but final. She ached to get the long lusty fucking she missed. She reached down, grasped Bruce’s stiffening cock, and pumped it to its full hard dimensions. Bruce drew back and looked at her with lust-glazed eyes.
“I can’t control myself much longer, Dinah,” he said hoarsely. “Are you going to fuck or not? Because if you’re not...”
“I am!” Dinah breathed. “I am…”
She gave his huge hard prick a sensuous massage, then rolled onto her back. She bent her knees and spread her legs wide, wantonly displaying the moist pink flesh of her cunt. Bruce gave a horny growl and crawled between her thighs. He lifted her shapely legs and draped them over his shoulders.
Dinah whimpered with excitement. For years she’d secretly wondered what it would be like to fuck the Batman, and now she was going to find out. Bruce pressed the hugely engorged head of his cock against her moist opening and began pushing into her.
“Ohhhhh, God, yesssss!” she hissed.
Her eyes rolled, and her whole body got flushed with pleasure as Bruce slowly but steadily filled her cunt with his long throbbing prick. She creamed helplessly, soaking his cock, and the scorching liquid overflowed her cunt and gushed over the crack of her ass.
“Give me all of it!” she moaned. “Every inch of it!”
Bruce was breathing raggedly as he sheathed his prick in her slick and snug hole. He watched his friend’s wife taking his cock and writhing with pleasure. He heard her whimpers of bliss as he finally shoved up to her womb, filling her completely.
“You got it!” he panted. “You got all of it, Dinah! Are you sorry? Wanna quit?”
“Nooooo!” she gurgled. “Fuck me, Bruce, fuck my brains out! I need it so bad!”
Her voice was so wanton and horny, she hardly recognized it. Now she knew just how desperate she was for some decent loving. Keeping her legs draped over his shoulders, Bruce cupped her hot little ass and staffed fucking her slowly, deeply. She almost sobbed with relief. This man wasn’t going to rush. It wasn’t going to be another frustrating quickie.
“Ohhhh, baby, yesssss!” she gurgled. “Take your time, fuck me all day!”
“I wish to hell I could!” Bruce groaned.
But they both knew they had less than an hour before Bruce’s call. They’d just have to make the best of it.
Still, Bruce was almost convincing Dinah that they did have all the time in the world. He kept fucking into her slowly, sensuously, driving her wild.
“Unnnhhhh, so fuckin’ good!” she whimpered.
She remembered when Ollie used to fuck her like this, in the early days of their marriage. They’d spend all Saturday in bed, fucking themselves into exhaustion. Now when they made love, he acted like he had to catch a plane. Dinah never got off as often as she needed to.
But today she would. Already she could feel a huge orgasm building in her belly. She slowly tightened her cunt around Bruce’s deep-set cock and let the hot friction take her higher and higher. He snorted with excitement as he felt her sizzling cream drenching his prick.
“Ohhhhh, shit, Dinah, you’re driving me crazy!” he groaned.
He couldn’t maintain that slow pace. As his lust mounted, he fucked into her faster and harder, and soon her curvy body was shuddering with the impact. But Dinah loved that, too. She needed that rough deep fucking to ease all her stored-up lust.
“Yessss, harder!” she wailed. “Fuck the living shit out of me, Bruce! Ooooooooh, that’s great!”
She imagined Ollie walking in right now, finding her on the living room floor squealing with delight as she took his buddy’s cock. What would he do? Knowing Ollie, he’d be mad as hell for a few minutes. Then he’d probably get a hard-on. Yes, she knew her husband. But she wanted to know Bruce a lot more.
He was fucking her harder and harder, and she was fucking right back at him, jerking her hips to his hard rhythm. She was soaking his belly and balls with her spurting cream. She closed her eyes tight and let him hammer her into a violent orgasm.
“Unnnnhhhh, shit, I’m cominggggg!” she gasped. “Ooooooh, Bruce—unnnnggghhhh!”
“Awwwwww, Christ!” Bruce roared.
He fucked into her like a pile driver, making her climax so intensely that she almost fainted. Hot blasts of pleasure ripped through her body, and she writhed and bucked for a full minute. But when she finally went limp, she felt Bruce’s prick inside her, as hard as ever.
“You didn’t get off!” she panted.
“I don’t want to just yet,” he said. “We have so little time. I want to use every second of it.”
He let her catch her breath, then grasped her hot little body and fell backwards, taking her with him. Dinah ended up sitting on his steel-hard cock. He leered up at her, and she leered right back. She wriggled around the fat skewer of his dick and gurgled with excitement.
“Bruce, I’ve been wanting to fuck like this for so long,” she said.
“You mean being on top?” he asked.
“No, just taking my time. Ollie’s always in such a rush,” she said. “It’s like he was hurrying to get it over with.”
“I don’t ever want this to be over with,” Bruce said.
Dinah agreed, but there was no need to tell him so. She was creaming all over his prick and wriggling impatiently, aching to be fucked. They stopped talking and got down to business. Bruce grasped her tiny waist and started fucking her slowly, deeply.
“God, yessss,” she whimpered. “Fuck me again, honey! I can’t get enough from you!”
It was a shameless thing to say, but it was true. She adored fucking him. She’d never imagined herself as a cheating wife, but here she was loving it. She went on creaming heavily and helplessly as Bruce fucked deep into her fiery-hot cunt.
She pushed Ollie out of her mind. She just enjoyed the moment, moaning in ecstasy each time Bruce’s thick hard cock thrust to her womb. His excitement was carrying him away again, and he steadily speeded up and fucked her harder. She was up for it.
“Shit, yesssss!” she hissed. “Fuck harder, baby, fuck me crazy!”
Maybe she was already crazy. Here she was blatantly cheating on her husband. But she just couldn’t bear to stop. She was so aroused, she felt she’d die if she didn’t get off one more time. She was making up for months of inadequate loving.
“Fuck it to me, fuck it to meeeee!” she wailed.
Bruce was at full speed now, fucking into her so hard that her Amazonian body bounced up and down. Her ripe tits wobbled crazily, and pearly cream shot from her crammed pussy and gushed down her thighs. Her face was twisted into a horny grimace. Something reminded her that Bruce needed to make his call pretty soon, but she figured there was still enough time to get off. There'd damned well better be, because she'd go crazy if she didn't come.
“Oooooh, harder!” she screamed. “Get me off!”
Bruce’s face was red with effort, and he was snorting and growling as he gave the squealing blonde the fuck of her life. Dinah closed her eyes tight and felt herself hurtling helplessly towards climax. She couldn’t have stopped that orgasm even if she’d wanted to.
“Unnnhhhh, yessss, whaaaahhhhhh!” she wailed.
Her whole body seemed to explode with pleasure. She swayed dizzily and Bruce had to hold her up or she would have tumbled right off his hard driving cock. He fucked her steadily though her climax, leaving her limp and gasping. She flopped down on top of him and gave him a grateful squeeze.
“Mmmmmm, Bruce, you fuck so good!” she gurgled. “And I needed that so much!”
“So did I,” he rasped, “but I’m not finished yet.”
Sure enough, his cock was still inside her, hard and pulsating and drooling. Dinah couldn’t believe her good luck. Ollie would have been finished hours ago, but Bruce was like a machine, tireless and steady. She was finally getting all the fucking she craved.
“Oooooh, shit, I never wanna stop!” she moaned.
“Unfortunately we don’t have much time!” Bruce growled.
He was right. The clock told her that they had only a few minutes before his call. Dinah couldn’t afford the luxury of holding back her climax and prolonging the pleasure. If she wanted to come, she had to do it soon. She clamped her cunt tight around Bruce’s cock.
“I’ve got an idea,” she leered.
Often when Ollie wasn’t interested in making love, and Dinah lay awake horny and frustrated, she’d masturbate to get to sleep. When she did, she had all kinds of naughty fantasies. There was one in particular that really got her crazy. She realized that she could act it out with Bruce.
She hopped off the wet stiff skewer of his cock and walked over to a chair. She plopped down in it and threw her legs up over the arms, daringly exposing her wet pink slit and its pretty fringe of golden curls. Bruce stared at her, gave a growl of lust, and hurried over to hunch in front of her.
“I see I don’t have to tell you what to do,” she grinned.
“Never,” he panted.
He socked his stiff slick prick into her hot little cunt and started fucking her hard. Dinah slumped back in the chair and gurgled in ecstasy. That steady pounding gave her continuous pleasure. She creamed in molten floods, and Bruce’s hammering cock reamed out the thick juice.
It was then that Dinah heard footsteps in the hallway.
“Bruce! Bruce! I think it’s Ollie!”
“So?” Bruce asked.
“He’s going to catch us!”
“Then he can enjoy the view.”
Bruce went into high gear, fucking into her like a pile driver. She lay back for a few seconds and enjoyed the deep reaming, but then it was time to act. She reached down and grabbed his cock, pulling it from her cunt.
Bruce set his jaw unhappily, his prick throbbing in Dinah’s hand, and the footsteps continued, almost at the door.
Dinah leaned forward and stuffed his member into her mouth. She sucked it like crazy. She just hoped Bruce would guess the rest of her fantasy—and he did. He snorted with excitement and crammed his thick middle finger up her pussy. While she greedily sucked his cock, he finger-fucked her right over the edge into a powerful long orgasm.
“Mmmmm, mmmmm, unngggghhhh!” she gasped.
“Awwww, eat it, awwwwwww!” Bruce bawled.
He flooded her mouth with an enormous load of sizzling come. She held it and savored it till the thick cream spurted from the corners of her lips. Then she gulped down the whole load, gurgling with satisfaction. She and Bruce drew apart and grinned at each other.
They didn’t get to say anything, though, because at that moment the door opened. Bruce turned his head to look at Shayera as she walked in.
“Bruce,” she said, seemingly utterly unperturbed at his cum dribbling out of another woman’s mouth. “It’s time for your call.”
She held out an earpiece. Bruce put it in. “It’s dialing,” he said, as he reached for the buttons of Shayera’s blouse. “Dinah, clean me off. Then see about eating Shayera out. And if either of you make a sound, I’ll gag you.”
“Promise?” Shayera asked, and he pulled her into a kiss just before an accented voice in his ear welcomed Bruce Wayne to the teleconference, Dinah sucking his cock hard again.
