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Gotham Buffet: Order Zinda and Selina to fuck each other.
🕑 Added 2023-08-13 16:17:29 +0000 UTCBruce took his eyes off both of them: Selina’s impatient preening as she clearly expected and demanded for him to drop everything and attend to her. Zinda’s equally frenetic need to be sated.
His gaze grifted to the massive monitor of the Batcomputer. Matte black in its unpowered deadness, he saw the reflection of Zinda’s beautiful, plump ass bouncing up and down in his lap.
Of all the women Bruce had been with in his life and especially in the last twenty-four hours, Zinda was one of the most enthusiastic. As beautiful as could be asked for and obviously she liked to fuck as much as he did—possibly more.
Her well-rounded ass slapped repeatedly on his muscular thighs as she rode his cock as expertly and as jubilantly as she’d pilot a plane. The Batwing itself shook and creaked with the stress they were sending through its reinforced frame.
“I’m getting it, Bruce, I’m getting it! I wanna rub my clit on all those goddamn muscles!”
Bruce grabbed her breasts and squeezed them hard, making her squeal like an invocation of orgasm. He bucked upward as fiercely as he could, sending his bone-hard length jabbing almost to her womb.
Zinda came, eyelids fluttering, shimmying mouth now wordless instead of Oed around ecstatic screams. She was near comatose as she came down from her sexual high, except that Bruce still felt her clenching folds around him, working at his hardness like a milking hand.
Steadying her with one hand, Bruce swept his way out of the Batwing’s cockpit. He landed, still inside of Zinda, and walked to the elevator that would take him up to the manor. Still naked. Still penetrating his lover.
She quickly resumed the sex, seeming to take no notice or concern at their motion. Her legs tightened around his waist and her arms wrapped around his broad shoulders. Zinda held him deep inside her, letting the movement of his quick stride judder the penetration of her cunt.
She crooned and moaned. Getting off as he carried her and totally unconcerned with where she was being taken, so long as his cock would be there.
She did ask: “Bats, are we going to christen your helicopter too?”
Bruce grimaced, unable to speak. Even for him, it was hard to resist the urge to simply plant Zinda against the nearest wall and rut into her until he was finished. He tried to keep his mind on Selina, waiting out there on the lawn, but that only further excited him, gave him more lust he had to deal with.
Still, he wouldn’t be who he was without control.
Finally, he emerged from the manor’s front door, his bare feet cutting across the polished tile of the patio and out onto the crisp, morning-damp grass.
***
Selina was, for once, speechless. She might’ve allowed for the possibility that he would come out naked, that he would fuck her right there on the lawn.
The chance that she could get such a reaction from him was what drew them together, even as not getting the response she wanted pushed them apart. But, after he’d ravaged her and even Harley and Ivy, by proxy, it had seemed like a safe bet that she could get another such peek at the raging beast she knew lurked beneath Batman’s indomitably controlled exterior.
She hadn’t expected him to be literally in the middle of fucking someone else when she came.
“What the hell is this?” she demanded.
“Your competition,” Bruce announced, prying Zinda off himself to set her down on teetering legs.
Selina recognized Lady Blackhawk. And though it was a tall order, she had to admit the woman looked even better out of her miniskirted uniform than she did in it. She’d expected her own brazen nakedness to arouse Bruce, to almost anger him with lust, even though part of the reason for her skintight leather was how good she looked in it.
Now she found herself on the receiving end. Zinda really did look hot, even knowing she’d been fucking Bruce, especially knowing that.
Selina was now in the same position Ivy and Harley had been in when Bruce’s cock was down her throat. Turned on by how close, how radiant the sensuality of the fuck was. Wishing that it was hers.
Another reason she’d made this move was to get at Bruce before Harley, or Ivy, or anyone else could have him, now that he was finally willing to use that big cock as much as the women of Gotham wanted to be used by it. Well, Zinda had beat her to it—but she didn’t think Bruce had brought her out here just to show Selina that he was taken.
“I want you to fuck each other,” Bruce said.
Selina looked at him. Zinda looked at him.
She knew he was testing her. Testing Zinda too, maybe. Seeing how deeply he could control them.
But Selina didn’t care. She was too horny and too sick of playing games and Zinda looked too damn good to object. She knew maybe the one thing to wipe that smug look off Bruce’s face would be to give him exactly what he wanted, so she pulled Zinda to herself and kissed her.
Zinda was stiff and withdrawn, shocked by the kiss. But under her fingers, against her lips, Selina felt a pleasured warmth. She was still hot from Bruce fucking her and anything but turned off from seeing Selina naked.
“I’m sorry,” Zinda said. “I want to, but I’ve never done this before. Not with a woman, I mean.” She held her breath tensely.
“I have,” Selina told her. “Just relax. I’ll do all the heavy lifting. I know you’re used to that, if you’ve been with Bruce.”
Zinda flushed adorably. Impulsively she shut her eyes and puckered her lips.
Selina started another searing kiss, this time finding Zinda more receptive, more used to it, giving herself more to the passion that was inevitable when two such beautiful women were both naked, both wanting.
She looked over Zinda’s shoulder to Bruce as the kiss ended; wondering if Zinda was as turned on by him watching as she was.
“Any requests?” she asked, winding her arms around Zinda’s body to bring their nudity together, the blonde letting out a tiny squeak as she felt so much of Selina’s bare flesh all at once.
