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🕑 Added 2022-07-29 18:00:01 +0000 UTC“He’s, uh,” Kara began to reply.
“That’s a silly question!” Kory interrupted. “I know he’s here-here, so I’m not asking so much as I’m saying I’d like to see him. It’s one of those little peculiarities of English. I’m sure I don’t have to tell you that; you’re a Kryptonian! I’m Tamaranian. But I don’t speak Kryptese and you probably don’t speak Tamarese, so we’re both stuck speaking English. I don’t mind, though, it’s a very nice language. A little odd, but so many people speak it, so it’s hard for me to think about English without thinking of all my friends who talk to me in English. Isn’t it like that with you?”
“Are you sure you want to see him?” Kara asked—with superspeed, she was capable of getting her thoughts in order despite the barrage of Kory’s personality.
“Quite sure,” Kory said with a tart nod. She stepped inside, sliding right past Kara in a kind of judo that didn’t shoulder her aside, but still bypassed her. “Dick! Can you come out here? I want my beautiful Dick in front of me…”
Kara slammed the front door and hurried, blurring a little in her rush, to catch up with Kory. “It’s just I know you’ve been together, on and off, since you were teenagers. And now you’re married. But he has so many other wives. Do you think it’s… you know… because he’s trying to tell you something?”
Kory turned on her by way of twisting around to sit down in the couch she was facing. “Dick tries to tell me many things. He’s gotten very good at communicating; he understands that I won’t judge him, no matter what he has to say, because I know it comes from a place of love.” She sighed.
Kara sat down next to her as if about to console her. “But don’t you think it’s a little funny? You’re this six foot four pin-up model with breasts right out of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. I’m sure most guys would kill just to be with you for one night, but Dick gets you for his whole life… and yet there are so many other women he’s with too…”
“I know. Isn’t it wonderful? So many Earthers have this silly custom of only allowing one mate to each other, but I think someone as gorgeous as Dick should be shared. And every other women he’s with is just so incredible. I don’t know how he does it! Even I haven’t attracted as many beautiful women as he has. And I would so like for Raven or Jade—I met her on a photo shoot—to be as well-satisfied as Dick can leave a woman. It’s just a relief he’s not interested in men as well. Their loss, I suppose. But then, men already have a great deal to be thankful for. After all, aren’t you interested in men?”
Her hand came down on Kara’s knee. Kara looked down on it, frowning. The pressure was light, but disconcerting. She wished suddenly that she’d worn something more conservative instead of throwing her young, nubile beauty in Kory’s face as a brag about how she’d gotten Dick into bed… at least, most recently.
Kory started to drum her fingers on Kara’s knee, a soft persistent tap just below the hem of Kara’s skirt. And while Kara was looking down at what was happening, Kory slid closer to her. Her hand stayed where it was.
“Do you mind?” Kara asked.
“No. I know it feels nice.” Kory laughed. “Oh, do you mean that you’re uncomfortable? I thought you’d be more accepting of it. After all, we’re both aliens, aren’t we? We know how… interesting things can be when you experiment.”
“Maybe it’s that way on Tamaran, but not on Krypton!”
“But we’re not on Krypton,” Kory pointed out. “Are we?”
***
“Bruce, lover, this is a Tracey Buxton, an old friend of mine. She’d like to spend some time with us. You don’t mind, do you?”
Bruce looked over Tracey with a slowly growing smile. His approval was more and more evident as he looked up and down her body. Which inspired Tracey to be even more crass than usual.
“I don’t think ‘e minds one bit… two young birds for your big dobber! If you’re fit enough to ‘andle Selina here, ‘ou can get your end away with me undercarriage as well.”
Bruce grunted, though his cock was aching to give this foul-mouthed little harpy a fuck right alongside Selina. She might be one hell of a chav, but there was no ignoring her luscious body.
“Tell us what to do, Brucie,” Selina said, putting an arm around Tracey and smiling into her neck. “I bet he has all sorts of ideas what all three of us should do.”
“And nowhere to get any privacy,” Bruce commented.
“Not so fast there, guv. Rank hath its privileges,” Tracey said, drawing a gold chain up from her cleavage until a key popped out from between her breasts. “’ou wouldn’t be the first to use one o’ our VIP rooms for a wee slap and tickle, but ‘ou two are just about the only ones t’ talk me inta rumpy-pumpy…”
Bruce let himself and Selina be led in one long daisy-chain with Tracey at the head. The Iceberg Lounge wasn’t just one big room, but plenty of nooks and crannies for private meetings, illicit encounters, illegal deals. Tracey seemed to know its labyrinth like the back of her hand.
Bruce was not erect yet, but he was ready to stiffen at a moment’s notice. Obviously, this was nowhere near his first threesome, but it would be interesting to work with Selina in so much more intimate a setting than usual. Less like work and more like a chance to play out some of his fantasies. Both Selina and Tracey were young and beautiful… and deeply in need of learning his sexual mastery.
The thought almost overcame Bruce’s self-restraint to bring his prick to full extension. But that wouldn’t do until he was good and ready to reward Tracey for proving pliant.
They slipped through one final door and came into a small room overlooking a rose garden on the roof, giving an aesthetic view in the stone maze of the neighboring buildings and alleyways. Its solitude was blessedly free of both the pounding music from inside the club and the traffic noise from outside.
Otherwise, the room was spartan, with bland, functional furnishings that reminded Bruce of the set of a porno. That seemed to fit the torrid nature of this first rendezvous. Later, he would hopefully be able to ease Tracey in to more luxurious surroundings—pampering her and spoiling her until, with some discipline, her loyalty was assured.
“Take your clothes off,” he told Tracey, modulating his voice with enough roughness to be interesting, but not the gruff authority he would employ as Batman. He still wanted her to think she was just Bruce Wayne, billionaire playboy—for now and for some time to come.
As he’d expected, Tracey simmered her way into unbuttoning her blouse. She dropped it to the ground and Bruce raised an eyebrow, not having to at all fake how he appreciated the sight of her rounded flesh bulging above the cups of her skimpy bra.
“Now hers,” he instructed her, nodding to Selina.
Tracey reached out to Selina’s blouse. She left it hanging oopen, Selina’s plump breasts exposed to Bruce’s savoring view. Then Tracey started again on her own clothes. She slipped her skirt down off her hips, and either her panties went with the garment or she just wasn’t wearing any.
Bruce took a deep breath at the sight of Tracey’s platinum pubic hair. He’d expected her to have a sweet cunt to go with her supple body, but he’d had no idea how sweet it would prove to be. The hair of Tracey’s pubic thatch was saturated, utterly drenched with the same liquid that put such a tart scent into the air.
“Your pussy’s dripping,” he said, keen eyes picking up and committing to memory every last detail of her sex—already planning how to render Tracey defenseless with sexual pleasure. “Did Selina and I pull you away from a prior engagement?”
“Not ‘ardly, love,” Tracey answered. “You just ‘ad a sweet bimble getting ‘ere. Selina and I ‘ad to kick our heels somehow…”
Bruce looked at Selina. She’d finished undressed and for all his control, Bruce felt his body shifting into high gear at the sight of a second body, sensual and willing, waiting hungrily to accept his orders.
“I can’t blame you,” he said dryly. “You’re beautiful… both of you. It’s a shame only Selina’s been getting the attention she deserves.”
“You gonna change that, guv’na?” Tracey asked coyly.
“Not yet. Since clearly it’s been a while since anyone other than you has satisfied yourself, why don’t you play with your cunt?”
“For the last time,” Selina added. “At least, if you can show Bruce you’ve got potential…”
Selina’s voice lilted with so much arousal that it seemed like Tracey started masturbating because of how it turned her on, not Bruce’s orders. Her hand reached down between her thighs—parted the gleaming argent curls on her pubis and slipped two fingers into her slit. Her wet pussy offered no resistance, but was charged with arousal. Tracey jerked with how strongly her tender sex reacted to her own touch.
“Don’t be selfish. Play with her too,” Bruce said with a significant look from Tracey to Selina.
Tracey’s hands flew out to lavishly caress each of Selina’s breasts. Selina moaned as her sensitive tits were fondled, kneaded in Tracey’s knowing hands until the nipples were red and stiff. Then Tracey took away one hand and ducked her head low, replacing her fingers with her mouth on the sensitive little bud.
Selina’s naked body arched with the thrill that coursed through it. Even with the quickie they’d shared to prime the pump for Bruce’s arrival, it still tingled right on her clit to feel Tracey’s soft mouth on her nudity.
Tracey gnawed gently on Selina’s soft nipples, her moistened tongue licking at the stiffness she provoked. Soon, she was at Selina’s other breast. Her hands stroked Selina’s creamy skin while her mouth kept suckling the nipple into greater and greater sensitivity.
Selina’s pussy was still throbbing from that fast fuck with Tracey. But doing it now, under Bruce’s watchful gaze, his combination of judgment and passion, made that bit of mutual fingering seem trifling.
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Shendude
Heh, Kory being Kory.
