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Bachelorette Party
🕑 Added 2022-05-21 20:06:20 +0000 UTCThey’d agreed. Dick didn’t want a bachelor party. Barbara didn’t want a bachelorette party. But as far as Dick was concerned, that didn’t mean they couldn’t do a little to celebrate. After all, they were getting married. Why not have one last bout of no-strings-attached, carefree sex—even if it was with each other—to have something to compare married sex to on the honeymoon?
Hence his new costume… salvaged from a reject from the Nightwing-new-looks pile, because Alfred never threw anything away… and his persona as the Protector. And to the Protector—Dick was very good at compartmentalization and very good, or very bad, about separating his personas—Barbara Gordon wasn’t the love of his life. She was just a piece of ass he could get some tail from after he’d saved her.
As expected, Barbara went gaga for the roleplaying stuff. The moment she saw him in her living room, she practically squealed. “Oh… Protector… what are you doing here? I thought that after you saved me, I’d never see you again…”
“You’re a good woman, Ms. Gordon. I thought it would bother you if you never got a chance to thank me. So maybe we could do that now, before your fiancé gets back.”
Barbara nodded ironically. “We should hurry. My fiancé is a big guy. He could really do some damage to you.”
“I think a ginger cunt like yours is worth it.”
Barbara hissed through her teeth. Dick rarely talked so dirty to her. He let her do the talking, usually, babbling and telling him what to do like she loved so much.
Only when she was in the paroxysms of ecstasy did he start telling her what a sweet pussy she had, how it was going to be hard to hold back all the cum he had to give her so there was still some for him to stuff her mouth with… oh, he made her feel like she was coming all over again right in the middle of her climax.
Barbara would’ve squeezed her thighs together if she could. Sex with Dick was always good, but this little game of theirs was shaping up to be more exotic than she ever could’ve imagined. She wondered if she could talk Dick into taking the Protector costume with them on their honeymoon.
Dick started pawing at her clothes, anxious to get a look at more of her creamy white skin. He wanted to see that patch of strawberry hair between her legs that matched the long locks falling down to her shoulders and cleavage, a treasure map to her body that drove him crazy with excitement.
Barbara let him strip her down to her underwear, enjoying for once the manhandling that this crazed, passionate Dick used on her instead of his normal care and suaveness with her broken body. But she pushed him away, grinning at the flushed face under his domino mask.
“Don’t get too greedy,” she whispered to him in a tantalizing tone. “I’m sure you want to have your way with me… not just my ginger cunt, but my mouth, my ass, my tits… but I don’t think just saving my life entitles you to all that. You could stand to court me a little.”
Dick groaned in disappointment. “Your fiancé must be a lucky man, just getting to fuck you whenever he wants.”
“I know what a good cocksman he is. You’ve yet to convince me. A girl likes to try before she buys. Why do you think we enjoy foreplay so much?”
Barbara wheeled over to the wall, where a handset at her lowered height controlled the lights all over the room. A few flicks and she’d brought most of them up, albeit at a soft, romantic level. Dick seemed to approve, the way his eyes lit up at her sheer black panties and equally translucent bra. And her plump, plentiful breasts with their stiff nipples…
It was a torturous game for him. His throbbing cock was trapped in his pants, pounding with the ejaculation it already wanted to unleash on Barbara’s sensual body. Then his eyes flashed happily at the sight of Barbara rolling to the bed, parking her chair against its footboard. She bit her lower lip into a smile at him.
“Isn’t that better?” she asked teasingly. “Now we can see what we’re doing. Or rather, what you’re doing.”
Dick nodded agreement, but even as the Protector, he felt he did his best work in the dark. Barbara had lit up the room like a stage. The ceiling lights, the lamps on the two nightstands, the bulbs circling the vanity’s mirror, and the reading lamp attached to the bed’s headboard.
“Why don’t you put on a little show for me?” Barbara continued. “That tight little costume already shows off so much of your… heroic qualities. Surely you won’t mind showing me a little more?”
Dick did as she asked, swaying, dancing, working his way out of his costume as she watched. He kept a steady eye on Barbara, watching her reactions. For all that Oracle poker face of hers, she was still used to sitting behind a computer, having radio waves as a secret identity. It soon became pretty obvious—at least to him—that he was getting to her.
He drew it out, teasing her, tantalizing her, showing her more of the motions of his acrobatic body than his bared flesh, until Babs was as eager to feel that movement against her body as she was to see his naked skin. He took off more, leaving on the cowl and cape and boots, which there was no dignified way to remove.
It also struck Dick as crass to have his cock dangling out of his fly. He was no stranger to costumed sex, but when it happened, he preferred a minimal time from pulling down his zipper to being inside his partner. Thankfully, costumes like the one Starfire had made that easy to manage.
He tried to tease Barbara some more, hiding his namesake behind his hands now that he was essentially naked from his calves to his throat. Barbara wasn’t having any of that, her dry lips finally snapping with an order.
“Hold it right there,” she said, taking out her phone and turning on its flashlight function. She aimed it, like a spotlight, at his groin. The sight of her wide green eyes lusting after his cock made the slight humiliation of playing Magic Mike worthwhile. “Mmm… that’s good… that’s real good…”
Barbara licked her lips, revealing them to be full and pouty in the gleam of red lacquer. Watching her press them together in an expression of temporary self-restraint foretold the sensual thrill Dick would get when those blazing lips wrapped around his shaft, splaying to take its girth as he entered the wet heat of her mouth.
“It’s good you’ve got your hands on it already,” Barbara breathed hoarsely. “Now rub it for me.”
“Isn’t that your job?” Dick asked, trying to keep the dejection out of his voice. He knew Barbara liked to watch—liked to give orders—but he’d hoped she’d get the message from all the Bat-bravado he was putting into the Protector’s alter ego.
“I have a photographic memory,” Barbara cut him off. “So when I see that cock absolutely straining with all the hot blood it can hold, I’ll remember exactly what it looks like. I’ll remember that when it’s inside me, rearranging my ovaries like you’re clearly going to do the moment my legs are open. Don’t you think I’ll like the thought of that big hot hard-on of yours when I can’t see it anymore?”
It was no wonder Barbara liked telling people what to do. She was so damn good at it, it must thrill the overachiever in her just to death.
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Shendude
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