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Dangerous Curves
🕑 Added 2021-08-05 18:00:04 +0000 UTCEarlier that evening, ‘Batman’ had slapped both Abbey and Sydney on the gluteus maximus—a liberty they both intended to pay Johnny Barracuda back for in spades. Now that the action was over, Bruce slipped up behind them and wrapped his sly arms around both their waists. His touch was smooth, suave, and as controlling as it was charming. The difference was, Abbey thought to herself, perhaps knight and day.
“Hello, my dears,” he said in his soothingly nonchalant tone. The perfect little tonic to take after once more saving the world. “Can’t say how relieved I am to find you two unharmed after all that unpleasantness. Evil clowns. So passé. And the Batman, outré as always. I hope all the commotion hasn’t given you a bad impression of our fair city. As crazy as Gotham gets, the night life can more than make up for it—if you have the right guide. Now, I believe we were discussing that little import I let you slip away with. I hope you two have enjoyed yourselves in it. Not that I want your enjoyment to end, but would you care to make an offer? I can’t go around paying for cars I don’t end up with. The IRS would eat me alive.”
It was remarkable, Abbey thought, how charmingly vacant he presented himself. And she had congratulated herself on seeing through him to the shallow exterior.
“Syd, why don’t you go bring Mr. Wayne’s car around? I’ll see about negotiating with him.”
“See that you do,” Sydney needled her, breaking away. The brunette had a thing for both Batman and Bruce Wayne, which only made sense. Gotham would appeal to a woman who carried a whip and wore a leather catsuit everywhere. “I’d love it if Bruce could come to a mutually satisfactory arrangement with us.”
“I’ll let him know our bargaining position,” Abbey returned in the same smutty, half-serious voice—the tone she used for clandestine come-ons that could drive a prospective target out of his mind with lust. Bruce certainly smiled like a man looking forward to driving two women around in a two-seater car, but Abbey knew his fantasies ran a whole lot kinkier than that.
“Now then, Abbey,” Bruce began, petting the small of her back while his eyes drank in the sight of Sydney’s hips sashaying away. “Let’s talk more about positions.”
“Love to,” Abbey said, leaning against him. “Let’s try it with me on top—we keep the car and we keep your secret.”
Bruce chuckled with a poker face that could’ve broke the bank in Vegas. “You’re certainly on top, but I’m not sure you’re facing the right way. I don’t have any secrets. Although you’re welcome to make a few with me…”
Abbey craned her neck to look up into his strong, steely eyes. “No secrets? Not even ones with pointy ears?”
“I’m not sure what you’re…”
“Save it. The way Batman beat us to the historical society, only for you to be waiting for us. Then you disappeared again, right before Batman returned.”
“Coincidence,” Bruce said. “Batman goes all sorts of places in this town. I’m sure his path has crossed with everyone. And of course you didn’t see me when Batman was there, there were all those awful party-crashers with knives and machine guns. I like the occasional thrill, but I’d rather get it from a nice set of lingerie than bullets whizzing by my head.”
“You’re the same height, the same skin tone, the same musk. Besides which, Sydney’s into both of you. And that woman is a picky eater.” Abbey patted Bruce on the back before he could reply. “Relax, Brucie. I’m not going to blow your cover. Professional courtesy. Even though you called me an amateur.”
“So what’s the play?” Bruce asked her. His voice was serious, but not that of Batman. Not yet.
“Like I said. Sydney’s into you. Why don’t you show her a good time and we’ll part company as friends? You can keep the car.”
“Quite a friend,” Bruce said. “Giving Sydney a boon like that without anything for yourself.”
“Maybe I’m still pissed about that amateur crack. Or maybe I’m getting back at you through Syd. That whip of hers isn’t just for show, y’know.”
“It’s a very expensive car, though,” Bruce breathed, his rough voice infused with silk until it was almost a purr. And Abbey realized that as playful as he’d been before, shining her on with his charismatic act, now he seemed to be actually flirting with her. Had her ruse managed to turn him on? “How do you know I’ll show your friend a good enough time to merit the trade?”
“I suppose I could chaperone. Just to make sure Sydney’s happy with her side of the deal. There are things I’ve heard heroes don’t do. But when my Sydney spreads her legs, she gets it done to her.”
“Should I be worried about the whip,” Bruce asked, “or you?”
“Me, definitely. You’ve had experience with whips. You’ve never seen anything like me.”
“We’ll see,” Bruce said enigmatically.
“See?”
“If you’re anything like the other blondes.”
“And if I am?”
“You’ll have more fun.”
Sydney pulled up to the curb then. Normally, either Sydney wouldn’t give up the wheel or Abbey would’ve insisted on driving. But now, it just felt right that Bruce sit in the driver’s seat, Abbey and Sydney crammed into the passenger seat together, Sydney on Abbey’s lap.
She didn’t know who she was more jealous of: Bruce or Syd.
***
It was a short ride to Bruce’s city penthouse, especially with him driving. The hotel was a luxurious looking place, well-lit in a blaze of multicolored neon. It had a parking attendant; Bruce passed the key to the supercar over like he was handing a tissue to someone who needed to blow their nose.
Then they were in the hotel lobby. It was huge, lavishly furnished room, nothing cheap or tacky on display, only a coffee shop, a wine lounge, and a bookstore. They swept through it to the express elevator, took the elevator up to Bruce’s place, and then Bruce ushered them straight through to the bedroom.
They got a brief glimpse of the surrounding apartment, and an even briefer look at the bedroom before Bruce was kissing Sydney, his other hand in Abbey’s golden hair, holding her close to his chest as he pleasured her friend. His stiff cock tented his pants as he lovingly tangled his tongue with Sydney’s. Just looking at the big bulge at his groin made Abbey feel horny as hell. Sydney was no different.
“Gee, Mr. Wayne, you’re really splitting a seam there,” the brunette whispered lustfully. “Why don’t you take your cock out before those pants are a lost cause?”
Bruce pushed her down to the bed and released Abbey. His breath flaring through his nostrils, he tore off his clothes, revealing hairy legs and a massively well-built chest. If Abbey hadn’t known he was Batman, she’d have wondered what a trust fund kid was doing with such a musculature.
“I don’t know why you always want to work alone,” she quipped. “It seems to me like you’ve got everything you need to play well with others.”
“I don’t work alone. I just don’t work with amateurs,” Bruce said, his voice crisp and cool, as though his boxers weren’t obscenely stretched around his throbbing erection, the cotton soaked through with precum. He stripped the shorts off, leaving himself bare. Abbey’s wet sex pulsed even harder at the sight of him getting bigger and thicker all the time.
Thankfully for the team’s professional pride, Sydney took up the argument. It probably helped that Bruce was facing away from her.
“Amateurs?” she demanded. “Who kicked the Joker’s pasty white ass? Not to mention dropped Catwoman like AP Bio…”
Bruce turned on her and she forgot all about defending Danger Girl’s honor.
“Fuck, that’s one hell of a cock,” she said without so much as skipping a beat. “And it’s so goddamn hard! You must really want to fuck me, huh?”
“Eat her pussy,” Abbey ordered, determined to rub Bruce’s face—literally—in the tenuous advantage they’d gained over him.
“Fine by me,” Bruce said, convincingly bemused. “She’s not ready to take my prick anyway.”
“Why you…” Sydney started. She wiggled out of her clothes, then opened her legs, displaying her bare cunt to him.
“It’s reverse psychology,” Abbey told her. “Don’t fall for it.”
“This is what I mean,” Bruce said. “Amateur. I never said that you weren’t skilled. Just that you weren’t professional.”
As he knelt down between her thighs, Sydney grabbed him by the back of the head and squealed in delight—he had stuck out his tongue and she had forced it down into her pink slit.
“MMMM!” Sydney moaned. “Show me how professional you are, Bats. Show me what the fuck that tongue can do. Nnnhh—always did like being a little whipped…”
Bruce was eating her out, but that wasn’t all he was doing. He twisted around on the bed, throwing himself onto his back while his big hands dragged Sydney along for the ride. He ended up with her straddling his face, his erection protruding up from his loins like an obelisk, a towering monument that made Sydney riding his tongue pale in comparison.
Abbey watched breathlessly as Bruce reached up and took Sydney’s round breasts in his hands. Sydney gasped to feel his touch close around them—she thrashed around, rubbing her sex against his lips. Bruce fondled her tits vigorously, his rough massage making Sydney’s cherry nipples nice and hard. With Sydney moaning away, Abbey could soon observe the result between her legs. Sydney’s cunt was leaking warm cream onto Bruce’s lashing tongue. And Bruce’s cock was only getting longer and harder as he tasted her.
Abbey looked again at his cock. It was no wonder he’d taken it out—at the size it was now, it would’ve been massively uncomfortable stuffed in his shorts. But Abbey didn’t think that was it. As unprofessional as it was, she thought he’d taken it out… so she could have it.
“Sorry, Syd,” she breathed, getting down on her knees between Bruce’s hairy legs. “But this is too much for one Danger Girl. You’ve gotta share…”
Sydney moaned, lost beyond all cares or worries. “Anything but his tongue, babe… oh fuck… even Natalia never… gggh!... never made me feel this… holy shit! Holy shit! HE’S GOT MY CLIT!”
Abbey couldn’t stand to watch Sydney in ecstasy anymore. She wrapped her lips around Bruce’s cock to pump it and suck it with all her passion. Her tongue ran up and down the length of him, batting at the sensitive knob, licking up the precum that dribbled down his shaft. She sucked on the head until she’d swallowed it completely, letting it fill her mouth. Her tongue lashed at the very tip. She pumped on the shaft, listening to Bruce grunt like an animal into Sydney’s cunt while she tried to wrack him with pleasure the same way he’d done to Syd.
Saliva ran out of her splayed lips, coating his balls. Abbey took her sore mouth off his oversized manhood to attend his scrotum, blowing on it, rubbing it, kissing it, tickling it. She took one huge ball into her mouth, suckling it while she squeezed the other in her hand. Her free hand was glued to his girthy length, pumping him mercilessly but only making herself more addicted to the delicious taste of the precum her actions spawned.
The three of them heaved in rapture, only Bruce seeming to be anything more than a ravenous beast, an animal meant only for sex.
“Unprofessional,” he said, his tongue on Sydney’s slit replaced with a few fingers on choice parts of her folds, his knuckle rubbing against her clit. “It’s not that you aren’t talented. It’s just that you care less about the mission and more about getting laid.”
“What?” Abbey demanded, temporarily shocked from her sexual high by Bruce’s words, even if her overheated mind was only sluggishly understanding them.
Bruce cupped her scalp in his hand and guided her back down to his groin. “You’re dirty, cock-hungry little whores and what you really want, more than anything else, is to be fucked.”
“You’re! The one! Hnnnhh! FUCKING US!” Sydney gasped. Bruce reached up to play with her bouncing tits while his tongue laved over her delicious pussy.
“I’m fucking you for the mission, not for its own sake,” Bruce said. His voice crackled with dark amusement. “Although you’re both amazing fucks. Nice and tight. Firm and smooth.”
“Yes, YES!” Sydney cooed, Bruce’s tongue again roving over her labia, his hands stroking her plump breasts lovingly. Her juices flowed from her and Bruce drank every drop. “We’re your little whores! YOUR COCK-HUNGRY LITTLE WHORES!”
Whose side are you on anyway? Abbey thought to herself, though she didn’t have room to talk. Literally. Her mouth was shooting up and down Bruce’s stiff member. Her cunt craved it even more, but she wasn’t sure about giving it to him when he was deriding her as a sex-starved bitch. Even if she was enjoying playing that very role. And really enjoying his cock.
Bruce groaned himself, the noise safely hidden in Sydney’s cunt as Abbey’s warm, wet mouth worked at him, saturating his prick with her saliva until she pulled her luscious lips off of it and set about kissing it instead. She laid down a trail of lipstick that started right on his glans and ended in a series of prints about his hairy balls.
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