Two thousand pounds of weight.
A tiny willy close to her face.
Cassandra Cain was a woman of focus and commitment.
The private training room was dead silent, aside from the rhythmic clanking of metal and the occasional grunt from Cassandra Cain as she powered through another rep.
Hiro Okamura stood with his tiny cock out and near her face, diligently spotting her, his face somewhere between admiration and existential dread. Cassandra was currently on her two-hundredth rep, the auto-adjusting weight bar responding to her muscle contractions and steadily increasing resistance with each press.
Hiro, meanwhile, was starting to wonder if he should have brought a suit of power armor just to keep up. His scrawny frame and tiny worm dick did not help his nerves.
That was Cassandra for you. Woman of few words. Woman of terrifying strength. Woman who had absolutely no idea Hiro was crushing on her with all the power of a malfunctioning rocket engine.
Hiro breathed unevenly, eyes darting at Cassandra's breasts. Much of her was lean, compact muscle. And yet, she moved effortlessly, barely breaking a sweat as she pushed herself further.
Meanwhile, Hiro… was struggling with his own problem.
He was not, let's say, well-endowed. His tiny dick was twitching and Cassandra? She didn't notice. She didn't care. Cassandra Cain, his little crush, who had a lithe Asian body and the skills of an apex predator, was lifting a weight set that could crush a lesser human into a fine paste and literally ignored the dick of the dude close to her. It didn't exactly do much for his confidence.
"Phew."
Cassandra finally set the bar back on the rack, stretching her arms as she sat up. Sweat poured down her temple and she swiped a strand of her hair across her forehead. Hiro got a towel for her. Cassandra took it and cleaned herself. She hung it over her shoulder then fixed Hiro with a stare.
Hiro popped a boner. Almost four inches of Asian dick. Cassandra hardly cared. She smiled. "Thank you. For everything."
Yep, the barbells and everything else here was his doing. Call him a simp but this Asian chick was hot and he wanted to do everything in his power to make her talk to him. Although, honestly? The last time he was this close to a naked woman was never. So her talking to him with a smile….
He almost nutted and sputtered out, "N-no issue." Hiro gulped. Sitting there like that, sweating and smiling at him. He had to do it. He had to. Hiro Okamura, the Toyman, mustered up his courage, wore a crooked smile, and said, "Say, Cassandra, are you available—"
The gym door opened.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
"Oh, Hiro. Hello."
The well-hung white man known as Aaron Reigner entered the room. That big ass dick of his immediately made his own dick go limp. Hiro's eyes went as wide as his thoughts: 'Holllllyyyyyy shiiit! This dude is a horse!'
"Aaron!"
Nude Cassandra jogged over. Hiro eyed her ass but promptly looked away when she side-hugged Aaron and saw that absurd cock of his. Envy couldn't begin to describe Hiro. They weren't being lovey-dovey. She didn't hug him for too long.
But he also knew that smile of hers was different with him.
"I'm going to work out for a bit longer," Cassandra said. "Sorry."
"It's fine. Go ahead."
Cassandra nodded and jogged over to another station. Suddenly, Hiro and Aaron were shoulders. Both flaccid. One small, one hung.
"Cass told you me that gifted all this to the hot spring. I'm sure Eiko will appreciate it."
"Haha, yeah."
God dammit. As much as Hiro wanted to hate on the guy…he couldn't. He was cool. He was nice. He wasn't purposely humiliating him. He was just that hung because he was born with it. He was dating Cassandra because she loved him. It was as simple as that.
"Oh, by the way…" Aaron tilted over just slightly to whisper. "You and Calvin gave Cass advice, right? What did you tell her?"
"O-oh. Uh…" Yeah, he knew exactly what Aaron was talking about. "She, um, asked to make a big…" Hiro glanced at Aaron's flaccid cock. Was he going to get mad? Probably not, right? Just look at him. "B-big dildo. She squatted down on it while holding up two thousand pounds." He thought about just pointing to it. Pursing his lips, he ended up walking over and showing him. Hidden behind the shelf of dumbbells at the other end of the room was a huge black dildo.
"I, err, made it with Calvin's help."
"A dildo in the shape of his cock…" Aaron hummed and pressed the dildo on his thigh, comparing it to his flaccid dick. "Hm…"
Hiro's jaw clenched.
Even flaccid, Aaron was bigger than Superman's BBC.
"S-she said it was passable for practice," Hiro murmured.
Fucking hell. A Superman of another world, a literal Super BBC, was smaller than Aaron Reign'er flaccid schlong. The white fucker was so hung that a dildo like this meant nothing.
"I'll have to thank him. Cassandra has been amazing when we were together." He glanced at Hiro and gave a nod. "You too. Thank you again, Hiro."
This dude was thanking him for helping make a dildo that made their sex life better. Hiro felt equally pathetic as he was proud. Toyman, being among the top five smartest men in the world, loved to be praised and, even more than that, loved to be correct. Indeed, he told Cassandra he would make things better for her. He did, in exchange for tearing apart his own male ego.
Hiro's Asian cock was but a fraction of these horse cocks. Whether it was Aaron or Calvin, he was just tiny. So to smile, shake hands, and earn the respect of a stud like Aaron was humbling. Truly humbling. He felt like he had done something truly right for the world.
Cassandra's grunts could be heard. She was squatting with plates three feet tall, literally half her size.
He could also see her pussy.
Hiro's cock immediately sprung up an erection and his breathing slowed. Just…wow.
Then he heard a drip and his stomach sank.
Aaron Reigner, the man beside him, had sprouted a fourteen inch monster erection. Hiro's little dick was a third of him.
Cassandra Cain's ass kept flexing. Kept repping.
Pre-cum fell in giant heaps from the tip of Aaron's white pipe. Hiro was in awe and envy.
Two men. Two boners. Two vastly different outcomes and views.
"I love hot springs," Aaron said with a small smile.
"M-me too."
Cassandra was done. She turned and immediately zoned in on her boyfriend's giant cock. Giggling, she said, "Too much."
Aaron smiled back. "Just a little."
Still giggling, Cassandra's gaze drifted down to Hiro's crotch. "Ohhh. Oh, wow, it's very small," Cassandra commented, blinking. She was so, so nice about it when she added, "Don't worry, you're a growing boy."
He was nineteen. He was done growing.
Toyman had to say something. He was a young man among the smartest in the world and even though this lady was his crush, he had to speak. Clap back. So in his stupidity, he said, "The bigger the tits, the better."
Cassandra nodded joyfully. "Agreed! The bigger the cock, the better."
That look. That look on her face when she got to talk about how her man had a big cock made him die inside. The pure, almost childlike joy that she showed for having access to a dick like that was so demoralizing. Bigger was better. Knowing that he would never elicit that response in someone almost made Hiro want to cry. His dick was just so thin and underwhelming.
It was so fucking dumb, but it was really demoralizing.
"Hey, women can have standards too," Aaron chimed in.
Hiro wanted to die. Getting a crush on a taken woman, he really shouldn't have let his heart sink into it. "H-haha, yeah. I like my woman with big racks, haha…"
Aaron gave him a look and a face. "With a dick like that? Good luck, man."
But Aaron Reigner, at the end of the day, was a good man. "A big rack, huh? Have you ever been to the Nude Colony in Cat Island?"
"The what…?"
"Me and Aaron plan to visit," Cassandra said. "It's a nude beach. It's going to be so much fun!"
"A nude…beach…"
"If you want to see big racks, go there," Aaron said. "I bet you'll find someone."
"Mhm, mhm." Hands on her knees, Cassandra bent over and giggled at his dick. She poked it with a finger. His cock started jerking with pre-cum. Hiro blinked rapidly, panicking in his head, and took two steps back.
"S-s-s-sorry! So sorry! Can't control this stupid thing!"
Cassandra eye-smiled while he eyed her tits. She was certainly not Power Girl but tits were tits. "Cute!"
Cute. Wow. Hiro's cock throbbed again. Her ensuing giggle was cute too. Cassandra Cain…she was so amazing. So nice. So cute. There was no animosity in her comments, Hiro having a small dick just kinda was.
Hiro would have fallen in love with her right then and there if not for the massive cock right beside him. Like a watchful guardian, the fourteen inch pipe reminded him that her pussy was bent to the shape of one cock alone.
Toyman swallowed. So what? The courage returned. The need to ask her out arose.
He didn't stand a chance, alas.
The Asian chick's waist hopped onto the huge white man's cock and slid on it to boop his nose. Her waist locked around him. Her lovely smile remained. Everything about her was the same, kind and loving.
Except all of it was directed to Aaron Reigner.
Hiro's gaze dipped down. Cassandra's pussy was leaking and Aaron's balls were so fucking full, Hiro knew that her insides were going to be sticky with his seed in a couple minutes.
Aaron whispered something in her ear and she laughed. She laughed like she loved him. That was when Aaron looked over and said, "Hey, I hope you don't mind but…"
"Oh yeah, for sure. Good luck, you two. U-use condoms!"
The Japanese superhero left. Booted out of his own cultural place.
The couple didn't care that Hiro could hear it. That Hiro was right outside.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
They went right at it. Hiro stood in the change room, breathed in, and then pressed his ear to the door.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"You're! So! Fucking! Horny!"
Oh yeah, she was getting her shit rocked.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yessss~! Mmppph~! Ngghhh~! Yessshhh~!"
Holy fuck, could women make those kinds of noises? He heard her screaming the last couple night so of course a woman could. Aaron had done it many, many times with that big dick of his.
Cassandra Cain's back arched as Aaron Reigner's hands gripped her hips. His cock, thick and throbbing, slid effortlessly into her cunt. Her hot sweaty body from working out made everything that much better. She was tighter and wetter. She let out low, guttural moans, her fingers scrabbling against the power rack for purchase.
Cassandra's two thousand pound bar bell was on it.
It was still moving.
"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron~!" That grin and the saliva flopping from it. This was what they were known for. Her body was already on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure. His cock was like nothing she'd ever felt before—fourteen inches and so much better than any dildo in the world. It filled her completely, stretching her to her absolute limit, and yet she craved more. "You're so, so, so, so big!! I can't—I can't even—"
Aaron casually thrust deeper, his hips snapping forward with a force that made her moan. Sweat sloshed around them. "You always can. You're perfect for this."
Cassandra's head fell back and another moan tore from her throat. "YES~! CUMMING~! GONNA KEEP CUMMIIING~!" Her knuckles turned white. The sound of pelvis meeting ass echoed in the huge gym space.
The moans, the wet slaps of skin, the deep, commanding voice of the white man—it was all too much.
He opened it. Hiro Okamuru opened the paper door to see what was happening. What he saw was his little crush getting absolutely fucked by the white man.
"Fuck," Hiro whispered under his breath, his eyes glued. Cassandra's cries were a symphony of pleasure, each one more intense than the last. And Aaron… Aaron was a god among men, his stamina and skill unmatched. Hiro's hand was already down and jerking off. "How lucky can some guys be?"
Inside the onsen, Cassandra was reaching her breaking point. Her body was trembling, her legs threatening to give out beneath her as Aaron's cock hammered into her with relentless precision. "Aaron, I'm—I'm gonna—" she choked out, her voice breaking. Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, crashing over her with such force that her entire body convulsed. She screamed his name, the sound echoing off the walls as her fingernails dug into the metal of the rack.
Aaron didn't stop. He kept thrusting, his hands gripping her hips even tighter as he drove her through her climax. "All that training and—"
Cassandra's body was still spasming, her moans turning into incoherent babbling as the pleasure overwhelmed her.
"You still can't handle me!"
"N-not fair! Not fair! I just used the gym! I-I'm so tired! I-I can't—nngghhh~!"
Aaron knew that. He was just teasing her.
Hiro's hand jerked his four incher faster. He was close, so close, and he couldn't hold back any longer. "Cassandra," he whispered. "Fuck…I'd fuck her brains out. She gotta be a tight fleshlight."
Inside the onsen, Aaron's thrusts started losing their rhythm as he approached his own climax. "Cass," he groaned. "I'm gonna—" He didn't finish the sentence and buried himself to the hilt, his cock pulsing as he came inside her. Cassandra cried out again, her body jerking as the warmth of his release sent her into another wave of ecstasy.
Hiro listened to the final, guttural moans from inside the onsen and spilled his own load. Hiro's ended in fifteen seconds. Aaron pumped her up for a whole minute.
With a sigh, Aaron pulled out slowly, his cock still throbbing and dripping from the tip. It was Cassandra's hole that really introduced the floor to heapfuls of cum. Her legs almost gave. She managed to hang on and turn to look at him, her eyes half-lidded and her breathing ragged.
"L-let's…" Cassandra gulped the air. "Let's go to the spring to clean."
"Sure. Oh, but remember, we do have a flight to catch. Jamaica is coming up next."
"M-mm…"
Aaron Reigner's little vacation abroad wasn't over just yet.
The country of Jamaica had no idea that Gotham's greatest stud was going to enter their lands in a day. Hiro thought about warning the men there but knew it was futile to do so. Hiro himself would never have thought such a guy existed and he was the fifth smartest man on the planet.
***
Steam curled in lazy tendrils above the hot spring as Aaron Reigner sat with Cassandra lying on his chests. Legs spreadNeither of them were in a rush to leave, but their time was up. This was it. Their last bath.
Cassandra was the first to open her eyes moan, yawn, and then get out of the water. Aaron followed soon afterward, arms stretching.
He loved sleep. He loved peace. He loved just…relaxing.
Especially with Cassandra.
Thwap, thwap, thwap!
But it was time to go.
As they stepped out of the steaming pool, water cascading down their toned bodies, the sight that greeted them at the door to the change room was unexpected. Eiko Hasigawa, the owner of the hot spring, stood in a traditional kimono, her head bowed low in deep reverence.
Aaron was stoic as ever and crossed his arms. "Yes?"
Eiko straightened, her hands pressed together as if she were greeting royalty. "Thank you."
Cassandra tilted her head, towel draped over her shoulders. "For?"
Eiko gestured toward a small table where two neatly folded packages lay. "For gracing my establishment. It is an honor to have you. Please, I have clothes for you too. And also... these arrived for you."
Aaron exchanged a glance with Cassandra before stepping forward into the changeroom. Eiko went inside and watched as they got dressed.
"Ooh! I like!"
Cassandra Cain stood before the full-length mirror, tilting her head as she examined her reflection. Civilian clothes always felt… odd, restrictive in ways battle gear never did. But if there was one thing she appreciated, it was simplicity.
She was gifted and wore a cropped, black tank top, snug against her athletic frame, the hem stopping just above her navel. Over it, she threw on a loose, white linen button-up, left open. Her shorts were high-waisted, frayed denim, hugging her toned legs but allowing easy movement. Flat, black sandals kept things effortless, and a pair of round, dark sunglasses shielded her sharp eyes from the golden sun.
No jewelry, no unnecessary accessories—just light, breathable clothing that let her melt into the background. That was all she needed.
Across the changeroom, Aaron Reigner was adjusting his shirt, his usual imposing frame softened by the relaxed vacation wear. He was gifted a short-sleeved, fitted button-up in a deep navy blue, the top two buttons undone, revealing a hint of his well-defined chest. The fabric clung just enough to hint at the strength beneath without being overbearing.
His linen pants were off-white, loose but tailored enough to complement his form, cuffed slightly at the ankles where leather sandals completed the ensemble. A sleek, silver watch rested on his wrist, the only nod to luxury in an otherwise understated look.
"All this for us?" Aaron asked.
"Do not underestimate Japan summers nor Jamaican summers," Eiko said with a soft smile. "One more thing: there are packages for you."
Aaron saw that. They were on the bench. Aaron went to grab his package. Cassandra followed suit, untying the string around hers. A letter fell onto her palm, and something bright yellow caught her attention—a bracelet.
Cassandra's brown eyes scanned the note as Aaron peered over her shoulder.
Dear Cassandra,
This is Toyman AKA Hiro. I was... struck with inspiration, so I made this new suit. Yes, the bracelet is a suit. Wear it, and you can be Batgirl anytime. Originally, this was supposed to be a prototype that streamlined Batman's Hellbat Suit—less bulky, more nanotech, way stronger.
Best regards, Toyman
Cassandra turned the yellow bracelet over in her hands, eyes narrowing in curiosity. The material was sleek, lightweight, and hummed faintly at her touch. "Ohh."
"This is nice. Hiro is a good guy."
"Mm." She clipped it around her waist, testing the fit. Perfect.
Aaron then turned to his own package, unfolding the note inside and pulling out a small pocket-sized case.
Dear Aaron,
I packed special condoms in accordance with your unique size. I also hacked into you and Cassandra's passports. You should have no issues whatsoever traveling the world. Your next destination is Jamaica, right? Have fun. You are the one white guy who we can all respect.
With the utmost respect, Hiro Okamura
"...okay."
Cassandra, peeking over his arm, squinted at the contents of the case. "...Custom passports?"
Aaron chuckled. "Don't worry about it. It's a bit complicated."
Cassandra slipped her new belt into her pockets. "Thank you." She bowed to Eiko, copying what she did before. "Japan was nice."
Eiko smiled. "Aaron, Cassandra... if either of you wish to return, please, my doors are always open. The world needs more people like you."
***
The plane journey from Japan to Jamaica was a seventeen hour flight. Yep, not remotely short. A whole day of being on a plane and sleeping. Cassandra needed it especially. She had wrung herself out training and fucking him.
Aaron pulled a blanket on her and cast a small spell so she would have nice dreams. Cassandra deserved it. She always did.
The moment Aaron and the plane landed into Sangster International Airport, the heat of Jamaica wrapped around them like a thick, sun-soaked blanket. Cassandra stretched, letting out a satisfied sigh, while Aaron, ever composed, adjusted the strap of his bag and took in the bustling terminal with a slow glance.
"Welcome to Jamaica!" a flight attendant chirped as they passed. Aaron gave a polite nod. Cassandra noticed the way the woman's eyes lingered on him just a little too long. He was an attractive young man. She couldn't blame a woman for being interested.
Here we go.
They approached the security checkpoint, and as expected, the second Aaron stepped forward, the energy shifted. The officers—mostly ebony women and all strikingly beautiful—perked up instantly. Their eyes did a quick scan of his broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and that calm, effortless confidence that seemed to radiate from him.
"Step forward, sir," one of the female officers said, her voice smooth like honey.
Aaron moved forward as told. Cassandra, standing just behind him, was already biting her lip to hold back a laugh. She could already read their body language and what they wanted.
"Please place your bag on the conveyor belt," another officer instructed.
Aaron did as told and the real fun began.
"Sir, I'm going to need you to take off your belt." The short security woman's dark brown eyes locked onto Aaron's with a smirk. She was four foot eleven and very much a woman with a strong personality.
Aaron complied, sliding his belt out in one slow motion. Cassandra let out a soft giggle.
"I'm going to have to do a quick pat-down," the short officer continued, stepping close—real close.
"Of course," Aaron said.
The woman ran her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, and then—oh, she took her time when she reached his torso. She even lingered, pressing just a little more than necessary. By the time she reached his waist, Cassandra could swear she saw her lick her lips.
She slid her hands over his hips before bringing them to the front, brushing—oh, not brushing—cupping him through his pants for a solid second longer than needed. She felt it—his flaccid dong. She blinked, gaped, and then looked up.
"Sir, you seem… very well-equipped."
The officer failed to hide the shock.
Aaron looked down and gave a stoic nod. "I get that a lot."
"I'll be doing a second pat-down. Permission granted?"
"...sure."
The short woman's second round was even more thorough if that was possible. Hands down the back, lingering at his lower spine, before slowly—painstakingly—gliding back up. Then she crouched, hands along his thighs, and—oh, she was eye-level with the goods now. Cassandra swore she saw the woman's pupils dilate.
"You work out, don't you?" the officer mused.
Aaron, looking as indifferent as ever, nodded. "I do."
"I can tell," she murmured. "Do you mind if I…? Just in case there's a weapon."
Cassandra snickered. This was too much. Aaron decided to tease this lady and had his dick twitch. The sudden appearance of a bulge shocked her.
"O-oh. Oh my…now that's what I call a soft weapon."
Her hands went down on the outline of his schlong. She didn't shake his hands. She shook hands with his cock. A special handshake. Being four foot eleven, it was a handshake afforded only to her.
But once she was done, she stepped back. "You may go."
And Cassandra? The Jamaican woman only winked and whispered, "You're a lucky gal."
"Thanks."
Aaron shook his head as they made their way toward baggage claim, already sensing the stares following them.
The biggest cock in Gotham City had arrived in Jamaica.
***
Aaron and Cassandra stepped out of the taxi, the humid of Negril, Jamaica air wrapping around them like a warm embrace. The resort in front of them was a modern marvel—a tall silver building situated right next to a beach. Co-owned by Wayne and Towman, it was clearly run by locals.
They entered the grand lobby, the cool air-conditioning a welcome contrast to the tropical heat. Talking to the secretary at the front desk stood a tall, well-built black man in a crisp white linen shirt, his salt-and-pepper beard neatly trimmed. He looked up.
Cassandra blinked and became excited. The black man was already turning and smiling. Cassandra tackled him into a hug. There was laughter.
Aaron knew who this was. This was the man that managed the hotel.
"Jeff!"
Jefferson Pierce—AKA the Black Lightning. A member of the Outsiders and a leader in many circles, he was a man that everybody looked up to. Not a single hero had a bad word to say about him as far as Aaron was aware.
"Yo, Cass." Jefferson rubbed Cassandra's hair and pulled her back. He looked her up and down. "I swear you've gotten bigger."
"Pregnant."
Jefferson blinked rapidly. "Wait…really!?"
"Really."
"You have kids now!? You!?" That was when Jefferson noticed Aaron. "Oh, is this your husband? Hey, man."
"Hey."
"No, seriously." Jefferson took a step back and crossed his arm to judge the couple. "You look…I mean, not pregnant. How long has it been?"
"A year? Ish?"
"And you're talking a vacation why—stupid question, you're loaded with money." Jefferson blinked and pointed at Aaron. "Wait, is he…?"
Cassandra made a cute x-mark with her arms. "Not a hero. Just a guy."
"Civilian, eh?" Jefferson Pierce—Black Lightning—walked right up to Aaron and offered a hand. "Nice to meet you, man."
"I'm Aaron."
"Jeff." A chuckle. "I hope the little lady didn't wring you out. She's quite literally the best fighter I know in hand to hand. During spars, I could barely keep up."
Aaron smiled. "I do my best."
"You got friends in high places. Toyman set you guys up real nice." Jefferson gestured to the young woman at the desk, who placed down a set of keycards for Jefferson to pick up and hand to Aaron. "You ain't just getting a room—you're getting the entire top floor. Kid wanted to show off the state-of-the-art amenities."
Cassandra and Aaron exchanged glances. They had only expected a single suite. This was half-Wayne-owned but they didn't want to make too much of a splash. Hiro, it seemed, disagreed with that.
Aaron took the keycards with a nod. "Appreciate it."
"A year after pregnancy…" Jefferson looked at Aaron, then Cassandra, then back to Aaron. "Was it a shotgun wedding?"
"...."
Aaron rubbed the back of his head. Cassandra blinked. "What does that mean?" she asked.
"Nevermind. Just don't wreck the place," Jeff said, smirking. "And maybe try to get some actual relaxation while you're here."
Oh yeah, this guy knew the couple was about to hit pound town.
Cassandra blinked. She understood what he was saying so she went on her toes, leaned into Aaron, and whispered something in his ear.
"Last more than a minute. You win."
Aaron's eyebrow twitched. He wasn't sure if she was teasing him or issuing a real challenge. Either way, the message was clear.
Time to fuck Cassandra Cain.
Again.
***
Aaron didn't like the attention that came with being rich. He found it unnecessary. Arms behind his head, legs spread on the bed, and giant cock pointing to the ceiling, he waited. Due to his gifts, it was hard not to be horny twenty-four-seven. His balls were always, always full and the size of grapefruits, ripe to be unleashed.
One of the promises he made to Cassandra was to vacation around the world. Right now, the children were too young to be taken so it was just the two of them in Montego Bay, Jamaica.
Aaron and Cassandra, like always.
The warm Jamaican breeze rustled through the open balcony doors of their luxurious suite, but Aaron Reigner was oblivious to the tropical surroundings.
He cared only for that door. Cassandra said she had a surprise prepared for him. He was ready for it.
Belt of condoms around her waist. Nude. Boobs jiggling from each step.
"Hi."
Cassandra Cain entered.
Aaron Reigner lay on a nice, big bed with a throbbing cock
"Hi."
They were gifted the entirety of the top floor. Why not use it to the fullest?
"Blowjob delivery service," Cassandra joked. "Are you ready to last?"
That was the goal today: last more than a minute. Cassandra claimed to have a new ace up her sleeve.
"Each condom is a chance." Cassandra crawled onto the bed, all seductive and smiley. "Think you can do it?"
"Ten condoms, hm? Let's give it a go."
With that , she engulfed the head of his cock with her lips. Aaron's back arched involuntarily, his hips thrusting upwards in an attempt to bury himself deeper. Cassandra held him and his cock there by grippin the base. Her mouth was warm and wet, sucking lightly as she worked magic with her tongue.
Then the real magic began. She deepthroated. She went all the way down—schliiick—and her nose was pressed to his pelvis. Her eyes still on him. Always him. Only him.
His balls. While deepthroating, she lapped at his balls.
This wasn't new. Lady Shiva once did this. But Cassandra…
"F-fuck! You're doing it better!"
Cassandra didn't know he was talking about her mother. He thought this was compared to her previous performance. She got excited. Her tongue lapped at his balls faster.
Then she went back to the tip and slobbered all over it. Saliva was dripping in heaps, travelling to his balls and the base.
Aaron groaned, his hands clenching the sheets as he fought to maintain composure. Every flick of her tongue, every twist of her head sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him. He could feel the pressure building, his orgasm looming closer with each passing second.
'I-is it a coincidence that both mother and daughter slobber over my balls? Or is it a genetically shared kink?'
Cassandra heard her man moaning and grunting, and then went into attack mode on his hypersensitive glans without letting up. That was how you use vocal cues to give a man the most intense release possible.
That was how Aaron came for the first time.
Smirking, she lifted herself off of his cock and entrapped it in a condom. Juts of cum spurted out. The condom shifted with every massive burst of cum. But it handled his climax. It did not break.
Toyman's condoms were no joke. A giant balloon of his cum hung at the tip. Aaron stared at the condom, only for Cassandra to take it off, tie it up, and place it beside her.
"One."
He failed to last a minute. He hardly lasted twenty.
Attempt number two:
"F-fuuuuck!"
Deepthroat and balls-lapping. The combo was too OP.
Aaron steeled himself, focusing all his willpower on delaying the inevitable. But Cassandra was relentless. She took him deep again, her throat muscles contracting rhythmically around his shaft. Aaron's vision blurred, his resistance crumbling under the onslaught of sensations. Her nose pressed into his pubic bone, her lips kissing his balls, her tongue flicking and probing relentlessly.
There…
There just wasn't a second to relax.
He couldn't fucking last thirty seconds!
He came inside and she took it all down with a condom.
Only for her to go hop back onto his dick and keep sucking and kissing to make him climax again.
"C-cumming!"
She busted both of the brother's nuts. Both balls were churning and spewing out. It wasn't over either. Ten. He had ten chances and Cassandra Cain did not stop. She wanted another immediately. A third.
Time seemed to stretch and distort. Aaron's mind filled with white noise, a cacophony of moans and gasps echoing in his ears. He lost track of how long he lasted, if it was seconds or minutes. All he knew was the exquisite torture of Cassandra's mouth, the undeniable power she held over him.
Suddenly, with a strangled cry, Aaron's control shattered. He exploded into her mouth, his cock pulsing violently as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. Cassandra's throat worked tirelessly, swallowing every drop with practiced ease. Her muffled groans of approval only amplified his pleasure, driving him to the brink and beyond.
As the last tremors of his orgasm subsided, Cassandra released him with a satisfied sigh. She sat back on her heels, a triumphant glint in her eyes. "Ten seconds," she said, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Fifth time."
Aaron lay panting, sweat glistening on his brow. He tried to speak, to protest, but no words came. All he could do was stare at her, dazed and defeated. Cassandra traced a finger along his softening cock, her touch both tender and mocking.
"Think you can last longer next time?" she teased.
Cassandra leaned forward and she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Aaron groaned, the sensation immediate and electric. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive tip, coating it with saliva that glistened in the low light. She worked her way down, inch by torturous inch, until his entire length was buried in her throat.
"Fuck..." Aaron muttered, his voice strained. "You're... incredible."
Cassandra hummed in response, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation to the already overwhelming experience. She pulled back slightly, just enough to free his cock from her throat, but not enough to let him catch his breath. Her tongue flicked out, licking the underside of his shaft from base to tip, before she dove back down, taking him fully into her throat once more.
Aaron's mind raced, trying to distract himself from the relentless pleasure. But even those thoughts were quickly overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body. Every movement of her tongue, every pulse of her throat, drove him closer and closer to a premature ejaculation.
He felt her hand slide down to cup his balls, gently massaging them as she continued her assault on his dick. Her fingers traced lazy circles around the sensitive sack, adding yet another layer to the sensory overload.
'A-almost forty seconds…I'm... so close.'
Cassandra's eyes gleamed with triumph. She increased the tempo, her throat working in perfect sync with her hand. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tensed and relaxed with each thrust of her mouth. She knew he was close, and she intended to push him over the edge.
With one final, powerful motion, she took him as deep as she could, her throat muscles spasming around him as she milked him for all he was worth. Aaron's world exploded in a burst of white-hot pleasure, his cock twitching violently as he came with an animalistic growl.
"Fuuuuck!" Aaron roared, his body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over him. He could feel his cum shooting down Cassandra's throat, the sensation so intense it bordered on painful. His vision blurred, his mind a haze of raw, untamed lust.
Only when he finally began to come down did Cassandra release him, her lips sliding off his softening cock with a wet pop. She looked up at him, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Forty-seven seconds," she purred.
Cassandra had surpassed her mother.
Aaron failed to last a minute six times in a row. Aaron failed miserably.
"If you like it sloppy and deep…" Cassandra smiled cutely. "I'm your girl."
So what? This was his girl.
Aaron laughed. Without shame, he admitted, "I admit it. With you I'm a quickshot. I'm a premature ejaculator. For you, I just…! Nnngh!"
Climax number seven cumming right up!
…
…
…
He failed and he was more than happy to fail. A tight asian cunt and big white cock. A perfect combination made for each other.
"Good girl."
The tenth orgasm came and went. As of now, they were on their twentieth. Aaron was on his phone while he used Cassandra's throat as a cock warmer.
> Talia: My network informs me that Zatanna Zatara and John Constantine are in Las Vegas
> Talia: Though I do not know where they are specifically, I regard caution
"Apparently, Zatanna is in Las Vegas, our next destination, " Aaron said matter of factly. "Let's visit them next."
Using Cassandra as a cock warmer was natural. She liked it herself. Cassandra nodded while his cock was inside her.
"Cumming."
He put a hand on her head and kept her down as he spilled his load inside her. Cassandra's eyes rolled back as she did. She had grown an affinity for swallowing. All ten condoms were filled so for the other ten loads, she had to swallow.
"Haah…" Aaron relaxed and pulled his cock, letting it slap on her face. He saw her cum-drunk face, exhaustion, and enthusiasm. Aaron smirked. "I doubt this competition was all you wanted planned. Another surprise?"
"Mmmph…" Cassandra wiped the trickles falling from the corner of her lips, smirking. She proceeded to crawl back and then hop off the bed. She added to the mystique by doing several back-flips and landing right next to the door.
Aaron picked himself off, curious.
The door creaked open. He couldn't believe it.
"H-hey…"
Condoms on her waist. Nude. The same way Cassandra had been. Red hair and glasses.
Standing.
Barbara Gordon stepped into his room, hot, slutty, and a tinge nervous.
Her eyes darted towards Aaron, who lay sprawled on the bed. His cock instantly jutted upwards, its sheer size making her mouth water in anticipation.
"W-wow…"
"Hehe, big, right?"
"Y-yeah…" Barbara recovered with a gulp, eyes flicking at the other Batgirl and then back to Aaron's beautifully big cock. "I, uh, guess you want to know why I'm here. I wanted to thank you guys for being with me."
Throb, throb, throb.
"And, uhh…"
Throb, throb.
Cassandra went on her toes and whispered in Barbara's ear, "Just go and fuck him already."
Barbara went beet red. Cassandra giggled, gave a little wave, and closed the door behind her.
That left Barbara and Aaron alone.
Barbara marched over, her breath hitching. Aaron's cock was a beast, far larger than anything she had ever seen, let alone handled. She crawled onto the bed, eyeing the monster schlong, and smiled. "It's been a long time, hm?"
Her fingers trembling, she wrapped her hand around his shaft. The warmth of his cock seeped into her hand, making her pulse quicken. She stroked him slowly, marveling at how much of his cock her hand could barely contain. It was like trying to hold onto a thick, steel rod, unyielding and powerful.
Barbara looked at him. Their eyes locked. Her hand went up and down, up and down, up and down…
"You were here in Jamacia?"
"I, ah…me and Cass planned this out beforehand. She told me about your relationship and how she lets you, uh, be with other girls."
"Mhm."
Long, slow strokes. She could do nothing else.
"I told her about us," Barabra said. "I was…honestly, I didn't expect her to be so cool. I thought she'd be mad about us hooking up." She laughed a little. "She's nothing like me. I get too jealous. After I learned Dick and Starfire got together, Luke and I vacationed here in Jamaica."
"And?"
"All we did was have sex."
Poor Dick Grayson. Then again, he did have Starfire.
"I do want to emphasize—you are waaaay bigger than Luke. Actually—" Barbara's lips quirked upward as her thumb drew circles on the tip. "You're bigger than Luke and Dick combined."
Aaron's gaze never left hers. "As I always say, it's not a competition," he said. His humble words were somehow incredibly sexy. She wanted to be dominated, to be conquered by this casual, cool man. He didn't pretend he was better. He didn't act it.
Aaron Reigner just was.
And she was willing to do whatever it took to get fucked by greatness.
With a determined look, Barbara leaned forward, her lips hovering just above the tip of his cock. She could smell his musk, a heady mix of sweat and sex that made her dizzy with desire. Her tongue flicked out, tasting him for the first time, savoring the salty flavor that coated her taste buds. She moaned softly, her body trembling with anticipation.
"God, you're huge," she muttered, her voice thick with lust. "I don't know if I can take all of you."
Aaron's chuckle vibrated through his chest, making his cock twitch in her hand. Barbara's eyes gleamed with excitement. She opened her mouth wide, her lips forming an 'O' around the thick head of his cock. She pressed her lips against the warm flesh, feeling the ridges of his veins pressing against her tongue. Slowly, she began to slide her mouth down his shaft, inch by agonizing inch. Her throat tightened in protest, but she pushed through the discomfort, determined to take as much of him as she could.
It wasn't easy. Aaron's cock was too big, too thick for her to deepthroat entirely. But she didn't care. She wanted to feel him, to taste him, to give him the best blowjob of his life. At the ten inch mark, Barbara bobbed her head up and down, her lips sliding over his length with ease. She used her tongue to swirl around the sensitive spots, teasing and pleasing him with every movement.
Aaron smiled as Barbara worked her magic. "Good girl."
A warm mouth on your cock and a hand on your balls.
Barbara's cheeks flushed with pride. While blowing him, she jerked him off with both hands, her fingers gliding up and down his length in perfect rhythm with her mouth. She could feel his cock growing harder, thicker, pulsing with each beat of his heart.
"Nggghh~!"
But Barbara was no Cassandra. She had to pull out and gasp for air. "Haah…haahh…this cock already destroyed my pussy. Made me go crazy every damn night. Now it's ruining my throat." Barbara smirked at him. Her confidence was building.
"Congrats, Aaron Reigner. You're already better than Luke and Dick."
Pre-cum bubbled out. Smirking with the confidence of Batgirl, she dived right back at him. She spent five minutes sucking him off and jerking his dick. Barbara shouldn't have been able to do this. Aaron figured what happened.
With the help of Black Lightning's power, the implant in her spine was amped up.
'I get it now. This is Batgirl back in her prime!'
Aaron could feel the pressure building in his balls. He was close, so incredibly close. He could feel Barbara's warm, wet mouth enveloping him, her tongue licking and teasing him relentlessly. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to come.
"I'm gonna cum. You ready?"
Green eyes flicked up. She had taken all of his cock. Barbara simply nodded.
Sighing, his cock pulsed and filled it with wave after wave of hot, sticky cum. Barbara swallowed every drop as it flowed from him. The Batgirl gulped down every last drop.
Aaron sighed when he was done. This…this was an ordinary blowjob. Nothing special. Yet even in the ordinary, there was value. A kind of tenderness that he missed. "Goddamn, Barbara," he said with a smile. "That was... unbelievable."
Pop!
So much cock had to be extracted from her throat. Barbara heaved, her lips glistening with his cum. "I-I'm Batgirl," she said, her voice sultry and heavy. "I always deliver."
Aaron chuckled, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek. "Indeed, you do," he murmured, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. "Indeed, you do."
Barbara's heart raced as she leaned into his touch, her body humming with arousal. She could still feel the remnants of his cum on her lips, a reminder of the power he held over her. And she wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to experience the full extent of his dominance.
Barbara Gordon's fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders as she straddled Aaron Reigner. Already, she was shaking. This dick was different from any other. She knew this. She had to know it. Barbara Gordon possessed a photographic memory. Her glasses slid down her nose slightly, but she didn't care—her focus was entirely on the man beneath her, his green eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. She adjusted herself, feeling the tip of his monstrous cock pressing against her already dripping pussy. Her breath hitched and she bit her lip.
"Oh, God… it's so big," she gasped as she tried to steady herself. She shifted her hips, taking just the tip of him inside her, and already she felt like she was being stretched beyond her limits. Her pussy clenched instinctively, trying to accommodate him, and she let out a shaky moan. "I…I don't forget, you know. I have photographic memory. And yet…when I try and remember Dick and Luke's cock…I can't. You've overwritten. You've made me forget. I-I couldn't fuck another cock even if I try."
"Thank you." Aaron smiled. With Barbara, he wanted to be gentle and tender. His hands gripping her hips firmly. "But you're Batgirl. You can do anything."
Barbara met his smile with her own. Her boobs were big and they rose and fell rapidly as she tried to steady her breathing. Slowly, she lowered herself further onto his cock, her pussy stretching to accommodate his girth. Her eyes fluttered shut as a wave of pleasure and pain washed over her, her body trembling with the effort. "It's… it's so much…" she whimpered. "God, I think you're already deeper than Dick and Luke EVER were."
"That's it," Aaron encouraged, his voice a soothing rumble. "Take it, Barbara. You're doing so well."
With a final push, Barbara sank down onto him completely, his cock buried deep inside her. All fourteen inches. "C-can't! I can't! I'm CUMMIIIING~!" The redhead threw her head back, a loud, guttural moan escaping her lips as her body adjusted to the overwhelming sensation. She felt full in a way she never had before, her pussy stretched to its limits, every inch of her throbbing with pleasure. Her hands braced against his chest, her fingers digging into his skin as she tried to steady herself.
"Aaron… oh my God…" she gasped, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and ecstasy. "I…I remember now…nnggh! You're… you're so big… I've never felt anything like this…"
Aaron's smirk widened, his hands moving to her ass, squeezing the soft flesh. "Ride me, Barbara," he commanded. "Show me how much you love my cock."
All the while he squeezed that ass.
What was the best part of Barbara Gordon? Her fucking ass cheeks, that was what. His fingers were going in like quicksand. There was firmness, there was thickness, there was a loud thwack as he slapped it.
"Men. Always obsessed with my ass."
"Can't blame them, can you?"
"Nope. My favourite exercise is squatting for a reason~"
Ooh, there it was. The delightful confidence of the Batgirl. He squeezed her ass and slapped the left cheek one last time. He enjoyed feeling the jiggles.
Barbara giggled and began to move, rocking her hips back and forth, her pussy clenching around him with every thrust. "N-nggghh~! G-god, it's so big!"
"Take your time. Like you said, I'm much bigger than your ex-boyfriend's."
"I-it's not even close. H-how—nggghh~! How can cocks be so different?" She whimpered. She gasped. She laced her arms around and squished her boobs to his chest.
Right, did he say her ass was the best? Some girls might debate it was her breasts. Big and bouncy, they could not be contained even in a suit. Oh, sure, they weren't as massive as Starfire's. But there was something hot about the big-titty glasses librarian.
If Starfire was a hot model, then Barbara Gordon was the sexy next-door-neighbour. Having her cling to your neck and ride your cock, moaning and trembling, looking at you as if you were the best thing in the world…
'It feels like the best thing in the world for me too.'
"God! God~! T-this cock! Cock! S-so big! So big! So biiig~! I can't—nggghhh~!"
She orgasmed.
"Can't! Stop! Fucking!"
Faster, faster, faster. She bounced down on his dick faster.
She could feel every inch of him inside her, his cock hitting spots she didn't even know existed. "D-Dick never—he never made me CUM LIKE THIS~! OH GODDDD~! I'M CUMIIIING~!"
She couldn't move, she threw her head back and stayed. Aaron's hands moved to her breasts, kneading the soft flesh.
"Come on." A small thrust earned a small gasp from Batgirl. "Last time, we barely fucked. This time, let's give it our all. Let's show Dick and Luke and every other guy what they're missing."
She whimpered, breathing heavily, and then locked eyes with him.
Barbara Gordon went nuts.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"CUMMIING, CUMMIIIING, CUMMIIING~! I LOVE CUMMING LIKE THIS~! NGGHH~! HAAH~! ARE YOU LISTENING, DICK!? THIS IS A REAL COCK! THIS IS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO GET FUUUCKED~!"
Aaron Reigner had the kind of cock that bewildered the brain and its brain cells.
Well, Barbara went full-on bimbo, so she appeared to have permanently lost those brain cells. Boobs pressed, head thrown back, smacking her ass down as if she was twerking. Barbara was an absolute freak.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"LUKE~! NGGGHH~! THIS IS HOW YOU FUCK IN JAMAICA! YOU DON'T CUM IN TWO MINUTE~! YOU CREAMPIE A LADY AFTER—GSSSKKK~!"
Slobber spilled in heaves. She threw her head forward, making out with Aaron passionately and without warning, and then broke the kiss after an orgasm struck her nerves. She pushed Aaron away, letting him fall down flat on the bed, and just went ham.
"YOU CREAMPIE A LADY AFTER SHE CUMS TEN TIMES! TEN TIMES, YOU HEAR ME~!"
Everything about the view was incredible! Her driving down on him, then lifting herself up while dripping down his cock.
Barbara gasped and moaned. She was no longer looking at him, she was looking at her cunt and his cock. It was almost comical how he was stretching her.
She didn't mind.
"CUMMIIING AGAIIIIN~! I'VE CUM MORE TIMES WITH YOU THAN I EVER DID WITH DICK AND LUKE~! YOU'RE THE BEST, AARON~! YOUR BIG, FAT COCK IS THE BESSST~!"
Barbara boobs jiggled and her ass smacked down on him, her pussy clenching tightly around Aaron's cock as she came hard, her scream echoing off the walls. She was convulsing and slipping with saliva. She could feel herself losing control, her mind consumed by the overwhelming sensations coursing through her.
"I CAN'T STOP CUMMIIING~!!!" Barbara Gordon grinned. Her body jerked with each thrust, her pussy clenching around him as she came again, her screams growing louder and more desperate. "I LOVE IT~! I LOVE IT! THIS IS HOW I SHOULD HAVE BEEN FUCKED! THIS IS HOW—"
Aaron's hands tightened on her ass and—
CLAP—!
Barbara Gordon nearly collapsed. He pulled himself up, hugging her, and then standing up. Her legs went limp.
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
"Not too bad," Aaron said casually. "How about this, hm?"
He lifted her body off his cock with ease and then turned her over. Gasping and moaning from the sudden loss of cock, Barbara murmured almost incoherently, "D-dick…I need…diiiick…"
He slammed her down a beat later.
He was now fucking her in a full-nelson position. He was now fucking her with his nutsack openly plapping.
Up and down, up and down, gripping her thighs, he made her cunt swallow his big dick over and over. Barbara Gordon never experienced such pleasure. At the Hedonist Club, their time was brief. This was Aaron giving her the full course.
"Cumming!"
This was Aaron pumping her full of his creamy seed. His cock softened and plopped out of her hole. Cum poured out in huge globs.
Barbara's eyes were rolled back. She gasped and moaned and then saw Aaron.
They kissed.
"M-more," she murmured.
So he gave it to her. His balls had way more to offer than this.
…
…
…
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Doggy-style.
He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her ass cheeks trembling and jiggling. He could tell she was reaching her limit, but he didn't stop—he wanted to push her further, to make her feel more pleasure than she ever thought possible.
"You're doing so well, Barbara." He slapped dat thicc ass again. God, he loved Batgirl-ass. Whether it was Cassandra or Barbara, they had their own unique shape and taste. In this case, it was the definition of heart-shaped. A pale ass that was creaming on his cock. "Cum for me again. Show me how much you love my cock."
"I WILL~! I WIIIILL~!"
"Look at you go. Did Dick and Luke ever do this?"
"NEVER! NEVERRRR!!! THEIR COCKS WERE NOTHING LIKE YOURRSSSS~! THEY DIDN'T MAKE ME CUUUMMMM~"!
Barbara's ass jerked back. Another orgasm tore through her. Her mind was a blank slate, consumed by the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Frankly, she was a lost cause.
"What number are you at now?"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He pounded dat ass. He gave it what it deserved.
"T-TWO HUNDREEDDD~!"
"There we are. That means you're still sane."
He knew she was reaching her limit, but he didn't stop—he wanted to push her further, to make her feel more pleasure than she ever thought possible. He didn't want to cum inside though.
"I'm gonna cum."
Schliiiick~!
Spurt, spurt, spurt!
"Here it is, Batgirl. I'm cumming all over your ass."
He jerked himself and glazed the thick white strings on her ass and backside. He spared only her hair for convenience sake. Other than that, his balls made a mess of her ass. The moment he was done nutting over her fat ass, he immediately put his dick right back into that pretty little pussy. Cumming and going right back in is the best thing ever.
Barbara could only let out a whimper.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
His balls were slapping against that delightful ass again. It was a rythme. A chant. A song.
It was the best song her ears ever heard and you know damn well she was going to walk for a week after this—and for the first time, Barbara was actually glad that was the case.
***
Knock! Knock!
The entire floor was owned by one man. That was about twenty rooms. Like in any hotel, janitors were supposed to come and clean any mess the guests made. So far, the rooms were untouched. The two black Jamaicans cleaned and cleaned without too much thought.
Only door was closed. That must have been the occupied one.
Knock, knock.
"Screw it, let's just go in."
The two black men were young, tall, and muscled. They were in the prime of their life and yet forced to be janitors. Why? Because these cleansers weren't only janitors. They were part-time sex-workers and fucked single ladies that requested their aid. It was a private little business that was hidden away from Wayne and Toyman.
Although in reality, they probably knew and said nothing about it. These locals were just trying to get by, after all.
So imagine their shock when they opened the door and saw a hot, redhead bent over on the bed on the other side with more cum pouring out of her than in a bucket.
The white man responsible had halfway pulled on his robes. He didn't tie the belt together. He just let his dick hang.
"Ah, you came right on time. I'll take a shower. Be right back."
Jesus Lord, it was the biggest cock they had ever seen. A huge flaccid schlong that dwarfed both of them without effort.
First thought? Lucky bastard. Second? What the fuck was that size!?
Thwap, thwap, thwap! Aaron Reigner gave a nod as he walked past the two black janitors. "By the way, that's my girl. Watch over her, will you? She might need water."
The door closed. Silence stretched. More cum poured out of the redhead. The woman was gasping for air and clearly tried to push herself up. She failed, her fingers twitching out of control, and she ended up murmuring and staying in that bent-over position.
"S-sorry, lady."
What could they say? What could they do? This hot redhead might have been in front of them but Aaron laid his claim. There was no fucking way they were matching what he did to her. No way. Never in their lives as sex workers had they heard women making those kinds of lewd noises.
It was like Aaron was from a different planet. Some hung Caucasian god that decided to descent upon Jamaica.
"Owns the entire floor, is hung as a horse, and got an Asian baddie and a hot redhead…"
The young men shook their heads.
"Clearly, god plays favourites."
"That thing was hanging halfway down his thigh, man."
"Can't be a white guy thing. I've fucked their wives before, I know they ain't packing."
"There's always the one though…"
Sigh.
***
The elevator ride back up was supposed to be uneventful. Cassandra Cain was with another man. He was tall with dreads in a ponytail, sunglasses, and pineapple-patterned shorts that were rather cute on him. He was close to seven feet tall. Cassandra didn't think much of it. With her eyes, she could tell he wasn't an athlete.
Although…
Wait a minute…
She glanced again. He did look familiar. Through his shorts, her eyes calculated his posture, his height, the bulge and where it started and ended, and eventually deduced his schlong was pretty big too.
He noticed her staring. "Yo, you alright, beautiful?" His grin was all confidence. Built like a superhero, with a dazzling smile and a voice that could probably charm even Killer Croc into a good mood.
Cassandea blinked, cocked her head, and then yelped. She pointed a finger at him. "You're…."
"Yep, you've probably seen me in certain adult videos. Yes, I am that guy. Yes, my dick is that big." He laughed, nodding. "Anything else?"
Him! It was him! The black dude she and Aaron watched during their second fuck session ever! Wow, what a coincidence. She clapped her hands together before going into a thinking pose.
"Hm…" Cassandra hummed and murmured to herself. "Hmm…I think…"
"Yeah?"
"I think I could use your help."
The black pornstar's brows shot up. "Oh?" He leaned in slightly. "I was planning to head to my room, but for you…"
A cropped, black tank top stopping above her navel and black shorts that were high-waisted, frayed denim. The white linen button-up was gone. Cassandra Cain, as much as she didn't consider herself, was a hot young Asian chick. Not much make-up either. A rare kind of woman with some lean and mean in her.
The black pornstar could tell. He was biggest adult film star in Jamaica and knew his women. He licked his lips.
"I got time."
Cassandra blinked. "Not like that. I need a camera," she explained, making two L-shape hands and coming together to show him. "Camera. Video."
"Oh. Ohhh." The pornstar relaxed. "Video. So you're trying to make…" Kingston nodded. "I get you, I get you. Alright, I'll help out. Where are we going?"
"Top floor."
Cassandra tugged at her shorts. The pornstar went buggy-eyed.
"W-woah, already stripping? You're quite the slut."
Cassandra pulled down her shorts, unveiling her cunt and ass to him, and then throw off her tank top. The pornstar whistled. "Sheesh, your tits are bigger than I thought."
Already, they were perked up. Cassandra flashed him a smile. "Thank you."
Just as he was about to lean forward, the elevator doors slid open, and both of them were met with something unexpected.
The unmistakable sound of moaning. Loud moaning. Like, shake-the-walls level moaning.
Kingston blinked rapidly as his brain processed what he was seeing. Across the room was a giant double-king-sized bed. It was meant for the biggest VIPs ever. Even someone like him, who was celebrated in his country, only saw it once or twice for some orgy shootings.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Today, it was for a white. A white guy with the biggest cock he had EVER seen. He was fucking the woman on top of him like crazy. Literally, the redhead babe sounded like she was practicing opera.
At the same time, he saw those jiggles. He saw that the woman was responding. Holy fuck, could a woman actually respond to thrusts like those? She was riding like she was praising the Lord…
"DICK ME DOWN, DICK ME DOWWWNN~! I LOVEEE IT~!"
The pornstar went wide-eyed as she grabbed the white man's wrist and started fucking him with pure adoration and instinct. Purely from a professional level, he loved how she arched the back and how she took over and fucked him.
This was no average woman.
"Haaahh~! Aaron Reigner, you damn stud~! Hnngghhh~! I can't believe—I can't beliiievee~!" Look at her. She was losing. Goddammit. She was one sexy little slut. Love when they sound like that. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE FUCKING ME SOOO DEEP~!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Her cheeks were clapping madly. Like holy shit. The pornstar was bewildered. Threatened even. He wanted to act cool, smirk, and say, "Damn. Need me a real deal rider, like this lady." Maybe turn to the Asian chick beside him and kiss her.
But goddamm!
The white dude was is IN THERE.
The dick size, the stamina, everything about this man caught the porn star's attention. It was like seeing a superior version of himself. He thought he had conquered the internet with his BBCs videos. But here and now, he learned there was ALWAYS a bigger fish in the sea. Always.
For the first time in his life, the porn star with the biggest BBC felt cucked.
"Hi!"
That was the Asian chick. She walked over, grinning and waving.
The white couple on the bed were looking at him now. Not just that, but the redhead rose, extracting that huge dong in its entirety, while never looking away from the Jamaican porn star.
"Who is that…?"
Thwap! Aaron's cock slapped against his abs. The pornstar had instinctively kept up with Cassandra and stood beside her. He didn't know why. His body just moved on its own.
Aaron Reigner picked himself, sitting there with an elbow on his raised knee. His supersized dick stood strong.
"Hey there—"
Whoosh!
Cassandra yanked the pornstar's pants down, exposing his seven inch semi-erect dong. In any other room, women would swoon. Here, Barbara rolled her eyes, agitated that she had to stop because of this measly dick, and giggled at by Cassandra.
"O-oi! What was that for!?"
Cassandra somehow swept his shorts from his feet and tossed them far away. The pornstar was already shirtless so he was officially nude. Barbara Gordon was not interested and simply sank down on Aaron's cock. She whimpered and clung to his shoulder.
Aaron looked over and gave a respectful nod. "Oh, you're that porn star guy. I'm Aaron. We could use your expertise."
"Uh…what? Look, I'm not—"
"Camera is right here!" Cassandra exclaimed, shoving the camera in his arms. "Don't worry, we'll pay if necessary. All we want are the best angles."
"I'm not…I've never…"
He was the one others watched, not the other way around.
Cassandra crawled forward and started licking Aaron's huge white balls. Barbara moaned. She felt that shit stirring and throbbed. Her pussy juice spewed out. Barbara lifted herself up. Cassandra, with that opening, jerked his huge cock off. It was like an extraction, fast at the base and slowing down when she reached the tip.
"Do you mind getting a side-angle?" Aaron asked, jabbing a thumb of where he wanted the BBC pornstar. "We're gonna post this online but she really wants her ex-boyfriend to see."
When a man as hung as Aaron gave an order there was no defying it. Both men and women obeyed. Without a word, he did as was told and started recording the white man slowly fucking a redhead while getting a handjob by an Asian chick.
"Nggghhh~!" Slow and steady movements led to drawn out-moans. "S-so big…! So much bigger than any of my other boyfriends. Good goddd~!"
"Err, how about we stream this?" the pornstar suggested. "As long as you don't say any names, you can get this popular fast."
"Yeah, sure," Aaron said. "Go do that."
The biggest, baddest pornstar in Jamaica—rendered a damn cameraman for a white dude.
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A giant white cock flopped between their grinning faces.
"Hey there, my name is Barbara Gordon."
"Cassandra~"
"And we're here to worship Aaron's fat cock." Barbara gave a kiss to the underside. Cassandra copied her. "We're from Gotham so call us the Batgirls."
Fourteen inches of cock that extended past their smiley, cock-addicted expressions. Aaron pointed the camera downward, smiling.
"We're SUCH good girls, aren't we?" The redhead decided to glide her tongue along his cock till it reached the tip. "Mm, we just love cock. How can we not? The bigger the cock, the bigger our love~!"
"Mhm, mhm!"
The stream was loving it. They had already racked up five thousand viewers. A redhead and an Asian chick were rare pairing. A giant fourteen inch cock was outright beyond the realm of rare and simply one-of-a-kind.
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Aaron Reigner stood with his arms crossed.
Cassandra Cain and Barbara Gordon stood in the center of the room, their Batgirl costumes clinging to their bodies like a second skin. The black latex molded to their curves, highlighting every dip and swell of their toned physiques.
Barbara's fiery red hair cascaded over her shoulders. Cassandra was covered completely, albeit the pattern had changed ever so slightly. This was the costume Toyman had gifted her.
Nobody knew it but today, on a porn live stream, Batgirl debuted her new costume.
Behind them, a cameraman was stationed, his lens focused intently on the two women. The red light on the camera blinked, signaling that they were live, broadcasting to an eager audience who couldn't wait to see what was about to unfold.
"Ready?" Barbara purred, her voice low and sultry as she glanced at Cassandra.
"Hehe, ready."
Cassandra did a twirl and looked at the camera behind her, grinning. She slapped Barbara's ass who smirked and blew the camera a kiss.
The two women then focused their attention to the object of their affections.
Aaron Reigner and his BWC.
They moved in sync, their capes flowing as they approached Aaron. Barbara's hips swayed seductively, the curve of her ass drawing the camera's focus. It was firm, round, and perfectly shaped, the latex costume accentuating every inch of it. She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the camera, her hand trailing down her back until it rested on her ass. She gave it a slow, deliberate squeeze, her lips parting.
Barbara wanted to look hot. She liked being hot.
"Did you know I've never actually fucked in costume?" Barbara teased. Her eyes went from the camera to Aaron, arching her back, her ass jutting out even more.
Cassandra wasn't about to be outdone. She stepped forward, her hips swaying with a rhythmic precision that was almost hypnotic. Her ass was not as impressive, not as thicc or fat, being more toned and firm. The latex hugged it perfectly, however. For those that preferred a more grippable ass, Cassandra Cain was your Batgirl.
She bent over, her hands resting on her knees. She was showing the camera that she had quite the ass. A finger went over to where her pussy would be. In her previous costume, nothing would have happened.
But with Toyman, he inserted a pussy-hatch. Right then and there, Cassandra openly and willingly revealed her ruined, BWC-destroyed hole. It was pristine. It was lovely.
"Only one cock can fuck me~"
Cassandra said it herself. This pussy belonged to one man.
Aaron's eyes darkened as he watched them, one hand clenching into a fist and jerking his dick off. The cameraman shuffled over in order to show the big dick.
Barbara pressed herself against Aaron, her fingers trailing up Aaron's chest until they rested on his shoulders. Boobs hugging his left arm, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "We've been waiting for this, Aaron. We've been waiting for you."
Cassandra was right behind her, her lithe body pressing against Aaron's back as her hands slid down his arms. "Mm, can we fuck now?"
Cassandra wasn't so good with roleplay. To the viewers at home, her desperation was erotic.
The cameraman went in circles, the focus on the women's asses. Barbara's hand slipped down to his erection, her fingers already finding a nice grip on his base.
"Oooh, look at that. My fingers don't connect. Mm, you must have a bigger cock than Batman~"
What was the theme of the roleplay? Who was Aaron Reigner? Was he a criminal or civilian? Who knows. All anybody knew was that this was hot. Viewership were rocketing. They were already at twenty thousand.
"Why don't you let us take care of you, big boy?" Barbara teased. "With such a big cock, only the Batgirls will be able to handle you, I'm afraid."
That was when Cassandra crawled between his legs and licked his ballsack. Her tender licks, her cute seated posture...
Somehow, this Batgirl made worshipping a man's nutsack adorable.
The cameraman moved in closer and showed Cassandra's perspective. Her underneath POV of his lengthy cock. Barbara's tongue darted out and kissed Aaron. The cameraman had to get back up and show the audience what was happening.
Barbara pulled back, her lips glistening with saliva as she looked up at Aaron, her eyes filled with lust. "What do you say, Aaron?" she purred. "Want to see what both of us can do?"
Cassandra rose and kissed him as well. Aaron's arms wrapped around the Batgirls. The camera showed it all. The view of them exchanging saliva with both of them. The view of his giant cock about to pound them into submission.
"Let us take care of you," Cassandra whispered, licking her lips. She was easily the hornier of the two ladies. "Let us make you feel good."
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The pornstar was hoping for the stream to be over in an hour. Maybe after he was exhausted, he would get a chance with the Asian chick.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Nope, not a chance.
Five hours later, he was still plowing the redhead's cheeks.
Five hours later, he was groping her big boobs.
The costumes? Partially ripped, partially in-tact, and masks off.
"Gonna cum inside! You want it inside, Barbara!"
"DO ITTTT~! YOUR DICK IS THE ONLY ONE WHOSE EVER CUM INSIDE~! S-SHOOOO DOOO ITTT~!"
The redhead had long since lost her mind. She seemed like an intelligent woman, especially when she spoke to him during breaks. But once Aaron got to fucking, once that big ass white dick starting pistoning in and out of her hole…
He was able to go balls-deep and cum inside her without any issues. Ten thousand people were currently viewing this white man's balls churning and tensing up. Ten thousand people witnessed as he blasted her womb with so much cum that it overflowed and fell onto the bed.
All the while fingering the Asian woman, Cassandra, with four fingers.
This wasn't staged. This wasn't faked. This was five hours of consistent fucking. This was sex in a world that the Jamaican pornstar could only have seen in his dreams.
How does one cum like that regularly
Who fucking knows.
Just…
Holy fuck.
Aaron Reigner was a fucking beast. Whoever said all men were created equal clearly never saw a skinny white dude go to work.
He came inside her, pulled out, and started fucking the defenceless anus of the other woman. No permission asked. The BWC was allowed everything.
Unfair. So unfair.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Cassandra Cain tried not to humiliate herself. She was much better at managing her emotions. But like…come on. Getting your cheeks clapped by Aaron, getting fucked in front of ten thousand viewers, was there room for dignity?
Her eyes rolled back. Cassandra kept gasping with her mouth wide open.
She was loving every second!
Aaron was making her feel it in her stomach.
'No way I'm lasting all them strokes the way her shit grippin'.'
That was all the cameraman could think.
This white man was cumming inside each of them balls deep every time. Pussy swollen. Cum pouring out. Handprints all over her. Maybe she will get one in every hole next stream. Aaron didn't seem too interested in blowjobs, almost like he had enough of them.
Cassandra, however, would never get used to his cock. She didn't stop shrieking because it got worse, she stopped because she had fourteen inches in her cunt and her soul told her to just enjoy. Vocal chords were a waste. Moaning about it was a waste.
Just take the big white dick.
"Mmmpppph~!"
Cassandra was sweating madly, her complexion a sheen darker from it all. It was glorious to behold. Both ladies were.
The pornstar had the biggest erection of his life. Ten inches of respectable black cock that jutted out and bounced as he went side to side.
He was like a hired cameraman at a wedding with how fast he jumped and moved. He needed every angle.
"Mmmpppph~! Nggghh~! A-Aarroooonnn~!"
Aaron went balls-deep and stayed there. Balls-mushed to her amazing ass, the pornstar pressed the camera right up there to show the viewers. Then slowly went back as Aaron went—
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
The Batgirl costumed were mostly intact, save for the booty area. Oh boy did Aaron rip the fabric apart. He treated them like they were fishnet stockings. Which, frankly, was what every horny man in Gotham thought. They thought they could rip those stockings apart and plow those cheeks.
Aaron didn't have to think or dream of it. He was living it.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Both ladies had amazing asses. Inarguably, if they had a career in porn, they would be in everybody's top ten list. He suspected Barbara in particular would be getting GOAT shouts.
Cassandra's booty was rather tight and toned. There was a surprising amount of jiggle, which the pornstar guessed was from the sheer amount of fucking. His body type were like those ladies that did karate, except of a higher quality.
Barbara Gordon on the other hand? Oh god, don't get him salivating already. This cheek was caked up. Toned yet supple, it slammed back at Aaron's pelvis with effortless grace and always jiggled, whether walking with that quiet confidence of hers to get a water bottle or getting pounded. It wasn't exaggerated, but it had just enough roundness to make even the most disciplined man do a double take.
Exhausted at this point, the camera drooped down. The viewers were suddenly being shown the pornstar's ten incher.
The comments were ruthless.
< dawg get yo tiny ass dick out. Respectfully
< we wanna see the bwc plowing bitches not some random dude stroking his shit
< ain't this the Jamaican BBC dude?
< lmaooo no way
< i recognize that dick
< looks small af compared to the white boy
< put the fries in the bag unc
< put the dick in the xl condom
What was the porn star's name? What were his great accomplishments? Could he have been a protagonist in another story?
Who cares?
None of it mattered. Today, he was a camera man and Aaron Reigner was fucking two Gotham bitches.