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It feels like beating a dead horse to say it was a dark Gotham night… the police sirens were whirling, the bat signal was flashing, gunfire and yelling were filling the air like the industrial districts' smoke stacks. Just your average normal evening in Gotham.
What was different about tonight was the fact that it was Midnight, but Orders, the purple-eyed workaholic boss, WAS NOT at Superbabes. Something a slightly confused Darcy politely pointed out.
"This is very unlike you, Mother." Darcy declared, standing under a lamp post in the middle of Robinson Park as Orders sat on a bench, nondescriptly reading the Gotham Globe Newspaper like that was a normal thing to do.
"Mmn-hmmn. So you say." Orders replied, calmly as Darcy continued to scan the area, making sure nobody untoward tried anything. This WAS Robinson Park after all, after hours, it was a potentially dangerous place…
Of course, not nearly as dangerous as the connotations of Orders NOT being at Superbabes in the middle of the night, earning MAXIMUM profits. If she were HERE, there were no deliveries… needless to say, the girls were concerned. A bit grateful for the break, of course, but mostly concerned.
"Indeed, Mother. We are in Robinson Park and not at Superbabes… at 12:04 PM. Which is very unlike you."
"Indeed, it is quite the puzzle." Orders replied with mild sarcasm while filling out the crosswords in the Gotham Globe Newspaper. "…Did you say 12:04?" she said, only marginally interested.
"Yes, Mother. 12:04-"She paused. "12:05," She corrected as Orders finally looked up from her newspaper. Closed it, and left it on the bench before standing up and abruptly walking away out of the lamplight and between the trees off the dark path.
"Come." She said simply as Darcy, without question, obeyed her, following after her surrogate mother as they stood in the shadows. Due to the lack of a moon tonight in Gotham, this particular area was so dark that only their eyes could be seen… if that.
"Why are we here, Mother?" Darcy asked curiously as Orders stared at the bench, waiting.
"A little softer, Darcy." She said subtly as Darcy complied.
"Why are we here, Mother?" she repeated with more of a conspiratorial whisper, her inorganic eyes practically glowing in the dark as Orders Purple ones flashed knowingly.
"Why else would I be here?" she asked as Darcy seemed to process the statement. Quite literally.
"…You enjoy the smell of nature in the evening?" Orders stared at her, "I was attempting a sarcastic joke." She said factually as Orders continued to stare at her.
"And I'm proud of you for the attempt, but not the timing. Tell me, Darcy. Seriously. WHY would I be here? With you? In the middle of the night in a terribly unsafe park?" After a moment of surprisingly quick processing…
"Experience says you are looking for an opportunity to generate a significant profit."
"Very good." Orders said, "…If you want to be specific. I am here recruiting." Darcy was legitimately surprised.
"In the middle of the night, Mother?" she asked curiously as Orders took a deep breath.
"Yes." She said simply and held up a hand. "Wait." She said, and Darcy then noticed someone was walking toward the bench. The lamppost illuminated a tall woman with long golden hair tied back in a shimmering braid that brushed the back of her brown trench coat. She wore bright red running shoes and a domino mask on her green-eyed face. She walked the paved path up to the bench before glancing cautiously around. Noticing nobody around, and obviously not spotting Orders or Darcy, she slid her hands into the inside of her coat and pulled it open.
She was very shapely, her breasts with round and plump; however, what really drew the gaze was the slender waist, wide childbearing hips, and a thick bubble backside on sturdy legs that rippled distractingly with each subtle movement... Oh, and she was completely naked. That should be said. Stark, buck ass naked… her glorious body on full display.
"…I see." Said Darcy, seemingly unsurprised… but to be fair, she was a LITTLE surprised, just not THAT surprised at the naked streaking woman. The beautiful blonde woman peeled the coat from her body, tossing it onto the bench and leaving herself only in the mask and her bright red running shoes. She stretched and wobbled before opening her arms wide and smiling as she breathed in the cold Gotham air… very cold according to her nipples.
Then, without another word, she started JOGGING. Her breasts springing up and down firmly on her chest, her huge, thick ass rippling as her feet stomped onto the path. Left, right, left, jogging along without a care as Orders and Darcy watched her, and her swinging hips and ass vanish from view… "…Mother?" Darcy spoke cautiously as Orders stepped out of the trees and back into the light, approaching the woman's coat before promptly folding it and sitting on the bench beside it, picking up the paper and looking it over.
"Yes, Darcy?" she asked as the Gynoid seemed to think on her next words, and merely decided that the obvious was obvious.
"…Will she be a new hire?" Darcy asked patiently as Orders read the newspaper.
"Yes." Orders said, answering honestly, "…By the way, I might need you to catch her."
"Yes, Mother," Darcy said obediently before abruptly taking off after the naked blonde PAWG jogger with unsurprising speed… she was a Gynoid after all, her physical abilities were far above a normal biological woman. Orders glanced up from the newspaper, eyes flashing briefly before going back to said Newspaper.
"…Not entirely what I meant, but the result will be the same…" she noted patiently, "…Oh, there's a sale for pantsuits…" Orders continued reading the newspaper… when finally.
"I have returned, Mother." Orders looked up and saw Darcy with a firm grip on the upper arm of the beautiful blonde. She seemed rather amused at the whole situation herself, her free hand covering her crotch but still displaying the rest of her body with an air of smug confidence.
"…Mother?" she said, sounding more curious than anything. She had a deep, sultry voice with just the slightest hint of an accent. An odd combination of the Midwest and a European coo. Ukrainian, maybe Austrian… or both.
"She mostly says it to annoy me." Orders said crisply, putting the paper down on the naked woman's coat.
"Well, you wished to speak to me?" the woman asked, "Siccing you very strong, very fast, and very attractive daughter on me?" She looked Darcy up and down curiously as Orders crossed her legs, interlocking her fingers. Speaking with the air of someone giving an interview.
"How would you like a job?"
"I have a job." The woman replied honestly, but Orders waved a hand.
"As a part-time stripper in a part of Gotham that doesn't see much business. Yes. Very lucrative. I mean a REAL job where your talents will be-" the Purple-eyed boss seemed to gaze right through the woman as her gaze slid up and down her naked body, the woman completely unaffected by her nudity or the chill. In fact, apart from the sudden thoughtful expression on her face, she seemed to be enjoying herself. "Appreciated."
The woman cocked a curious and well-groomed eyebrow, "…And you know that how? Have you been stalking me?" she asked a little playfully as Darcy casually replied.
"Mother does not need to stalk people."
"So I noticed. She has people for that." The beautiful blonde said jokingly as Orders continued to stare into her green eyes. "…So you just so HAPPENED to find me here in the middle of the night and catch me with my clothes off?"
"I find that my point is often proven when it's proven for me." Orders replied as the blonde scoffed. But after a long moment of silence and thought, she smiled prettily.
"…What kind of Job?"
Two weeks later
"So where did you find this one?" Giganta asked, letting her shoulder strap slap onto her shoulder as she walked out of the locker room after meeting the New Girl.
"Naked in Robinson Park." Orders replied as Giganta laughed, but as Orders raised her Purple eyes up to look at the gorgeous giant redhead, she stopped laughing and sighed loudly.
"…I shouldn't be surprised," Giganta noted.
"Are you?"
"…No," she said as the new girl, after admiring herself IMMENSELY in the locker room mirrors, strutted out of the locker room.
Though her costume design itself is based upon the heroine known as 'Jessie Quick', with a Tight red Shirt that showed off her big round breasts, yellow gloves, red boots and yellow shorts so tight and snug they would have been mistaken for straight up underwear, especially with her sexy portion of her ass sticking out of it… she wore a red face mask that let her golden blonde hair and braid down the back of her head, but covered her upper face and part of her neck. She also wore a high, hip-riding T-back thong, but that currently couldn't be seen under the tight red shirt… Unlike the real Jessie Quick, she had a rather more noticeable and recognizable symbol stamped between her round breasts. That of the Flash's lightning bolt.
"I am loving this outfit." She declared proudly, running her gloved hands over her tight shorts, squeezing her ass and thick thighs as she smiled. "MMn… Jessie Quick is a sexy bitch." She said as Orders tapped her counter.
"She is. But you're Flash." She said as the sexy blonde raised an eyebrow.
"…You don't think that'll cause some confusion?"
"No more so than calling you Jessie Quick… that's a silly name. Besides, she went by 'the Flash' once or twice. I count it." Orders noted calmly, "Now. Catwoman."
"On it!" declared the designated photographer of Superbabes. Catwoman (I) smacked Flash's ass as the pawg blonde chuckled, while being led over to the couch. "Now then, let's get you sexy..."
"I'm already sexy… do you want me to show my good side?" she asked, facing away from Catwoman and licking her lips over her shoulder, turning so some of her generously bust could be seen as she ran her hands over her shapely ass. She swatted her cheeks lightly in her tight and surprisingly sturdy shorts, lifting her pawg booty up with her hands before letting it drop back down to jiggly pleasantly. "Mmn… here you go." She joked as Giganta glanced at Orders.
"…You sure can pick 'em. Sugar," She declared as Orders stoically stared at Catwoman and Flash.
"…She's not wrong, boss," Catwoman said cheekily as Orders rolled her eyes.
"Just take the picture." She ordered as Catwoman posed the beautiful blonde, and CLICK!
"Mmn. Can I get a copy of that?" asked Flash as she ran her hands over Catwoman's curvy waist.
"It's all online." Replied Catwoman, unaffected by Flash's groping as she gave Orders the Camera. "You can save it yourself." She added, strutting away and smacking Flash's thick PAWG booty as she leaned over the counter to watch Orders plug in the camera and add her to the list of sexy Superbabes.
"And you're up." Orders said frankly, "Now on the floor." She said as Flash smiled mischievously.
"Well, if you insist." She said with a casual shrug, strutting onto the floor as her wide hips swung her thick ass cheeks to the delight of the customers, especially once she started twerking.
Orders sighed and rolled her eyes as Gignata watched Flash quickly acclimate herself to the job. "Want me to stop that?" she asked playfully, smiling at her boss, who could only glower.
"Let her. She won't be doing it for long." Orders noted casually as Giganta shrugged… and sure enough, as tradition dictates, the phone rang with Orders already reaching for it.
Time: 9:34 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes. We Deliver."
"The… Uh… The Uh. Chili Cheese Flash Fries?"
"One order of Chili Cheese Flash Fries. Anything else?"
"Delivered by… Flash? I'm sorry, what do Chili Cheese Fries have anything to do with the Flash?"
"They're cut in the shape of lightning bolts. Anything Else?"
"No, thank you. Just delivered by Flash."
"Very well. We expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery, name and address please."
Meanwhile.
Orders hung up the phone and wrote the receipt. "Go get her." She said as Giganta chuckled, pushed off her corner, and walked onto the floor. After a moment, Flash wiggled back into the lounge, her hips popping as she stood in front of Orders and plucked dollar bills from her VERY tight shorts. "You got one." Orders said.
"That was quick," Flash replied as she reached out for the receipt, only to hesitate… her fingers suddenly twitched rapidly, and she clenched them into a fist, briefly, before shaking it quickly as if they had suddenly gone numb. "Nngh…"
"I thought you had that under control." Orders said knowingly. Flash, up until now, had been smugly confident… but she immediately looked surprised and a bit concerned.
"…I do." She said under her breath, "It tends to act up when I'm excited." She said, before snatching the receipt from Orders' hand. "I'm fine." She said as Orders seemed unconcerned.
"I know you're fine." Orders replied as the food slid across the counter. "That wasn't the issue." Flash grabbed the back and lifted it from the counter.
"I'm fine." She repeated before turning and strutting her sexy body out the back door, her ass swinging distractingly as she walked out to the company car, immediately opening it up and sliding into the front seat. Before putting the food on the passenger seat, and grabbed the wheel with both hands.
HUUUUUM.
She took a breath as her fingers vibrated, and sighed audibly as she breathed out… her fingers stopped vibrating on the wheel, and she smiled, starting the car and, slowly, pulling into traffic, heading off into Gotham…
She's only been in Gotham for a couple of months. She had moved here from Central City… Who moves to Gotham City willingly? You might ask, well, rent was cheap, and it seemed like the place for a woman like her to go.
She had always been something of a pervert, an exhibitionist mostly… and it only got worse after the 'incident'. She had revealed in her beauty, she embraced it… she was hot, and she knew it… She loved her body, she loved her ass, her tits, her beautiful face… she showed it off, she flaunted it… But she wasn't a bitch about it. She just knew that her beauty was a gift, a meal ticket… and she LOVED that.
She loved the way people looked at her, lustfully, admiringly, hungrily… Again, she was always something of an exhibitionist, wearing the skimpiest clothes she could until fully embracing her inner slut. It's why she got into stripping full-time after moving to Gotham, only dabbling with it in Central City… which was also admittedly far harsher on prostitution than Gotham… another reason to move here.
But after the 'incident', she just wasn't tolerated anymore in her home… especially after she fucked her stepbrothers…
…Oh yeah. That's another barrel of crazy that she left in Central City. Three stepbrothers and four different occasions of letting them fuck her was the straw that broke the camel's back. Her stepmother wasn't a horrible woman, but she clearly didn't approve of the casual sex… she was religious. Her Father, however, ended up taking her side, insisting that she 'get help' or 'see doctors'… There was nothing wrong with her; if anything, her stepbrothers were the problem.
If they didn't want to fuck her, then they shouldn't have spied on her while she was naked. Simple as that… Was she being unreasonable? Probably… but ever since the 'incident' she's been much more… free spirited. Like the wind… and yes, fucking her stepbrothers wasn't the 'incident'.
Truth be told, she was somewhat grateful for Orders' offer even if she's now escalating from 'Stripper' to 'Full-blown Prostitute'… sorry, 'delivery girl'. Stripping was a cutthroat job in Gotham, and it would've been only a matter of time before she was sucking dicks in the champagne room for just a little extra cash, or letting her boss fuck her for good showtimes…
Orders was, surprisingly, far more lenient than expected... also impressively more greedy.
Flash drove through Gotham traffic in good time. Arriving in Upper East Gotham and heading towards the beach even faster. She glanced at the collection of cabins on the edge of the beach, rentals mostly, and there were some new ones built behind those, two stories and everything…
Not that she knew it, but those were new additions; again, she's only been in Gotham a couple of months. If even that. She spent most of her time finding a cheap apartment and a job where she can take her clothes off for money and a good time. The latter was relatively easier.
The beach itself was pitch black darkness, despite the full moon in the sky. She turned off the car, and the headlights flicked off as she glanced out across the beach; one cabin still had lights on. One of the two-storied ones behind the row closest to the water… between the first and second cabins.
She checked the receipt, putting it in the bag, and after another round of vibrating fingers, she shook it off and opened the door to the car, slamming it shut behind her before strutting her red booted feet to the only Cabin that appeared to be occupied, or at least awake. She stepped slowly up the short steps onto the veranda, approaching the sliding front door, covered by curtains, but the light was apparent. She raised her fist… fingers vibrating slightly again, but she steadied herself and knocked. "Superbabes."
Time: 9:56 PM. Place: Upper East Gotham Beach (Cabin 13)
"Special Delivery Service." She said, and put her hand on her shapely hip, fingers sinking into her exposed ass cheek as she moaned softly, the vibration in her fingers stopping as the curtain hesitantly moved, allowing the one inside to peek, before swinging it fully open and opening the door. She smiled at him and winked a green eye. "Hi." She said with a sultry purr, before inviting herself inside.
He was somewhat average looking, with dark hair, clean, a nose that had been broken once and reset… his only relatively distinguishing trait was that he was tall. 6 feet. She knew that because she was ALSO six feet… and that's without the heels in her boots. "Wow." He breathed, looking at her up and down as she entered the cabin, putting the food down on a small kitchen table as she returned to the living room. "You are way prettier in person." She giggled in a coquettish way, a deep, sensual chuckle as she licked her red lips and approached him. Rubbing her hands on his chest.
"MMn… sweet talker. I like compliments…" she purred, pressing her body to his and feeling his increasing bulge throbbing in his baggy shorts as she licked her lips again. "But I hope you're not all talk." She whispered excitedly, her hands practically vibrating on him as he gazed into her bedroom eyes. "I hope…" she whispered in his ear. "You want to USE me." She said, and her tongue slithered in his ear, wiggling around into his canal as he gasped excitedly. "To get OFF." She giggled again as he touched her wide hips. "Mmn… touch me. More…" she said eagerly as his hands reached for her ass and eagerly squeezed. "Yes…" she gasped exotically, "Mmn… do you like my ass?"
"Oh… yeah." He breathed, gripping it firmly, pulling her to his body as she wiggled it in his grip, giggling as her breasts bulged against his chest. "WOW, it's so fucking big…"
"Mmn-hmmn…" she cooed, licking his neck, kissing his cheek, and running her tongue over it seductively, purring. "Do you want to keep touching it? Or do you want to watch me move it for you?"
"Move it for me?" he replied, briefly confused as she giggled and gripping his shirt, she pulled him away from the door and onto the couch, bending over and looking him in the eyes before licking his lips with a wiggling, almost vibrating tongue as he moaned. He tried to kiss her, but she teasingly pulled away, blowing him a kiss as she danced, literally, out of his grip and reach.
She turned around, shaking her ass side to side in skillful movements, swinging them in a 'hula hoop' wiggle, raising her arms as she turned around and around, like her own ass was trying to throw her off balance with the sheer weight of her majestic PAWG-ness. Then, facing away from him, she bent over, hands on her knees, and began to wiggle it again, shaking it side to side before bending her knees and twerking…
Even in the tight shorts, her ass rippled and clapped like they weren't even there, throwing her ass around in a circle, clap clap clapping for him as she squatted on her heels, hands up, tits bouncing, throwing her ass back up and down as her braid swatted her lower back lightly as if whipping her for more. "Hee-hee!" she giggled playfully as her thick ass continued to ripple with her claps before she stood up again and began twisting her hips, popping them so her ass cheeks jiggled subtly before she grabbed her shit and ripped it off her body. Her nipples twitched happily from the freedom as she kept writhing her hips erotically, raising her gloved hands in the air again as her high-riding thong dug deep into her waist and between her ass.
She turned around, still dancing a rather amateurish samba hip movement as she approached him, swaying her sensual lower body with a smile on her masked face. Worming her hips towards his face as he rubbed his crotch and didn't dare look away in case he missed something, her hands sliding up to rub at her big, bouncing breasts, squeezing them together and moaning as the silky material tingled her nipples.
"Do you want to touch me?" she said seductively…
And did it even need to be asked? The answer was obvious… and he didn't bother to say it, reaching up and grabbing her hips once again, rubbing them before hooking his fingers into her bright yellow shorts and peeling them from her body.
"Mmmn…" she just kept dancing, smiling with a smug, triumphant look on her face. "…You can do-" she whispered, popping her hips for emphasis. "Whatever. You. Want." She said as he stood up, he grabbed her head, and pulled her into a hungry amateur kiss. She didn't even flinch, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him like they were lovers who were forced to spend YEARS apart. "Mmn! Mmn! More…" she moaned into his lips as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, her hands rubbing his back, "More. Use me." She gasped hungrily into his mouth. "Touch me." She moaned pleadingly as his hands slid down to her ass and grabbed her, two fistfuls of ass that seemed too big even for his big boy hands. "Yes!" she gasped between longing kisses. "More! More touch me…" he squeezed and fondled her soft, pliable ass like stress balls, sending a shudder through her body and moaning into his mouth. "MMgh! Yes…!" she pulled away, her tongue flicking the back of his teeth as she gasped. "I need to suck your fucking COCK…" she moaned desperately, feeling it throbbing against her crotch.
And she fucking meant it. She slid down his body with no resistance from him, pulling his pants down as his uncut 8-inch cock jerked free and poked against her beautiful face. She opened her mouth and happily took him into it. "Mmn!" moaning happily, squatting on her heels and bouncing her ass subtly as she began to throw her head up and down his shaft, his hand reaching down and grabbing her head, gripping her braid tightly. "Mmn! Mmn! SLURP! MMn…"
"Oh my GOD…" he gasped suddenly as her tongue slathered all over his throbbing meat, was it his imagination or was it vibrating?... it wasn't his imagination.
"Mmn! Mmn! Mmn! MMnngh!" she moaned hungrily on his dick, burying her face into his crotch. "Mmn!" her vibrating tongue sliding out to tickle his hairy nutsack. "Mmn!"
"Ugh! Uugh! This… OOOH!" he moaned, bucking his hips on her face, gasping desperately as pre-cum oozed into her throat. "AMAZING!" he shouted as she moaned loudly, closing her eyes, and swallowing his load. "Ugh! UGH!..." she greedily and easily swallowed his thick sperm. It was so warm… and so affirming. Her tongue stroked beneath his shaft, vibrating gently on it and encouraging him to release his load. "Ooh…" she opened her eyes once he finished, smiling up at him with his cock in her mouth as she slid slowly up his shaft.
"MMn…" she kissed his cock, again, and again… smiling up at him. "…I'm so turned on right now." She said softly, in a horny whisper that made HIS cock vibrate, her fingers sliding into her thong, rubbing her pussy. "…Do you want to fuck me? Hard? Please? Please fuck me hard…" she said, smiling mischievously, his cock twitching on her face. "…It's no fun unless we FUCK." She declared as he groaned. "HARD." She added as his cock throbbed to life.
"Get up." He said firmly as she chuckled and stood up, "Show me that ass…" he said as she turned around and peeled her thong out of her ass… it dropped to the floor, and she suddenly walked away. He curiously watched her only for her to SWING the curtain back open and press her big tits to the glass. "What are you doing?!" he asked nervously as she shook her hips behind her, shaking her tantalizing PAWG ass for him as she smiled…
"I want you to fuck me." Her hands sank into her ass, and she spread herself for him, showing the waterfall of pussy juice oozing down her thick thighs. "Fuck me as hard as you want… and I don't care if anyone sees you do it." She let go of her ass cheeks, letting them wobble shut, clapping softly before spreading herself again. "Just use me." She begged longingly, "Use my body. Jerk off on me. Fuck me. Watch me masturbate. I don't care… please. Hurry, I need you…" she moaned encouragingly.
And FUCK it was hard to say no to her.
He loomed up behind her, no longer concerned with someone seeing them; it's not like there was anyone around anyway, right? Besides… he needed to fuck her. That was that… he spread her ass himself, "Oh yes. OOH!!" gasping as he slid into her body with one thrust, slamming against her pawg ass, her tits bulging against the glass. "Oh! It feels so good in my PUSSY…" she hissed with a whimpering whine as he began pumping into her. "Oh YEAH…" she shivered encouragingly, as he smacked her ass lightly. "Oh! More…" she cooed devilishly, glancing at him. "MORE… smack my ass!" he did it again. "HARDER." She growled, "OH!" shivering as his hand echoed a clap around the room with her booty, thrusting into her, bouncing her big breasts off the glass. "Oh! YES! MORE! PLEASE! OH!" gasping as his hand slapped her ass again and again, "YES! USE MY BODY!"
She came. She came HARD, tongue lolling and licking the glass whorishly as she clawed it with her fingers, "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!! FUCK! YES! OH! MORE!!" eyes rolling up into her head, her hard nipples nearly cutting through the glass as she bounced and jiggled from his thrusts. "Oh! Oh, you're so fucking good! OH, it's SO GOOD! MMMGH!!" he buried his cock into her pussy, pulling her from the glass so she was bent at a 90-degree angle, her tits bouncing under her now as he began pumping into her. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! MORE! MORE! GIVE ME THAT DICK!!"
"Ugh! Ugh! FUCK!! You-You're so tight! UGH!!" he gasped suddenly, "Fuck! It's like your pussy is a fucking vibrator!"
"YES!!" she gasped suddenly, shivering and shaking all over in orgasm as he jackhammered her ass harder, "MORE!" Faster! "OH! Oh! OH! OH! GOD! OH!!!!" she howled in orgasm again, her knees buckling as her ass danced behind her, gyrating and rolling against his thrusts as he buried his cock into her. "Oooh! Oh…" she cooed, shivering in orgasm as she felt his hot load spraying into her pussy. "Mmmn…" she smiled at him, "…Did it feel good?" she sensually purred as he panted heavily, balls deep in her pussy.
"That's… oh god…" he squeezed her ass as she wiggled her subtly. He fell onto her, hands hooking onto her breasts and squeezing them fondly. "You're… It's like you're vibrating around my cock." He said as she smiled.
"It's thriving around your wonderful dick…" she purred, "…Want some more?" she cooed as he finally pulled out of her body, grabbing her braid and gently pulling her upright and leading her to a set of stairs behind the living room couch. "Mmn…" he swatted her ass up the steps, leading her to the second-floor bedroom, complete with a balcony viewing the ocean. "Mmn…" she moaned, his hands cupping her big tits and kissing her neck as she wiggled her ass on his cock.
"Your mouth felt so good. I want some more."
"Oh yes…" she chuckled as he pulled away and sat on the bed, spreading his legs. She immediately got onto her knees, opened her mouth, and started sucking him off again. "Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!"
"Ugh…" he gazed at her ass subtly twerking on her booted feet, her eyes gazing up at him unblinkingly as she twisted her head and lips around his cock with her deep-throated movements, fondling his sack with vibrating hands as he held her braid. "…I love your mouth…" he declared as she giggled appreciatively, shaking her ass more noticeably as he clenched his teeth and enjoyed her oral skills, her vibrating tongue dancing on his cock as his pre-cum eagerly spurted into her mouth. "AH…" he pulled her lips off his cock, and she cooed and kissed his quivering tip. He clenched his teeth as his length shivered on her kissy lips. Then he said the six magic words of the hour.
"…I want to fuck your ass."
She smiled up at him, gave his cock one last kiss before crawling onto the bed. He was going to take her from behind, but suddenly she rolled over onto her back, swinging her legs flexibly apart, and hooking her arms around them, pulling them open and exposing her soft puckered asshole, already gasping in excitement as he turned around and pushed his cock against her ass.
"I want you to fuck my ass." She said, licking her lips and gazing at him invitingly with powerful 'fuck me' bedroom eyes. "Fuck you're cock is so GOOD…" she moaned happily as he pushed it inside her, "Oh… Oh! Oooh." She grunted softly as he began pumping in and out of her, dropping onto her and squeezing her breasts as he bucked his hips into her ass again and again, sliding in and out of her quivering, and vibrating hole. "Yes. YES…" she hissed in his ear, low seductive purrs as he kept thrusting into her PAWG ass and squeezing her big breasts. "I love it. I love it in the ASS…" she giggled teasingly, licking his ear as she tightened up around his pulsating member. His hips speeding up, feeling her insides trembling around him. "Yes! Yes! YES. MORE… UGH!!" she climaxed, gasping and shivering wildly under him as he buried his cock into her body. "Oooh. OOOH…" she wrapped her arms around his head.
Which was currently on her shoulder, screaming his orgasm into the mattress as he busted a nut up her ass. "MMgh!!"
She licked and kissed his cheek, "Good. So GOOD… that's it. Just fuck it. Use it. Fill it with your cum." Her shapely legs folded around him, rubbing at his lower body and cooing as he bucked his hips against her one last time before pulling off her, rolling onto his side as she cooed happily. She rubbed her clit, licking her lips hungrily as she slowly sat up. "I want some more…" she whined softly, taking him by the hand and pulling him off the bed as he got to his feet.
"No way…" he said uncertainly as she pulled him to the sliding door of the balcony, "I can't…" but she opened the door and pulled him towards the lounge chair, shoving him onto it as he gazed at her body in the moonlight. She squeezed her big breasts, bending her knees and opening her mouth, running his cock on her lips as it twitched.
"But it feels SO GOOD…" she moaned, as his cock twitched in her hands, her fingers rubbing up and down his cock as she licked and kissed, fuck her vibrating body… FUCK her vibrating body. His cock ordered him to do it, getting hard under her attention as she licked his glans and stood up, she swung her legs over him, lining his cock up with her pussy and sliding him slowly inside her. "Mmn!" Her head rolled back on her neck as she took all of him into her body once again, her flesh molding against his as she rolled her hips on his lap, resting her hands behind her head, the cold Gotham sea breeze on her skin. She raised herself on her knees and slammed down with gravity and booty. "AAAH!!" she howled her pleasure, riding him fast and hard as his hands reached up to her bouncing, springy breasts and squeezed. "Mmgh! Mmn! Ah! AH!!"
Her voice echoed into the night, but it only made her hotter. For the both of them… Her hips rolling erotically on his lap, dancing, squeezing, and vibrating on his cock as her ass cheeks clenched and wobbled. "Oh fuck yes! Oh FUCK YES!!" she chanted softly, "Smack my ass! Squeeze my tits! Look at me!" she moaned as he smacked her ass cheeks with both hands, "Ah. Yes! OH!" moaning longingly as she gazed into his eyes. "Burn my body into your brain…" she whispered, bouncing faster and faster, "I want you to think of me every time you jerk off…" she licked her lips, feeling his cock pulsating inside her, his teeth clenching, bucking up into her body as he got closer and closer. "Remember how good I made you feel!" she slammed down onto him, "Oh! YES…" shivering in orgasm before suddenly throwing herself off his body, getting onto her knees, and closing her eyes, aiming his cock at her face just in time for him to lose control and spray her beautiful face with his cum.
"God…" she moaned happily, "…I LOVE being a fucking WHORE." She purred in a soft whisper, getting a final rope out of him as she cooed, licking his spent dick, kissing it, and standing up again, facing the ocean and the sea breeze on her face… the scent of cum wafting into her nose as he panted exhaustedly on the lounge chair. She enjoyed the moment, tits and ass free in the open air as he groaned and sat up… turning to head inside. "Hey." She said as he hesitated and she smiled at him, shaking her hips slowly.
"…Smack my ass and tell me I'm a good fuck…" she said playfully, but with a seductive purr, "Otherwise how am I going to know?" he hesitated briefly, but turned back to her and swung his hand firmly onto her ass; it rippled fondly. "Mmn…" she moaned happily as the sound of a good job echoed over the crashing waves.
"You are an amazing fuck…" she giggled as he smacked her ass again. "…Want to get cleaned up?"
"You can go first." She said, shivering slightly. "I want to enjoy the moment…" she said playfully, her body vibrating in pleasure as he simply shrugged and entered the bedroom, heading to the bathroom. She glanced out at the ocean, proudly smiling… her hands didn't vibrate at all.
He only spent a few minutes in the shower; she, on the other hand, had much more to clean up… not to mention having him nut on her face got cum in her hair, so she had to undo her braid and clean that. No harm done, but somewhat annoying.
Naked, she finished putting her hair in a ponytail, before tugging the mask back on, and grabbing her boots, she jiggled down the stairs as he ate his chili cheese Flash Fries… slightly microwaved. Putting her clothes back on, finishing with her yellow shorts, she stuffed her ass into them and smiled at him.
"Alright. Now's the part where you pay me." She said casually as he stood up, reaching into his pocket and producing a wad of folded cash. He approached her as she took it. "…Hold it." She smirked and, leaning forward, she licked the chili from the corner of his lips. "Mmn…" she licked her lips. "…Who are you going to order the next time you want your balls drained?"
He chuckled, "Oh, you. Definitely… next time I'm in Gotham." He smacked her ass, but she didn't even flinch, just smirked.
"Good." She said proudly, before turning around and strutting out of the cabin, her thick PAWG ass popping as she slid the door behind her and went back to the car. Her body was vibrating and she was all a quiver…
The RUSH she felt was indescribable.
Time: 11:34 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Flash walked in the back door.
"Congratulations!!" cheered the girls as she glanced up at the 'Happy first time' banner, held up by Ronnie-Bell and Grace. Flash chuckled and put the money on Orders' counter as the purple-eyed boss, mostly unaffected by the cheering tradition, eyed her curiously, sorted it out, and handed Flash's cut back to her. "Nikita. My Office." Orders said as the blonde raised an eyebrow, but headed behind Orders and into her office. "Grace. Answer the phones for a moment."
Nikita stood uncertainly in Orders office as the purple-eyed woman ordered her to, "Take a seat." After shutting the door. She sat in the chair across from Orders' desk. "Any issues?" she asked as Nikita hesitated.
"I didn't hear any complaints." She said and jumped slightly as Orders grabbed her blonde hair. "Hey-" but was surprised to find Orders braiding it for her.
"I mean about your control." Orders replied as Nikita rolled her green eyes.
"…I got it under control." She said, "Besides… all that happens is I vibrate and AGAIN." She glanced up at Orders, who was surprisingly VERY good at braiding hair. "I didn't hear any complaints." Orders finished the braid, before walking around the desk, opening the top drawer, and producing a contract. "What's this?"
"A meta waiver. You qualify." Orders replied, "We're not responsible if something happens." And of course, by 'we' she mostly means HER… but Nikita rolled her eyes again. "Sign it." Orders said as Nikita took the paper, read over it briefly, found nothing wrong with it, before writing her name at the bottom. 'Nikita Coleman' and initial. She pushed the contract back towards Orders, who took it and put it back in the drawer.
"You get a 30-minute break. Or until I tell you to get to work." Orders said calmly as Nikita raised an eyebrow at that, and stood up. "And if you want to move out of that ratnest apartment you live in." she added, following her out. "Let me know."
"Why? Are you offering me to live with you?" she joked as Orders glowered at her. "…Because I wouldn't mind-"
"I have a place for girls who are having troubled living arrangements." Orders replied crisply.
"I'm fine for now." She replied with a handwave as Orders sat down at her counter and brushed away some confetti.
"Yes, I'm sure you are." She noted as Nikita walked over to the pool table and grabbed the cue that said 'Gracie' on it. "This one yours?" she joked to Grace, who only chuckled as she sat down to eat a light snack of chili cheese Flash fries.
"No, it's a long story." She said, but paused. "Actually, it's a short one, one of many. I'm sure you'll make plenty of your own, Nikki." She replied jokingly as Nikita racked the balls, bending over and wiggling her thick pawg ass, perfect for smacking and clapping.
"…I bet I will." She said smugly, before hitting the cue ball.
CRACK!
End
I tried. I tried so very hard not to... and I failed. Failed SPECTACULARLY... And now we have Nikita 'Nikki' Coleman. Who is based on Jessie Quick, but is called Flash, I'm sure that won't cause any confusion... I needed a blonde booty girl, considering all the other ones are Titty centric, even Brielle, who, while having Stripper booty, is more known for the big fake titties.
Nikita's Short will be up momentarily.
Sidenote: I'm very aware this isn't the Two for One. I only recently came to a decision on that, and this was unfortunately occupying my brain. I'll get on it as soon as I can.