MtK update

Jason bent her arms down and behind her with ease. The new arch in her back thrust her breasts out. She felt the hard bulge of his need for her and before she knew it, he had her touching it, feeling the throbbing desire that swelled out all his inches.

“That’s it,” Jason groaned as she felt out the real thing, not a dildo, not a sex toy. “It’s only going to get harder.”

As she kept disbelievingly fondling it, he played with her breasts again. Only a little pinching, a little pulling, and fire raced through her.

Jason turned her towards a mirror in the corner. She saw his bronze fingers on her pale breasts, making them flush red, the residue of his caresses. Her nipples jutted out and he rolled them between his thumbs and forefingers—they ached and burned and wanted to be touched more.

Next, Jason bared his teeth, biting into the side of Kate’s throat. She moaned. The more she felt of his cock, the bigger it seemed. Maybe it really was eight inches. She touched it, up and down, up and down, sliding his foreskin over the steely center of it.

Her lust didn’t go anywhere when he let go of her breasts. Kate leaned against him, pumping on his erection, and let him slide his hands down her trim stomach to the rest of her costume. His fingers slid into her bottoms, into her panties, and they discovered her cunt with a swoon of pleasure—Kate could barely keep from moaning.

Her legs opened. Her knees bent. He entered her with his fingers, found her clit, and forced a heated gasp from her. Kate rolled her hips, unable to keep them from the fucking motion. She fondled his prick, trying at least to give as good as she was getting. Her hands shaking, she unzipped his fly, got a hand inside, and worked his hard, slick length directly.

“Yeah,” Jason groaned. “Jerk me off. Make me big and hard. I’m going to put it all in you, Kate. You’re going to be one well-fucked Batwoman before you get my cum.”

“Shit,” Kate panted, unable to stop, to think of something better. She was on fire and all she could do was keep being on fire, with Jason fanning the flames like he wanted nothing more for her to be out of control. “I should gag you.”

“I think we’ve already established I don’t need your kinks to get you off.”

She knew it was wrong, knew she was risking everything on the most dangerous lover she could possibly choose. No one who knew them could think this was a good idea. There could be no conceivable reason for going through with it except the orgasm she already felt swelling within her. The first of many. Jason was exactly the sort of troublemaker who wouldn’t just knock her up, he’d make her enjoy it. How could Kate resist?

“Now get down on your knees,” Jason grunted. “Before we’re done, I’m going to teach you how to suck down a cock like mine. You don’t get Jason Todd making you a MILF without knowing how to give a blowjob.”

“’Jason Todd’ know a lot about sucking down cock?” Kate quipped, only for him to shove her to her knees.

Her breasts jiggled with the drop. Tauntingly, Jason reached down and gave them a slap. Kate’s lips parted, breath heaving at the exhilarating indignity.

“Not bad,” he pronounced. “A little on the small side. I’m surprised you never sprang for implants. But I suppose a Jew would be tight with money.”

“Fuck you,” she blurted out.

Another slap, jostling her tits the other direction. “Foreplay first. Be considerate,” Jason teased, coming in front of her and standing there with his stiff cock leveled at her face. “You’re not leaving my place without finding out what dick tastes like.”

“Are you just going to describe it to me or did you write some poet—”

Jason seized her cowl by the horns and shoved himself into her mouth before she could be any more clever. With one hand holding her down on the choking intrusion, the other grabbed her hair and gave her scalp a painful pull.

“You wanna stop gagging on that dick? Start sucking. Shouldn’t be that hard. You’re dating Montoya and Sawyer, right? They’ve been in here a few times. Can’t keep their hands off each other. It’s a guarantee they’ll fuck up the ladies room; the only question is which of them is wearing the strap. Straps I’m sure you’ve had down your throat at one time or another. At least mine doesn’t taste like plastic.”

He was right. Kate was inflamed by his goading words, but the only place she could put all that fire was in becoming exactly the sexual supplicant he wanted her to be, trying to steal away his vaunted control by mouthing his prick.

But if she thought she could shame him with a premature ejaculation, she was mistaken. She used her tongue to probe his foreskin and tease inside his glanshole, but all she got was the slow seething of his shaft.

“Suck it,” Jason purred, his hands petting her hair gently now. At least he was gracious in victory. “Suck.” He gripped her head firmly, sure not to let her retreat too far as she bobbed her head on his member.

Kate took hold of his throbbing balls in her cool gloves, knowing they held enough cum inside to breed her many times over. She tasted another woman on Jason’s length, the tart flavoring that could only have been there from a girl coming all over his cock. How long ago had it been that he’d rutted that anonymous slut? Hours? Minutes? Christ, perhaps it was more than one, a threesome. An orgy.

She told herself she liked the taste, not just Jason’s dick.

Kate turned her head this way and that, carefully sucking him from every angle, applying her tongue to every bristling inch. The helmet grew and thrust out for its sheath even more, like a snake crawling towards her throat.

“Suck,” Jason repeated, his voice a groan. He patted her on the head condescendingly. “Not so hard, is it? Like this is what your mouth was made for.”

She pressed the soft foreskin back with her lips, feeling hot blood inside his engorged veins seething against her teeth. She could see them where his length emerged from his mouth—blue arteries chaining up his shaft.

Kate didn’t know why she was wet. It couldn’t be because she knew that everything she was sucking on would soon be ravishing her.

“Oh yeahh,” Jason growled, smiling at the feel of her tongue scouring his manhood. “After I come in you, we’re gonna do this again. You’re going to clean your cunt right off me, baby. Make sure I’m spic and span for the next little lezbo I convert.”

His fingers tangled in her hair and his hips jumped, ramming himself to the back of her throat. His nose was still inches from his pubic hair, her jaw crammed full by the bulk of his erection. Kate could feel her folds steaming at the thought of him ramming this way into the sensitive walls of her cunt.

It wouldn’t be much longer. He would come if she kept sucking him like this, he had to. And Jason wouldn’t allow that. He’d fuck her instead… pound her with that big cock like it was a hammer coming down on an obstinate nail.

“Ooohh, you’re one good dyke!” Jason moaned. “One dyke who knows how to suck a guy off!”

Kate’s anger flared. She sank her teeth into his member.

“Aahhh!” Jason cried, pulling his boiling hard-on all the way out of her mouth. He was too turned on for it to diminish much, but he definitely favored it as he took a few steps back.

“I said you could come in me, not that I’d be some whore you could get off on abusing,” Kate warned, coming pridefully to her feet.

“Fuck, I thought you went in for dirty talk,” Jason said, looking down at his prick anxiously. “With Montoya and Sawyer, you must get it in stereo!”

“I do. And it really turns me on. But save all the bitch-slut-whore talk for your usual twenty-year-old bimbos. It doesn’t work on me. Sit down somewhere; we’re not doing this on the floor.”

Muttering to himself, Jason had a seat behind his desk. Kate put her foot up on his leg, then stooped over to grasp his cock. She stroked it until it’d regained the stiffness she’d robbed it off, standing up like a flagpole in an attempt to repel her gripping hand.

“Now,” she said firmly, “let’s see if you can actually fuck or if you’ve just got a big dick.”