MtK update

Tracey’s persistent mouthing of her breasts drove Selina wild. Waves of pleasure covered her body like sweat, singing her mind into delirious acceptance of everything. No matter how perverted it was.

“Ohh YESSS!” A small but vivid murmur flew from Selina’s lips.

“Good, good,” Bruce moaned, rubbing his throbbing erection. “Show me which one of you wants to eat pussy more.”

Though they obeyed him, moving together to the bed, it seemed almost coincidental. Bruce did not think they remembered he was in the room while they had each other’s naked bodies to occupy them.

Selina dropped onto the bed and Tracey covered the cat burglar’s body with her own, one’s wet pussy meeting the other, their firm breasts pressing together sensually tight.

Bruce’s breathing quickened. It was not acting. For all his faults, Oswald Cobblepot had a taste for beauty—Tracey had bodily perfection to match that of Selina’s. And if Catwoman nearly overwhelmed him, it seemed impossible to resist the drive to cross the room and take the combination of her and another equally sexual vixen. But the impulse to watch them fuck was even more overpowering.

“Go on,” he urged them, his impatience barely feigned. “You show me how horny you are and then I’ll show you how horny I am.”

Obligingly, Tracey’s hand moved down over Selina’s toned body until it came to where her legs parted. Through Selina’s pubic thatch, her sex throbbed, a beating rush that thrilled to Tracey’s touch.

Tracey slid her hand between Selina’s thighs and they snapped together, trapping her touch against Selina’s throbbing snatch. Then Selina cried out loudly, vocalizing her approval of Tracey’s fingers invading her sopping wet pussy. Tracey’s fingers moved high, touching the uppermost reaches of Selina’s recess, and there she stroked and petted. Stimulating Selina’s receptive G-spot.

“Aaahhh!” Selina cried out. “OHHH! More, please, I want more!”

“Sensitive, isn’t she?” Bruce intoned, his cool voice belying the thundering beat of his heart. Without being touched, he felt the same excitement rushing through the two loving women. “Keep going, Tracey. Make her scream.”

His hand made a rhythmic trip up and down the bulge in his trousers, sating his steadily hardening prick. Though he knew he could only whet his appetite for so long. When his hunger grew beyond being self-satisfied, he’d make the women’s current lovemaking seem like a summer breeze beside a hurricane.

Tracy slid three fingers into Selina’s pussy, back out of them, the rhythm only growing faster. Selina writhed passionately and Tracey breathed hard, body tensed as Selina responded with ever more moans and undulations. It was like she was trying to withstand the sensations Tracey was inflicting on her, but her forbearance kept getting more and more strained.

Then, all at once, she snapped. Selina thrashed uncontrollably, kicking and stomping her legs before throwing them around Tracey’s slender waist, tightening her grip, pulling herself close to Tracey and getting more of her pistoning fingers in the bargain.

The brunette was wide-open, groaning and slithering into the electric contact that Tracey kept favoring her with. Her cunt was full of longing—one big throb of desire. She needed to come. She’d die if she didn’t.

Her lips sought out Tracey’s and she pushed the kiss to the point of smothering, her tongue filling Tracey’s mouth as if to return the favor Tracey’s fingers were doing between her legs. Selina’s shaggy mane whipped about in the air as she rolled on top of Tracey, settling against her scalp in sweaty ringlets that marked the flushed skin below her hairline like streaks of oil, runny mascara.

The look of dishevelment was still heavenly on her; the way her body felt against Tracey’s was absolutely wild. It brought out all the sexual desire that could be produced, not only in the women, but in Bruce as he watched.

“That’s it,” he hissed, darkly gleeful at the sight of them giving in to the urges that burned hotter and hotter inside them. “Fuck each other like good little dykes. Get yourselves ready for my cock. I’m going to show you what sex really is.”

It wasn’t just that Tracey was excited—it was that she was caught up in Selina’s exhilaration. It was hard to think of anything but Selina’s naked body and what it was doing, but Bruce’s gaze was like a hot coal piled on Tracey’s bare skin. She couldn’t forget it no matter how great the pleasure grew.

She could sense the game Ms. Kyle was playing with Bruce. For the moment, it was like he was the butt of the joke. And then, there was the anticipation of what he’d do to them if he really carried out all his threatening innuendo.

Furiously, she pressed herself to Selina’s writhing body, rubbing against it as potently as the cat burglar was doing to her. Her sex was on fire, lips and tongue burning as they met Selina’s.

“That’s it. Fuck. Fuck,” Bruce ordered, her voice dropping low, becoming as harsh and as authoritative as the Batman’s.

Tracey was used to roars of lust, but she found herself responding far more readily to Bruce’s threateningly quiet whisper. She felt like she was in danger—a thrilling, electric risk.

The women’s legs flailed as best they could while intertwining and tightening together. Selina thrust herself against Tracey’s pussy, her cunt getting wetter and wetter as it stroked Tracey’s own hot slit.

“It’s heaven, Tracey!” Selina keened. “Your pussy against mine is so fucking sweet!”

Tracey rolled back on top of Selina, now taking up the rhythm herself. She flung her heated flesh against Selina’s until it seemed impossible for either of them to get any hotter.

“OOOHH! MMM!” Tracey cooed into Selina’s ear, burying her face in the wild black hair. It was just as heavenly for Tracey, keeping her hand between their bodies, stimulating her own cunt as she fingered Selina’s.

Bruce watched their bodies roll and heave together, riding the same sinuous motion like a boat on top of a wave. He felt he was losing control of the situation—that they were enjoying themselves too much to carry out the plan he’d come in here with.

It was obvious that Tracey was as ready as she would ever be. Which meant now was the time to show her how ready he was.

Cracking a quick kink out of his neck, he stripped off his clothes and approached the bed, keeping a wary eye on the entwined beauties. His enormous cock stuck straight out, like an arrow pointed at their joined bodies. He gave it a last pump with his hand just to prime it, being sure that he wouldn’t go off the moment its anticipation was translated into action.

He was so close that he saw the thin trickle of feminine juice running from between Tracey’s gently trembling labia lips. Her moans and Selina’s squeals nearly annoyed him with their loudness, but Bruce found himself too enthralled to interfere.

“Shit,” he breathed, acknowledging that in all his years, and some impressive sexual conquests, he’d never seen such wanton sensuality as this. Selina was an absolute vixen, uninhibited and wild. Tracey was, if anything, even worse. Or maybe better.

Selina had a strength of will that gave her a domineering method when it came to sex. Tracey, he thought, would prove far more pliant.

Bruce watched, his eyes the barest slits, his hand pumping his erection, his arousal teetering at the edge of fulfillment. He forced his heart to quiet, his blood to slow despite the stimulation. If he wasn’t able to withstand his own hand, he’d hardly be able to give these two women the treatment that the mission required.

Selina started howling and grimacing—a sweaty, blushing mess beneath Tracey’s services. “Oh! OHHH! Yes, Tracey, YES!” Selina lifted her sex up high, engulfing Tracey’s hand, filling herself as her orgasm trembled through her burning folds. “I’m coming! COMMIIINNNGGG!”

“Yeah!” Tracey echoed, bucking on top of her lover, feeling Selina’s inner muscles stir along her stroking fingers in a voluptuous dance. “COME, YOU BITCH, YES!”

***

Bruce waited, patient but in an ecstasy of yearning, for them to stir out of their sated exhaustion. When Selina finally opened her jade eyes again, the first thing she saw was his prick aimed right at her face.

“This is what you belong to,” he told her, his voice the deathly rasp of the Dark Knight even when he was naked from head to toe.

Taking Selina by her tousled hair, he pulled her from the bed and got her down on her knees in front of him.

“You know you’re not satisfied yet,” he said. “Show me. Show me how hungry that orgasm made you for more.”

Selina winced as he pulled her hair, her lips opening in pain, and then her mouth was suddenly stuffed with his overeager cock. She tried instinctively to pull away from the suffocating assault, but Bruce held her tight. He gave her a bare moment to calm herself before his hips tolled back and forth, sending his cock in and out of her mouth whether it was ready or not. She gagged, but she took his oral fucking.

“Suck on it,” he told Selina, shaking her by the hair. Not to force her compliance, but because he knew the charge she got out of dominance. For all her willfulness, Catwoman liked having the opportunity to submit. “Go on, you horny little slut, be my cock-holster.”

Smiling at her lack of choice, Selina blew him. She sucked his cock while he delivered it far into her mouth, down into her throat. Her tongue licked wetly at his shaft. Bruce groaned, straining with the effort to keep his cock moving in and out instead of staying put, allowing Selina’s attention to linger on any one pleasured part of it.

With his right hand tight in her hair, Bruce brought the left down to wrap around her throat. He held Selina nice and tight, barely letting her move even as he jockeyed her head back and forth. Making her meet the pistoning stroke of his cock. He wasn’t just fucking her face; he was making her fuck his cock.

Selina sucked as hard as she could, intimidated despite her complete trust in Bruce. Maybe that was why she was so intensely excited. There was a pleasure to being made to do something that could even eclipse doing what she wanted. Which was, of course, knowing that she’d made Bruce do what he was currently doing to her.