I Am Listening (Blue)

When Dick visited the Clocktower, Barbara was usually at her computer. Seated in her wheelchair like a throne, only she was inevitably facing away from him, with the big bank of computers that took up her east wall occupying the whole of her attention. He’d try to sneak through her alarm system and she’d still notice him ten feet away, because though her sensors could be beaten, she couldn’t.

Now, though, Barbara was in the middle of the room, using her VR system, Delphi. She had the goggles strapped to her pretty head and AR gloves on her hands, gesturing in the air as she manipulated whatever bits of information had caught her notice. And her system hadn’t picked him up.

To Dick, it was a golden opportunity.

He disrobed quickly, quietly. He didn’t consider himself a playboy, but it was still a skill he’d gotten pretty good at.

Barbara was dressed simply, but that just gave her natural grace and elegance more room to shine through. She wore a green blouse with a little latticework at the front of the collar, showing off her clavicle. No real cleavage, though the glimpse of her creamy skin was tantalizing enough. Still, the firm flesh of her hidden breasts pressed through the fabric, while the slacks she wore adhered tightly to her thick thighs before wrinkling along her slender legs. Her groin was hidden in the shadows of her tightly pressed thighs and gesturing hands; even though Dick knew there was nothing to see, not yet, having it concealed from view brought his ardor up.

Everything about what Dick was doing and what he was about to do turned him on, as did Barbara. He stared at her, desiring those green eyes that were currently secreted away by her goggles, and stroking himself to hardness as he remembered the feel of her gaze on his body.

It was no wonder Barbara had become such a voyeur. Anyone would love to be an exhibitionist for her.

Standing before her, Dick momentarily took pleasure on how thoroughly he’d one-upped his girlfriend. She still had no idea he was there. It almost made him want to jerk himself to completion, only letting her know he was with her when he came on her blouse.

But then, that blouse looked too good on her to go to Goodwill, or whatever charity took clothes with cum stains on them. He picked up his right foot and set it on the armrest of Barbara’s wheelchair, looming over her like Captain Morgan.

Now Barbara noticed him. She lifted up her VR goggles in time to see his cock slide across her cheek, making her flinch. But when she started to pull away, she felt one of his strong hands behind her head, blocking any movement away from the erection in her face.

Barbara clamped her jaws shut and said between her teeth: “Dick—“

“Yes, it is,” he said, pushing his wet cockhead into her closed mouth, smearing her lips with precum. It was kinda a lame line, but Dick felt entitled to use it after years of growing up with the first name he had. Besides, he felt like his prick pretty much said it all anyway.

Barbara opened her lips to the sticky pressure, but only to explain the situation to him, tell him that this wasn’t just her freeing up disk space, she was doing important work—

Instead, she got his slippery knob pushed between her lips. Gagging at the sudden strong taste, Barbara tried to pull herself off her impalement, but Dick flexed his arm and easily held her in place, forcing her to take his member. The taste was pungent, musky and salty, as sour as it was sweet—and as stimulating as ever.

It tasted of her own cunt, Barbara knew; it hadn’t been so long since the last time Dick had been inside her. As Batgirl, she’d been so flexible that she’d actually been able to bend down and lick her own pussy—enjoying giving cunnilingus and getting it at the same time. Now she tasted that again: her tongue remembered the flavor left on Dick’s manhood by her wetly convulsing sex.

Barbara couldn’t say anything, only moan her shock at the taste and feel of his cock stuffed into her mouth—literally stuffed over her cringing tongue and along the roof of her mouth until she felt slightly strangled with his glans touching her mouth. She liked it, liked everything about it, but wished she could tell Dick what he’d interrupted.

Without her VR goggles, though, she couldn’t even see the GUI. She lifted her hands to make the emergency shutdown gesture, which she knew from memory, but Dick grabbed her by the wrists and pushed her hands down to her armrests. Her right hand he held down, while her left hand he stepped on, using the arm that would’ve controlled it to grab Barbara by the hair as she attempted to withdraw her face from his impaling cock.

“Don’t fight it,” Dick said, pulling her head firmly into his lap. “We both know how much you like it rough and how you’d love to spend time with me, it’s just not convenient. Well, I’m making time. I’m making you. And if you want me to stop so you can get back to whatever oh-so-important work you were doing, you’d just better make me come. Now, Babs—make me come.”

***

“Ggllhg! Auullh! Ooaahgh!”

Dinah and Helena listened to Barbara’s words… if they could be called that… over their earpieces. Dinah’s eyes were wide. Helena wore an embarrassed grin, then bit her lip.

It’d been hours since they’d started their stakeout. If the target, Drevan, ever got there, it would take both of them to bring him in, so they couldn’t just plant a camera or even wait up on the rooftops in shifts. It had to be both of them, spending the night in full costume… doing absolutely nothing.

For Helena, knowing how good she looked in costume and easily able to see how nice Dinah filled out her own fishnets, it seemed like a perfect waste. No criminals being brought in, no fun being had, just a long, boring wait.

Barbara tried to keep their morale up, bantering with them while she attended to her other techhead duties, but she was still Barbara. She liked being shut up in her Clocktower, multitasking between her Justice League tech support and her homework and her social media. Helena felt like she was slowly decaying.

It only made her feel a little better that Dinah was suffering the same fate, and Barbara too, even if the redhead was boring enough to kinda like it. Then she heard that sudden gagging, sputtering, stretching noise and knew that at least one of them was having an interesting night.

Dinah didn’t want to admit it. She spoke like that voice of hers had a second superpower and she could wish the universe into not really making the sound she thought she was hearing. “Is she giving Dick a blowjob?” she asked.

“Giving? Hell, it sounds like she’s getting her face fucked.” Helena cupped a hand to her earpiece to better direct her words to Barbara, who had to be listening, even with Dick literally down her throat. After all, if they were hearing Babs’ transmission, she must be hearing theirs. “Is that what’s happening, Oracle? Are you getting throated right now, while we listen to you, you dirty girl—”

“Jesus, Hel!” Dinah barked, putting enough of her Canary Cry into it to make the motes of dust in the air jitter away from her in all directions.

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain!” Helena snapped back at her.

“Don’t say our boss is getting face-fucked!”

“Well, she is!” Helena grinned, easily able to imagine the other side of the radio transmission from her own experience with Dick. “God, and Dick has the equipment for it too. Even I didn’t deep-throat him; worried he’d fuck my last meal. But it sounds like Barbara has him shoved right down to yesterday’s Chinese food.”

“Okay, that’s it.” Dinah pulled out her earpiece, leaving it dangling by its wire down to her cheek. “I’m not listening anymore.”

“Alright,” Helena replied, whirling around with a sweep of her cape that showed off the press of her costume up between the mounds of her buttocks. She felt hot and she didn’t mind showing Dinah that. “I’ll tell you if you missed anything.”

“Huntress,” Dinah said warningly; her team leader voice.

“What?” Helena asked innocently, flouncing away. “You want us to go off-comms for the rest of the night? What if Oracle needs to tell us something?”

Dinah snarled, clearly hating to admit that Helena had a point.

“Like whether Dick eats pineapple or not,” Helena quipped, leaping off the rooftop and onto the fire escape below. Now with privacy both from the city streets and from Dinah, she turned up the volume on her earpiece to catch every last inch of what Barbara was transmitting…

***

Dick backed his cock out of Barbara’s throat and she moaned in relief. He petted her hair, enjoying her obeisance. “Lick it, Barbara. Take your tongue and lick all over my cockhead. Lap it good, lick up all my precum, taste it before I fill your mouth with it.”

Barbara obeyed. It got to her: the strain of giving orders, of making constant decisions, the weight of responsibility. It felt good to let that slip away from her and simply do as she was told. And it was easy for her to grow interested in the flavor and size of Dick’s manhood, exploring it with her tasting tongue.

When she found the little slit of his glanshole, she pushed the tip of her tongue against it. She wanted to lift her hands to his balls and play with more of his pulsing member, but Dick held her hands down. Even when she was doing what he said, he still made her remember that he was in control.

“Now take some more of it,” Dick said, while Barbara’s eyes stared at the unruly pubic hair surrounding the base of his cock, its wildness trying and failing to obscure the sweep of his chiseled musculature. “Suck on it just like a lollipop. Oh yeah, Babs! That’s good, that’s real good!”

Barbara surrendered now, becoming eager and quivering with the fantastic lust Dick instilled in her. She simply loved his cock, whether he was giving it to her pussy or to her mouth. Nothing existed for her but the big prick between her lips and all the kinky ways she was servicing it. But Barbara didn’t feel naughty or like she was doing anything taboo. It all felt natural, lovely, and she feasted on his cock like it was the most tender piece of meat she’d ever been fed.

Dick held her head paradoxically gently between his hands, pumping into her mouth with barely restrained violence, fucking his way to the gags and gurgles she made as if those noises were what he craved. His hairy balls swung against her chin with almost every thrust he gave her, even though he wasn’t nearly hilting himself in her throat.

Though Barbara wished he would. The more of his delicious prick that she could get, the better. She would’ve liked to be sucking on it from her lips to however far it could go into her belly.

She obeyed the instructions of his hands and the mute demands of his swollen endowment, moving her head easily with his pulsing arousal. She sucked and pushed with her tongue, then her teeth gnawed lightly and she rolled his bulging knob against the roof of her mouth. Barbara played around with touch and pressure, gave Dick both potent suction and an insistent siphoning of his flowing precum.

She didn’t quite remember why it was so important that she make Dick come, only that she had to—she really, really had to.

Dick rutted into her face slowly, even with all the strength he brought to bear on fucking so much of her throat. He panted, almost on top of her, his body bearing down on hers, bending Barbara against the back of her chair and pinning her where she sat in it. Between her deadened legs and his smooth control of her upper body, Barbara was like a ragdoll to Dick.

“God, Babs, that’s good, that’s GREAT! I know I said you loved my cock, but it always surprises me just how much you enjoy having it in your mouth. You’re a natural… a born cocksucker! AHH! And a greedy little bitch! Take it, bitch! Take it and suck it and get my cum! I… I… hhhgg!”

Barbara realized, with the impact of a crashing truck, that he was going to come. She’d brought him right to the cusp of release and he was going to spurt his load right into her mouth.