Ladies of the Knight update

Grunting, sweating, Batman pressed his muscular chest down to hers, flattening her breasts under the cold, rough armor. He dug his clawing fingers into her flanks and held her hips up to his thrusts. Now he was fucking her as hard as he could, slamming himself into Ellen with a force she wasn’t sure she could take, but Batman knew instinctively that she would. Moreover, that she would love it.

“Unngghhhh! Oh, fuck, Batman! Yes, yessss, GHHH!”

“Do you like it, Commissioner? Like being my bitch?”

“Fuck me!” Ellen whimpered, flushing shamefully at her own submission. But she couldn’t stop her horny body from hurling her legs up around Bruce’s waist. With her thighs wrapped around him, she humped her groin to his like a needy animal, crying and squealing as she gave herself to his cock over and over again, in furious debauchery.

“Fuck me, Batman!” she gasped out. “UNHH! Make me come! Fuck my brains out! Fuck my wet little cunt!”

With a triumphant smile on his otherwise impassive face, Bruce fucked her even faster. His massive erection rammed deep into her gushing sex, seeming to pack her fuller with every thrust. Ellen writhed in open lust underneath him, beads of sweat dripping from her full breasts as she struggled to keep up with the pace he set.

“Harder, Batman! Fuck me, fuck the hell out of me!” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and tried to claw his back with her long nails, not caring what it did to her manicure, only that it let her do something for her part of the fuck other than moan. “UNH! UNH! UHHH! It feels so good! My cunt’s throbbing, Batman! Don’t stop, don’t stop, I need to come so baaaad!”

Bruce didn’t appear to have any concern for her needs. He barely seemed to be enjoying himself, though he couldn’t or wouldn’t hold back his pleased grunts at her tightness. He worked like a machine, slamming his swollen manhood into the sheath of her pussy like he could work at that same hard, even pace for hours. But for Ellen, it was devastating. They appeared like a study in contrasts, Bruce all control and Ellen a wild animal, unable to hide one iota of her reaction with him spearing all the way inside her with every thrust.

Her pussy spasmed, squeezing deliriously around the iron hardness of his manhood. Bruce forced himself through her clutching folds and the delicious heat of that fiction sank into Ellen, warming her loins, making her nipples ache and her pussy throb all around his driving prick.

“I’m coming!” Ellen’s hips thrust in a blur up to Batman, her nails dug into his cape as the tremors of her pleasure ripped through her body. “Fuck me, fuck me to death! UNNNHHH! Yes, Batman, give me that big goddamn prick! Fill me with it! Harder, harder! Unngggg, yes, shit, oh shit, I’m fucking COMING!”

Batman pumped into her savagely, keeping her as his cocksleeve all through her climax, making her take peak after peak of the ecstasy of being used. Then he pulled his erection from her dripping sex. With what little wits remained in her, Ellen thought how odd it was that he hadn’t come inside her. Until Batman got to his feet and stood over her, his massive phallus looming over her naked body.

“Okay, Commissioner,” he said in a deceptively soft voice. “Now it’s time to thank me for letting you be my bitch. Suck my cock. Suck my cock until I give you my cum.”

Ellen looked up, seeing the thick vein running down the underside of his member as it quivered over her face. Her cheeks were flushed, showing both the shame and desire she felt inside. But most of all, she felt helpless, a slave to however Batman wished to use her. And she loved it. It was like the less power she had, the harder she came.

Obediently, she got onto her knees before him, placing his trembling prick in front of her face. There, she stared at it hungrily, marveling that he could be so well-hung. The shaft was hard as steel, laced with blue veins, throbbing and jerking obscenely in the air, and freely dripping with the fluids from inside her cunt. The cockhead was fat like a club, its color a deep rose, and precum filled the slitted tip.

“Suck it, Commissioner. Suck the cum right out of it.”

Moaning at a volume beyond shame, Ellen wrapped her hand tightly around his swollen prick. She rubbed it hard, milking it of his oozing precum. Before the viscous droplet could detach from his tip, Ellen bent her head and lapped it up with her tongue. It tasted delicious: bittersweet, salty, spicy with its feverish heat.

Ellen pressed her lips to Batman’s knob and kissed it lovingly, her ardor for his taste unmistakable. As she kissed it, she breathed in, inhaling his tantalizing musk. The scent ended her resistance, pressed her need into overdrive. She opened her mouth wide and took his throbbing cock into her throat until she was gurgling around its girthy length.

“That’s good,” Bruce said slowly. He placed his hands on the back of her head, not to force her to contort her face any further around the steely thickness of his prick, but only to underscore how she had willingly given herself to him. She was his, for as long as she remembered the feel of his cock inside her mouth and the taste of his cum going down her throat. “Yes, you’re a very good girl, Commissioner. You’re sucking that cock just like you should.”

And he hardly minded teaching Ellen Yindel her place when she was such a nice cocksucker. Her lips stretched hungrily to engulf his manhood, like she couldn’t get enough of it, even as the cockhead made her gag.

Ellen bobbed her head, ignoring her own choking as she stuffed him down her throat. Her pussy was still throbbing as hard as it had when he’d been fucking her and she knew, humiliatingly, that it was because of how much she loved the taste of his member. Throat gurgling, Ellen wrapped her lips around his cock in a tightly clasped circle. Her cheeks dimpled inward as she sucked, her face flushing with how hard she was pulling at Bruce’s shaft.

Bruce curled his gloved fingers in her hair and rocked his hips, rutting his big cock into her tightened lips. “Play with my balls, Commissioner. See how full of cum they are. That’s what you’re going to be swallowing once you’ve shown me what a filthy whore you are.”

Ellen was in heaven, her eyes closed, her cheeks puckering in and bellowing out as she sucked. She thought of nothing but the hotly throbbing phallus between her lips. Her tongue circled the burgeoning cockhead, pushing against his tip to taste the precum oozing from his balls. Her lips smacked and kissed and slurped at every inch of his length that she could get inside her mouth.

“Do as you’re told, slut!” Bruce barked, giving her hair a painful tug.

Obeying him, Ellen slid her left hand up his muscular thigh to where his balls hung in his hairy scrotum, bulging with the load of cum that her mouth was straining for. She fondled them tenderly, delighting in the feel of engorged flesh as she massaged them in her fingers.

“Much better.” Bruce pumped his hips harder, brutally using her face. “Now jerk me off. You’ve used your mouth and your cunt to get me off—now it’s your hand’s turn.”

Ellen tightened her lips around the pulsing stiffness he had filled her mouth—what felt like her whole being—with. There was still plenty of his length that her mouth couldn’t reach, not without forcing him far down her throat, and so she put a hand on the base of his cock and pumped it, her mouth sucking and slurping while her fingers milked the portion that her lips just couldn’t get to.

“You’ve almost earned my cum, Commissioner. Suck hard now—as hard as you can. You want me to remember what a good whore you are, don’t you?”

His fat cock quivered and throbbed violently inside Ellen’s throat, readying itself to give her all the cum she could possibly want. Her nostrils flared for air as she kept sucking and jerking off his shaft as hard as she could, until Bruce thrust forward, jamming his prick down her gullet and cutting off her oxygen completely. He groaned as he spilled, long, syrupy jets of his cum gushing into her stuffed throat, pouring torrentially into her belly.

Ellen gurgled, coming on the spot as she tasted the Batman’s jizz, felt its heady weight pumping steadily from his balls. It was an incredibly full load, much bigger than she’d gotten from anyone she’d ever sucked off before. Over and over again, geysers of cum spurted from Batman’s cock. Ellen worked her throat muscles and sucked desperately, gulping down everything he gave her.

Then she took his sated cock out of her mouth and stroked it hopefully, shamelessly wanting it to stay hard for another fuck. She knew she’d regret this as soon as he left, but she didn’t care about that now, couldn’t care about anything but how wet her pussy was and how tender it would feel as she was being fucked. All that mattered was his stiff prick and getting it inside her.

“Please… please fuck me… don’t tell me you’re done with me… I want to be your slut some more… I want to be your cum dump forever…”

Bruce pulled his cock away from the moony-eyed woman. “Call off the hunt. Allow me to operate within Gotham at my leisure. Then maybe I’ll come back and finish this.”

“Please, Batman… please…”

Bruce scoffed. “It’s no use begging. You’ve already done all you could do to persuade me.” He grinned. “You were a whore, Commissioner. A perfect whore.”

***

Bruce had barely arrived home when Carrie was there to take his coat. He graciously let her tend to him: sitting him down, fetching him a drink, pulling his shoes off. Then she turned around, pull up her skirt, and showed him her firm, round buttocks—her delightful little valley with a buttplug right in the middle.

Bruce stood up onto his socked feet. All he had to do was take it out and then his cock was thrusting right into her ass. He didn’t even take his pants off, just pulled down his zipper and his hardness sprang out. He’d still been halfway stiff from the fuck with Commissioner Yindel, where he’d had to deny himself to get his point across. But now he would sate himself. Hands perfectly gripping Carrie’s little body, he hilted his cock in Carrie’s bowels and she came instantly. He had only just gotten started.

Carrie moaned happily. She always liked a good fuck and Bruce had a cock for nothing else. It was a prize. She gasped and swore every time it rammed home, felt his heavy balls slap against her mons with every stroke.

For his part, Bruce was surprised that Carrie was capable of such passion. He knew Julia had intended to whip her into shape, but he still found it difficult to reconcile this cock-loving bitch with the innocent young lady who had wandered into his office like a lost little girl. But there was no mistaking the genuine hunger in her body as she worked her ass down to the base of his cock. She loved the strain of having every inch of his cock inside her, whether it was in her cunt or up her ass, just as she loved feeling the wiry hair of his pubic region rubbing against her pussy lips, her pert buttocks, or her chin and cheeks.

Bruce grunted, feeling a heaving load of cum building in his scrotum, ready itself to explode into the warm home of Carrie’s bowels. He panted and fucked her ass harder, thrusting into her throbbing rectum more deeply with every pitch of his hips. His grip on her waist grew painfully tight and then he released, shooting every drop that was left in his ravaged balls.

There was only so much after how well-used he’d left Ellen Yindel, but the orgasm was still painfully intense. He cried out like a wounded soldier as every trace of semen in his balls was fed into Carrie’s anus.

“AHHH!” Carrie keened, feeling his salty cum bathing her rectum. “So good… so fucking good…”

Bruce pulled his flagging erection from her ass and sat down again, sweating and breathing heavily. Carrie immediately positioned herself on her back, her legs wide apart, her hands rubbing away between them.

Bruce gaped at her. He wasn’t surprised by much, but sometimes it shocked him how much fucking a woman could not only want, but take. “Haven’t you had enough yet?”

“Uh-uh,” Carrie mewled, her thighs wide open, two fingers pumping into her sopping cunt, wet not only with her fluids but with his. “If you can’t fuck me more, I’ll… gghh! So good… fuck… please, Bruce…”

“You want my cock all to yourself. It’s a common reaction. But your eyes are bigger than your stomach.”

“No, no… I can take it… take it all… you don’t need anyone else, just make me your personal whore…”

Bruce sighed. Including Barbara in their initial liaison had given Carrie the wrong idea. That he’d needed Babs’ help to deal with her. She’d started thinking that she could handle him on her own, that she even knew how to meet his needs better than he did. She would have to learn that while she was a bigger slut than some, she was nowhere near enough to keep him sated.

Fortunately, the brand of chairs he bought all had Wayne Enterprises technology that tied into the penthouse’s smart-house settings. He pressed the intercom button under the armrest. “Julia, I take it you introduced Carrie to her duties?”

Julia, as always, was quick to respond. “Yes, sir. I gave her an overview.”

“She caught on quickly. A real go-getter. But now I think it’s time she learned her place.”

“Yes, Mr. Wayne.” The door was flung open. Julia came in with a sweet smile for Bruce, but her face turned hard when she looked at Carrie. “Hello again, Carrie. You’ve done a good job with your duties so far, so now I’m going to train you further. And the first thing you should know is that only Mr. Wayne may call me Julia. You must call me Mistress.”

Carrie hadn’t seen her like this before. Julia wore a leather corset that bit down on her already slender waist while lifting up and offering her big, firm breasts. A pair of black leather panties bulged with the fullness of her ass and outlined her pussy tightly enough to show the cleft of her mons. Her long legs were covered in sleek black stockings and she stood on six-inch heels. Press-on nails—three inches long, black, and razor-edged—clicked at the tips of her fingers. And a black whip was curled in her hand. Even through the shock of her appearance, Carrie couldn’t help but find the wild sensuality of her look affecting.

“This is the second time you’ve been able to take Mr. Wayne’s love. And clearly you’ve developed a taste for it. But just being a slut for him isn’t good enough. You must be an obedient slut. You must earn being his whore. That’s what I’m going to help you with. I’m going to make you scream, little girl. I’m going to show you how important it is to be his good little sex slave. And once you’ve learned to appreciate your opportunity to serve his cock—then I’ll let you be his bitch.”