Theirs update

Selina’s smugness lasts about as long as it takes for Bruce to rearrange all of you: sitting down with Selina poised above his lap, his hands on her hips, dragging her down. His cock presses into her anus and she can’t keep up the cool dominatrix façade for a moment. It cracks immediately: her eyes flicker and her mouth gapes open, like she knows she can’t play it cool when she has that massive cock inside her, so she just gives up and admits she’s its bitch the moment it pushes into her sphincter. 

You can well understand. You felt like surrendering the same way, just kissing the swollen knob. It seems impossible that was just a few minutes ago. You thought you were your own woman back then, just having a little fling with Gotham’s favorite millionaire playboy. Now you’re their slave. Maybe that’s why Bruce picked you. He knew you would be happy as their shared slut before you did.

“Why are you stopping?” Bruce asks you, his voice still cool, but husky with the effort of keeping his erection when Selina’s diamond-tight ass is trying to grind an orgasm out of it. “Don’t you think Selina’s cunt looks tasty anymore?”

You do. And given permission by Bruce—given the chance to enthusiastically please your new master and mistress—you tear Selina’s flailing legs apart and take her clit between your lips. You nip at it. You feel Bruce’s fingers fist in your hair and pull you tighter into Selina’s groin. His other hand is still pulling Selina down his length. He’s controlling both of you.

Selina squirms under your tongue to the point where you can’t tell if she’s enjoying it or trying to escape. You don’t care. You run your fingers into her sex and open up the lips of her labia, the glossy pink of her core blinding you as it draws you in—you can’t see anything else. You fall on it with your tongue, licking and lapping, finally forcing your tongue inside her. It feels like there’s less space than before; room taken up by Bruce’s cock in her ass. You come up for air, your saliva and her juices still connecting you.

“Eat it,” you hear Bruce commanding you, but you’re not really listening to him so much as the throb of his cock through Selina’s taut flesh. You wish there was some way to get your tongue between them, but there can’t possibly be a millimeter of room in Selina’s ass right now. “Eat her… she tastes good… she tastes like the slut she is…”

You obey the hand forcing your head down. Your appetite is ravenous. You can’t get enough of Selina and Bruce is giving you all you could ever want. Greedily you wiggle your tongue inside her, sucking at her folds, pulling with your pursed lips and pushing with your tongue, answering the call of some eager-to-please need deep within to make Selina feel good. Selina leans back on Bruce’s body, raising her legs up, spiking her cunt higher to try to relieve the pressure, even as it drives her down further on Bruce’s impaling prick.

“Don’t,” Selina whimpers, “I can’t take it, I can’t stand it… please… it’s too much…”

“Don’t stop,” Bruce says with a bland expectation of being obeyed. “She can take it or she isn’t much of a whore.” He breathes in Selina’s sweat like he can smell her fear, the fear of being forever ruined by taking his cock—he enjoys the way she cringes and Selina enjoys it too, like she’s going through a haunted house, riding a roller coaster—risking him breaking her ass to get off. “And she’s a very big whore.”

You highly doubt that Selina’s safe word is ‘please.’

You renew your efforts. You pleasure Selina’s clit with your tongue, your lips, your teeth, massaging it as hard as you can. When Selina comes, she sounds like she’s being murdered. But Bruce only smiles and kisses her on the cheek.

“Thanks for massaging my cock with your ass,” he tells her sardonically, easing her off his rampant erection and down to a puddle on the floor. All that’s missing from the picture of her gaping asshole is the cum, dripping in samples from Bruce’s cockhead. It drops to the floor in front of you; you have to resist the urge to lick it up. 

“Your turn,” he says, not that he trusts you to get him off. You’re no Selina. He grips his cock himself and jerks off while you kneel and wait. You’re not there to please him. You’re not a good enough slut, not like Selina is. You’re just there so he has something to come on that he won’t have to dry-clean.

When he ejaculates all over you, you still climax hard. Maybe it’s that you think it will please him. It certainly feels good on your end. You come even harder when he calls you a good girl and wipes his cock on your hair. Then he’s finished with you and all you can think is that even if this never happens again, you’ll always be his and Selina’s bitch.