Everybody Wants Zinda update

Her opened bustier fell to either side, leaving her bare tits exposed. Roy sucked in his breath when he saw them. Dinah swayed her hips, like she had to rebalance herself to accommodate her cunt. She didn’t think she’d ever been so aware of it before. Her breathing was speeding up, making her breasts heave with nothing to constrain them.

“We have to be quick,” she said. “They’ll want us back at the Clocktower soon.”

“Quick’ll be easy,” Roy said, opening his vest. “As long as your cunt is as tight as it was before.”

Dinah shrugged off her jacket. “It might be. But you fucked it real hard.”

“That’s the only way I know.”

Roy dipped the zipper below her waist, opening it onto her panties. His hand pulled those out of the way next, enough to bare her womanhood. Dinah remembered how her cunt felt when it was full of his cum. She wanted that again. She wanted it to be the first time Roy fucked her in a lifetime they were going to spend together.

She took his hands and turned them up to her mouth, kissing each of his palms in turn. Roy was shocked at how good it felt as her tongue dabbed over the lines of his palm print, as her mouth engulfed his pointer finger and sucked it with infernal promise. He groaned with the effort of pulling his hand away, quickly pulling his vest over his head and throwing it aside. Dinah looked over his muscles, his scars, his tattoos, running her eyes through his chest hair as physically as she’d use her fingers. Roy looked at Dinah’s bare chest in turn and could only hope she found his flesh as appealing as he did hers. 

She wrapped her fingers around his wrists again and Roy thought she would bring his hands to her lips again, but instead she moved them to her breasts. He was shocked by the feel of how they filled his hands, the sensation coming off as intoxicating even after how pleasant her mouth had been on his fingers. He squeezed, gratified to see Dinah’s eyes shut, relishing his touch as much as he did. He tested the weight of her breasts, how tightly he could mold them to his hands, and they almost pushed back at his fingers with their firmness. They were both breathing faster now, sharing this rather than one acting and the other receiving.

Roy grinned. “I just told myself off for thinking about what a great pair of tits you have. This relationship is going to take some getting used to.”

“If it helps, I wouldn’t mind you thinking that even if we weren’t together. I do have some great knockers.”

Her nipples stiffened excitedly, filling up with the goodness of Roy’s touch, getting harder the more he stroked them. Pinching her right nipple between his fingers, Roy twisted it slightly, giving an edge of pain to the lust Dinah was feeling, but it was no more than a spice. She parted her lips, letting out a breathy sigh of enjoyment before meeting his eyes. 

“And you,” she continued, her voice cooing, “have one amazing dick.” She moved her hands to his groin, feeling out his massively hardened cock and his engorged balls. Dinah unconsciously licked her lips, thinking once more of how it would feel when the mammoth load waiting inside his scrotum was hers.

Roy’s lips didn’t so much part as his jaw fell open, Dinah rubbing his cock with one hand and playing the fingers of her other hand through the hair on his belly. His stomach was flat and muscular, the multiple bullet wound scars only adding texture to what otherwise would’ve seemed impossibly perfect. It was hard to believe he had once been a just a boyish sidekick to Green Arrow.

“God, you shouldn’t be allowed to get this hard when we’re just starting out,” Dinah sighed, tugging at his zipper. “It’s a real tease.”

“You’re the one in fishnets,” Roy retorted. 

They tumbled onto the divan, Dinah recovering, standing over Roy as she pulled away his pants. 

Dinah got his pants away. “They don’t make a secret of what I’ve got; they let you see. How the fuck am I supposed to concentrate when I know you’ve got a great big cock on you at all times?”

Roy kicked off his boxers before she could straighten back up. “Maybe I should wear a codpiece. Then the thought wouldn’t keep sneaking up on you.”

Dinah stooped over his naked body, running her hand down his chest until she was trailing her fingers over his abs. “Would you? That’d be great.”

“You show off your boobs too. Not exactly equitable.”

“You show off your arms,” Dinah reasoned.

“You like my arms?”

“Why do you think we’re doing this?”

Roy seized her by the forearms and pulled her down to him. They kissed, Dinah’s sweet mouth sucking his tongue inside. The kiss didn’t end at her lips, but turned into a series of nips across her face, a nibble on her earlobe, and a deep suckle at her pulse point. Dinah gasped, her hips swaying, unconsciously thrusting towards him.

“We’re doing this because you need to get fucked,” Roy quipped.

She pulled away, dragging her undone bustier off her arms and down her legs, taking her panties with them—leaving her naked except for her fishnet stockings and the garter belt that held them up. Roy’s eyes bulged. Somehow he’d never realized that she wore garters beneath her costume.

“I don’t need a fuck,” Dinah corrected him. “I need you.”

To make sure he knew exactly what she needed him for, Dinah mounted his supine body, pressing his cock up against his belly and straddling it as he sat up to meet her, her legs draped to either side of Roy’s body like she was giving him a lapdance, her crotch rubbing against the underside of his erection with every shift of her hips. 

Dinah bit her lip—she was feeling his cock as fully as she could without actually having it inside her, feeling it quiver and pulsate with lust, jerking and straining to be in her cunt. She was so sensitive, she could even feel the big blue vein that ran the length of his shaft as she rutted against it. 

He pulled her back down to him, her breasts pressing into his muscular chest, her nipples like daggers. “Feels like you need my cock.”

Dinah wrapped her arms around his neck. “You’re a package deal.”

Roy rolled himself on top of her, his manhood bulling against her thigh: very, very hard and very, very big. Dinah felt a pang of alarm. For a moment, she doubted if its enormous proportions would fit inside her. She reassured herself that it had before, but remembered the painful stretching that had come with its entry. Then she smiled. Like when he’d twisted her nipples before, the hurt was just spice.

He both erased and shared her smile with a sudden kiss, his hands caressing her face, her hair, her shoulders. Dinah twisted and turned, delightfully aware of how his touch was arousing her. Her fingers flowing through his short, bristly hair, she pushed him down between her breasts to continue the work he’d started by fondling them.

“You’re delicious,” Roy said, brushing his lips against her engorged nipple before taking it wetly into his mouth. 

His prick throbbed against her silky thigh, but Dinah could only moan with the feelings his mouth was producing, the sensation of his naked body being against hers. She couldn’t be afraid that he’d hurt her; her only worry was that they might have to cut this encounter short, leaving her high and dry. She needed his cock, his cum, as soon as possible. It was enough to make Dinah curse the endurance she knew Roy to possess. He had stamina, and recklessness, enough to draw this out as long as he could, the bastard. The wonderful, gorgeous bastard…

“Fuck me,” she breathed, and he grinned, intending to do just that, but on his terms. 

He held himself over Dinah, cupping her ass in his right hand and her breast in his left, kneading the firm flesh as he sucked the nipple on her unattended tit, displaying a glutton’s appetite for all of her fine, svelte body. As his mouth went from one swollen breast to the other, his left hand went to her face, caressing the beautiful symmetry of her features, as his lips traced around the slopes of her teat, tongue following the heated blood rushing through the veins there. He fastened his lips to the nipple, sucking enthusiastically, Dinah’s whole body quivering as her nipple grew longingly in Roy’s mouth. She felt her clit pulsing in the open air, her pussy clenching. If he kept sucking her like this, she would come without his cock at all. Talk about doing without…

His mouth stayed on her nipple for a long time, tongue playing lovingly with the turgid bud while his free hand stroked through her hair. Dinah breathed deeply, her chest heaving into and away from his touch, which only made him suck harder to pull her lowering nipple back into his mouth. Her toned belly rippled, contracting rhythmically as if the throbs going through her clenched sex were traveling up her body, overflowing into her brain.

Dinah’s well-rounded hips rolled sensuously from the left to the right and back again, while her long, lean legs opened and closed with the flexing of her thighs. She felt Roy’s fingers trace over her lips, still swollen from how passionately he’d kissed her, then his touch flowed down between her breasts. She jerked ticklishly as his hand moved over her belly, his palm hovering over her navel. Her pussy was crying out to be touched, but Roy was taking his time, first stroking the little-touched expanse of her abdomen, lavishing it with his provocative touch. Dinah’s eyes rolled back. My womb… that’s where he’s going to go. He’s going to fill me up. He’s going to stay inside me. I’m going to have a part of him with me for nine whole months—I’m going to do for him what no other woman has.

The thought was intoxicating. She could almost get high off of it, drift away with the ecstasy of thinking about it, brushing away niggling concerns like how Cheshire had tainted parenthood for him and her IUD made pregnancy physically impossible. The feeling of it, the rightness, was so much more important. Even knowing it couldn’t be, at least not yet, she wanted it to happen with a yearning she hadn’t known was possible. God help me—when was the last time I wanted anything as much as this? I think I want it almost as much as I want him…

Finally, Dinah fled the dizzying thoughts, throwing herself into her lust instead. With cold hard pragmatism, she knew she had to wrap up this encounter and get back to the mission. Shaking, she tangled her fingers in his hair, shoving her breast more firmly into his mouth. Her legs open wide. His free hand took the invitation, wedging itself against her cunt. She squeezed her thighs together around his big hand. The pressure of his grip engulfed her pussy, the heel of his hand virtually buzzing against her needy clit. He ran his middle finger up and down her slit, the slender digit even dropping low and teasing at her anus. Dinah arched her back, trying to force his probing fingers to her opening, but he held back. He seemed intent on leaving no doubt Dinah was properly satisfied. She loved it already.

He was going to make one hell of a father…

Get a hold of yourself, Black Canary. You may like the idea of a family now, but remember you’re still in the honeymoon phase. You had to give up Sin because you couldn’t be a parent before, and Roy’s such a player he’s fucked half the Birds of Prey as well as you. Enjoy it while you can, but don’t think that means you can definitely make it work.

Dinah emptied her mind and let herself be completely enthralled by her lust. Roy stroked her womanhood, making her sigh with a finishing sweep over her clit. It was mercilessly teasing, but she loved it. Being hornier than ever made it easy for Dinah to forget her misgivings. 

He finally opened the wet folds of her cunt and ran two fingers inside of her, stroking just inside her labia. Then Roy brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean of her juices.

“God, Roy!” she crooned.

“I said you were delicious,” Roy laughed. “Want some?”

He returned his fingers to her slit, warm with his saliva, and entered her again—just enough to make her want him much, much deeper. Then he took his fingers away, moving them to her mouth. She accepted them, licking them clean with both enjoyment of her own taste and gratitude that Roy found it so sweet.

He went back to her cunt, this time to stay, his fingers lightly entering her and gently stroking, bringing her to the peak of orgasm and then letting her backslide. Dinah gasped continuously, writhing around with each flick of his fingers, desperate for the release that only he could give her.

“Roy!”

“What?” Roy asked her sweetly.

“Give it to me!”

“Give what?”

“Your cock—fuck me!”

“What’s the rush?”

“I need it so bad!”

Roy shushed her and impishly, Dinah spiked her hips upward, trying to force his fingers deeper into her. Roy pulled his hand away, then brushed his fingers toyingly over her clit. Dinah squirmed around on the divan like she was trying to escape something.

With Dinah in a frenzy, Roy swooped down for the kill, climbing over her, kissing and licking through the deep valley of her cleavage—then kissing her belly, licking through her wet pubic hair where the golden hair had captured her flavor. Slipping his hands under her buttocks, he pried them apart and blew on her asshole, making Dinah whinge as the sensitive orifice registered his presence. 

“Goddamnit, Roy!” Dinah keened, spreading her legs as wide as a cheerleader doing the splits, giving him the run of her sex. Knowing what his mouth could do, his fingers, his cock, she offered herself up to all of them. Roy teased her again, rubbing his prick against her stocking clad calf, making her realize its throbbing hardness. She cooed softly at its feel.

Gripping her thighs to hold them firmly in place, Roy lowered his face to Dinah’s pussy and licked her with a slow, steady roll of his tongue. Dinah’s thighs clenched, flexed, and he let her move them to his shoulders, squeezing their fishneted contours around his head as he swept his tongue over her again. Dinah sucked in her breath. She dug her heels into his back, feeling strong muscles there. God, it was like he was made to please her.

“Fuck me, Roy,” she pleaded. She’d come to need him, his body, his love more than anything else in her life.

“How about I fuck your face, Dinah?” Roy asked, turning himself over her, nipping at her inner thigh as he brought his prick over her mouth.

“Yes, let me suck you, Roy!” She gasped as his lips returned to her sex, the new orientation exotic, invigorating. “Oh, shit, Roy, lick me!”

He sucked the outer folds of her pussy into his mouth, tormenting them with his tongue as his lips tightened on them. Dinah was faced with his cockhead, wet with precum. She inhaled his manly scent. It was the smell of cum, the musk of his prick—every drop that fell from his tip could’ve given her a baby.

Shivers of excitement shook Dinah almost like a ragdoll. Taking his balls in her hand, she stretched her lips over his cockhead, suckling at the tip, wondering how much cum his enormous balls held. However much there was, she wanted it all. She wanted it in her mouth and in her pussy and on her face and everywhere else. She wanted to bathe in it. She wanted to drown.

They were sixty-nining now, his huge balls hanging over her as Roy lowered his cock into her mouth. As he penetrated her there, his tongue thrust just as forcefully into her sex, exploring the pressurized confines of her tight passage. Dinah too flicked her tongue against him, exploring his blue-veined length as he returned the favor, the tip of his tongue deep inside her.

Dinah kissed the massive knob of his prick, sucking on the tip for every drop of precum she could get, then opened her mouth wide, tongue lolling out, inviting him in. Roy shuddered and twitched as he fed himself into her open lips, moaning gratifyingly into her cunt. She polished his cockhead with her saliva, opening her jaws wide to allow in all of his cock. Finally, it felt like she’d strained her mouth. She shut her lips as much as she could with his cock in her mouth and they barely closed, simply pressing around the collar of his dick.

“Yeah,” Roy grunted roughly, sucking harder, hungrier on her pussy while she licked feverishly at the cockhead that had stuffed her mouth full. He worked his hips, forcing his bulging cockhead deeper, into her throat, gagging her until his scrotum was painting her face with its musky sweat. The bloated balls jumped inside his sack and Dinah massaged them with both hands as his member throbbed inside her clenching throat.

Roy crushed his lips around her clit and sucked on the little bud until it felt scorched by the pleasure he was demanding it feel. Dinah screamed into the gag of his erection, then he whipped her clit with his tongue and her eyes went out of focus—Dinah could only whimper weakly as she climaxed. She felt herself go liquid, the fluid warmth surely ruining another set of fishnets, and realized with a panging mix of shame and arousal that from his perch devouring her clitoris, Roy had a front-row seat to her squirting.

Before she could even begin to process that, Dinah felt a curt slap on her buttocks—stinging, not hard, but enough to leave imprints of her stockings on the bare flesh for a while. Thank God her jacket was long enough to cover yet another sign of her sluttiness.

The message of the blow was clear: she was the one who’d wanted to hurry, and now here she was, not doing anything except lying beneath Roy and giving him an sheath for his manhood. Dinah got back to work, licking and sucking the first few inches of his cock, while his knob was prying open her throat. She fluttered her tongue over the feverishly warm shaft and used her hand to masturbate the rest. There was no way she could get all of it down her throat. The drawbacks of dating a man with such an oversized prick.

He stopped eating her pussy, just as his attentions were starting to hurt—not, as amply proven, that Dinah minded a bit of pain. Even so, he came up to a kneel over her, holding her head back so he had a straight shot down her throat as he pumped his entire cock into her mouth. Dinah felt a flash of panic as his cockhead pressed, really forcefully pressed, into the back of her throat. A little visit was fine, but she would choke to death if he tried to stay for any length of time. She had no choice though. She swallowed and gulped, the muscles of her throat crushing down impotently on his cock, unable to reduce its engorged size to a more fitting level.

Roy pulled back with her lungs screaming for air, letting her breathe through her unhindered throat before giving her his cock again, slowly, carefully, driving an inch in and then taking it back. It still triggered her gag reflex, made Dinah’s throat bulge around the sheer enormity of his erection—but then he reached down and delivered a stiff slap to her tender pussy, flooding her body with enough sensation to make her forget all about how he was using her throat. He was spanking her… spanking her cunt for being naughty and opening for this young boy’s cock. 

He spanked her thighs, her hips, and then with her clit burgeoning and her legs open to accept her punishment, he slapped her pussy again. Dinah’s eyes actually watered as she came, squirted, feeling the wetness soak into the divan and brush the backs of her thighs. Whatever deposit Deathstroke had paid on this place, she doubted he’d be getting it back. Oh well—fuck him.

Ironically enough, just as she thought of Roy as some young whelp, he pulled a move that took her by surprise. Keeping them arranged as they were, his cock in her mouth, he shuffled backwards, stepping off the divan so he was standing beside it while Dinah lay with her head over the side, upside-down to his cock. He took her face in his hands, palms flat on her cheeks, thumbs on her chin to hold it in place with her head tilted back to receive his prick.

Then he slammed himself into her throat. Used it utterly, fully plumbing the depths of her widely stretched lips. Dinah’s eyes went wide, her throat bulging around his manhood, warm feeling dropping down her gullet. Either the friction of his fucking or the heat of his precum she could feel all the way down in her stomach. Dinah couldn’t breathe, and even her still-clenched sex couldn’t distract her from that, but she didn’t quite care—she trusted Roy, even in the middle of such a painful, even dangerous move as this. Or if she could trust him in battle, why not in the bedroom? And if in the bedroom, why not… everywhere?

“Dinah… goddamn…” Roy groaned, his face reddening. “You’re… perfect…!”

His cock swelled, triggering Dinah’s gag reflex all over again, and then he was coming, pumping his seed directly into her belly. Dinah felt it fill, swell, even bulge, and she thought once more of the prospective family that both of them seemed to be racing ahead to. Would it feel this way to carry his child? God, she hoped so. She loved it, even the thought of it, as he came for what felt like an eternity, doing to her stomach what he’d already done to her cunt. 

Dinah’s lungs demanded air and her vision grew black around the edges, but she still dutifully accepted Roy’s load, her hands on her belly, actually feeling the tinge of warmth from his white-hot cum as it settled inside her. And still somehow it felt too soon when he pulled away, his cock trailing over her upturned face on the way out of her gullet, smearing warm saliva and spent cum over her features, which were already awash with sweat from both him and her. She looked up at him, speechless, feeling the weight of his cum inside her like she’d never felt anything she’d put into her mouth ever before.

“Sorry,” Roy gasped, his own face as sweaty as hers, drawn with the effort of feeling the orgasm she’d swallowed. “I had to… I just had to…”

“I know you did,” Dinah rasped. It was the same reason she’d had to swallow it, each and every drop. She continued after a pause: “Didn’t feel right…”

Roy fell to his ass beside the divan, although more from his ejaculation robbing him of the strength to stand than her criticism. “It didn’t? I’m sorry… I won’t…”

“Not that,” Dinah assured him, giving him a smile and wondering how her blonde bombshell lipstick looked after he’d fucked her mouth like a two-dollar whore. “It felt wrong you didn’t come in my pussy. Didn’t it?”

Roy took a moment. “Yeah… I suppose so,” he panted. “Since we’re not… I kinda figured… well, what was the point?”

Dinah nodded. “Good question.”

Maybe it was her oral fixation, maybe it was because it showed she was more than just a great pair of legs, but she’d always liked giving blowjobs before. She wondered—if Roy had come inside her, no IUD, and had gotten her pregnant—would she like blowing him as much as she usually did?