Ladies of the Knight update

Barbara could taste Carrie’s bittersweet juices, feel them flowing hotly against her lips as Carrie flew from arousal to orgasm. She went along in her own passionate daze as Carrie took her hands and pulled them to her breasts. Barbara instinctively started to knead Carrie’s full breasts, teasing Carrie’s nipples stiffer and stiffer with her fingers.

“Shit, what are you doing to me? You don’t know—can’t know how good this feels!” Carrie cried. “God, I’m almost there—I’m so close—I’m coming! I’m goddamn coming! It feels so fucking good!”

Barbara’s face was crushed into Carrie’s sex. She struggled to swallow all the cream that filled her mouth—had to swallow, because she would gag on it if she didn’t. She felt the warm juices going down her throat and seem to become the fluttering sensation in her belly. Barbara knew she was gulping, gargling, knew that the others could hear her, and Barbara rightly thought that this was turning her boss on even more.

“Good, Babs. Eat her cunt good,” Bruce said, his calm, measured voice somehow still rushing with excitement. “Eat her pussy while I fuck yours. Make her come so I’ll make you come, my little red-haired bitch.”

Wild vibrations trilled through Carrie’s body, hard enough to make her teeth chatter, until the last of them had sunk deep inside her. She relaxed her pressure on the back of Barbara’s head. Barbara licked a few more times, committing her taste to memory, and then lifted her head.

Bruce was really driving himself into her pussy. Barbara started thrusting herself back to his cock. Their bodies slapped together fleshily; Barbara heard the wetness of his prick ramming into her.

“Turn over on your back,” Bruce ordered her. “I’m going to make you my bitch now—ruin you for other men—ruin you for your own hand—from now on, all you’ll ever want is to be mine.”

He slid out of her; Barbara knew she had no choice but to obey if she wanted him back. Maybe she wanted him, maybe she needed him, but without thinking about it, for once, Barbara flipped over onto her back. 

Instantly Bruce was on top of her, his weight bearing down on her. Hard cock delving inside her sex. He pistoned into her, deep thrusts taking all of her pussy. It was even better than before, more intense, it hurt worse but pleasured her more. Without Carrie to distract her, all Barbara could feel was Bruce. His cock seemed to own her pussy. His hands went underneath her, grabbing her compact buttocks. 

Barbara’s eyes widened as she felt the first quakes of passion deep inside her, far beyond where Bruce’s prick could reach. She realized what was happening to her and lifted her ass as high as she could, trying to get all of Bruce’s cock in her, every inch. The sensation intensified. Now Barbara’s eyes rolled back in her head.

“Oh shit!” she moaned. “It’s happening to me, I feel it happening, it’s never been like this before! Oh Jesus, it’s going to happen! Sweet Jesus, IT FEELS FUCKING INCREDIBLE!”

Her back arched off the floor, hot spasms of ecstasy rocking her body so hard they felt like they were blasting her apart. Barbara kept moaning as they shook her and shook her—felt her pussy flooding with cream all around Bruce’s rigid manhood. She tightened her inner muscles with the last sweet tremble that went through her.

“You hot little cunt!” Bruce groaned. “Keep it going. Don’t stop coming now. I’m not fucking done with you yet!”

Barbara pumped her hips, feeling Bruce’s member hilt itself inside her every time their bodies met. She thought she could feel it in her womb. Bruce’s lips covered hers, kissing her for the first time, his tongue possessing her mouth just like his swollen cock was her womanhood. His cock thrust into her even faster—she felt it thickening, stretching her more than ever. She could even feel his precum boiling inside her. 

Barbara thrust all of herself up to Bruce’s body, pressing her breasts into his pecs, wrapping her legs around his hips to tighten her cunt to his groin. When he thrust down into her, he hammered her ass against the floor, his cock staying buried inside her, throbbing so hard it got her off without moving an inch.

“That’s it, bitch,” Bruce hissed. “Show me how much you want my cock. Now I’m going to give you my cum. I won’t need you anymore, so I’m going to break your pussy. I’m done getting you off—now you’re my fucking cum dumpster!”

He rammed himself in her deep, taking up all of her, and she felt his cum filling up everything else, filling her senses, making her feel sticky inside and out. Barbara kept squeezing her legs, tightening herself against him, moving her pussy infinitesimally closer to the base of his cock to get a little more of his cum. 

After a few seconds, she felt his cock shooting out one last hot spurt and then it was done. Slowly, he pulled out of her. Barbara still felt full, he’d pumped so much cum into her. She didn’t think she’d ever feel warm again unless she had his seed inside her.

“Christ,” Bruce sighed, “if I’d known you were such a slut, I’d have fucked you a long time ago. You’re getting a raise, Barbara. And you can expect to see the inside of my office a lot more often.”

“Yes, sir,” Barbara moaned. She couldn’t say anything else. She’d never dreamed she could feel this good. When Carrie swam into her field of vision, she felt something like gratitude for the little tramp. Maybe later she’d feel jealous of the younger woman, but right now she didn’t care who Bruce fucked, so long as she was one of his cock holsters. It felt so good to be his cock holster…

“As for you, it’s yours if you want it,” Bruce said to Carrie.

“Huh?” she replied stupidly. She’d been so absorbed in watching Bruce fuck Barbara that she had no idea what they were now talking about.

“The job,” Bruce said, getting up and smoothing down his wild hair. “You’re hired. From now on, you’ll do my typing, travel with me, and take care of my sexual satisfaction.”

Carrie was stunned. She started to get dressed. Bruce was way ahead of her, wiping himself off with a moist towelette, then pulling a clean set of boxers and undershirt from a desk drawer to put them on. As he walked toward the office’s closet, Carrie fully expected him to have a fresh suit in there to change into.

“The job… when?” Carrie asked.

“You’ll start work tonight. Your place or mine?” Carrie couldn’t answer. “Mine then. Barbara, give her my card. The address is on it. Be there at ten and bring an overnight bag.” Carrie turned and started for the door. Bruce whistled, bringing her to a stop. Like a dog, she thought. “And don’t wear anything too slutty. At least, not on the outside. Only I get to see what a whore you are.”

Wobbling on her feet, looking no doubt as cum-drunk as Carrie did, Barbara handed Carrie the business card. Carrie was too much in shock herself not to take it. Bruce seemed to be the only one not totally overwhelmed by the sex—and Carrie felt further humiliated, knowing that she and Barbara together hadn’t managed to fuck him nearly as hard as he’d fucked them.

Carrie closed the door behind her, her knees about to buckle—partly from the physical exertion and partly from a growing anger. She stormed out of the building into the sweltering sun and found her car in the parking lot. It took her almost a minute before she had enough control to properly work the key fob and unlock the door. 

Finally, she slid into the driver’s seat and gripped the wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. “Sexual satisfaction?” she spat. “One fuck and he thinks I’m his concubine? Just who the hell does he think he is?”

She looked at the business card. Bruce Wayne. Chairman of the Board, Wayne Enterprise. Then it listed the address of a penthouse apartment in the city. Of course, Carrie knew he really lived at Wayne Manor. The thought that he was taking her to some special Gotham City love nest made Carrie feel even cheaper. 

She didn’t feel like she had gotten one thing over Bruce, managed to seduce him at all. She’d offered and he’d taken ruthless advantage, getting everything he wanted out of the deal—even the smug satisfaction of making Carrie come like her own cunt was his little plaything.

“Well, Mr. Wayne, Mr. Chairman of the Board, you can eat shit! There’s no way I’m going to some love shack and being your kept woman!”

Seething with rage, she drove home, carrying on a one-sided argument that was half rant, half imagined conversation with Bruce. Finally, sitting in her driveway, she said “I’ll go over there and tell him I’m… that I’m…”

That she was quitting? Didn’t need the money? That she didn’t like him—didn’t like that he was rich, handsome, built like a Greek God, and knew exactly how to make her come? And the way to make her come was to fuck her with Bruce’s big stiff cock?

“I’ll tell him he’s an arrogant son of a bitch, that’s what! To think that I would… I would…”

Carrie’s face fell as she realized that, technically, she already had. Which made it all the more likely that she would again. After all, Barbara had. Who knew how many other women Bruce had—a harem kept in line by their addiction to his prick and all the cum it had to reward a lucky bitch with.

Carrie bit her lip just thinking that she could have her next hit that very evening. All she had to do was shut up with the arrogant son of a bitch nonsense.

Well, she could show him in other ways. He’d hinted that he wanted her to wear some sexy lingerie? She’d show him! She wouldn’t wear anything under her clothes at all!

***

“Is this a lot?” Cassandra Cain asked, holding out the fat envelope of her allowance from Bruce.

Stephanie Brown took it from her, emptied it out on the bed, and counted out the cash—hundreds, twenties, tens, and fives. The stacks added up to five thousand dollars in total. Steph cackled as she patted the stacks of different denominations.

“It’s good to be Bruce’s ward,” she cooed, hugging Cass.

“Do I get paid… more than an intern?” Cass asked. “I don’t… do anything.”

“You think I do anything? I’m Barbara Gordon’s assistant. If she’d just plug in a coffee machine on her desk, I’d be able to go my whole shift playing Angry Birds. C’mon, let’s shower up. Then we’ll find something to spend your Wayne money on.”

They showered, then went back to Cass’s room. There probably would’ve been some playing around, but the hot water ran out too fast for that. Steph didn’t want to have shampoo in her hair and Cass’s tongue in her pussy, no matter how good it felt, when the shower stream started using water from the Arctic.

Steph dried her hands some more on the towel wrapped around her body, then counted off the money she’d use to pay the rent. Although she and Cass lived together, technically it was her apartment—Cass had a standing room at Wayne Manor. Steph also put aside some money for groceries, utilities, subscriptions, and other necessities. Expecting Cass to clip coupons was an exercise in futility. They were left with three thousand dollars and Steph wanted to be sure Cass spent some of that on herself. But first…

She swiped another Benjamin from the pile. “And this is for your half of Mr. Happy.”

“Who’s… Mr. Happy?” Cass asked, sorting out the unfamiliar consonants with a pause.

“The newest member of the family,” Steph said, going to the dresser drawer, opening it, and produced a double-headed dildo. She held one end in her hand and tapped the other end against her jaw. “I thought that since we’re both going to be using it, we both should pay for it. But if you don’t want to use your end…”

Cass eyed the dildo from one end to the other. “You want to… do something… with that?”

“Yeah,” Steph whispered.

“Wanna… fuck each other… with it?”

“Uh-huh.”

“You… put one end… in your pussy… and I…”

Steph walked toward her, holding the dildo down at her crotch like the surrogate cock it was. “And you take the other end. And I fuck you like a boy…”

Cass opened her legs, daintily pulling up the hem of her towel so she was uncovered to the waist. Steph fit herself between Cass’s legs, her own towel dropping to the floor, and the big dildo was soon plugged into both of them, connecting them.

“I fuck you… you fuck me…” Cass said, her voice hitching and dropping. “We fuck each other!”

“Feel good?” Steph asked her.

“Yes… it feels… Steph!” Cass whimpered.

“I know how it feels, baby! That’s how you’re making me feel!”

“I can’t look at… your boobs… without wanting… to touch them…”

“Then feel them already!” Steph cried, then laughed as she felt Cass cupping her breasts. “And I can’t get enough of feeling this sweet ass!” Her hands went behind Cass, fingers digging into the supple flesh of Cass’s buttocks. “All the boys love it so much, but I’m the one who gets to cop a feel! That sweet ass!”

“We’re fucking…” Cass breathed, sounding dazed, almost disbelieving as the dildo jutted so far inside her and she felt Steph’s warm flesh everywhere her hands went, Steph’s touch all over her creamy, tawny skin.

“Yeah, fucking!” Steph cheered.

“It feels… really good!” Cass mewled.

“I know! Real fucking good!” Steph gave Cass a dirty smile, pumping the dildo into Cass’s pussy and impaling herself on it at the same time. She’d masturbated a lot thinking about Cass, but this was on another level.

“So many men would… love to be… doing this to us!”

“They’d love to fuck my pussy like you’re doing! Or fuck your pussy like I’m doing!”

“They would! They would!”

“But they can’t, can they?”

“No!”

“You’re my girl!”

“Uh-huh!”

“And I’m your girl!”

“Yes!”

“And we’re gonna fuck each other, fuck each other until we come!”

“YES!”

“And come!”

“YES!”

“AND COME!”

“STEPH!”

Cass kept pistoning their bodies together, kept massaging Steph’s breasts.

“We’re young!” Steph panted out. “We’re sexy! And we fuck so, so good!”

Now Cass only nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

“And all the women and all the men, they’d love to be doing this to us!”

Cass nodded frantically.

“They all wanna fuck us, but none of them deserve to!”

“Except maybe… Bruce…”

If Cass had said any other name, Steph would’ve paused, taken aback. But thinking of Bruce, she only fucked Cass harder, fucked herself harder. Getting off now on the thought of him too.

“Maybe we’ll let him fuck us!” Steph cooed. “If he wants it bad enough!”

“He has to want to fuck us… real bad… so we know he’ll fuck us… real good…”

“Fuck yes!”

They fucked each other and themselves, going hard and fast, the two beautiful girls in an embrace that couldn’t be more loving.

“I’m gonna come!” Steph yelled.

“Me… too! Let’s do it—ahhhh! Oh Steph!” Cass shrieked.

They collapsed down to the bed together, the bills of Cass’s allowance flying into the air and fluttering back down, covering their wet bodies. The cool dewdrops of the shower water had entirely been replaced with sweat. They smeared their wetness all over each other as they cuddled together, closer and closer, kicking away the dildo to nestle their cunts right next to each other.

“Did you come?” Steph asked after a pause.

“Yes,” Cass said. “Did you not… notice?”

“I don’t know, you can be kinda hard to read sometimes.” Steph pecked at her cheek. “Say you did again.”

“I… came…”

“Mmmm,” Steph purred. “Maybe I should make you pay for all of Mr. Happy. You big slut, he really got you off, didn’t he?”

“I got… myself off… but I’m glad… you were there… you’re very… supportive…”

“You two are adorable,” a sarcastic voice drawled.

Steph and Cass scrambled apart, Steph moving to cover herself, Cass going for the nearest weapon. In this case, a phallic blunt object that had fallen at the foot of the bed.

Holly Robinson was bemused to have it pointed at her. “Under other circumstances, I would be so in to you propositioning me with that thing. It looked like a lot of fun.”

“I know you,” Steph said, now holding a bedsheet over herself while Cass stood in front of her, totally unconcerned with her own scarred nudity. “You’re one of Catwoman’s bitches!”

“Was that supposed to be a pun? They don’t call female cats ‘bitches,’ you know. It’s not, like, a wordplay.”

“What do you want?” Cass demanded, enunciating hard enough to make the dildo in her hand seem very much like a deadly weapon.

Holly actually raised her hands. “Relax, alright? I come in peace. I want to make a deal.”

“If Catwoman wants to make a deal, she can offer it to us herself.”

“That’s the point. It’s not her making the deal, just like it’s not Batman we’re making it with. This one’s between us on the bottom of the totem pole. The sidekicks.”

Steph patted Cass on the back. “Go get dressed. If she was going to fight us, she would’ve.”

“What about you?”

“Bring me some clothes too. Something cute, but not too showy. And remember, I’m a summer.”