Arkham Yum 2

Harley’s brow furrowed as she took his meaning. “What kind of question is that? What kind of girl do you think I am?”

Bruce blinked as if surprised by her reaction. “I thought you were a psychologist,” he said innocently. “Surely, for a woman of your skills, it would be easy to tell if I’m compensating for something or… not.”

Harley pressed her lips together. “Yeah. Yeah, sure. Easy.” Her eyes darted downward, glancing at his boxers. “Ha! You think you’re so special. You’re average, Wayne. Six inches, tops.”

Bruce shook his head slowly from side to side. “Guess again.”

“Seven inches.”

“Warmer.”

Harley jutted her chin out. “You making fun of me? You really saying you have eight inches?”

“I never said that,” Bruce protested. But then he flicked his eyes upward, like a subtle tell in a game of poker.

“Nine in—“ Harley began shrilly, before clapping a hand over her own mouth. She lowered her voice, like now they were discussing a secret. “Nine inches?” she whispered.

Bruce pursed his lips. “Warmer,” he said simply.

Harley burst out laughing. “Nope! No-no-no. You’re having me on. No way you have ten inches. No way.”

“You can check if you don’t believe me.” Bruce strained against the straitjacket for a moment. “I certainly won’t stop you.”

“You’re not ten inches long,” Harley insisted, eyes narrowing. “You just aren’t.”

“If you say so,” Bruce demurred. “You’re the smart one, after all. I’m sure they don’t just let anyone be a nurse at Arkham Asylum.”

“I’m a doctor.”

“I’m sure you were. And you probably did a really good job.”

Harley shook a fist at him. “I’m warning you! Quit lying to me! Yeah, sure, you had me going for a second, but now I’m certain. Six inches. That’s it.”

“Whatever you say.” Bruce looked away, making a big show of considering some water damage on the other side of the room.

Harley crept closer to him. “That’s it? ‘Whatever you say’? Aren’t you going to scream and shout about how you really do have ten inches?”

“No.” Bruce shrugged his shoulders. “I’m sure you would know better than I. I certainly don’t have a degree from—where’d you go to school?”

“Gotham University!”

Bruce hummed. “Never heard of it,” he said, sounding amused.

“It’s in Gotham!”

“Is it one of those correspondence course deals?”

A vein was throbbing in Harley’s neck. “Listen, Wayne, you’d better shut your yob! Because if I did yank down those pants and find out you’re lying to me—“

“I’m sure you wouldn’t,” Bruce said agreeably. “You’re probably right. Those correspondence courses get a bad rap, but obviously they’re just as good as a real college—”

“It’s not a correspondence course!”

“A night school then?” Bruce suggested.

Harley threw herself at him, grabbed two big handfuls of his boxers, and yanked them down around his ankles.

And her thoughts, clouded over with rage, suddenly raced with the sight of Bruce’s naked legs, his naked groin, his naked cock. His hard, lean frame now seemed to press down on her. She shut her eyes for a moment and could see what he looked like with his clothes off—the coarse black hair, bristling with masculinity over his broad muscles, taut muscles, coming to a climax with the crisp black hairs of his groin and the long, thick meat that was the peak of his manhood. 

On most other occasions, Harley would block out any dirty thoughts that tried to get into her almost-innocent head. They were, after all, usually of men other than the Joker. But now, suddenly, it was all alright. She felt like she’d given herself a buzz off of some nitrous oxide again, freeing herself to think about Bruce in terms of pure sex. The length and girth of his prick and how it would feel inside her cunt. That would be something—to have that beautiful cock inside her, spreading her sex beautifully all around it. Yes, it would be so good, so right, to have that big prick inside of her.

“Suffering Sappho…” Harley said at last, as shocked by the turn her thoughts had taken as by how thick and how long the erection that Bruce offered her was.

Bruce smiled proudly. “Not too shabby, is it? I’m rather fond of the old thing myself.”

He looked over the gasping Harley, seeing how aroused she was, how easily her feeble mind had been overwhelmed by the threat and the promise of his endowment. His own body knotted with tension, his pulse pounding through it like a drumbeat, making his cock throb with anticipation. Seducing her wouldn’t be so bad for him either.

“Blow me,” he said with soft command.

“What?” Harley’s question was so quiet that he barely heard it.

Bruce repeated himself firmly: “I said for you to blow me.”

Harley looked at his cock as if grasping it as a sexual object for the first time. Bruce saw her gulp. It would be a challenge even for her big mouth to summit, but Bruce was sure she’d find it irresistible. Already, she looked halfway hypnotized by the prospect of sucking him off.

“Go ahead. Blow me. Suck my cock until I come in your whore mouth,” Bruce said, packing suaveness and seduction into every gentle word, no matter how crudely they came together when Harley managed to process them. “You’re a slut, Harley. It’s time to act like a slut. And sluts suck cock. They swallow cum. Do it, Harley. You’ll never get another chance.”

Harley whimpered at the thought of being denied his cock, like she was on the verge of tears. It had been a long time since she had seen or touched a male member—longer since she had done either with someone other than the Joker. Now, as she bowed her head toward Bruce’s erection, her tart body filled with curiosity. The feel of Bruce’s cock in her mouth—the taste of his cum—it intrigued her as it would only intrigue a slut.

The prick filled her vision, impossibly long and thick. She wondered if it was fully erect—how big it might get before they were finished. Whether she would even be able to take it all if it got much bigger than this. Maybe she would choke on it. Wouldn’t that be a laugh; all the times Mistah J had threatened her and what finally took her out was a one-night stand with a big, fat, juicy dick…

Shyly, hesitantly, she reached for his manhood. She saw with wide eyes how massive it was in comparison to her soft hands; it dwarfed them. Harley had to force her slender fingers forward, inching closer and closer until they touched the flesh of his member. They trembled. His cock throbbed.

It surprised Harley how smooth, how silken the taut skin of Bruce’s cock was. There was something exciting about touching it—having it in her hand. Bruce told her what to do, his voice droning into her addled brain like the roar of a jetliner passing overhead.

“Yes… that’s good… touch it… caress it in your hands… you love how it feels, don’t you? Rub it… massage it… memorize how it fills your hands… you like having your fingers wrapped around it… you’ll like it even more when it’s in your mouth… ready to give you its cum… tasting as good as it feels…”

She more firmly took hold of it—covering the shaft with her closed hand, gently stroking her hand up and down its firm length. Instantly Harley felt his length swell even further with blood. It seemed to snap to attention in her grip. Excitement rippled through Harley, like the eagerness she felt in the turgid erection was being passed on to her.

“Go on.” Bruce spoke like the chords of an organ playing all around her, his calm voice melodious and deep. “Put it in your mouth. Suck on it.”

As if in a trance, Harley held tightly to his erect manhood while lowering herself down onto her knees. They sunk into the deep, soft cushions of the padded room. Now Bruce’s rigid shaft loomed over her, bare inches from her face. Huge, domineering, like an icon of aggressive masculinity for her to worship.

And like she was paying respectful homage to it, Harley reached with her other hand to cup his scrotum, kneading his balls in her left hand while grasping his stiff member in her right.

Part of her felt faint—afraid, doubtful, uncertain. But so much of her was actually eager to draw that huge masculine beast between her lips and taste the cum it would drown her in.

Mesmerized, she leaned forward until her parted lips were only a fraction of an inch from the burgeoning glans of his erection. She stared down at its throbbing, animalistic hardness for a long moment before her tongue slipped out of her mouth as if of its own accord. It touched the very tip of Bruce’s manhood.

“That’s it,” Bruce praised, his voice softening, cooing, filling her with the feeling that she’d done well—that she was going to be very well-rewarded for what she was doing. “Lick it now. Lick it all over.”

Harley did as she was told. She licked the knob of his huge shaft, tasted the precum that swamped his tip to welcome her tongue. Then, as if drawn by some compelling force, her tongue slid down the underside of his member, down the threaded vein that ran the length of his manhood, before coming back up to lap up a fresh dose of precum.

There, Harley paused. Bruce’s cock was flexing with arousal in her hand. His taste burned heavily on her tongue. She pumped her fingers up and down his length, smearing it with her own wet saliva. Then, giving into a compulsion, she bowed worshipfully to his manhood and took as much of him as she could inside her ruby-red lips.

His cock filled her mouth utterly. Harley couldn’t have imagined how satisfying it was to have her mouth, throat, gullet actually stretched around his erection—an Ouroboros of lust—she hardened him and his hardness made her aroused and her aroused sucking made him even harder. 

She suckled on him tenderly, as if fearing the reaction she might get if she solicited Bruce’s passion too greedily. Her left hand caressed the heavy flesh of his scrotum, the engorged firmness of his balls. They pulsed like she did.

Harley brought her mouth down on Bruce’s cock as far as she could go, then pulled back. Her right hand hung on to the base of his prick. Subconsciously, she feared its massive size. With her hand wrapped around it, she knew he couldn’t thrust himself down her throat—make her gag on his fat cock.

With Bruce’s prick in her mouth, Harley felt like she could taste his lust itself. It tasted good. Harley hummed to herself as she rolled her tongue all over his manhood. She knew from her college years, passing her classes on her back, that the vibrations of her cheeks and lips would add to Bruce’s satisfaction. She kept sliding her mouth back and forth on his shaft, gulping down all but the impossible fraction of his length that her right hand covered.

“That’s good,” she heard Bruce say. His words swam with ecstasy inside her drugged mind. “Suck me dry, Harley. Suck it all out of me.”

Her head pitched up and down more rapidly, spurred on by his words. She paused only to roll her tongue around his cockhead, her right hand pumping his shaft. Bruce grew more eager himself, pumping his hips into the pleasure her mouth offered, grunting as he did so, but still speaking the cool, soothing words that somehow flared Harley’s lust more than anything: “Good girl. Suck. Swallow. Be my slut.”

When she had almost grown used to how hard Bruce’s cock throbbed with need, with its demand for satisfaction, Harley suddenly felt an explosive spasm quake through the length of his erection. Almost shaking off both her right hand and her mouth where it collared his length. Then his potent ejaculation burst into her mouth with such violence that she gagged on it, the vast flood of his semen washing out of her lips and running down her chin.

Barely, Harley managed to accept his gushing offering. She locked her lips around his manhood and forced herself to swallow, swallow, swallow, pulling all she could of his semen down her throat before it could escape her overflowing mouth. She seemed addicted to it, driven to gulp down as much as she could, like her life depended on it.

Bruce came for almost a full minute before he was done. Now totally dazed, Harley worked her way up onto weak legs. She teetered drunkenly over Bruce, his cum on her lips marking where he’d claimed her mouth.

“I thought you were going to take it all, Harley,” Bruce said pedantically, as if gently correcting an oversight on her part. Magnanimously forgiving a stupid mistake. “Why are you standing up? You’re not done sucking cock, are you?”

Harley stood there, wobbling for a long moment. “I… I… you came… I made you… you can’t still be…” Then she fell to her knees. Her head flew forward, mouth latching onto Bruce’s cock. It was still hard. It had not diminished an inch.

Bruce’s head drifted back. He relished the sensation of Harley’s warm, moist tongue as it swept his cock clean of the cooling semen left over from the first round. More precum flooded the length of his prick, spilled into Harley’s mouth when she laid a sucking kiss on his glans.

Harley wrapped her left hand around the base of Bruce’s manhood; the right had gone numb. She slid her mouth over his cock: tip, glans, collar, shaft. With him between her lips, she ran her tongue along the underside of his prick, licking away dollops of seeping cum. Her lips closed around his knob, sucking up another dose of precum. Then she thrust herself downward, pumping his knob into the back of her mouth.

Bruce had allowed himself to luxuriate in the pleasure of Harley’s lips, and his mastery over her, for long enough. He looked down the length of his body and saw how his cock vanished into Harley’s opaled lips. She rested her elbows on his thighs, both hands on the base of his prick to steady it as she filled her mouth with its immensity.

The sight of her so gluttonously devouring him stirred the cum from Bruce’s still-bloated balls. “You know what you are, Harley? You’re a cocksucker. That’s all you are. You suck cock, Harley. You love sucking cock. You love being a cocksucker. And you’re gonna love when I come in your mouth again.”

Harley didn’t take her mouth away from his cock long enough to answer, but Bruce could see the tension knotting her shoulders. She whimpered and took more of his cock between her lips. Her stomach heaved as she choked on his massive erection, lips pulled taut around the bulk of his girth. Her jaws forced far apart by how hard he was.

Her tongue stroked along the throbbing veins of his shaft, heated and hurried the blood pounding through them, and as if following that burning blood, she bobbed her head up and down in his lap. Soft fingers squeezed and rolled his balls as she sucked him.

Bruce was ready to come. His semen felt like lava churning inside him. His balls drew up tightly in his scrotum and he felt his ejaculation peaking as inevitably as a wave would crash down on a shore.

“GGURGH! SUCK!”

As he erupted, he thrust out with his hips. Harley held herself in place so the motion jammed her head down on his manhood. Bruce threw his own head back, staring blankly up at the ceiling as he offered his cum to Harley’s sucking, swallowing hunger. Thick spurts flew from his cockhead, liquid solid evidence of his rapture being gulped down Harley’s throat.

Her tongue massaged his prick, already begging for more of his seed even as she swallowed wave after wave of his creamy spurts. She took her hands away and forced herself down even harder onto his cock, hugging his waist, taking almost all of him into her throat, her gullet, in her desperation to have more and more of his seed. Her throat gurgled, roiling around his heaving erection. Harley gagged, unable to swallow it all, the excess trailing out of her nostrils and washing out of her packed mouth. 

Finally, Bruce was done. This time, his ejaculation had lasted over a minute. In her hypnotized zeal to please him, Harley had taken it all with only a single breath. Now she slumped down on his softening erection, breathing around its presence in her throat, as though waiting for yet another encore.

“That was good, Harley,” Bruce cooed, speaking softly, but with vulgar intensity. “You were a good little cocksucker. Now it’s time to untie me. I want you to be a good girl and take this straitjacket off. Then there will be nothing between us. I’ll fuck you like you deserve—thank you for that wonderful blowjob you gave me. Wouldn’t you like that, Harley? Harley?”

A long snore billowed out of Harley. She was actually unconscious—knocked out by the lack of air as she swallowed and swallowed and swallowed his cum.

“You sure have a way with the ladies, Brucie. That bitch is dead on her feet… or at least on her knees.”

Bruce looked up, to notice for the first time the presence that had slipped into the room with them. Only one person in Arkham could sneak up on him that way, even in the midst of enjoying Harley’s mouth.

Selina Kyle.