Those Long Gotham Nights 3

“Alright then,” Diana fumed, shoving the wine right under her nose, “drink it!”

Audrey’s flailing body caught the wineglass, turning it over, pouring out its contents onto her chest.

Diana realized immediately what she’d done. She grabbed up a wad of napkins from the table and dabbed at Audrey’s chest, cleaning up what she could of the mess…

“Diana,” Audrey said firmly, “I think you’ve done enough.”

Diana’s lips parted in surprise, then her shoulders slumped. She didn’t want to make a scene, but she was drawing attention anyway. “I’ll go get some club soda,” she said. “Do you need anything else?”

“No. I think I have all I need,” Audrey said snidely.

Diana looked at Bruce with some disdain, like she wanted to say something disapproving but didn’t know quite how to say it. “Keep Audrey company,” she said ironically, and walked off.

As she left, Bruce pulled his leg away from Audrey’s sex. She cringed as his toe came out of her tight cunt, a thrill of pleasure going through her from the motion. Quickly making her want more.

Audrey rose from her seat. “I think I’ll go to the bathroom.” She ran a hand over her soaked chest. “And wash up. Mr. Wayne,” she trilled.

Bruce watched her go, hips swaying, ass displayed in almost all its plump grandeur. Under the table, he quickly pulled on shoes and socks, then got up to follow Audrey. 

He tracked her to one of the nice bathrooms, little one-person cubicles that were more like art installations than public restrooms. The tap was running. She wet her hands under the faucet but made no move to clean up her wet cleavage.

Bruce came in and shut the door behind him, throwing the bolt.

“What’s the big idea?” Bruce demanded of her. “I thought Diana was your friend. You’re treating her like garbage.”

“And she’s treating me like a child!” Audrey shot back. “Not that it’s any of your business. But then, I suppose it’s your fault.”

“My fault? What did I do?”

“Came between us,” Audrey cooed. “Friend or no, a woman can’t expect much sympathy when she’s one of two that like the same man.”

“Who says Diana likes me?” Bruce asked, startled, reflexively groping for his secret identity. Whatever Diana might feel for Batman, she and Bruce Wayne had nothing in common.

Audrey laughed. “It’s obvious. I’m surprised the two of you kept your hands off each other like enough to keep me company. But I won’t be such a stickler for the rules. All is fair in love and war.”

“And who says I like you?”

Audrey laughed again. “By all means, don’t like me. I don’t require you to. All you have to do is like my body.” She opened her dress up completely, allowing it to fall on the outsides of her cleavage. Both her breasts were exposed—ripe and luscious hills that demanded Bruce’s attention, his arousal. “Every man likes my body.”

“You think I’m involved with Diana and you want to fuck me?” Bruce raged. “I don’t care about your body. I don’t want you playing around in front of Diana, treating me like some stud you’re trying to pick up from a bar. That business under the table was shameful.”

“But I enjoyed it,” Audrey persisted. “And don’t you like knowing what a tight, wet pussy I have? Doesn’t it give you any ideas?” She rubbed at her left nipple, circling it into hardness. It still dripped with wine. “How about some wine?”

She cupped her breast and held it up to catch the light, forcing Bruce to focus on it. She knew his will was weakening. The bulge in his trousers could only be a raging erection. Audrey caressed it with her eyes, knowing she wouldn’t be able to get much of a look at it while it was shoved into her cunt.

“You just want to fuck me to get back at Diana—knowing her, for something that was probably your fault.”

Inwardly, Bruce cursed himself. He’d given away some of how well he knew Diana. But he couldn’t help it. Between how aroused he was and how angry Audrey had made him, his cover was slipping.

“So? Does that make my pussy any less wet?” Audrey drawled.

“Why would I care about that if I’m supposed to be fucking Wonder Woman?” he retorted.

Audrey’s brow furrowed with rage, but it didn’t dent her royal composure. She moved with liquid grace, actually taking Bruce by surprise as she whirled him against the bathroom counter and came down on his lap. Her weight forced Bruce to sit down beside the sink, Audrey straddling the thick bulge of his erection. It throbbed purposefully at her tight ass. She knew she could make him hers and she wanted him worse than ever for having denied her.

“Why don’t you lick my tit, then tell me you’d rather fuck Wonder Woman?”

Bruce didn’t want to—but at the same time, he needed to. He hated himself for his weakness, but he couldn’t think of anything else to do. He hadn’t looked at Diana’s slutty young friend and decided to fuck her, but now his cock stung with rigidness and he couldn’t avoid it.

He stretched out his tongue to underneath her full breast, tasting the acrid sweat that had gathered under its roundness. Bruce ran his tongue up until he reached the taste of wine. It bit into his tongue, melding with the honeyed taste of Audrey’s flesh to make his mouth water. He kept going, reaching her nipple, and Audrey went mad with sensation.

His tongue rasped roughly against the engorged flesh of her areola. He rolled the well-sized bud around like a marble, then sucked it hard. Caressing its pained sensitivity with his lips. His hard teeth gnawing at it. His nimble tongue soothing the burst of pain so that it cooled into pleasure. The pleasure became a need for more pleasure, a hunger for it that aroused Audrey utterly.

She was lost in how her body was responding to Bruce. His lips, his teeth, his tongue were all over her breast, but she wanted more from him. Bruce had to be fucking her. It wasn’t enough to be rocking against it, feeling its heat and hardness and throbbing passion through layers of cloth. Audrey needed it in her cunt, fucking her, maybe even stretching her—most of all, making her come.

“You like my tit, don’t you Bruce?” she cried. “You like fucking all of me!”

She kissed him, tasting the wine on his lips, warm from her own flesh, and it spurred her on. She forced open his lips with her own and invaded his mouth with her tongue. After that, he was hers and they both knew it. His mouth opened, letting the kiss continue, grow. Their tongues rolled over each other. Soon, they were both panting harshly, breathing each other in.

Bruce pulled back, out of breath, and got a look at Audrey that was more than he could stand. He looked at her succulent breasts, rising and falling rapidly, the nipples stiff with the desire he’d lavished upon them. The sculpted curves of pale white flesh were too tempting for him to deny himself. Bruce cupped them both in his hands, squeezing passionately. Audrey cooed and pushed her chest forward, into his palms. 

He caught the hard nubbin at the tip of her breast between his thumb and forefinger, then gave it a hard tweak. Audrey moaned. She kissed him even harder. Her desire was consuming her as much as Bruce’s was igniting in him.

The wetness being her thighs became all she could think about. Her legs opened, unconsciously spreading to the right and to the left to reveal that wetness to Bruce. The pink lips of her labia gleamed with dampness, dripped with it.

“Fuck me,” Audrey sighed, enjoying the sound of those uncouth words sliding out of her elegant mouth. “I want every inch of your cock inside me, all of it fucking my brains out, making me come until I can’t take anymore. Then fucking me some more.”

Bruce’s head twitched in something that was trying to be a shake of denial. “We shouldn’t be doing this…”

“Then why is your cock hard? Why is my pussy wet? You want me. You want my cunt to be yours—it is. Take it!”

She pulled him closer. Bruce’s wariness, his desire not to damage his relationship with Diana, could not compete with how his manhood swelled up. Audrey reached down under her body and between his legs to feel the tempered steel of his erection, hot as if fresh from the forge. A quick pull and his member was through his open fly. 

She guided it to her open cunt, a space that seemed far too small for such a massive erection, yet Audrey still needed every inch of his length. Her legs parted even more as she brought her ass up, then sank down on his weapon. She was wet enough for it to drive deep into her, both of them trembling to be joined.

Bruce just kept going into her, entering Audrey until the walls of her cunt were shaking, rioting with pain as they took the huge girth of his endowment. Bruce’s big hands—all of him was big, so big, dwarfing her tiny body—wrapped around her trim waist and he dragged her down on his erection with such force that it was thrilling, no matter how much it hurt. 

Bruce was even bigger than she had imagined. How Diana’s sweet lips must’ve strained to take this entire tool into her mouth! She couldn’t believe a single man was this long and this thick and this hard, so goddamn hard that it felt like he could fuck right through her!

Yet Bruce was.

Audrey swayed lightly back and forth, trying to ease the pain of being impaled on such a mammoth erection. But before she could grow used to the sensation—before those jagged spikes of feeling could lessen into the warm pleasure she sensed beneath them—Bruce unceremoniously dumped her onto the counter. The soap dishes and baskets of towels went flying. She was left bent over in front of the mirror, her vulnerable ass upturned to meet whatever Bruce wanted to do to it. And she needed him to do something with it!

Bruce moved behind her, spritzing his palm with hand sanitizer from the dispenser on the wall. “I’m not going to fuck that slutty cunt of yours,” he said coolly. “That’d be giving you just what you want. I’m going to do what I want. We’ll see if you like it—being the dirty little whore you’ve acted like. Yeah, we’ll see if you like my cock in your ass.”