Red XXX update

“I see that your face ended up alright.”

Sasha did a double-take. Jason Todd was in her apartment, holding her mask—the mask that had once been her face. She’d just gotten home from a spirited bout of day-drinking and there was her old mentor, or whatever you called the guy you were sidekick to. He was wearing his old Red Hood costume—the one with a jacket instead of a cape—and with the actual red hood under his arm, he looked normal enough for Gotham.

Now that she was out of her teens and without the Dollotron mask, Sasha looked better than most woman who’d never had nonconsensual cosmetic surgery. Her body was slender, with firm breasts and long legs. Her auburn hair had been dyed a deep black and now it rippled and shimmered and gleamed with its darkness. She wasn’t a supermodel—her nose was a little too short, her mouth a little too wide—but Jason had to say, she was worth the long wait of doing Leatherface cosplay.

“I heard about it from Duela Dent. Someone leading around Pyg’s old troop of Dollotrons, hiring them out as henchmen. Guess that’d be you. Clever. With the mask on, no one can tell you’re the leader. And, since you’re a hench wench with a degree of power, that makes you the obvious choice for this union they’re supposed to be cooking up.”

“What’s it to you?” Sasha asked, arms crossed imperiously. 

Jason had to laugh. Apparently he hadn’t been the best mentor—or whatever you call someone with a sidekick—but then, he hadn’t had the best teacher. “I’m hungry. Let’s get some lunch.”

Sasha followed him out obligingly, just like she was a kid again, wondering if this would be a business lunch or something else. The moment she’d walked in on him, she’d felt his eyes on her legs, her high heels and silk stockings.

Getting into his car, an old but well cared for Camaro, they drove off. Jason gently interrogated her about what’d happened to her since she’d left Gotham. Sasha, for her part, let her short skirt ride up over her knees until her creamy thighs were exposed. It wasn’t a move that was big on self-preservation, as Jason’s eyes hardly touched the road after that, but Sasha appreciated the attention. She’d always thought Jason might’ve made a pass at her if it weren’t for the fright mask.

“A union of hench wenches could be a goldmine of intelligence,” Jason said. “One spy with them could figure out what’s going on in every criminal operation in the city.”

“And what’s that worth to you?” Sasha asked.

“What’s your price?” Jason replied, putting his hand on her bare knee and squeezing lightly. 

“What’s your offer?” Sasha retorted.

Jason didn’t say a word, just kept driving with one hand and stroking her thigh with the other. Sasha drew in her breath as his hand moved higher. When his fingers reached her inner thigh, she knew she’d let him fuck her. When his hand went under her skirt, she knew she’d let him have her ass if he wanted it.

Finally, just as they pulled into the parking lot, his hand moved to her sex. She gasped softly as his fingers pressed through her nylon panties, touching her. In the sudden light of the restaurant’s neon sign, she could see that Jason had a hard-on bulging down the leg of his pants.

Jason didn’t turn the engine off. He left the car parked, engine rumbling and exhaust spewing smoke as he fondled and stroked the lips of her pussy. The vibration of the old car helped make her wet, drenching Sasha’s panties with her juices. She squirmed on the seat, watching the people through the windshield who were blindly leaving and entering the restaurant, having no idea of her ecstasy. Jason pushed his middle finger inside her and Sasha knew the shape of her orgasm, how glorious it would be.

He took his right hand away, using it instead to twist the ignition off. “Let’s eat,” he said.

Inside the restaurant, Jason asked for a booth. They sat next to each other on one side, their backs to the other patrons, their thighs touching as they faced nothing but seclusion.

They ordered rum and colas. Once the waitress had left, Jason’s hand was between Sasha’s legs again. She opened them to give him more room. This time he found her clit easily, having made it fat and stiff with arousal. Sasha moaned softly as he rubbed her right there.

“Jesus, Todd, I don’t know how much of that I can take!” she hissed.

“You’ll need to take a lot more. You’re not nearly wet enough to get my cock yet.”

Sasha grinned. She’d been somewhat in awe of him when he was her master, or whatever the word was. He was so impressive and… dark. Now that she was getting to know him as an adult, she realized he wasn’t broody at all. He was an animal that wanted to fuck as much as fight, and she liked fucking more than enough to let him have his way.

“Take your panties off,” he told her. “You can’t walk around in public with wet panties.”

Sasha nodded obediently, falling back into her old habit of instant submission to his commanding voice and knowledgeable demeanor. Getting up, she walked unsteadily to the ladies’ room. She didn’t know if it was the excitement making her dizzy or the drink. 

Inside the restroom, she locked herself in a booth and took off her panties, stuffing them in her purse. Then she wiped away the juices Jason had provoked from her—the first of many. When she was reasonably clean and dry, she flushed the tissue paper, then put her shoes back on and walked back to Jason.

He got up and directed her to the inside of the booth before pinning her in with his body, which she found comfortable. The waitress returned. Sasha took another sip of her drink while Jason ordered for both of them. He patted her knee and she felt the warmth of it all the way to her cunt, like her panties had provided a protective shield that no longer deterred his arousal from reaching her. 

Sasha suddenly felt shy. Jason wasn’t old enough to be her father, but he was considerably older than her nineteen years. Maybe that was why she felt such an attraction to him, then and now. He was both father figure and prospective lover, all the masculinity she could ask for rolled up into one dark, dangerous package.

The next thing she knew, his hand was under her skirt again. He felt her bare flesh, approvingly humming as his hand ran from one thigh to another without finding a stitch of clothing in between. 

“Good girl,” he smiled. “I wasn’t sure you’d do it, but you’ve become a real slut since I knew you last.”

Sasha relaxed into the heat of his intimate touch. It was so easy to go along with him, his drink, his voice. “What makes you think I wasn’t a slut to begin with, daddy?” she teased.

“If you were, I’d’ve fucked you back then.”

“Then I guess this is long overdue.”

“Take my cock out and you’ll see how long it is.”

Sasha giggled, her cheeks heating up. “Someone might see us…”

“You’re my sidekick. You have to do what I say. Put your hand in my pants and take my prick out. Here. I’ll fucking mentor you—“ 

He took her hand and put it on his groin. She felt his stiff, throbbing erection through his pants. With Jason radiating authority, she unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out to please him. She held it under the table. Her thumb was on his cockhead, feeling his precum seep out.

“That’s good, Scarlet. Have you been fucked yet or are you too virgin to take all that in your lovely cunt?”

She grinned, liking it when he called her by her pet name. “Anyone would be a virgin to that thing.”

Jason reached between her thighs again; she squirmed in her seat.

“Wet again,” he whispered. “Did it happen when you called me daddy or when I called you Scarlet?”

“I don’t know,” Sasha keened, a rush of pleasure moving up into her belly. “I just keep getting wetter and wetter.”

“Sounds like you could use a good hard fuck. There’s a motel near here, if you don’t mind everyone else in the place hearing you scream through the paper-thin walls.”

“I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me right here in front of everyone,” Sasha returned challengingly. 

Jason grinned. “Maybe if I hadn’t left my hood in the car. Once we get you in a proper costume again, I’ll fuck you on every rooftop in town. But as long as we’re doing this with no masks, might as well enjoy having a bed.”  The waitress approached with their food. Jason took his hand away from her cunt. “Now stop being a slut and eat something. This place isn’t cheap.”

Sasha managed to wait until the waitress had departed again before speaking, aware that Jason’s cock was still out, standing at attention right under the table. “You’re going to make me wait to fuck you until you eat?”

“Food’s served hot for a reason.”

“You can microwave it.”

“And I can fuck you in twenty minutes instead of ten. If you don’t like it, go to the motel right now and get us a room. It’ll save some time.”

Begrudgingly, Sasha picked up her knife and fork. 

“Say ‘thank you for the food, daddy.’”

Sasha felt a pulse of arousal go through her cunt as she considered it. “Thank you for the food, daddy.”

“You’re welcome, Scarlet. If you don’t want anything, I’ll eat it. I love this restaurant.”

***

Sasha had never done anything as normal as go to a motel with a man in her life. Before she’d become Scarlet, the boys she’d known couldn’t take her to motels. They made out with her in cars or when their parents were gone. Now, instead of seeming prosaic, the idea of going to a motel in the middle of the day excited her. There was something wanton about it that outweighed its seediness.

They checked in. The minutes flew by as Jason dealt with the clerk, then took her to the room. It surprised her. Not that it was glamorous, but it wasn’t sleazy or anything. It almost seemed antiseptic, with so many of its vitals wrapped in plastic for the new customer.

Jason locked the door. He pulled the shades down. Then he took off his jacket.

“Hold your skirt up. I want to see what I’ve been touching all afternoon.”

The way he said it aroused her, his voice husky and a little forceful. Sasha pulled her dress up to her waist and Jason’s eyes gleamed as they looked at her thick triangle of pubic hair.

“Good. Turn around. Let me see that nice ass of yours.”

Sasha slowly turned around, high heels clicking with each step, until she was showing him the plump curvature of her ass.

“Good,” Jason said. “Very good. Just a little big. I like ‘em like that. Now take your dress off, Scarlet. Now that I’ve seen the main features, the total package has to live up to expectations.”

Sasha kicked off her shoes, then slipped her dress down until it was off her legs. Jason stared at her breasts, watching them heave in Sasha’s lace half-bra. She unhooked it for him and he ran his hands over her tits, murmuring approval as he felt out their size and shape and texture. Sasha felt her nipples stinging with hardness and then Jason lowered his head to suck on each nipple in turn, making them stand out plump and stiff and throbbing harder than ever. Sasha almost fainted with the lust she experienced. She put her hand to Jason’s crotch and was gratified to find his hard cock seemed to hold as much desire as she was feeling.

“Yeah, you’re real hot, aren’t you, Scarlet?” Jason laughed. “Does Scarlet want daddy to take his big cock out for her?”

“Yes, please!” Sasha hissed, then she let out voice die down to a light whisper. “I wanna see daddy’s big dick so bad…”

“It’s only fair,” Jason said as he stripped, revealing his body to be in as good shape as the armor he wore over it. He was lean and hard-muscled, with his long cock as intimidating as the rest of him. Sasha stared at how it stood up between his legs. His cockhead was big and leaking precum, his balls swaying underneath. They were big too, like a promise of how thoroughly Sasha would be gifted with his cum when Jason finished with her.

Seeing his manhood, Sasha suddenly needed to suck it. She sat down on the bed and opened her mouth wide. Jason chuckled as he walked up to her, putting his hands on her head and holding her in place as he brought his cock up to her mouth.

“Suck for daddy,” he intoned.

Sasha smelled him, turned on by the masculine scent of his aroused cock. But Jason wasn’t waiting for her to give him a taste test. He lurched forward, driving his knob into the wide circle of her open lips. His thick shaft went in after it, sliding into her mouth to fill it with warm, pulsating meat. Inside her mouth, his prick was becoming more engorged by the moment. It throbbed against her tongue like the living thing it was.

His cockhead hit the back of her throat and Sasha thought she might gag, but the insistence with which Jason kept forcing his member past her lips demanded that she contain it. She relaxed her throat and let him ease his way into it. He kept pressing. Her throat muscles gurgled around the intrusion, but she took him in all the way. Slurping and swallowing until all of his length was in her gullet. Then he was pistoning his manhood in and out of her mouth, her throat, like a well-oiled machine at work.

Jason grunted, his eyes on fire as he watched his massive cock sliding into Sasha’s widely stretched lips. “Yeah… yeah,” he groaned, reaching down and lightly slapping her face as she took his cock. The bursts of carefully demeaning pain made Sasha mewl and moan around his dick. She loved the taste, the feel of his engorged prick going down her throat. 

On a deeper level, she loved how he treated her like she was nothing special, just a receptacle receiving his thrusts, a dirty hole he would use any way he saw fit. She didn’t want romance. She wanted this raw, animal thing, tasting his precum by swirling her tongue at his glans, pulling and sucking at his tip, until the taste was pure sex and she was nothing more than a cock holster he worked back and forth on his manhood.

Sometimes he would hold just his cockhead inside her mouth, letting her suck on his knob as hard as she could. Then, like she hadn’t done enough to pleasure his cock that way, he would pump himself the rest of the way into her mouth, noisily slapping her spittle out of her mouth with his cock’s wet pistoning.

“Good, Scarlet… daddy likes when his Scarlet is a good girl… good little cum dumpster for daddy to put his load in. How wet are you now, Scarlet? How much are you getting off on being daddy’s fuckhole?”

Jason held still, setting his hands on his hips as Sasha bobbed her head on his prick, her long hair flying wildly back and forth with the frenzied pistoning of her mouth. His cock throbbed strongly inside her mouth and Sasha thrilled at how much he was enjoying her sucking. That’s how she knew she wasn’t a whore. Whores didn’t enjoy it. She was a good girl. She liked this as much as Jason did.

Jason tangled his hands in her hand, petting her face, tracing how her cheeks and lips bulged around his intruding manhood. Then, gripping her by the throat, he forced her off him so she had to stare at the massive erection pointing at her, all of dripping with her saliva.

“Say it, Scarlet. Daddy likes giving his little girl presents when she’s good.”

Sasha looked up at him, her mouth still gaping open from how he’d fucked it. “I want your prick inside of me,” she cried. “I want daddy to fuck me hard!”

He pushed Sasha down on the bed. Her legs came up in the air and he grabbed them to hold against his shoulders. With her levered in place like that, he moved his hands down her legs until he was feeling her pert ass. He circled a hand around to her pussy and slapped it with the same dismissive callousness as he’d reddened her face when his cock was in it. 

Sasha moaned and writhed, getting more turned on as he reminded her of her place. She’d been his sidekick; now she was his slut. She would get no respect from him; she would only get his cock, get fucked as she desperately needed to be.

With one harsh slap, Jason made Sasha cry out in actual pain. Only then did he take his hand away, replacing it with his manhood. In one long, smooth motion he drove himself into her sex, grunting as her tightness accepted him. Sasha groaned as well, pulling him on top of her, her cunt muscles tightening to grip him tightly. Jason thrust into her regardless, making her moan with each pile-driving stroke, his balls slapping against her ass as if he were continuing to shower her with the disdain she craved from him. It made it all the more meaningful when he let her prove herself a good girl.

Jason pumped into her hard and fast, soon bringing her to the point of climax. It was only then, with Sasha’s eyes squeezed shut and her mouth open in an eternal cry of pleasure, that he pulled out of her. He grabbed her by the hair and wrenched her up, then rammed his cunt-wet manhood into her mouth all over again.

“You got your wet pussy all over daddy,” Jason intoned. “Daddy’s cock is all dirty now. Clean it up, Scarlet. Clean up your mess for daddy.”

Sasha trembled and moaned, already sucking his cock clean of her own flavor. She could taste both her arousal and his precum coating her tongue as she licked him. It turned her on fiercely. She felt her pussy still spasming even with nothing to fill it.

“Yeah, my prick’s nice and wet now, thanks to you. Think it’s wet enough for your tight little pussy to take it?” 

He pulled out of her mouth and slapped his erection against her cheek, marking it with her own warm saliva and his leaking precum. Then she was thrust back down onto her back, flipped over just as quickly, so she was on her belly and Jason was behind her. He grunted bestially as he drove himself into her still-splayed pussy.

“Take that cock!” he hissed. “Daddy has your pussy wrapped around his cock, so come for him, come like a good girl! Be a good Scarlet and come on daddy’s cock!”

Sasha went cross-eyed. She didn’t know if she was coming or not. It all felt so good. It all felt like she was a good girl.