Arkham Heat
Friday 2350 Hrs
Jesus Christ, please let it rain a little harder for me? I guess it was fucking rainy season in Gotham because it hasn't stopped in the last 5 days. News said it was because Mr. Freeze was messing around with the weather about a week ago and before Bathunk stopped him he managed to screw up the clouds or something stupid like that. Men just couldn't let things be could they? I flexed slowly in my precarious position, precarious for a number of reasons.
One, I was on a boat. And what are boats usually on top of? That's right, bodies of water. And what do cats hate more than aggressive children? Freakin water and the rain wasn't helping my mood.
Two, the boat I was on happened to be heading full steam towards a cargo barge in the bay of Gotham. And on this little tug boat were 5 of Riddler's goons armed with various firearms.
Why are you on a tug-boat on its way to a cargo barge in the bay you might be wondering? Well if you had any common sense you'd wonder why anyway. It's because rumor has it that good ole Nigma was importing some special emerald in his ever fruitless battle against Batman. I shifted slightly again, the rain was light but relentless. I hugged tight to the roof of the main cabin; there wasn't much choice when it came to hiding on this floating piece of crap. It was either the roof in the rain or under the deck in a box or something. Yeah fuck that noise.
We weren't far from the barge, just a few more minutes of getting rained on before I reach my prize.
"Why the hell does Riddler have us all they out here?" One of the thugs grumbled to his compatriots, taking a long drag from a cigarette while cradling his rifle. His fashion sense made my eyes hurt, I doubt he'd ever ridden a bike or horse in his life yet he wore a biker's vest, jeans, spurs and a cowboy hat. Uggh.
"I know, I friggin hate the water." Another thug grumbled.
"Think about it dumbass, what always happens on these type of deals?" The head honcho said as he tried to keep his cigarette dry. "Batman that's who. There's no way he can reach us out here cuz there's no buildings… and uh stuff for him to use."
If only they knew how wrong they were… Remaining in position for another 5 minutes, I slowly rose up on my haunches as we began passing the nose of the ship. As the tug-boat slid underneath the anchor I quietly jumped up and latched onto the submerged device. Quickly scaling the rattling chain, I reached the deck of the ship and rolled into cover. You can never be too cautious; I've been caught by unsavory people way too much for my liking.
Once I was certain no one had witnessed or heard my ascent I began leaping silently from one perch to another until I was at the highest point on the ship, right above the bridge. The Riddler really spared little expense this time, there were a lot of guards walkin' around on the deck and judging from the noise coming from the far end of the ship, throwing a party as well. According to my source however the item I was after was below deck in the cargo hold. Sucking in a deep breath, I zipped my suit all the way up, fastened my collar and dropped my goggles.
It's go time Nigma.
Leaping from the roof of the bridge, I jumped from railing to railing, quickly descending to the deck of the ship. There was a hatch pretty close to my position if I remember the schematics right. The main thing would be making sure not to trip any alarms however. Sticking to the wall, I quickly located a door and slipped inside the already parted opening. As I headed in the direction of the hatch that'd take me below neck I heard a rush of footsteps coming directly at me!
Remaining calm I ran jumped off of a fire extinguisher then a stack of wooden crates, hiding myself in an open vent.
"Come on, hurry up! The new shift is here lets blow this shit-show and get back to dry land!" One deep-voiced thug yelled.
"Hell yeah!" Came the chorus as a group of about 8 armed men ran pass the vent I was hiding in.
Looking behind me, I was pleasantly surprised to discover that the vent dropped down far. They probably go all the way to the bottom of the ship if I was lucky. Screw creeping around in the corridors, the vents are much safer. Retracting my claws, I placed my palms on either side of the shaft and slowly slid down the chute into the belly of the ship. Now at the bottom of the chute, I slowly unscrewed the old rusted bolts holding the grate in place and then crawled out.
The cargo bay of the ship was bathed in a dark green light. Mountains and mazes of crate filled the large space under the skin of the ship. They all sported Nigma's signature in the form of a green question mark. This was probably another large shipment of trophies for Batman to solve and find all over Gotham. Great, more sleepless nights for the Bathunk means more nights he won't try to stop me from stealing valuable artifacts… like the one I'm about to steal.
I quickly located which crate had my name on it; it was the one with guards of course. Smiling, I surveyed the area around it planning my avenue of attack. There were two guards with rifles right in front of the crate and 5 roaming around in the maze surrounding my prize. This was gonna be too easy.
Jumping from crate to crate to stay above the morons, I began taking them out silently one by one. It wasn't even a full minute before the only 2 left conscious were the idiots standing in front of the absurdly large crate. Fortunately for them I had no need to take them out. Through some favors of mine I managed to get my paws on some gum. However not just any gum, gum that turned highly acidic once wet. Popping the strawberry flavored tool in my mouth I chewed for a few seconds then pulled it out as it began to sizzle.
Placing the gum on the top of the crate, I watched as it quickly burned through the wood. Jumping into the manhole sized opening, I landed silently inside the crate and laid eyes on my prize. Just like everything else it was green, an emerald the size of my freakin fist! Oh I was getting wet just thinking about getting it home! And of course in my excitement I totally forgot this was the Riddler I was dealing with.
Grabbing hold of the emerald, which lay on a pile of plush pillows, I heard a sharp whine like electricity building up and then I was flying through the air. I lost consciousness for a few moments, long enough for me to smash through the crate and hit the deck in several places before rolling to a stop on the unforgiving cargo deck.
Groaning, I struggled to roll over onto my stomach woodchip cuts in my sides and legs. Cracking one eye open and then another, I saw two things immediately. First was the red strobe on the ship alarm and secondly was the emerald being absorbed straight through my suit into my palm. I don't know if I sustained some serious head damage or something, but I swear my veins were glowing green!
Pushing myself to my hands and knees, I tried to get up with little success. Everything hurt, the light strobing hurt my eyes, my ears were still ringing and I could hear yelling. Yelling?
Out of nowhere a foot connected with my chest sending me to the ground once more. The ringing dulled just enough for me to distinguish words from the yelling.
"I got you now Catwoman!"
A pair of large hands grabbed me by my shoulders and hauled me to my feet. The room finally stopped spinning and I was able to focus my vision just as the thug cocked back to sock me in my face. Adrenaline shooting through my body I brought my hand up and blocked his blow, simultaneously bringing both my feet up and kicked him in his chest. Landing on my feet, I shook my head, the sharp pain dulling long enough for me to get moving.
Stumbling forward, I saw a group of thugs ride the elevator down into the cargo bay, accompanied by a Brute. Going back the way I came, I crawled into the vent as they began searching for me. Using my whip I quickly ascended to the very top, passing by where I entered the vent system when I saw a pair of boots standing there. A trickle of blood ran down my face from a cut on my cheek, pissing me off more than hurting me.
The vent came to a stop at the highest point which was at the bridge. There I heard a very distinctive whiney voice that made my blood boil.
"What do you mean she's not down there!? FIND HER!" Riddler screamed into the PA system. "Don't let her escape with my emerald you incompetent Neanderthals!"
With a yell he slammed the receiver down onto its base. I could sneak out while he's distracted with trying to find me… or I could humiliate the ego-centric asshole further. I think we both know what the logical choice is and we both know I don't care. Crawling out the vent, I made no attempt to hide my presence as I sauntered up to Edward Nigma, grabbed the back of his head and slammed it once, twice and three times into the electronic switchboard.
Letting the moron crumple to the deck, I turned my nose and carried myself out of the room feeling slightly better about the botched heist. Escaping on The Riddler's private jet-ski I headed back to the mainland with a couple things running through my mind, the emerald at the front.
"What happened back there?" I murmured to myself as I traipsed along the rooftops on the way back to my apartment.
I had grabbed the emerald, something through me back with A LOT of force… and then when I came to the emerald was being absorbed into my skin. There's no way, I must've hit my head on something surely. Had to be.
Shaking my head for the umpteenth time tonight, I slipped into my window and locked it behind me. Shedding my suit and leaving it on the floor, I slipped into a plain black t-shirt and my favorite black thong before sliding under my covers. My head was killing me and there were plenty of jobs behind me that didn't work out. This one was no different; just a little set-back is all… Just a little hiccup.
Saturday 1930
Groaning, I felt my mind slowly wake itself up as the sun began to set. I could tell when the sun was going down just because that's how my body worked now. Rubbing the crust out of my eyes, I cracked them open in time to catch the setting sun out my window. The red orb was already half-way hidden behind the skyline of Gotham, this town will swallow any source of light if you give it enough time.
Yawning I stretched out in my lack-luster bed, sending cats scattering everywhere. What a minute… something didn't feel quite right. Sitting there underneath the covers was a kitten sitting straight up creating an obvious tent in the silk sheet.
"Stupid cat..." I chuckled as I pulled back the shee- "WHAT THE FUCKING SHIT!?"
I screamed my shock only surpassed by the pitch of my voice. Attached to my crotch was a dick if I ever saw one. I knew it was attached because I could fucking feel it twitching ever so often which was weird as fuck to say the least. Freaking out I jumped to my feet, struggling to figure out how this could've happened. It wasn't like I normally grew a dick, not that I would've mind having a penis every once in a while…
My mind went back to my past activities and suddenly I remembered.
"Riddler's emerald!" I said aloud, cursing Nigma's name shortly afterwards. That damn bastard did this to me and whether it was intentional or unintentional he was going get his due.
First things first though, what the fuck was I supposed to do with this? I sat up on the edge of my bed, staring at my new appendage. It stuck out obtusely from my thong, the material pinching against what I presumed to be my balls. I knew how dicks worked but I wasn't quite sure what to do here. I mean does it go down by itself? How long does that take? Reach out slowly I grabbed the shaft of my member with a firm grip.
"Oh shit!" I said aloud in surprise, that felt fucking good!
Quickly sliding out of my thong, I slowly slid my hand up and down my dick. The fucking thing was spazzing out in my hand; it was like it had its own heartbeat not to mention it felt fucking fantastic. No wonder I always caught guys with their pants around their ankles, this felt so much better than using a vibrator. One hand around my cock and the other fondling my breast under my shirt I could feel sparks of electricity running through my body from my head to my feet.
Beads of precum rolled out of the tip of my cock so I collected them in my hand and used it as lube. Droplets of sweat began to form on my skin as I began to pick up the pace, my hand flying up and down my member.
"Come-on" I grunted, my voice surprisingly low and husky "It's just like jerking a guy off… except in reverse."
I licked my lips intently, biting my bottom lip in concentration. My shirt was sticking to my skin but I was too into my dick to pause long enough to do so. Experimenting, I moved my left hand from my breast to my rather large balls swinging freely below my member. Falling backwards onto my bed, I felt myself dissolving in the pool of sensation and pleasure. Right on cue, the bitchy neighbor below me starts moaning like the bitch she is. She's probably letting some random dude plow her while her boyfriend is out like usual.
"Fuck. Shit." I grunted, squeezing my balls as my thoughts turned to what it'd be like to actually have sex with a female.
If jerking off is this great, I wonder what a pussy feels like! Feeling something weird going on down below I closed my eyes hard and imagined that it was me get my dick rode by the busty blonde. Using both hands, I furiously stroked myself to a violent and surprising climax.
"AHHHHH!" I screamed my cock swelling before I busted a nut into the air.
A hot strand of jizz flew up and then came right back down on my stomach and tits. I continued to cry out, my back arching as the feeling of electricity ran through my spine. I blacked out for a few seconds, my cock still spazzing spurting out jizz all over my bed.
Coming down from my orgasmic high, I slowly opened my eyes breathing heavily. From the sounds of bitching going on below me, the guy didn't have very much stamina. I felt tired all of a sudden; do all guys feel like this after sex? I didn't even realize how much effort it was for them, shit.
Closing my eyes I rested for 10 minutes, regaining my spent strength. After that I sat up and took off my sweaty shirt. Cats were jumping onto the bed, licking at the jizz stains on the sheets.
"Idiots, that's not the kind of milk you want." I groaned, stretching my muscles.
Tonight was already booked; I didn't have time to find Riddler right away. There's some shit going down at one of Penguin's warehouses and I intended to find out what and if possible steal shit. However before I get dressed, I need to find a ruler or something. I may be a lot of things and vain is definitely one of them.
Later that night and Elsewhere
It was no longer raining thank god. There air was hot and sticky but now the ledges and poles weren't slippery to the touch which made getting around a hell of a lot easier. Also my extra appendage was taking some getting used to. I was so use to not having anything there I had unfortunately scraped against and bumped into several poles and ledges with my cock leading to painful outcomes. It also didn't help that I had the libido of a horny 18 year old; every time I passed a window with a half-naked female of fuckable qualities I almost instantly popped a boner. Being a guy must be pretty damn hard, no pun intended.
Hopping down onto the fire escape, I quietly navigated my way down 8 flights as Penguin's thugs loaded up a van in the alley below.
"Hey hurry it up bozos; we need to get the crates there ASAP." The head thug in charge grunted at his workers.
The crates were wooden and marked with Cobblepott's symbol. There weren't many however which was good for me. Quality over quantity after all. Pulling my googles down over my eyes, I examined the crate and discovered that they were lined with lead.
"Bingo." I smiled.
Nobody goes through that much trouble for something that's not worth stealing. Reaching the bottom of the fire escape, I silently jumped onto the railing, now only 15 feet off the ground. Nearby, cars whizzed back and forth on the highway covering any sounds I may make.
"Last one." The well-dressed thug grunted, sliding the crate further into the van.
"Good, here's your cut. Don't go to that strip club you went to last time, they fucking ripped you off." The boss thug said, adjusting his suit and pulling out a wad of cash at the same time.
"Yeah-yeah." The working thug grumbled, snatching the cash and pocketing it.
The boss thug and the other 2 workers entered the van soon after their smoke break was over. The moment the doors closed, I pounced on the remaining thug slamming into him from above. He cried out in surprise but he was already done for. Using his falling momentum, I flipped over him, grabbed his shoulders and threw him into the dumpster. Chuckling I pocketed the cash that I had lifted off of him just as the van began to pull off.
Running I pounced onto an A/C unit and jumped on top of the van, my claws digging into the roof. Flattening myself on the roof, I relaxed and enjoyed the ride.
"Hey boss, I think something hopped onto the roof." One of the lower-thugs stated.
"Don't worry about it; it's probably a cat or something." The Boss grumbled, puffing on a cigar.
"Yeah, probably." The thug said to himself more than anyone as he leaned back onto the bed of crates.
"What are you doing you nincompoop!?" The other thug yelled at him causing him to jump up in surprise. "Don't sit on the fucking merchandise!"
"Yeah-yeah" Joe grumbled, he really hated working for the Penguin.
I tell you what, listening to the asinine drivel of a bunch of single IQ meat-heads had to be the 3rd layer of hell for sure. On top of that, the driver seemed to enjoy taking the fucking scenic route to where they were going leaving my stuck on top of the van for about 25 minutes while the dick-heads inside talked about the tits on some waitress.
Finally after an eternity we reached the harbor which housed a collection of big storage warehouses. As the van coasted to a stop, I quietly detached from the roof and pounced onto a lattice of metal beams criss- crossing the area. I could point out the mark from a mile away; it was the only building with a sniper atop of it and Uzi carrying thugs patrolling the perimeter. Smirking I advanced quickly over the rooftops, moving on all fours to keep a low profile.
"Idiots never look up." I said quietly to myself as I dove from one warehouse to another with ease.
Reaching my target, I slowly crept up behind the sniper who was dead asleep, snoring and everything. He was wearing para-military gear, a black ski-mask, black shirt and jacket, black cargo pants. The typical, look at me I'm a hired gun get-up. Picking up a rusty wrench off the roof, I swiftly clocked the sleeping would-be guard in the back of the head making sure he slept for a while. Pulling the limp body away from the roof, I peered over the edge as the front doors slid shut with a clattering bang.
There were at least 10 heavily armed guards walking around down there, definitely a no go. Luckily for me there was a backdoor entrance in the form of a small skylight over an office. From what I could observe the office was empty but the window was locked. No problem however, unsheathing my claws I carved a circular hole in the window. Popping the glass hole free, I stuck my hand through and unlocked the window from within.
Dropping down, I landed on all fours and quickly took in the room. It was your standard warehouse office, buncha filing cabinets, desk, chair, pinups and even a dart board. Flicking off the light, I looked out the window that overlooked the factory. The van had just finished unloading and was pulling off, taking with it several guards which just made my job easier.
There was a platform in the center of the room which housed my crates, a stockpile of weapons and… Was that Harley?
"What the fuck?" I breathed out, confused as to why the crazy bitch was here.
Upon closer examination with my goggles I noted that she was tied up, gagged and blinded with a bandanna. So she wasn't here of her own free will, but still this shit made no sense. I tried to tear my eyes away but they were glued to those fucking huge ass knockers of hers! Has she always had such a rack? Shaking my head free, I stood up and realized that my new addition had stood up as well.
Its outline was clearly visible against the spandex of my skin tight suit, running down my right pants leg.
"Fuck." I clenched my teeth; I didn't have time to deal with this right now.
Jumping out the window, I landed as softly as I could, my movement restricted by my cock. Rolling behind a stack of crates, I winced in the process. My movement was definitely limited until I figured out a way to fix this. Luck was on the cat's side tonight however, the majority of guards had left with the van so the warehouse was on a skeleton crew of 3 dudes. Tactically assessing the situation I began taking out the bumbling buffoons one by one.
Taking pick up a small piece of wood covered in dust, I peeked out from behind my cover before tossing into the shadows. The distraction hit a metal pole and clattered to the floor, insanely loud in the large room.
"What the fuck was that?" The thugs perked up from their intense game of cards.
"I dunno, it was probably a car or something. Newbie check it out."
One of the mask thugs got up, presumably the "newbie", and began strolling towards where I threw the piece of wood. He didn't even notice me as he strolled by, unknowingly putting a stack of crates between him and his buddies. Crawling up silently behind the newbie, I lifted my leg up and swiftly wrapped it around his neck, falling backwards as he came to the ground. My muscles became like steel as he panicked and struggled to pry my leg off of his airway but to no avail. In a couple seconds he was out like a baby.
Dragging him off, I dumped him in a metal container out of the way before addressing the two remaining thugs from a different angle.
"Hey newbie, it's your turn!" They called out into the darkness but got no response. "Hey Harry go check it out."
Suddenly warry, they picked up their AKs, their gaze flicking back and forth looking for something out of the ordinary. Harry followed the newbie's path into the shadows while the head thug stood by the table and Harley watching his back. Unfortunately for him, no one was watching his back!
Quickly mounting the head thug from behind, I swung around so that I was practically wrapped around his head before throwing him to the ground and rolling on top of him. My crotch being in his face was less a problem for me and more a problem for him as I suffocated him into unconsciousness. Moving quickly I crawled up behind contestant #3 I swiped his legs out from underneath him, causing him to cry out as he fell out his back. His cry was short-lived however I performed an elegant front flip and landed on his head, knocking him out as a result.
It was like taking candy from a baby…
Swaying hips from side to side in glee, I approached the stage to claim my prize. One of the crates had been cracked open revealing the beautiful, expensive, invaluable Germanic Cat jewelry set. It was rumored that the jewelry had been plundered from Germania back in the days of the Roman Empire and everywhere it went it went together, never separating.
Gently picking up my prize, I ran my hands over it carefully. I couldn't help but notice however that the thug's guest had been woken by the commotion and was struggling in her binds, her gag disabling her ability to speak. She was wearing her classic getup, the black and red corset with black and red stockings and arm-sleeves. Gee I wondered what her favorite colors were? Her hair looked like it had just recently been done, one pigtail a vivid pink and the other a loud blue. The same with the makeup around her eyes. The way her legs were tied to the chair left them wide open so I could easily see her (you guessed it) red and black leather panties with a zipper for easy access for "Mistah J" I assumed.
Suddenly I became painfully aware of my little distraction as it throbbed painfully within the confines of my suit. I mean the artifacts weren't going anywhere and I was really curious as to why Harley was tied up in one if Penguin's warehouses. Moving of its own accord, my body carried me over to the fully awake, tied and gagged Harley Quinn. Looking down at her I couldn't help but admire her tits which were glistening with sweat from the hot midnight heat.
Leaning forward, I carefully removed the gag that was in her mouth and almost instantly regretted it.
"Oh Mistah Jay!" Harley squealed loudly, her high pitched voice bouncing off the warehouse walls and causing me to jump. "I knew you'd take care of those thugs. Who knows what they would've done to me?"
She rocked back and forth in her chair, her tits jiggling excited because why the fuck would she wear a bra of course. She continued to babble endlessly, talking about how she got kidnapped while out running errands or some shit. While she monologue I reached up and grabbed my suits zipper and slowly began dragging it down until it came to a stop at my crotch. Without thinking I reached into my suit and grasped my cock before whipping it out, sending drops of precum flying every which way.
It was malleable when I jerked off earlier, but now it felt like a fucking unyielding steel beam with all the blood rushing through it. From balls to tip it was a thick as fuck 8 inches, like I could wrap my hand all the way around the thing. Also amazingly it stood almost straight up, running almost parallel with my stomach by itself. Holding my cock firmly I pointed it at Harley's yapping mouth, my heart going a thousand miles per hour. I had fucked plenty of guys, but I had never been on the giving end of the dick needless to say.
My balls clenched in almost anticipation as I readied my and slowly presented my cock to the still blindfolded woman. She smelled me before I could even get too close; the mustiness of my cock must've been pretty damn strong.
"O-oh wow Mr. Jay, you w-wanna do it right h-here?" Harley blushed, her excess yapping momentarily halted.
I responded in kind by rubbing my cock against her cheek as if to say "Well? Open up." And like clockwork she opened her mouth and stuck her tongue, licking her lips greedily. Excited beyond belief at the possibilities before me, I slowly began feeding her my cock.
I couldn't help but flinch as my glands brushed against her lips and she suddenly lunged forward to gobble as much of my cock up as possible in her hot wet orifice of a mouth. She retreated gagging soon after though much to my disappointment.
"W-when did you get so friggin big Mr. Jay?"
I didn't give her time to think, I hurried plug her noise hole with my cock, groaning deeply under my breath as hesitated for a moment and then began to suck me off. Till this fucking I still maintain that getting my dick sucked by Harley Quinn was one of the single hottest moments of my entire life. I had no idea fellatio felt this good! It was like my cock was melting in her skilled mouth, her head bobbing up and down taking my rock hard dick with relative ease. Her tongue curled around my member as she held it in her mouth, skillfully getting her saliva all over and then some.
I couldn't even control what my body was doing anymore it was like I was in auto-pilot as she slobbered all over my knob. It was all that I could do to keep myself from coming on the spot. I hated when guys came to fast but I had no idea it felt like this!
"Oh you taste better than usual Mr. Jay!" Harley groaned, a little puddle growing in her chair just from the excitement of blowing me. "P-puhlease untie my hands! I promise I won't take the blindfold off!"
I should've hesitated but the prospect of the experienced fellatio expert upping her game was just too tantalizing to bear. Plunging further down her throat I leaned forward and cut the rope binding her hands to the chair with my claws. Instantly her hands whipped up and ripped the blindfold from her eyes, should've seen that coming.
"I knew you're not Mistah- what the fuck!?" Harley's eyes went wide as she discovered who'd she been so diligently blowing and I could tell she was several stages of confused.
Using her confusion to my advantage I quickly shoved my dick in her mouth to shut her up.
"Stop fucking talking and just suck my dick." I commanded, using her pigtails as leverage to keep my cock in place. "If you're a good girl I'll show you some things you wouldn't have thought possible with the human body."
Using all my strength I began fucking her face as violently and as forcefully as possible. The sound of the clown bitch gagging and chocking on my schlong was like music to my ears and her throat felt amazing as well. Fuck stealing shit, I'm just gonna go around sticking my dick down bitches throats from now on!
Harley endured her face-fucking with surprisingly little resistance, she had placed her hands on my thighs but that was about it. She had made no effort to push me away which served to only egg me on more. Pulling my cock out, I smirked as she began coughing violently as she sucked in air. Giving her little reprieve I yanked her head back up and shoved my cock into her annoying little gob once more.
"How does my fucking dick taste Harley? Huh, is-it-good-bitch?!" I punctuated each syllable with a thrust, making sure she felt every inch of my cock. "Do that fucking tongue thing you were doing earlier." I ordered, after fucking her face for a while longer.
Pulling out, thick lines of saliva and precum clung to my cock and her face as coughed. Her eyes glazed in confusion and lust, she seized my cock and dove onto eagerly leaning forward in her chair to take my meat into her mouth. Her tongue was amazing as it swirled around my glands, working its way down my shaft quickly and deliberately. Even with her amazing tongue I could hear her moaning as she fingered wildly with her free hand and whatever part of my cock she wasn't sucking she stroked with her other hand.
"Ahh fuck- Ah shit!" I grunted as I felt my balls clenching up.
I don't know if she heard my tell-tale warnings but she could sure as hell feel it as my cock swelled immensely, easily filling her mouth. Instead of pulling out like I thought she would the crazy bitch impaled herself on my shaft, cock completely down her throat! Grunting like an animal I could her tongue caressing my balls as I shot my first thick load down her throat, then my second, then my third each spaced out in 3 second intervals as I cursed like fucking crazy.
Each time more and more jizz spurted out until it reached a point where she couldn't even swallow my seed fast enough, evident but her bulging cheeks as my hot cum filled her mouth. Her mouth reached capacity as soon as I shot my 5th hot load, cum spurted out of her nose and mouth like fucking geysers! The entire time her wide eyes stared up at me in shock as if to ask me "How much more is left?!"
Pulling away Harley continued jerking the last bits of seed out of my cock until she released my cock with a loud POP. Rivers of cum flowed out of her mouth and I still wasn't done! Aiming high I gave her my last load right across that nice fuckable face of hers. My hot seed painted a diagonal stripe from her mouth to just above her right eye, a perfect shot.
Suddenly all my sexual lust and energy had dissipated and I felt tired as fuck. My cock quickly went limp in my hand, content with a face well fucked and a job well done. Harley was doing her best to devour every milliliter of my seed, licking her fingers and running her hands across her body.
"Holy, I've never seen a load that big." Harley grinned mischievously up at me. "I hope you weren't planning on skippin' out before round two."
I quickly realized that she was knuckle deep with two digits in her dripping cunt. Her juices were literally rolling off the chair she was so fucking wet. Licking her lips at me, she slowly slipped out of her blouse, her perky globes bouncing all over the place. Slowly standing up, she pressed her body against mine, both of us sweaty from what just occurred.
I was breathing hard both at her proximity and my monumental effort just moment before where I nutted enough to fill a container of yogurt. I flinched and a moan escaped my mouth as Harley took my flaccid member and stroked it slowly, sweat and precum acting as lube.
"Come on kitty-cat, get hard for mama." Harley hissed, as my cock slid into her thigh gap with a surprising amount of pleasure in association.
Submitting to my primal urges, I wrapped my arms around her, my hands squeezing her tight bubble butt causing her to giggle in excitement as she ground herself against me.
"Ohhh." I groaned my cock hardening once more in between her legs. "You're pretty good at this sugar."
"You ain't seen nothin' yet!" Harley laughed, suddenly pushing my backwards.
Tumbling backwards, my usually amazing sense of balance was thrown off by the lack of feeling in my legs and my dick swinging every which way. Landing on a reclining chair I grunted from the force of my impact, the wind knocked out of my lungs. Harley was on me before I could begin to react, straddling my waist as lustfully ground her hot crotch against mine.
"I'm 'bout to have some real fun now!" Harley cackled, her dripping pussy covering my cock in its juices.
All in one go Harley rose up on her knees and impaled herself on my still sensitive member causing both of us to cry out. My fucking cock was still sensitive as fuck; I could feel it twitching like a friggin mad man inside of Harley's tight warm cunt. From my perspective the cock-hungry clown had bitten off more than she could chew based off the face she was making. My cock was probably the biggest thing she had in her for a while.
"What's the matter, is this pussy cat too much for you?" I chuckled, grabbing her waist with an iron grip to hold her still on my still raw member.
"You're so fucking thick…" Harley breathed, both of us biting hard on our bottom lips as we adjusted to one another.
As we acclimated, I took the liberty to take one of her tits into my mouth, gently playing with her nipples with my talented tongue. I could feel every single movement inside of her, no matter how tiny sending gentle waves of pleasure rolling down my cock that I had to fight against to not cum right away. Slowly but surely she slid all the way down to my balls, carefully gyrating back and forth to ease the process instead of going straight down.
Now acclimated and calmed down I smiled as Harley pushed me off her teat which I was hungrily devouring moments before.
"I'm about to ride the fuck out of you Kitty Kat!" Harley giggled, swishing her hips back and forth on my cock.
Seizing each of the arms on the chair, I dug my claws in deep as I threw my head back and moaned loudly. Slowly rising up, Harley slammed herself back down onto my cock as she began to ride my like a girl who'd gotten a pony for her birthday. Her mouth had felt amazing, but her pussy was freaking HEAVENLY! If all pussies felt like this, I take back anything remotely bad or rude I said toward guys who'd hit on me. Sex was the best thing ever!
Sitting back, I watched in ecstasy as Harley rode my cock like only a mentally unstable murdering psychopath chick knew how to. I didn't give a fuck who found us; all I cared about was fucking emptying my balls inside Harley fucking Quinn.
"Oh God your cock is hitting ALL the right spots puddin'." Harley moaned, hilting her and grinding back forth. She was breathing hard, as was I. It was a relief to know that she wasn't some kinda nympho maniac because I definitely had a gas tank and it was running on empty.
Reaching up I played carefully with her rock hard nipples, rolling them in between my fingers. Sticking her tongue out at me, Harley leaned forward and suckled hard on my exposed, her tongue swirling over my sensitive skin. I don't know how but we just understood each other. She'd slow down whenever I got close and then whenever she needed more stimulation I'd provide it. All silent, besides the occasional compliment or idle curses given in pleasure.
As crazy as this sounds, Harley might've been my greatest lay.
Picking up the pace again, Harley got a really crazy look in her eyes and I could tell she gearing up towards the finale. Wrapping my hands around her lower back I began thrusting in time with her riding my cock, my sweat balls swinging wildly and slapping against everything.
"Aww yeah, gimme that fucking sausage kitty cat!" Harley yelled as I pistoned in and out of her like a machine. Her juices covered my entire lower half by this point but I could care less.
Shifting positions, Harley turned around deftly putting her feet on the ground so she could finish me off with style. Intertwining her hands above her head, Harley moved from bouncing up and down to grinding back and forth which felt just as good if not better. Treated to a spectacular view of her pale white ass, I could bite my bottom lip as she dominated my cock.
I could feel the warnings of an orgasm soon after, my balls began to clench in preparation for a big load.
"You got about 10 seconds." I warned, clenching up.
Much to my surprise she began grinding faster and harder, working me up before my big finish. Never one to go out quietly, I licked my gloved index finger and without warning, inserted it into the clown puckered asshole.
"WHAT THE FUCK!" Harley cried out, arching her back in a mixture of pain/pleasure/surprise.
Her pussy clenched like a fucking vice instantly! Just in time for me to cum like a fucking fire hose.
What followed was one of the most explosive orgasms I've experienced to date. So much so that I blacked out through several parts of it. I remembered Harley twitching like a possessed bitch, I remember falling to the floor on top of Harley pumping wildly as I filled up her pussy with my cream and then blackness.
It was somewhere in the limbo between unconsciousness and orgasmic bliss that I thought I heard Harley say something along the lines of "I'm not sitting straight for a while." But that's up to speculation.
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