Batman: Chase - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Bruce embraced me in his bed. 

His strong arms were wrapped around me. It had been a while since the last time I had been at Wayne Manor, and even longer since the last time he embraced me as honestly as he did now. There was only a thin sheet that covered us. It was so hot in the bedroom that we didn’t even need to have our warm bodies covered. I surely didn’t want any part of him to be covered. I’d been waiting so long for this exact moment in time. Furthermore, I couldn’t stop thinking about him today back at the office. It was only his handsome looks that attracted me so much to him. It was his tortured psyche. Sometimes, it was harder to see when he was not in his Batman suit, but it was still there, and I could see it more clearly than ever now. Even if the lights were off. 

Tonight, his broad shoulders and his impressive muscles seduced me even more than usual. But there was only one little problem—Bruce still was wearing clothes—well, one piece of clothing to be more exact: His underwear. We needed to fix that. Although, I realized I was still dressed as well. That night, I was still in my little, sexy, black dress with the tiny and fragile strings that went over my shoulders. His favorite. 

The natural and courteous thing to do would have been to undress myself for him first, but it was too hard for me to resist. I cracked, and I dirtily caressed the front of his boxers. I felt Bruce’s penis with my fingertips and—it was hard—he was hard and stiff.

“Oh,” I reacted, purring as it became evident to me that he was erect. He was having a massive erection, and it seemed like it was all because of me. Oops! I wondered if I should feel bad about this. God. Wayne was rock-hard. I circled my hand around his cock and stroked it through the fabric of his boxers. In no time, the tip of his member became quite wet, immediately indicating that he had already started to produce some delicious love pre-cum for me, which was a hefty amount in all honesty. There was so much of that it pierced through the fabric of his underwear. The space between my fingers turned all wet and sticky. I didn’t know why, but this was hot to me. 

“Bruce,” I brought my hand closer to my mouth and I lustfully licked it all off my fingers, I found this intensely delicious as I savored the salty and creamy taste of it. I was easily able to scoop all of his precious pre-cum and eat it all. It was then that I confidently knew that I needed more—much more. I proactively pulled his boxers down to his knees, and it was with a resounding thud that the tip of his cock casually hit me on the side of my face. It didn’t hurt, of course, but it allowed me to feel the weight and the strength of his virile member. Naturally, it left a lot of additional pre-cum all over my left cheek, which I had to scoop with my hand and swallow. 

“I have been looking forward to this, Bruce,” I admitted to him as I leaned forward before blowing a bit of hot breath all over his cock, as well as his imposingly large testicles. His balls were slightly low-hanging and perfectly round. I was not too certain why, but I had something for balls—larger ones at that, and Bruce fulfilled that secret fantasy of mine with his. Two seconds later, I kissed the side of his cock and then his balls without forgetting any of the two. Wearing red lipstick, as I most often did, you could imagine what kind of mess it left on him. There were over a dozen perfectly-shaped cherry-red marks of my lips all over his member and testicles. 

You could say that I left my mark. 

Afterward, I let my tongue descend out of my mouth and I took great pleasure in licking everything he had to offer. Once everything was lubricated, I kissed the tip of his penis one more time before shoving it deep inside my mouth. 

“Mhm!” I hope he heard me gasping and moaning as I swallowed his cock because it was my intent for him to know that I wasn’t holding anything back. I wanted to be with him, and satisfying him was something crucial to me. I nearly gagged on his cock right off the bat, but since I didn’t have much gag reflexes, I was able to keep it all under control and continue to give Bruce the hot blow-job he deserved. My man—or should I rather say, my bat-man—deserved that I satisfy him in the best ways possible for him. I knew that he would adore this.

Awn!

As strange as it might have sounded, I thought for sure that I was going to have an orgasm mid-way through the sloppy blow-job. With Bruce’s hand caressing my hair, essentially petting my head, while I performed this erotic treat for him, I was certain that I was going to come. I didn’t, but I knew that it was only a matter of time before I ultimately did. When I was done with his penis for now, I realized one of my dirtiest wishes was to suck on his balls. I shoved one of his right into my mouth, and I sucked it to my heart's content. Nothing could beat that—I loved the salty and delicious taste of his balls. When I was done sucking one, I switched to the other and continued walking this naughty walk for as long as I could. 

Little did I know that sucking on his balls would bring me much closer to my orgasm than anything else that I had done before with him tonight. 

“AHN!” This time, I was convinced that he heard my powerful moan. I came with one of his balls over my tongue and the other against my lips.    

I was still coming by the time that I first heard Bruce gasp and moan, as well. 

Does this mean that he’s closer to ejaculating now than ever before? I wondered. 

I soon realized that the answer was yes. In anticipation of this, I let go of his ball and nervously re-introduced his smooth-feeling and wet member in my mouth, so I would catch all of it, and so I would catch all of it— every single drop of his incoming load,” his incoming load. 

The wait was cruel. But I had more than enough to give him a few additional cocksucking pumps with my mouth—giving him one last blow-job before the time had come.     

Half a minute later, Bruce strongly and manly ejaculated right into my mouth. Something I cherished. I was so happy he did so. This meant that none of his thick and creamy load was going to be wasted. Not even a single drop.

He had filled my mouth with his load, and it was only a matter of time before I swallowed it all. Before I did anything of the sort, I did him a pleasure and opened my mouth for him to see it all. I thought it would be nice for him to see what he gave me. With my jaws entirely open and more than enough time for him to see inside my mouth, I eventually shut it to swallow his precious load composed of over nine ropes of delicious semen that he generously provided for me. 

“Ah!” I gasped as all that deliciousness slid down my throat.