"You going to come in, or not?"
Lois Lane, Pulitzer-winning journalist from Metropolis, asked, staring at the shadowy figure that stood in the window of her luxurious Gotham hotel suite.
"Thought you made promise to my husband, that whenever I was in Gotham, you'd watch over me, and take good care of me." Lois taunted, deviously. She stood up, walking slowly towards the hesistant caped man, giving him a nice view of her skimpy, lacey teddy that left very little to the imagination. "My nice strong husband is off-planet, leaving poor me all alone, with no one but his best friend."
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Batman remained still and silent as the lustful brunette continued her approach. There was so much wrong about this, he couldn't do this. He was never one to desire normal women like Lois Lane, only dangerous villainesses and goddesses. And yet, as Batman observed the half-naked woman, he couldn't help but wonder if she was a goddess after all. She certainly took care of her body, with not an ounce of fat anywhere, and curves in all the right places. Clark Kent was a lucky man.
Well, perhaps not that lucky, if he's leaving such a gorgeous woman wet and wanting all by herself.
She was in his space, leaning her head towards his ear.
"Clark doesn't have to know," she purred. She gazed lustfully into his eyes. "Unless you want him to find out. Does that danger excite you, Bruce?"
Bruce could feel something stir in his pants. He shouldn't do this. Clark was a good man, one who unselfishly dedicated himself to the needs of others. Though perhaps not all needs. If he was truly a good man, he wouldn't leave a wife like this so unfulfilled before going off-planet.
"You know," Lois spoke, putting on a fake pout. "If you're not up to it, I'm sure Nightwing would love to lend a hand. Though I hear he has his... hands full with Catwoman right now."
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That certainly got a rise out of him. (And hopefully the right kind), Lois thought.
Batman forced his mouth onto hers, laying on her a powerful kiss. His unshaved face scratched against her smooth skin. (Now this is a man who knows how to take charge), Lois thought as she felt a pair a strong hands reach behind her head, and push her down. She dropped to her knees. It was a shame that her own husband was so afraid of his power in bed. He was always make love to her as gently as possible. But sometimes, a woman doesn't want lovemaking, sometimes she just needs a fucking.
Her hands immediately went for the utility belt. After a bit of fumbling, Lois found the clasp for its release. Batman's armored leggings sooned followed, revealing the Caped Crusader's hardening member.
(Not bad, for a man). Lois didn't think she had ever a penis this size, and it was still growing as it hardened. She gripped the base of his shaft, just barely able to get her hand around it, and guided the fleshy tool into her inviting mouth. With her other hand, she cupped his balls, massaging them, and even daring to poke a finger into his anus. She sealed her lips around his erection as it began to reach its rigid state. A groan from normally stoic knight above gave her the encouragement to go forward. She slid the organ deeper into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue. His hands gripped her hair tightly, and he began thrusting into her face. Lois was no novice to giving head, though it had been some time since she had to deepthroat someone. She opened her throat as the prick pistoned in and out between her tight slips.
Batman let out a louder groan as he busted in her mouth, ejaculating warm semen down her throat. She made effort to swallow as much as she could, but letting just a taste sit on her tongue. Before Batman could do anything, she stood up, and kissed him again, forcing him to taste himself on her.
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(This woman. She's devious. Dangerous. Perhaps even deadly). Under the mask, Bruce was sweating underneath his cowl at the sight of Lois retreating to her four-poster bed, her nightgown hugging tightly to her body in all the right places. Already, he felt his cock hardening again as he fixated on her smooth round ass. The brunette hopped onto the bed, leaning and posing seductively on her side.
"You like it? Bought it recently as a surprise for Clark." She whispered the next sentence. "But he hasn't seen it yet."
Smoothly, Bruce glided to the bed, pouncing onto the delectable piece of work lying on the bed. He placed one gauntleted hand on the lacey fabric that covered her heaving C-cup breasts.
"Is it expensive?" Bruce growled.
"Very," she responded, putting on a facade of shyness.
