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Robin and Jimmy Olsen - Part 7
Dead men need sissies too!
by Tawny Suede
The coke he had snorted earlier in the restaurant washroom was still coursing through his system. He felt slightly disoriented, but it also heightened the pleasure as he lifted himself off of the large man's cock. The glans just barely pulled out of his boipussy, before he wiggled his ass and slowly descended again. The bulbous glans briefly resisted entering his butt hole again, but then the fleshy knob slid inside him. He moaned in delight as the large cock slid up inside him.
"Oh fuck!" cried the large man, "You are such a fucking tease, but you have the nicest ass I've ever fucked!"
"You could have had me on the first date," giggled Robin, "but you waited until our third!" He held on to the back of the seat in front as he bobbed his ass up and down on the crime boss's thick truncheon. His long blond hair bounced around his face, some of the strands sticking to the sweat that his pores were exuding, and perhaps to the precum that had leaked on to his cheeks earlier when he had been sucking off his date, getting him ready to ram his cock up his sissy anal chute!
"It took.... oh yes, bounce that ass down! I'm close baby... real close!" the man panted. "It took a bit of time to build up my nerve! I've never been attracted to a sissy before. You've still got your boy bits! I'm still not sure... "
"Oh shut up, Johnny! Just ram my shitter!" Robin squeezed his ass muscles tight and the large man quivered and shook. His hands let go of the sissy's tits and spread wide on the car's back seat as he thrust deep into the boislut's bowels.
"I'm cumming! Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh damn! Uhhhhhhh!" But Robin knew this already. He felt the hot jism shoot from the hard cock filling the depths of his ass that the cock did not reach. He purred with contentment. This is why he loved being a sissy. This was his purpose. To make cocks erupt. To bring pleasure to men! And if he could help friends while he did, so much the better.
His own cock was still rigid under his skirt. Despite the frantic shagging, he had not cum himself. He would take care of that later, once he got home. He lifted himself off of the wilting cock, slid his panties back up and the sat back down beside Boss Johnny, cuddling against his side as his breathing slowly returned to normal. "God, Trixie, that was fucking aces!" he told the sissy as he kissed him hungrily.
Robin pulled a joint from his purse, lit it and inhaled deeply. Staying in character, he nestled against the hardened criminal and asked when he could see him again.
Johnny had his driver drop "Trixie" off in front of the run down Gotham Hotel which he had used as his "home" while meeting up with Johnny. He gave Johnny a last long lingering kiss before the limousine drove away. They had made a date to meet up again later in the week. Hopefully that night Johnny would take him back to his place where Robin could drug him and search his home office for the evidence that he was looking for. A few years earlier Robin would have simply swung down from a neighbouring building to the thin ledge outside of a window, bypassed the alarm and easily slipped the lock on the window to gain access. But his sidekick days were long over and, he readily admitted, it was a hell of a lot more fun seducing the bad guy!
He made his way into the cheap hotel and up to the room which he rented just so that he could change his clothing, and so that Johnny did not know his true address. He removed his blond wig and disrobed. He sat on the toilet and pushed out as much of Johnny's cum as he could. If he'd just been fucked at home, he would have gladly slept with a man's cum in his bowels - it so enhanced his feeling of sissiness to do so - but he knew that most would leak out during the half hour taxi ride yet to come.
He redid his makeup, adjusting to match his own short dark hair, rather than the blond wig he had been wearing. Looking in the mirror he was pleased. "Trixie" was gone. He was now once again himself (herself?), Robin Cumspurter, the former Dick Grayson.
Grabbing his purse and his overnight bag full of clothes, he left the hotel and hailed a cab to take him back to Wayne Manor.
In the back of a cab, he took a drag on his cigarette and then momentarily focussed on the lipstick that he had left on the filter of the cigarette. He evaluated the evening and was pleased. Commissioner Gordon had asked him if he would be willing to help get evidence against Boss Johnny, one of the biggest "regular" criminals in Gotham. "Regular" meaning not having a super power, and not being crazy enough to be regularly incarcerated in Arkham Asylum!
He had figured that his crime fighting days were behind him when he had embraced his full sissyness and abandoned the role of Bruce's crime fighting companion. But Jim Gordon had offered him a way back. He had not realized he missed the excitement. Robin was no longer physically capable of dealing with Bat-level villains, but ordinary gangsters... they were a different kettle of fish!
Of course, at the time he had suggested it, he had been bent over Gordon's big desk at police headquarters with the Commissioner's hard cock ramming his sissy pussy hard! After not having met for quite some time, the two had reconnected a month earlier at a garden party at Wayne Manor. Since then they had met up twice more for some hot sex - once at a hotel after an awkward lunch date where Robin had removed his high heels and constantly massaged the older man's penis with his toes during the entire meal, and the second time when Robin had boldly walked into his office and locked the door!
He thought about pulling out his phone to call his BSFF (best sissy friend forever) Jamie. He really missed his red headed friend but it would be at least three more weeks before they saw each other in person. Jamie had recently had his own tits done and the two had agreed they would not get together again until his new boobs were fully healed.
Robin was SO thankful that the two former sidekicks had discovered their sissiness at the same time. The former Jimmy Olsen had also changed his name and was now legally Jamie Spermsucker! Robin took another deep drag on his cigarette before rolling down the window and tossing the butt out where the wind whirled it away. He thought about the different courses their lives had taken. Robin was still living comfortably in Wayne Manor, able to afford all the stockings and panties and female outfits his heart could want. But Jamie had been fired from his job at the Daily Planet and had to take a cheap room above a bar and work the street corners to earn enough to eat!
As the cab approached Wayne Manor, Robin noted that there was a light on in Bruce's library window. So Bruce and Timmie were probably done their nocturnal adventures. Robin looked at the delicate watch on his wrist and saw that it was just past two am. Unless they had just got home, Bruce would have sent his young companion to bed and would be alone in the library.
